1 10 18 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ac8b083628a9c0cd1e1b4c4a6d214ae1.jpg afd7164325c158e211db869be7d21557 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (1) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to cover of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Compiled in 1998 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4384e1318177896f388d58aa2f1a60d2.jpg dbdf4feaf9100b8860340bc3efc2638b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (2) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to cover page of : The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl In Loving Memory of Loraine Roof Crowl Born: September 8, 1931 Died : July 4, 1975 She was a loving, and devoted, wife and mother who is sadly missed by her family and friends. Through these stories, her "legacy", she will live on forever. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2dfd5a630bf80cbf69e56ae78edbee54.jpg 37bcfb807416e171940831d60bf74c65 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (3) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to Introduction of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Introduction The following stories were found following my mother’s untimely death in the summer of 1975. When my father was sorting through some papers, he came across a folder and started reading the hand-written pages that he had never seen before. He showed them to all of us children, myself and three older brothers, and each of us read them with our own responses and questions. I have compiled these journals in a book form, so that my mother’s dream of someday becoming an author can finally come true. I also want future generations of our family to know her, and understand our heritage. The original pages will remain with my father. It is my hope that they will be preserved somehow, as the pencil writing is already fading. Throughout the process of reading, re-writing, typing and proofreading these stories, I have learned a great deal about the mother I lost at such a young age of 15. She was only 43 years old, a whole lifetime ahead of her. I have also learned a great deal about myself, and my family, and I have a better understanding of why my memories warm my heart so! These stories are true (except for The Kiss, which turned out to be closer to the truth than she could have imagined, and Little Runt). It is not known when mother wrote them, probably when we were all busy with school and work. Her pencil was her confidant, the paper her tool to sort out her thoughts. It has been twenty-three years since her death. I have always wanted make this a reality and I feel that now is the time. Mother confided to me, once, that her fantasy was always to become a writer.......... this is my way of making at least one of her fantasies come true. In loving memory of my mother, Loraine Roof Crowl, for my Father, Brothers, nieces and nephew, and all those who knew her, and loved her, as much as we did. by KAREN SUSAN CROWL BENNETT 1998 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b851717219ddf8cc247d4a4be26ec5f8.jpg 67f2b340ed0a7e234b2ce7814734686b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (4) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 2 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter One CHILDHOOD MEMORIES “Once upon a time”, “Far, far away’, and “Long, long ago’, were the beginning phrases of books and stories I loved as a child. I was a lucky child, in that not only did I have a grandmother and a grandfather, I had two of each; and not only was one grandparent’s home particularly a fun place to visit, I was fortunate in actually getting to live with them for a long period of time. Sun-filled, warm summer days that stretched into very long days. Fall days filled with the tangy odor of burning leaves. Picking the last of the garden before the first freeze. Winter days before the coal heating stove, that meant carrying in coal, carrying out ashes, freezing (it seemed so in the mornings) while Grandpa stoked the stove and got it going again. Cookies on Saturday morning, (only Saturday was baking day). The cookies lasted all week. A pie or cake for Sunday dinner; other day’s desserts would be home-canned fruit or pudding, sometimes Jell-O if it was cold enough, and there would be enough ice in the ice box. Thanksgiving, and Christmas shopping and gift wrapping; certain drawers not to peek in. Finally, Christmas Eve itself, with my parents, brothers and sisters, and sometimes an aunt and uncle and cousins. Finally, we could put the tree up. Stockings to hang and early to bed; and the next morning, creeping down the stairs barefoot in the ice-cold. No one beat us up to stoke the stove and get it going! Stockings could be opened, but everything else had to wait until after breakfast. It was always amazing how long oatmeal took to cook; the table to be set, and cleared, and the dishes washed! The turkey to be put in the oven, the pudding put on to steam. Honestly, if the grown-ups could have thought of one more thing to prolong the presents they would have! Finally, everyone was assembled in favorite chairs and the gifts were passed out. A toy, or game, or doll. Some coloring books and new crayons, writing paper, paper dolls. Clothes perhaps. Nothing too frivolous, there were five of us children, and sometimes, some years, a book that started “Once upon a time”, or “Long, long ago”. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1711bdd47d4600ce259f9eb4db370f29.jpg 19516bb86a777fbd452fedcf596fc7c2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (5) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 3 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl I can't remember learning to read. I can remember learning some words lying on the floor at the side of the stove. Reading the “funnies”, the etiquette books, a History of the Civil War. Sunbury had no library then as now. Borrowed books were from Delaware, or Westerville, were “re-lent” by neighbors. The “Bobbsey Twins” were the best to read, until, finally, I was old enough to go to school, and then the County Library brought books on a rotating basis. Sunday afternoons in the long winter months were such short days. Bedtime was “at dark”, and it got dark early on the short winter nights, And, then, magically it seemed, winter disappeared and the tulip leaves peeked out through the ground, the narcissus, the forsythia; beloved Easter came and went. The cherry trees bloomed, the plum, the pear, and another year turned into long, lazy summer days. Looking back at this perfect time, where our family was altogether, before the Second World War started, and my brother, and all my cousins, went to war, when all four of my grandparents were alive, and there was nothing except a Depression to worry about, or trying to convince Grandma I needed a dog - I never got one, or even a cat (finally a cat came to stay in the barn) - it seemed a book was always my friend. Reading in the easy chair, in the living room, or in front of the attic window when | surveyed “my world” and read of many worlds. I didn’t know how perfect my little world was until it started to disintegrate, piece by piece. First, my cousins went into the army, then my brother; and then, during a visit to Aunt Ruth’s house, my grandfather died. The sad trip home, the cousins who managed to get home on leave, my brother who didn’t. Strange relatives came to visit, to sit and talk. Nowhere was there a place of solitude to cry for that which I would always miss, and would only realize years later how very much. If, during anytime of the year to lose a loved one, maybe summer is the best time, while life is growing all around you, and everything is green and beautiful, if the sun shines and one can be outside in the morning, barefoot, to run over the “fairy patches”. If anytime to lose at death - the sudden loss, the absolute horror of it, and the http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fdef50db5ce37eee54e37344c61bc9a5.jpg 5eaa47b757da2ab6a5fabbf9e2f29939 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (6) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 4 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl following loneliness, then perhaps summer is the time, although never again was summer ever the same. That winter, my other grandfather was killed in an accident; the following spring, my Grandmother Roof died of a heart attack, and, when summer came again, the magic was gone... http://66.213.124.233/files/original/60ad14ae7ff9d585d5661b7c8fec756d.jpg 3792272f14c2882da2dca0ee0b7d30ef Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts : The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (7) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 5 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Two HAPPY BIRTHDAY Jennifer lay on the side of the bed with her little daughter. While Susan closed her eyes, finally, and succumbed to the land of dreams, Jennifer’s eyes remained open. Not the thinking kind of wakefulness, but the deep, pondering kind of alertness that creeps up on one’s self at unexplained moments. The day of the year had arrived that she had been dreading for months. The first birthday of her grandmother since her death months before; if she had lived, she would have been ninety-seven. Ninety-seven is such and old, old age, and yet Grandma had been younger the previous year at ninety-six then she had been at ninety, and even back as far as Jennifer could remember, for all her thirty-one years. Grandma had been sixty- five then, she thought. Sixty-five when she had come to live with her at the time of a serious illness on the part of her mother. The years -- summers, falls, winters, and springs, stretched back through her mind. She could remember playing with the little china dolls, the “Quints”, who had been born on her grandfather's birthday. She could remember pushing her doll buggy up and down the sidewalk in the front of the house, the roller skating for hours-on-end with the little girl up the street, and, on rainy days, there was the attic with trunks, and books, and the small, low window that overlooked the whole world! The 4-H meetings and the sewing, and cooking, that Grandma had done for her -- dresses, coats, sometimes made- over from something that still had “good left in it” because those were the Depression years, and they were on a pension. The box, a whole box, of doll clothes one year for Christmas. Christmas! Christmas with the tree that always touched the ceiling, with the lights that had to have all good bulbs or the string didn’t work. During the war years, they found that a piece of tin foil from a gum wrapper would fill in for a bulb -- “It’s a wonder we didn't burn the house down,” she thought. Remembering the Christmas’ past was too much, and sobs started. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/71825096c27c4207954ebd978c49c60d.jpg 0d1f0ca96cce0969cce64858f6324913 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (8) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 6 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl “Why now,” she thought, “why can’t I see her face when all these months I’ve tried and tried? Why can I hear her voice and yet she doesn’t speak? Will I always have this feeling of guilt when I think of her, and the way I felt?” Thinking led her to try to find a justification of the way she had felt. With four children under ten, one a newborn baby, she surely had not had too much extra time to devote to her grandmother’s care. Except when she had been sick that one time. Jen had managed to take her to church, but the tears began again when she thought of the many times she had not sat with her, but rather in the back of the church, leaving Grandma to sit with neighbors and friends. “Even that last Sunday, before she had gone to Aunt Ruth’s,” she thought, “I didn’t even go then.” In her mind’s eye, Jen could see Grandma walking up the aisle of the church with ten-year old Jerry at her side, to the pew where she had sat for so many years. Grandma talked in church, not too quietly either, when she wanted to know who the young couple in front of her was, or whose baby was crying in the rear of the church. In a small community maybe such things didn’t bother the rest of the congregation, but for some reason, still unknown, they bothered Jen. The words of the minister who had preached Grandma’s funeral came back to her, “Like the old oak tree, magnificent and old,” and the way he compared Grandma to the old oak tree, Jen’s thoughts continued, “the minister had been one of the very few requests the family knew about. I wonder how many requests she wanted to make and didn’t. Why, why, why?” Then, the thought came to her that perhaps Jen wouldn’t have heard if she had asked, that maybe she had asked and Jen was too busy to hear. Maybe the times, the car was in the drive, but Jen was so busy with PTA, church circles, club meetings, and such, maybe Grandma had wanted to ask and was afraid she wouldn’t be heard. “Oh, dear God,” she thought, “did she ask? Did she ask, why didn’t I hear? She had all the comforts of home; she lived here, in this house that she and Grandpa had bought some sixty years before. Why, the house must be one hundred years old at least! She had some of her furniture around her; the rest was in the attic,” Jen thought, and she pictured the http://66.213.124.233/files/original/726cb7ba536fa61afdc975bcfb21fc65.jpg 7d276a2b3757d9cbf112fa8169e23c35 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (9) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 7 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl attic that had been the scene of so many happy childhood hours. “Not much room there now," she thought. Grandma had had a birthday blouse and a Christmas slip, and, once in a while she bought a new pair of hose, and enough stationary to write that weekly letter to her daughter. Above this, Grandma had nothing! “Nothing except what we gave her perhaps,” Jen thought, “perhaps she thought she didn’t even have our love. I don’t remember telling her for so long, how much I loved her. Oh, how I wish I could tell her now, how I wish I could say ‘Happy Birthday Grandma. I love you!’, but I can’t.” The times that Jen had been brusque with her Grandma came back to her, and such a terrible wave of remorse and shame swept over her. Most of the community had praised Jen, had told her what a devoted granddaughter she was, and had been, of how much joy she had given her grandmother -- the words echoing through her mind sounded so hollow. “The outward appearance we show others”, she thought, “to cover our own shortcomings and guilt!” In all honesty, Jen could not remember a single time she had been mean, or had ignored her needs. Rather, her sins had been of omission, if sins they were. She had kissed her good-night, but could not recall when she had told her she loved her. She had baked her favorite desserts, pies and cookies, but had never been overly joyful while doing them. Never delighted to be doing something, no matter how small or trivial, for someone who had done so much for her. The four years Jen and her family had lived here, there was always a sense of tomorrow, never of yesterday. Jen lay on the bed for a long time, now wide awake, watching little Susan sleep, thinking of how Susan’s great-grandmother had loved her, how much she had loved the boys, had loved Jen and Jen’s husband, but she couldn’t think of a single time that the word love was mentioned between herself and Gran, or the children. “Doug told her,” she thought, “six year-old Doug, her pet, told her.” He did, in fact, still cry himself to sleep at night, even now, ten months later, missing the one person whom he thinks loved him more than anyone else can ever love him. “How do we explain to Doug, how to tell http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d704e56c33ae2964753723c007a165f7.jpg c64a68f2bc773a9c38bbb0fe6c57aef7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (10) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 8 him so he can understand, how to reason with this inconsolable grief, with his heart- breaking sobs, that he loved her and why couldn’t he have her back? Just for a little while!” “I don’t know Doug,” she said silently to herself, “why can’t we have her back, just for a while?” Jen wiped the tears from her eyes, looked out the window at the bright, October sun, one of those rare days in the fall of the year, when the world is all golden. With crunchy leaves, and sunshine filtering through the leaves still on the trees, with the softest of breezes, with the scent of burning leaves still in the air. “Last year, on this day, we had a party for Grandma,” she thought, “last year she was ninety-six; she'll never be one- hundred now, there will be no more celebrations with the relatives and friends, no more’ flowers.” Last year she lay here in this very room, in her casket. The room was filled to overflowing with flowers; the church, where Gran had been so faithful, was filled with people, even though it was a rainy, winter day. “Uncle Lester said, “Blessed is the corpse the rain falls on,” she thought, “and I’ve only taken flowers once. I've never had the time.” And then she thought, “That's the only thing I do have -- Time!” Jen very quietly raised up, careful not to disturb Susan. She went out in the bright, warm, golden sunshine of October, and picked a bouquet of flowers; late blooming summer flowers that had escaped the frost, and glorious mums. The flowers were late that year. One whole year! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/608f3adf650ffdbd7537a0883ae05e0c.jpg a3cef72672176df55b80af09403c113c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (11) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 9 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Three MY “OUTSIDE INTEREST” Do you need an outside interest? “Yes”, say all the magazine experts. I know, because I’ve read this over and over. “Don’t allow yourself to become dull, unattractive, boring, all you need is an outside interest to make yourself more desirable to your husband, more loving to your children, more anything.” Including weary and exhausted! Anyway, after reading this for the umpteenth time, I decided maybe I did. So, I looked around the living room, at the comparative cleanliness, or neatness, considering the fact that school will be dismissed in forty-five minutes, this condition won’t last long. I’m not even looking at the doorway that goes into the downstairs bedroom - sewing room, den, catch-all room. One of the things about this particular room is the fact that it has a door. What Fibber McGee could put in this closet couldn’t begin to compare with the things that find their way into this room. So, if I want to say the living room is clean, don’t doubt it for a minute! You should see how it looks most of the time (no, on second thought, you shouldn’t see it then either!). To get back to my outside interest. First of all, you should know, I have four children. These are three boys, who are older and more babyish than the baby, who is a “her”, and is a very grown-up two year-old. Any mother could tell you that boys who are eleven and nine, aren’t really eleven and nine. They are somewhere between five and fifty, depending, of course, upon one’s actual age, because they always know more than their parents, and we're in our early thirty’s! So, they are between five and fifty depending! Now, our six year-old is six. There’s something so reassuring about a six year- old, who hasn’t yet started to school, and, so, for the time being, is a c-h-i-l-d. When school starts in the Fall, he will be a b-o-y, and soon will be eligible for the “5-50 club”, that all boys belong to. He will learn such interesting things - that mothers must not go into the bathroom for any reason (like rescuing two year-old sisters from the tub) if he’s in there; he'll learn that little boys go to the little boys room, and not to the ladies room http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fe7a0efbc714781b8f3fda188c680a8c.jpg d1496cf41751111a9232b88b64f123aa Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (12) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 10 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl with mother, The little five year-old next door is going to be so lonesome, because he will be the only pre-schooler left on the block, except of course for our two vear-old, Susie, who is a g-i-r-l. However, this morning he actually let Susie hug him, and then he said, “Mrs. C., she likes me!”’, so maybe he won't be so lonesome as we think. But, to get back to some of the aspects of the six year-old’s further education. He'll learn that the good fairy doesn’t really bring a dime for those teeth that come out, He'll learn to pull these loose teeth himself - preferably in school with twenty-five, or thirty, admiring pupils, and one rather bored teacher, rather than at home with no one ‘except Mother, (who has been through this before and can’t even be bored about it!), and two big brothers, who would probably like to pull it for him, and are bound to “egg” him on - to see if will bleed much I suppose - and Susie would probably be his most interested spectator, except that she will try and try to pull hers, and then be quite dismayed when they won't even wiggle! He’ll also learn that there really isn’t a Santa Claus, but on the 23rd of December, he’ll remind you that he didn’t write a letter, and “Is there still time?"; just in case you see. “And you must be sure to leave a treat for Santa and his nine reindeer.” Nine? “Did you forget to count Rudolph?” So far he won’t be at the sadistic stage and leave things like “mustard sandwiches”. That will come later - probably about the time Susie is four, or five, and quite shocked about the whole thing! But, most of all, he will learn the facts of life. Not the facts of life that we know as parents, or the facts that we’ve told him by the book, but the f-a-c-t-s as told by the first, or second, grade authority on such subjects. Every class has one, or more, so his education won’t be neglected. For the time being, he’s a little innocent, so to speak, and there are still three and one-half months left in this term. All things being relative, you know, so maybe I will have time to pursue an “outside interest”. At least for three and one-half months! I think there is something close to heavenly about two year-olds. They are big enough to need a great big hug, strong enough so they won’t break under such a hug, and sweet enough to deserve such a hug on fairly numerous occasions. Of all two year-olds, and after all, there are only two kinds - boys and girls - at least at our house that’s all we http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dbbb1ad71b82b15cc3c5c32b83b04cd6.jpg dd632b7fc190fccc62b2b60521dec795 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (13) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 11 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl count: the cat is a year old, the dog is six, of course the members of the club, "5-50" that is, will tell you the cat is really eight?, the dog is (?), because, "don't you remember mother, they don't count years like we do!" I always leave this to the club members to figure out because they wouldn't believe me anyway, and the six-year-old will only ask, "Why?", and I won't have time to answer if I'm going to pursue that "outside interest." Anyway, to get back to the two year-olds. I think the little girls are the sweetest. Boys are sweet, but there is always an imp in the eye when they give you a hug and kiss, but a little girl looks so angelic. Maybe we just think so after the experiences of three boys first. Our "fine sons. I'm quoting the doctor here, after three times of hearing "Mrs. C, you have a fine baby boy!", now really , could you blame me for not believing him when he said, "What did you want Mrs. C.?", (for thirty-six months I told him I wanted a girl), "You have a fine baby girl.", so I said, "No, I think it's another boy." "Now Mrs. C., would I tell you a story?" Well, I looked around, rather bewildered I suppose and considering the fact with glasses my vision is still not 20/20, and who wears glasses in the delivery room? - and said, "No, I don't think you'd fib, but are you sure?" Naive, wasn't I? So, he picked up little Susie by her heels, and told me to look for myself. Well, even with such poor vision and Susie being upside down, she definitely didn't resemble her brothers, so I believed him. After the second look (this time she was all wrapped up in a blanket, and I had my glasses on), I told the nurses to take real good care of her. I was sure I wouldn't be that lucky again, and after you hit the jackpot once, it is really pretty silly to try again. Besides, not only did she not resemble her brothers before being wrapped in the blanket, she didn't resemble them much wrapped up either. She had a deep crease on the bridge of her nose, and her poor little nose was spread flat, and half way across her face. She must have lain on it for all those months! And , if she had had a feather in all that black hair, she could have passed for a "red-skin" any time. The thought did cross my mind that the kids could play Cowboys and Indians now, in earnest. Where the boys had all been little picture babies, plump and eight pounds fair, and just the right amount of hair, she was a mere seven pound, six http://66.213.124.233/files/original/42dde8722ce911a54e518ccd2ef4d40a.jpg 2bfea44a54e642742c30f30d80e1ae59 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (14) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 12 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl ounce baby. She had the longest feet, and the scrawniest arms, and legs, and I couldn't help but think, "Well thank the Lord, it's a girl. At least we'd love her for being a she!" I shocked my husband with that remark, the nurses told him that her nose would be perfectly all right. He didn't think she was so scrawny, after all those few ounces did make a lot of difference, and if I didn't appreciate her, at least he did! Flat nose and all! We were very careful not to have any pictures taken of her until she was six weeks old, and then with a frilly bonnet, no one could see her nose very plainly anyway, everyone was too polite to mention it, and besides, she was such a good baby , and "Weren't you lucky, and on the fourth try!" We always shook our heads agreeably, beamed with parental pride at the praise of our littlest one, while trying to break up a fight between the two older ones, who were seven and nine, and all the while trying to create a feeling of goodwill toward our four year-old so he wouldn't be j-e-a-l-o-u-s of the new baby. As I look at her now, she has made remarkable progress since then. At two years and five days, she has a very interesting nose (like her mother), hazel eyes with brown and green specks (like her mother), straight, brown hair, and not much of it (like her mother), and everyone, but everyone agrees she's the image of her father! She can only say twenty-five words, but she can talk for an hour in church! Not only talk, she sings and patty-cakes, and directs the choir: she even, heaven forbid, does her version of the twist, and it is a pretty good version too - except - at church? But, as long as I sit in the back pew, maybe only half the people see her, and then they should be listening to the sermon anyway! We live a in a small community. Now, thirty, or forty-thousand more people know what I mean when I say, small community. There couldn't be too many more people than that that live in one, and it takes a person who lives in one to know just what I mean. It is nice to live in a small community, to know everyone except the last few families who have moved into town, and maybe we won't always be such a small community after all. Nice to not have to pack lunches, but have the kids walk the block, or two, to school and home for lunch. Nice to have your hubby come home for lunch too. Even if the the lunch hour at school is staggered so the second grader gets home at 11:15, the fourth grader at http://66.213.124.233/files/original/17fae0ace08be3981b722de31f218911.jpg f3680d624e2289cf73bd919ca9d2fcc8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (15) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 13 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl 11:30 and hubby dear anytime at all, just anytime at all! Somewhere along the line. I began to feel like a short order cook. Now, if I could just figure out how to feed them all the menu, keep it hot, ad infinitum, and exotic, like baked potatoes, steak, shrimp cocktail, etc., etc., etc., because after all , he "could pack peanut butter sandwiches", etc. etc., etc. I console myself with the fact that after today, there will only be seven more days of this routine, and then!, then I can have a big, noon-time meal. I'll do the baking in the morning, we'll eat punctually at 12:05 everyday, all summer (and he had jolly well better be here too!) the table will be a work of art, fresh flowers, and all, every day! The wash will be on the line for hours, in fact, it may even dry! All the housework will be completed (beds will be made!). And, after this leisurely 12:05 dinner. I say leisurely because did you ever watch members of the club (5-50) eat? It may be leisurely and then again, it may not. However, Daddy only has half an hour so we will have ample time., I'm sure, to practice the rudiments of "proper table manners". Then, after the repast, while the nine year-old stacks the dishes (ahem!), the eleven year-old washes the dishes (ahem, ahem!). Mother will have oodles of time (five minutes) to rest from the hectic morning (and it will be hectic I'm sure), before we will all leave for the pool. Speaking of the pool, I should get quite a tan this Summer, as little Susie will demand, and I do mean demand, full attention this year. For some reason, children think the big pool is the same depth as the wading pool, and invariably walk right in the eleven foot depth, if someone doesn't tag along every second. I guess I won't even need a new suit, the old one will do it I don't get wet, and doesn't look like I'll be getting wet! Where was I? Oh, yes, my "outside interest". My outside interest last year concerned getting over an attack of arthritis. So, the flower beds didn't get weeded, I only canned seventy-five quarts of string beans, instead of one-hundred. Our corn blew over, and then down, and the coons got into it, so I didn't have much for the freezer. We didn't have very nice strawberries, so I did make a lot of jam. By staying up till mid night several evenings. I did get Mother-daughter dresses made for the occasion of our family reunion. Of course, my cousin's wife helped some by sewing the buttons on Susie's http://66.213.124.233/files/original/68dfebb0a0568a3903cae205f6ca236a.jpg 4c684ee494cecdcc8be23c5558b3a53b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (16) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 14 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl dress for me as we were dressing to go to the reunion. Considering, though I think I did pretty well! I feel sorry, I really do, for people who've never lived in a small community. By small, I mean around one-thousand to fifteen hundred people - not including dogs and cats as some smart -aleck, city slicker will say. There is a sense of security, you know about living in a house that my grandparents bought fifty to sixty years ago. However, I don't believe I'd go so far as to say it is comforting. What it lacks in comfort, it makes up in charm, and quaintness, and believe me, until last Fall, it lacked a lot of comfort. Since then, we've torn up the "path" and the house has become much more modern. It'll take a small town reader to understand where the "path" went, and also to appreciate how wonderful it is to have a bath. This was our big project last Fall (but I can't call it an outside interest", can I?) My husband and I did all the work ourselves. He'll probably tell you he did it, but then being a man, he doesn't know any better. Granted, he tore out the existing wall, he did it with an ax, but who cleaned up all that mess? The kids and I, working until midnight, that's who! Whom? Granted, he built the new partition, using the salvaged 2 x 4's that had been in the old partition, that had been added thirty to forty years ago, and they were economy minded then too! So, it wasn't his fault if the wall isn't just exactly true, is it? Granted, he did all the plumbing, and and he did a good job of that - every time! You see we had a very cold winter, and the pipes froze, and he had to thaw them out with a blow torch and re-solder them. But, think of the plumbing bills we saved, and after all, these modern conveniences do require a certain amount of pampering. We didn't have that trouble, of course, with the "path", but, as I said, it was a mighty cold winter, and that kind of "outside interest" we can do without , thank you! Granted, he did all the finishing things, like putting up the plaster board, or dry- wall as we professionals call it, but who held the end of those big sheets? And then, I did all the rest of the work, like spackling, and hanging the wallpaper, and painting the woodwork. Mine shows! And it looks nice if I do say so myself, and I have to as no one else does! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c83a5535c5f50aeabd5c4ae011c679d0.jpg 33e94ff1f906c3c799a9eb90a4f3603c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (17) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 15 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl The things that a small-town wife has to learn to do! Wallpapering, sewing, taking care of a garden, canning and freezing the surplus and, in between, there is the PTA, the Women's Society of the church, the Church Circles, which must be supported by attendance and volunteer labor. Then, there is bowling and the Fraternal Orders, but the biggest volunteer group of all in a small town is the Fire Department. In our town, they are a select group of hard-working, young men! My husband would miss anything, I think, except a firemen's meeting, or a fire! It must be difficult being a city fireman, and getting PAID for your services! Think where the thrill would be if you were at the firehouse when the calls came in, and you didn't have a siren to blow. We only live two and one-half blocks from the fire department, and, if he isn't there when the siren stops, and it only blows three minutes, it's very upsetting! And of course, a volunteer must be ready to serve at a moment's notice, come all the proverbial things usually attributed to the Post Office department. they do an excellent job though and we are quite proud of them! If that siren just wouldn't blow as we are sitting down to eat one of those leisurely meals I was telling you about! Well, you can see, with all these activities, something is missing from my life, and it must be an outside activity - it has to be because I just glanced at another magazine, and it reminded me. Maybe during this coming summer I will take up painting in my spare time, or how about writing? I can't think of anything else that I could do. Postlude: The summer's half gone, and it's as good a time as any to sit down and evaluate my projects - my "outside interests". So far, I haven't gotten outside the house, honestly! Except to plant the garden (you see, I didn't have a baby this year and so it was my turn to plant the garden. thoughtful, isn't he! ) I have hoed the garden, and oh, those gorgeous flower beds I planned last May, in reality turned out to be three envelopes of seeds and I have been having zinnias as centerpieces for those leisurely, elegant, half-hour dinners at 12:05. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/51b1c79bf9e9635ae6f0761d2a1fc080.jpg 482a1c7abbef13f92642d2d002ad4a20 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (18) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 16 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl However, at last count, most of them are coming at 12:30, 1:30, or even as late as 2:30, and let me tell you, it is no small trick keeping those steaks, mashed potatoes, etc., etc., etc., warm until 2:30. Every once in awhile, I've been throwing in a few peanut butter sandwiches, just to keep in practice you know. I do get "outside" to hang up the wash, because so far, we've had a beautiful summer, and I need to exercise. I do get to pick the green sting beans, and yellow wax beans, and the golden ears of corn, and the peppers - that were supposed to go with tomatoes into homemade ketchup. Only, so far, we've had dozens of peppers, and the tomatoes won't be ripe for another two weeks. I have gotten outside to go swimming at least four times in the past six weeks, but so far, I really haven't needed that new suit as I really haven't gotten wet. One thing I forgot to take into account last Spring was Little League Baseball. Unfortunately, this has been my first encounter with organized sport activities for the younger set. I started off with a bang to make up for it, with a player on one team, and a husband coaching another team. So, instead of one practice night and two games a week, we have two practice nights, not the same night of course, and four games a week, except for the very few times when they play each other's teams. And, of course, they only play on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, but lest your arithmetic and mine doesn't agree, let me add that to compensate for the fact that they only play certain evenings, and have too many games, some of these games are held at another park, (about three miles distant), and, since Dad is a coach and has to lug equipment around, Mother can walk. I thought the exercise would do me good, and since the mothers sponsor a refreshment stand, because they play two games a night, one should really support such a worthwhile cause, shouldn't one? Need I say more?! With the Summer's passing, the two year-old is getting older, of course, she can say twenty-eight words now, instead of twenty-five. Her new words are "home", only she says "no home", shaking her head contrary wise to indicate she doesn't wish to go there, "fish", (we are going to take a fishing trip to Canada and I'll bet that will be full of interesting activities, outside and otherwise), and "choo-choo". She's even learned to http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5a51c6f934e2288a167e51f3c3d02fec.jpg bf347aa14cbfd1b8d4cfb920995e5059 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (19) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 17 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl open the kitchen door so she can see it better and never wants to miss a single train. Not even the 9:55 PM one! She has almost enough hair for two little pigtails, and is quite a water-dog , which is the reason I never get a chance to get in the pool myself! The six year-old is gradually losing his innocence and is getting taller. With only three swimming lesson, he'd learned enough to dive for the "pennies" at the local water show, and came up with the "lucky silver dollar". Much to his brother's chagrin, but who do you think was the most proud?! The nine and eleven year-old boys have progressed even further into the 5-50 club, with the advent of Little League, as it seems to be not vaguely related to the softball we played in High School, lo, those many years ago. I'm sure you all know the line, it goes, "But Mother," and "You didn't Have TV?" All the painting I have done so far has consisted of the woodwork in the upstairs bedroom, which "No. 1" son so eagerly tackled. Now, I will have to paint the floors again to cover up the white spots (or else drip a few more and dare anyone to criticize my home decorating talents!) The sewing is still in the box. The dresses I cut out in March, for little Susie, are still pinned to the pattern. However, I did find the best bargain in the shopping center last week when I was shopping for school clothes, and so, I got ten yards of denim, and three different pieces of dark-tone cottons, which will be so practical for Fall you know I will get at them soon, as soon as I have time. Oh, yes! the cat was a "she" and blessed us with three darling little kittens. When I called the next door neighbor over to show her, she noticed how much the black and white one resembled her cat, which of course just happened to be a "him". Maybe we can give her all the kittens???? Too bad it's been such a dull summer! After our seven hundred each way, trip next month, with all the kids, to the fishing paradise of Canada (his words and he's been there three times without me). I'm sure that I will have something interesting to discuss at our next club meeting. Of course, I realize some people have camping trailers, or even station wagons, but our family enjoys (?) roughing it. So, leaving the cat, and her family, http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4f2d073ad37a23a960b4d7e5adcba3e1.jpg 2cc7cb5f924e3b186e35af95a16fcf9d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (20) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 18 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl and dog at home, we will jump into our late, very late - or is it early - model four-door sedan and take-off. Of course, it's pretty full with just four children to the back seat and the trunk is full of very necessary tools, for what I don't know, but we should be able to squeeze in a few items like: a week's supply of food - it's too far to the store and there aren't too many supermarkets I take it - three, our four suitcases should do us (he took the biggest one last year when he went by himself so if I share with him, the kids can share one, or two, so maybe we can get by with only three, life preservers for the kids (I'm not going out in the boat anyway, and Daddy wouldn't dream of falling in anyway). Blankets - it can get cold up there in the North Country. Of course, thirty-two degrees isn't too cold here in the "tropical Midwest"! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/066b5d4e33f27781f2e3b10dec8b641b.jpg 62c1ede7608ef8432f76c6163bdb7e3d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (21) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 19 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Four IN-BETWEEN DAYS Today is one of those "in-between" days. In-between winter and spring - with patches of snow and overcast skies promising rain, yet with a few spots of blue that may mean sunshine. The crocuses are blooming, the jonquils are in bud, and the grass looks green on the southern slopes and banks. One of those "in-between" days. Today I feel sort of "in-between" too. In-between the days when my children were young - toddlers - first graders and non-teenagers, yet still not grown, and the days to come when they will be young men and woman,with the problems of adult-hood still before them. Decisions of life work, life partners, life still ahead of them. I'm forced to realize that by the insuing statistics, my life is half finished, so as the optimist puts it, half begun! I think I feel more half finished than half begun though. A few weeks ago, I lost my father. Why is it supposed to be kinder to say he's lost than he's dead? I know to say he's dead has a terrible finality about it, but not as final sounding to me as the words, "She's lost her father". I would think, as Christians, we could not say we've "lost" someone. If we believe in the resurrection, we believe we will meet again, that someday we will all be together. Unless the God above is one of revengefulness - casting souls into the fiery depths for infractions of rules, saving only those passive, good souls who, like sheep, obey without questioning, who bleat out, "It's not my job! Not my responsibility, my task, my fault! It's your job , your responsibility, etc., etc., etc.". Does God sit on a majestic throne, judging everyone- separating the sheep from the goats, the grain from the clef? I wish I knew. Which was my father? Which is my husband? Which were my children? I refuse to accept the theory (how strange it looks written - like a willful child stamping her foot, refusing) that families will be separated for all eternity because of infractions of rules! How can God do this? http://66.213.124.233/files/original/07656387b687d9ab373351d0f67b3f03.jpg 50d4f8cd4ec39b8dbe717f688d56cfcf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (22) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 20 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl If God is a Heavenly Father concerned over the children he has populated the world with how can he bear to be separated with one of these souls? How could he say, "Get thee away I never knew thee!" ? How could he bear the pain of it? As a parent, I could think of nothing that any child could do that would make me feel this way. That sounds like a bold, harsh statement; but I believe I mean it. There are things they might do that I'm sure would break my heart, but I could not imagine casting them out - throwing their lives away as if they had never lived. And, what about the worth of man over a swallow or the lilies of the field? I wish I knew God better. I feel I do know him. Does that sound egotistical? You see, I believe lots of things really. It does sound a little mad - especially in the day and age of space flights, submarines, heart transplant, TV, and all the other scientific research. It almost sound unfathomable that people could still believe in Jesus of Nazareth, a carpenter's son who walked the dusty path of Israel two-thousand years ago! Could still believe the precepts he taught could, or do have bearing on our lives today, with all the insight we supposedly have. Maybe we neglect to take his life out of context. Maybe we neglect to be like one of ESOP's Fables, of one of the Grimm Brothers' fairy tales. maybe we should update the story. I find it hard to picture modern day performers in Jesus' parables. Maybe I'm speaking heretical, I don't know. Surely questions of the soul are no more sacred, or forbidden than considering heart transplants, kidney machines, brain surgery, plastic surgery, or whatever. Which, if not all, of the doomed political leaders today, in 1968, with the prestige of family fortunes behind them, could better play the part of the rich, young leader who wanted to be a disciple of Jesus, but could not pay the price of giving up his wealth and following him. Which of our fine white brothers would be anxious to have a Good Samaritan Negro, Mexican, Puerto Rican, minister to our wounds, load us in a Cadillac, and transport us to the nearest hospital and pay the going rate of those institutions for our http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fa3c30ee445041145aa51345c9e57f0e.jpg 17d82a7931bab2bfd92afea0cd8443a1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (23) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 21 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl care? Or, reverse the procedure if the reader would be one of the Negro, Mexican, Puerto Rican clan. Maybe this is why the Gospel seems to be losing in its impact on the people of today. The other characters of Jesus' time, his best friend - dead in the tomb - Jesus calling him forth, the woman who had touched his robes and became well, the lame, the blind, all these we have with us today. How do we minister to them? The "Great Society" has undertaken a project of anti-poverty. Perhaps they should remember Jesus' admonition, "The poor you have with you always". Perhaps he was talking only of those particular "poor folk", but certainly we have always had the poor, the shirtless, the uneducated, the unprincipled, the welfare cases. I'm reminded of a quote from years ago, when head lice in small communities was rather a prominent thing - "It's no disgrace to have head lice, only in keeping them!"; there should be a lesson in this for welfare recipients. As I said, it's one of those "in-between" days; weather wise, spiritually, physically. I'm either half finished with life, or half begun. It's too late already, for lots of things. To go to college, to have a career (other than homemaker and mother - I'm not sure I've done too hot a job with that one!), to be a ravishing beauty, to be one of the "jet set", one of the group - a Hippie. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5e7a589b69b7e81881c135c37575ec1d.jpg 61865db44e396434e97dcf353de395d2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (24) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 22 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Five A LETTER TO MR. BISHOP Note: the letter was found among the journals contained in this book. It is not known whether this handwritten copy is a rough draft, or the original. I have included it in this book because it contains information as to the background of family members, and feelings that I feel are important to understand just who Loraine Crowl was. Dear Mr. Bishop, Along with thousands of people, I caught my breath when I read the account you had written about your father's death. I've followed your articles each day they've appeared. The characters in your little story are so true-to-life. One can almost see them. And, you've made tears come to my eyes more than once. Today, when you spoke of the condolences you've received, the same words used over and over again, the cards from friends, and the fact that no tear had come for you this time, brought back very clearly my father's death, less than a year ago. My dad was the constant story-teller. He had a droll sense of humor at times, but told some back-slapping stories, of his many escapes as a child. He grew up in a small town, and surrounding countryside in Ohio. The pictures in the old photo album show him beside his brother's touring car, surrounded by kids. He taught school in a little, one-room, school house, as did my mother, often walking miles to, and from school. Later, he went to work at a bank, and then a factory during the Second World War. We lived on a farm, we never went hungry. We always had something to eat. My mother baked her own bread; we had a garden. We were kids. While I was in High School, we moved to town. Population probably one-hundred fifty to two-hundred. We had electricity and gas heat. We got rid of the ice box with the dripping pan, and got a refrigerator. In time, we got an electric iron and didn't have to heat the irons on the kerosene stove. We never did get a metal ironing board. My mother still has the wooden board somewhere. Anyway, somehow, the year passed, I got married, my brothers and sisters did. the grandchildren came; we've contributed four to the grandparent's brag- book". http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4879c3e4601156a8d50e3cbbf6ec5f65.jpg 8f5fb44b6219b45ccfcae234ea4ec8b8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 23 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Retirement came a few years ago to my dad. Retirement for some must be wonderful - for him it was pure anguish! By this time, my sister was living with them: with her Cerebral Palsied child. My brother, and his two small children were there too. My mother, who was in her sixty's was forced back in the role of cook, cleaning lady, clothes washer, and ironing lady for three little ones. My brother drank, my sister was working, my dad was beside himself! Part-time jobs helped, but they had no money for trips, and my mother's sense of duty wouldn't permit her to go, even on trips with us. Finally a trip was planned to Florida. My brother sent tickets for the train. They traded those in on plane tickets; one way. They didn't know how long they'd stay, but Social Security checks, in the next couple of months, would have allowed them enough for tickets home. The day arrived when they were to leave. I drove them to the airport, one snowy day in March. My dad had a cold - a pretty bad one - and he was subject to pneumonia. He walked to the gate for the departing plane. He was short of breath when he got there. He carried his new hat with the feather on the side, so it wouldn't get wet. He said they might stay until June; wasn't much sense in coming back to more of this stuff! We all smiled. My mother gets homesick if she's away overnight. We knew she wouldn't stay until June. W watched the plane taxi around to take off, and then we left the airport. We felt it was unlucky to watch it out of sight. A plane took off just as we were leaving the parking lot. It flew over us, and we wondered if it was theirs. That was on Monday. On Tuesday, we had the biggest snow of the year. Schools close in this part of the country when it snows like this. In consolidated school districts, the rural children are bussed in, and rural roads get pretty bad, with six to eight inches of snow. We all agreed it was good the folks were in Florida, where it was warmer. On Wednesday, the call came. Daddy had been sick when they got to Florida. They were to take him to the doctor on Tuesday. They had done that. He took tests, and wanted him to come to the hospital on Wednesday for more tests. On Tuesday night, he became quite ill. They took him to the hospital on Tuesday night. He had a light case of pneumonia. The phone call Wednesday was supposed to be reassuring. We knew he had pneumonia before. He'd had bronchial infections, etc.; he always got over them. He was our dad nothing would happen. The next phone call said they had found a severe anemia. There was something wrong somewhere. We all thought of Leukemia, but said it was probably not much of anything. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/11709d187c34f52812558e93c7cd70b1.jpg f50ea8ff3d314167fc94a7af171768c0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (26) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 24 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Then the phone calls became more frequent. My mother called, my brother called. In between we three girls took turns calling. An operation would be needed; he was seventy, but it was needed. The operation was over before they called again. they found an abscessed appendix. We couldn't believe that; yes it was an abscessed appendix! It had walled itself off somehow, and, occasionally, leaked its poison into his system. His blood had little oxygen in it. No wonder he had been so pale! Oh yes, they had found a couple of small tumors, up near the stomach. They were small, but malignant. The surgeon thought he got it all, Dad was doing fine. Then he had a coughing spell. The stitches tore loose, he had to go back to surgery. He was in intensive care. There was no change. No reason for us to go down there: nothing we could do, except call. Easter Sunday came - another operation. He'll be all right. We sent down summer things for my mother. She lived at the hospital. She packed her sandwich in the morning. My brother dropped her off on the way to work. He picked her up in the evening. She sat in the halls if they wouldn't let her in Dad's room. She visited other patients on the floor who were sick. She didn't need to know them. Anybody sick brought out the "mother " in my mother. In May, the call come. My dad would be coming home. He needed convalescent care. He could do that here. If he stayed there, he probably wouldn't be strong enough to come back for several months. They would charter a plane. We were to meet them at the airport, with an ambulance, and make arrangements to have him admitted to a hospital in Columbus. He would need surgical care again, and attention. We wondered how he could fly in such a shape. We met him at the airport. My mother looked fine when she got off the plane. It was early, we were late! We had also gotten lost. But, she looked fine. Thinner, but our mother. My dad was on a stretcher, being transferred from the plane to an ambulance. He was old! He was seventy, but looked one-hundred! His face was sunken and pale. He fingers were bony. He had left Ohio in March, weighing two-hundred to two-hundred ten pounds. He weighed one-hundred and thirty-eight when he got home. His eyes were bleary, and darted here and there. His hair was long on the sides and curly. He could barely talk above a whisper. Breath seemed like a very fragile thing to him. But, he was home in Ohio. He had made it this far. We smiled and kissed him, and told him he hadn't really had to wait until June, and clucked over him. We followed the ambulance to the hospital with misty eyes, but we couldn't cry; not yet. We saw him lifted into a hospital bed. He looked more rested. We took my mother home. The first time she'd been home alone without him for forty-eight years! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/002b86f479fd46255f788f23ecf65daf.jpg 70ba9c6468b360d890476882ce02b01c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (27) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 25 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl The next day, he was transferred to another hospital. The rotten abscess kept draining. It was ugly stuff, and you wondered how anyone could live with that stuff in them. Another operation was scheduled. We all went down. Now it was our turn to take Mother back and forth to the hospital. She was still packing sandwiches! The operation did the trick for the time being. He was finally on the road to recovery. We had bought a house. We had lived in the house my mother had grown-up in but we found another house; a very reasonably priced one, larger than my mother's old house. In the midst of all else, we were painting, papering, etc, etc, It would be awhile before my dad would be able to leave the hospital. Only then would my mother tell him of our plans. He didn't know how he'd be able to go back to the house with the three children, my sister, and my brother. He needed to be alone. They needed to be alone; they had not been for nearly forty-seven years! We were in the midst of papering when my mother stopped. Daddy would come home Saturday. He'd almost been in the hospital the ninety days Medicare allowed. It would be very close. This was Tuesday; Thursday we moved - four kids, a dog, a house-full of furniture and junk -just moved! The rooms weren't papered, some of the plumbing was in need of repair; we moved anyway! Friday, we moved my mother's things. Only part of them; they were going to camp out, so to speak. She would need all her time to nurse my dad, and didn't want very much. A sofa, chair, or two, a couple end tables, lamps, a rocking chair of my grandfather's was in the attic. We brought it down and polished it up. We brought my dad home on Saturday. It was June by this time, and he was home. To a house where birthdays, and Christmas', and picnics had been celebrated by our family for sixty-three year. The summer passed, and he was able to be up and around. He enjoyed riding in the car. It didn't seem to bother him. In August, we took him thirty-five miles to see his brother, who was celebrating their 50th anniversary. He sat in the car, and nieces, and nephew, from New York, Illinois, Pennsylvania, and California came to the car to see him. It was a milestone! The roses that bloomed by the bedroom window, bloomed again. Fall came. He was able to drive. He was still stiff, and bent over somewhat. He had gained thirty pounds, and he was getting a "spring" in his step. He was able to eat what he wanted. He bought a new suit, and a topcoat. Maybe he could finish that visit in Florida next Spring. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0682b03042e182139a0b871acc797182.jpg 1872a7a8104b783f414a55378e503b89 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (28) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 26 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Christmas came and we all trooped up for a very thankful Christmas in the old house. The grandchildren were there. Family get-togethers are like that; movies were taken. the traditional poinsettias were bright in the corner. After Christmas, a check-up revealed bleeding from the rectum, the doctors said it was probably hemorrhoids. They didn't seem concerned. One night, in January, it became severe. They thought it best to go to the hospital. He was scheduled to go the later part of January anyway. Just to be safe, he'd go early. I rode in the ambulance with them. He joked on the way with the driver. I sat in the emergency room, and found out how slow waiting can really be. Hours passed. Finally, the nurse said he would be admitted that evening. We could go up and say goodnight. Examinations, and tests, showed a tumor, or growth, inside the rectum. A colostomy would be performed. He hated the idea. We tried to cheer him up by telling him of people we'd heard about. Surgery was scheduled for the next week. The next week tests showed his heart wasn't strong enough. They'd wait a couple of weeks. We took books, and candy, and flowers. My mother packed her sandwiches, and stayed all day again. The twenty-first of February, surgery took place. For over five hours we waited. The nurse told us, finally, the surgeon would come up soon. When he came, he told us that the surgery had gone as expected. The growth had been malignant; it had also spread. Growths were present near, and on the aorta. Nothing could be done for that. My sister asked about radium. He said they'd have to wait and see. His wasn't strong enough of course, and the location would suggest only a few months- six or so. For the next two weeks, we visited him every day. He was conscience. He finally could eat a spoonful of Jell-O. One day, we went down and he had been moved to another room. A smaller one, with a very sick man in the other bed. it didn't bother my Dad - nothing much seemed to bother him. A few days later, I took my mother down. A couple of friends of mine road along. We would go shopping. They had brought my Dad's lunch while I was there. A dinner of steak, mashed potatoes, Jell-O, ice cream. He was so weak, he couldn't have lifted six spoonfuls. They left the lunch. He had eaten a couple of bites; my mother fed him the soupy ice cream. I talked with him a few minutes, kissed him on the forehead, and said I would see him in the morning. I left. We talked in the car, my friends and I, of the idea of feeding a sick man a dinner like that. Of how hospitals keep patients alive, of the agony we knew he'd go through while he was adjusting to life following a colostomy, of how little time he'd have before he'd start downhill again; of many things. It's the most wonderful thing in he world to have understanding friends! That evening, I told the children that Grandpa had steak and ice cream for dinner. That he'd sent them a kiss, and said he loved them. That evening I told my husband I didn't see how he could live much longer, and how I wished he didn't have to suffer so; That night, I cried. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/10e6207a2b6a47454090a3dadf93a097.jpg 10e56e941d8f97cfc6377e1b6e1f0200 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (29) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 27 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl The next morning, early, the phone rang. the head nurse, on the same floor, but different service, said my Dad had taken a turn for the worse, to come down as soon as possible. I called my mother, I called my sisters and my brother. My mother drank her morning tea as usual; my sisters were slow. It wouldn't have made a bit of difference, my Dad had already died when the nurse called. The surgeon met us in the hall. He took us to a consultation room and told us. He got us pills, which we didn't take. My mother was dry-eyed. My sisters were still, so was I. My brother didn't say a word. My mother asked if she could see him. The surgeon suggested not - she insisted! My younger sister went with her, I stayed in the hall a few minutes, and then went in. He had a look of absolute peace on his face, with maybe a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth. He'd had a heart seizure, or attack. He'd known nothing of it. He was spared that final suffering. In the hall, his clothes were waiting in a shopping bag. The roses, and flowers, were on the cart too. We each picked something up and started to the elevator: each of us thinking our own thoughts. In the main floor lobby. I saw a friend, Margaret, the nurse. We cried together a few minutes. I tried to comfort her. I tried to comfort me. We got in the car. My brother found his cigarettes, my sister drove, and we went home. I stopped at the Post Office, where my husband worked, and told him it was over. We went on to Mother's and called relatives, and just sat there. The thoughts that passed my mind were thoughts of relief for the suffering that was finished, of all the emotions. I think there was one that most described it. There were tears only once, when I called my mother's sister, when she asked how we were, I cried and she knew. The cousins came again from Pennsylvania, Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky. My brother from Florida. the neighbors brought food , as is the custom in this part of the country. The funeral director went along with my mother's idea of having visiting hours at the house, instead of at the funeral home. And, he wore the brand new suit he'd so happily bought and never worn. The bedroom, where they had slept, was emptied of furniture. The flowers around the casket literally filled the room. And my Dad looked at peace. The hardest part for me was when they put the lid down. The room was completely empty then. My Dad was gone. Still, I didn't cry then. Nor did I cry during the service. I can remember my husband gripping my hand at the same instant I reached for his. The service was held at the church. It was very brief; the church was full. We walked out an got in the cars to drive to the cemetery. I was amazed to discover four folding chairs there; one was for me. We sat there in the cold, and heard the minister's words. We left very soon. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/51e80de589e3d7459ed9cfd78c378856.jpg a9c50feb7810dab84ffa0777c7ad4a70 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (30) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 28 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Beside my father's grave are my grandparents. Next to it, on one side, is a very dear friend. There is room for my mother, and two others. A sign of old age, I'm told is when you know more people in the cemetery than you do in town. At home, after the service, the cousins gathered once more for a tearful farewell. The coffee pots bubbled. Cousins wives, with their hats still on, did dishes so everyone could have something to eat before they left for their various homes. I think at one time, I counted sixty people. There are only three rooms downstairs in that house. My Dad would have enjoyed it! He would have had a joke to tell, a curl to twitch, a remark about someone's hat. He would have teased the grandchildren, scolded one of the cousins for not wearing boots. He would have enjoyed it. Strange as it sounds, I did. I had tears then; no none now. I have a terrible loneliness at times, and wish I could see him. sometimes, when I see a man about his age, and his build, with a fringe of white hair, I catch myself in time, before I go up and make an insane remark. When the roses bloomed last summer, beside the bedroom window, my mother took bouquets to the cemetery. I've only been a few times. My father is not there; I'm not sure where he is. I feel his presence at times. I think about him a great deal. I think of my mother, too, who's been alone for almost a year now. And I think that, by the very nature of things, I'll be in the same position someday. Either to go, or to remain. One of us will be left. That's each one's "thing" in life. And, how I will meet this, I don't know. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b971118c3ad144a5c883eef2627f848e.jpg d735fab1de4ebd3ac87031815180b8e0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (31) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 29 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Six WHO AM I ? The sun rose bright and warm this morning. The sky is that winter blue, the evergreen stands still and tall, no breeze is about. The snow crunches under foot. It looks cold and quiet and serene. It is cold! Our thermometer says Zero degrees, and, for the first day of March, in our area of the country, it is cold! Especially with six, or seven, inches of snow on the ground. It's plowed high on the side of the street, so it's hard for my little daughter to get around, to be able to cross the street. Last night seems far away. The shadows, and phantoms, I hope were vanished with the sun, but I'm not sure. Maybe, If I put them down in morning light, their mysterious power over me will be gone. I have reached a certain, happy relationship with my pencil and pad of paper. The typewriter doesn't suffice. I can't think and concentrate, at the same time. What I really mean to say, is that I can't compose my thoughts and concentrate on the typewriter, keep at the same pace. So, I write in longhand, trusting that sometime, I"ll be able to decipher it. My biggest problem is, I guess that I keep everything to myself. I always have. Last night, I wished so desperately to pour out my silly secrets, and fears, to my husband, but I couldn't. I never have been able to. This is the reason I write. I picture a time, after my death, when he's going through papers, and old reports, and things of that kind, and he'll come across the folder of my "manuscripts". He'll pull them out slowly. I think he'll read them. I'm not sure, but either way, my purpose will have been accomplished. He'll know, at last the silly secrets, and fears. And, if he scorns them, then why it really won't matter, because I will be past the point of being able to be laughed at, or ridiculed. I've been ridiculed, and laughed at, too long, and it still hurts too badly to expose myself. My biggest regret, along this line, is the fact that our oldest son is exactly the same as me. He keeps everything bottled-up too, and it hurts him so deeply. I wish I http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1a8840057482eec0803de1212a663d53.jpg 969b462a6847603e340a1091604c42c4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (32) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 30 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl could help him, but I can't relieve his torment by telling him how I've suffered. That's a strange word - the pencil seemed to write it alone - I guess I have suffered. And I think that this kind of suffering is the worst. I've had my share of physical suffering, maybe more than my share. This I could bear! Last night, when the scenes of my childhood flitted past my eyes, I was wide awake. I know somewhere there was an answer, but I didn't find it. It got away. It always does. And, finally, the long night ended. I was reminded of the prayer I used to say, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep, if I should die before I wake. I pray thee, Lord my soul to take". It must have bothered me, it does now. I taught my children to say only the first two lines, and then to say, "God bless everyone I love," naming all the relatives, and friends, and then everyone else in the world, "and make me a good child!" But, I've always had the feeling that I've deprived them of something, in a way. Maybe I've only kept the fears from them, and, if so, I'm glad. The fears! Lord, how I've hated those fears. Fear of dark, fear of death, fear of going places, fear of ridicule, fear of people's opinions about me. I was twenty-five years old before I could even think to myself about a person, "Go to Hell, I don't need you!" I still haven't been able to say it out loud. Someday, I just might. I don't know who I'll say it to first. This has certainly given me a certain amount of inner satisfaction, imaging their response. It's almost as good as telling them to their face. The trouble is, I really do like most people. I love to talk with sales ladies, I used to be one, and it's nice to have someone notice you, and be nice to you. I can catch the eye of another mother, coping with her small child, as I used to mine, and a recognition will pass between us, and she'll smile, and so will I. I don't really know if you can call that empathy, compassion, or just plain nosiness. I only know that that's the way I am. this bothers some of my friends, who are always asking, "Did you know that salesperson?", or woman or whatever. And then, that puzzled look comes over their faces. It's the same response my husband gives me. Some look in awe, so I guess I'm something of a "kook", because no one understands - except my oldest boy. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/060ba7c92f90841cc9e3541584ccdb65.jpg 1861f0403a606e157c039ad8bca26bef Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (33) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 31 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl I do love to talk with people. Any people, anywhere. I'm reminded of the by-line of one early TV program; "There are a million people in the Naked City, there are a million stories. This has been one of them''. I think that, when I drive down streets, and roads, and past houses. Maybe not a million, but hundreds. They all have stories. So do I, but I can't tell mine, and I don' think they can tell theirs. It's like two parallel lines extending, ad infinitum, going the same way, side by side, but never touching. Dear God, I don't want to be a parallel line! I wish I could tell my story to someone. I don't know why, I don't really know to whom, but I feel sometimes as if these layers and layers of reaction, responses, impulses, stimuli, must come out. Or does everyone carry around the muddle of their thinking until their dying day? There are times, dear pencil, as if I'm really afraid to trust you. Because, once it's written, I cannot recall it, and the chance of being read, and misinterpreted, would be as bad as saying things and having them misunderstood, or ridiculed. Other people seem to have such well-run lines, neat, orderly. Are their minds the same? I don't really think so. As I know some of those neat, orderly people. Houses always spic and span, children always clean, the blasted ironing always done, and not a dirty dish in the house. i can't believe their minds are this tidy. Maybe they have better control over theirs than I do. I've thought of writing this as a story. Changing names, especially mine, and trying to palm it off as an imaginary story. My imagination isn't this powerful, but maybe someone else would think so. I don't really know what I'll do with it. but, here goes - most stories start off with either a very happy, or very unhappy, childhood. I wish I could remember my childhood, but I don't think I ever had one. I can remember almost to when I was two, and I can't remember a childhood as such. It certainly wasn't unhappy. It certainly wasn't a joyous occasion. I never remember enjoying it because I was always waiting for another time. The other time has never come. Will it ever? I don't know, I've done the same thing with my children, never fully enjoying the ages they are - always trying to picture "another time." I've lost all the memories that I wish I could remember. Certain times stick out in my mind, but they are http://66.213.124.233/files/original/291a6789fac398dc2fb0cbe4994ddb23.jpg 68ccde2fc7137282d6d40001c10e3b2a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (34) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 32 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl few. What happens to the days? I guess I've wished them away -always waiting for "another time." I could put on a stoic face, and keep the tears of agony to the time when I'm alone. My husband doesn't like to see me cry. Or anyone. He had sisters who used this for their own means. There have been times, when I've screamed inside of me, to him, to please say "go ahead and cry, cry all you want!" I know he never will. It's the way he is. He just doesn't think anyone needs emotional release this way, and he just doesn't understand me. The trouble started last night over the same thing. It's usually always the same thing and it always ends the same way. Only last night, I didn't fight back after he went to sleep. I didn't toss and turn, or turn on the light, but I accepted things. I had the sensation they say a dying man has of seeing things, and scenes pass before my eyes. I wondered if each of us, complex humans that we are, all have such an inner-turmoil. My husband doesn't. Things are so simple for him. things are black and white - there's no middle gray anywhere. He has come to accept some of "gray" in his own life. He's learned to accept the fact of "breakdowns" in his own family, and in mine, but not in ours. But, he looks on these cases as weaknesses of the individual. I don't think he will ever have a nervous breakdown. I sometimes don't think he has nerves. i don't know what sustains him; sheer physical strength, I suppose, guts, no spiritual fallacies. Oh, he believes in God, but not in Heaven. It's all here and now with him. It's rather disconcerting really. He hates to go to funerals. It's all over in his estimation. There's nothing left. No hope, no thought of heavenly rewards, or threats of eternal damnation with him. It's here and now, and he's the master of the situation. It's really very sad! He doesn't need people. I crave people. Or books, except of course, for the face that books have a happier ending, most of the time. Either a good book, or a visit with someone, or a telephone conversation will work the same therapy on me. It's an intrusion to him. Maybe he's got a simpler mind, or a single track one. But, these things aren't important to him. People, books, music, solitude. If he spends five, or ten minutes alone, he goes to sleep. Just shuts his eyes and goes to sleep. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/773767a638266d0d179eec9e8c18d206.jpg b7fddba91079d8eca055dcd4d06d4af4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (35) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 33 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl So many things came to mind last night. I can't hardly remember them this morning. So many scenes of growing up - "Growing UP" to what? That's certainly a strange phrase - Growing Up. It presupposes you are smaller, or shorter, then you grow up, straight and tall. We have a lot of strange phrases in the English language. "Grow up", how often we say this to children - "Grow up and act your age!" - most of the time, that's exactly what they are doing. Acting their age, their physical age. I like "maturing" better. It sounds more like a flower opening. It sounds more like a cycle of events, instead of physically growing up. I guess the problem basically hinges on the fact that I didn't have much of a childhood. I went to stay with elderly grandparents when I was two. I think, sometimes, I've lived for a hundred years! The stories they told me were like the fairy tales read to other children, by their parents. The time was one, mid- depression, and in a very small town, so things like sanitary sewers, bathrooms, refrigerators, kerosene lamps, ice boxes, quilting blocks, hand-knitted mittens, and kerosene ovens seemed to me to be mixed up. See, normally the generation who lived with kerosene lamps would have been my grandparents. My mother's generation would have lived with the ice boxes, and the quilting blocks, and the mittens being knitted, and the bread rising in the pans to be baked in the kerosene ovens. so, I guess you'd say I was a composite, and it's all mixed up. I had a friend when I stayed with my grandparents. Her parents were the right age. She had store-bought clothes, and a bathroom, and a fireplace, and a refrigerator that made ice cubes, with pop stored in it. How I envied her! My goal, even yet, is the fireplace, and the store-bought clothes. I wanted all these things so desperately, when I was a child. I'd go back to stay with my parents part of the time. They lived in the house with no electricity. I was in High School before they moved. It was finally to a house with electricity - but still no bath. To this day, they don't have one. We finally installed one, five or six years ago. It's still new to me. I've always wondered why they didn't move, years before they finally did. I guess it's habit. I don't think it was love of the place. I though when we http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b53c8f6bc40f907c08d7970e1ba0d22d.jpg a18bd901645a08aaa56480faa5c29fbf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (36) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 34 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl moved to town, it would be a whole new world. It wasn't. It was still the coal stove in the corner, still the slop bucket in the corner to empty dish water and plate scrapings into and the kerosene stove in the kitchen. Still, the two-piece pad irons, heated over the stove. But, we did have electricity. They've finally installed water in the kitchen, an electric range, a refrigerator and a freezer, a dryer and gas space heaters. It's almost up to date. But, my folks aren't. Whether it's habit or whether they like it, they've lived in this house as long as they lived in the one in the country. I still live in my grandparent's house. We didn't have much company. Of course, in the Depression years, I don't suppose people went visiting much. One of those fears I had was traveling. I was in Jr. High before I went to the nearest city - twenty miles away! I may have gone before that, but I can't remember. Things big have always frightened me. I still don't accept this as a manner of course. It's still an excursion, still has an element of fear, uncertainty about it. I still see intrigue lurking in corners, and doorways, still manage to get lost, so to speak, in unfamiliar stores -still consider it alien ground. I've been a small -town girl too long. Oh, I go all right. Go into town for meetings, and visit art galleries, shop, etc. My husband doesn't take me. I go alone, or with women friends. I take the children. They romp on the escalator, and self-serve elevators, to their hearts' content. They've never worried about being lost, or being stolen by Gypsies, or murdered in the doorways by dope addicts. As I said, though, we didn't go much, and we didn't have much company.I did travel to another state a couple of times. My grandparents went to visit my aunt, and I could go too. As I grew older, it meant joys without end. This town had a movie house, middle-sized stores, sidewalks that were broad enough, and smooth enough, to skate on. I made friends across the street, and down the street. We drank lovely Pepsi's by the carton - full! Ate potato chips and pretzels. Played Ping-Pong. Blissful summer days. Those were the days of my childhood, I think. the only days, and they came much later, about eleven, or twelve, and ended suddenly with the death of my grandfather and trip back to the house I grew up in. The absence of that dearly loved, familiar figure, http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3b7fa5bc33c48a8fc6e07bf19b62be95.jpg d691b6ae005922a208aceaa5e502f19b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (37) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 35 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl upon whose lap I loved to sit, and rub my cheek in his scratchy, wool sweater, duck to one side as he spit tobacco - most always unerringly in the Chase & Sandborn coffee can. Reach in his pocket for a pink peppermint lozenge. Beg for a nickel to run to the corner store for an ice cream cone, whose last remarks, as I went our the door, were always, "Remember who you are". I never asked who I was. I never knew who I was. Only that was his grandchild, and my grandmother's grandchild. My brothers and sisters I hardly missed. I didn't know them to miss them. You cannot miss what you do not know, and I didn't know them. I can still sometimes still hear, "Remember who you are". I still do not know, but I don't know whom to ask. I guess I must find this answer alone. Things changed then. I went home to stay. My grandmother wasn't well, my older sister, who was out of school, went to stay with her, and took my bed, and my dresser drawer. Strange, I can only remember one dresser drawer. I guess that held all my belongings. These were never many. There still aren't. Back I went to the house in the country. Back to the family I hardly knew. I had lived with them during school terms all the time. But, I waited on weekends, and summer vacations, to go to town. I waited on those nickels, those laps to sit in. The pampering I suppose I got. I never remember being called in the mornings, except Sundays. Sundays we went to Sunday School and church. We walked , unless it was terribly inclement. then, my grandfather got out the Model A and took us. He always came after us. Always drove up after everyone was gone. My grandmother was always the last one out of the church. I never knew if it was because he was always late, and she waited on him, or thought she'd be late so he waited on her. I never knew. I guess it doesn't make any difference now. I waited all the time I lived in the country, with a sort of detached aloofness. I probably was hard to live with. I know of no teenager that isn't. I had Rheumatic Fever. Spent months in bed. My mother was a good nurse. But, she never talked to me. No on ever really does. I think. We spent days together, me waiting for the school bus. She doing things around the house. It was winter, so we were living in only part of the house. She did play the piano. She played beautifully! She didn't teach me though. I taught myself. I had lessons once, when I was a little girl. We must have had some money then. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/032fed2f59763521863c5b60d2438129.jpg 04b79667b5f1b1d3e93462cdad8ab550 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (38) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 36 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Then with the war, my father changed jobs. We didn't have anything much for a long time. I'm sure we ate. We kept chickens, and a few cows. I remember they butchered a pig once in awhile. My mother canned the meat. We had a big garden and raised our own potatoes. My mother made our bread. The pantry always had big crocks of milk sitting in it. Scraping the cream as it rose. How often do you scrape? I have no idea. I didn't learn. I did learn to bake bread. It's one of my accomplishments to this day. Only now, I make sweet rolls. I made too many loaves of bread then. It seems so strange that I can remember so few times working. My grandmother was the mistress of her home. She didn't ask for help, or tell me to help. She'd wash out my clothes, wash my hair, scrub and clean. She was surprised that I know so little about how to do anything in later years. No one rally ever taught me. I haven't done a very good job of teaching myself. School progressed. I like people, as I've said, and I liked school. I never really was anybody's best friend. No one else was as interested in books as I was. I didn't really have to study harder. I had parts in school plays. Went to basketball games. Was never elected cheerleader, they always picked someone more petite, and graceful. Had a few honors in school. Worked part-time. We'd moved to town by this time; not the town where my grandmother lived, but close to it. I could go back and forth on the Greyhound Bus. I hated those trips. I was always afraid I'd miss the bus. When it finally came around the curve, I'd run to the stop. Then, i was always afraid the driver wouldn't stop at the right station. Once one took me ten miles past my destination. I cried and cried, called my mother, who sent a neighbor after me, and caught up with me on my way, walking back home. It was as hard to accept a favor then as it is now. I'm always afraid it will be an imposition. After graduation, I could have gone to any one of several colleges, but we didn't have guidance teachers then. My heart was set on dress design. Some silly, romantic kid's idea. I could have gone on to any college of Liberal Arts, and should have. I had met my future husband by this time. We enjoyed a friendly, friendship. I suppose, in all honesty, I wanted a friend - he wanted a sweetheart. I had fallen madly in, and, http://66.213.124.233/files/original/89c6c0bde6dae93ae8fc5dc838ec23d7.jpg f284dc2fbf5f5cb1010c7f14ccba9e7d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (39) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 37 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl disillusioned, out of love just before meeting him. I would have followed this first love to the end of the earth. Only he didn't ask. He was embarrassed at my overtones of affection. He tolerated my playing all these romantic love songs of the day on the piano. He had his obvious faults. My parents didn't like him much. They could see through him. I couldn't see a thing! It was a very short-lived romance. As summer romances are apt to be. I was introduced to my husband by one of the girls I was working with that summer. I, in turn, introduced her to her future husband! We did a lot of double dating. She "had" to get married; we had a big church wedding. Part of the time, after I was out of school, and working in the little town, I lived with my grandmother again. She was in her eighties by now. Never the less, she called me for work every morning. Fixed my lunch at noon when I walked home. Waited supper till all hours if I was late because of visiting, or just plain talking. Washed out my lingerie, ironed my clothes - and I practically ran away! I guess I did run away before we were married - ran back to my parents' because I thought I should be there. Couldn't be both places, close to my husband's work. He came home for lunch, and we played at housekeeping and married life. I finally learned to drive. worked at a job, one and one half weeks, and that's been the only time since we've been married. As I've said before I never really had anyone teach me to do housework. I keep looking to tomorrow's projects, and seem never to get today's projects finished. We've reached the middle thirty's and with forty's breathing down our necks, I can't enjoy today. I'm too fat. The dreams, and aspirations, of that crazy, mixed-up kid of twenty years ago are actually centuries ago. Our four children have had their share of measles, mumps, chicken pox; not Rheumatic Fever. And, I suppose as a mother, I didn't sit down and talk with them either. My grandmother died five year ago , at the age of ninety-six. We finally moved out of our house in the country. Came back and lived with her. We had just the three children then. Our little girl came after. Grandma was still cleaning her own room, and doing my dishes , when she died. We still live in Grandma's house.It's never been mine. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7732c38338257781d7cd6da932cf835d.jpg aa3939ce9b78b77318114f34d4938df8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (40) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 38 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl or ours, probably, never will. I trim her rose bushes in the spring, transplant her tulips, and jonquils, every three or four years. We did plant some trees that are ours. But the house hasn't changed that much. But, if I have deep, and ponderous, thoughts, my friend, the pencil, and I write them down. I've lived too long to explain any of my wishes, desires, or thoughts, to anyone else. I haven't gotten the nerve to tell anyone to "Go to Hell". or "Jump in the lake", and likely never will. If I open my mouth to contradict anyone at a meeting , or to voice an opinion, I blush, and my heart pounds. We go to church every Sunday, don't miss a one. Only my husband goes too - we usually are the last ones out the door though, come to think of it. Same church, same door. The words of my grandfather come back. "Remember who you are!" Who am I? God, I wish I knew! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/aa0165dbc466986d1859b55313f6aba3.jpg 74afdf7bf5f3edba24019d1d3dd406d9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (41) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 39 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Seven WHERE IS HOME? I knew then that I would never forget. All my life, I'd waited to hear them . Every Fall, my brother would talk of them. Only after the war came, and my oldest brother left for the army - only then did they not mention them. I'm talking of the geese of course, the wild geese flying down from the North - flying south in the Fall. Flying to the warmth, and the sunshine, of the South. Leaving their home in Canada, flying the miles over our part of Ohio - going to only they know where, and once I heard them. I used to dream of it when I was a little girl; dream of the north reaches of our hemisphere, wonder at the unknown expanse of country; wonder if I'd ever go there to see the towering pines, and the crystal blue lakes, to feel the spray of sun against my face, to see only trees, lake and sky, in one broad sweep, with no one else in this panorama. I saw it once, one early summer morning, many years later, standing on the edge of the dock. I felt an aloneness that spoke of the grandeur of nature. The sun had just risen, across the lake, the water was so calm, that, after I had taken a picture of this, there was a perfect reflection in the water, so that I still wonder which is real and which is the reflection. I think I know. I think the picture is real the way it was printed, but I always wonder if perhaps the printers may not have made a mistake. It is so perfect that it is really hard to tell. I'd never seen a lake so still before, and I've seen one so still since. The was picking up a rock, here and there, at my feet as its rays were diffused through branches of the pines behind me. I felt suspended in space. It was so still. Not a fish rippled the calmness of the lake, and I do not think that ever a bird's song broke the stillness of the morning. You can drink beauty; absorb it through the very pores of your being; wrap yourself in beauty. I did that morning in the land where the wild geese fly home in the Fall. Then, things changed. We returned to Ohio from our vacation. the Canadians call them "holidays". I like their word better! You cannot vacate your mind - only your place in busy whirl of complex world. For two weeks, or only a week, or even a http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e191463150cbb3c59fb19c39fe9237bb.jpg 52e24e31c7479f9da05c81908f5190d1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (42) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 40 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl few days, the world that depends upon your presence must do without you. You are vacating that spot. But, the idea of a holiday presupposes you with hope of festivity, rollicking good times, a spirit of living free as the birds - rise with the sun, eat when you wish, sleep when you like. So a holiday is far more enjoyable than a vacation. Coming back to our mundane working world. I brought the peacefulness of that early morning stillness with me, wrapped around me like a blanket - protecting me from the coldness of the world. The beauty of that morning was captured forever on the film in my camera, but also imprinted in my mind. We've returned to Canada for many years since then. We return in the summer, after the geese of course. I've never heard them fly North. I wonder, do they sound different flying North? Are they going home, home to the blue, blue lakes, the giant pines, the serenity of the North Woods? Or, is it like my picture? The reality is in the turning Southland. Which way is home, my heart do you know? Or, will you know someday? When you've heard the geese once more? Does my heart search for the quiet solitude of the almost wilderness of the North, or is the reality of my life in the hustle and bustle of a household evidenced of my husband, four children, one dog, several cats, and many friends? Which is the reflection, which is the reality? Is not the tranquility of the Northland lake reflected in my Ohio home life? Just as my reflection is seen in the bountiful lakes of the North. Who can tell me which is which? I think I know, but then again, maybe someone has turned the negative of my life upside down so I do not know. The children grow. They grow fast. Time cannot stand still and the season have changed many times. I did not know the geese fly North the first time I heard them! When I heard them, I was standing with my father. He had been so very, very ill. He had been in the land where the geese must fly, in the sunshine of the South. He flew down, much faster than geese of course! From our spot in Ohio it is a four-hour trip. Very little flying time. Just walking from desk to boarding area and back to the desk on arrival. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/150306ddcee44337a48b7971fc4f2365.jpg 3dde50ac59abfe76a9b7e3b5ddf6321f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (43) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 41 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl When he came back, he came by plane. The short weeks of this trip had taken a toll of years of his life. He was an old man. a man who had lived with pain; had battled death, had survived. He needed time for his body to mend from several operations, from a foe that had staked a claim on his life. A foe that would be relentless; a foe which is Cancer unsuccessful. The ally's name is Heart Disease and Heart Disease cheated Cancer for my father's life. I think wistfully if one of them should be the victor for his life, I'm glad it was a heart attack. But, of course, when we heard the geese, my father and I, we did not know of the coming battle. It was a night that must be very common in this small town of Ohio, in the middle of Fall. Someone in the next house was burning leaves. The smoke you could smell; nothing could smell like leaves burning in the Fall! Except of course, leaves burning. The air was crisp and clean, but in our town, the darkness cannot be felt with our electric lights, our street lights, with automobile headlights. The silence cannot be felt with the slamming of car doors and house doors; up and down the street someone's dog is barking, some child gives a yell! How to define the yell? Who really knows? We heard the geese winging their way through the darkness, their leader directing their flight in his own manner. Flying South to the warmth, and the sunshine. I had not heard them before. My father did not hear them again. In the spring, before the jonquils and the tulips, before the lilacs and the lilies blossom, before the frogs began their nightly sounds - in the spring, my father lost his battle with his foe named Cancer, even though the true victor was a heart attack. The geese flew North again that spring, I'm sure. And many seasons have changed since. Who knows the true home of the wild geese, my heart, do you? And knows the true home of the soul? I felt my father's presence - not at the cemetery, not in the spot where his monument sits, engraved with the only accounts of any of our lives that tells the story of our lives. Born : January 11, 1896 Died: March 7, 1968 Age 72 years, 1 month, 28 days http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2182bad0da75d6ac8f9207e5cad813ff.jpg a258599028579271a5295c32c3b90e82 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (44) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 42 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl But, which is the true picture of my heart? Which is the reflection? And, is it like my picture of the lake; can it be turned upside down so the reflection is the actuality, and the reality is the reflection? Who knows? I only know my father is not there; not in the narrow grave! I do not know where he is! I do not know my heart's destination . Whether my heart seeks to go home again, or whether it's true destination lies many miles away. Is the wild goose going home to the North, or going home to the South? Oh, I know the scientists know. The bird's home would be the place of his birth, and instinctively they return there. Do they take their little holiday then in the North, or the South? Are our lives our "holidays"? do we go "home" when we die, or do we go on a great adventure? Instinctively we look forward to a homecoming in the future, a gathering of the "class" so to speak. We want to feel that those who have gone ahead of us are waiting for us. Much as the leader of the wild geese calls to his followers to follow. I have not heard the geese since that night. But, today I saw them! Flying South in a sky that forecasts the winter ahead. Gray, November days, with the ground covered with leaves. Soon, we will have snow, and if it is deep enough, you cannot see the graves of all who have gone before, only the markers standing. Today, I saw the geese for the first time. I couldn't hear them, but they were flying in a not too straight formation; flying South. To the warmth, and the sunshine. Maybe in the spring. I will either hear, or see, them flying North. Only they can tell you which direction is home to them. Maybe someday I will know in which direction my heart's home will like. Which is the truth, which is the reflection? I think I know, But I'm never sure; if the negative of my life was printed in the right perspective! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2474ee028346b529b59be641e4d19d0a.jpg 29b5a0fb1d877fdbf8b4139f0e34cff0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (45) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 43 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Eight MY ROOM I like my room. It's gold, and brown, and rusty orange. It's like the early morning sun, streaming through yesterday's rain streaked, winter windows, before spring cleaning. It's the braided rug- reminiscent of days gone by when home-braided rugs were means of economy. It's the pattern in the old-fashioned oak rocker-bought at an auction years ago, that rocked three babies. It's the green plants growing profusely in the window. The ones that make living center pieces at the table, or maybe arranged on the piano. They really get around, those little plants from the 10 cent store. I like my piano. It's funny about my piano. For years I've liked to play. We even once had an old piano, given to us by a former minister's wife. This is a new one. A Spinet with warm shades of Honey Walnut. That's a new name. You usually hear Honey Maple. But, this is soft Honey Walnut streaked here and there with the grain of Walnut. My piano-a gift of love. Many hours I've spent in the few months we've had it. Playing my soul out. Tempestuous, beguiling, tenderly. Music from me. Love songs for my husband, pop songs for the children, classics to remember from days gone by- all during the quiet hours when they've all gone to school, and to work. Just me-in my room, at my piano. I say my room when it's really everyone's. It invites you to just walk in. What more should a room do? It has memories- oh, so many memories! Gifts, Christmas'. Only one here, but it's still home. My room, my house, my family, my town, my state, my country! How wonderful to say my, when it all belongs to everyone! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7a9b8ccfd7f71b961a20d97641bcd5b2.jpg 0f291427211a3c0405cacc8337cc8fcf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (46) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 44 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Nine THE KISS It was the first time she had seen her husband cry! At least, in public. There had been one other time, a long, long time ago. But, then they had been alone, closed up in their own little world, during the hours that belong just to husbands and wives, in the kingdom of the bedroom. But, this was different. He sat on the sofa, with the children around him. Little Karen their pride and joy, on his lap. David and Pat their two youngest boys, sitting in almost stunned silence. Bill, their oldest, who, even at thirteen, would cry, sat motionless, but tears were streaming down his cheeks. The first thing that struck her eye was herhusband's clothes. "Why," she thought, "they're dirty!", and her fingers ached to wipe that streak of grease from his face. Even though he was a repairman, and had to get dirty, and greasy at times, he was usually quite immaculate. He never even liked to have the boys be "little-boy' dirty". And, here he was, greasy and all! She walked through the door and closed it. "Funny, she thought, "I didn't hear the door close, and neither did they!" She had no sense of having come from any particular place or room, the only sense of time, or being, she had centered around the five people sitting in her living room. She looked at her husband, as though he was one of her children, and with an exclamation of utter compassion, and abject sorrow, she swiftly crossed the room and sat on the arm of the sofa. She put her arms around him, and cradled his head on her breast. The children didn't notice her, but only sat, still staring with unseeing eyes. As she sat there, she wiped at the grease spots on her husband's face and brushed them away with her fingertips, much as she had down hundred of times for the children. His sobs were subsiding now, and her arms drew him closer, even closer, his face bowed down, the tears drying on his face. With a sigh of spent relief, he raised his head and looked straight at her. Without a word, she kissed him on his lips, one long, http://66.213.124.233/files/original/096826d74423e9ec3ca12e9ebe09ee16.jpg 16ee873690a317281d4377b828bd8a0d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (47) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 45 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl agonizing final kiss. A kiss to last him until eternity, and to last her throughout eternity, and she was gone. Her husband sat still, as he had been sitting since he first heard the news. He had not seen her, but had somehow felt her presence, and he gently ran his fingers over his lips. He had not seen her, but felt her fingers on his face, and the wonder and knowledge of what he had felt filled his whole being, so sorrow and grief seemed to vanish and with a sense of lightness of spirit, he raised his head once more. Mirrored in his eyes was an unfathomable smile. With a sigh he spoke the words - the sound -were the first ones heard and as he spoke, the mood of despair lifted. Somehow, though the echoes of time, a whole new world was opened to her loved ones, sitting in her living room - grieving over her death. It seemed like such a long time had passed. Bill was in high school now, and becoming the student his father, and his mother too, had known he could, and would be someday. He had made friends of the boys and girls he had always known, but, somehow, had not really known. A smile had come to stay on his face, the dark scowling from bitterness, pettiness and persecution, had somehow long vanished. It seemed Bill had changed, practically overnight. Since the time of his mother's death, several years before, in fact. His teachers noticed it first. A child of temperament, often in trouble because of inattention, and lack of attention, he had settled down into quite a remarkable young lad. His grades, that had been failing, had risen until he was an honor student. His sullen disposition had changed, and with it the animosity that several teachers held toward him changed, and was gone. A comradeship sprang up between the teachers and Bill. The school psychologist said it was undoubtedly caused by his sudden maturing but was dumbfounded to explain how it worked in just the manner it had. Usually, cases regressed even further into despondence, and he would have supposed Bill would have somehow, he was still unable to explain either premonition, of the actual happenings. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8269515dfecfabd9a33a87d5d512cd32.jpg 46a6829a0631cc1b6b299147ad5ce3d6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (48) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 46 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Tonight was the Science Fair. Bill had worked long and hard on his project. He was very interested in science, always looking for an answer, as if it would be found in a test tube. Anyway, he was at peace with himself, working on his experiments, and on his second love - art. It seemed he could almost speak through his fingertips, the beauty he created at such a young age was very strange; almost ethereal landscapes, captured through his memory's eye, from distant places seen on various family trips. Always to the wilderness, or to the far away places. And always Bill was able to capture and elusive beauty that is nature. Always it was an odd, imaginative canvas, as though an extraordinary vision was granted to him - a time from another time. Tonight, however, he received a special award on the district level and, with a proud, but somehow quiet ease, he acknowledged his receiving his award. His father was there, his sandy hair sprinkled with some gray; he often smiled at the gray with a melancholy smile of remembrance of how she always disliked her gray hairs. The whole family had laughed at Mom's gray hairs; he had always liked them and would never let her "touch them up". She would tease about his receding hair on his forehead, and say that whenever it receded another one-half inch, she would like it too. Unconsciously, his hand stole up and touched the bald spots on either temple. It has receded the half inch, he thought, and with just a slight smile, he thought of how she would have loved it. And, with a tug of his heart, he wondered how gray her hair would have been now. His mind went back to that evening so long, yet such a short time ago. A lifetime ago, he thought. And,still his heart was warmed and set at peace by the fleeting touch on his lips. He glanced at his side, almost expecting to see her there, expecting that his remembering might have conjured her up. The lady on his right was the wife of one of his customer though. He quickly glanced to the left, where David, Pat and Karen sat. Karen was growing up so fast. Nine years old now, and looking more and more like her mother. The shade of her hair, the lift of her chin, her hazel eyes that turned green when she was angry. Her nimble fingers that loved to play the piano. His little ray of sunshine he thought. Pat with his freckles, and his serious nature, was thirteen. Pat's natural http://66.213.124.233/files/original/828929afee93f888306296a602712b47.jpg 9aabaa50ea40d54271b0ee93a3e3c828 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (49) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 47 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl bend seemed to be the ministry. His seriousness about the church, at such an early age, was remarkable. The boy's questions, and study about the church, and it's history, had long since amazed him, and caused quite a few lifted eyebrows among the ministers when a new one came, as they quite often do in the Methodist Church. The boy seemed to find a solace there, he did have to admit it. He himself did Sundays when he sat in the choir loft. the peace he found there was precious to him also. with the new church, he found he could concentrate more readily. Somehow, in the old church, the shaft of early morning sunlight had always touched the spot where his wife's casket had laid among the flowers. The beauty of the flowers, the sunlight through the stained-glass windows was almost too much for him though, and he was quite happy when the new church was completed. This picture he could see in his mind's eye, and that was enough. And, the spot in front of the Chancel in the new church had not as yet held the casket of a dear friend, let alone that of his beloved. With a shake of his head, to clear the reminiscing thoughts from it, he winked at David who had just caught his eye. He then centered his attention to the stage where his first-born son, now a tall, six-foot teenager was receiving his award, and once again, he felt the presence of his wife, felt her fingers curl within his, felt an almost imperceptive squeeze of his hand, felt her fingers touch almost fleetingly upon that spot - that spot on his temple. He could feel, as any married person can, the nearness, the way bodies touch each other, when two people sit side by side, as if she were sitting beside him in the auditorium, sharing Bill's achievement. sharing the whole family's pride in one of their members. He sat there motionless, staring at his empty hands, and the coat and shoes of the wife of one his customers. As Bill was walking from the stage to meet his family, he heard his mother's voice just once, calling him "Billy", but though he turned as quickly as he could, stopping so suddenly that he almost made the girl behind him fall, he couldn't see her. But when he saw his father, he knew that somehow his mother's presence had been there that evening, had shared with them this moment of achievement, was a justifiably proud of him as if she had been there in form, as well as in spirit, and as he held the paper, the http://66.213.124.233/files/original/69b5836983961886590423fda051df3a.jpg c145c220059b1821333d81ec6cd2008c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (50) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 48 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl paper so earnestly and tirelessly, worked for, he was startled to see a splotch, like a teardrop had fallen on the printed William. Time for mortals has a way of flying, even though the days go slowly, and the nights are filled with intolerable loss. However, the time called years hastened on. Somehow, he knew that she would not have minded him marrying again, but he just couldn't find a woman whom he could care for. Even with their mutual loss as a family, his children and he were very close. Much closer, and comfortable about it. They had not spent much time in mourning over their loss of wife and mother, it seemed their grief had lofted long ago, and the expectancy of the future closed around them, and the time called years passed. Bill went to college, to post-graduate work, and was well on his way to a brilliant future. His-self-assurance was amazing. He seemed to go along with the idea that he had reserves of strength to carry him on, like a man that knows exactly where he is going, and how he is going to get there, just the quite confidence that marked him as an outstanding young man, with quite a future ahead of him. David had finished high school with honors, his long ago skinniness had filled out, and he had become quite an athlete in his local school. He had become quite a vocalist too, singing in the A Capella Choir, and quite often sang in the church choir with his dad. Once, long ago, his childhood ambition had been to become a doctor. With the natural grace of all born athletes, and the nimbleness of his fingers, he was fast becoming a good, a very good, med-student. With the charm, and handsome features, he was blessed with when he was born, he had become quite a handsome young man. Quite a son to be proud of! Both boys had worked hard, hard, hard and long. Their father had not had much to help them with. Both boys were soon to be married. Pat was finishing college soon. He would enter theological school soon. His serious nature was still there. His impish grin, and the gleam in his eye, sometimes peeped through, and this only added to his charm! The freckles were still there, and his blonde hair was somewhat darker. He had missed the boys when they left home to go to http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f0ce4dfda1f71c9804ef73516fa4f3cd.jpg 2f34b2b8067a0e07168e2d9c6482c64e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (51) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 49 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl college, and with his sensitive nature, he might have had quite a time of it, but with his presevering nature, he had been able to adjust to these changes. Karen had become quite a grown-up young lady. Her sunny personality had kept the whole family on an even keel. As the only female in a masculine household, she might have been quite a tomboy, but with a protectiveness few older brothers have, they had managed to keep her practically unspoiled. She had grown up in a small community that loved her, and she loved it in return. The town was just small enough, that quite a few people had known her from the time she was born. She had grown up with a realization of her loss of a mother, but with a deepening awareness of the love her remaining parent had for her. She could vaguely remember her mother. She could remember that at times her mother was cross, she made dresses for her, helped her write, and taught her to read at such a young age that she just couldn't remember learning. It seemed she always knew how, like she just knew a lot of things. All these things Karen could and did, remember. She could remember how her mother rocker her occasionally, even when she was a big girl of five! Of how she sang to her, and played games. These times over-shadowed the cross times in Karen's memory, but she did remember that mother got cross! Tonight, Karen was walking home slowly. She knew Mike would soon want an answer. He had asked her to marry him last night. She knew she would say yes, even at nineteen people are sure when they are in love, she thought. Gram had told her that her mother and father had been married at nineteen, and even the hardships that early marriages often entail, she knew they had been happy, and would not have changed a moment of it. She would tell her father as soon as she got home. She hoped he wouldn't be too lonesome, (how that word tugged at his heart-strings; she never realized, but it was a word she had used quite often as a small child). She knew her father liked Mike, he was so much like her dad. She was sure that her father would not object. Karen's favorite game, as a very small child, was one of pretending, and her favorite pretend partner was her mother. So, this day she talked to herself as she walked home, that lovely Fall day in September. She wouldn't have remembered it, but it was http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fa76a6c07593644209785dc455aaf852.jpg 32325e14446d8fbc05d3bcb0d4b1247d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (52) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 50 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl her mother's birthdate. She scuffed through the fallen leaves, and thought. " Oh, Mother, I wish you knew Mike. You would like him. I know you wouldn't mind if I were married, would you? I'll bet you and Mike's mother were friends when you were here though and she's so nice. She's almost a mother to me anyway. We can talk about the silliest things, and still be serious. I must ask Daddy if she knew you. You know, there are some things you just can't talk about with men. We'd like a Christmas wedding at the old church. They're going to tear it down in the spring. But, that's where you were married, and that's where I want to be. The boys will be married soon, and Pat is away at school. I'd like to finish college, but if we would happen to have a family very soon I'd have to quit. Remember, how I've always loved babies, I think I always wanted to have a baby sister or, or brother, and never did, but Mike and I would like to have lots and lots. The first girl, we'll name after you, if it wouldn't make Daddy too sad." Karen was very intent on her conversation and reached the corner of her street almost before she realized it. As she turned the corner, her "talk" with her mother concluded with, "Oh, and yes, Mother, Mike says he thinks my great-grandmother's wedding band will be fine." As she opened the door, she stood back just a moment, as if to let someone else enter first. Her father happened to glance up as she came in, and somehow, the sunlight and shadows made two of Karen, only one was much older. The realization hit him then, that the children were almost all grown, the boys were on their own, had been in fact, and the approaching marriages would soon be here. This boy Mike, that Karen was interested in, was a good boy, good worker, he had known him all his life. He wondered if Karen was seriously interested, and then the expression of her face, an unguarded expression told him all there was to tell. He slowly put the paper down, and held out his arms. She shyly came to him, and together, they sat on the sofa. Karen impishly perched on his knee, and started her carefully rehearsed speech. One look at her father's face told her that further conversation would certainly be unnecessary. As she flung her arms around him, and giggled like a four-year-old, somehow, again her dad had felt his wife's presence; her breath against his ear, and over his daughter's laughter, and talking and planning, he heard his wife say, "You've done your job, not too much longer now, not http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8d41ccc6d7b27bcdfe448a6f25ba2ab7.jpg 31a4c9020e7209172f32ed1097688974 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (54) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 52 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Ten SO IT GOES IN DREAMS Every girl, while she is growing up had dreams of the family she will have some day. It starts with naming dolls, and probably because the dolls are usually girl dolls, our babies-to-be are girls also. At least in my case they were. In my daydreams, there were four little daughters. Stairsteps, always immaculately dressed in frilly, white pinafores, with black, patent Mary Jane shoes, white gloves, and crisp little bonnets for church; velveteen snowsuits in the winter, and little short sets in the summer. You've seen the pictures in magazines yourself. You know what I mean. I even had these little girl children named, knew their personalities, their clothes practically made during these growing-up-days of mine. There would be Sharon - curly haired with dancing, brown eyes, pig-tailed Rebecca, with freckles on an up-turned nose; Ann and Susan would be composites of the other two, but with their own distinctive personality. all would be adorable, beautiful, mannerly little ladies - no resemblance to their tom-boyish mother in her younger years. With protruding front teeth, long-legged and with the the grace of a knobby-kneed calf instead of the graceful fawn, and with green, or rather hazel, eyes - nearsighted too - I would definitely not be expected to have such lovely children. So, for the father of these little cherubs, I imagined a husband patterned after some of the more famous Greek Gods, and as consolation and tribute to this wonderful man, I would produce - after these daughters - a son. For him. the would undoubtedly inherit my myopic vision, stumbling feet, and my rather low, alto voice. Enough that the girls be beauties. So it goes in dreams. As I became older, my dreams changed to thoughts of becoming a dress designer in a far-distant city, where the streets were paved with gold, and there were penthouses, glamorous nightclubs, and my fashions would become the most sought after in the world. After tiring of all this worldly fame, and having made my fortune, I would return to this little midwest village, and flaunt my hard-won, worldly gains in front of all my girlhood chums, who because of some reason or other, had never left this little town, and who http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a210551b6f43fc6c85f8de3ac73a5670.jpg a992368f058bf90ec545f2619fd4bbc5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (55) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 53 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl would turn just "green with envy" at the sight of my mink-coat, the foreign convertible, and of course, the fabulous wardrobe, the reason for my success. So it goes in dreams.. But. Lo and behold in my senior year of high school, I met the love-of-my-life, and, after dating rather steadily during our final school year, reality gradually crept into some of those dreams. For instance, my daughters-of-the future were going to have to be red-haired, more sturdily built, with definite freckles and fair complexions. No brown eyes either, and their temperaments might just become slightly fiery, which would be due of course, to their red hair! However, since this love-of-my-life was quite an athlete, I would compromise my dreams and we would have twin sons after the four girls. First of all, though, there would be college, then fashion school, them my career, which would have to be shortened to allow plenty of time, for the planning of six children would of course have to be considered. But. After graduation, our class took, what was known in those days, a senior trip. For seven wonderful days we toured the East! Over the Skyline Drive in Virginia we went to Washington, DC, Atlantic City, and wonder of wonders, New York City! Here, I found the widest streets, the tallest buildings, the hustle and bustle of the city. From the seventeenth floor of a mid-town hotel, the subways, the automat, Radio City, Music Hall, Rockefeller Center, shopping at Saks Fifth Avenue, riding the subway to Long Island to visit a cousin who had made it to the city! All the thrills, all the dreams coming true! And if, while riding around the city in a boat, we saw parts of the seamier side of any large city, if the apartment shared by my cousin with three other girls wasn't a penthouse apartment, and the rooms were smaller than I had imagined - if the stores were not any different than Columbus - only larger- certainly none of these reasons were enough to justify the sudden tarnishing of the streets of gold! Or was it? Maybe it was, because the love-of-my-life was graduating form another school while we were gone, and absence does make the heart grow fonder. Having seen through the tourist eyes, the sights of Washington, from the top of the Washington Monument, where the view of the White House also encompassed the view of some of the slums; visiting the Senate and the House of Representatives, and http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0db725bf8e2153897db83a2f2c36768e.jpg 8a21191a8e442823a91ec4db8eb3c4e9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (56) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 54 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl meeting congressmen in the halls, and watching from the visitor's gallery while these elected men, who run our country, as they were actually doing this, somehow, in memory's eye, they appear as somewhat weary businessmen who sometimes disagreed with each other, and the selfless dedication, one might suppose, to the service of this nation, was overshadowed by a great number of empty seats, and the affairs of state are sometimes quite repetitious and boring. Somehow, the majesty and excitement were missing, and so went a dream! And while we saw the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, and even a television studio; ate at a hotel dining room, and left the city that never sleeps at 4:00 am, had hamburgers for breakfast, somehow the streets didn't glitter nearly so bright at 4:00 am! "The sunrise over the East River", (or whichever river is mentioned in the novels of yesteryear) couldn't be seen for the buildings, and to a simple, small-town girl, the lure of seeking my fortune in this city had lost quite a bit of its magnetism. Even the river itself smelled mightily of fish - dead, as well as otherwise - and the seagulls flying overhead were beautiful, until one considered they were gliding so gracefully to pluck a piece of garbage floating on the surface. "Litterbugs" were active in those days too. And, so, in the midst of the soot and grime, in the city of my dreams, another dream was gone. In not too long a time, after working and saving for a small nest egg, the love-of my-life and I were married, in a typical small town wedding. On a beautiful Fall afternoon, in a gown of bridal satin, that I made myself, complete with train and a "something borrowed" veil, with flower girls and bridesmaids, and a white Bible - before a church, packed with friends and relatives, favorite uncles and aunts, little cousins -we repeated the vows that made us man and wife. And, for our honeymoon trip, as in all dreams, we went to Niagara Falls! We started "housekeeping" in a big, old, country farmhouse, with a well-stocked china cupboard - gifts of well-wishing friends and relations. That was the year of the famous "Snow-bowl" game between Ohio State and Michigan, and since the honeymoon was far from over, walking through the now covered yards, and drifts, to the car was http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6776272d03705329e03128538c619361.jpg ca0ae1ab31083496cda1ccf28ead8b1b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (57) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 55 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl fun! As well as piling comforters on the bed and snuggling down while outside the wind roared and the snow swirled. Spring came, and with it apple-blossoms in the old orchard, strawberries in the garden, and, on a rather cool, summer evening, toward the latter part of the summer, our first dream child arrived! Not brown-eyed , curly haired Sharon came to us that summer evening, but rather a little fellow, with an old, wizened-up face, and perfect toes and fingers, and a very loud voice. We named him Gerald William. To my husband, who the oldest child in his family, with three younger sisters, a dream came true! Two years later, on a hot, summer afternoon, during State Fair week, when traffic is at an all time high, Thomas David arrived to keep his brother company, and Rebecca left to join Sharon in Dreamland. Back from the hospital we went, to the farmhouse on the hill, and if I felt the arm of justice was a little heavy in the other direction, I had only to look at the two boys and realize how fortunate I was. So, time passed, and there really was so little time then to dream. Three years later, when we brought Douglas Patrick home, I packed the little gift dresses, and the frilly sweaters, and tied them with the ribbon of my dreams, and gave them away. Now, if the boys had not been the dream children I envisioned, in reality they are three very handsome sons. Jerry, the oldest, does have brown hair and eyes, and when he was a baby, it was even curly, and with a dimple in his cheek, and a twinkle in his eye, all five foot, six inches of him is solid muscle. Since he is only thirteen, I'm sure he will grow a few more inches, and while his voice is husky with change, I still can see the little blonde, curly haired boy he once was. Tom, at eleven, is quite an individual in his own right. He's our Little League ball player, and with the natural grace that born athletes seem to have, he would have been the one with the dancing feet, but with his "bandy-rooster" spunk, I feel his dancing feet are quite useful. He's the tease of the family, and with his blue eyes, and freckles on http://66.213.124.233/files/original/51e303c7615444d60a50bf73ff0d85e8.jpg 0f40b17db7f204c56a98bf8577f090a7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (58) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 56 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl his nose, he stands straight in his choir robe, and looks like all the little cherubic pictures of choir boys the world over. Douglas recently became a cub scout, which has been his burning ambition since the days of the den meetings when Jerry was a cub and I was a den mother. With a shock of blonde hair, and more freckles than skin, almost, stocky built, and with a grin that really does reach from ear to ear, he is at times, the far more serious-minded of them all. And now, when four men are dressed for church on Sunday morning, with their polished shoes gleaming, the bow ties in place, and the cuff links all found, and the crease in each trouser leg so straight, my heart contracts as I realize how fast they've grown - this family of mine, how long ago the old farmhouse in the country, the time when they were small, and how much farther away even the time when I dreamed dreams. And as I pull on my gloves, and straighten the latest "silly" hat, I glance down at Karen Susan, our soon to be five year-old. Our "little surprise" from a Heavenly Father who knew all the time the dreams of a foolish child who had to learn things like patience. Susan, in her black patent Mary Jane's, with little white gloves, a tiny purse over one arm, a doll baby usually clutched under an arm she's had the ruffles and the pinafores, but the new "shift" fashions some how seem to fit her personality better. And, while her hair is neither curly, nor long enough for pig-tails, the little girl bob some how fits that shade of brown, and with her hazel eyes, and a very sweet smile, she's still not too big to give an unexpected hug and kiss. And, when her brothers are in school, Susan and I have plenty of time for tea parties, time to make doll clothes, and if we do have to walk over and around the balls and bats, the trucks, the football shoes, and the bikes, somehow, just one tiny smile from Susan makes the sun shine brighter. We now live in an old house, not as big as it once was, in town. And, if once in a while the call of the country gets through to the boys, Susan and I maintain we like it in town. I'm sure the winter evenings would be far from lonesome anywhere with our gang around now, still, who knows what dreams are waiting? http://66.213.124.233/files/original/774845775e190b3b1e86abe3b38ca5e8.jpg 59095e8bad68d2ce86569efbd6f3f236 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (59) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 57 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Maybe someday curly haired Sharon and pig-tailed Rebecca, and little smiling Ann, will come to live with us, as did Jerry, Tom, Doug, and Susan. Somehow, I haven't thought of my dream children for a long time. For one thing, my heart is too full of the real-life children to spend much time thinking of what might have been. Which one of my three sons would I not have wanted to have, or could have done without? Not one! Because each of them, in their own, way, is such a wonderful gift from God. And each of them has such a large part of my heart. And, if our "little surprise', our most unexpected gift from God, had not come, I think, in time, I could have tucked all my dream daughters away. Tucked them away with a kiss and a sigh, to be sure, but away. Reality is such an unexpected thing, but when it comes, we thank God for both the reality and the ability to dream. For the loving care of a Heavenly father, who knows that the heart is blessed and warmed by the way our dreams go. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d5f1ae2c2061db6968f26e644cabdaf3.jpg 495de67d8f23f40fa92b5b398c59ecf5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (60) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 58 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Eleven HOLD FAST THESE THINGS The very things in life we cherish, are the most fleeting. Who of us has not yearned to be an artist, and portray a gorgeous sunset, or sunrise? Who has not yearned for the eloquence of a poet to describe a moment of pathos, tenderness, love, or hate? Yet, these moments are the most fleeting of our lives, and very few of us are a "Thoreau", a "Shakespeare", "DeVinci!" Most of us are simple folk, leading a complicated life, very small ducks in a very large river. How can we hold these intangibles - how can we share these unsharable moment of exquisite beauty, unquenchable desire, unbearable pain, if we do not first realize that these moments exist? When pursuing our every day vocations, we hurry to catch a bus in the rain, do we miss the rainbow in the other direction? With our minds full of "Get that train", "Tote that attache case," Lift that toll change", do we ignore the people closest to us? Are we, as housewives, fulfilling the creative urge of our children, when we scrub the floors, walls, the window, the clothes? Make the bed and light the light, Daddy will be home at 6:00 tonight! But, what about the children? Up at 8:00, breakfast, outside to play, clean up for lunch, take your nap, outside to play, take your bath, supper and so to bed, sleepy head. What a schedule for a pre-schooler - yet school days are not much better. With organized baseball, organized football, basketball, cub scout, boy scouts, brownies, girl scouts, 4-H, swimming lessons, dancing lessons, and ceramics, choir practice, and youth groups, the extra-curricular activities of many a grade school, or high school, student leaves no time for such mundane things as daydreaming, exploring attics (who has them?). cleaning cellars (who needs them?). Even mowing lawns - a good 50 cent per occupation in my youth has been vanquished by the power mower. Everyone has one of those, can't you tell on Saturday mornings? http://66.213.124.233/files/original/984399d1808ae22f73b00855234588b6.jpg cccf46b75c296e7f648f5f60a1b74ebf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (61) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 59 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl The frantic hustle, and bustle, of our everyday existence leaves little time for even a wish to do something creative! Yet, our whole being cries out for this. Some mark to make upon the world! Some influence felt by others to show - to prove that I exist! Perhaps it will never be a beautiful painting as the Mona Lisa, perhaps it will never be a Hoffman's Head of Chris, the Angeius. Perhaps not the children's Hour, "The Barefoot Boy", "The Ancient Mariner". perhaps not "Profiles in Courage". How then, can we, you and I, make an impression on the sands of time? Hold each fleeting moment of beauty. Guard it well, because it will not come again. This sunset will be like no other, and no other will ever be like it. Look out of your window some cold, winter morning, when there is a full moon. The shadows on the snow! the gray - blue - black of the sky, the stars are so close, and so large, and so bright! Every limb on each tree wears a powder-puff of snow. The frost has etched designs on the sun- porch windows! Walk outside. The snow glimmers, gleams, shines, crunches under foot. Your breath makes a halo around your head, like Santa Claus! Of course, to get the whole effect of this winter fantasy, you must get up early, very early, and you must not be going home, you must just have gotten up, because, otherwise, you will be tired and you will have seen too much, and done too much. But, in the morning, your mind is clean as the snow. You haven't yelled at the kids, fought with your husband, kicked at the dog. You have a whole , glorious, God-given day ahead of you! Enjoy it. Make it before the dogs start to bark, the cars start to idle, the kids start to yell, before the milkman cometh, also by yourself. Or, take a stroll in your own backyard, in the spring of the year. Come walk through ours with me. See the first violet there on the little bank, in front of the peony bushes. Their little stems are so short, too short to pick, leave them there, the fairies enjoy them too. The apple, and peach, trees have tight little buds, curled up like a mouse's ears. Soon, They will bloom, and the leaf out, with little parasols, the tulip and jonquil leaves look like little spears all lined up for battle. Look deep into each little clump of spears, the bud is curled up inside, waiting for the sun to get just a little warmer. One of our boys spent almost a half-hour, one spring, examining a single. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4876d9273c763c807b0aafe850c5bbf8.jpg 643f6efaea2ccc09dfe447d57e33c2c5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (62) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 60 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl jonquil from every angle. From one side he saw the jonquil, with a background of our tall, stately evergreen, so very green against such a blue sky. From another angle, he had as a background, the twisted, gnarly trunk of the mulberry, brown and bare, from yet another, he could see past the jonquil, the neighbor's yard, and then a field with a brown and white cow, slowly, and methodically, chewing her cud. I'm sure he saw all these things, because, after he left, I went out myself and down to a four year-old level (height wise) and I looked and looked, and looked. And I felt the southerly breeze, warm against my face, and was lucky enough to see a cardinal perched up in the evergreen. Maybe he'll never paint the pictures he saw there that day. By the time he's grown, he'll have forgotten. And I'm afraid I have not the talent, but oh, how I wish I had. ut, neither of us will forget. Someday, a scene will flit through his mind, very briefly, and a vague sense of having seen just one jonquil, before the "crowd of golden daffodils", against a green, green evergreen, against a blue, blue sky. Or, pet a small, furry kitten, just big enough to walk straight. Or, take a youngster to the zoo for the first time, when they're about four. Did you know elephants were so large, so huge, so just plain big! Or peacocks had so many different colors? Do you remember how the merry-go-round makes your stomach go down when you go up? Try it sometime! With a four year-old to remind you. We've seen it too many times, done it too many times. Walk in the summer dew, with little spider webs gleaming on the grass, walk barefoot so the grass can tickle those tired feet of yours. With civilization, and a Bath, instead of a "path", all those morning walks in the dew became unnecessary - what a shame! Pull a radish form the garden; don't worry about Strontium 90, or whatever, wipe the dirt on the backside of your jeans, chew like a bunny until you get to the leaves. rinse a few blades of crinkly lettuce off under the faucet if you must, but don't add any dressing. Put a little spoon of sugar down along the big vein of the leaf, wrap it tight and eat it. Good! Did you bring the one, big luscious strawberry in with you? Rinse if off, dip the end in the sugar bowl, hold it by the leaves and eat; eat it, all by yourself, and don't let the kids see you, or you'll have the sugar bowl to wash! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/baf233caa0ed517938078fa75a0ba6ff.jpg 55b5bbfe0c248700b2884fc5eb564008 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (63 ) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 61 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl These are the things that can instantly conjure up a picture in your mind, can make the sweetest perfume, can make you taste just one strawberry, can take any given number of years off anyone's age, and make them a child again. If. If we don't keep them too busy, make them too grown-up, too soon, steal from them the very things we should be giving them. Childhood, youth, and time to enjoy themselves. doing nothing, yet everything, filling the storehouse of their minds with all the beauty, joy, that sight, sound, smell, touch can bring, and then the awareness to enjoy. Hold these things fast. Next year, the eager six year-old will be a jaded seven year-old. The sunset tonight will be like no other, and no other will be like it. Look for the rainbow, it'll be there somewhere, it always is. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0a87a7e0447d7a974d7f329ab680f9ca.jpg 44788b5cfa51b1f05a898cdde037f543 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (64) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 62 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Twelve A Day Ends, Another Begins A day ended and another day begun. So she had taught herself to look at the complexity of this substance called "Life". up at 5:00 am, breakfast prepared for one, for two, for three, three more times before the four of them would leave; her first-born on a newspaper route, her husband, the other two boys, the little girl who always announced her presence at each day's, "Mommy, here me is!", and with her arms outstretched, a little actress beginning each day' performance with a smile on her impish little face. A day ended, another day begun - so has time marched across the pages of history, not in decades, generations, centuries, but as day's dawning, and the sun's setting, time and time again for all the days of creation, and even into eternity. The land that was here, will be here; the sea, the stars, and beyond, and we who are mortals , dare to presume, inflict our wishes, our fears, our demands upon our world as a child in a tantrum; kicking, hitting out, being hurt ourselves, and so, to solve our hurts, we seek to hurt others more. And, even as the child knows that more hitting and hurting really won't make him feel better, he thinks that in hurting someone else, it might. The tears, so sorely needed by children, and parents of our modern civilization, are not allowed to flow. No healing process is allowed. This kind of world we created in our time - the world we are leaving to you, the coming generation. With each day's downing, and sun's setting, we add to our world's problems of housing and food, we add misery to misery. May you, the new generation, use your time to the betterment of the world, to solve the unsolveable, to cure the incurable, to feed the hungry and house the homeless. As our Lord said, "If you have done it to one of the least of these, so ye have done it with me." Each day's dawning, each evening's sunset, even to eternity. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b3727674ae219755713b7a7e45003c23.jpg 719800079d512d660810f9045b91fc8b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (65) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 63 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Thirteen ONE WOMAN WRITES Today we all had coffee together. Janet, Verna, and I. Sometimes I feel we're the "Three Musketeers". We're not always of the same mind. But I do feel we have a kinship. Age, children who are contemporaries, maybe just three women who met. Certainly our backgrounds are not too similar. Age is certainly one factor. Our attitude toward age another similarity. Our children are close to the same age. At least three of Janet's and three of mine. One of Verna's and one of Janet's. We do go to the same church, PTA functions, etc. Anyway, our discussion today started over coffee as usual. It certainly got serious pretty quickly. How does one American housewife, Mrs. Average American Housewife, make herself known - her beliefs, her thoughts, her attitudes? How do you speak out against, or in favor of, politics, the Vietnam War - our teenage sons eventually facing the draft? How does one find the strength, and courage, to meet these issues. From where do we find our strength? Is our opinion of any value to anyone, save our families? The terrible circumstances of life in the late 1960's are certainly topics that should be dealt with on a different day than one like today. With the grass growing, the frogs singing in the creek beds, Verna hanging her wash on the line. Her cozy kitchen. But, on the other hand, what other kind of day could one bear to think of these things. Certainly not on a day of gloom and dreariness. Maybe God's answer to our questioning lies in the greening grass, the budding flowers, the peepers in the creek. Maybe the answer is one of hope and promise. The use of seedtime and harvest mentioned in the Old Testament. Maybe life goes on whether we are here, or not - whether we live and breath, and have our being. Our children will because of us. If the world we bequeath to them is the strife-torn, warring world, we've made it, and our parents made it then truly the sins of the parents will be visited, even to the sixth and seventh generation. With all the advances of civilization, we stall are living in a feudal era. Oh, the names might be different. We have the middle class, the upper class, the poverty stricken. We have http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a1d6c8450855165f1e28a0e9b61cfaba.jpg 2ae95a9958e15147dac2a98b9122c0cd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (66) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 64 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Advantages, and lack of advantages. But, how to solve the problems? We really wished we knew. To whom could we write? To whom protest? To whom congratulate? Where can we go? Where is the Utopia we could migrate to, to give our children freedom? Where can we go to give them peace? And, how crowded it would be with all the mothers of the world, wanting the same thing for their children! It seems so little really. A patch of blue, blue sky, a clothes line to talk over, the frogs in the creek, the sun shining brightly on a warm, warm March day, and, please, for every child, and every mother in the world. Please, may it one day be real. Amen. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/39995c760686c5ab2daf8a7c70c8ffc8.jpg ce81edde5f5e1bcd774b79d8925aabec Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (67) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 65 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Chapter Fourteen A LIFETIME IN A SPLIT SECOND A person's lifetime is but a split second in the passing of time. As a single second can change a person's life - either for good, or not so good - so can a person's life change the course of the world, although, not the destiny of the world. We're sent here for a purpose. That purpose is two-fold. To do what we can to influence others to do good, and in so doing we justify our existence here, and prepare a way for ourselves in the world to come. A person has only to look at the beauty, and glory, of nature to realize that a power greater than ourselves, made this world. It was no accident. And, when the world is destroyed, again it will be no accident. God has had a plan for this old world of ours since it was created, just as a the teacher has a plan for a day's activity in school. As we grow older, we realize we cannot slow down the passing of time, and it seems to pass more and more quickly. At four, or five, a day is a year, a week is a lifetime, and it's forever until Christmas. At ten, or twelve, it goes more quickly, however, High School is so far beyond the grasp of so many children, at that age, that a high school student is old! A high school student thinks that twenty-five is practically aged. And, a twenty-five year-old mother, or father, of a tiny infant realizes that the cycle is starting over, and that they must take the responsibility and raise a child to be an adult. The years go so fast, and then the children are grown, the grandchildren come, and then the great-great children. All of this expires in a time so brief in the passing of time, and centuries, that it may well be called a "split-second". Grown-up adults are always faces with a decision. Parents are faced with decisions every day. Not just one either. Usually they are many. It's a difficult thing to be able to respond quickly enough to insure the right decision. The time for right answers comes but is gone. parents must be always on guard to make sure they answer the questions right, at the right time. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9d3e3f28182da97792a9c72ef4a41b82.jpg 578d569d467b321f556d5b6edd0b941d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (68) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 66 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl There are people who spend their entire life being busy at nothing. They are so busy all the time, they never have a free moment for anything of pleasure, and still, their lives may not have left any impression upon the world. There are others who aren't so busy that they cannot take a few minutes, now and then, to revel in the white fluffy clouds, in the clear blue sky to laugh with a child at the antics of a pup, to listen to a baby gurgling and cooing in a basket, and be thankful for all these blessings. The blessing of sight, of laughter, and of - with the help of God - creation. People are so much inclined today to look at the material side of life, and to hurry with the hustle and bustle, of the work to gain a material bank account. Then, in a split second disaster, it is gone. We, who live in a powerful nation, militarily speaking, and who blind ourselves with our armies, and navies, against the thought of aggression with some other powerful nation, are helpless against the forces of nature - hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, etc. Our weather bureau is doing a fine job of predicting the weather so that proper precautions can be taken, to guard against the loss of lives, but the aftermath of a storm still reveals thousands, and sometimes millions, of dollars worth of damage to homes, school, factories, and places of other business. We are helpless against the fury of nature. In another respect, we are helpless against the love of God. a mother can remember times when their children ask for something and she, absent-mindedly, says yes, only to discover a few minutes later she's said "yes" to request to do something altogether different than she thought she had heard. A person can hear God speaking to them through beautiful music, through the lives of other good, conscientious, people, through a minister's sermon every Sunday, and still not realize what they are saying yes, or no, to. Until, in some instances, it's almost too late! You've heard people say, "Christianity is all right I guess - and when I get a little older!" They don't stop to think they may not get any older. A faith in Christ, and in God, isn't a punishment for old age. It's definitely not in the same category of white http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e5577b9e942c686e7c111461312a42e8.jpg bf097d3592306c01d1e231c1af1db921 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (69) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 67 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl hair, glasses and dentures. It's a guide for everyday living, right now. Today! There may not be any tomorrows for me, it's today I'm concerned with. The day you open your heart to God, and let him take over your life, is one of the most glorious days in your entire life. Suddenly, everything is just all right. You know, you just know it is. Indecision may have dogged your footsteps for months, perhaps years, but suddenly the whole world is so much more glorious than you ever thought possible! All that is needed is to open the door when God knocks, and be willing to do as he commands. If he wants you to do something, and you are willing, he'll show you the way. Be sure of that, and be sure it only takes a split-second. Very few people wait until middle-age to marry. Yes, marriage is a wonderful climax to a courtship of two people in love. Conversion is a climax between a God who loves his children, and the children who experience the ability to love more deeply than they thought possible. June, 1956 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e07fef47ed1e43ca57c66d55f6206a64.jpg 49948c95d06345552ecc5d657162c26b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (70) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 68 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl CHRISTMAS '64 I did the shopping in the store, with bells and bows and carols in the air; I did the tree, did the wreath for the door, wrapped the presents, baked the cookies and more - then, why didn't I find Christmas? We went to church, like I knew we would, saw the tree, heard the sermon, and the children's songs, taught the lesson, made the gifts, did all we could, lit the candles, went caroling, just like we should - then, why didn't we find Christmas? Up till three, the night before, Old Santa had nothing on me that night; Spent hours, and dollars, on wrappings so bright, sewed each little snap with a thread so tight - Maybe this will make Christmas? Up at seven, the day's begun, the wrappings are littered the room a mess; the toys are clattering, clamoring, chattering, hanging, shooting, clanging, hammering; TV's blaring , no one caring - Who would even hear Christmas? The day has ended, thank the Good Lord! The relatives have all been visited, the gifts bestowed - deplored? The three old wise men, of yore, had nothing on us, with gifts of frankincense, myrrh and gold - They started gifts of Christmas! Now it's all over for another year: Settle back in your easy chair, let the dishes whirl in a new machine; Life is so easy, now, without a care, of pots and pans, all that work - My aren't we glad for Christmas? http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b35ecbe81c45e588f46b1864fe77dd78.jpg c01f81219918f5388ccfab0b49898564 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl(71) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 69 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl And, if your heart doesn't go a-flutter, at my rhyme, rhythm, poetry; Perhaps it's obvious at your house, with not a creature stirring, not even a mouse - You might have had Christmas! No decoration expensive, with bows so lavish, no tree, no tinsel, no bulbs so bright; with only a candle to brighten the night - with only a creche for decoration, on the table a Bible - with only these, you had Christmas? Tell me, my friend, now it's over and done, the New Year's bells are soon to be rung; The partying's over, the gifts are exchanged, the tree's dismantled, the rooms rearranged, tell me, my friend - What happened to Christmas? http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b50e138ae9493ecec5cf866d770d89a6.jpg 648034a95cc6bc5ae4fabc12c22f895b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (72) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 70 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl NEVER IS FOREVER I walk in the silent rooms alone; the dust swirls at my feet; The one I loved is gone, Nobody's child am I, My youth, my past is gone. I walk in the silent rooms alone, the dust swirls at my feet; The silence echoes through these rooms, my memories bittersweet. How many years these walls have seen, Love and laughter linger here; Pain and sorrows there have been; The memories haunt and sear my empty heart. Nobody's child now am I, alone I must go on; My youth, my past they fly, and having flown, leaves like the down, my empty heart. My heritage surrounds me now, My life - by me all they stand; My manly sons, my daughter fair, Life's cycle moving , moving still, and I'm alone. Nobody's child I must remain. Through years of joy and pain; Through all of life with memories, never to feel again my Mother's love, her gentleness, nor hear her voice, nor see her smile, to feel her kiss, or her caress; Nobody's child and I'll forever be. Alone, I walk these empty rooms, the dust swirls around my feet; The silence echoes through the air, my memories bittersweet. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b5f0af23eaae4e996f4b35b8dad89e0f.jpg b1fac6c4a46eb545c654af5d0a5f9025 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (73) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 71 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl HAPPINESS Happiness is not a one-way street, Everyday there are trials to meet. When you are weary, And things just seem to go wrong. Just plan to greet it with a song! Rest and be thankful, Count all your blessings, Rest and be thankful, Count all your joys! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/708e5e236040efa61f432fcd2ce8730f.jpg 112de23ea454138ea80de0a3f9593661 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (74) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 72 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl A BABY'S SMILE A baby's smile, a sweet caress, Will give you pause for thankfulness, So look around you will find, All around you a halo of sunbeams! http://66.213.124.233/files/original/90981cbb019c666124ec3a47ba5d89c5.jpg 4c6b03048851cb1915fd599687d30d6f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (75) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 73 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl A MOTHER'S LOVE To Susie-Q from Mother (May 6, 1964) To my daughter - Karen Susan Today is a lovely spring day - 3 days before your birthday. In 5 days you will be 4 years old, and in the midst of the lovely, beautiful spring weather, your mother has the "blues", so to speak, and will write you a letter, I hope you never get. You see, in the midst of the beautiful spring, Mother's thoughts have been turning morbid (for me) thoughts. I waited so long for you Susie-Q, and do so want to see you grow up to become, a beautiful young lady, but sometimes, I get a little scared that I won't. You see Susie-Q, the world today is kind of funny. There are so many accidents, have been here in town even, that I never knew about when I was a child, maybe they were there and I didn't know, but anymore it seems there are so many accidents, and sicknesses, or diseases. All of these things are not pretty, my sweet, and your Daddy and I keep them from your brothers and you, which is how it should be, but sometimes things are too nice, too, and a person gets kind of worried , so today, I'm writing you a letter; to tell you how much I love you and all your your big brothers, and your Daddy too. Be the sweet, little girl you are now, all the rest of your life, "punkin"; remember how much you are loved, and will be loved in the times to come. Sometime in the future, your world of love and security may shake, but it won't fall apart, because the same God who made the birds, and the clouds, and the pretty green grass, and the kitty-kats, will still be loving you, and taking care of you, as he's taken care of Mommy and Daddy and the boys, and all the people who know, and love, you. So my little Susie-Q, daughter, be that good little girl. Keep reminding you big brothers, and your Daddy, how important love is, and all the hugs and kisses that go with it. Don't let them forget. And, next year, on your birthday, I'll write another letter, I hope, one you'll never receive, I hope. With all my love, You Mother http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1d0a4d649d1e3291e4915992111de028.jpg 542900c540cab7583b0750514fc4d60c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (76) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 74 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl LITTLE RUNT - A THANKSGIVING STORY BY DELLA LUTES Note: This story was found among Mother's journals. The name Della Lutes is believed to be her "pen" name. My father thought that it would be nice to include it in this collection, and I agree. Mother may, or may not, have included experiences and memories from her own childhood. This story may also, in fact, be the works of another writer and Mother may have copied it from something. Holidays in my childhood, some fifty years ago, in southern Michigan, were celebrated mostly by a foregathering of relatives and the generous consumption of good food. And so, on such holidays as fell in winter, the men tipped their chairs back against the wall of the front room, and swapped local history, while the women swung between the parlor bedroom, where they had laid their wraps, and sleeping children, and the kitchen, where they fell to and helped. Thanksgiving was the day of days for intimate family gatherings, and unstilted feasting. On Thanksgiving, my mother welcomed numbers; only numbers could provide suitable scope for her prowess as a cook. A young sow, once in early Fall, presented herself with a lively litter of thirteen husky pigs. All but the 13th! My father brought him into the house, scrawny, unable to stand on his little, spindling legs, blear-eyed, and pallid, and laid him on my mother's lap. "Runt", my father said succinctly. "Though maybe you'd like to put him in a little box or something". My mother placed an old apron on a chair, and laid "Little Runt" upon it. Then, she warmed some milk, stuck a finger in it, and let the little creature suck it off. This he did repeatedly until, satisfied and warmed, he feel asleep. In a few days, a bottle was substituted for fingers, and in a week, Little Runt not only had a chance, but was on way to normal pig life. He was given a small box near the kitchen door, and all day his contented grunts, and more demanding squeals, as mealtime http://66.213.124.233/files/original/85d3afd01d5c3a224c9686166548fca7.jpg d56a4f48d7f542e065cf3643110b4fe0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (77) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 75 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl grew near, were heard. I became my duty to dump the box, give him fresh straw, and see that he had water. "Fat him up," said my father eyeing Little Runt critically, "and we'll have him for Thanksgiving dinner. I've always wanted roast pig for Thanksgiving!" So, Little Runt was fed on sweet milk, fresh corn meal, and vegetables, and throve to a state of porcine beauty, beyond all rightful expectations, considering his early state. He tagged at my mother's skirts when she looked for eggs, and when she fed the hens, always sniffing at everything in his path, continually expressing his affection, gratitude and general satisfaction in life, with cheerful little grunts, or a high-pitched squeal. He allowed me to wash and scrub him until his skin was pink and smooth, and firm, and made no serious objection to the still-pink ribbon tied about his neck. With his little round-quirking nose, his small bright, watchful eyes, and his up-curled, wiry tail, Little Runt was a pig to be proud of. My father watched the process of his growth with evident approval. "going to look pretty good spread out on the dripping pan "long about the 29th!", observed my father, early in November. My mother made no reply, and, as for myself, I looked at my father with positive distaste. How could he be so cruel, actually smacking his lips at the thought of Little Runt spread out in a dripping pan! Poor Little Runt! I ran and grabbed him up, and held him, kicking, squealing, protesting, in my lap, glowering at my father as at an Ogre. "Just how," queried my father at another time, "do you make stuffing for roast pig?" For quite a few minutes my mother did not reply. The subject seemed to lack favor with her as it grew in the approval of my father. Surprised at her silence, he set his penetrating eyes upon her and said "Huh?" "Stuffing?", she repeated with apparent reluctance. "Oh, I make it 'bout the same as for turkey. Little more sage, maybe." http://66.213.124.233/files/original/07210374cbf62226298f9515adf89455.jpg 895f43c777b5ce6a0379f2f937a2d154 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (78) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 76 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl "Umm-mm", my father made pleasant reminiscent sounds in his throat, "Sage~! You picked the sage yet?" "Yes, " she replied, "long ago. Savory too, and all the herbs." "Put any onion in it?" "Yes," said my mother, shortly, "plenty of it!" And, then all of a sudden, Little Runt took to following my father about, his nose close to the heel of the man whose favor he seemed to think it vital that he should gain. At first, he was merely tolerated. "Get out of the way, you dad-rotted, blame little ole fool!" my father would exclaim, accompanying the admonition with a thrust of boot, designed to caution rather than to harm. But, within a short time, as Little Runt, with porcine stupidity, ignored his master's indifference, the companionship seemed to be encouraged. "Come along then , you old cuss fool." Father would invite lamentably, "you get underfoot and you'll get your tarnation nose knocked off!" And, into my father's voice crept an extra note of bravado when he referred to the succulent dish so soon to be served upon his plate. "You going to have anything besides roast pig?", he asked of my mother, in what was intended to be a casual tone. "Potatoes," replied my mother, "and squash, and boiled onions--." "I mean any - any other - meat?" He explained in a manner strongly hesitating for all of his forthright spirit. "I didn't know as just the - the pig 'a be enough." "Well," said my mother, judiciously, "I didn't know as 'twould be myself, seein' how your mouth's waterin' for it. So I thought I'd roast a turkey. Old Tom's good and fat." My father's face lightened "Maybe's well," he remarked, carelessly, "When you want him killed?" "Not yet, anyway", replied my mother, shortly, "You can kill him when you butcher the pig." http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3b1ee9865cc61059b40bbc99f790cf08.jpg d0b507cee66da3d16eba37f8a0971c86 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (79) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 77 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Abruptly, my father rose and went outside, where we heard him being vociferously greeted by Little Runt, with his won response made in loud and threatening, tones. My mother smiled with her eyes, but her lips wee tightly shut as she went on about her work of clearing away supper. After that my father talked loud, and often, of the Thanksgiving feast so rapidly approaching. He asked my mother if she was going to put a raw apple, or a cooked one, in Little Runt's mouth. With the imminent approval of the festal day, Father haunted the kitchen. He watched the filling of the cookie jars- gray stone for sugar cookies and a brown glazed one for molasses. He sampled each batch of doughnuts as it came from the kettle , and said they were not up to Mother's usual standards. He took, at my mother's invitation, repeated tastes of the mincemeat under preparation, and, with the air of a connoisseur, suggested the addition of wee bit more boiled cider, just a speck more of allspice, and finally, with a tentative glance at my mother's face, just a touch of brandy. Adding and mixing and stirring and tasting, together they brought the concoction to, what both were satisfied, was a state of perfection! Two days before Thanksgiving, my father beheaded Old Tom, filled the big brass kettle with boiling water, scalded and plucked him. the wing tips were cut off whole for brushing the hearth, and the tail feathers were finally gathered up and tied together in the form of a duster. He was then handed over to my mother, with the somewhat ostentatious remark, "There"s you turkey. I'll fetch the pig in tonight. Stub Obart's goin' to butcher him for me." As for my father, there was no understanding him. He had seemed, especially in the last few weeks, to love Little Runt. He had fondled him, scolded him, even called to him when not in sight! He scratched his back, and now he talked callously about cutting off his head. After supper that night he set off with Little Runt, squealing, kicking, protesting, in a box in the back of the prong, (a type of sleigh) it having snowed during the day. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d0e44e51f1d24c33e62730dea27c14b9.jpg f57484d3996fc38ba100a781123a83e7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (80) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 78 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl My mother and I sat close together by the evening lamp, she mending, I playing half-heartedly, with paper dolls. Our ears were strained to catch - in imagination only - the shrill cry of fear and pain, our eyes seeing crimson splotches on the sweet new snow . Along about 9:00, my father returned. "Where you want him?", he called lustily. "Put him in the cellar," my mother replied, "on the bench." She did not rise, she made no inquiries. She took me off to bed and sat with me until I slept. The little pig's carcass was brought up as soon as breakfast was over, and, at the sight of it it, I burst into tears and fled the kitchen. Time is no respector of emotions, and as the hours wore on, the tempo of activity increased. Potatoes were pared and left in a kettle of cold water. My father brought a huge Hubbard squash up from the sand pit in the cellar, and broke it into small pieces with an ax. He was not a handy man when it came to household procedures, but on this day he seemed unusually eager to make himself useful. At 2;00, we were all seated around the the board, the turkey, his crisp , juicy skin bursting here and there in the plenitude of his stuffed insides, before my mother at one end of the table, and the rosy brown, crackling-coated, well-rounded porcine frame before my father. The little pig's legs, now untied, squatted wantonly beneath his well- padded hams and shoulders, his golden body crouched upon the plate. Father, holding the knife above the riddled carcass, said with odd gusto, "Now, Missy, I'm going to cut you a nice juicy slice." My mother, struggling to control herself, said, "I don't care for any, thank you," and burst into tears. We all, with no accord, turned to look at her, the guests in astonishment, I, with streaming eyes and sobbing breath, and my father in consternation and apparent anger. "Well," he said, with what would seem to be a righteous indignation, "I was waiting to see if you was goin' to show some signs of feeling, 'Missy. Wait a minute." http://66.213.124.233/files/original/00a310f6e112a8801b63899af6f65afc.jpg ba77ba7bad8eac90ee4577c39b3fcc91 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (81) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 79 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl He threw down his napkin, shoved back his chair, dashed through the kitchen, snatched his hat from a nail, as he went all, it seemed, in one whirlwind of motion, his guests staring after him in rooted amazement. My mother wiped her eyes, and a shamed voice, said, "It was Little Runt. I fed him by hand - he t-tagged us around - I didn't see h-how he could - I d-don't know what he's up to." But her tearful, broken apology was interrupted by a confusion of the strangest sounds - a mingling of sharp, staccato squeals, the innervoice of a struggling pig, snuffles, and grunts, my father's voice raised in affectionate abuse, the back door opening. "Hol' your tongue, you tarnation fool-cus" - there he was, white hair flying hat awry, and in his arms, leg kicking snout wrinkling, small pink body squirming, was - sure as you live - Little Runt! "There!" said my father, wheezing a bit from exhaustion, "Now what you think?" Every chair had been pushed back. Food was cooling on the plates. I had flown from my chair to greet Little Runt and pull into my lap. "Why!", cried my mother gasping. "What - where - ?" "Well," said my father, flinging off his hat and smoothing hair and beard and beaming with satisfaction in his own exploits, "when I saw you [addressing my mother] were really bent on having roast pig for dinner [my mother lifted hands, opened her mouth, and remained silent], I figured I'd have to fix it some way to save Little Runt's hide. You see, [he now turned to his dumb-founded guests] this was the runt we raised by hand, and he took to following me around, so when it came time, I didn't have the heart to - so I took one of Stub Obart's instead." Then, with a swift turn from the still silent table, he addressed the contented, adventuring pig. "Come along now," he said, and executing a flank movement, caught Little Runt by his hind leg and hoisted him to his arms, admonishing him sonorously. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/70773aa536c24b2daddf86d7bf78522c.jpg 475cea18acae60a8ddbbaf858ebcf0b6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (82) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 80 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl "Thanksgiving for you all right, you fool runt, but hogs don't celebrate it in the house.", and, in an uproar of squeals and protesting kicks, Little Runt was born away. "Lije," said Uncle Frank, in his absence, "always was a sentimental old fool!' "Let me", urged my mother, politely ignoring the remark, "give you some more turkey." And so, as far as I can remember, Little Runt lived to a fat old age and died in his pen. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/84eea11c4d5e1515678c8bea3948565f.jpg 253bde0e68441eee6a319e6853020124 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts:The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (83) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 81 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl "My Manuscipts" A HISTORY OF THE STORIES I have tried to calculate approximate dates that these journals were written. Through the content of my mother's journals, and research done by my father, I have determined these dates to be as follows: CHILDHOOD MEMORIES: My grandfather, Douglas Gorsuch, died in 1943. It is not known when my mother wrote this story. Perhaps it was sometime in the late sixties, following the death of her father, Harold Roof, in 1968. HAPPY BIRTHDAY: Mother wrote this sometime in 1962. My great-grandmother, Minnie Gorsuch, passed away in 1961. MY OUTSIDE INTEREST: Mother wrote this story during the summer of 1962. IN BETWEEN DAYS: This story would have been written sometime during the Spring of 1968. Grandpa Roof passed away on March 7, 1968 A LETTER TO MR. BISHOP: This letter would have been written late 1968, or early 1969. WHO AM I?: This story was written in March, 1966. WHERE IS HOME?: According to the time frame that Mother speaks about, it appears that this story was written in the Fall of 1968, following the death of my Grandfather that prior March. MY ROOM: this story was written sometime during 1968. THE KISS: This story is fiction. I have spoken with my father about the times that I was now aware of, and it appears that she may have been writing from the perspective of what she wished for her children. The most amazing thing about this story is that we http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ed224ac996d6dc8a1ab0bf156932d85f.jpg 3be2985fb02b10fa6650593cfab1c410 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (84) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 82 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl really did sit in the living room, following her death, and felt much of the feelings that she described. We had not yet found these journals, and when we did, after reading them realized how eerie it was that she could almost foresee such a thing. The date that this was written was probably sometime during 1969 or 1970. Footnote: My oldest brother, Jerry (William) did marry a wonderful woman named Barbara Jo, and they have three beautiful daughters, Jessica Loraine, Jennifer Marie and Joslyn Dyann. My brother Tom (David) also married a wonderful woman Barbara Jean, and they have two beautiful daughters, Lindsay Anne and Loren Lea. My brother Doug (Patrick) married a woman named Kathy and they had a daughter named Amanda Lynn. Kathy and Doug later divorced and he re-married. His wife's name is DiAnna, and they have the first grandson, Gerald Kenneth Douglas Crowl (we call KC - he is blessed with two of his grandfather's names, Gerald and Kenneth and his father's). I, Karen (I go by Susan) was married and have no children. My husband and I also divorced. I have not remarried as of this writing. SO IT GOES IN DREAMS: According to the ages of myself, and my brothers, my mother would have written this sometime in the spring of 1965, shortly before my 5th birthday, which is May11. HOLD FAST THESE THINGS: This story must have been written in late 1969, or early 1970. Mother speaks of dancing lessons and that is when I was taking Ballet lessons with a friend of mine. I would have also been the last one in Grade School. A DAY ENDS, ANOTHER BEGINS" It is difficult to determine when this was written. The reference is made to our approximate ages so I am guessing that it was in the early 1960's. ONE WOMAN WRITES: Mother references in this story that it was written in the late 1960's. Her friends that she writes about were very dear to her. Janet passed away http://66.213.124.233/files/original/21fac32a92d92f13a99396610b2cec16.jpg f323ec185da21e91239a1d6f022c50ee Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (85) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 83 of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl many years ago, after my mother had died, and Verna is still alive and living in the same area. A LIFETIME IN A SPLIT SECOND: The date is know because Mother wrote it on a notepad with the date at the top. This is the only time that she had dated anything and the date written was June, 1956. CHRISTMAS '64: I do not know if Mother wrote this following Christmas, 1964 or if she wrote it later, remembering Christmas. NEVER IS FOREVER: Mother wrote this poem sometime following the death of my Grandmother, Edith Roof. Grandmother passed away July 7, 1970. HAPPINESS and A BABY'S SMILE: These are both poems that were found with these journals. It is not known when they were written. A MOTHER'S LOVE: This is a very personal letter that was found in the folder with these journals. I cried the first time that I read it, and I have cried each time after. I have included it with these journals because I feel that it is important to k now all of mother's feelings to fully understand her, and who she was. I hope that you, the reader, see the love that is there. I named it myself because I feel that she loved me so much, and this was her way of showing me that love, even though she hoped I would never see it. She wrote it to me before my birthday in 1964. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3ba8a045ad7a65ba37b830a3d4047b6c.jpg f315bdb142dbe3a94dfbc585d4c7f0f3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl (86) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to back cover of My Manuscripts: The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Family Histories Description An account of the resource This collection contains family histories that have been written by residents of the Big Walnut area. Items in this collection generally contain genealogical information about the families, personal anecdotes, and images of family members. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource "My Manuscripts" The Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl Subject The topic of the resource Local History--Sunbury--Delaware County--Ohio Personal Narratives--Loraine Roof Crowl (1931-1975) Description An account of the resource From the Introduction of "My Manuscripts, the Personal Journals of Loraine Roof Crowl,": "I have compiled these journals in a book form, so that my mother's dream of someday becoming an author can finally come true...I have learned a great deal about the mother I lost at such a young age of 15. She was only 43 years old, a whole lifetime ahead of her." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Author Loraine Roof Crowl Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1998 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Compiler: Karen Susan Crowl Bennett Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Book Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Text Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 31116841 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/55f43ac57cee882e7454e7714255532b.jpg 999421011bde3d404a0a212dad472bc3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (1) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to front cover of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road 77 YEARS ON JOHNNYCAKE ROAD illustration of school house and scrolls with fountain pens in each corner BY EDWARD E. GRIFFITH 1987 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7f2c4abe0b3eddc438b2fd3f54a8fcd2.jpg b7ff3c4b3b52adc1aa494a502eefbcc0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (2) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to inside cover of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road May all who read this book be blessed with many memories and happiness. The Sunbury Community Library It gives me pleasure to autograph this book, with my name in your behalf Ed Griffith illustration of Community Library bookplate http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e8aae197a87f8a72b719d589faa69ace.jpg 3d2fbfb50fb6a0ba38be196e43cb2d1f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (3) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to title page cover of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road 77 YEARS ON JOHNNYCAKE ROAD Written by Edward E. Griffith Illustrated By Richard M. Helwig Copyright C 1987 Edward E. Griffith Published by Classroom - Museum Products 1750 S 3 B's & K Rd. Galena, Ohio 43021 First Edition - 1987 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d66c7fc6162a76b34f51b1b3286c5936.jpg 3d69a9cf14872cba32d3c195510bcd30 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (4) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road My Old Pocket Knife Now that I have reached the retirement age in my life, There is nothing better than my old pocket knife, Except perhaps it is my wife. It seems that she is always in the kitchen, rattling a pot lid. While I am watching football on the grid. She will stir up the dust by starting to sweep. When I am in my big chair trying to sleep. And when it comes to spring house cleaning day. I want to be sure I'm out of her way So, I'll go to the barn and lay on the hay. My wife doesn't know it, but I have some candy, It's in a tin box so it will be handy. I'll tell you right now, but don't tell my wife. I've had a wonderful life, Just whittling away with my old pocket knife. Just before dark I went to the hickory tree. And cracked apart a nut, you see. I used my pocket knife to pick the kernal out. Then back in the woods I moved about and picked some wild flowers, to patch up the friendship of ours. And, so, at this housecleaning time. I just thought of another rhyme, That I'll use to please my wife, So I'll sharpen my pencil with my old pocket knife. illustration of pocket knife http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e0f70ae0c28d606cd3bb316cac4ffbae.jpg cf94f2b3fb5b9fab372a311c50d4d96d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (5) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road ACKNOWLEDGMENTS The author wishes to acknowledge the help and inspiration he recieved from his family, neighbors, and friends. Thank you goes to my wife, Eleanor for her support, our daughter, Virginia Helwig, for her proof-reading, my son-in-law, Richard M. Helwig, for his drawings, ideas, and typing, my grandson, Rick Helwig, for his extra computer work, and my granddaughter, Beth, and grandson, John, for their computer work and pictures. Many older folks provided information and memories of times gone-by, especially Carrie Cleveland and Allie Boston. I owe my extended life to Dr. Ihle, Dr. Held, and my surgeon Dr. McVickers. They gave my the years to do my writing. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5d7ada9d05bfb3b6101ccbabda72bcde.jpg 611d41d828d486a69e1fbd6e44bb0058 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (6) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road PRELUDE The idea to write my book came from reading a book written by Noel Perrin titled Third Person Rural. Many historical facts would soon be lost if they were not written down in some form. The author didn't want them lost forever. Most of the poems just cam naturally during the night while I was taking care of my wife. Edward E. Griffith 1754 S. 3 B's & K Rd. 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Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (7) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CONTENTS "My Old Pocket Knife" Acknowledgements Prelude I Land, Drainage, and Horses..........1 "The Man With a Spade"..........1 II Ancestry...............................................5 "Our Reunion"...............................5 "The Irish Smile".........................11 III The Church .....................................12 "We had Fun".......................................12 IV Good Neighbors...........................20 "Country Dances"..............................20 V Great Big Dogs..............................26 "A Mother of Boys"...........................26 "the Pet Cemetary"..........................31 VI The Usual.......................................32 "Losing a Tooth".................................32 VII The Pond......................................43 "The Pond"..........................................43 "Our Trees".........................................55 VIII Society, Styles, and Habits..56 "Coffee"...............................................56 "Indian Summer"..............................66 IX Turkeys...........................................67 "Eleanor".............................................67 X The Big Brown Cow....................81 "Hand Milking"..................................81 XI Crops...............................................86 "Gadgets"............................................86 "Corn"...................................................89 "Wheat"...............................................93 XII A Little Tetched".......................94 "A Little Tetched"............................94 XIII Income Tax................................97 "Income Tax".....................................97 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e67f64f82994cd37504f21392f5cc922.jpg 23b9a257c54282eb5c5e44a661229c94 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (8) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road XIV 4-H Kids..........................................103 "4-H Kids"...............................................103 XV Special Memories.........................109 "Three Little Country Boys"............109 "Three Little Country Boys at the one Room School"...109 "My Christmases"................................115 XVI A Potpourri of Poetry................116 "To Eleanor on Our Anniversary"..116 "Happy Birthday, Eleanor"................117 "To Eleanor on Valentine's Day".....117 "To Eleanor, While You Are in Grady"...118 "On Getting Home".............................118 "A Letter to Beth".................................119 "Happy Anniversary, Dick and Ginny"...120 "Another Child"....................................121 "A Little Boy's Lament"......................121 "A Little Girl's Puppy".........................121 "Chewing Tobacco".............................122 "Class of 1927".....................................123 "A Warm January"...............................124 "August"...................................................125 "September"...........................................126 "October"................................................127 "Advising Birds"....................................128 "Lonesome".............................................129 Postscript................................................130 illustration of a woman preparing turkeys and a man standing beside her http://66.213.124.233/files/original/07ed555ef1d03ea9971cb5d001743f96.jpg 11ae02da670ccb59acf37998eafa023e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (9) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 1 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 1 LAND, DRAINAGE, AND HORSES The Man with The Spade Not like the "Man with a Hoe" Bowed by the centuries of toil. Whose only reward was his share of the spoil, And his only goal was the end of the row. But the man with the spade was a man self made, He'd dig a ditch with a very smooth grade, And would lay the tile for what seemed a mile, Then cover the tile to increase the yield, For every crop grown in the field. He had shoveled it out with rhythm and grace. Every small stone was lodged from its place. Straight as the string he had by his side, Strung out ahead to use as a guide. He was an artist, but hid his pride. He loved to tend his crops after turning the sod, And to watch them grow; each looking toward God. Later at the casket, at the time of their grief, Was a bundle of wheat tied as a sheaf. Dedicated to Frank Williams, and in memory of Clyde Griffith and Johnathan Davenport illustration of a man holding a horse with 3 children on the horse's back 1 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/76ddb7c4b63f844820e4748d8a64a730.jpg 8478dea7765648c0b1db21a74533a56b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (10) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 2 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Quote: As Agriculture Goes, So Goes The Nation" The land that was farmed had a drainage problem. The best way to solve it was to bring the tile through a rill or two from our land into another system. This we did with the help of Mr. Williams. Sometimes we dug five feet deep just to get the outlet that was needed. My grandparents owned over 400 acres of land in Berlin and Berkshire Townships in Delaware County. It was in the Johnnycake School District (not to be confused with the Pancake School, which was three miles south.) Each was named for what was often found in the children's dinner pails. The land was mostly clay loam with some of black muck in the low ground. There was also an outcropping of shale in some places, and a layer of water filled gravel 10 or 20 feet underground. The Shade farm was located one mile west of Alum Creek between it and Big Run. The farm was where Eleanor's mother lived until she was 96. An oil well was put down, and it produced a small amount of good crude oil. The pipe was lowered through a layer or more of thick limestone into a dome of rock. On the top of the ground was a large glacial deposit of both large and small rocks. Mrs. Shade was sure they would find oil there because her father's place in Oklahoma produced oil and it was covered with similar stones. There may be a reason for this arrangement. Could it be the large dome of limestone under the ground had retained enough heat from former years, or had it absorbed more radiation that provided a little extra in that area to cause the glacier to melt just a little faster there? This is strictly my theory, but my son-in-law says this could have been possible. After all, the glacial process took many years. He is a geologist and teaches in a college. The oil that they tapped was found in the third layer of the limestone. The large brick house was built of brick made by using the clay wax soil that occasionally cropped out there. The soil was pulverized and made into bricks on the site. On all of the farms, the fields were fenced in by rail fences. The farmers spent many days cutting and splitting them. They were made from hickory, oak , or other hardwoods. Shorter rails were used at each corner to hold the zigzag corners together. these were paced at about 45 degrees. A barbed wire fence and more short rails were used to tighten it up. 2 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9a16d9eece2cff24a37647c400b723c3.jpg 627acd11e774f3c6f329fb83d4f3f966 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (11) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 3 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Many Indian relics were found here and other lands owned by my grandparents, and later land owned by my wife and myself. The relics were arrowheads. they were usually brought from eastern Ohio. They also found smoothing stones for spreading bread dough and others for grinding corn or other small grain. the stone hand tools seemed to fit the hand. Some places appeared to be campsites where the work was done. Larger sites were on nearby farms and one where it appeared that a chief had been buried. The O.S.U. Archaeological Society dug some of these up before the Alum Creek Reservoir was made. On my Grandfather Griffith's farm was a very large barn. It was used for horses. He supplied large matched teams for neighbors each spring when they needed them. Most of them were broken and ready for work. Most of them were hitched in pairs, three or four abreast or in tandem using four, five or six horses. There were no tractors in those days. My grandfather, Richard Griffith, had a driving horse that would go to the buggy and stand between the staves on command. As a demonstration, Grandpa placed oats in its feed bag, but the horse still did the same. One of the neighbors was Mason Smith. whenever, he made hay and the dinner bell rang, even if he had fork full of hay halfway up on the load of hay, he would drop it and go for the house. Once John Ryant borrowed one of his horses, because one of his was sick. When he was back in the field, a dinner bell rang and the horse went back to the barn in spite of all that John could do. One of the horses that Eleanor's folks had whose name was Prince would come up close to a board fence and let all three of their young grandchildren get on his back. Then he would take them down the land and to Big Run and back. He required no saddle or bridle. Another one Old Toss would run off when Eleanor's mother drove him. When the kids rode him and they met a car, he would go to a ditch or over to a fence and just stand there until the car had passed. 3 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a37dde40e975b947d1cd57379508f85d.jpg 44bb1e2b2fad9dea8d6cf910e54ae5c4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (12) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 4 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road My Grandfather Griffith also had a few riding and buggy horses. At one time he had a team of them and used them for a carriage. He and the neighbors used two horses on their spring wagons. Driving horses was the pride of the driver and after each workout, they were curried and brushed. Sometimes they used horse blankets until the horses cooled down. Most of the barns had a room where the farmers could keep warm. often the hired man slept there. They also used it to clean and repair harnesses. Always, on bad days, they would oil the harness. The work horses wore large collars. Sometimes they used collar pads. When a horses's shoulder would become sore, the farmer would cut out a hole in the pad so that the collar itself would not rub against it. There were no licensed veterinarians at that time, but they had some very good practical ones. One man who lived not far away was known a Spot Quinn. He was known through out central Ohio. He was a good honest man who knew horses and all the tricks of the trade. He lived until he was over 90. Many farmers depended on him to pick out new horses for them. They gave him five or ten dollars when the deal was made. My grandfather and Eleanor's folks knew him well. He ate a few meals with them. He was very dirty when he was older. His wealthy sister came from Columbus in a Cadillac and tried to clean up his house and wash his clothes, but he wouldn't let her do much. He used an old watering tank for his bed. He put straw in it and the smooth sides kept the rats out. He lived on the Old State Road on the curve about a mile north of Route 36 and 37. He would get a ride by standing in the front of cars so they had to stop. No one wanted to pick him up because he smelled so bad, but they had no choice. He would often spit tobacco juice up the sleeve of his heavy overcoat. When in town, he would to the West End Grill or the Hamburger Inn to eat and drink. There he would talk to many farmers and people about horses, both work and driving horses. This way he got many leads. He was quite a boxer and was only robbed once. It took more than one person to rob him. After he died, they found a considerable amount of money in the sole of his shoe. All of my Grandfather's generation and the next were farmers, this you will see as you read on in the next chapters. 4 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0f2723d795d8071837d581207ccb15b4.jpg facab6293737852207a212e4208db4d2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (13) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 5 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 2 ANCESTRY Our Reunion Richard Griffith and Amelia Hayes Surely deserve a lot of praise For the children of their union Were the ones who started this reunion. There was Rosanna, Marjorie, George and Tom. Bill and Dick and also John. They held it each year to shoot the breeze In someone's dooryard under the trees Or on a large porch in case of rain Each they had their domain. They came with baskets filled to the brim. Some people were fat: others were slim. Some drove on or two horses hitched to carriages with trim. Others drove Fords, Overland, Maxwells, Empire, or Krit Anyone of them could give the horses a fit. With high seats, cloth tops, gas lights, and hand cranks to get them started And horns, they were sure to blow before they departed. Later they found it was a lark Top hold the reunion at Olentangy Park. Uncle Tom brought tickets so kids could ride On the Whirlwind, Red Devil, or Water Slide. It also seemed to be their rule For kids to go into the swimming pool. After going to the ticket window and paying the fees, They were given cotton swimsuits that came down to their knees. They would have lost them if they should have sneezed. All ate so much food, most people would groan But when they left, they bought another cone. For several years, it was held in Mt. Aire At Dr. and Mrs. Willie's. They were a lovely pair. It was a grand place As we watched kinfolk embrace. Uncle George from Illinois was there He thought kissing the new brides was fair. With a swimming pool there nearby Our enjoyment nearly reached the sky. Soon one generation was gone, another came, And it was time to change our name. So it was called the Griffith, McNamara, and James Reunion Now it has become a well-known institution. 5 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ad96535040e352450ea138e83360a7f1.jpg 3d5a52af16aef9cec73ef7ac674d5954 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (14) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 6 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Many years it was held on the grounds of the Delaware County Fair All seemed to enjoy the facilities there. They would sit and talk or watch race horses train Pitch horseshoes, or swim, or watch others do the same. Now we are meeting in Berlin Twonship Enjoying our kinship as well as our friendship. Near to our folks in the cemetery. We are proud again of our ancestry. This is our prayer "May we forever be In the home of the brave and the land of the free." Written by Edward Griffith August 12, 1984 illustration of Griffith family members 6 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/75cc00176cc0efc37788126e827d9efa.jpg e44f9437b2c62509fd54196cb10eed7c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (15) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 7 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Irish Prayer: May the Lord bless you, and the devil not miss you until six months after you're dead, with him not even knowing you have been sick. My Great-Grandfather came with his wife and children toNew YorkCity from Ireland during the potato famine. While there he bought the largest pair of boots he could find. He was a small man, but he said he could stuff a wasp of hay in them so they would fit. He would get more for his money that way. In Ireland, his last name was Griffin, but they could not understand his brogue. When the immigration officer wrote Griffith, he did not try to correct them. So, that is what they have gone by since. My Grandfather, Richard (Dick) Griffith, was born later in Cleveland, Ohio. His father went to work helping build the railroad. That is how he came to Delaware County and settled on some land in Berlin Township. Adaline Hotchkiss was the wife of Dick (Richard) Griffith. She was born in 1849. Her mother was Sarah Ann Scott Hotchkiss. Her father was Lyman Hotchkiss. Lyman Hotchkiss came from Waterbury, Conn near Watertown. I was told that two brothers came down to eastern Pennsylvania on a raft. One had a family: the other was Lyman. One night he took the raft and floated on down the river eventually come to Ohio. From there he came here and married Sarah Ann Scott. From this union came two girls, Adaline and Flora. Adaline married Dick Griffith but Flora remained single. She died while a young lady. My grandparents, the Richard Griffiths', had 3 boys, Alwood O., Winfred Irwin, and Earl Gorden. And their step-sister Grace Buckingham. All of them attended the Cheshire M. E. Church, as well as other churches. He joined Cheshire in 1879. Before that my Grandparents often went to peachblow. Dad and Uncle Alwood went to High School in Galena, Earl went to Delaware High School. Grace developed a musical talent and taught private and public school music in Columbus. They had a baby grand piano in their home. At one time someone told her that she had no musical talent, 7 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/aecd7853821c8d8e901aa68399e57a95.jpg 7449e7fcc646267fa0426c87a4376bb6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 8 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road The Galena High School offered a three year course to graduate. The students often roomed there. Uncle Alwood's roommate was Frank B. Willis, who often walked from his home in Lewis Center, He later became U.S. Senator. Our neighbor, Fred Whittier, asked Sen. Willis if he would ever be our president. The answer was that he was too conservative. And he was not acquainted with the right people. My uncle Allie died when I was in the eighth grade. Sen. Willis preached his funeral. He said, "Allwood Griffith never told a dirty story." I was at an impressionable age and stopped memorizing and telling them right then! My grandfather's sister, Rosanna Griffith, married John McNamara. Two of their sons married Ford sisters form southwest of Delaware. Their children and children's children attended public school: most of them graduated from Berlin High School, and many graduated with honor. They served the community well: on our school boards, public office, booster clubs, fire department and 4-H club as advisors. They attended our church dinner, bazaars, and ice cream socials. Their lives contributed to our community in lots of ways. My great-grandmother was Clarissa Mc Williams. She came to Berlin Twp. in the early 1800"s. She experienced wolves and Indians. The blockhouse used to stand on what is now a part of Alum Creek Park Camp site. It was where they went in time of danger. The McWilliams' went to West Berlin. My grandmother was Prudence. She was a life long member of it. She once told me that my great grandmother Clarrisa McWilliams had been baptized in Alum Creek in February after the ice had been broken to make a hole it it. They were a hearty bunch. She had 2 brothers, William McIntosh and George McIntosh: they both lived in Illinois. She married William McWilliams. They lived on a farm in the central part of Berlin Twp. William McWilliams fought in the Civil War. He was taken in the Belle Isle Prison. They had to drink the water that was also the drainage for the sewage from the camp. Typhoid fever was rampant. He said later that if it hadn't been for a slave lady brought them soup daily, he and his buddies would have died there. After the war, he and his wife had three children, Stanley, Ed, and my mother, Emma. 8 Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (16) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0ab4d07165ef3e5cea03b1511e7e700a.jpg ecf1b3d094b1ce5ea78a3374fd333708 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (17) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 9 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road One time when Will McIntosh was on a visit from Illinois, a man with a load of hay and a team of light horses got stuck in the driveway. This driver could not get them to pull together. Uncle Will saw it and went out and talked to the horses to calm them down. Then he took the lines and spoke to them with a kind voice and they pulled the load the rest of the way to the road. Grandpa McWilliams had a brother, Marshall. They called him "the deacon" He wrote poetry once a week for the Delaware paper. One time after Marshall got stung by a swarm of bees, my Grandfather wrote a poem about "The Deacon and the Bees". The paper published it under Marshall's name. For a while, the two brothers didn't talk to each other. The Irish folks were thrifty, hard working, shrewd livestock buyers, and not above getting even with someone who had outsmarted them. This was typical of the second and third generation especially among relatives. One time, my grandfather played euchre with neighbor, Mase Smith, and placed him in front of a large mirror so he could see his cards. Of course, my grandfather could see each card in Mase's hand and easily won. His neighbor wasn't told until later. My Grandfather married again after after Adaline died. He married Elizabeth Finch Buckingham. She had a daughter Grace Buckingham. She was an excellent stepmother and grandmother. She loved her garden. There she grew castor oil bean plants to help keep the moles out and planted potatoes from the seed that grew on the top. She also taught us how to make firecrackers and sparklers for the Fourth of July. The firecrackers were made by cutting a long strip of paper 2 or 3 inches wide and folding in a 3 sided triangle making a container that we could put gunpowder in. This was done after the first fold. Also a fuse was added. We used homemade cord, which was made by dipping wet cord in the gunpowder to make the fuse. She also showed us how to make a Jacob's ladder. It was made by rolling newspaper into a roll about as large as your finger, then cutting it lengthways for about 1 1/2 inches in the center then crosswise most of the way through and pulling it out. The more sheets used the longer the ladder could be. She made other paper toys. One was made simply by rolling paper up and drawing it out. When placed on the finger it would extend one or two feet or more. The more fingers we place them on, the more fun we had. 9 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b6e27ca347df505d9466f7525d57e176.jpg f66d47c938dcaceaa5654b7c79a35417 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (18) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 10 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road She also liked to make pumpkin jack-o-lanterns and go after hickory nuts and walnuts which she would shuck and crack to use in baked goods. Her candy and cakes were delicious. She also made little faces which were sometimes worn as watch fobs. When Grandma Griffith kept one of us for dinner and she didn't peel potatoes, she would boil them. She made them special for us by calling them "Potatoes with their jackets on." After lunch when it was time for a nap, she said, "Let us both lie down and whoever goes to sleep first tell the other." My Grandmother must have liked to pick berries. Back in the East Woods the bushes were loaded with unusually large plump blackberries. She would carry a 30 inch forked stick with the short branch turned back toward her. It looked like a broken wishbone. She could us it to draw the berries toward her for faster picking. She would carry back with her two tin pails and fill them both in a short time. My mother often met her there and also us boys and Dad. There were plenty of berries for all. In the spring and summer, flowers were abundant. Just over the fence in Charlie Smith's woods, there were ferns four or five feet tall. They seemed to thrive along with the mosquitoes in the swamp. The ferns grew near the moss covered, decaying logs and stumps just at the edge of the water, where they were covered by leaves and shaded by the growing trees. Hoot owls could be heard most anytime. We often saw raccoon tracks along the rail fence. One time "Pete" set a figure four box trap and caught a small raccoon there. Sometimes Grandpa Griffith went down near Lancaster and purchased some cattle. The next day, I've heard Dad tell, they drove them home. It was over 45 miles and it made a full day's work. Uncle Allwood also helped drive them home. My ancestors, thus had may activities; no two days were the same. they worked close to nature. 10 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/20e17c7cc5c57d73c69314c5b7598cf3.jpg ff2819e4b136b3de7f970c41e71f4cc5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (19) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 11 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road The Irish Smile Most Irish kids learned to smile Before climbing his very first pig stile, Or chasing a pig for half a mile, Or standing before a judge during a trial. What would the Irish man do without the aid Of a plug of tobacco and an old knife blade, For eating an apple or sticking a pig, Or trimming his nails while dancing a jig. My, Oh, My, how the Irish could dance! He danced with all the children, cousins, and aunts. Like no other creature on earth, he could prance. You would think sometimes he might lose his pants. The Irish liked to play a practical joke Especially upon their own kinfolk. They were as sharp as the leaves on the old pin oak. Sometimes they would go quickly to elope. In the family of kids there were many. Seldom could you find one without any. With seldom a bachelor who didn't marry, Unless his frow was quite contrary. And so at this reunion they came, you see, To smile a few times and discuss the family tree. Ed Griffith 1986 illustration of trees and underground roots 11 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9aad81b4af8614fb0cf70043482d1675.jpg 6c140785756956ec160bf9218de3e072 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (20) Subject The topic of the resource Corresponds to page 12 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 3 THE CHURCH We Had Fun Happy moments while growing up, Were like petting the cat or chasing the pup. Taking off shoes as well as our hose. And squashing the mud between our toes. Or picking dandelions, spring beauties or other, And taking them home to show our mother. Like having a crow, we called Kee Kaw. Or crossing the field to see Grandma. Walking in a field of stubble and clover. Climbing a straw pile, then rolling over and over. Sleeping all night in a tent, when it went to zero, Going to the house, walking in snow. Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 12 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 3 THE CHURCH We Had Fun Happy moments while growing up, Were like petting the cat or chasing the pup. Taking off shoes as well as our hose. And squashing the mud between our toes. Or picking dandelions, spring beauties or other, And taking them home to show our mother. Like having a crow, we called Kee Kaw. Or crossing the field to see Grandma. Walking in a field of stubble and clover. Climbing a straw pile, then rolling over and over. Sleeping all night in a tent, when it went to zero, Going to the house, walking in snow. Running to the run, while shedding our clothes. Sunburning our bodies as well as our nose. Going to the store, with a penny in our pockets, Buying some candy, in our mouth we would sock it. Or, doing some things that girls wouldn't do, Like sleeping on a straw pile the whole night through. Sliding down hill on a homemade sled. Going over the bank and into the creek bed. Cooking potatoes, wild onions and meat, Over an open fire that provided the heat, Calling it the best, we thought it was so good. Bragging about it, but, our mother understood. On Sunday School teacher, taught us biblical surprises. As we took part in the children's exercises. Turning the freezer for homemade ice cream. Eating so much and nearly bursting a seam. Pitching horseshoes with my brother and Dad. They made so many ringers, my score looked bad. Taking a picture of Eleanor on a rock. Hurrying to do it while the wind blew her smock. Gone is our childhood, when these things happen, But, they return to us while we are nappin'. 12 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4308a23f1d6e4210e27b25a32c5acd30.jpg c9770d797c007c912d4fb382932a27c5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (21) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 13 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road From the book: Two Churches Become one: A History of Rural Chapel United Methodist Church, 1983. "The History of the Cheshire Methodist Church Through the Eyes and Ears of a Boy" At the beginning of the Twentieth century, the Cheshire Methodist Church reflected much of the rural life at that time, its mode of transportation, hard work, life's little comforts, and a reminder that the Civil War was not very far in the past. The church was one place where the little communities built around each one or two room school and had overlapped. It was an expanding interest for the young folks. Various families from other districts met. Romance kindled, talent exchanged, and leadership grew. Remembered are the horses and buggies, surreys, bobsleds, sleighs with bells, and the hitching racks. In the winter, they placed blankets on the horses and the people had carriage robes and soapstones. Also, heavy coats, toboggans, mittens, muffs, and mufflers were worn. In the summer, we saw barefoot boys, girls with pigtails and hair ribbons, men in shirt sleeves, and ladies with palm leaf fans. In the church were two heating stoves, one on each side. The floors and some round stools were covered with carpeting to match. It was furnished with wooden pew and benches. The pulpit was on a raised platform large enough for the organ and choir. On the windows were inside shutters. Wall brackets held oil lamps. Later, they were replaced by lights that were hung from the ceiling. Not faraway were numerous other churches. A Baptist Church was also in Cheshire. To the north was the Pee Wee Church. To the east, in Berkshire Township was the Berkshire Methodist and at Rome Corners a Free Will Baptist Church. In Berlin Township, there were also two Presbyterian Churches and one Evangelical United Brethren. Many of the people from the entire area visited the local churches when they held protracted meetings, revivals, song services, and children's programs. In addition to the regular ministers, Rev. L. E. Rush from Grace Methodist Church and a talented lay minister, Mr. Charles Mason, of Delaware were speakers. 13 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a4ee7f68283758825d1f803e97369d3e.jpg 75d81311aff66deb95e1ae092ac3439c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (22) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 14 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road One of the largest continuing intra-church organizations was the Berlin Township and Semiannual Sunday School Convention. It started before 1900. The 107th was held in November, 1949. Variously selected teachers taught the lessons, and ideas were exchanged. Part of the time, outside speakers gave the sermon. Usually the host church was filled to overflowing. The last few of the conventions were held at the Berlin School. The Cheshire Church was fortunate in being near Ohio Wesleyan University and Otterbein College. Our ministers were usually O. W. U. students . Many rode the C. D. & M. electric train from Delaware and walked the five miles east to Cheshire. Some rode bicycles. Each Sunday, they were invited to someone's home at noon for dinner. If no one else asked them, they could always go to the Nettletons. They were usually served chicken. On one occasion, the minister's wife asked a five year old boy, "Did you see the horses at the Pumpkin Show?" And the boy replied, "Yes, and the mares were there, too." All were quiet for a few minutes. The boy's father often spoke of his team of mares. Some of the ministers whose names were most often recalled in those years were Ralph Diffendorfer, S. W. Corcoran, F. A. Gilmore, C. A. Riggs, R. R. Roby, and our local E. B. Hanna. Several of these men rose to fame in the Methodist Church. Later, Rev. C. A. Riggs came back to Cheshire with his family as a full time minister. The salary was low. But, he was given a house to live in and a donation was arranged. The congregation brought garden produce, canned goods, and bedding. Also, John Bockoven brought a pig in a crate, which was placed in the front part of the church. Frank Boston gave the corn to feed it. Later, it turned out that the minister's house was almost across the street from a traveling medicine show. His need was evident. The entertainment was typical for that business and the bottles of medicine contained alcohol. Many young folks were in the crowd. Many of the members of the church at that time were only one or two generations from those who crossed the ocean and settled in this part of America. They enjoyed singing the religious songs their parents brought with them, like "Rock of Ages," "We Have An Anchor", "Jesus Savior Pilot Me," "Let the Lower Lights Be Burning," "Beulah Land," and "Yes, We will Gather at the River." 14 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/013eccbd65fb80024e29ff061b986394.jpg 995f57affc931014ae39592f20682f20 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (23) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 15 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road The long, hard days of physical work were relieved by song. Many of the songs pertained to their work, like "Work for the Night is Coming," "Bringing in the Sheaves," "Sowing in the Morning," and "Now the Day is Over." Memories of the Civil War were recalled as they sang "Onward Christian Soldiers," "Tenting Tonight," and "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." The call to accept Christian teachings was expressed by these songs: "Jesus Is Calling," "Stand up For Jesus," "Almost Persuaded," "Just As I Am," "Abide with Me," "Come Thou Almighty King," and "Yield Not to Temptation." Strong ties to their faith were confirmed as they sang "Blessed Assurance," "How Firm Is Thy Foundation," "Jesus Lover of My Soul," "What a Friend We Have in Jesus," "Blessed Be the Tie That Binds," "Wonderful Word of Life," "Jesus keep Me Near The Cross," and God Be with You Till We Meet Again." The joy of singing lifted their spirits when they sang songs like "The Lily Of The Valley, "In The Sweet By and By," and "Joy To The World." But, for this Methodist group, the singing of the "The Church in the Wildwood," and by changing the words in the chorus from "The little brown church in the vale" to "the little white church on the the hill," had a very special appeal. Everyone seemed to sing with the utmost enthusiasm. We were fortunate in that many people in our community had musical training. Many took their music lessons in Delaware and O.W.U. or of music teachers in our own neighborhood. Mattie Paterson had studied in New York City. She sang in the church choir and with her sister, Nellie Garey. Ralph Roush was an accomplished whistler. He received his training from a professional in Newark, Ohio. We often heard him in our church. He was Mrs. Roush's grandson. Instrumental music was popular in our church before 1920. Remembered is the Lewis Lackey Family. The young folks had a nice group. Glenn played the trombone, Elmer the clarinet, and Ada the piano and organ. Sometimes, Ethel Plunkett played the cornet and Winford Griffith played his violin. Later, Birdie and Irma Lackey each played violins. Children were always encouraged to perform and develop their talents. On the Christmas program, they usually sang, recited and depicted the story of Christ's birth. Of course, the church had a service and Santa Claus arrived with treats. Sometimes he came in a bobsled or sleigh. The horses wore full sets of bells. 15 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dafd76112598af7a98bd165bf4591af5.jpg c2b6227f92efae2483bbae1a2ecf853a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (24) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 16 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Each Easter, the children sang, recited poems and were in groups with each one giving a part of the Easter story. They looked nice in their new clothes or recent hand-me-downs. The ladies wore something new, even if it was only a new flower in an old hat. It was spring. The vestibule of the church contained many baskets of eggs given by the church members. They were to be sold and the proceeds would go to the mission. Children's day exercises were held in June. School was out. At times there were thirty or more children, from little tots through eighth grades, out to practice. The ladies in charge must have had the patience of Job. After the large boys had practiced, they would head for Alum Creek to a place about 100 yards below the Cheshire bridge to swim. Later, some of the girls were sent to the bridge to call us to come back to the church. That was a signal to cover ourselves with mud and make one more quick slide down the wet creek bank into the water, then find our clothes. Sometimes, the cows in the creek pasture would chew them and carry them off. Youth were always encouraged. Young music students were used in the services. Younger folks often served as teachers. With the encouragement of Mrs. Roush, I became Sunday School Superintendent for one year at the age of fourteen. Being a Civil War widow, Mrs. Roush had noticed me when I spoke the Lincoln's Gettysburg Address, at the old Cheshire Baptist Church, during a memorial service when I was ten years old. Early financial struggles of the church cannot be told without giving credit to the women of the Ladies Aid Society for their efforts and hard work. At that time we had no kitchen in the church, although we often held box socials there. Most of the earlier meetings were held at the members' homes. The parlor rooms were opened, the long dining table was used, and they served anyone who would come to eat. Later for several years, they cooked meals, once or twice a month, for the public over the general store and ice house. After the Berlin School was built, they and the K. of P. Lodge used the old two-room Cheshire School building. There they served meals, quilted, tied comforts, sewed clothing for children, and made many small articles. Most of the meals were sold for 25 cents. Many were sold for less or given away. Warm clothing went to it was needed. 16 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4e3d84ae0c04a259523f1b0d0b919d44.jpg 9b4bdeca75bddaf7ea7a238c3df16ad5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 17 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Many of the ladies' names still recalled sixty or more years later are Clara Bockoven, Allie Boston, Hazel Clark, Ella Cleveland, Lois Davenport, Nettie Everetts, Nellie Garey, Carrie Gooding, Elizabeth Griffith, Emma Griffith, Ada Lackey, Idella Lackey, Mary Lackey (Mrs. David Lackey), Mary Lackey (Mrs. Lewis Lackey), Roberta Lackey, Dorothy Lewis, Lilly Lewis, Nora Lewis, Vera Mixer, Lydia Nettleton, Clara Nevelle, Lilly Place, Ethel Plunkett, Ethel Richardson, Clara Ross, Ethel Rodenfels, Frances Roush, Myrtle Ryant, Delia Ryant, Alma Sebring, Josephine Slough, Elsie Smith, Rosa Smith, Oliver Strong, Julie Thomas, and Maude Thomas. About 1920, several new families moved here and became members of our church. They included the Jesse Bonner and William Reeder families. The ladies did their part in other activities. Ice cream socials were held at various homes. Japanese lanterns lighted the lawns. Large pieces of two and three layer cakes were served with generous amounts of ice cream dipped from freezers that were up to 5 or 6 gallons in size. Once a year a Sunday School picnic was enjoyed. The ladies provided well-filled baskets. Activities were planned for everyone. Many took part in the ball games, horseshoes, sack races, three legged races or tug or war. In the early part of the 20th century, on the 30th of May, work stopped. Some of the farmers even neglected their corn planting! Not because it was a national holiday, but because it was time to remember the Civil War Soldiers, who had given their best for their country. Services were held in one of our local churches. Large crowds attended. The old soldiers, their wives, and many Civil War widows were there. After an impressive service, they marched in uniform, to the cemetery with a large flag and to the beat of the drum. On the way, they passed homes decorated with flags and bunting. At the cemetery, the soldiers' graves were decorated with flags and bouquets. Taps were sounded and a large flag was raised. Many of the men served as the church trustees in their time. Each summer, someone would bring a horse drawn mower and several men their scythes. The church yard was soon cleaned up. Later they hauled coal from Gregory Station and filled the coal. John Tipton re-roofed the church at one time. Frank Nettleton often took care of the small repairs. 17 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/19dac54b86034462979aa81e2de3fce8.jpg 330eeb59c2dcba25594d8bae694e4f47 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (26) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 18 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Remembered are the men and their families who occupied their own pews. They were the David and Lewis Lackeys and later the Ernest Lackeys, Earl Plunketts, E. R. Hannas, and the Goodmans, the Jerome Sloughs and later Guy Goodings and Weyland Ryants, Richard Griffiths and later, Winford Bockovens, William Rosses, Herman Rodefels, Wright Smiths and Frank Nettleton. Several other folks came about the year 1920. They were Jesse Boners, William Reeders and Lewis Boyds. Many other people attended the Cheshire Methodist Church either regularly or occasionally. All of them were willing to help do what they could when the need was there. Above all, the Cheshire Methodist Church, in the early 1900's served the community well, not only for the active members, but for the whole neighborhood. It was a center for worship, moral standards, progress, entertainment, and served as a social center. For those not in church, the sound of the church bell caused many to ponder, and for a moment to turn their thoughts toward the church. The toll of the bell brought a thought of respect for someone who had passed away. And, with the persistent peal in 1918 at the end or the "War to end all wars," our hearts swelled with pride of our country, our heritage, our boys who served, and the God that watches over us. "BARE" - FOOT NOTES (Uncensored) A favorite song of our ministers shortly after 1920, who taught school full-time, and served our church as well, was "Take Time to Be Holy." Another of our ministers who was overweight had "Love Lifted Me" as his favorite. After the ladies had tied a new comfort for one minister, he soon gave a sermon titled "The Comforter Has Come." Idella Lackey's often used advice to her class of young folks was "Let your conscience be your guide, but don't let it become seared over." Mrs. Frances Roush was often called on for prayer. At some time in each prayer she would ask for God to "Forgive our sins of omission as well as co-mission." (Sins committed) 18 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/10bf4eeb59ecdb969d42b1eb00836983.jpg 10e309d76c90c4450ed6f11e82c9dad7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (27) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 19 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road RURAL CHAPEL UNITED METHODIST CHURCH - HISTORY "THE BELLS" From "Cheshire, Johnnycake's Goin's On" The Sunbury News, by Eleanor Griffith, December 21, 1978. . . . . The bells from Berkshire and Cheshire churches have been hung in front of Rural Chapel United Methodist Church. If you're driving by, you might take a look, although they are not complete. Ed wrote this in my News Notes at 5 o'clock in the morning when he could not sleep: Bells From Two Spires Our Rural Chapel inspires. The whole human race. And the Bells from two Shires Are laid in their place. To one who inquires, Two bells many seem strange. But, the folks from two shires, Have adjusted to a change. Memories of the past, Older minds now recall. But, we must be at our tasks Of answering God's call. illustration of a rural church 19 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b33902e48c39e013d6503688427d488c.jpg b1a168c3e34771109123db19caae79e3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (28) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 20 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 4 GOOD NEIGHBORS Country Dances For Willie Foster and Carl Loar, The dancers quickly filled the floor. Willie's call called for the dancers, And Carl played the fiddle. "Turkey in the Straw" and "Hey, Diddle, Diddle". The more they would do, the better they would feel, They would swing them on the corner "The Old Log Cabin" and "The Virginia Reel". Whenever those folks did a special number, Only the babies on a bed would slumber. The country dances were a family affair, The old and the young would often pair. Most of the neighbors together it would bring. To dance, play cards, chat, and to sing. But when Willie and Matoka had the floor, To schottische or waltz and maybe more, They did it gracefully with rhythm and poise. All this to the amazement of the girls and boys. Often they took out one of them each, The boys and girls, they wanted to teach, Often they went to O.S.U. To teach the students how to dance, too, In the country homes and big ballrooms, They called and danced to many tunes. By Ed Griffith February 1985 Note: Marie Held of Delaware accompanied them on the piano. illustration of a violin and bow 20 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c0d2dfbf2ddeb0f34351719b45a6cbae.jpg bda968d518fe771f649fdcc0bafc2f01 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (29) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 21 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Often folks gathered for a dance, sometimes on quick notice. The carpet would be taken up, double doors were opened up and the music would start. Usually the violin and the organ were played and sometimes the banjo. Work clothes or dressed up, it made no difference. Coffee and food was served. The dancers stayed until late. Rich or poor, it was all the same. Jay Smith often played the violin. Willard Shank was the caller. Work was exchanged in the fall or winter. Hogs were killed and dressed. I have seen as many as seven butchered at a time. The men held them and one man stuck them in the throat with a long slim knife. Sometimes the hog would get up and run around for a while. Grandpa had a very large kettle, less then 2 feet deep but nearly 7 feet across. It was filled with water, ashes were put in, and a fire started under it before daylight. Two hogs could be put in it at a time. When the hair began to loosen, they were pulled out on a large wooden platform and scraped. They used knives and scrapers. Horse currycombs were used for scrapers. White or red hogs cleaned the best. Some folks liked to skin them. After the hogs had the bristles removed, they were hung up on something like a single tree. It was a stick of hardwood about 2 ft. long that was sharpened on both ends and hung in the middle at about the height of a man's head. The pig's rear leg was cut so that the tendon just above the foot was exposed. The hog was lifted up and the stick was shoved between each leg. Next the head was cut off and the hog's stomach opened up and the insides all removed. The liver, heart, and sometimes kidneys were saved. The head was opened up and the tongue, brains, and jowls were also saved. After the remaining carcass was well cooled, it was out or sawed from tail to neck and taken down and hung overnight in a safe place. The next day, they were taken down and cut up. The hams and shoulders were cut off and the lower shanks were cut in 2 or 3 inch lengths and placed in large earthen jars which were then taken to the cellar. A strong brine of salt and water was poured over them and a plate placed over them and weighted down with a rock so they would sink in the brine. The pig's feet were also placed in it. Next the ribs were cut off from the back and into the length desired. The tenderloin was striped out and the back bone was cut into pork chops. All of the fat was cut up into small pieces for lard. 21 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1b4bba45b7911cf22af1bf14d2b9afd7.jpg 5edd30bafeb30bf1092dd49f512f8c9a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (30) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 22 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Bacon was cut off and made ready along with the hams, shoulders, and tenderloins (often called Canadian bacon) to be placed in the smokehouse. Hickory or green apple wood was allowed to smolder in the smoke house for days. The fat that had been cut up was put into a large iron or copper kettle. Early in the morning, a hot fire was placed under the kettle which was hung from a large hook and chain. The cooking grease had to be stirred continually. At last the hot grease separated from the cracklings. Most of which came to the top. They were made from the lean parts as well as the hide. They were then dipped out and placed into a lard press with a cloth tied on the spout for straining the grease. The sausage press was usually owned by several neighbors. It held about 2 gallons. A lid was on the bottom of a screw that was lowered into the press by the use of a crank. After the lard ran out into a mental container that often held 3 to 5 gallons, the cracklings were taken out and dumped into a large dish pan. The cracklings were eaten or fed to animals. The same press was used for stuffing sausage. The meat for sausage was made from mostly lean scraps. It was work to stuff the sausage meat into the top of the sausage grinder and turn the long crank until it came out of the small hole and dropped into a pan. The casing that it was pressed into was made from the small intestines. They were washed, cleaned, turned inside out and cleaned and scraped some more. The ground pork was seasoned with salt, black pepper, saltpeter, sage, and other spices. Then it was thoroughly mixed in a large pan or tub. The lard press was then used. The ground seasoned pork was used to fill it. The cleaned intestines were strung on a metal spout, fitted in place on the lowered front side of the press. The plunger was lowered and the round sausage fed out into a tub. For convenience, the press had been bolted onto a portable bench. The sausage, as well as other parts, was canned. Often they used tin cans. The meat was fried and hot lard was poured over the top. After it was packed in, the sealing was heated and used to seal the lid in place. Sometimes jars were used for steak or pork chops as well as sausage. They also were covered with lard, so that a few pieces at a time could be used. 22 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/641653870e10c91f33bce5a256f207ee.jpg 3c76bf44e125783f15b67ca33016b12d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (31) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 23 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road My, but the sausage, pancakes and maple syrup was good! No wonder the farmers were ready for hours of hard work Not as much beef was used then. Quarters were often sold or traded. The beef was usually done in the winter when it would keep longer. The hide was used for leather or robes. I slept under a robe once. It was heavy, but warm. A large amount of the beef was canned. I can remember some pieces of it hung above the kitchen range. It had been well salted. It become very dry and hard to cut off and chew. A bite of it would give you energy for a long time. Some folks used a lot of mutton. The lambs were beheaded, quickly hung up and washed with plenty of water. This was necessary to give it its best flavor. The pelts were used under saddles, on implement seats, and for jackets or coats. Work was often exchanged. The most involved exchange was for the harvesting of crops. Threshing was the most involved. Two or three men came with the outfit; one on the steam engine, another on the separator, and occasionally one for the water wagon. They all were mechanics. The engineer had to see that fire was going. He had to start it an hour or more ahead of time. Often the fire was banked at night by covering it with ashes. The steam that was not used for power was sent through the smoke stack. This increased the draft and made the fire burn harder. Of course, it was used for the whistle. This was the fun part of threshing. When the dew was off, the whistle was blown when they were ready to call the neighbors in. It was also used as a signal for someone to bring in a part of a load of grain to keep the separator going. At noon, the whistle called the men in from the field. At night, it announced supper or quitting time. later while there was a little steam left, the boys would pull the cord on the whistle just for fun. I remember when our daughter was very small, Lou Girberd would lift her up so she could blow it. It was loud enough so it could be heard several miles away. At noon, the horses were unhitched, watered, and fed. A tub of water had been set in the sun to warm, towels were hung nearby and soap provided so the men could wash up. Then the men went in to dinner. There was plenty to eat including large slices of bread, two kinds of meat, potatoes and gravy and other vegetables, coffee and lemonade to drink. For dessert, they had two kinds of pie, cake, fruit or pudding. 23 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b54bbeccdc3f49ca5f9d567551d58d3d.jpg 5f53d16a039888adc536191b199988f1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (32) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 24 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road The women folks had help or exchanged help for preparation of the meal and washing dishes. Soon it was time to get ready for supper. Often the children and women had to wait until the men were through eating before they could eat. The men sat in the shade to rest. The first ones out were the ones who hitched up the horses. During the heat of the day, the kids carried jugs of cold water or lemonade to the field for the men to drink. In return, the kids were treated to ride on the wagons. The man on the separator had to be alert. He seemed to carry a large oil can most of the time. When a belt would break, he would fix it. The belts were fixed by lacing with leather thongs. The larger outfits could be fed from a wagon on both sides by two men on each wagon. When the above was done, the grain came out much faster. When the grain was good, it took two men at the sacker to catch it and set it back. Then two or three men hauled it away to the drain bins. There the kids enjoyed sliding it around and leveling it off. Some farmers had it carried up a ladder or steps up to the next floor. This was hard work, but it made it convenient when they wanted to use it. The sacks held two bushel each. They were long cotton ones. Each farmer had some, but others were borrowed from the neighbors or the elevator. It was a lot of work to make hay. It had to be cut, raked, and bunched. Sometimes, it had to be turned again and allowed to dry. One man stayed on the wagon and one man could load load from each side. Sometimes, a kid drove the horses, but some teams moved ahead and stopped on command. Later when a hay loader was used, they would slowly walk down the row. One man we knew loaded nine loads of hay in one afternoon, while his two boys unloaded them. Most of the firewood was cut up with the axe or crosscut saw. It was cut in the woods into convenient lengths and brought near the house or sugar camp and placed in a pile. Next it was cut into short lengths to burn in the stove. It took two or three men to accomplish this. A neighbor had a portable buzz saw. It was powered by a large one cylinder gas motor with very large balance wheels. It was cooled by an aerator as the water ran over the outside of a coil. The saw was belt driven and very effective. 24 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e046e2ef6b5c7412be9967738b29d023.jpg 709fafd4f66496d2faff204809f33f52 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (33) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 25 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road How well I remember walking to the neighbors in the evening. We carried a lantern and the shadows it cast were danced like dancing ghosts. The older folks talked, while the children played with toys on the floor or outside in the dark. If there was moonlight, we played dare base, hide-and seek, crack-the-whip, and tag, or we just ran and jumped. illustration of children in a barn playing music and dancing 25 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5ac65e20c43e41a641e70cc307ab4f59.jpg b1ee11ea9d05cb3c3deec359537a7aae Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (34) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 26 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 5 "GREAT" BIG DOCS A Mother of Boys She was a sister of boys: Two brothers of her own and with the neighbor boys. She could throw like a boy. This fact was known. And playing crack-the-whip, she broke her collar bone. Poems and birds and flowers were her joys, Training her to be a mother of boys. She married a man who had two brothers; And there were others Who drank the coffee from her stove, Or sat at the table with the threshing drove, She could milk the cow and feed the calf, Bright-eyes of Midget or one called, Giraffe, Or hitch up a horse like the real McCoys, While waiting to be a mother of boys. She was a mother of boys, Three of her own and the neighbor boys, Who came together, so they could play, In someone's yard without their dismay, She tolerated their insects, fish, and frogs, Pet lambs, pet pigs, and great big dogs. And helped them with their homemade toys, While living the life of a mother of boys. Gone from us now, is this mother of boys. To greet her again, our faith employs. But in memories now, we can see her again. And I wish I could with a boyish grin, Slip up behind and sort of squeeze her, As she fixes the pudding for the ice cream freezer. The thoughts of these pleasures, everyone enjoys, While she is waiting for us, this mother of boys. Dedicated to Emma McWilliams Griffith August 17, 1966 26 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/de52d8c2c4a8a07500ba8e8a03f9333f.jpg 4788c617aa57db21e64d16116e21200c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (35) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 27 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Quote: "A dog is a man's best friend." We kept Great Danes for over 30 years. We liked them very much and used them with out turkeys. The black ones were our preference. We think it was because as show dogs they were not chosen because of color. As a result, more emphasis was placed on smartness and build. The Dane dogs were originally a cross between the mastiff and a greyhound. They were powerful and strong in the neck and shoulders and also, their legs and jaws. They were about 30 inches tall at the shoulders. The hair was short and smooth. The ears were of medium size and inclined to droop. Often especially for show, the ears were clipped. For use on the farm, it was best if they were not. The clipped ears would gather more dirt and weed seed. Of course, some Danes were smarter than others, and some were lazier. The best ones were smart and alert. Some could run 30 miles per hour. However, they could not turn or dodge quickly. A rabbit could easily get away from them. They could be as strong as an ox or as gentle as a kitten. One time, I saw a large male Dane, Joe, grab a yearling bull by the throat, take him down and hold him until I tied the bull back up. Then I got a pail of water to throw on the dog to get him to let loose of the bull. Another time, when a medium sized police dog came over in our field and around our team and wagon, I saw a Dane pick up this dog and shake it like it was a rat. The other dog went home. One time a small dog ran passed by our yard under a moving tractor. Our large lazy brindle, Mutt, ran out to the edge of the yard and barked. The real small dog came into the yard to threaten our Dane who picked it up in his mouth and held him with both ends sticking out of his mouth, the tail from one side and its head out the other. Our dog looked around as if the say "What will I do with him now? Eleanor hollered, "Drop him, boy". And he let him loose to go back under the tractor. The dog was none the worse for the incident. They are perhaps the best breed of large dogs with small children. Our daughter could play with them, pet them, pound them, or sleep on them, lead them, or pull their tails. She could hitch them to a small wagon so she could ride in it while someone held onto the dog by the collar. 27 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/84f512bfd00dedc38ddf06e87a08ec1c.jpg a017096b06bb6ecf52b17c6385370b15 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (36) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 28 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road One time an older female Dane, Tip, jumped off the wagon and broke her leg. She could not walk. So we drove the car out in the field where she was and carefully picked her up. We decided to take her to the O.S.U. Veterinary Clinic. We put her in the back seat and arranged her on pillows to make her as comfortable as we could and drove her down there. They took her in and set her leg and put splints on it. She seemed to know that we were trying to help her. All of the restraint that we used was that I held a strap loosely around her nose. She whimpered very little. The doctors were amazed. Ordinarily, they did not chase cars, but bicycles were more tempting to them. Some of them were trained to go only as far as our line fence. They loved to ride on the side of the car. We had an old 28 Chevrolet Roadster which we drove to the field with feed and water for the turkeys. Several times our black female, Tip, rode on the front fender. When we were driving through a wheat field and would ride toward a wheat shock and were about there, the driver would turn quickly and throw the dog into the wheat shock. She was not hurt, seemed to enjoy it and was ready to get back on the car or truck again. This same dog could jump 2 fences, 48 inches high and 8 feet apart in one leap. On command, she would jump back and forth one time after another. When driving turkeys or sheep, the dogs would stay behind the flock and work from one side to the other urging them forward. If a turkey tried to turn back a bark would do the work. Those dogs that drove turkeys included Tip, Maggie, Jiggs, Joe, Pat, Mike, Mutt, and Ace. The Danes were very good guard dogs, both for personal and property. Just their appearance would make a person take second thoughts about their actions. As personal body guards, they were excellent. They usually kept between us and other people. Their main way was to crowd against the other person. They seldom growled nor showed their teeth, but used their weight to crowd people away. We tried to train them not to jump on people. If they do it is one of the Danes worst faults. It can be dangerous especially to older people. It should be discouraged from the time, they are pups. If they do knock people down, scold them and press them down hard. If necessary, step on their rear toes until it hurts. this will teach them not to do it. Discourage visitors from playing with them that way. When our daughter was real small for her age and starting to school, she had to have help to get in the bus. The dog, Tip, would not let the driver put her on, so some of us had to go and do it. 28 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/372b3a3ded441f22caa00b0d381ee79a.jpg baf291ca56138e63a89ac7854152d68a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (37) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 29 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road One time a man who had worked for us for many years stopped, when we weren't home, to pick up a shovel of his from the wood house. Our dog, Joe, met him at the gate and lightly took the man's wrist in his mouth. When the man walked forward, the dog would tighten up his hold and when the man stepped back, he would loosen it. Of course, the man left and came back another day. Just before a holiday, two men stopped in our drive and one got out and came toward the house. Eleanor stepped outside. The man wanted to buy a turkey or two. He had been drinking. We had no more white turkeys to sell, but my folks down the road still had some. He was told to go down. there. Eleanor was alone except our large male dog, Joe. The man's voice grew louder and he stepped forward waving his arms in a threatening way. The dog was in between Eleanor and the man and Joe knocked him down. The man got up and was knocked down again. This time the dog stood over the man. Eleanor pulled Joe off. The man's friend told him that they had better leave and the two left. Another time, a hunter shot one of our turkeys in our breeder flock. Eleanor heard him and yelled. The man was in no hurry to leave, so she took the truck, gun, and dog, Joe, and ordered him off. He said he permission to hunt and refuse to go. He said: "No woman was going to order him around". She made him drop the turkey. He did after she pointed the gun at him. He said she couldn't shoot. She said that if she could shoot a hawk on the wing, with a rifle, she could certainly shoot a man where she aimed. She had a 22 rifle over a 410 shotgun. She threatened to let the dog out, but he said he would shoot it. He was told he had better not or she would shoot him in the legs and let him lay until the sheriff got there. The man decided it was time to leave. She marched him across the field and over the line fence. Nowadays, the law would have been on his side. The dogs could be sent around to head off or turn the flock. I used several commands such as "On around, Boy", "On back", "That's enough", and, "That a boy" with a pat on the back. They responded to kind treatment and a soft voice. It didn't take much scolding or harsh treatment. A choker chain was often used on the Danes, but, when trained a collar worked very well. They could be chained, locked up or let loose. They were good to be kept in the house. Most of the time they laid on the floor. They seldom barked without reason. 29 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/22bd9be6ddbde5aac79ac116e5dee5e5.jpg 06ad624dd9126b4c85079e06e576c3c0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (38) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 30 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road A few of them were poisoned. It was usually the best ones. I think it was because the poisoner wanted to trespass or maybe steal something. One dog, Ace, was fed glass. He had a terrible death. If we had known how he would suffer and that it would take 6 weeks to die, we would have had him put to sleep. His only enjoyment was watching a litter of pups play in the back yard. Whoever gave it to him should have been prosecuted. Another dog was fed hamburger with poison in it. It was during meat rationing. We saw a car stop and do it at the end of our drive. Then the men stopped again in front of the barn and give the dog some more. We thought it had to be poison. As soon as we could, we caught Pat and took her to the backyard. There we gave her all the milk she would drink. Then one of us held her head up and we dropped 24 large cracked turkey eggs down her throat until she could hold no more. She looked up as if to say "Please no more!". It was Sunday afternoon and we were unable to get the veterinarian. Later when we phoned again, he told us that we had done all that could be done. But, we could still get some Ex-Lax and give her several. He also said that if in about 3 hours her eyes turned glossy, she had been poisoned. Sure enough, they did. Soon the hamburger all covered with egg white came through her and she was all right, and assumed her normal routine around the farm. Another black Dane with white feet, who probably the best male we ever had, was also poisoned. Joe died while doing his duty. Eleanor took the truck and went to the field to be with the turkeys overnight. He slept as usual beside the truck on the ground. The next morning, she found him dead, still laying there on the ground. We regard this as our greatest loss. Of course, we missed him in so many ways. After having Danes for so many years you can become homesick for their deep howl or bark. Most of them have been buried on a hill in a pet cemetery and wrapped in a blanket and laid to rest. A few tears were shed. Trees were allowed to grow over them. 30 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/41c1ec1840547fa269f89a33e6316fc3.jpg 701e2de0a7ad9dda37d5fe9f15c67dc2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (39) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 31 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road OUR PET CEMETERY Back on a hill over-looking the farm. Where the vines and hay grow up to protect them from harm. Lies the remains of our pets, they can be still be found. On a place that was an Indian's camping ground. It's a place where they used to see, The whole place around, and they could run free. Where they could chase rabbits or watch birds in a tree, Or help us feed or water the pen of turkey. They could jump the fence or move the birds about, And obey the commands we would shout. They slept with us near the pens at night and be there in the morning till it was about daylight. Oh, Lord let me walk to the hill once more, I pray. for I enjoy the memories of them many times each day. illustration of a little girl with a dog 31 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/68196cbac426807d83052af6922e6294.jpg af3dd6885d4fccf42e9b256bece81730 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (40) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 32 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER6 THE UNUSUAL Losing a Tooth About the time you are in first grade, When you think you have it made, Is the time you must face the truth, For then you have some teeth work loose. Oh, but is there a way to get them out, And still remove them without a shout? Oh, there is one who knows just how, It's Grandpa with wrinkles on his brow. This is one thing that you should know, He will line up some cups in a row, and fill them with water very cold, That if you will be so bold. From each cup you'll take several drinks, And Grandpa then sees when it shrinks, He'll see if it has loosened, yes, or no, As he takes and moves it to and fro. Now, take more water and hold it a while, While Grandpa sits there with a smile. Really, now it didn't hurt, For it was pulled with a jerk. illustration: girl with a missing tooth reading a book 32 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8779a8bca0daa46722faf3f319842dc8.jpg 5e4623dca693d41de3a6ca8d6da57a4b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (41) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 33 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Quote: Nothing is a waste of time, if it creates a memory." Ned Morem. One time , Dad found a bunch of rats. They were under a pile of fence rails. He had no dog of his own, so he called up to his father's place and had them bring their black dog to the telephone and place the receiver to the dog's ear. Dad said, "Come on down, Ted. Let's get some rats!" Ted immediately jumped down and ran down the road a quarter of a mile. They caught a lot of them. Eleanor's folks had a dog that was a good cattle dog. The children liked to go swimming in Big Run. When their younger brother, Phil, would go in the water to swim Ole' Bus would jump in right away and pull him out. Someone else would have to hold the dog so Phil could swim. Just a few years ago , the Buell's Jackie and Dana, each had a market lamb that they were going to show. To do well in the show, the lambs had to have plenty of muscle in their legs. So each hitched their lamb to a skateboard and had the lambs pull them on the road past our house and on up to our neighbors and back home daily. The total distance was about one and half mile. That year, they had championship market lambs at the Delaware County Fair and Ohio State Fair. One year, we had a pet pig who lived in the house. Piggy Wiggy had a box near the kitchen range. When we would let him out, he would run across the kitchen and dining room floors, pitty-de-pat, into the living room. There he would stick his nose under a throw rug and roll it up from one end to the other. He didn't do well when we put him in with the other hogs. We had a tiger cat name Old Tommy who lived to be fourteen years old. He finally got run over with a tractor while he was out in some tall weeds with his girl friend. He could take care of himself even when cornered by a dog. This once happened when we purchased a new full grown Dane, who tried it. Tommy had large feet especially the back ones. When Ace cornered him on a back kitchen step and started to bite him, the cat grabbed him by the upper lips and hung on. That didn't do it, so the next thing Tommy did was bring his back feet, claws extended to the dogs throat. Then the dog let loose. One of our neighbors, Abe Boyd, was using a single row garden cultivator, walking behind it, while it was being pull by a well trained horse. When partway down between the rows, the horse stopped and couldn't be urged to go any further. When Abe finally went in front of the horse, there was his little boy, Paul, asleep on the ground. 33 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3f861bce6e877908c8debfdba151e5a4.jpg bfbcae5f1bbda326a9cc733d9d8aa249 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (42) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 34 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road When we had turkeys in the field, we changed the pens about once a week to give them new ground and a clean pasture. We also moved their shelters. I left an older hired man to do this. Of course, the turkeys scattered all over the rest of field. He was alone and wore himself out chasing them. He didn't know what to do about it and the dog wouldn't help him. I told him that we we would go back to the field and I would have them in very soon. We went to pen and gave a shrill whistle much like a hawk. The turkeys all rushed to get in the pen and under the shelters. Nature had given them a way of survival. One of the lifting stunts often done at threshing time was to lift a long cotton bag filled with two bushels of wheat to your shoulder while standing in a bushel basket or tub. The trick was to pull the bag up standing it on end until the top was against your stomach and the bottom of the sack as close to your feet as possible. Then lean over and place the hand around the bag and lift it up to the shoulder. Not every man could do it. The boys, in fun, would say they could lift two hundred pound bags . . . when they were empty, that is. John Hughes, a three hundred pound man, could lift a three hundred twenty pound barrel of salt into a spring wagon. He was very stout and experienced in many things. He could also lift a full barrel of cider. One time we were setting a tall metal feed tank with poles and props. We got it halfway up and couldn't get it to go farther. Ralph Armitage and his hired man stopped in and the hired man backed under it and raised up against it. The tank went right up. The man's weight was over four hundred pounds. He came from Circleville. In his family , all were large. His father and brothers each weighed over four hundred pounds. Dad could chin himself more times with his left arm than any of us boys could with two. My father used to do some waterwitching. He and others had a lot of faith in it. He did it at home and also in the neighbor hood. Water was always so important. Most of the wells were good ones, but they were shallow. The veins were so strong that water would come in at the bottom of the well as fast as it was pumped out. The water was good having only a small amount of limestone in it. It was good for washing and excellent for drinking. A small amount of water was found in slate. This was full of iron. Both lime and iron were beneficial to a person's health. 34 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/63cfe5292cf755c4b926e690f3a39e0e.jpg 63b24c7a09a6d63b3b8940430e49381a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (43) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 35 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Dad also did a mind reading stunt. This he did for the neighbors and church groups. I have seen magicians do the same. He would take a person by the hand and ask them to think of an object in the room and concentrate on it. He would lay his other hand on it. After that, he would ask them where they wanted it put. He would pick it up and place it where they wanted it, even if they wanted it upside down or in someone's pocket. The audience had to be quiet. I knew of only one person he could not do it with because she couldn't keep her mind on it. Later I began to believe that this mind reading trick and waterwitching had something in common. when Dad waterwitched he usually, found a vein that he said travelled in a certain direction. Usually , it was up and down the natural drainage system. My brother, Clyde, and I also did some waterwitching. One time I had him blindfold me and lead me across and around a spring, where my Granddad had inserted a pipe which kept a watering trough full all of the time. No matter how many times we passed over it or how large a circle we made, the witching stick never turned down. So the next step was to try it on Dad. We did this in our dooryard near our strong well. We blindfolded him and led him around the yard. The forked stick turned down all of the time. So I think that successful waterwitching depended on Dad's concentration and his knowledge of the area. The harder he gripped, after the stick began to turn, the greater the pull to the ground. In both cases, mind reading and waterwitching, it was the subconscious mind that took over and followed through. Dad was able to detect the very small movement in the person that he was holding. One is not able to control his nerves and their effect on the muscles. This is part of nature's survival kit. It springs the body into action even before we actually know it ourselves. There were many tricks that we played on each other. Usually not much harm was done, but often they led to someone's annoyance. I very well remember two tricks that were used at the annual Delaware Pumpkin Show. Someone made a small wooden box with hardware clover on the front. On the top was printed - Two Red Bats - . When you pulled the curtain back you saw two red brick bats. 35 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6010cead212d0d5a68d1e4a548ff8b00.jpg 049d1274c86c6811d915b5d0842774a0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (44) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 36 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Another surprise there was found in a horse stall. They had a sign out front which read, "A horse with its head on the wrong end." When you opened the door partway and looked into the interior, sure enough there was a large work horse with its head on the wrong end. The horse was tied backward in the stall. One time when Sunbury was having a celebration, Ralph Gooding, Don "Pete", and I went there in Ralph's Model T roadster. Parking spaces were hard to find. We drove most of the way around the square, then we found a good parking place and a began to slow up. Just then, a woman who was anxious to park also, pulled around and stopped just in front of us and started to back up. We had to back up for her so she could park. There was not a full sized parking place left. Before she left, we saw that it was just the length of our Ford but not enough to maneuver it into. So the three of picked up the Roadster one end at a time and carried it in. She watched us and was she mad! There wasn't room for her to get out. One Halloween some boys played a trick on R. K. McNamara. They tied a ball of binder twine on his dinner bell. They strung it out away from the building and pulled on it to ring the bell. When he came out, they stopped ringing it. It was dark and he couldn't see where the Halloweeners were. So he would go back in. The act was repeated many times until the boys became tired. Not all Halloween pranks were done by the boys. I have seen two fifty year old men taking down a neighbor's rail fence and putting it up across the road or moving corn shocks. Nowadays that would be too dangerous. It could wreck a car and get someone hurt. So now all kids are going from door-to-door for trick or treat or attending a masquerade party. Our church holds a party for the young people every year. They give prizes for all the odd costumes. Herm Davis used to ride a bull down to Cheshire to pick up their mail. He would tie it across the road and go into the store. While he was in there, some of the men or boys put turpentine under the bull's tail. I heard that he had an unusual ride home. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/562afa02389aec47fde839721381fb8c.jpg bf8ed1420b6fc2fb79c05ada4d9e1f3a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (45) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 37 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road When Harry Irwin lived in Cheshire, his sister had a date. When her date came, he tied his horse in the barn. After he went in the house and everything was quiet, Harry got up in the haymow and hit the side of the barn with a board. It sounded like a horse was kicking. So, the young man would come out to see what was wrong. Seeing nothing wrong, he would scold the horse and go back inside. This happened several times and Harry had a lot of fun. My grandfather had a horse fiddle that made quite a noise. It consisted of a piece of wood about five inches in diameter and six inches long. It had deep notches cut into it. This was on an axle and it was turned with a crank. It was mounted on a frame with hickory shingles so that when the crank was turned, the top of it would slip into the notches making a loud clatter. It was used for bellings frequently, along with horns, cowbells, shotguns, tin pans, conch shells, and other noisemakers. Altogether they were quite effective for bringing the new bride and groom out from their bedroom with cigars, candy, peanuts, apples and popcorn. After Eleanor and I were married and had gone to bed, the bellers came. Aside from the usual noise makers, the brought along a large circular saw from a sawmill. They placed up and in under the front porch. This was hit with a large hammer and it made a terrific noise. It vibrated the whole house. Our room was above and a little one side of the porch. Of course we got up and hurried down and gave them treats. This heavy vibrating sound was unusual and everyone will remember it. At the close of the Civil War, my Grandfather McWilliams belonged to an organization called "The Anti- Tin-Pan-Cow-Bellum society." It was not unusual at that time. It opposed many trivial happenings at that time. I suppose they wanted to get home and do some work; to accomplish something more stable and worthwhile, like raising a family and catching up on their farm work. They were glad to get home. The organization was unusual. 37 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e27df09d05911122c72e308511ad12e1.jpg 18c93c8cdeba00956d76dbec262d9dd2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (46) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 38 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Other things we remember are certain basketball games. One of the schools we played was the Bellpoint High School team. It was very good for four years. It was the best in the state for two of those years. They lost only one game out of sixty-six. During the last two years when most of them were juniors and seniors, they had to play the best high school team in Indiana before they lost. As seniors, they won all thirty-two games they played except one with the score of 15-16. In our county, they played college teams. Ohio Wesleyan was on e of their victims. After the county tournament, the whole team was placed on the county's first team. When our school, Berlin, played them, their entire first team didn't dress until the end of the first half. Of course, it was made up of excellent individual players. Bus McMillan was their captain. I have seen him receive the ball just at on side of the basket and then pass it out, much like college players do today. Another player that I remember is one by the name of Macklin. More than once, he stood at the opposite foul line and shot through and over the beams near the rafters and made the basket. I have also seen their other guard hurdle over an opposing player, catch a long pass in the air and proceed down the floor. Another forward, I remember by the name of Moore, was tall and slim. I seem to recall that he could wrap his body around a guard and about reach the basket. The first team members were Harold McMillian, Stanley Moore, Marion Thomas, William Macklin, Paul Freshwater, and Frederick Fox. The team played much like the Waterloo Wonders and the Dayton Strivers. Bus McMillian made the freshman team at O.S.U., but dropped out his first year. The Bellpoint team was highly unusual. Our own Berlin School had an outstanding player. Glennard Buell made 310 points out of the 616 that the whole team made. He later went to Otterbein College and was a top scorer. He made the All Ohio Conference Team one year. When he went to our one room school at Johnnycake, he fell, and broke his right arm. While it was healing, he learned to use his left arm very well. This was probably why he could shoot baskets as well with his left hand as with his right. Around 1919, Berlin had an unusual track team. They won the county title four years straight. The outstanding track man was Marion Hunter. He threw the shot put and discus well. When he threw, the crowd had to back up another 20 feet or so. I think it was some 60 feet or more. He went to the world Olympics on the U.S. Team. Later he became a medical doctor and practiced in Canada. 38 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/32a7d6765dff5718f4760610224bb7b4.jpg 8115a75743094e84a055280aaea45e31 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (47) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 39 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Now I'll tell about trees. I can remember a few virgin timber trees. The hardwoods were oak of many kinds, ash, hickory, maple, elm, beech, sycamore, chestnut, hackberry, and others. My granddad cut a very large white oak once. It was six and a half feet in diameter at the base. The log was about sixty feet long. The log was shipped to England for the ship building industry. I understand the lumber was used for ships' keels. It must have taken many horses and great skill to take it to Galena and place on a railroad car. I remember well the large stump and I helped blast it out. It was too unusual. In my lifetime, one of our neighbors, the Buells, had a large elm tree. It survived the Dutch Elm disease that had killed most of the other elms around. It may have been because for several generations Buell's whitewashed it up its trunk as high as they could reach each year. I guess we should have done the same. We have a large ash tree that is about four feet in diameter. Some experts say that it is over three hundred years old. A heavy wind storm hit and blew two large limbs off of it. The largest limb was about 29 inches in diameter. The tree still survived and it looks good. The sycamore usually grows very large. They thrive along a stream. It is white and sheds some of its bark when it is seasoned, it becomes very light. Lumber from it becomes quite high priced and will quickly rot out-of-doors. It makes excellent dividing gates for sheep, but must be used indoors. Once we cut a large log from one and pulled it up a steep hill with a rubber tired F-30 tractor. Although the tractor was heavy, someone had to stand on the front end of it to keep the front end from leaving the ground. The log was that heavy! We have been told that Johnny Appleseed often sought shelter in a certain hollow sycamore tree which was over 13 feet in diameter. This was indeed unusual. I have been told that in northwestern Ohio there is a large apple tree. The trunk is over eight and a half feet in diameter. It must have been very old. It must have been there before Johnny Appleseed's time. A picture of the stump is available. 39 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/575243df59595e0ffe7ffcd807237df4.jpg 7c259d60d2e39118e8958d95192fd3f8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (48) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 40 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road When Eleanor and I purchased our farm, it had nine acres of apple trees on it. We properly sprayed and pruned it. It produced and still produces nice fruit, mostly red and yellow delicious. We picked them and hauled them 20 miles into Columbus. A wholesaler gave us twenty-five cents per bushel for them. It was a hard time to sell apples and so many orchards were soon cut down. This was very unusual. One year, we suffered a very heavy loss on our turkeys and the price was low, although we had worked very hard. That fall at holiday time, we dressed and sold turkeys 60 hours out of 66. We still lost seventy-five cents on every turkey we grew. it was a heartbreaking experience. We were about to lose our farm. At that time, our good friend, Mabel Scherm, and her friend, Mrs. Nutter who stayed with her brought us soup or something warm to eat each day. They were very thoughtful and kind. They drove about 20 miles to get here. Later in her will, Mabel left Eleanor about $9000, including some stock, which helped to save our farm. This gift w as not expected, however, she was Eleanor's fifth cousin. We had delivered eggs to her for years and had helped her in many other ways. She had grown up with Eleanor's Dad. They had been good friends, but she hadn't seen him for many years. At one time, we had been hauling around older ladies. Once when just before Memorial Day, Eleanor had taken Mrs. Thomas to the graveyard to help her take flowers to her husband John's grave and water them she went to the pump to get some water and saw that Mrs. Scherm was there. Mabel too had came to decorate her husband's grave. Both Mable and Eleanor knew the other looked familiar, but didn't immediately recognize the other. Then all at once Mabel said "You are Fred Shade's daughter. You have to be Eleanor. You would be doing things for other people." This is the way way that they met. Later we found out that she also did many things for others. She had raised two girls who needed a home even though she had no children of her own. This , too, was unusual, but we do believe that good deeds for others will return in some form to the original giver. Here is another example. An old man named Charlie who was badly crippled up with arthritis loved to come to the "egg house", while Eleanor was cleaning eggs there. He would sit in a rocking chair and visit maybe an hour at a time. He seemed to enjoy it there. 40 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b5bfd883741f84a8f91e9323dc147254.jpg 866e6fb3784dc6c10b1e1ab64ca5b0cc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (49) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 41 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road At home, he loved to feed the squirrels. He lived with his sister. we furnished the corn for them to give to the very tame squirrels. His sister's name was Mrs. Scott. Mr. Scott was the State Fire Marshal. They had lived in Columbus. Mr. Scott and another man who was a home builder each built a house in the woods on a hill near Alum Creek. They traded work helping each other. They were able to build the houses just as they wanted. Both wished to live in them. The Scott house was a large one floor plan. The living room and dining area was 30 by 22 feet, all wrapping around a fireplace in the center. This was in addition to the kitchen which was over 10' by 12' with a laundry area to one side. The kitchen was lined with beautiful cabinets and counter tops. It was efficient. All of this had cross ventilation from windows on three sides and metal windows with marble sills. Down the hall there was first the master bedroom and full bath. The bedroom was 17' by 14' with two closets in one end. One of the closets them was 5' by 7' which Mrs. Scott used for sewing. The second bedroom was on down the hall. It was 11' by 14' and it had a shower stall and another sliding door closet. All together with garage and workshop and a boat storage, the house was 30' by 75' with about 2 feet of roof overhang. It took 33 cubic yards of carpet to cover the large room and hall. When the alum Creek Reservoir was constructed by the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, their house was too close to the new lake area. So the government paid them for it, and the house had to be moved. The former owners could move it or sell it to someone. It had to be moved. The former owner's could buy it back for a modest price. The Scott's bought it back for $1000. Mr. Scott died before that and they left no children. Because we were local friends of Mrs. Scott and her brother, we had first chance. We offered her $1500 for it and bought it. Because we gave Charley the corn for the squirrels and took time to talk to him, may have been the reason we got the house. We are still reaping the rewards of our friendship with Mabel and Charley. Eleanor receives regular dividends from Mabel's stock, and we placed the house across the road from ours. We rented the house for 11 years to meet the requirements of the I.R.S., which saved us $3500 in taxes. By far, our greatest benefit is that within five months after I had a very severe heart attack and had spent 24 days in the hospital, our daughter, Virginia, and part of her family moved from over 130 miles away to live in the Scott house just across the road from us. This solved a big problem for us. 41 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2ff68cf8e2ff66b97deb1c9f898746bd.jpg f118256582084732e88384f289d9c519 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (50) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 42 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road It is amazing how a few small deeds can lead to great rewards when given time. IS THIS UNUSUAL, OR ISN'T IT? illustration of a shelter by a pond 42 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/78e6b0bd2c133bb8482a385fadc97a50.jpg f8ea347c8cc7f40c7ff70836f4507c10 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (51) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 43 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 7 THE POND The Pond In nineteen hundred and seventy two, About one week after we were through Digging it out and spreading the dirt about To form two hills, I drilled some grass And we had sod that grew very fast. The reason that we built the pond Was for activities of which we were fond, Like fishing, swimming or boating and such All of these sports we liked very much. Also, skating, or picnicking, or just for fun As years go by, it has just started "by gum". It was 90 by 135 feet and it t'was Fed by a spring But, we still had to bring Many loads of sand and gravel, tons of each, That we used to make our beach. Also,on the bottom so fish could nest And for bathing, which we liked best! We built a fireplace made of brick And dug large holes so we could stick Locus posts in the ground. Made from old turkey shelters and scraps that we found The shelters, we raised up until the front of each Was high enough so they would reach The top of the poles and put into place So when finished they would face The pond. Posts were put up under the rear At this stage completion was near. More roofing was nailed to the back Close together so there would be no crack To keep out the wind and the rain So in comfort we could remain. We added a cupboard so we could store Plates and cups and also more Things we might need for a snack Or a picnic. Not much we would lack Under one roof were tables and chairs And also a box full of plastic wares. The roof was extended and gravel placed on the floor. So now there was room for 30 or more With dutch oven, fireplace, and charcoal grill Also, with a place to hang the copper kettle, It was our fault if we didn't get our fill. 43 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2ed7df102c5736ba5cb8850984aa5b21.jpg 96f76837e16ea797ba2baa7f5aa23e62 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (52) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 44 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Usually when helped by our daughter, They would barbecue chicken like they "otter." With help from the family with the fire and the sauce It was hard to tell who was boss. But when done the chickens were just right And all of us enjoyed every bite. Each summer once every year The Idella Class came as the evening grew near. They were 70 or 80 or 90 year old folks. And, to get them to come no one had to coax. They came in their cars and parked near the pond With well filled baskets at the time of the meeting. They offered a greeting. They opened their baskets, then took a chair Waiting for others to arrive there. Some fed the fish or just strolled about Or told fish stories for a laugh or a shout. Some watched the grill or "chewed the fat" While others would do this or that. When it appeared that all were there. Their heads were bowed while offered was a prayer. Next all would line up, their plates to fill From the overflowing take and meat from the grill And find a seat, bench or else a chair While other would go outside in the fresh air. When all were eating, they were quite still, Until they took their plates for a refill. What they wanted next, they had to decide And talk it over with someone by their side. About this time, they wanted another cup. Some helped others so they needn't get up. Now it was time to talk and the folk Would tell stories or else a joke. Next all who were able Would get up and clear the table. Except the men who would just talk At doing women's work, they would balk. They would take home something different to eat So that the men would enjoy a treat. For them to stop talking was too bad But, a business meeting was to be had. Someone would lead devotions at that time. They would read a story and a rhyme, Read a scripture and offer prayer And turn it over to the hosts, then and there. 44 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/63b8238fe03f9595d12a2285a4c46718.jpg 49e7775d56fc83f66216dd0ebc7edfa1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (53) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 45 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road They would have some puzzles or a game. The winner would hear his name And fight a mosquito or perhaps a fly. It seems that none would pass him by. They would show a movie and take some pictures Of all the people and some of the fixtures. Some went canoeing on the pond Or fed the fish bread crumbs, of which they were fond. Now it was time to go home 'Cause some were tired to the bone, To the hosts they said, "Good bye" And they would see us, again , by-and-by. illustration of girl and boy at the pond 45 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d7bf97c15bb7b1e76e485fad397e740c.jpg 8ae47ed645cd57bb42605670aeac9331 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (54) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 46 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Quote: "All people need a time and a place to relax." No pond is complete without people around who are able to see and enjoy it. They can use it for all of the activities mentioned in the preceding poem, but the greatest benefit is from the therapy that it has to offer. Many things contribute to this. For relaxation of the body and mind, the overall picture must contain peace and quietness with pleasant surroundings. We think that it is the clean cool, slightly rippling water, bordered by sand, stone, dock, diving boards, and ladders, together with the canoe, and shelter house, also the green grass that provide this, (Yes, a few weeds, too!) Trees, both evergreens and the kind that leaf out, offer shade to rest in and play their role for obtaining relaxation. When the house next to the pond was moved there, the movers placed the house on 90 ft. steel beams. They had to bring it across 2 deep ravines. One was on the highway. When they went across the one on the road, both ends of the steel touched the roadway at the same time. Some of us had to push a light pole out of the way so the roof could pass. The pole had some dirt removed from its base beforehand. The house was placed as previously mentioned, but left high up, still on the beams. A contractor was asked to place a foundation the house. The movers said that they would charge us more if we didn't leave a 3 1/2 ft. crawl space under the house. Now, we are glad we did. Well,the contractors didn't come and didn't come , so we decided to do something ourselves. So we purchased a new transit and level and long planks for the footer. The crawl space was mostly dug out before the house was moved over it. We poured the footers over 16 inches wide so that it would be plenty wide for 12 inch block. We laid enough of these so they would come to the top of the ground so that if we should ever want to face the house with brick or stone, we would have a ledge to put them on. We had very little experience at laying cement block. Our son-in-law, Dick had taken surveying in college and I had spent one summer helping build concrete bridges for the county. The rest or the crew consisted of my daughter, "Ginny", my three grandchildren, Rick, John, and six year old, Beth. It was Beth's job to smooth up the joints on the blocks after they were laid. Also my brother-in-law, Rev. Alton Lowe assisted in the project. My wife was very good at keeping a watchful eye on the whole procedure and caught anything that was out of line. I think we will save Beth's little trowel as a keepsake. 46 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c5499647cbc300c46daee85614ba92c2.jpg 47a06a4acaae072012644b11421da190 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (55) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 47 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Some folks said that we did a better job than most contractors would have done. Anyway, we did a good enough job so that when the house was lowered, the frame and the wall were flat together. Most places all we had to do was to drive in a few mower section blades to make it fit. The fireplace fit almost as well. I had allowed an extra 1/2 inch to make sure it didn't hit before the frame did. There we used a few worn out plow points and a few mower sections to shim it up. Only a very small hardly noticeable crack was in the fireplace and a large mirror came through in perfect shape. We were all happy at the outcome. It was a $60,00 house. We only had three renters in those first 10 years. One purchased a house of their own. The other two stayed four or five years each. They liked the place and we liked them. The first couple was Jerry and Jean Matyczyn. He was a displaced person from Russia. His family brought him leaving a sister to take care of the grandmother. Jerry could speak seven languages , most of them fluently. Both Jean and Jerry Matczyn loved to live here. They swam, used the shelter house and enjoyed walking to the woods and to the neighbors. But they especially liked leading a heifer calf which we owned. Jerry was a computer expert. Sometimes he worked 30 hours at a stretch. He needed relaxation before he could go to bed, so they would put the halter the Brown Swiss heifer and lead it, or feed it a hand full of fresh clover, pet it, talk to it, and sometimes they would lead it down to and into the woods. They and the heifer really enjoyed it. His need for relaxation and a way to do it was solved. They moved to Lowell, Michigan where he is a top consultant and she has taken more schooling. They now have two children, both pretty and sharp girls. They come to visit us once in a while. The last renters were Mr. & Mrs. Hathcock and their two children, Valencia and Jason. They enjoyed the pond in the summer and winter and used the dock and diving boards. Jason took many walks to the woods, watched the birds and small animals. He drew several pictures and studied nature. Mr. Raymond Hathcock was a bonus for us. He kept things in repair and laid a waterproof wire to the shelter and did the wiring. Diving boards were put in with a little luck and ingenuity. The boards had been removed from an abandoned government project. I paid the man who salvaged them only enough for hauling and storing them. He had offered to give them to me. 47 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dfb4a54b2929329633d672160327011a.jpg ed8e957010ac2f8a731ceb12267be83e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (56) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 48 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road After the pond was made, a few willow sprouts grew up. One native cedar tree was transferred from the Scott property. The rest of the trees we planted except for the trees and vines along the road. Now, we have many kinds of trees growing. The evergreens are: blue spruce, regular Colorado spruce, Austrian pine, Scotch pine, Black Hills spruce, as well as juniper near the house. On the west hill we have ginkgo, (the oldest variety known to man), as well as several tulip , several fruit trees, and a crab apple. (This crab apple was the only one that lived that was sold by Beth's school for the Bi-centennial. I guess it's because we had tied it to the dock with its roots in the pond for six weeks. We just had forgotten them until they leafed out. Then we planted it.) We since followed the same procedure with other trees with moderate success. Things were not always so peaceful around the pond. One Sunday morning I took time to study my Sunday School lesson, as I was teaching the class at the time. After Sunday School, I went down to the Cheshire Store to pick up the paper. While down there, I heard that two boys had escaped their guard while at the rest stop on I-71. They were hiding or running somewhere in a corn field of someone's house. Eleanor had noticed the helicopters overhead and also the Sheriff and Highway Patrol go by. We called Carl Rodgers and found out what he had heard it on his shortwave radio. When I got home and talked to Eleanor, I told her that I would go over to the house we had moved in but were not renting yet. She got near the telephone and near the window where she could watch for me. When I went over and was just in the front door, I noticed that the heat had been turned up. I foolishly decided to investigate further. Just as I started down the hall, I noticed a man's shoe to one side of the doorway, just inside the bedroom door. I quickly turned around and ran out the front door where Eleanor could see me and yelled "Call the Patrol!" Help soon arrived but the two boys had run out the back door to the woods. The helicopter circled the woods time and time again. We had seen them go. Well, we had two turkey shelters in the corner of the woods and Eleanor with the use of the field glasses saw them under one of the shelters. They could not be seen from above. After they were located, the officers quickly closed in on them and handcuffed them together. 48 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b2d309405308f3d2a9480a0b2afa8c87.jpg 2a3de2cc1957b1d0783a94270c167bd4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (57) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 49 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road It was only after that that my legs felt weak and I was nervous. One of the boys had a hammer and the other had my large screwdriver. If I had taken one more step down the hallway, it could have been curtains for me. The smaller boy with the screwdriver had already killed one person. It was one time for sure that it paid to teach Sunday School. Now let's turn to something more restful. Often at night or in the early morning, a few deer come to drink at the pond, especially during dry periods when water is hard to find. They may also be seen by looking out of the back door or one of the many windows. Our neighbors to the north have seen as many as 13 at one time. Sometimes they are against the woods in the fall with its colorful leaves turning brown and gold. This often blended with the beautiful colors of the deer making them hard to distinguish. Looking east toward the old orchard, we would see them grazing and picking up and eating apples from the ground. Each Spring and Fall, Canadian geese and wild ducks land on the pond. Sometimes they would stay several days, but more often they just rest and fly away again. We usually watch them with interest. We thought that sometime they would nest, but they don"t. Other birds enjoy the pond. The swallows and purple martins came in the summer evenings to catch flying insects. It was fun to watch them quickly dart from one direction to another while catching bugs. The cardinals and redbirds came from the many large evergreens we have on the east side of the road. Also we have many robins, blue jays, gold finches, hummingbirds and thrushes and, of course, sparrows of many kinds. Most of all, Eleanor enjoys the Carolina wrens. For several years, they nested in a small cardboard box which was just over Eleanor's head while she was cleaning eggs. They would come out and sing their pretty song to her and land close by her. They became very tame. They also came near the back kitchen door and sink window and sing and watch her while she was doing the dishes. It was a very sad time when the many cats caught and killed them. They don't come and nest any more. Last year, we saw a white mink come to the west side of the pond. It was a rare species for here. Officially it is called a mutated mink, just a part of the regular mink family. Its fur would have been very valuable. They like fish, frogs, and chickens. We also have had one or two turtle and snakes. 49 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/85e219a84345a142795c48c12b902f0a.jpg 924200abda0b3d649aedab4cca44ed7e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (58) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 50 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Last but not least, we have fish in our pond. Bluegills and small mouth bass. We brought in about 30 bluegills and Eleanor's mother purchased 125 bass and also a bunch of minnows to feed the bass over the first winter. Of course, the bluegills multiplied rapidly from March through October. Now after 13 years, we have bass up to 15 inches long. Eleanor along with her mother grew up fishing in Big Run. We now encourage fishing only by Eleanor, our family, and a few neighbors and little kids. It's hard for Eleanor to go anyplace else. It's one of the reasons that we built the pond. Our main reason for the pond was for boating and swimming. My son-in-law and his family had a canoe that they used on the Maumee River and other streams in Northwestern Ohio. He and the boys rowed on all day trips. They retraced some of the Indian routes. At times, they brought it down here. It received quite a bit of use on our pond. While swimming or for leisurely paddling, it was a favorite of most everybody. This summer, John taught some cats to ride in the canoe. They seemed to enjoy it. He hauled as many as 3 at one time. We also used it for spreading chemicals in the center of the pond. One kind of granular chemical took care of the tall weeds that grew out there. Some of them were eight or nine feet long. One person paddled while another used a grass seeder to spread the chemical. It was quite effective. Along the edge we used copper sulfate to kill the excess of algae. We would place two handfuls in a two gallon sprinkling can and fling the liquid on the water. The pellets were good for many cans of water. We never treated it all of the way around for the small fish need algea for food. Not directly, but microscopic plankton lived in it and the small fish lived on the plankton. "We kids" had fun building a raft. Beth and I made most of it. I took two, 12 inch boards about 6 ft. long and tied them together with long narrow pieces so they stuck out about one foot on each side, just wide enough so that milk jug handles would slide on the ends. Then Beth slipped 48 jugs on each side (2 on each strip). It floated very well. About the same time, we went to the gravel pit to get some sand and gravel for the side of the pond. I had her figure out how many cubic yards we could haul in the 3/4 ton pickup without overloading it. Assuming one cubic yard weighs 1 ton, how full shall we load it? We also assumed that sand weighed a little over 62 1/2 lbs. She found that we could have it filled about half way up. 50 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b307c678d4dc3f784af6ca1fdc361482.jpg 7cfe506a7907c9cab496c90b17b6efae Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (59) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 51 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road When Beth started back to school, high school in her sophomore year, one evening she called and wanted to to talk to me. She told me that she had taken a mathematics test that was sponsored by the Northwest Surveyor's and Engineers' Association. It was open to all sophomores in that area. With a lilt in her voice, she told me that she had placed ninth in the test out of about 1000 others who had taken it. Now for the heart breaker she said, "Grandpa, if it hadn't been for you teaching me the practical applications of math. I never would have made it!" It made me feel good, but then she was often giving credits to someone else when they helped her. I held my head high for a while. We were all very proud of her. Many insects fly or jump into or over the pond. In the late summer, the grasshoppers, crickets and katydids and other bugs jump in. They provide food for the fish. Also, mosquitos, horseflies, houseflies, gnats, and dragonflies in great number fly over close to the water. These provide food for both fish and birds. They help keep the balance in nature. Many beautiful butterflies can be seen around the pond in the summer, like the bright red monarch, and the other red, yellow and white ones in all sizes. Some have stripes and other markings. The black and white ajax have long tails. The American swallow tail and spicebush swallowtail, the orange-sulpher and tortoise are also seen. At night, many beautiful moths fly over the water. They hunt light and the reflection of light in the water. They are often seen around electric lights or the moonlight where it shines in the water. My brother and I found many cocoons like the long cecropial moth, the shorter polyphemus, purple lilac moth (prometheus), Royal walnut (the round under ground cocoon), Tiger and Hawk moths. Sometimes we would gather the cocoons and place them on the screened in porch and let them emerge there. We would not only get a close look at them, but soon they would fly to the screen and attract other moths. If we let them in and they mated, we would have other cocoons close by a bush or tree. Although Eleanor was a very good swimmer, and that is what we did on our first date, she has not been able to do it since she had a very severe heart attack 48 years ago. She can not even wade in the water. When going to Ohio State she was on their Synchronized Swimming Team. 51 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/844b50beac6ab65d3c78073e48d4a702.jpg 6b065ae2bda9a607b09821ebf87b7e7c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (60) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 52 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Well, I have taught many others to swim. I had our daughter in the water when she was 4 months old. The next year, she with me by her side swam in the Westerville (Glengary) water carnival. She swam to the center of the round pool and back. Of course, I was near as it was deep water well over her head. She, too, loved to swim. It was unheard of at that time. People were interested and it encouraged many parents to let their children take swimming lessons. My method of teaching older children to swim was a bit different. One boy, Billy McNamara, who wanted badly to learn but never swam before, was taught in a very short time. He had been watching some of us diving between each other's legs, without touching them and the coming up on the other side. I said to him "You are really ready to learn, aren't you?" He said, "Yes! and I told him "You will be doing the same thing in less than 1 minute." I had him hold his breath for the count of ten and next hold the same again, but this time count 10 more while letting it out. Next he did the same with his head underwater, face down, eyes closed. Next, stretch out and do the same again. Now, he placed both hands forward above his head, palms outward and up as far as possible. Then bring the hands with arms still extended back to the body, keeping the legs level with the body and feet and toes pointing back, He tried it and with a little push, he went under and between others legs too. He was doing it like the rest of us. He and his family have always appreciated it. Just before his sister, Kathy McNamara, went to be a nun, she asked me to go swimming with her. So we went over to the Sunbury Pool and we both loved it. She later found that the ties to her family were too strong to give up so dropped out and studied to be a teacher. I also taught my three grandchildren to swim. We put life jackets on them and pulled them in the deep water. I taught them to use their arms and legs to help move them along. They too loved the water. After that, we went to the shallow end of the pond and I had them place their hands on my shoulders while in front of me with their feet in my hands, their legs doubled up. They then gave their legs a quick thrust while stretching out on their backs. When they let loose of my shoulders, I gave their feet a quick push with my hands. They soon learned to control their breath and by bringing their hands and arms down to their sides they went quite a distance. They soon saw the need to shut their eyes and control their breathing at the same time. 52 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0414c43f29d8bf417d76732e414defcd.jpg 97a50665b46ed242a1e8012e8ede8a8f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (61) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 53 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Next, I had them lay on their stomachs and their feet in my hands as before. They placed their arm back and grabbed my biceps. When I pushed them forward and they let loose of me, they threw their arms forward, and brought their hands together over their head. They coasted quite a ways. By moving their fingers on a plane up or down, they could move themselves vertically at will. It is amazing how much a swimmer can move themselves in the water just by movement of the water. This is often done when treading water or swimming on the back. One of the first things for survival in deep water is to learn how to bob up and down. The arms are raised with the body vertical and it is allowed to sink. The feet an legs are then spread apart and quickly brought together, and the arms are brought down to the side at the same time. The upper body will shoot up and out of the water with the head and shoulders out. There is time to take a deep breath and then repeat the operation again and again. If the water is not too cold, this can be repeated for hours. This is a far cry from throwing a kid into the water and making him swim and probably be scared of water for life. Now, for some stunts that were just done for fun. In shallow water about belly button deep, we had fun by climbing up on someone else's shoulders and jumping or diving off. I would stand with one arm folded at the elbow to form a step. One knee was thrust forward, to form another step. The child would place his or her left foot on my left knee, (This is awkward but very important.) while grasping my right hand over my head. Next they must place their right foot in my elbow. Now they step up while the left foot is pulled from my knee and swing it clear over past the back of my head over onto my right shoulder. At the same time as I raise my right hand, they are high above my head. The rest is easy, they just have to pull their left foot up on my left shoulder and stand up straight and balance themselves with the aid of both of my hands. The student must be taught not to dive with the head straight down. This is dangerous, especially in shallow water or in a concrete pool. Good safety rules are never dive into the water unless you have explored it to see it there are any hard objects below. Don't swim alone! Have someone else along who can throw a floatation device near you quickly. Always keep something between you and the one who needs help. If it is a large body of water have boat handy. 53 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5c979072f968b9016a757cb7fd734f99.jpg 61951258173a31ffd24b73035527695d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (62) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 54 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Having swum with large numbers of 4-H kids, I thought it advisable to take some swimming lessons and life saving courses. Therefore, I took them and passed them three times after I was 50 years old. On my 75th birthday, I swam across and back 16 times in our pond making a total trip of over 1/4 mile. Both of these accomplishments gives the older folks a record to shoot for and I hope to be still swimming at 80, in spite of my heart trouble. It was also a bit unusual to meet our new lady minister swimming in our pond. She and her husband, who also became a minister, had come with Mr. and Mrs. George Stromh. They came often. Revs. Sue and Peter Ellencovf's were from New York. She had studied music at the school of music. Their habits of dress and conduct were a little different from her congregation, but they made up for it in their love for others. She said, "A minister's duty extended beyond her church the same as anyone else's does." I know of no minister who ever helped other people in the time of need more than she and Peter did. illustration of house and pond 54 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4b85332b39b3962d1376c335f1b100fe.jpg 4ba15eafaef0f7efd42b44b3c79e19f1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (63) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 55 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road OUR TREES by Ed Griffith All around the pond it seems We have planted evergreens. Some are green and some are blue, Some are grafted for a brighter hue. Also we have many apple trees, And tulip trees with leaves That flutter in the breeze. An old species tree called ginko And many other trees are lined in each row. On the south side is my Many Nut Hill. To watch them grow gives me a thrill! Some are grafted and some cross- bred, Some of them are higher than my head. There are the walnuts, butternuts and pecans, English walnuts, carpethians, and hi-cans, But, the butternut-hazelnut cross out does them all, From a sprout this spring, its growth is phenominal. It has grown this summer so wide and so tall. I am looking forward to watch them grow each year. It's better to look forward than to the rear, Like Eleanor when she gives her views And people like it in The Sunbury News. CONIFERS - Cone bearing trees and plants which do not shed their leaves or needles but are evergreen the year around. illustrations of Pine, Hemlock, Spruce Coniferous Trees DECIDEOUS - Those trees and plants which shed their leaves at the end of the the growing season. illustrations of Maple, Oak, Hickory, Beech Decideous Trees 55 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3b4a4c4c837df90c5d05f352527e7965.jpg df3cc436132c42205c36757ba12140df Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (64) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 56 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 8 SOCIETY, STYLES, AND HABITS Coffee In early days when it was cold, In each country store where it was sold. They scooped it from the coffee bin, Or sold it in cans made of tin. Lions coffee was usually found, And taken home where enough was ground, By turning the crank round and round. Then put it in a coffee pot, And placed on the stove where it was hot. They made enough to last the whole day out, It would almost stand up when it came from the spout. They saw nothing wrong in drinking it then. Some would drink it from the time they were ten. Some coffee cups at each reside Had a strainer on each side. If too hot it was the rule, To pour it in a saucer to let it cool. They'd drink from it without a splash, But sometimes got coffee on their mustache. This problem was solved by putting the ends in their mouth, to the dismay of their spouse. If today you were the host, Could you find the answer from Emily Post? Would you offer your guests some more, And let them do the same as before? illustration of a man drinking coffee from saucer 56 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0225b07468c3a147dbda3200005b2a4b.jpg c4ffc6084c8cc12b25984db599dc7d1d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (65) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 57 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Quote: "Styles may change, but habits live on forever." Uncle Josh sez: Uncle Josh, a forerunner of Will Rogers, said on an old phonograph record: "Well sir, along last fall the boys said to me, Uncle, we would like to have you play a game of golf. Well-ha, ha, Well--they took me out in the woodshed where Mother couldn't see us. Ha, Ha, Ha! Then they dressed me up in the "dawg gone-dest suit " of clothes, I calculated I ever had on--- I looked like a cross between an Indian and cigar sign. Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha! Well, they took me out in Deacon Weatherspoon's pasture and set a little ball on top of a hunk of mud and gave me a putter of somethin' or other and told me to stand along side it and whale away at it. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Well, I stood a long side of it and whaled away at it and I missed it! He, ha, ha, ho! Well, I tried it again. This time I hit it right where I missed it the first time. The third time I hit it, it went clean out of the pasture and hit the Deacon's cow. She jumped and ran away clear over into the next county. When she jumped, she kicked Deacon Weatherspoon's pail of milk over, spilled the milk, and knocked him off the stool and onto the ground. He got up and chased after the cow with both hands flying in the air. He would never speak to me again. Modes of transportation, communication, and entertainment were changed by Thomas Edison, Richard Firestone, Alexander Graham Bell and Henry Ford. They changed the habits, society and styles throughout the world. Most of this happened in the early part of the 20th Century. My Uncle Ed McWilliams had one of the old Gramophones when I was quite small. He had most of the Uncle Josh records. We were thrilled to hear each one many times over. We often went to the neighbors to hear their new Silvertone phonograph. We heard Uncle Josh, Will Rogers, the "Three Black Crows", and Amos and Andy. Later we had a Victrola of our own and had plenty of music. My favorites were records of the violin alone or the Hawaiian guitar and the ukulele. Whole generations enjoyed the Christmas music as it was played throughout the holidays. All of this was started by Mr. Edison and was just a forerunner to the many, many changes that have changed society and are still changing it. Likewise, all of the early inventors did and are still doing the same. Many of them have been mentioned in the previous chapters. I'll try to tell more that have been unique to our own area. 57 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a8fa91993cb0f978026c424e9bcf5be8.jpg 26fb61ccc5ac3ca43516cee18929f13c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (66) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 58 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road An early form of entertainment and communication was the art of story telling. Stories were enjoyed by all, and passed on from person to person and handed down from generation to generation. One of the unique and original story tellers was old Tommy Scott. He told them in the Cheshire General Store around the turn of the century. Some of his favorite stories were about fish, wild turkeys and bear. He must have lain awake at night or dreamed about them. Where he got them, no one knows! First, I will tell you about his bear stories. He told that once he was out in the mountains hunting bear. He was up high on a ledge when a bear took after him and chased him around and around. He could not see him but knew he was close behind. So he just bent his rifle barrel in a circle and shot. Well, to make the long story short, the bullet got the bear and rolled him down the mountain. Another story about a bear was when a "bar" was taking after him. He didn't have a gun with him this time. The bear was close to him and he could feel him breathing on the back of his neck. But, quick thought and action saved the day. He just turned around and reached down the bear's throat far enough and grabbed his tail and turned him inside out and the bear ran the other way! One time when picking berries, he told about a bear and her cubs which were also picking berries. Well, the old she bear took after him, so all he could do was drop his pail and run. They ran and ran and ran. Finally they came to a frozen lake and he went out on the ice. The bear came out on it too, but the bear broke through the ice! You see she chased him from early summer until the middle of November. So much for his bear stories. Now let me tell you some of his fish and wild turkey stories. One time in early June, as Tommy Scott goes on, he shot a wild turkey that was a gobbler. The bird was so big that when swung him over his shoulder the turkey's head dragged in the snow. He must have had to carry it a long way. Another time he went fishing in Alum Creek. He hooked a big one. . . so large that it pulled him in. When it did, the fish were so plentiful that they got into his pants and popped a button off. The button flew up in a tree and split a limb. It just so happened that a hen turkey and her brood were sitting on the limb. the whole flock of them got their toes caught in the split and just hung there. He had plenty of fish and wild turkey to last him and the neighbors for quite a while. 58 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/71ee05ac4ab408c7d5b97f591527f688.jpg f0ef0b272e343dc8c450d3b7c3a09634 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (67) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 59 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road He often hunted wild turkeys down in southeastern Ohio. He said, "One time he used a turkey call and about 6 gobblers came over the hill single file. Well, I lined them up even with my rifle barrel, took aim, and fired the bullet went through all six of the turkeys' heads and killed all of them. I could hardly believe it myself! Personally, I have always thought that people weren't liars if they told lies so big that no one would believe them anyhow. Whispering is another form of communication. Boys did it as well as girls. It was often followed by laughter and giggles. One time during study period in high school, Homer Sherman, who sat right in back of me, leaned forward on his desk to talk with a whisper so that I could hear it. He said that one time he went down to the creek when it was up. He thought he could still jump across it, so he tried it. He saw that he was going to land in the middle so he jumped again. Maybe that was one of Tommy Scott's stories too. The Grange is the oldest farm organization in America. It originated in England. It was founded by some members of the Masonic Lodge. Its degrees are based on the seasons and activities on the farm. It is a family organization high in good principles. The Grange in community was the Utopian Grange. We had about ninety members. For year, the meetings were held once a month over the Berlin Store. Here we put on degree work and lecturer's programs, which consisted of music, songs, talks, and stunts. The lecturer and her committee made a program for the whole year ahead. One year when I was Master, they placed one family for a stunt for each month of the year. I remember once when Charley Johnson did all the different things that he could do with a chair. He crawled over and around the back, balanced himself while on the two rear chair legs with one chair over another, stood with one hand on the seat and the other hand on the back of it with his feet up and maneuvered about while changing hands. He did tumbling while sitting on the chair. Roy Scott used the broom. He held it horizontally over his head, brought it back down across his back and finally jumped backward over it while still holding onto the broom. Also, he placed the end of the broom handle on his nose and forehead and leaned back with his back and knees bent until the other end of it touched the floor. By swinging his whole body under it he could make a complete turnaround while balancing it on the end of his nose or forehead. 59 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/baf97456d390a465fca6dfd150efdf4e.jpg 4b68d9983ec77d8399f08d10c1c867ef Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (68) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 60 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Another stunt was performed by two people. They faced each other while clasping hands and turned themselves inside out while still holding hands. This was called "wringing the dishcloth." Another stunt they performed was done by holding one person's hands while another person stepped up into them. With a little boost the person could do a flip flop and land on his feet. Some individuals could stand on their heads, walk on their hands, or balance on one hand. One could lie on his back while bringing both feet back under him as far as possible and lunge forward into a standing position without touching his hands. Of course, many could do push-ups and sit-ups. Two ladies performed several pastimes with strings using their fingers. the two would face each other. One of them would thread the loop of cord over their hands and fingers with some cord parallel and some crossed. Then the other person would reach over and grab the two crossed cords with the thumb and finger of each hand and remove them from the first person's hands. By moving the fingers, some of the strings were changed to the two middle fingers. The action could be repeated over and over. It was called Jacob's Cradle or Coffin. Another old trick was the button on a string. This required threading a heavy string through the holes in a large button and tying it to form a loop. The string was held by the two hands and with a few quick tugs, the button started to spin. By pulling the cord with rhythm, the string would twist one way and then another, and the button will turn very fast. Of course, they demonstrated jump-the-rope done in several ways. It needs no further explanation. They also did rope tricks, knot tying demonstrations, and lassoing. Plays and operettas were well attended. For several years, our Utopian Grange entered a contest held in the old Delaware Opera House which later burned down. We gave historical plays. One was about a family from Radnor. When they heard that Indians were on the warpath, burning villages and killing people, they fled in a hurry by driving their team and wagon toward the Cheshire Blockhouse. On their way, they lost a child from the wagon, but they didn't know when they lost it. Later, they found out that it was a false alarm so they returned home and found the child. 60 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bf8a6360749e82571a432d2d0a4c2240.jpg 8eaaa481dab1bbf748ca76696567534c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (69) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 61 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Utopian won the contest the first two performances and lost in the district finals. For the first two times, we performed last, but for the one that we lost, we did it first. It could be that the last impressions are best, but the others' performances were good. Mildred Schank, our own Grange member, wrote the script and painted the scenery. The cast was large and the costumes were appropriate. There were very talented people playing the parts. It was well done. Styles have changed greatly throughout the years. During the 20's, many girls played basketball. They wore middies and bloomers. Bare legs had not come into acceptance yet. The bloomers were pleated and folded over the knees. Stockings came up to the knees. Track uniforms were the same way. The boys' suits used in ball games have changed very little, both in basketball and baseball. But, of course, the football suits are more padded and colorful now. Young girls when dating were well escorted. Men's hats were tipped. Your girls curtsied. Most of them double dated until they were older or were on special occasions. None of them stayed together overnight. I will always remember a little verse that Mother used to say. The moon is shining bright May I see you home tonight? Stars are, too; I don't care if you do. or Stars are dim; Chances are mighty slim. It was always the duty for the prospective groom to ask the girl's father for his daughter's hand in marriage. It was customary for the girl's parents to invite the groom's family over for a fancy dinner at their home. Plans were announced or planned. Sometimes the parents of each had made plans while the children were very small. Wealth or adjoining properties influenced this decision. These plans didn't always work out. Sometimes the two children found other suitors. For other reasons, they would plan for themselves or elope. At times, this resulted in a loss from inheritance or caused trouble in the family. When my folks were married in 1902. Dad was 25 and mother was a year younger. They drove their horse and buggy to Minerva Park and spent the day. It was toward Columbus and about 20 miles south. After that , they came back to their new home just south of his Father's place. They lived there for the rest of their lives. 61 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9eabaca9c66e04c2adac91f9c4c9e8da.jpg c37b37783ed9339e168193ac93a3ef08 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (70) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 62 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road On Eleanor's and my 25th wedding anniversary, we had a good dinner at our house. Later, we went out in our front yard to reenacted our wedding ceremony. Only this time, we acted out a shotgun wedding. It was lots of fun. Eleanor's Pa held the shotgun on me, while her Mother pushed her to a place beside me and in front of Rev. Alton Lowe. He held the big Sears catalog in place of the Bible. Dick and Ginny threw rice over us. Mima or someone else took turns with the camera. It was late afternoon and our hired man was going across the road near the barn to feed and water the bull. He had a pail of feed and a pail of water, one in each hand. He couldn't figure out what we were doing. He missed the driveway and fell into the ditch. All of this was to our amusement. We often wish that we had taken a picture of him. Just before Dick and Ginny were married, we attended the Griffith reunion at the Delaware County Fairgrounds. There was a swimming pool there. I, as usual, went swimming with the kids. Well, one of Tom McNamara's daughter, Cleone, was in swimming. She was O. S. U. Homecoming Queen for that year. She was in over toward one side of the pool, at some distance from the diving boards. I thought I would be smart and so I went up on the high board and dived in. I swam along the bottom of the concrete pool, in fact too close. For in doing so I came upon a rough place and broke part of one tooth off. But I swam on and came up next to her. With the wedding about two weeks away, this was bad. It showed from the front, and I had to give the bride away! What was I to do? It was to be a big church wedding in Delaware, and many folks that we had never met and from out of state would be there. Well it turned out all right. Our dentist put on a temporary cap, so it didn't show. We held the reception at our place. There was a very large crowd. Ginny's two suitemates, Sarah Selkerk and Carol Schmeckpeper were there. The addition to our house was just finished. (That's another story). Well, Ginny's 4-H heifer had just had twin calves which were named after Ginny's suitemates, Schmeck and Sarah. Sarah's father was a baby doctor in Cincinnati. He asked many questions about the birth of the calves. My brothers and their wives, Clyde and Mildred and earlier, Donald and Lavinia had small weddings. Donald and his wife told no one before hand and were married near Cincinnati. Clyde and Mildred were married in Delaware just by the minister and only a few people knew about it. I guess, in some ways, it may be better. 62 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3c551e28ff4e738099f224a582733f3b.jpg 17088805c07c93c47003279a30ceaf56 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (71) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 63 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road On our 50th Anniversary held at the Rural Chapel United Church, we had over 188 people there. Some of them hadn't seen each other for up to 30 years. All seemed to have a good time. Max sang appropriate songs. Our lady minister sang some songs like "Roll Out the Barrel". I recited my poem, "Eleanor". It brought spontaneous applause like you don't often hear. Pete read a poem that he had written for the special occasion, titled "A Golden Wedding". Later, we went to Shades' Restaurant for dinner. While we were there, a lot of pictures were taken of our families as well as that of the minister and a sponsored Japanese girl Noriko Tacagnii who was attending college in Virginia. She was back for the holidays. She was a good friend of Beth's. They had often run together for one mile or more. She was learning English and wanted to get used to the many forms of slang and dialects used in this country. She is now a manager in Japan of a computer company based in Cincinnati. Just a short while before our anniversary, the kids sent out letters to various people. We handed them out to our tax customers and to our church folks. The letters were an unique one page invitation to our 50th Wedding Anniversary. They designed them themselves. Dick drew the heading on both the invitation and the response. On page one at the bottom was written "Let your memories be your gift". On the second page at the top the words were written, "Ring out the Golden Memories" On a ribbon and to one side were 2 bells. On one was written "Ed" and on the other Eleanor". Next to the word "with" at the bottom of the page was a drawing of an ink bottle and a quill. The wedding dress that Eleanor wore at our wedding was made of soft velveteen. It was small. It came just below her knees. Eleanor only weighed about 97 pounds. At that time, the color of the dress was called "Eleanor Roosevelt Blue". I wore a blue suit. I weighed 129 pounds. I could have worn the same suit that I wore when I graduated. The five boys who graduated in 1926 went to Columbus and ordered suits alike. They were blue with herringbone weave. My folks didn't want us to do it. But, we bought them at the Sherman Clothing Store on North High Street. they only cost $25 and lasted for years. We still have mine. The only reason I quit wearing it was that I put on too much weight. At the time, we wore soft collared shirts. Earlier they wore Celluloid or heavily starched collars. They kept clean longer. But for those who had a short neck, they were quite uncomfortable. 63 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/593491732f4114926ef739922f8c1dbb.jpg 7ab3da2cafca039953bd6b3115866a62 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (72) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 64 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road I well remember the large dishpans of cornstarch my mother and grandmother made. They used it on Tuesdays or the evening before. They dipped the shirts, especially the collars and cuffs in the starch and rolled them up and started a pile of stacked rolls. They would soon be ready to iron. Most everything was starched except underwear, bath towels, and flannel goods. The heaviest starched were the overalls. They made sure to starch them before the starch ran out. When they got through not much starch was left. All of the fine linen tablecloths, napkins and dish towels were also starched. The ladies petticoats were heavily starched so that they stood out, held the dress out, and the lace remained smooth. A pleated skirt or ruffled dress took a lot of work to iron. Monday was wash day and bean soup day. Tuesday was ironing day and baked beans time. Wednesday was mending day regular or noodle meal day. On Thursday was house cleaning and floor scrubbing day. Friday was baking day and whatever else they could use the oven for. On Saturday, it was visiting and shopping day. On Sunday, it was, of course, church and rest day. Some had Bible reading every day. Oh, Yes They didn't forget the Saturday night bath! I wouldn't know who gossiped the most, the men or the women! Of course, the men said that the women did. But, sometimes I would doubt it. Any gossip travelled fast, even in the days before the telephone, especially harmful gossip. I was taught not to say something bad about a person, unless I quickly followed it up by saying something good about them, also. There were good habits and bad habits. The bad habits were like gossiping, cursing, swearing, fighting, losing one's temper, cruelty to animals, wife beating, men and women not speaking to each other, mean tricks, cheating, keeping all of the money to one's self, the hardship of the family, and running their business without consulting the other. Many housewives kept a little chicken feed, or spending money, hidden somewhere so the rest couldn't find it. She sold the eggs from the chickens or sold a few old hens or fryers. This money was hers. She got to keep it. She often traded eggs for groceries. It helped keep the household going which was her duty. Fresh churned butter was also sold to the huckster and she brought "lamp oil". 64 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/049b74a8dc2718bfc0d34a9de27142a0.jpg e7394579c371a795419d7b33eac1c6dc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (73) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 65 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Here are some things that have to do with habits while living on Johnnycake: If, you want to slow a good man down just bawl him out. If you don't want to stop smoking, don't start. If you want to know what a girl is like, watch how she treats her kid sister. A thrifty farmer makes his own repairs. One bad apple can spoil many. Don't make a mountain out of a mole hill. Good habits are even more important sometimes than bad ones. One old farmer, Calvin Stanley, never used cuss words but when things went wrong, like hitting his thumb with a hammer, he would say "The beast - The beast!" Many habits, both good and bad, are mentioned elsewhere in this book, so I will try not to repeat them again. illustration of a man drinking water at the pump 65 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/22b9a83b3cd78a1e756155e2b8744551.jpg bb1054ee59fcedeaac042b7d2ced6fb2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (74) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 66 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road In Delaware on East William Street there lives a lady whom for I wrote the following poem. She is a person that everyone enjoys talking to. She was a good friend of ours that we had delivered eggs to. She had a habit of growing lots of flowers and used bright colors, both in and out of the house. She was 100% Indian. "INDIAN SUMMER" Indian Summer comes, so we're told It comes but once a year. But, also in other seasons for various reasons We are caught up in its atmosphere. Indian Summer is a wonderful time, With its shades of brown and gold There are many thing at this time of year, In words can never be told. When the work of the past can be harvested at last And their place in our lives unfold. Grandma Steck has that special something, Found in Indian Summer, her life full of everything In summer, winter, or spring That makes a harvest and we search the farthest. She seems to have everything life can bring. We think that the Indians blood in her veins Has something to do with why the winter of life refrains. Her colors glow warm, and they help her conform So that Indian Summer forever reigns. Written for Jean Steck by Ed Griffith June 1984 illustration of an Indian near a corn field 66 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d567877cd2170602bb5aca4c49c1d7e9.jpg c3e633d568f792235a7dc641fda614fd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (75) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 67 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 9 TURKEYS Eleanor It does not seem like fifty years ago When we were married by the Rev. Lowe. While Mima stood there by your side Ant the best man there was my brother Clyde. You laughed out loud when Alton's hand shook While during the ceremony, he held a book. But the wedding was over none too soon For we wanted to start our honeymoon. Our first night at Logan . . . It was a fright! The cuckoo kept us awake all night. The next morning, when we started to go, We decided we would head for Reno. To get a divorce? Oh, no! My, no! In the state of West Virginia was this Reno. We continued on our trip to Washington, D.C. And we acted like lovebirds who were just set free. When we came home, little did we know That we would farm fifty years without making much dough. We lived with Clyde and my folks, for 10 precious years. We worked and we laughed, and we shed a few tears. As time passed by, we had a little girl A little blond one who grew curl after curl. One time when Kempton was cutting my hair A call came,. "Come home fast, Eleanor may not last." When I got home Dr. Ihle was there. (He must have held it to the floor that day For he came from a distance much farther away.) He used a technique learned in World War I, Gave her a treatment, and the battle was won. He said, "To still be a mother and wife, she must take medicine the rest of her life." We moved where we live now in 1943, With an interest in Great Danes and the white turkey. Often, worked from dawn till as late as we could see and slept to the music from the "Grand Ole Opry". 67 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f36355a41063df5d859f2d61465e9191.jpg 61ef3932aece598939ec2f1bbe985f7f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (76) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 68 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road One time when Eleanor had gone to town, She slipped on the ice and fell down. She dropped quickly, like lightning with grease And cracked her hip, while carrying two geese. Later, when she came home that day, We were dressing turkeys . . .clippety clip. She made them ready to roast and to slice, And threw them in the water, splash after splash. Although, now there is less wind in her sails But, with her that spirit still prevails, And we wish to thank all who would appear To help us when needed, year after year. For, without them, we would not be here. Now, that the rhyme and rhythm is through. There is still one thing I would like to do. As I stand here today, I think I must say, "Eleanor, I love you" Edward Griffith January 1, 1983 illustration of a boy readying to kill a turkey 68 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c229d667f24304696015c2d138ba77a6.jpg 9537239b99a07450ab6a825b12fd11c8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (77) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 69 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road It's a fact: "Before the eagle was chosen as our national symbol, the wild turkey was considered." We were in the turkey business for 39 years. We started raising them in 1927. We used the confinement method. For years the only way was to let the old hen turkey look after them and take the little poults to the fields to feed on alfalfa, clover, weed seeds, or grain. The only time they were fed was in the evening of fall of the year. They were used only for Thanksgiving or on other holidays. About the time we began, a new method was used to start the baby turkeys. It was developed by Dr. Billing of Minnesota. He clipped clover leaves without using stems, because the stems would lodge in their crop and they would become crop-bound. This was the big secret that kept turkeys from being raised this way before. We were one of the first growers to use his method. We also fed cottage cheese and rolled oats fortified with cod liver oil. They were then switched to a commercial turkey starter. This was also special. It had to have the correct amount of bone meal, fish meal, and the right amount of vitamin D. Otherwise, they would develop straddle leg and be unable to walk. The starter was almost the same formula as "pablum" which was one thing that we fed our daughter when she was small! Preparing all of this made a good job for Dad. Dad had an abscess on one lung. He treated it for 30 years by lying with his head and shoulders over the side of the bed and draining it out several times each day. Each day when the turkeys were small he would gather the little white clover, red clover or alfalfa and clip the leaves with a pair of scissors. He also give them their other feed, cleaned and refilled the small waterers, put clean peat moss under them, and other wise make them comfortable. We usually used kerosene brooder stoves for heat in the brooder houses. We made wire screen hardware cloth for runways. This gave the turkeys more room as they grew larger and helped keep the inside cleaner. The droppings then piled underneath. It also helped them get used to the outdoors so, that they would soon be ready to go to the field. Some growers kept them up until they were sold. 69 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6065646809d58f4d0cee5424bd93805d.jpg 6d0c00448189c7c5f5a400315b81c99b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (78) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 70 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road We also used hard coal stoves for heat as well as electricity. Later we used battery brooders. All of us got into the job of changing the papers that were underneath the trays. The papers got wet as well as dirty. The water troughs had to be cleaned and refilled and the feeders replenished. It made quite a chore, especially when the numbers were increased with the poults about the same age. We started with about 700 the first year and later raised about 8000. That was a very large number for that time. The least safe heat was the heat bulbs or the oil brooders. If for some reason the heat bulbs would fall down, they could catch on fire as sometimes we used newspapers on the floor to keep it clean and provide insulation. One make of oil brooders wouldn't burn ever. They would burn slow and then all at once burn real hard. The burner itself would become to full of fuel and then it would burn the excess oil away. The design of the brooder itself was wrong. One night we lost a brooder house, turkeys and all, because of this . It was a Montgomery Ward brooder. Sometimes several hundred turkeys at a time were kept in the barn or other large buildings. We soon found out that if the turkeys would become scared for some reason they would pile in a corner. We would find just about 90 piled in one corner at at time. Unless, we were right there to uncover them, they would soon smother. Sometimes they weighed up to 5 lbs. each. One answer to the problem was to pile straw high in each corner or place wire netting in each corner. We often had triangular frames for this purpose. These were used over and over again. For several years, we showed turkeys at the Ohio State Fair. The white ones were being improved rapidly. The bronze turkey had to have the right colored feathers for show, thus, more emphasize was placed on them. For a while, weight and development were stressed. Other breeds shown were the Reds, Blue slates, Narragansett, Royal Palm, and the wild turkeys. Later the U.S. D. A. developed the small white turkeys. Each had their special characteristics. Some dressed well, others laid well and still others laid poorly but were good mothers. The small whites had a place in the market. Mrs. Homer Price was nationally known for her fine White Hollands. For years, she took the blue ribbons. Her birds had good size, body shape, and were quite tame. We purchased much of our original stock from her. She lived near Newark. 70 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d8e47f3fda0677b80019fc8c836577bb.jpg 0479e805ac95d0dbc2382e70188eb899 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (79) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 71 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road After a few years, we had some White Hollands that placed well. In fact, we had a champion pair. Judge Hackett from Minnesota said that they were the best pair of turkeys from one flock that he had ever judged. He was editor of the American Poultry Journal. This was indeed an honor. Just a few years before that, we exhibited our turkeys at the World Poultry Congress. There, with our young hen turkeys, we placed 7th and 9th in a class of 27 and with our two young toms, we stood about half way up. The top White Hollands were shipped from Oregon in a private railroad car. Their tail feathers were carefully wrapped with cardboard and tied! We did well against such competition. If we had had the turkeys that we had just a few years later, we would have given them a run for their money. Winning was a big boost to their sales. They asked over $2 per egg after that. We developed a good strain of White Hollands by selection. Over the years we looked for not only broad breasts but, also for broad backs, good strong legs, well shaped heads, and in general good conformation and well balanced bodies. It takes generations to establish these characteristics so the weaknesses are diminished and the good characteristics will remain. When we finally developed some good ones, we kept them in a separate breeding flock. They were so well built with broad backs that they could be picked out halfway across the pen. We sold turkey eggs for hatching. At first it was just to nearby hatcheries who resold them. That was also where ours eggs where hatched. One year the local hatcheries had more of our poults than they knew what to do with so they told us they could handle no more at that time. Well, we, my folks, and Shades had breeder flocks. We wanted more geese to put with our turkeys in the field so Eleanor called Cooper Bros. Hatchery near Oakwood, Ohio. While she was talking, she asked them if they could use some eggs or poults. At first, they said "No, but later they called back and asked questions such as whether the flock had been tested or not. They told us to send 150 poults to New Mexico and that was just the beginning. For years, during the egg laying season, the three families took turns each week hauling the turkey eggs to Oakwood. We usually had a pickup truck load. We enjoyed it. It was a break from our routine! 71 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b36b063699786ebb0e2843532d79842c.jpg fbadb5bde87782667058325abed05ff0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (80) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 72 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Eleanor and I sent to Peter Crafts for hatching eggs. In later years, Peter had a closed breeding flock. He started it with four strains of White Hollands and at that time it had been closed for 17 years. It was a good well established strain by that time. His turkeys had one weakness. They had a poor backs. This defect would show up during the breeding and laying season. We tried crossing his toms with our hens. But, the eggs did not hatch well. Was it because of the bad back? Anyway we tried crossing them the other way and it worked. By using the hens form our special pen they hatched good and the back problem was eliminated. The poults were excellent, had good growth, and excellent body shape. we called them Griffith-Craft. They were advertized nationally by Cooper's Hatchery. When we started to sell eggs, we received 30 cents per egg. Later the price was less than 20 cents. then the hatcheries paid on hatchability. This became uneconomical for the supplier. Then, to top it all off, hatcheries insisted that they buy all of our breeding poults that were hatched from special eggs from the West. These made good large meat turkeys, but the hatchability went lower. The cross they had used produced low hatchability and the bind grew worse as they still were paying on poults hatched. We sold our breeding flock. Cholera and other diseased entered the picture. On our farm, it hit our breeding hens just as they came into production. Cholera locates in the birds reproductive organs, their lungs turn black, and they soon die. We tried copper sulfate in the drinking water, but, it did no good. The only thing that helped was sulfa drugs. For quick reaction it was shot in the veins. This treatment lasted for only a few weeks. It was time to sell them for meat. This was about the end of the turkey egg business. We had had heavy losses before. One fall, we were hit by cholera down home. Losses mounted. The university said that it didn't effect the meat and the turkeys could be dressed and sold. We dressed them like mad. Mill's Restaurant and Woolworths helped us and stored them for future use. We lost $7000 in three weeks. I remember sitting at the dinner table and the sweat just poured from our faces. But, it was a good year and still made a profit that year! 72 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/edd327757432d9e9a97167c2690a2ea6.jpg 88224b81d54bd0c3c41648a4507d2544 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (81) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 73 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Those growers who had almost no losses had a great year. It set many of them up financially. Coopers bought the whole downtown business section of Oakwood that year. Turkeys sold for about $.45 per lbs. and feed costs were low. Our brother drove a bunch of hens that got over the fence into our field right over with ours. He took unnecessary chances. We tried to find out how to treat them at the time. The veterinarians had no advice. The extension Service nor Purena Feed co. could give no answers. But, if we had called Dwight or Florence Leifer, we could have used sulfa drugs and it would have stopped it right away. The Leifers were known as deans of the Ohio turkey growers. They lived in the Knox County hillsides. They grew as many as 100, 000 or more birds per year. They also had a large hatchery and sold poults by the millions. They purchased a neighboring farm about every year. The house they had built to live in had a living room 30' x 60', with a catwalk overhead and a large fireplace in the living room as well as in the kitchen. They actually used it every day. The house was logs brought in from the Northwest. Later their hired help did most of the manual work. They raised Florence's sister's children, put them through college, and gave them many opportunities which few kids have. Just before our flock took cholera, they had run near a shredded corn fodder pile. They scratched and picked over it until was nearly level. We could see plenty of dark mold. The pile was just full of it. Our brother's flock did the same to another stack just like it later. Each time some turkeys were lost and in each case, their lungs turned black. None of the authorities seem to agree with me, but I thought it could be that moldy corn fodder could have been a host to the cholera germs. It was brought up at the annual turkey meeting at the university but no one seemed to agree. They thought migratory birds may have brought it in. Anyhow, now we have the use of sulfa, the answer is here. Another disease that needed quick action was erysipelas. It hit Eleanor's and my flock one September, at the time of the Delaware County Fair. One time on Brown Jug Day, I remember we had to hurry home and give them shot of penicillin. We had to do this three or four times a day to get ahead of it. One shot per bird is all it took. 73 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/80db80cd4492314ebe8726b1748b18a2.jpg 7114565797b221118f65385d725e7586 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (82) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 74 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road A person could tell when a turkey had it. It was usually a tom. He would be sitting off by himself and he didn't want to move. His head would begin to turn dark and he had scabs on his wattles and snood. It would spread rapidly through fighting and the picking of one another. The infected bird usually died in a day without treatment. The other birds picked them to death. The erysipelas our birds picked up came from an old rotten stump. It was the same as a disease in sheep called Seabies. The sheep loose the wool and finally die. Researchers have now found out that Seabies may have a connection to herpes, a virus disease of the skin all over the skin, but, will spread to parts of the brain. The virus cannot be detected by microscope, but researchers know that it is there. While we were still down to my folks, we started to dress turkeys for Woolworths. The store in Columbus was the first Woolworths Store in the nation to serve fresh turkey dinners. They served turkey and dressing or sandwiches for a very modest sum. A good meal cost less than $.80. This was in the middle of the 1930's. During the first two days of the opening, they used 25 large toms. Eleanor and I took them to Columbus in an enclosed van, delivered them from the alley and up to the kitchen. The turkeys were all packer dressed. That is, the heads and feet were left on and they were not drawn. At that time the health department considered this more sanitary. Woolworth's continued to use more and more. At their request, we dressed, boxed, and shipped turkeys to Cincinnati and Cleveland a few times. The dietician for Columbus' Woolworth was Miss Glidden from Michigan. She came to our farm to see us before ordering the first time. Our business relationship was very good. Thus, she made contact with Clyde and my folks and the price to begin with was set. Later when the price was changed, the folks at home felt that they had a part in it. Woolworth also served excellent strawberry pie. It was made with an open top. They made it with a delicious glaze filling and a scoop of white topping. Miss Glidden gave Eleanor the recipe. It sold for about $.35. It was very popular. This was before other restaurants served anything like it. 74 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6c866f4b7994c9444cd394a32813cc04.jpg 27968d12a28d72e27a4b5def7b883e34 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (83) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 75 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road We sold dressed turkeys also to the Mill's Restaurants, Southern Hotel, H & L Green, and Chapman's Grocery. Chapman's Grocery catered to the wealthy homes in North Columbus. He took pride in special grocery items that were hard to find elsewhere. One year while we were living with my folks, Mr. Chapman ordered about 150 dressed young hen turkeys. We dressed them and went to bed about midnight. Then about 1:30 in the morning, he called and wanted to cancel the order! Later at 4:30 that same morning, he called again and wanted to double the original order. We didn't get much sleep that night. A few years later, Eleanor had an operation. This forced us to give up dressing so many turkeys and delivering them while living down home. Eleanor did most of the drawing. One year just before Christmas, Eleanor and I delivered turkeys about all over Columbus. It was about midnight when we finished. But, we had missed one for the cook at Woolworths. So, I caught one of of the roost, and dressed it for her, and then delivered it to her on Christmas morning. We always tried to live up to our commitments. We sold many turkeys alive, both wholesale and retail. We all worked together catching and loading them. We made a zigzag sharp cornered traps on one side of the pens. Sometimes, we covered the last four feet with wire. Other times, we set up catching crates lined up end to end. They had gates that slid up and down, with a door on top. The quickest way was to have 2 or 3 corner traps close together and use a catching hook. One man would hook them by a leg and pass them around to his back while standing still. Another person would grab them and crate them. Rapidly, our crew have loaded over 700 birds in 1 1/2 hours. The whole truck was weighed before and after loading the turkeys. One winter-like day, when it was 10 degrees below zero, we loaded turkeys. The wind was blowing a gale and snow was flying. It was the coldest day that we had ever loaded turkeys. The field was open with nothing to stop the wind. Some of us froze our ears and nose. We loaded a big truck from Cleveland. Willie Daunche's son drove it and 2 helpers with him. He weighed about 300 lbs. The trip down was so cold that Willie's son changed from one side of the cab to the other, because he said, "One cheek of my seat got so cold that I had to change sides to keep it from freezing." 75 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/15bb5f5d553daeb2eb55e38c3fb69692.jpg 6b28361cb1463b124c70f19053b36d1e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (84) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 76 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Willie was a very honest person and had a strong Jewish faith. He wanted hen turkeys for the September Jewish holidays. We didn't want to sell many hens without selling about the same number of toms. Willie said "I went to Synagogue and prayed that you would sell more toms so you would let me have more hens for the holidays". Since we were selling quite a few toms to our restaurant trade at that time of the year, Willie's prayers were answered. During World War II when a price ceiling was imposed on retailers by the government, Willie's poultry store got around it and made a little money by charging the customers to enter the store. Thus, he was able to supply his regular trade, and outsiders could not come in and clean him out to supply their own black market. Willie was a shrewd merchant. He was very honest and trusted us. One time he came from Cleveland on a bus and walked out from Galena to pay us. He and his son always trusted us. When we weighed the turkeys in crates on the platform scales before loading, they always took our weights and Eleanor's figures without question. Willie often ate with us at our table. He brought his kosher bread and cheese. One time he brought his grandson with him. We had smoked turkey on the table. The grandson asked Willie if he could taste it. Of course it wasn't kosher killed. Willie said, "Yes, you may taste it." The boy liked it and wanted some more. But his Grandfather said "No you just asked to taste it." When poultry is kosher-killed, it is usually dry picked. If the bird is stuck just right, the feathers will loosen and it can be cleaned of feathers quickly if the the bird is mature. To stick it, the turkey is hung by the legs and a long slim knife is used. I often stick them that way so that they would scald better. It was my job to do this and to do most of the scalding. One time down at Ohio State University, they wanted to demonstrate this to a meeting of the Ohio Turkey Growers. So, they had a man by the name of Mr. Beckman try it. He was a Jew and he owned the largest poultry business in central Ohio. Well, he tried it but failed to loosen the feathers. So I had a chance to do it. This I did without any trouble. The feathers just rolled off for me. You see I had been doing it on several thousand birds each year. The trick is to stick the bird's rear most part of the brain without touching the other two parts. It was a proud moment for me. 76 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3050e8b2d2e26e99c0108e5f150cd0c8.jpg da9c781360237c3905826ae7982f1f97 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (85) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 77 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road One year after the state turkey tour was held in Delaware County, I was placed on the Ohio State Farmer's Week program. I told how we selected our breeder flock, about the alfalfa fields we grew the turkeys on, and about our sales. Eleanor was also secretary for the Ohio Turkey Growers Association. We became known by and knew a lot of turkey growers. At times, it became a lot of work. Professor Cray of the State Department of Rural Economics in charge of poultry marketing helped out. Profess Cray promoted better grower and chain grocery relationships. At one time, he arranged for several growers to sell turkeys to the chains through the Turkey association. The Turkeys were taken to Lima, Ohio to be dressed and processed. We consigned several hundred, mostly hen, turkeys. We considered it our duty to check on them. So, Eleanor, Clyde, and I went up to Lima and there set our turkeys still in the crates! It was the third day after they had been delivered. They had had no feed or water all this time. And, they were sold on dressed weight. When I talked the next winter at the turkey meeting, I told about it. I told them that if we had consigned many more we would have lost the price of a new car. This was disappointing to Mr. Cray and it had quite a future impact on that kind of deals. The next year they wanted each grower to sign a contract to give them title to all of each flock by July first. Not many fell for this scheme. We would have no control over the price, and we would have to give up our own special trade. What a deal! We were told that if we didn't do it that year we would loose this chance forever. Another such deal was offered by a Cleveland dealer. He wanted us to grow the USDA small white turkeys for him. He would pay us market price when sold. He had a large voice in determining the price. Another big deal! We quickly turned it down. We sold a good share of the turkeys alive. We were fortunate to have a go-between young man named "Petie" Aldrich from Ashley. He would come around in early fall and give us an idea of the number of turkeys and the price we might expect. He had contact with a haulers firm in Northwestern Ohio. This gave us more outlets. My folks and Donald and Lavina sold many turkeys through him. Clarence Sheets from Avon-On-The Lake also trucked turkeys. He was dependable and had good outlets and equipment. He paid for himself. 77 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2ca8a88b23c514b2a3d0631350799496.jpg b37dda625ee556967c6efe38c25f7630 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (86) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 78 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road One time near Christmas, we sold turkeys to a trucker from Cleveland. He didn't take them before Christmas when he said he would. He finally took them after the first of the year and at a lower price. Turkey prices had fallen, and his check bounced. When we called the dealer, he would do nothing about it. The trucker was running one check behind. It was the end of hauling season, so he didn't have another load to sell and cover our check. In the meantime, we had taken the check to the bank and paid off part of the mortgage so we were put in a bind. But the bank was considerate and we straightened it out. The money came several weeks later. We also sold to Strohm's Meat Market in Delaware and trucked them to them on order, about every week in the fall and winter. He furnished "Buns" Restaurant and the Ohio Wesleyan trade. We also took some to Indian Springs poultry and they came after more for the holidays. All of these birds were weighed at our farm. Bauder's Poultry in Delaware were nice to deal with. We made sure that we had enough left for them. Ted and Gurtie did custom dressing, and were quite accommodating. We had, at both places, considerable sale of live turkeys to individuals. We got so that we could pick out to almost the exact weight they wanted. For several years, we sold turkeys to the Columbus Maennerchor Club on south High Street and in German Village. An older German lady often came to our farm down home to see the turkeys and pick some out for them. One time I had been hoeing Canadian thistles and spoke with a brogue to her about them. She said, "You should not try to destroy them for they make the best goose pasture in the world." She continued. "A pair of geese as a wedding present make the best gift of all. They provide meat for the holidays, feathers for the bed, and goose grease for the chest during illness, and also make good watchdogs for their place." An excellent idea, don't you think? We kept geese to keep foxes and raccoons out of out turkeys and chickens. They were strong fighters. They would grab the animal with their bill and flop them with the hard bony part of their wings and quickly make the animal glad to get away. We purchased our first few geese from an O. S. U. post graduate student who lived near Powell. He was doing research work in their poultry department by working with geese. Later he gave us the rest of his flock when he was taking a job in Michigan. He told us that if he did not pick them up by early fall that they were ours. All together, it made us about 30 of them. 78 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/09ed92c5f5d2a7998c57fcc3656cbfdd.jpg 99174555d4f84a79e15587aa354260e8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (87) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 79 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Goose eggs were hard to hatch. They had to be sprinkled daily. We sold some eggs to the Larue Hatchery west of Marion and a few egg to Coopers. They were the large white Emdem geese. We would like to place a pair of them on the pond sometime and let them clean out the weeds. One project more we would like to try again is to get about 50 or 100 white keats or baby guinea and grow them in confinement until they are ready to dress. Guineas are fed the same feed as turkeys or chickens. If you get them in June or July, they would be ready by November 15. They are related to the pheasant and are very similar when dressed. They will dress very white unless they have been stirred up just before the kill. We would place a turkey catching crate near the door of the brooder house , and run a few in at a time. Then we would immediately hang them up by the feet and stick them. For the hunter who shoot no pheasants, this was a good choice. We gave many away to our friends. Many others purchased them. They would be good for a specialty trade. We had very good help most of the time. High school boys helped us during the summer and after school hours. They were Bob Ballenger, George Mc Namara and George Hamby and his brother Ivan. Of course, the older man, George Glaze helped for years. Anytime during an emergency, Karl Starkey helped us. Erney Boyd cleaned out the buildings. He prided himself in the amount of work he could do each day. During the 10 years down home, we were helped by Charles and George Bowsher, Frank Williams and others. All were good help. Also, Mrs. Jonathan Davenport, Edith Starkey, and her niece from Sunbury, helped us. When we dressed turkeys. Although Lucy Scheiderer only helped in the house, she kept us going. Bob Ballinger lived with his folks up on St. Rt. 36 & 37. We would stop off from school and help feed and water the turkeys. Also, he helped load them at the time of sale. One summer when he stopped for supper, he gained 40 pounds and grew in height. He was to become over 6 feet tall while in high school. later while he was stationed in the Army in the Far East, he and his buddy from Missouri were all-star basketball players there. Later, he went to the University of Missouri and played on their varsity team. There he coached two or three teams that went to the state semi-finals. Now he is an assistant superintendent of Rolla High School and counselor in charge of discipline. George Glaze who helped us for many years, often brought his little dog with him. The little dog teamed with our Danes and caught many rats. What a sight it was to watch them work together. George would always be willing to do whatever work needed to be done. 79 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/61228fe6e35dd67f5da29300d86654e0.jpg 34eb8c54943d2ed8c0efc7f56114a94a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (88) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 80 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Dean and Ada Jordan worked for us for several years and lived in the little house which we build just south of our house. One time when it was snowing and sleeting and the wind was blowing, ice was freezing on the young turkeys feathers. We could not get out in the field. So Mr. Pierce, our next door neighbor on the north, brought his small John Deere tractor down. By pulling a small sled with a crate or two, at a time, we put almost 100 turkeys in a barn box stall. They were almost frozen stiff and we thought that we would lose most of them. However to our surprise, we only lost one. Turkeys have strong lungs and weak intestines. The poultry butchers and retailers at that time usually cut the turkey livers in two and gave the customer only 1/2 of it. They did this for two reason: First, the turkey livers at that time often had some spots on them from blackhead, so they had to dispose of them. Second, the good livers that were left over they sold as goose livers at a much higher price! Most of the public was not aware of this. We never sold a dressed turkey that we would not have eaten ourselves. Although we handled a lot of them, we never lost our appetite for turkey. Eleanor roasted many for the church suppers, fairground's tents, family meals and just for everyday. I have also roasted many. We had a system that is a little different than most. Often we set the oven at 275 degrees and left them in overnight, or, at 325 degrees and kept the lid on the roaster, except for placing the dressing in and around it. We never took the lid off them until the time was up. No basting of sticking with a fork to see if it was done. This would let the moisture out. We greased the outside of the breast and salted it both inside and out. Then we covered it with celery leaves to give it a good flavor. Eleanor also rubbed in a little sage and poultry seasoning on her turkeys. We don't believe that the self basting as advertised now days is necessary if you have a plump turkey to start with. The fresh dressed unbasted turkey is hard to find now. Adding fat and moisture is just a way to make a profit. Eleanor and others have cooked a frying sized turkey in the summer. It is good, but I prefer an older bird. We also have served smoked turkey. The meat was removed from the bones and spread out on the skin. After that smoked salt was spread on it and worked in. Then it was rolled up and tied with a cord. It made a roll about 4 inches in diameter and over a foot long. After roasting, this was often served cold. 80 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9a953d9fa7c2ce0b143f278ffdbff3e4.jpg ae79be1a1cbd9824adb74bca6246317d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (89) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 81 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 10 THE BIG BROWN COWS Hand Milking Quote: "If I had a cow that gave such milk I would clothe her in the finest silk and milk her 40 times a day" But, we would use a milking machine today. We used a lantern before we had an electric light. When we milked early morning or late at night. Soon after that the cows were fed. We had about 8 or 10 head. This made the cows quite content While we for breakfast went. We then returned with pails and strainer pads And placed them on a 10 gallon can we had. We washed off the cows each udder and teat. While the cats lined up for the treat. They lined up passed the gutter, Each fighting for a place, one in front of the other. Then we wiped off the cows with some paper. Each cat on its hind legs doing it caper. Then we would squirt some milk into their mouths. Directly to them from the cows. They got the milk all over the face, Also, we would get it all over the place. We would set the milk can in water for it to cool. We took a gallon to the house, it was the rule. This was placed in a crock in the cellarway overnight. Next morning, the cream was raised just right. This was put in a bowl to make some butter, Whipped cream, buttermilk, pancakes or other. This part was done by our mother. We used a lot of milk in our diet, Our life was good, I think you should try it. illustration of a woman standing next to a cow 81 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9487bfe739ee9fd4a47593c6db23b166.jpg cf25e190fd8ba8726a1660c3e0a67042 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (90) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 82 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Quote: The little boy said, "Mommy does chocolate milk come from brown cows?" The first cow we ever owned ourselves was a small red one, Eleanor's father gave it to us when we moved in 1943. She was a good family cow, but, she taught herself to open gates and sliding doors with her head. She did it even while we watched. One morning she woke us up by standing with her front feet on our front porch and bawling to wake us up. She was never hard to get back in. She was a pet. My Dad had Jerseys in the 20's. They were registered and tested for production. He started by buying a good looking heifer from Joe Smart near Westerville. She was a large Jersey and made a butterfat record of around 700 lbs. She had 8 calves, seven heifers and one bull. she was a good show animal. Dad took her to the Westerville Street Fair and while she was there she placed first in the young heifer class. Later the judge called for her in the grand champion class, but, Dad had already taken her home! It was getting chore time. One time as I was leading her six month old bull calf out to be tied for the day, he almost got me down. I didn't use a staff but held onto the ring in his nose. He put his head down and before I realized it he was charging me. Well, it was all I could do to hold on to him with both hands and finally got his nose up and snapped a long chain on it and moved away. I should have used a staff. It was dangerous. That is why I didn't like Jerseys. Out of the seven heifers that "Bright Eyes" had, only one proved to be above average. She was sired by "Princess Emma's Son" at the Hartman Stock Farm just south of Columbus. She was state champion producer of milk and butterfat at that time. I didn't care for the Holsteins because they were too hard to handle. Many of the cows were kickers and too big and stout to handle. The bulls became cross at a very young age. Well, it's about time to call the Brown Swiss in from the pasture. So, "Come Boss, Come Boss, Come Boss, Come Bossy, Come boss, Come Boss!" this was the song I sang to the cows each night. They would march up to the barn swinging their tails to the rhythm of my song. The neighbors enjoyed having me call them and said so. My daughter missed it when when we sold them all. 82 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dc305d3280ada4ef9ced717e824d8250.jpg aaf5b5e7b42325ef558b99e80de44ad3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (91) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 83 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road We purchased a 1400 lb. Brown Swiss heifer from Mr. Burke who lived part way toward Westerville. Her name was Heidi and had come from Pennsylvania. She was solid brown in color. She was Mr. Burke's boy's 4-H & FFA project until he entered medical college. She was well broken for lead or show. One year, she was judged as Grand Champion cow at the Delaware County Fair. We purchased at a Brown Swiss Sale, a large heifer and a nervous short legged cow. This cow had a sister that was hard to handle. The person who bought her had to use a long hay rope to get her in his truck. She went wild! This was unusual for Swiss. I placed mine, Irene, in a stanchion so that I had to walk by her several times each day. As I walk by her I would jump at her and yell, then, pet her. With this treatment, she soon calmed down and later she became used to sudden movements and loud noises and was much less nervous and easier to handle. The heifer I purchased turned out to be a still larger one. Susan was my best long life producer and a good milker. Her calves were equally good. I didn't realize her value. We later had the herd classified and she never classified less than very good. One of her daughter's, Leona, went excellent after I had sold her to Dr. McKitrick for $600. I was never able to breed her and after her first calf, he wasn't either. For years, the Ohio Brown Swiss Association held a sale at the Delaware County Fairgrounds. Eleanor and I attended as usual. After we bought a very young calf, I went home to get the truck and told Eleanor to buy a cow to feed the calf. So she purchased a very thin light brown one which we called "Whitey". The owner had lost his barn by fire and needed to sell some cows before winter. Well, Whitey produced plenty of milk but she had been re-breed to soon. She wasn't dry a month before she came fresh again. All of this contributed to the honor of us having the top producing small herd in Delaware County for the year, and it ranked well in the state. All of this was made before artificial insemination became popular. The contribution of "Jane of Vernon" to the Brown Swiss breed became the greatest asset of any animal to the Brown Swiss or any other breed. Her impact was enormous and her production records have held through the years. 83 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ed637081237707cf17dea903ab062ee4.jpg fd3248f68dc53567c706cf4909a8e2b5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (92) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 84 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Twenty Ohio Brown Swiss Breeders Incorporated and purchased a Brown Swiss Bull by "Jane". He was called "Colonel Harry." They paid $20,000 for him. It was a giant step forward. Serum storage and artificial insemination came into common use. They sold his serum for $80 each. They were used it a lot in Ohio but were sent worldwide, also. After one generation, the question was where do we go next? It turned out that a cross using a bull from "Jane, the 3rd" or Jane, the 4th" was the best. From "Jane, the 3rd," they had length, extreme dairy type, but, they lacked depth. From "Jane, the 4th" the daughters had more depth, plenty of body, and good food capacity. "Colonel Harry" and a bull from "Jane, the 4th" produced the best offspring. Again, the question was where do they go form here? I takes years to establish a new blood line and one that will pass on good traits. One September, we took the pickup truck with stock racks and went to a mideastern Pennsylvania farm's Brown Swiss sale. They had had a barn fire so that was their reason for the sale. They had many cattle all ages and sizes. We paid $200 for a two to three hundred pound heifer calf and brought her home. She was already broken to led. She was a very tame calf. We called her "Jane". The folks who live over by the pond enjoyed her too. (See the chapter on "The Pond".) About 10 days later, we went to a sale in Kentucky about 10 miles south of Cincinnati. They had a pen of nearly a dozen very young calves. One looked outstanding to me. I could go and come back and spot him quickly. He was broad across the front and stood on his strong legs with his head up and alert. So, I purchased him and another bull calf. The larger calf we fed for about one and one half years. When we sold him, he was over 1800 lbs.! He was still tame and easy to handle. I wish I had made a bull robe of his hide. While we were at the sale, they sold a young Brown Swiss cow and a beautiful golden calf. She had been artificially bred to s Seminal bull which had produced the color. Seminal are often used on young heifers, because the calves are born small but grew rapidly. We thought later that we should had purchased her and the calf. 84 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/917f42ab9283bfdb9f3441adb0cb59b4.jpg a0019b8a0149e69f9b557931e45b74b1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (93) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 85 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road After selling the Swiss, we fed and pastured small bunches of beef calves. Once, we went to a sale and bought some holstein bull calves. We purchased them at 200 or 300 lbs. each. We sold 4 or 5 of them by the pound and got one or two of them butchered to put in the freezer. They are the ones that usually make money. One year, we purchased some half shorthorn with one- eighth angus and three-eights hereford. They were trucked in from North of Kilborne. There were 4 bulls and one heifer. We kept the heifer after selling and butchering the other four. They kept getting out! We lost money. The heifer later had a pure white bull calf which was blind. We had the veterinarian treat it twice but it died, even though John had fed "Snowball" several times a day. We did get a picture of him. Of course, when we sere sending milk into the Columbus area, we were under inspection. We didn't have much trouble keeping the bacteria down. When we quit sending the count it was was about 100! The inspector looked at our barn and demanded that I seal the bottom of the hay mow over the top of where we carried the milk through to the milk house. I told him that if he still had me do it I would, but, I wanted him to what we did back of the barn! We had just poured $240 worth of concrete. Then I told him that we drank the milk ourselves and we didn't drink milk with traces of manure in it and that we preferred alfalfa leaves to cow's manure! He said, "I guess a little common sense goes a long way. He never had us seal in the haymow. We were using a milking machine at the time. After we quit sending milk and had notified the Board of Health, the inspector came around again. He gave us a bad report, saying we had dust over everything. He was about to turn us off. Eleanor and I saw him up to the Hamburger Inn. Eleanor enjoyed telling him off. "He had trespassed", so she said. "He couldn't collect his $7 inspection fee. He had no business there and for him to stay off of our property in the future." Ha! Ha! All of the farm folks enjoyed it! 85 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6baf08ec00fcc188bcd9bad74682eef3.jpg d78d00f1c9404a3f4e586f14ad7124ac Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (94) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 86 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 11 CROPS Gadgets Stretch straps, bailing wire, or binder twine. Weren't used on a tractor or a combine. But the farmer used them when he had a small breakdown. And he didn't have any time to go to town, And his wife refused to go that day, So if in the field he wanted to stay, That is when he used his brain. Because he thought it was going to rain. And produced an idea that would yield. A quick repair right there in the field. He used a stretch strap in the place of a spring. To repatch a bearing, he put grease on a string. He used bailing wire to repair a break. He put on plenty for old times sake. This just tapped the surface as far as uses go. The more the farmer used them the more used he would know. And he saved many trips to and fro. Sometimes the repaired items would last over a year. He was proud of himself, that was clear. Later he would trade them off or sell them for junk. And save himself quite a hunk. Don't you think he had a lot of spunk? illustration of a ball of binder twine, baling wire, stretch straps 86 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/63cfc15daccfe05f2adb5c80d888ee20.jpg 74f543d1aca775327f9687cffacaf781 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (95) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 87 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Years ago on Johnnycake Road, the crops that we grew were: corn, wheat, oats, barley, and rye. Also, timothy, clover, and bluegrass were grown. Most of these were fed on the farm. All of the corn was open pollinated. They included, Clarage, Johnson County, White, Bloody Butcher, Indian Corn, Logan White, and Lancaster White. Most of these varieties were subject to stalk breakage, corn borer and weak shanks, which caused ear dropping. Most of the farmers saved their own seed. They shelled it by hand, discarding the butt and tip kernels. One of the early corn planters was the Case followed by John Deere and others. In the 1920's the corn was planted in "checked hills". The corn planter used a wire with knots about 40 inches apart. Thus, it could be cultivated both ways using one row cultivators drawn by 2 horses. The cultivators with shifting gangs were operated by foot power. Later International came out with their regular Farmall, with a shifting 2 row cultivator hooked up to the steering wheel. It was front mounted and lifted by hand levers. It did an excellent job. I bought it with money earned when I worked for the county the previous summer. It was the second tractor sold in Delaware County. This was in 1927. It was an excellent tractor. We used this tractor for almost 10 years and traded it for an F-30, 3 plow, on rubber. The Farmers' Exchange resold it several times. Each time the new owner said, "If a tractor like that is still in good shape, we want a new one like it." I had changed its oil regularly, and used 50 pounds of grease on it each year. Also, I replaced the cylinder sleeves several times. Most of the farmers were familiar with the old Fordson tractor. So they didn't realize the extra pulling power of the Farmall. For instance, I could, when plowing for them, set the plow any depth they wanted. It didn't bother the tractor at all. It seemed to enjoy it. I also used it on the old Ajax silage chopper and blower. The motor had the main ball bearing that were guaranteed for the life of the tractor. Thus, we could set it on the side of a hill, something you could not do with the old Fordson. The Farmall had a large belt pulley and plenty of lugging power. Some farmers grew very tall corn for silage. With two men on the wagon, they tried to chock it up. but, the men gave up and slowed down. It was a new experience for them. They wouldn't have tried it if it had been pulled by steam. 87 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/eeea2c966cd79055a5a59f0692b99c9b.jpg 8082b1116f4b265342c54cf7b61b5ff9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (96) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 88 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road I later purchased an WD Allis Chalmers. This company was one of the first to use new ideas. This model and later ones had a separate clutch and lever for operating the power takeoff. This was a great convenience when using it to pull equipment such as a binder or later the combine. You could stop the forward movement and allow the equipment to run and clean out, or allowed it to run when using the corn picker or mower. Later, we purchased an Allis Chalmers WD-45 used tractor. We still have it over 35 years later. We also have an Allis Chalmers D-17 which is 24 years old that we bought new, an Allis Chalmers D-17, Series 4 which we got at an auction, and an Allis Chalmers 185 which we bought sight unseen and is about 10 years old. The last four tractors are still giving us good service. We bought the 185 and a Gleaner combine with a corn head in January of 1985. Now I'll tell about Hybrid corn. Pioneer was a pioneer in the breeding and production of the early hybrids along with the various state university and experiment stations. Henry Wallace from Iowa led it as an individual. In Ohio, Antioch College had the first seed available. How well I remember when our neighbor, John Ryant , purchased a bushel of Pioneer 311A and he didn't want to tell anyone until he saw how it was doing. One day toward fall, he took me back to see it. It looked wonderful with its tall straight stalks and mostly two long slim ears on each stalk. The open pollinated corn had broken stocks and had dropped part of its ears. We were ready for hybrid seed for the next year! Later, I became a Pioneer seed dealer. Pioneer's 311A was widely used from Iowa to Michigan, Kentucky and Pennsylvania and the states in between for many years. It was still in demand for as long as it was available. Some new varieties out yield it in black low ground. I was a three way cross. Other popular numbers were 939, which was a high yielder but it dropped its large ears. W-17 had a large cob which made it a slow dryer. U.S. 13 was used mostly for silage as was P313A. P322 had smooth well-shaped kernels and was a high yielder. P. 315 had a small stock, large ears and was a good show corn. 88 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1795f9cf87d485da256e4ea46821b8b0.jpg fb80db8ba72c2e1842ccfdfd09e97941 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (97) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 89 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Corn The preacher says, "We must be reborn, Especially those who drink whiskey made from corn." We feed corn to the horse, sheep and cow, The poultry, calf, and also sow. We humans use corn to cook and eat. Corn on the cob that is known as sweet. All steamed or roasted in the husk. Covering it with butter and salt is a must. Scalloped corn is allowed to bake. At the same time as the johnnycake. From the can or dried, we love to partake. Popped or parched we like to chew. Or eat with an apple before the evening is through. When we have company, we pass it around, too. The corn we grew was cut and shocked and brought in by sledding. It was husked near the barn so the husks could be used for bedding. Husking bees that we had in the barn brought lots of joy, And when a red ear was found a girl got kissed by a boy. To be born with a habit is a hoax, Especially if the habit is for telling corny jokes. illustration of cornbread, popped corn, corn whiskey, corn, johnnycakes, corn meal 89 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d49f78f1287e72f7ae91d303d872d625.jpg 82e18de60345bab907e62200048b83e9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (98) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 90 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Soybeans in the 1920's were usually put up for hay. They had to be left in the field until the stems were dry. They were cut before the beans were well formed in the pod but, the plant when used had its full growth. This was usually in August. Mainly it was harvested at this time because labor was plentiful. Sometimes, before the field combine, they were threshed. It was a dirty job, but it was necessary to have some for seed to to plant. The soybean is high in protein. This made soybeans very useful for livestock and poultry feed. The oil was extracted leaving a meal. This process has improved the bean so that it can be used for human consumption. The oil replaced butter in a large way. Ebony, a black bean with a large tall plant, was the main one used for hay. Lincoln was very similar. Wilson was a good all-purpose bean. Manchu was a yellow bean that didn't grow as tall, but was easier to harvest. The modern soybean was first developed in China. One summer, Clois Smith helped me put soybean hay in the mow. It was still a little damp. But, he laid it out in layers and salted it. It was the best soybean hay we ever had. The cows left only a few stems. These made good bedding for them. One farmer, Darold Dulin, fed the stems to young colts. They cleaned them all up. Several minor crops as well as hay were grown. An oats crop was grown by almost every farmer. It made a good "nurse" crop for new seedlings and excellent feed for all livestock. It could be planted and harvested when other work was slack. But, it was occasionally damaged by heavy rains at harvest time. The best crop we ever had was lost that way. Rye made good hog feed but could not be fed to poultry. The straw was extra good for plow down. It improved the tilth and added maximum humus to the soil. Rye was a good clay ground-crop. Barley had limited use. It was a good crop to plant before winter wheat which is planted in early September for it was harvested soon enough to plow the ground for wheat. But, the heavy beards of barley made it mean to handle. It produced a fair yield. Most of the hay crops have been discussed in previous chapters. 90 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b7ac33a30802856a8b8c408db3434bce.jpg 6917b7d54853134901ecd1f17c9e7245 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (99) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 91 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road We have grown grain sorghum and harvested it by letting the turkeys eat it. This makes an easy and economical way to harvest a crop. Rape sorghum was used once as an emergency crop. It can be planted in the middle of the summer. You could just sow the seed on top of the ground and disk it in. Many varieties of wheat were sown. I remember Butler, Senica, Trumble, and Logan. They were the old standard varieties. When the new hybrids and crossbreeds came along, the farmer sowed less seed per acre. It produced less plants, but the yield increased by 20 or more bushels per acre. The straw was short and therefore not damaged by storms. More fertilizer could be used. Nitrogen could be increased. Fall spraying for weeds and liquid fertilizer and spring spraying of more nitrogen worked well. Quack grass can be controlled by the use of "Round up". All of the above are used now. Yields of 60 or 70 bushels per acre are not uncommon. illustration of bread, flour and paste 91 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/cd3feb07a872faae25717a7e6369d76c.jpg beaad0891790e5e1d09f6ab05b19df91 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (100) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 92 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Wheat Wheat is sown in the fall. But at that time of year it won't grow very tall. By early November, it will cover the ground And a freeze will make it turn light brown. But in the winter, it will continue to grow. In spite of the cold weather and the covering of snow. Early in the spring, it will start to come out. When the ground is thawed and the farmers are about. It starts to head out by the middle of June. You don't see them at first, but all at once you will see them soon. Then they wave and ripple in the field. At this time, the farmer can appraise the yield. There is no more beautiful sight than a field of wheat. For the farmer and the birds, it is time to chew or eat. Made into chewing gum, it is quite a treat. Around the 4th of July, we cut and bundled the wheat. And placed it in shocks to shed the rain. They looked so neat. The wheat was thrashed and put in bags to be carried to the bin. There the bags were emptied and that was when, The wheat was spread out nice and level. We threw it around like a little devil. We hauled it to the miller near by, where, It is screened and sifted with the utmost care. The finest flour was used for angel food cake. But mostly it was used for the breads and pastries which we bake. Lunches packed with sandwiches to eat. When eaten at school, there was no better treat. From the straw, they made this and that. Like new door mats and many different kinds of straw hat. Whether well or sick. It was always nice to sleep on a fresh straw tick. It was used at communion with the breaking of bread, And with the other things before us spread. When the Lord's Prayer was said, In unison, "Give us our daily bread." We were held together by God's strong thread. 92 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/35c1c0945b71fc1cb8c9f50750bdcf29.jpg 2c4573e8d506ceaf0f6aa9e363fed781 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (101) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 93 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road The roots of wheat will hold the soil. So acres will not wash away and spoil. And future generations for nought will toil. So I think it was quite appropriate, That they chose to place wheat on the seal of our great state. Think of this now before it is too late. illustration of wheat 93 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8bf9bf758b9e491c4fdccf2bc74e52f6.jpg c01d23729db22bc96b6a64a167194903 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (102) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 94 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 12 A LITTLE TETCHED A Little Tetched A man know as Johnny Appleseed Was known as a man from a different breed. He was a friend of many a man. As he made his way through America's pioneer land. As he planted the seed for apple trees. For man and beast and honey bees. Some folks said he was a little tetched, But by him all mankind was blessed. In Louis Brumfield' s book, "The Pleasent Valley" He was travelling down a different alley, Than most folks who worked for a meaningful gain, Who used their brawn and also brain. Brumfield's great aunt had known Johnny well, And had many stories of him to tell. She was part Indian herself, Her love for nature was her wealth. She called Louis and his dad, "A little tetched," To them at that time seemed far-fetched. But later when he had grown, He was proud of this name for him was known. illustration of Johnny Appleseed 94 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6f97d826d54378e159fa2361988bbcb4.jpg a9ec3b2fa7bbb75c1984d28a9c2f87d6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (103) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 95 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road A Quaker saying: "All are queer, except me and thee, but even thou are a little bit queer." In Pleasant Valley on Malabar Farm, the land had been rented for years. The grain was sold. No livestock was kept. Nothing was put back on the land. It was run down, both land and buildings. Much of the topsoil had washed away. Lots of timber was cut and large gullies had washed in the hillside. The ground became bare. The fields were left without cover during the winter. The operators wanted to farm for just the quick cash they could get from it, with no thought of what they were leaving, which was nothing for the next generations to follow. When Louis' father came, he started to raise cattle. Pastures were fenced. Manure was returned to the land. Fertilizer was used. Clover and other legumes were planted. Gullies were filled. The woods were cleared of briers and other underbrush. The part that was let for timber was not pastured, and new desirable trees were planted. General improvement was speeded up. He also served on many committees, all for no money. He supported the schools and churches. In short, he and his family and co-workers did many things without pay. His investment was large. Many thought he would go bankrupt. They began to think that Louis was tetched in the head. In our own family we have done many things. Helping youth and older folks by hauling them around. For example, I was a 4H leader for over 20 years. Some of the Berlin Bears' activities included taking them on camping trips and viewing their projects. Once I got up at 4 o'clock in the morning to plow corn so we could spend the day with 4-H. Eleanor often furnished refreshments. I played kid's games, running and jumping with them, and took them swimming even after I was fifty. Maybe people thought we were a little bit queer. My daughter's family developed a historical village, making apple butter and conducting tours. This was even done by four year old, Beth. They also helped the Defiance County youth drama group. The entire family helped making costumes, painting the background, setting up the stage, doing make-up and prompting, working stage lights, and controlling the sound. This developed talent even for the handicapped. All of this and much more was done, with little or no pay. They must be a little tetched. Our own local farms show signs of the land losing its fertility, where much has been sold off and not replaced. The natural resources have lost their value, and the water has become contaminated. 95 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b8f02e73d826cc48b3621a18c8d642e5.jpg 0c7c9008206014058938541f4c8e149a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (104) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 96 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road However, this has now reached the turn around point. Now we see more improvement. More buildings have been repaired and painted or town down. The land is producing more. There are less acres of beans planted in the same field year after year. all of this is done at an extra expense. Many young farmers are going broke. Bankruptcy sales have been more frequent, because banks are refusing credit. All of this is hitting families so hard that they will never recover. They lose their motivation. They too must be a little tetched. Rev. Alton E. Lowe was a minister and former head of the Methodist Home Mission Board for many years. He had an honorary Doctor of Laws degree from the Denver University. He knew many people, young and old, rich and poor, well known or little known, educated or not, laborers or professional; he could talk with them all. He was interested in them. He would ask questions of them and listened to them. He made friends with everybody. He didn't have to do this! Was he a little bit tetched? Bishop Thomas E. Aquinas, perhaps the world's greatest educator often gave this advice. Quote: "If you want to bring a person over to your point of view, don't shout across the room at him, but go across the room, stand beside him and assume his position and talk to him. Then take him by the hand gently and lead him over to your side." Most people would say that if he met him halfway, he had gone far enough. Was he a little tetched? We are proud to be a little tetched, if it means a better land with waving fields of golden grain, keeping America rich and strong; helping us feed the world. Maybe all of us are a little bit TETCHED. 96 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/aeb44070b3addcf6f689b3249aeecfd4.jpg 41524b3472d082110bd4297fc51b6b6c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (105) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 97 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 13 INCOME TAX Income Tax Shortly after the first of the year. We know that tax time is drawing near. It's time that we must confess. Our income to the IRS. You may want someone to do your tax. And have someone to do it so you can relax. Someone who has gone to tax school, And been taught about every rule, On just how to go about, Making each one of the forms out. You must write your name and address, And your social security number, you must confess. Your filing status you must decide, And how many children with you reside, Or if some older ones are still in school, And for other dependents you must follow the rule. The IRS insists on learning, How many dollars withheld from revenue. For the federal, state, and also city. And what is left may look quite small, You may have to pay estimated tax in spring, summer, and, fall. If by April 15th, you don't have enough. You may still have to pay from off the cuff. On Schedule "B", know what you are about. For IRS has a printout. You must list your personal loans, As well as the interest from building and loans. And all the banks from which you receive it. Add them up carefully, keep them straight. IRS says that it's a common mistake. List all the dividends that you get. When you do, be sure not to forget. The capital gains and the nontaxable. By doing this you are able, To say to yourself, "What do you know, honey?" "Sometimes, it saves a bunch of money!" On the front page goes the total of these. List all of the interest if you please! The total dividends on the next line. You may take some off and that is fine. 97 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/be3882083fd94f6c286d33247307946e.jpg d3bb07a5666528cdb8b88d64657a74c9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (106) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 98 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Have all your expenses. Your preparer can save you a sum, By finding expenses that you never thought of, "By Gum!" It may be considerably lower your income. It may save not only income tax, But, also, on Social Security. You begin to relax. The next schedule you make out is called Schedule "D" If you have sale of property. For any reason you wish to sell, Like machinery you don't need, or maybe a cow. A bull, boar, or maybe a sow. Anything you have purchased sometime ago, And you now decide to let it go. Now, if it shows a profit, You will pay tax on only a part of it. This you will plainly see, Why you should use Schedule "D". If from an oil lease or a rental, money you receive. You should place it on a Schedule "E". There you can take the expenses from it. And the depreciation before you figure the profit. From there you include the amount, The profit or loss where it will count. On Schedule "F" for the main, You list the produce and the grain. Also, the other income from the farm. Now, the total rings an alarm. For the expenses, be sure you have all. That you and your spouse can recall. Have the bills to back them up. Just in case you are called up. Have all the checks that you can find, For interest and feed that you grind. Be sure to include the cost of labor. The sum you paid your wife and neighbor. Include seed and fertilizer and such. They can amount to so very much. List rent, insurance and also tax. Now, your body and mind will relax. Now, list the farm depreciation. And, you begin to think how in creation Did I spend so much on so many things? I can see now it wipes out the gains. Then up and compare the sum, With what you have left as farm income. After hard work the whole year through. We still have some bills that are due. But, we still can count as our wealth, If we are still alive and have our health. 98 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dd050f8d51b5f8fc33e26ce7279c53e3.jpg f8a02e934f217afc1ec568e0e204b56d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (107) Subject The topic of the resource Corresponds to page 99 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Each year the administration tries to simplify, The tax returns for you and I. But, the harder they try the worse it gets. They enclose new forms that will give you fits. "Why can't they leave them like we're used to, Instead of sending us something that is new?" photocopy of 1986 1040 tax form 99 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/da6fbdd81998698fea5788625866bf84.jpg f6411628638421a7dce385cd7a0eea7e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (108) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 100 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Quote: "Nothing is more certain than death and taxes." - Ben Franklin Eleanor started doing income tax at the Delaware County Extension Office when the Federal tax started. Later, she did our own and several others at home, free of charge. In 1967, she studied under H & R Block at Columbus. The course was conducted by Jim Pratt and a tax lawyer by the name of Tom Osley. Later, she opened a tax office in Delaware. She was very good at it. The next year Jim Pratt had her open an office in Westerville. The next year, Block decided to open another in Sunbury because they wanted someone to specialize in farm returns. Block already had one in the southwest corner of Columbus. I took the course and started to help her at that time. It turned out to be the best farm tax office in the district. Eleanor and I went to many district meetings and helped with a class many times. She taught in Newark, Zanesville, Delaware, Marion, and Mansfield as well as Sunbury. Peg Burkey helped us in Sunbury. She became very good at it. Later, we sold the Block office to her in Sunbury and took our business to our home. We did as many as 750 returns per year in Sunbury. But under doctor's orders, we cut back to about 150 at our home. Most were farm returns. I did about 60 and Eleanor did about 90. We checked each other's returns and ran them off on our copying machine. We enjoyed meeting the people and being able to help them. I don't know how she did it but she did all 150 or 160 of them when I was in the hospital. That in was in 1984. Now, that the kids are living near, they help out by checking and running the returns. Our daughter took the course with us at the tax school and she and Rick took the course this fall. Eleanor is one of the few consultants who can do taxes for foreign workers. She had one customer who teaches school across the waters and returns in June or July. Thus, along with that and estimated forms to make out, she has some business the year round. Also, some people go to Florida and send in enough estimated tax to cover their tax so that they can file for extension of time and complete their tax returns when they return to Ohio. A tax preparer must sign every return along with the firm's name, address, social security number, date and I.Q. number. A preparer number is what the I.R.S. looks at when considering the tax preparer's reputation. Most of us have a number which we can call to answer questions or get help to solve a tax problem. Either the Columbus or Cincinnati tax office make information available to the caller. 100 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3695c2dc8e1ecb8ec7e817d6a4339be8.jpg b60f2ecb4d64de97e0742cd137572c48 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (109) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 101 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Most contacts come after the forms and money are sent in. Sometimes we hear from the city or state government. Once a Mr. & Mrs. Johnson from Johnstown, Ohio got a very threatening letter form I.R.S. They wanted to take over their farm and bank account. Mrs. Johnson worked in the Johnstown Rubber Factory and already had withholding and FICA taken from her wages. It was correctly sent in and reported. Well, Eleanor called the I.R.S. in Columbus and they argued with her and finally transferred her to Cincinnati. There they tried to give her the same run around. They had the wrong social security number and didn't want to admit it. But, Eleanor had Mrs. Johnson's Social Security number on her returns for the past 7 years. Eleanor told them in no uncertain terms, to get her return off of the computer and into some persons hands and correct it. They did and Mr. and Mrs. Johnson got their refund for overpayment. The I.R.S. had mixed up her social security number with another Mrs. Johnson form another town. Theresa Edelblute sold her nursing home in Westerville and moved to Columbus. She cut down on the number of patients to one or two. Eleanor still did her tax reports. The city of Columbus didn't believe that she would be cutting down so fast on her business all at once. So they got in touch with her and wanted to charge her more. Also, the business of the sale of the nursing home and other income was involved. Eleanor called up the Columbus tax office and a man talked to her on the phone and accused her of not reporting all of Theresa's income. Of course, that set up an argument. Finally, she heard Jim Pratt's voice in the background and said, "Ask Mr. Prat if I am not a square shooter." The man said "How did you know that it was Jim?" Mr. Pratt told them to forget all about it. You see, Mr. Pratt started Eleanor in the tax offices for H & R Block. Eleanor makes out several partnership returns using Form 1065. She has helped to set them up and straighten them out when they were started wrong. However, she does not try to do any corporation returns. Virginia and I have helped do some parts of them. 101 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0eed37bab315c8e490503dbc429ae993.jpg c43421a7fb503de56fa522d1157843a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (110) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 102 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Many farmer's have huge investments of as much as several hundreds of thousands of dollars or more in land and equipment. Some years, they have very large losses. Maybe they have sold more than one crop in one year. It may look like they owe I.R.S. more than they have money to pay for it. We have been able to cut the tax, by taking investment credit, depreciation, income averaging, or by using the carry back loss forms and bringing some profits and losses forward to be used again to wipe out the profit of this year. Investment credit can be carried forward from previous year's reports. Sometimes all of this will bring them a refund. Also, we have been able to reduce and get a refund back for them by giving them child care credit when man and wife were both working. As we sat in our enclosed front office and do tax returns, we note the winter going quickly and the spring returning when the birds returned. The snow comes and goes. The ice leaves the pond, flowers begin to bloom, and the trees leaf out. We have not time to go to a warmer climate. There is work to be done. It's time to mow the lawn, crops need to be put in, and the garden needs to be made. Soon it will be summer, time for picnics, swimming, and play and time to be in the great outdoors. illustration of bird's nest with eggs and flowers 102 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/868ea495b8cd016b6faceef3c19f8390.jpg 3942660fd121ee2ca2e8ae24516707e7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (111) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 103 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 14 4-H KIDS 4-H Kids They showed many projects at the fair. After washing and grooming each with care. They had a lamb, a calf, or a cow. A pig, a chicken, or perhaps a sow. They won blue ribbons or perhaps red. Which they would pin to the halter on the animal's head. But, the top prize was for beef. When the judge awarded it, the kids found relief. For the parents were watching too. The whole crowd clapped when the judging was through. Some kids joined the FFA. And found more laurels along the way. From green hand members to OSU. Some became star farmers before they were through. Before each meeting they had some fun . Playing games or just to run. Once a year they held a tour of projects to see. On a date they all could agree. Other went along to inspect, And take pictures of each project. Our tour lasted most all of the day. It took a while to see every display. We went all day, but stopped for lunch. The Berlin Bears were a very tired bunch. illustration of 4-H clover 103 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fa14b80e35ccf2bd98d1722fa0ccf0de.jpg 74066e8c8b538749c4c416b1d3dfa60b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (112) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 104 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Quote - "Kids learn by doing" Very few 4-H kids get into trouble either as kids or after they are grown, nor do they have many domestic problems. Their families stick together. This holds over to the next generation. Once a kid learns to do something that he likes and gets to do and gets praise for it, the harder he will work. 4-Hers learn to seek more responsibility. They like to have something that is strictly their own. Much has been written about the 4-H kids in previous chapters. But, I want to write about some individual accomplishments. There is enough that could be written to make a book about each. I will try to mention a few. Many will be left out I am sure. Many have married 4-H partners. Most of them worked together for life. I remember how interested Glenny Lackey was in everything that was said at each 4-H meeting and how well he looked after his Jersey project. He did well at each county and state fairs. He later became national FFA. He graduated from OSU in agriculture and spoke at many agricultural meetings. After helping his father at home for a while, he married. His bride was Lola Mae. Her parents had a farm southeast of Columbus near Canal Winchester. They had a good sized herd of Jerseys. In a few years, Columbus was building up in that area. Land became too valuable to farm. So, they sold out and purchased a farm in Athens county about 12 miles east of Athens, in the hills overlooking some very rich low ground and containing over 1200 acres. There was a lot of work to be done. Brush and trees had to be cleared and land had to be improved. It was quite a challenge. In the meantime, Glenny and Lola Mae had four children, three boys and one girl. They now have 6 grandchildren. All of these grew up on their farm. They sing at many church services. They have come back and sang in our church, just like the Lackey family used to do. They could put on a whole program without a book! Glenny's older brother, Allen, also graduated from OSU Agriculture College. He worked for the USDA until retirement. Then he and his wife, Esther Jean, purchased a farm near his brother. It didn't have as many acres but it was a desirable location with a little longer growing season than Delaware County has for crops and pasture. They, too, had several children and grandchildren. They also took part in community affairs. Ester Jean was schooled in home economics. They had a very successful life. 104 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/31badc5c16317243a890a539594cdb69.jpg b7e0464447511df34d381dbf2d0aba4a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (113) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 105 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Each one of the farms supported cattle. Silos were filled and many acres of alfalfa and mixed hay were harvested. They were some of the first to use the large round bales and do no-till farming. Now, Glenny and family are in charge of an experimental operation trying to raise pigs to market in 3 months. Ohio Department of Agriculture build a large multiple storied building on their place. It is a project followed by the media and others as it is of national interest. Their farm, family, and projects have been on national TV. Over on Gregory Rd. lived two Cox boys, Eddie and Bradley. They had a sister, Julia. She was in the girl's club. She won many blue ribbons in making her own clothes and modeling them. She was tops in the county and state fair competition. Her dresses were shown in the Berlin Hearty Workers booth at the Delaware County Fair and they usually received top awards. Her daughters are doing the same. I have always enjoyed hearing them sing at the West Berlin Church. They have been on radio several times. Eddie Cox had a Guernsey heifer for a 4-H project. He also helped keep their lawn and garden trim and neat. Bradley planted and took good care of an outstanding garden. I never saw a weed in it. The vegetables were excellent. He took many prizes in the Delaware Junior Fair display. Both boys are married and have kids of their own. Bradley is a school superintendent and Eddie has a good job. All three of Alice and Garner Cox's children promised their mother that they would continue to go and help support their West Berlin Presbyterian Church. North of them on the same road lived an older boy, Floyd Rolland Griffith. His project was shorthorn cattle. He had several head. His uncle had raised that kind for years. They were outstanding with beautiful long roan coats of hair. They could withstand the cold weather like their ancestors did in Scotland. While at home he was over 6 feet tall and made the All County High School Basketball team. Later he made OSU freshman basketball team. After farming their good farm for a few years, Floyd Rolland went to Michigan. There he is in charge of a bank. He too has raised a family. He is another example of a very successful 4-H kid. Eddie Taylor had a a Guernsey cattle project while he was in the Berlin Bears 4-H Club. He married a local girl by the name of Patty Beardsley. They moved to a farm southwest of Columbus near Washington C.H. They raised a nice family who were schooled. He is an agricultural advisor for a large bank. His father, Dwight, lived with them until he died. 105 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a9d6556dcb5ab504063c48a140e900be.jpg 788aa67f961bbfa977d8884ebafffe92 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (114) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 106 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Harold McNamara, a former Berlin Bear, married and raised several children on his mother's place southwest of Delaware. He farmed several hundred acres and milked many Holstein cows. His family helped to do it. The children were good students. His wife played the organ for the Hyatts church. George and Gladys Stith's two boys, Jesse and Lawrence, were 4-H kids. They each are married and raised a family and schooled them. They both had good jobs. Their father, George helped with the 4-H. He drove his car and went with us down along the Muskingham River and on other trips, Tommy Taylor was on this trip. We stopped at the state park and Tommy and I swam across the river and back. It was tiring and we should not have tried it. I didn't have my lifesaving training at that time. Most of Ed McNamara' kids were in our Berlin Bears 4-H Club. They had Jersey calves and Red pigs. We often met there. We were always welcome. The kids were George, Pat, Jim, Florence Catherine, Kathleen, Rosemary, Steve, Bill, and Janey. All became good family members and held good jobs or became good mothers. George became head of the ASCS office for Wyandot County near Upper Sandusky. He took good care of our turkeys while we went to Arizona. He worked for us while he was in high school. Steve has the same kind of job except it is in Ashland County. Bill is stationed at Ft. Washington and is about to retire from the armed services. Pat works for North American Aviation, in Columbus. One of the 4-H kids who belonged to the Berlin Bears, while Charley Johnson was leader and I helped out was Don Devault. He later went to one of the Delaware Clubs and one of the Delaware schools. He helped George Dix. He later became an auctioneer and owns a real estate service. Delaware County was known worldwide for its Percheron horses. George Dix took many blue ribbons and trophies at the state and international events. George owned the great sire Don Degas which was imported from France. Also, he raised Don Again, a sire of equal fame. Also, Ralph Humes who lived in Stratford just south of Delaware, showed many Percherons. But also he had an unique use for them. When the drug penicillin was first discovered, it was found on the mold on the urine of pregnant mares. Through the cooperation of OSU, Mr. Humes found a way to trap and save it. He had many mares. This operation helped pioneer the way so that the doctors could use it to save many lives. 106 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a4e013eacf31f6b93e93e83809b97c08.jpg 3eff0f85dc8a7009d60e2c279de745ca Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (115) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 107 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road At one of the meetings when we had about 40 boys and 6 girls, I said, "Boys, don't you think it's about time for us to initiate the girls?" And by golly they said , "Yes!" So we blindfolded the girl and had them stand up front, facing the front row of seats. Next, we quietly had six boys sit down with a shoe and sock off and hold their barefoot near each girls face. Then we placed salt on Dixie ice cream cups and had each girl lick one. Next, the blindfolds were removed and they gazed at the barefoot! They were now full fledged members of the Berlin Bears. Now, one of these boys was Calvin Bailey the first black boy in U.S.A. to belong to a 4-H club. His sister, Cuma Bailey, joined the Berlin Hearty Workers at about the same time. We often had local farmers speak to them at our meetings. One time John Ryant, owner of Johnnycake Farms and nationally known as a Mareno sheep breeder, gave a talk on showing sheep. It was very good. He mentioned about how the dairy show cows were allowed to be shown without being milked when they should have been. They would ve dripping milk. He said, "They should be shown in their natural state." He thought all animals should be shown that way. One kid in the back asked, "Why then do you blacken the outside of your sheep?" John set down quickly on that! Another time we had Zack Davis and his wife talk to the kids. He was the third generation in the seed business. they told about production and selling of seeds. They had a small farm northeast of Delaware and grew sunflowers and sweet corn and other garden seeds, under inspection. Zack, also tested seeds and placed his seal on them. One late summer while on tour, the Berlin Bears visited Willard and Anna Shank and Nettie and Charley Everetts. They were neighbors in Cheshire. They took many blue ribbons with their vegetables at the county fair. Their gardens were beautiful, neat, and bountiful. My, how much the older folks enjoyed showing and talking about their wonderful tomatoes melons, etc.! Sometimes we don't know what we are missing by not talking to the older folks with such experiance. Family members involved in 4-H with me were Virginia, who showed Brown Swiss cattle, Allen and Barbara Shade, who showed Jersey cattle, and Max Griffith who showed steers. Virginia and Barbara had to join the boys club because only boys club members were allowed to show livestock. Their leadership training helped them became the leaders they are today. Allen is a successful doctor who delivered quintuplets in Cincinnati a few years ago. Virginia, Max, and Barbara became teachers. 107 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dc4de58ecc8e4e28183e42f3f198bfc2.jpg b5dd2a489aaba1c20e765eb339120bb6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (116) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 108 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road For several years, E. J. Fitchhorn directed a countywide 4-H Band. Some of the early members were Virginia, Allan shade, Neina (Dunham) Orhood, Ruth Ann (Ferguson) Shade, Eddie Taylor, and Patty (Beardsley) Taylor. Younger members included several of Ed. McNamara's children. The band played and marched in front of the grandstand at the Ohio State Fair wearing 4-H Tee shirts and green skirts or trousers. Later, the McNamaras formed the McNamara Band which played at churches, Granges, and school activities. Some 4-H kids I recall but have not written about are Rolland Bauder, Whittier Slemmons, Donny Mantor, The Lower Brothers, Jesse and Tommy Smith, Don James, The two Pierce Brothers, Mc Coys, and also, The Scotts, Beards, Lauren Longenecker, Shullts, Fosters, Rosses, other McNamaras, Pauleys, Bill Armitage , and other Smiths. Many men came and sat at the back of the room while the meeting was going on. I served as a leader of the Berlin Bears for 23 years. some of the men who lead with me included: Bill Mantor, George Stith, and John Slemmons. It was one of the happiest times of my life. 4-H Colors Green and White 4-H Motto To Make the Best Better 4-H Pledge My Pledge I pledge: My Head to clearer thinking, My Heart to greater loyalty, My Hands to larger service, My Health to better living for My club, my Community, my Country, and my World. 108 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5c0389cff262e754076693b68256888b.jpg d152eee9b5b9aadf138abd1a9c07a259 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (117) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 109 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 15 SPECIAL MEMORIES Three Little Country Boys Three little country boys, At the breakfast table. Hammering their plates with forks and knives, As fast as they were able. When their mother brought in the stack of cakes. The noise was at its worst. And when she set them down, they cried: "Give me molasses first. Written in Intensive Care by Ed. Griffith February, 1984 Three Little Country Boys At The One Room School Three little country boys went to a one room school. They all drank from the same tin cup, Save those who came with a folding cup. They shared an apple by cutting it up. And gave the teacher one of the pieces which they had cut up. Three little country boys at the one room school. Were sent to the blackboard to write, Where they squeaked their chalk with all their might. They listened to each of the classes recite. Which gave the younger ones an overall insight. Three little country boys at the one room school, As a rule they walked slowly to get to school. But, ran fast to get home. Some had chores to do like milking old Roan. Some had a bicycle or a pony to ride. But, most of them ran side by side. Three little country boys at the one room school, Often in winter to school were late, When at the run they stopped to skate, According to the clock that hung on the wall. Sometimes by late fall, just before the first big snow fall. When the snow was deep and would easily pack. Many snowballs were made, enough to stack. They would roll snow up to make a fort. And hide behind it as a last resort. The hard ones they threw at the other fort. 109 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bd0be107f308ecc5c8b9bff2ce1fa4aa.jpg afdac440db54dcf4f54674d3c70f33f6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (118) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 110 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road The game was up, with the teacher's yell. She did it by ringing the large school bell. Sometimes we would dip girl's hair in our inkwell. Weren't we devils, hoping no one would tell? There little country boys at the school with one room. They swept the floor with an old fashioned broom. They hung the coats in a very tall cloak cupboard. They cleaned the erasers and scrubbed the blackboard. After shaking down the stove they cleaned out the ashes. The ashes went the out house to hold down the smell & control the splashes. Many little boys went to a one room school. But, they continued to study on their own. Like Thomas Edison and Harvey Firestone. Like Henry Ford who made the "Flivver", Like Robert Fulton who put the steam boat on the river, Benjamin Franklin, and Eli Whitney who made the cotton gin, And, all those who went west our land to win. Three little country boys went to the little one room school, Just like our early presidents did in their day. They had to walk or ride horseback many miles each way. For the schools were much farther apart then. Today the world needs more leaders like them. illustration of a one room school house 110 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e55189980378aa5fe8a3e50507b0ebbb.jpg f37e6eef725b4fc01d7eb78f2f442671 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (119) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 111 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Quote: "There are many things that kids may know, this and that and thus and so." Our daughter especially remembers the time when she graduated from high school. Her Grandpa Griffith had died just a short time before. During commencement, one chair remained empty all evening. It was the chair which sat beside her grandmother, even though the room was full. We thinks that it was meant for Grandpa! Later during the reception at our house, there was an empty chair near Uncle Earl, his brother. It remained empty all evening. Our house was so crowded that many sat on our stairsteps in order to find a seat while refreshments were being served. When our first grandson was born, he had to be held many hours out of each day. If he was put down flat he would have chocked to death. Virginia, Dick, and Dick's mother, Eva Helwig , traded off. But, Dick had to go to work and Grandma Helwig returned home. Virginia took care of Rick as long as she could take. To help out, Aunt Mima, (Eleanor's sister) flew in from the East to relieve her. Rick has always been since that time someone special to Aunt Mima. We remember a lady who managed a nursing home at the south side of Westerville. It was a large brick home located in a grove of large trees. She loved her work, taking care of older women. Theresa Edelblute was a very kind and capable person, although she did not have much formal education. She always remembered their birthdays and holidays with something special for each one. We first met her when Eleanor had a tax office in Westerville. She didn't drive, but, they were within walking distance apart. She needed to have someone keep books and work her income tax. She was very honest and generous. Theresa was a joy to be around. Another fine lady whom we knew was Ruth Crawford. She took care of my mother until she died in 1966. She like Theresa, owned a large 2 story brick house. She was also, very kind and considerate. She was an Licensed Practical Nurse. I can remember the dinners she served for the whole family on our mother's birthday and other special occasions. Just before night, my mother would say "Ruth, if you will bring me some ice cream, I will go right to sleep!" She did and our mother went right to sleep. 111 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2c11b0f3dc17024ef698b5ae7bd7a259.jpg 12ea23e59d9e99b4d1250fc82c308972 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (120) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 112 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road I remember how well Rev. Sue Ann and Peter Elencovf visited people in the hospital and at home when they were sick, while she was pastor at our church. When I was in Grady Hospital in 1984, she visited me often. Later, when I was home, she and Peter visited me often. When Melvin Green was very sick, many times during the week before he died, she and Peter helped Melvin to the bathroom and even stayed all night. She said, "She felt that a minister's duty extended beyond their usual duties as a pastor. Just like an ordinary church members obligations extend beyond their regular job." Their friendliness to all in need was quite evident. One winter, when a man and his family from Scotland was staying at the Alum Creek State Park Campground, their boy became quite ill. She and Peter found a warm home for them. The kids were soon in school. A neighbor kept the children nearly a year. The man stayed in the basement of the parsonage until he could get a regular job. It was hard to get because he spoke very little English and our government could not help because they were not U.S. citizens. I can remember several close calls we had. One time when we were going up to Sandusky to see the kids and were about halfway there, the roads were covered with ice. I started to turn on the main road just as a big semi trailer was directly in front of us. I started to go under the middle of it. I saw that by just turning the wheel or using the brakes we would just slide right under it. So I spun the wheel like I used to do on the old Farmall regular on steel. This did it as the front wheels must have hit a little stone and the car righted itself. After it did this, of course, it sent it too far and was headed for the ditch on the other side. So, I spun the wheel back the other way and the car came back. Of course, we drove very slowly the rest of the way. Back in 1916, after we had been up to Lake Michigan, we were coming home from Toledo and driving past the oil wells near Findley. Dad was looking over in the fields and he got too close to the edge of the road. It was a steep bank as the road had been built up because the ground was flat. Well, Dad drove out in the field and back onto the road without stopping. We were lucky for a little farther on the ditches were 20 feet deep on either side. 112 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/af19d98cef69c705af0481de65fda253.jpg acd12513ce82167f51fbfda489f9c4e8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (121) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 113 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road I have been very fortunate, surviving several heart attacks and an open heart surgery. I have had several attacks over the pasted 40 years. My hardest attack happened January 25, 1984. They took me in at Grady Intensive Care Center for 6 days. I stayed in the hospital a total of 12 days at that time. I remember when a nurse asked me if I knew my name and where I was. While I was still in intensive care, I asked for a pencil and paper. She must have thought that I wanted to write my will, but, I wrote the poem "The Little Country Boys," instead. I went into Riverside Methodist Hospital and on June 25, 1985, I had open heart surgery. They said that my heart was deteriorating fast. Before they got through, they gave me quadruple bypass. They took the large veins out of my left leg and used them to repair my heart. Each time I was in the hospital I remember having a good time showing my poems and telling about what I was writing in my book to the staff. My surgeon Dr. McVickers, enjoyed them, too. I have special memories about when Virginia was in an automobile accident when she was coming home from 4-H Camp Ohio. She didn't think that she was hurt very much, but she banged her head very hard. Later, when she started to Ohio Wesleyan University, she passed out and couldn't remember many things. Dick helped her to classes and carried her up and down stairs. We soon found out that she had to have an operation on her head. The doctor went into her spinal column and with air broke up a blood clot. The doctor told us just before performing it that she might come out as a little child and she might have to be taken care of the rest of her life. After Ginny and Dick were married and they were both teaching in the Sandusky schools, one of her young students noticed her stumbling on the school steps. She was a doctor's daughter, and she told her dad. The doctor had just returned from a medical convention. There he had heard of something new that might help Virginia's case. He had her come to the office and he gave her a shot at the back of her skull. Not long after that she had a tremendous pain in her bad leg. The doctor told her that was what he wanted to hear, for the shot was working. This made her better in many ways. They had been married 7 years before they had their first child, Rick. 113 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/49c91dac06a8d22148edc94c692e60d3.jpg e3e0147e680aabea99d14f2b3a47bbd5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (122) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 114 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Soon after John was born they lived near Defiance. He developed a very high fever. The only doctor that they knew well at that time was one who was with Dick on the North-South Skirmsih team together, shooting their old muskets. "Doctor Fran" told them to bring him right in. They did so. John was allergic to penicillin and his high fever would soon damage the brain. Well, "Dr. Fran" also had come from a medical convention and had learned about a new drug that would control a fever like John's. It worked and took his fever down very fast. We often wonder, "How lucky can we get?" This we will never forget. I remember when Doctor Ihle sent Eleanor into the hospital for a tumor. They did the surgery but after sending me to Bernard Griffith's for the night she had trouble. Dr. Ihle left specific orders not to lay her bed down flat. One of the nurses didn't read the chart. Soon Eleanor passed out. She couldn't lay flat because of her heart condition. Soon several other nurses and the Sister Superior were at her bedside and corrected the situation. The nurse who didn't read the chart was in trouble. You see until this day, she has to sleep propped up in bed or in a chair. Just a few years ago, Virginia developed scurvy, a disease seldom found in modern days. It was often found on sailors who had spent many days on the sea without Vitamin C. Virginia had taken some medicine to reduce the pain of arthritis. Later she found out that it drained over 500 units of Vitamin C from her system daily. Her bones began to get out of shape and her teeth didn't set right right in her jaw. But, she kept right on teaching! The problem could have been quickly solved if she could have drank plenty of orange juice or other citrus fruits. But, she was very allergic to them and would break out both inside and out. A doctor in Toledo found that if she ate six or seven tomatoes, four cups of spinich, and plenty of tomato juice daily , it would give her plenty of Vitamin C. So within a few weeks, she was over it. My special memories continue building up as my granddaughter, Beth comes almost every evening to see me. We have a big deal each time deciding what to do if we should find a bedbug. After we have decided what to do with one if we found one, we would yell, "That'll fix them!" 114 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/04218f2a4a4161cd14dc5b60fcb89fb6.jpg 897aebb0268d2d88754fdd1b3971d1c9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (123) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 115 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road MY CHRISTMASES Beginning with Christmas in 1908 Is the story I want to relate. Dad would get out his fiddle and tune every string While playing it, he would begin to sing, "Hang up the baby's stockings. Don't you dare forget! For the dear little dimpled darling has never seen Christmas yet." He sang and played many songs While Mother on the organ would chord. About the birth of our Savior Jesus and coming of the Lord. We went to Grandma McWilliam's on Christmas Day. We bundled up and drove the horse all the way. I still remember the silver in the tall square glass And the salt cellars at each plate. Other things we had to pass. We had sweet potatoes and big slices of ham Along with Irish potatoes and sometimes a yam. For desert we had a three layer cake and two kinds of pie. They thought we were sick if we passed them by. After dinner Uncle Ed went up stairs, a nap to take. And old Santa came before he would awake. A few years later under the bed, we found some toys. This took some of the mystery of Christmas from us boys. It removed from us some of the joys With Cedar boughs, popcorn balls, and popcorn strung on a cord. We celebrated Christmas and the birth of our Lord. May the coming season bring you much cheer. With a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. from Ed and Eleanor Griffith Christmas 1986 illustration of Christmas window scene 115 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/138feced9bcfe7ad4eb0bae7b17ba161.jpg 9237ad763751d7759de369a914a734be Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (124) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 116 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road CHAPTER 16 A POTPOURRI OF POETRY Quote: Poetry is the rhythm of life. All of my life I've enjoyed listening to poetry recited or read by my mother. My brother, Pete (Donald) and I enjoy writing and sharing poetry with our families and friends on special occasions. In this chapter I want to share some of these with the reader. To Eleanor On Our Anniversary We have been married since 1933. My how lucky can two people be! With Virginia, our daughter, it made us three. You were given six months to live over fifty years ago. You have hoed to the end of a long hard row. Through thick and thin with a grin, You have managed somehow with a special spirit within. Your love for others came back to repay. And help us out along the way. Your love and help for me each day. May God bless you for this I pray. One more thing I want to say, Thanks for the encouragement you have given me each day. Our anniversaries now are fifty-four, and we look forward to having a few more. By Ed Griffith January1, 1987 116 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2a7c5d91086f7b203efbe84f57d21466.jpg b9031787314440e560c497a6bb80b381 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (125) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 117 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ELEANOR 55 years ago today We went to Delaware to see a display Of engagement rings which we sought. We found one there which we bought. A very small one , a sample that fit. And a sparkle in your eyes was again relit. I remember on our first date, We went to swim in Robbins Lake. We used the rings and also the slide. We were wet to the hide. From that time on, we saw each other. And during that summer there wasn't another. On New Years Day we were married And over the threshold you were carried. Virginia was born in 1934 on the second of May. This is part of my memories yet today. To Eleanor from Ed on her Birthday July 30, 1987 To Eleanor on Valentine's Day Goodness, Gracious, Sakes Alive, Sometime this summer, you'll be 75, And I will soon be seventy-eight. I want to show that I appreciate, The many things that you have done, To make our lives so full of fun. So on this Valentine's Day, There is one thing I want to say. Won't you be my my valentine? I will be yours, if you'll be mine. 117 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/287975e693677c8a692bc9f9c3821cc3.jpg 134bcf099ab652c511155e957c3c7109 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (126) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 118 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road To Eleanor While You're in Grady We all know you have had a stroke, But, you are as sturdy as an oak. While you were in Intensive Care, Your many friends offered a prayer. Now you are in room 302 We are glad that you are better, too. Now you can sit up in a chair, And soon you will be out in the air. It gives us joy beyond compare! Soon we will take you home, And then each day your hair we'll comb. We will build a fire and make a stew, Wait on you the whole day through. You will have forever chased the blues, When you can write The Sunbury News. On Getting Home Now that you are coming home once more You'll soon be walking in the door, Walking again across the floor Carrying many cards galore, And have further health to restore. We wish to welcome you once more On Friday, August 8th Eleanor! Ed Griffith August 1986 118 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/12d97a7d3d484b30d9d4440bc059bfbe.jpg 5242a7826b87c711f7011ebb92743707 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (127) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 119 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road A Letter to Beth Dear Beth, Hello, Beth, how are you, today? We are doing fine and are O.K. Here are some things I want to say. Carol with horse is headed Ohio way. September the 10th, on a Wednesday. Tim has been down so we could see. Another look at his car. So he could be Out for a drive in the country. He came over and talked to Eleanor and me. Your Dad and Rick are making shelves for books. It will give more room and change the looks, Of the hall and your mother's bedroom. In the center of it, you will have more room soon, To run the sweeper and use the broom. So when you get home it will make you grin. But, to get through the hall, you will have to be thin. We would love to go out New Mexico way. But, it looks to us like we will have to stay. We love the letters that we get from you. We read them over, through and through. So, for the present they will have to do. I am sending with this letter a $20 bill. Please send 2 more books, if you will. I think that that will fill the bill For the places for them it will fill. We misplaced one and we haven't found it still. I took my syrup that was sugar free, And went to the pancake supper and had my tea! Several people were interested in my syrup So they could go home and build their supply up. Because they had to avoid sugar like me. I am sending some poems for you to read. And am surprised at my self to succeed. In making you laugh at this homey creed. Our hearts are with you and may they feed Your desire for a letter, let it be said It's from a Grandpa whose name is Ed. Love, Grandma & Grandpa Griffith 119 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/41b03963a5d6747b0e513d2c0e1895a6.jpg 025cdcfa0c7936396dd9e5a7ce3ba05b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (128) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 120 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Happy Anniversary - Dick and Ginny There were two kids who went to OWU. And they liked each other too. They decided that together they would paddle their matrimonial canoe. Virginia graduated from Berlin and Dick from Maumee. By chance they were brought together under a tree. Near Sulphur spring My what a friendship that did bring. Their birthdays were only 10 days apart. I suppose that had something to do with the attraction of the heart. They were married on August 29, 1954. Like may others who went before. Most of Virginias relations attended, there were quite a few. And, her OWU suite mates were there too. Dick Helwig's folks had a very long ride They came to see the knot was securely tied. With our only child I walked down the aisle. I held the tears back and forced a smile. I gave her away along with my wife. From that time on there would be a great change in our life. Just as the great young oak started from the small acorn. Several years later Rick, John, and Beth were born. Grandma and Grandpa then tooted their horn. They move acrossed the road when we were ill indeed. And took care of our every need. Here now they paddle their matrimonial canoe. And adding work and fun to life while they are doing it too. And so we wish them many more years of happiness And many more years of matrimonial bliss. While they paddle across their matrimonial sea. May God's love forever over see, from the wonderful powers that be. Love, -Daddy 120 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4e87a7b85b92fe7ec023c2a2976b9361.jpg 12e302ba217eda788856ef84d17f2ff1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (129) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 121 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Another child When your son or daughter gets married, It's not like losing a child, You will gain a son or a daughter Perhaps, later gain a new grandchild. Then with the holidays each year. New voices will fill your ear. You can see them growing up. Or watch them play with a cat or pup Or watch them at their graduation And you will receive a special invitation. Your future in-laws aren't quite as smart, as you think they should be. But, it's amazing how smart their children are, you will soon see. So, accept your in-laws as they are, It may save your child from a divorce. That is what you want them to keep from having, of course. A Little Boy's Lament Our daughter teaches little kids in her school. When a little boy went to the bathroom in front of the stool, He wet his pants from crotch to cuff. And said "Teacher, I didn't sticked it out far enough!" A Little Girl's Puppy A little girl came to school one day. And, when the children went out to play, She told the kids about her puppy. How they took it to the veterinary. Who placed it in "Neutral" so it could be, Out in the country running free. 121 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/875d81220715cae584d1c98df7a8a56f.jpg 32b0543a97eae81829378f2e3e52ca0c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (130) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 122 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Chewing Tobacco "Tobacco is a filthy weed, some people used to say, Perhaps, those folks never used it in their day. Some thought it was very good, Others never really understood, And thought how can a person be so rude, To chew it like it was their food. In the country store was a pot-bellied stove shaped like a balloon, And near it on the floor was a copper spittoon. To this day I still remember it, Covered all over with tobacco spit. As they gathered each day, it was very soon, That they saw how far away they could hit the spittoon. Many of them chewed the brand, Beach Nut, But some chewed the leaf, they dried in their hut. Some chewed Star Tobacco, sold in a plug, Others chewed Red Mule. It took an expert to hit the mug, While sitting on the distant stool. Others chewed cigars, starting from the butt. Some played checkers part of the time, And spit more tobacco juice upon the line. Some ate crackers together with cheese, And chewed tobacco at the same time with ease. Then took another chaw to face the breeze. When riding to church in my Sunday best, To hear the preacher and to be blessed, At time I got tobacco juice on my vest, The driver when having to spit Leaned out the car, but not very far, And it blew back on you, whereever you'd sit. The men at the church used a spittoon with much precision, Or used a tin can with much discretion. To learn when someone was chewing was quite remote, For they just let the juice go down their throat. And a few men sat in the "Amen" Corner, While chewing tobacco with dignity and honor. And for the ladies, the use of snuff, Was more appropriate than the powder puff. They put put tobacco on a deep cut, Until it was sealed shut. When garden bugs were found, It was then they used it in the ground. Now, tobacco is not a filthy weed, But, this much I shall concede. It is how they use it, I do believe, Like wiping the spit upon your sleeve. 122 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/87a4e3debca02d38811261170e43168a.jpg 4e211b228086064890d6fe66de18b5d4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (131) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 123 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Class of 1927 Berlin High School in 1927 Graduated a class that numbered eleven. Four of them boys; of girls, there were seven, Eight of them are left, three are in heaven. As they grew, some traveled afar. They did many things but, none ran a bar. They oftn wrote letters to keep in touch, A banker, a merchant, salesman, and such A minister's wife, teacher, farmers, and housewives, Each learning to cope with stress in their lives. Now they are together after 57 years To tell of their lives and shed a few tears, And hear familiar voices that recall the past. My, how can those years travel so fast! Now, I must stop this rambling rhyme So, to visit you will still have the time To exchange your memories and also a smile, Or just to sit and be together awhile. Ed Griffith For August 6, 1984 123 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/464776e1e278f4bb454aa122d64e5687.jpg 0230f320598ae0535571fb8e57f4b816 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (132) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 124 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road A Warm January A warm January can bring a lot of flu, Colds and other illnesses, too. I don't know why but it seems to be true. Of course, people attend more things, too. I guess when snow and ice are on the ground, We don't travel much around. We wear the heaviest clothing that can be found. We don't expose ourselves to sudden changes And we eat meals from our kitchen ranges. August I think that summer is on the wain For the wind seldom moves the weather vane. We hear the muffled sounds of a distant train And the fireflies are blinking over the terrain. The days are hot, and I must find the shade somehow. And at night pull the covers toward by brow. The horseflies are biting the family cow. Dog days are here just about now. Summer is over this time of year. And signs of Autumn will soon be near. The corn is filling out the ear. All speak of a change in the atmosphere. The frogs don't croak like they did And soon we will hear the katydid. The young birds are hopping and soon will bid Farewell before winter clamps on its lid. The sounds of the evening are quite still Save for the call of the whip-poor-will As it flies somewhere over the hill And the ripple of the water in the rill. Eleanor, will note the changing leaves this coming fall. And for the the Sunbury News she will tell it all. I think that there are several reasons Why everyone needs some change of seasons. 124 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5c0780a934593963e97d9de4e80fc3fd.jpg e0a1319ef043dc1387bf2e320a9d0403 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (133) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 125 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road September There are many things that we remember, Like 30 days has September. The sun is warm in midday, But also, autumn is on its way. A hint of frost is in the air, But a killing frost is rare. A lot of folks are holding their county fair. The corn husks are turning brown, The grass is growing less around. The process of drying will soon begin, It's time to clean out each storage bin. We will have some rain at equinox, And a chicken will be eaten by a fox. We can hardly believe that it's so, But a young rooster is starting to crow. The turkey is strutting like he owns the place. Soon the holidays, he will have to face. The new colt is running around, Did you see how quickly is covering ground? Still, September is one of the best., It's a month to be enjoyed along with the rest. Ed Griffith September 1, 1986 125 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ffdcd6a71c3dbfbd094c8d7049542f56.jpg e7fdef5a7ca51042eb43fef9c0fde7df Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (134) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 126 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road October Winter like weather will be here soon. The Indians call it "The Falling Leaf Moon". First, the ash , then the maple trees. But, the oak is last to loose its leaves. The squirrels are gathering their supply Of all kinds of nuts to use by and by. They say it's the driest month we have. but, a couple of times I know we have had More rain than we wanted which made us sad. The ground became so full of mud. That the harvesting ended with a thud. This wasn't predicted by the astronimers And it wasn't apreciated by the farmers Before the month is over, it will start to snow. In the sky will be some black clouds and you'll know. That winter is coming to bring us some cold, And at some farms thing will be sold. The harvest is progressing, some are through. The beans and corn are being stored, too. Some wood is cut for the stove or fireplace. The livestock have each taken their place In the barn. They are fed some hay. "Will it last out the winter?" We say. More covers are needed for the bed. Especially when no one is sleeping with Ed. 126 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4bf27e1685d592fb16559a650ba91d51.jpg 0c3c697fd577dac3c86f06aed5059654 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (135) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 127 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Advising Birds Turtle dove, Turtle dove, What are your thinking of? Says Robin, Robin Red Breast: "Where should I build my nest?" Says Mr. Big Black Crow: "I think you are in the know!" Cardinal red, Cardinal red, Get this through your little head, Build your nest in the Cedar Tree. There little birds safe will be. Red bird, bluebird Haven't you already heard? Chickadee, chickadee Said: "Now listen to me, Build your nest in the barn, So it will be away from harm." Whippoorwill, Whippoorwill, Calling them from over the hill: "Build you nest beside the rill." Says Killdeer, Killdeer: ". . . in the meadow away from fear." Says Meadow Lark, Meadow Lark: "Don't be afraid of the dark!" With all this advice, the nest they will call their own, Will be built the same old way that they always have known. 127 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/597a3de5e48651133380cc5e8b222ed0.jpg b2c17b4924a55576b72f89ae52299785 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (136) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 128 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Weather Predictions When a rooster crows when he goes to bed. He will get up with a wet head. Evening red and morning gray. Will set the travelers on their way But, if the evening is gray and the morning is red. It will pour rain on the traveler's head. Rainbow at night, sailors delight. Rainbow in the morning sailors take warning. Fish scales and mare's tails. Make ship's carry tall sails. If the wind stays in the east for a long time and it does not rain. It's a sign you'll get only a sprinkle on your window pain. Mare's -tails in the sky. It will not over 48 hours stay dry. Winter fog will roast a dog. A summer fog will a roast a hog, When many turkeys run and fly. Soon a storm will come from the sky. When a robin sings "Cheer up, cheer up." It is going to clear up. When circling tree tops swing and sway. A wind storm will hit you soon that day. Often there's a calm just before a storm, you should know. When the wind hits you can seek shelter and there to go. Rolling clouds from the northwest. It will be a heavy storm and hope for the best. Don't read the wooly worm in September. You can predict the winter weather better in December. All signs fail in a drought Whether east, west, north, or south. It's hard to beat the weather man. But, sometimes we think old folks can! 128 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/54366be9ac36a2db46448dd1a4e339ff.jpg 4763ac3ebebb0066b7dae6734f900f6c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (137) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 129 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Lonesome When your feeling awful lonesome and there is no one there to talk. And you don't feel well enough to go for a walk, It is nice to have someone with you, even if they don't say anything much Except to note about the weather, whether cold or hot or such. When things are awful quiet and you want to take a nap. It is nice to have a teddy bear a laying on you lap. The kind that if you squeeze him, he will let out a little squeek. And the next thing you know you have had a little sleep. Or you can look out of the window to see what you can see. Snow, rain, or sunshine, or watch a birdie in a tree. But . . . All of this is better when you have some company. This is needed to refresh your memory, Of the things that happened while you were very young and free. So, when you feel lonesome and all alone. Just pick up your fountain pen or perhaps your telephone. illustration of a Teddy bear 129 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/72e000d8187e195c072234ea16aaae72.jpg 9bd3e1d690b0bbdb0d31765f0aba1618 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (138) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 130 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road POSTSCRIPT "THEM THAT KIN BRAG WITHOUT LYIN', LET 'EM BRAG" Sign in Dr. Ihle's office 130 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/62c3fa8c863d3c75bee1f49d6f69460f.jpg 890b8059bf9c7fee53162e04dbbfd0d3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (139) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 131 of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (139) THE NOBLE NEWS Vol. 5, No. 36 SPECIAL EDITION May 30, 1984 HELWIG FAMILY GOING HOME photo of Virginia Helwig MRS. VIRGINIA HELWIG, teacher, adviser, willing worker and friend will enter Noble's first grade room today for the last time as its teacher. She is resigning and with her family will be moving back to the farm. Home to Mrs. Helwig had always been the farm on which she spent her childhood; the home of her parents located near Delaware, Ohio. Here the Helwigs have a country home that sits beside a pond: a pond that tempts one to stop work relax a while and enjoy the countryside. Mrs. Helwig has been a first grade teacher at Noble School since 1968. She was hired by the Northeastern School District in the fall of 1967, with her first assignment being remedial reading classes at the Tiffin School. The Helwig Family is a family of achievers. Mrs. Helwig is a super teacher;her husband, Richard Helwig is a professor at Northwest Technical College; eldest son Richard (Rick), attends Defiance College and will soon re- ceive a degree in math education; second son, John, will graduate from Northwest Technical College on June 10 with a degree in audio- visual; and the youngest, Elizabeth (Beth), will graduate from Defiance High School on June 3, and will attend Otterbein College, Westerville, Ohio, in the fall. Involved and active in many areas at school and in the community, Mrs. Helwig has super- vised such activities as Right-To-Read Week, a Wheel of Pennies for the Easter Seal foun- dation, field Day activities, Academic A- Fairs, school carnivals, etc. She has always been a staunch supporter and conscientious worker of the Noble P. T. O. The entire Helwig family was involved in all the past productions of The Young People's Theatre Guild. Mr. and Mrs. Helwig were members of the original founders committee for AuGlaize Village. Space is too limited to list all of the commitments of this wonder- ful family. We'll miss you in so many ways, Ginny. You and your family have been a part of our lives for many years. Now we can only wish you the best of luck and much happiness back home. photo of Helwig Residence, complete with pond Address: The Helwigs 1750 S. 3B's and K Rd. Galena, Ohio 43021 The Golden Chain of Friendship Friendship is a GOLDEN CHAIN. And like a rare and precious jewel It's treasured more each year . . . It's clasped together firmly With a love that's deep and true, and it's rich with happy memories And fond recollections, too . . . http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2b1b79610d44b00b3f14c4f04093b599.jpg 2aefff3c0f99b85b4963e42536c0bb57 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road (140) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to back cover of 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Family Histories Description An account of the resource This collection contains family histories that have been written by residents of the Big Walnut area. Items in this collection generally contain genealogical information about the families, personal anecdotes, and images of family members. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road Subject The topic of the resource Berlin Township--Ohio--History Delaware County--Ohio--History Griffith, Edward E (1908-1990) Griffith, Eleanor Shade (1911-1989) Griffith family--Genealogy Rarden--Ohio--History Description An account of the resource 77 Years on Johnnycake Road is a collection of poems and stories written by Edward Griffith about his family and friends. The book has 16 chapters and is illustrated. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Edward E. Griffith Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Classroom - Museum Products Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1987 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Illustrator: Richard M. 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Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (1) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to cover of A Little Bird Told Us http://66.213.124.233/files/original/91e576833ba14e797d1ccc26478782cd.jpg e47f59911c5936ca66c6c72fa7ac0504 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (2) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to title page of A Little Bird Told Us By Eskham and Ethel Hayes Community Library Sunbury , Ohio 1995 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d8cef1887a2e19a51711ddf36610a1f1.jpg db0db597c149ab8f40b3f71a49c15882 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (3) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to photo of the authors of " A Little Bird Told Us" Ethel & Eskham 1992 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fec52b658a2011cfcccbe1903ce017e6.jpg 59a91b0a5ab95ce3137582b9e409af90 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (4) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to Preface of "A Little Bird Told Us " Preface In April 1995, I started a program at the Community Library called 'For Our Children's Children' using Bob Greene's book, To Our Children's Children, as a guide. many members of the community were asked to come to the library, pick up a copy of the book and begin a tour down memory lane. Eskham and Ethel Hayes attended that meeting and when it was over they were still sitting with their heads together discussing his first Valentine of which she knew nothing. Thus the journey began. Monthly, Eskham and Ethel attended an open discussion group to help trigger the memories and erase the fears of committing them to paper. It has been a long process as their notebooks traveled to the library to be input into the computer, to the Hayes' household for editing, back to the library for computer corrections, etc. You are holding the end result of a seven month labor of love. You have a rich family heritage and I hope this will start each of you on your own journey as you continue the tradition. Enjoy! Polly Horn Community Library Director http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9d3f913139af9275f65d3dd898d4b77e.jpg 176c68d30839e42de5a34af7ca0ffb5f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (5) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 2 of A Little Bird Told Us Ancestors Ethel's Grandparents Great, Great Grandfather Samuel Gilmore was born at sea 8 days before landing from Ireland. Grandmother Nancy Stephens married Andrew Rich March 1860. They had one daughter, Ella Rich. Grandmother then married Samuel Gilmore who had two children, Wesley, and Sade. They had daughters, Mary Elizabeth Jane and Louisa Belle. Twin boys died at birth. My mother's mother lived on Frambes Avenue in Columbus. She and my aunt took in students as roomers to make their living. I never enjoyed going there because I always had to be quiet. My grandmother had a piano and I really wanted to play it but I had to be quiet because grandmother was old (she was 86 at death) and I couldn't disturb the students that might be studying. I did enjoy sitting on the front porch and swinging while I watched the people go by. My grandmother always wore a black or dark dress and always a lace trimmed black bonnet. She had one with no lace that she wore at night. My grandmother Gilmore was always known for being very frank. She only said what she thought regardless who was around. When I was a small girl she was at our new home one time and a couple came to buy sheep from my Father. Pictured top right is Nancy Rich Gilmore Ethel's Grandmother .2. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/33051360bc2f424ca3546a704ba6d88c.jpg 6fc7c5bd19aad829f15ae16ed51fcc69 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (6) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 3 of A Little Bird Told Us The man went to see the sheep and the lady was invited in the house. She had on riding britches and when she sat down she tried to wrap her coat around her legs and my grandmother said, " I think I would try to cover them up too." When my parents were first married my father didn't like fat meat and she told him he would see the day that he would be glad to have a piece of fat meat. Another saying of hers was that she told my father that any woman could and would be a good cook if she had plenty of supplies to run to. I have been told I am like my grandmother Gilmore because some times I speak and then listen. My grandmother Gilmore died when I was in the 4th grade. And I remember going to Monroe County to her funeral. We went by car as far as Quaker city and from there to the cemetery we rode in buggies. The road was nothing but mud. I don't remember riding in buggies before we got a car. Our first car was an Overland Sedan. It had side curtains you put on if it rained or in the winter time. I can remember they used to leave one curtain off in winter time or I would get sick. We didn't go much in the wintertime. When he completed the local school, my Father went to Lebanon, Ohio, and took a six weeks course. He passed his test and he went back to Calais and was hired to teach in a one room school. I think he was paid $15 a month, walked 5 miles to school. He was janitor as well as teacher. My mother just attended the local school. .3. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/26e33bfa10660292b5450c8f2bd1b33c.jpg 59940694121c20ef87218a4f2e3838f5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (7) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 4 of A Little Bird Told Us Ed's Great-Grandparents The story has been passed down through the years is that Bazeal's real family name is Hohimer. His father suppossingly died and his mother brought his sister and him to Kentucky from Virginia. Then she married Isaac Hayes who reared Bazeal. Bazeal was born March 28, 1806, but no other record has been found. Bazeal Hayes 1806-1877 1. Married Sarah Pack in 1825. Had 13 children in 25 years. Sarah died in 1849. He was without a wife 3 1/2 months. 2. Married Ardelia Bowling in 1850 when she was 14 years old. They had 14 children including one set of twins, Walter and Matthew. Bazeal Hayes is buried between his two wives in George Creek Cemetery in Kentucky above Charley on a hill above Mary Church. EB and I along with Jeffery Stimmel and Ralph Boggs visited the grave. His second wife, Ardelia has to be admired for accepting such responsibilities. Three of his children were married, two were older and one the same age as she, one was only two. She was mother to 10 when she got married. In the first four years she had two pregnancies that ended in miscarriages. Then she had eleven more. Her last child was born when Ardelia was 42 and Bazael was 71 years old. This child only lived 5 months. There was one set of twins. Pictured lower left is Ardelia Hayes Bazeal Hayes' wife Eskham's Great - grandmother .4. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f19886ea2cc9a50d8a3b051f04341915.jpg cb29a7070a470dfb2fcc5c324b51f946 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (8) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to title page 5 of A Little Bird Told Us They were not identical, Walter and Matthew. She told EB's Aunt Eva that her grandmother Ardelia told her Walter came first and the doctor said, "there is another one and I laughingly told him I don't want it." The twin named Walter was Eskham's Grandfather. Walter Hayes (12-6-1865 to 8-23-1930) married on 3-19-1885 Sarah Frances Daniels (3-25-1867 to 1-6-1932) 1. Linzie Hayes (2-6-1886 to 7-18-1972) Married Maude Preston (1-24-1886 to 9-16-1973) 2. Bazeal (Bas) Hayes (5-27-1888 to 10-24-1965) Married Amanda Alice Ramey (6-20-1890 to 7-11-1862) 3. Eva Hayes (3-10-1893 to 5-25-1985) Married South Dixon (5-8-1889 to 3-24-1957) Pictured top right Walter Hayes (twin) Eskham's grandfather .5. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bed2733fa2b73fbe498670a01f5a488e.jpg bba27cc2d4e2f66fb0ba18cde4fc0774 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (9) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to 6 page of A Little Bird Told Us Ethel's Family Mordecia Harvey Warner 9-5-1871 to 3-25-56 Married 8-31-1892 Louisa Belle Gilmore 4-17-1874 to 6-28-36 1. Mildred Elvira Warner (5-23-1895 to 7-11-1907). Burned to death when 12. 2. Rodney Johnson Warner, twin (9-16-1897 to 12-11-1969). Married 9-9-1920, Esther Mae Winget( 5-6-1893 to 4-17-1983) 2. Roger Barton Warner, twin, (9-16-1897 to 11-20-1983). Married on 1-2-1920 a. Jessie Von McAdams (8-31-1900 to 6-12-1936) Married on 12-21-1940 b. Gladys Marie Jacoby (11-21-1898 to 2-5-1988) 3. Thurman Gilmore Warner (5-20-1902 to 12-29-1982) Married on 10-31-1921 Josephine Olney Woodward (11-26-1906 to 2-6-1986). 4. James Hubert Warner (11-5-1904 to 9-26-1988) Married on 6-20-1929 Helen Louise Borst (4-9-1904 to 1-6-1984). Pictured is Harvey Warner, Ethel's Father 1938. Louisa Warner, Ethel's Mother 1931. .6. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/725785ba6e9dce76b07a0a5b19b18938.jpg f71c711d13237d94d23abdb89ff573c5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (10) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 7 of A Little Bird Told Us 5. Hildred Harvey Warner (7-22-1908 to 12-30-1991) Married on 11-26-1932 Helen Rhuemilla Arthur (4-8-1910 to 3-19-1995) 6. Shirley Ethel Warner (6-29-1913 - ) Married on 9-4-1937 Eskham Bas Hayes 10-24-1911 to - ) Ethel's Parents Before Marriage Pictured at left is Louisa Belle Gilmore, Ethel's mother. Pictured at right is Harvey Warner and Louisa Gilmore. .7. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5508bd79f745ff2aaf75c39c59feb6d4.jpg 606afa2d39e0b40fe81d0f8f54703201 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (11) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 8 of A Little Bird Told Us Ethel's Parents Wedding Picture Pictured is Mr. and Mrs. M. H. Warner .8. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e8ec5fd51e214a3f3e822176f95d5b8e.jpg 191eb85edf3b0b2967da5d8ec89e9150 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (12) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 9 of A Little Bird Told Us Eskham's Family I. Bazeal (Bas) Hayes 95-27-1888 to 10-24-1965) Married Amanda Alice Ramey (6-20-1890 to 7-11-1862) A. Walter Douglas Hayes (8-6-1908 to 9-3-1977) Married on 11-3-1928 Charlotte Rhoads (10-21-1909 - ) B. Aubrey Hayes (10-9-1909 - 12-7-1995) Married 10-21-1939 Julia Ann Smee (3-11-1920 - ) C. Eskham Bas Hayes (10-24-1911 - ) Married 9-4-1937 Shirley Ethel Warner (6-29-1913 - ) Our Family a. Mary Louisa (6-12-1938 - ) Married on 8-10-1958 Kenneth Mackley (7-20-1938 - ) b. Alice Maxine (6-23-1939 - ) Married on 8-30-1959 Jack Leroy Stimmel (11-12-1935 - ) Pictured is Amanda Alice Hayes, Eskham's mother. .9. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/40781f318f5b3a90ca6f9aea17f4bc1b.jpg e8e9654b406f9c6534cd1b9fc8129ccc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (13) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to title page 10 of A Little Bird Told Us c. Eskham Bas Jr. (7-31-1944 - ) Married on 5-22-1970 Clarice Jeane Disbennett (5-22-1949 - ) d. Shirley Juanita (8-20-1945 - ) Marred on 9-6-1964 a. Michael Lee McMullen (11-24-1944 - ) Married on 4-5-1986 b. Patrick M. McFadden (11-25-1946 - ) Eskham's Family Pictured is the Hayes family - Eskham, Aubrey, Walter, Mother and Father .10. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ae5fa4e6831052faf5d5417b4f3d19d9.jpg e8f71891b00071b10c835cdc00507104 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (14) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 11 of A Little Bird Told Us Eskham and Ethel Remember I have very poor memories of grandparents. all I remember of my father's father was going back to his funeral. Rodney carried me upstairs to see My Aunt Jennie who was bedfast. they wanted me to talk to her thru a funnel connected to a tube and she had the other end of the tube in her ear. She was very hard of hearing. I wouldn't talk to her. I don't remember even seeing my Grandfather. I remember being at Grandmother's once and she was preparing a chicken. She washed the chicken with soapy water to be sure it was clean. The when she cut it up she pulled the lining from the intestines and fried them in a skillet until they were real crisp. They sure were good. Eskham had fond memories of visiting all of his grandparents. His grandfather Hayes fell from the back of a pick-up truck and was killed. His grandfather Remy lived in southern Ohio. We visited him when the girls were about 2 and 3. He had a lot of black hair, snappy black eyes and was 6 feet tall. He asked EB to go to the garden with him and tell him what was wrong with his ground. His sweet potatoes were so large the ground was cracked about the ridges. They were sure good sweet potatoes. At that visit I admired a beautiful small pedestal cake plate that was in his cupboard. He gave it to me. We went down to buy some sorghum molasses and Grandfather took us to a neighbor to see some. He said it wasn't good because it had a "farewell taste". So we wet to another neighbor and bought 25 gallons. Of course, we shared it with my brothers. My father joined the Church of Christ when young. It was a church that didn't believe in instrumental .11. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0fe6a51041f75636b2ebbf1f725895f3.jpg 168a8681b35c1c92a08ab3c2545f3ec1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (15) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 12 of A Little Bird Told Us music although they did a lot of singing. My mother was raised a Methodist. Mother always said they didn't like my grandparents to be together because they always argued religion or politics. The Warners were Democrats and the Gilmores Republicans and they were of different religions. There was only one church in Woodstock. It was Universalist. My dad didn't like that but Mother always encouraged me to attend the Sunday School. I wasn't until after we were married and had our children that our family was baptised as a unit and EB and I joined the Methodist Church in Sunbury. I think we joined in 1950 and have been active ever since. The children went thru confirmation classes and joined later. I always told everyone that it was tough to be raised by 5 older brothers. They were different personalities but I adored them all. Four of them were OSU graduates and all were school teachers at the same time. R.B. and R.J. became School superintendents. J.H, left teaching and became a County Agent. J. H. later became a beef specialist at O.S.U. R. B. was the first to combine Agriculture and Superintendent. H.H. left teaching and worked as a Armour meat salesman. T. G. quit school during his senior year because he got married. Josephine was a freshman. Thurman and Josephine weren't permitted to finish school because they were married. Josephine was an only child born after her father and sister died. She was raised by her mother and grandmother. Thurman and Josephine had 13 children, one died at 8 months. Thurman always farmed with our Father until he moved to Utica. Josephine was very active in club work and could do all kinds of handiwork. They came to Florida to visit us .12. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0859ff64a12b390b9ae78e34cef8d804.jpg 962d294828297a6f2d01aac45f0fd2fb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (16) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 13 of A Little Bird Told Us one time and she taught me to 'tat' after I learned to tie many knots. I think for the knowledge of my grandchildren I would like to include the story of my sister. She was the first child my mother and Father had. She was a very pretty 'red headed girl' named Mildred Elvira. She was 2 1/2 when my twin brothers were born so she acted as their babysitter. When she was 12 1/2 Mildred was putting wood into the cook stove. The sticks were put in from the front and as she opened the door flames came out and caught her hair and dress on fire. She ran out the door and Rodney (only 10) ran after her and rolled her on the ground. Doctors did all they could to help her and she lived 21 days. I am sure with the new medicines we have today she might have recovered. Hubert was a baby when this happened. Hildred was born a year and 11 days later. Hildred is used for either boy or girl and that was near as they could come to Mildred. My brother Hildred was always disgusted whenever he got mail from some girls' school or cosmetic company. The fact that I was a girl when I arrived 5 years later made them happy. Pictured is Mildred Warner, Ethel's sister. .13. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c18c83efbf6bcd652d89d2f9a0258b04.jpg 3a4a0ebf01de810df9574c37c9255c8f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (17) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 14 of A Little Bird Told Us In the Beginning . . . The morning I was born my twin brothers were sent on horseback to notify the doctor. When the doctor left he asked my Dad what he was going to call me. He said, "Nancy Jane." About the time of our 25th wedding anniversary, we were required to get our Social Security numbers. When I sent for our birth certificates, I found that Shirley Ethel didn't exist. My father was still living and Juanita was working at the State office so we got it straightened out. My mother has told it took two weeks to settle on my name. EB's birth certificate was messed up, too, but he got his corrected. We didn't need them for marriage. It was just a government ruling. We told the children we had 4 illegitimate kids before we got our names straightened out! Pictured are Eskham B. Hayes (1911) on the left and Shirley Ethel Warner (1913) on the right. .14. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7703247afdfbd23b0bce5b579ee76c9f.jpg 2f59cd13afbc635c5e4eff5dd825571f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (18) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 15 of A Little Bird Told Us My childhood time was spent in Woodstock. We moved there when I was 2 1/2. I remember going to a Red Cross auction during World War I and I rode on my father's shoulders. I don't remember my brothers being in the service, but they were on the train from Columbus to enter the war when it ended. They had their basic training in Columbus and were on their way to Chillicothe for the army assignment. I remember my twin brothers coming home from OSU and there was always candy, peanuts or gum in their pockets for me. At that time I wearing high top laced shoes and I always made them tie them for me. Thurman was the one that usually walked me to school. We lived in the last house that didn't get to ride the wagon. When the water was high under the bridge (RR) Thurman would ride with me on Ole Bill. I walked past an open field and when the snow was blowing it was just like pins being stuck into my legs. The area between my shoes and coat even hurt today when I see the snow blowing. Just before my mother's birthday, I was in Claypool and Weist store at Woodstock with Thurman. I saw a beautiful purse I was sure my Mother would love to have. It was gold rim clasp and a gold chain handle. It was made from a blue flowered silk lined with pink. It was so pretty I just had to have it for Mother. Father had Thurman take me back and get it. Mother was pleased but it matched my dress more than hers so she asked me to carry it. It really was a child's purse but I still remember how pretty it was. Eskham has a very vivid picture that he remembers as a child, 5 yrs. old. When they visited the neighbor the picture scared him. Mr. and Mrs. Bidwell were .15. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/071d12b629974b35f05251c767def57f.jpg c2258d75f9d4f13a91bfba992495be04 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (19) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 16 of A Little Bird Told Us quite old. This picture was depicting the end of the world. It seemed to be a big roller rolling over people and holes filled with fire. He never liked the picture. His family was husking corn across from their house when they heard all the bells ringing. That was the announcement of the end of World War I. One fall day seven of EB's friends became disgusted with school and everything so the boys decided to go west. They followed the tracks beyond Bush Lake and no slow freight car came by. Eskham suggested to the boys they should wait until warm weather because they weren't dressed for cold weather. They returned home. A few months later, a couple of the boys left. Kenneth Smith was my neighbor. He was a year younger than me. He used to carry a sack of hard tack candy in his pocket. I have eaten many a piece that he had sucked the outside coating from. This same Kenneth used a match to look in their gas tank to see if they needed gas. Needless to say, his face and hair were badly burned. My older brothers and Kenneth's older brother used to give us pennies if we would kiss each other. Those kisses didn't mean a thing to us. Kenneth Smith was killed in one of the first battles in WWII. The smiths owned a yellow car. It was the first I ever rode in. My dad hired Mr. Smith to take my grandmother and us to the Ohio Caverns. I got sick but I always said I got sick because the car was yellow. The first car I remember my Father had was an Overland with side curtains you buttoned on in winter. Eskham' s first automobile ride was with Dr. Baker from Mechanicsburg, Ohio, to Mount Carmel Hospital when he was 4 years old. He was operated on for appendicitis. His mother stayed with him. His mother .16. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6425e56e4260e4159b621264edbe1861.jpg 577a42460bd5848e410af44d48561144 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (20) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 17 of A Little Bird Told Us passed out and they brought her something to drink. When she smelled it she came to but refused to drink it. EB has a scar about 8 inches where they did the surgery. Eskham remembers another time when he was quite small that his mother had unbuttoned the back door of his underwear and he was running down the path to their outdoor toilet and an old gander tried to take a "chunk" out of his backside. He had a bruised place for a long time. EB made his first money by beating rugs, mowing yard or weeding a garden. You might get paid 50c for beating a rug or mowing a yard. He earned money picking cherries or grapes. His older brothers were working at a factory in town. The factory canned green beans and tomatoes. The first time he picked beans with his brothers the boss paid him the same as the others. This made him happy. He started delivering the Columbus Dispatch all over town. He had to meet the train at 6:06 where the papers were thrown off. He sold the papers for 2c. He got 3/4 of a cent for delivering the paper. In the fall when he was entering the eighth grade, he helped O. P. Smith pick up potatoes that he had plowed out. That evening Mr. Smith asked him if he would like to learn to work in the store. He worked there for the next 5 years. He was paid $5 a week. In the summer you open store at 7 and close at 9:30 p.m. During school you opened, returned at noon so the boss could go eat, and then back after school. At that time gasoline was 15c, kerosene 8c, bread 9c, round steak 25c per lb., 4 1/2 lbs. sugar 25c. When he was in high school, the kids, (including me) always liked to buy candy from him. He passed it out by "handfuls" rather than weighing. For 2 or 3 pennies you could get a couple handfuls of the best square fruit drops. .17. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9c644fa55bd0b96374f236fdb0527399.jpg 1f36c08731aaa57f18984f6463fbe934 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (21) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 18 of A Little Bird Told Us The store keeper was not so generous. EB has seen him weigh out crackers and he would break one in two to make the scale balance. This was a General Store that sold dry goods, shoes, tools, groceries, gasoline. One of the most embarrassing experiences in the store. A young married lady came in asked for something and he went behind the counter and got out a box of girl's bloomers. She was embarrassed too, because she was asking for balloons. This was a store where the clerk got every item you wanted and brought it to the counter. A short time after graduating from High School, EB cashed in on an insurance policy and bought a small meat market in Woodstock. He lost it because he gave credit to too many people and they couldn't pay. During the summer between the junior and senior year he told Mr. Smith he could get a job on the R. R. for $3 a day where he was only making $5 a week. He worked on the R.R. until school started. He said it toughened him up for the F.B. team The RR was laying new track through Woodstock. He worked at the grain elevator, unloading grain from farmers and unloading coal. It was during the depression and carloads of coal were shipped in and it was his job to unload. All done by hand with the use of a shovel. And the lazy bums that were receiving the coal sat uptown in the warmth and then came down for free coal. Made about $7 a week. Then he started working on the fence gang with his Dad. He was paid $7 a week plus room and board. And on it you worked from "sunup to sun down." They worked from "can see to can't see". They built fences all over the county for an Insurance company. It was the Northwestern Life Ins. on farms that they had foreclosed on during depression 1931-32. It was woven wire fence with board fence around .18. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b1b910e2cc9b194719ea882763371ffd.jpg d601f8d429490e414dbe55f9c883a8d5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (22) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 19 of A Little Bird Told Us the barn lot. Some line fences were 1000 rods long. Some days, EB would dig 100 post holes and Aubrey (his brother) would follow him and tamp the poles in. In 1933 he started operating the drug store for Ruby Clark in Woodstock. Paid $8 a week. Did everything -- open and closing. While in the drug store he put together a radio- transmitter kit and he would tell his friend who was coming in and then the friend would call them by name and all the people would see was a small box on the counter and couldn't understand how they could talk to them. Before I started to school someone put on a Tom Thumb Wedding. E.B. and I both were in it but I didn't know him. Eskham sang a duet at the wedding. He was John McCormick, a great singer. He sang "I Want to Live in Loveland" with Dorothy Martin who became a very talented singer. James Kimball was in the wedding, too, and when they served us little dishes of ice cream, James didn't get a spoon so he held his dish up and licked it from the dish. His mother was very embarrassed. In December 1922, Mother and I went to Rodney's to care for Esther when their son James was born. Rodney was teaching school in Linden, in the north edge of Columbus. When we arrived I found sitting in a chair the most beautiful doll you have ever seen. It was a ma-ma doll, had painted hair and patent leather shoes. She was beautiful. Esther made a dress for the doll which she still wears. Many years later after I quit playing with dolls it was stored away upstairs. One Christmas I decided I'd like to have the doll down stairs so I brought her down and she was so cold I placed her close to the heating store. Before long we heard a loud crack and .19. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3840276c6f441fdcc33f3eda3ff52553.jpg 9f4ae481a9fe47967585370836c153a5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (23) Subject The topic of the resource Corresponds to page 20 of A Little Bird Told Us her head split. It was a big crack across her forehead and down her face. I didn't play much with her after that but she was so precious to me I wouldn't let my own daughters play with her for fear her head would come apart. She lays on my closet shelf and whenever I see her foot hang down, I get a little thrill about how happy my brother Rodney made me with one of the first ma-ma dolls. My brother Thurman had one question he never failed to ask me when we were in a group together. "What is that dirty spot on your hose?" My hose were alright, it was a brown birthmark on the inside of my left leg. Mother said when she first saw it, it looked like a freckle about the size of a pin head. Now it is about 1/2 X 3/4 inches. It has never bothered me. When I was quite small, perhaps 3, my cousin, Louise Hagedorn, who was a milner made me a hat and she put a bow with long streamers on the back. It made my hat very stylish but Mother thought they were too long for a little girl so she cut them off and greatly disappointed my cousin. During World War I there was an epidemic of influenza . EB's family were all sick and couldn't take care of each other. A neighbor lady about twice a week cooked a pot of oatmeal and set it on the back steps for them. For years none of them would eat oatmeal. My home was in southeastern Ohio where I was born. My family moved to Woodstock when I was little past two. My mother told me one time that one of the main reasons for them to move so far was because where they lived everybody was related to each other and she didn't want the boys to marry cousins. The twins were about 18 or 19 years old. When EB was a small child he was riding on a buggy with his mother. She was driving a horse named "Gyp". .20. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/38c743a624e2303e81b39dc5e726e3ab.jpg 94a785a96ef38de09f4ae90d4177da16 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (24) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 21 of A Little Bird Told Us He could hardly wait to get his harness on so he could run. His mother stopped the buggy real fast and EB fell out over the front of the buggy and his head landed in the spokes of the wheel. He said his mother really talked nice to Gyp to get him to stand still so she could get out and rescue him from the wheel or it would have broken his neck. Another time his mother took the three boys out of school and they walked about 4 miles to the train and went to Kentucky. They stayed about two weeks and came back on the train. I remember when our house was being wired for electricity. It was such a thrill to turn a light on at the bottom of the stairs and then run up and turn it off. They use to tell me I was going to wear the carpeting out going back and forth turning the light. Then when we moved to Sunbury there wasn't any electricity through the county. So we had our own Delco plant that generated our electricity. Whenever I washed or ironed, I had to start the motor and have it run all the time. Then in March R.E.A. came thru and we hooked up with it. Eskham used to wire some of the houses in Woodstock. He talked about stepping thru the ceiling light in of one house when he was putting the ceiling lights in. EB was always interested in flying. He took a ride one Sunday in a "barn storming plane." That was what they called a plane that would land in a field and take people up for a ride. He really had something to tell at sharing in school. The plane crashed in the afternoon after his ride in the morning! When he was in school he took a correspondence course for aviation. After he graduated he took some flying lessons in Columbus. The first time he was up the teacher asked him if he had flown before. He told him he had only book knowledge. After we were married, .21. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5f5443958f174010dbf8088cc219f04e.jpg d50326edbeed894f5dd48dac5f530f3b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 22 of A Little Bird Told Us he couldn't afford any more lessons. Eskham remembers his first valentine. He was in the first grade and it came from a French girl. Her father spoke very poor English. He said he remembers her as a very sweet little girl. The night EB graduated form the eighth grade, he walked Dorothy Smith home and before she went in the house she gave him a big "smooch." The next morning she came into the store early and he chased her and gave her a couple more. This was his bosses' daughter. Rodney and Esther were married in Chillicothe. I got to be the ring bearer. I was only 6 years old. I went down with Rodney a couple days early. It was a long car ride. Mother packed us sandwiches but I got hungry and had to eat before we got very far from home. It was September 9th and Esther's folks had Concord grapes. They couldn't keep me out of them. Mother made me a yellow organdy dress with lots of ruffles. She said everytime she wanted me to try it on for a fitting, I would be out with the boys who were helping Father build a large barn. One time they called her out to see me. I was sitting straddle on the cone of the barn. Of course one of the boys was in the back holding me. They taught me how to go down the isle but I went so slow they let me get almost clear down before they started. After the wedding, they had a sit-down dinner and I guess I never had eaten where they served the meal in courses. I was sitting by my Mother and as soon as we sat down I saw the small dishes of appetizers and I looked up at Mother and asked if that was all we were going to have to eat. She really was embarrassed. One year when I was quite small I went to the Ohio State Fair with my folks. Mother and I were looking around in a building that was wall-to-wall people . I .22. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d206c670b575a4eacef700a8a665931a.jpg 57ab6188f002fc376a0d57d3865b2cb6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (26) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 23 of A Little Bird Told Us got lost from Mother. I started to cry and a policeman came up and asked what was wrong. When I told him, he promised he would help find her. It wasn't long until we found each other. Mother always told me that policeman were there to help and not to be afraid of them. I always tried to tell my children that they are friends and not to be afraid of them. When my brothers were to come home on weekends in the summertime, someone always prompted me to take up a collection so we could make ice cream. That was always a special treat that we all enjoyed on hot summer evenings. We used to have an ice box which had an insulated box at the top that we could store ice in and keep the lower part cool for our butter and milk. We didn't have ice all the time because it was expensive and we could take our things to the basement by the well to keep them cool. And I really hated the trip to the basement because I had to go down the steps and back around them into another room where the well was. And our basement had an outside door into that room and I never liked to go there. These iceboxes had a pan under them to collect the water as the ice melted. Those pans usually ran over before we thought to empty them. When we were married EB cut a hole in the floor and put a funnel in it to catch the water and I never had to empty another pan of water. My dad and I had an automobile accident between my freshman and sophomore year. We had gone to eastern Ohio and brought back crates of blackberries. The crash caused the windshield to break and hit me in the face. I was taken to Grant Hospital and the doctor used 150 stitches across my face. He said he matched the freckles. He said he laid my nose back on my .23. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/665f952e000f18e2ea0ec733539f7b62.jpg 6fa7cf2cae3a0c7cac42b21f76d3ad05 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (27) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 24 of A Little Bird Told Us forehead to sew it together underneath. I have very little scar. While I was lying on the ground waiting for the ambulance, some woman said, "Her jugular vein was cut." That scared me but it didn't hurt. For years whenever I got real tired the scar would show. The doctor who did my surgery was killed in a hunting accident about a month after my accident. Eskham and I were in school from the third grade on. We only had 8 in our graduation class. We always had fun in school but always as friends. At our baccalaureate, the eight of us could sit in one church pew. I was between Eskham and Edgar Borst and all thru the service they kept bumping me with their elbows and sniffing, trying to make me cry - as the girls usually did. But I was determined not to. I played the piano for our school activities. I belonged to an orchestra that played during the summer. We practiced in the evening. I drove to practice by myself and just as I left town EB jumped up from the back seat where he had hidden. Said he just wanted a ride home. I let him out at his house. We weren't dating but we always had fun together. Pictured at right is Eskham B. Hayes , Graduation 1931. Picture at lower left is Shirley E. Warner, Graduation 1931. .24. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4d8c6c0c53ab147d11990b762100aea3.jpg f766500d3a6e05b0a0a5b945c6dd1928 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (28) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 25 of A Little Bird Told Us Picture of the Woodstock Football Team - 1927 Eskham in back row 4th from right. His brothers, Walter and Aubrey, 2 and 4 from right in front row. When we were in school we only had about fifty in our high school. The football team only had about 16 players. In 1928 they played the Urbana team as their last game for the season. Woodstock team had had an undefeated team. They won the game with three Hayes boys playing in the back field. Aubrey, was quarterback, Walter was left half, and EB was right half. They had only six helmets and old suits about 10 years old and very little padding. EB never wore a helmet. The Urbana team was a county seat town. They had new uniforms. At their games the Woodstock coach never sent any plays in. The quarterback called all the plays. Coach sat on the sideline and watched. I wasn't permitted to stay and watch the ball games because my brothers played. Hubert and Thurman both got injured and I cried when they took them to the hospital. Mother never wanted me to watch the games. .25. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4d25492815f042ff53aa69a4520192f9.jpg 00cd86f023e3135325cdb1a03148e449 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (29) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 26 of A Little Bird Told Us I only stayed after school for the games if I worked at the popcorn stand. While working at the store, they ground their own hamburg. EB's folks sent down a bucket full of pork to be run through the grinder. Instead of using the wood plunger to force the meat down, EB was in a hurry and was feeding it by hand. When he was about half through, he got his finger caught and it took off the end. Dick Lincoln took him to Lewisburg to get it stitched. His Dad wouldn't eat any of the sausage. EB one Monday morning in school told about taking an airplane ride. Everytime he saw planes taking up riders if he had enough to pay the charge he went. One year he took three rides. He said they only put enough gas in to run for a specific time. (That was so if they crashed there wouldn't be too much extra gas.) The gas was strained through a "shamy" cloth to take all foreign objects out. Before Hubert and Helen were married, he bought her a beautiful dresser set of a comb, brush, and mirror. I thought it was so very pretty and I was just 16 and I thought how romantic to be given such a nice gift from your boyfriend. I was permitted to help him wrap it an put on a bow but I was pledged to secrecy. Hubert always said he started to go with Helen so she would pass me from the 5th grade. She was E.B.'s and my fifth grade teacher. I don't think it helped because he didn't start until April and school was out in May. When I was about 13 or 14, I wanted a wrist watch. That was all I talked about and all I asked for for Christmas. When Hubert came home from college for Christmas, he brought a blue velvet box about five inches square and put it with our Christmas things. I was sure I had my watch. I was told I couldn't open it until morning. The next morning I got up real early .26. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f1de2ca5d1ed556fa499f57f3abb8a79.jpg 8ec156bda170329ea45d49725c3b012f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (30) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 27 of A Little Bird Told Us and opened my watch. It was a watch all right but one he had bought at the 10¢ store for a child's play watch. I went back to bed and cried and Mother came in and talked to me. Hubert was in college and money was scarce and Hubert had planned it as a joke. When I showed up at the breakfast table I showed them my new watch and I wore it for days. But many years later when he came to Florida to visit Eskham and I, he brought me another blue velvet box and this time it contained a lovely gold watch. It was a very eventful time when my first nephew was born. I was eight years old. Jessie was living with us while RB finished college. One evening Josephine and Thurman asked me to go home with them and stay all night at Josephine's mother's. The next day I went to school as usual but the boys Hubert and Hildred waited and walked home with me. I was only in the third grade and usually I couldn't keep up with them because they walked too fast. They started telling me about some thing special at home. Of course I guessed everything and finally decided they had made fudge the night before and it was put in the back bedroom to cool. When we got home, I went to the back bedroom and there was my little nephew Paul. I've always kidded him that I was disappointed because I didn't get the fudge. When I was keeping house for my brother RB, his son Paul had a paper route. He would usually come in the back door and drop his paper carrier right down inside the door by the window. I got tired of picking it up and walking about 5 steps to hang it in the basement hallway. So I Photo of Ethel and Eskham in 1937. .27. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/53f0226b01c5f3a9685e2dcccf9d6513.jpg 6631d08b6cf579c7e63da96c59f44e4e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (31) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 28 of A Little Bird Told Us warned him if I had to pick it up again, I would toss it out the backdoor. About the third time he picked it up out of the snow, he learned that he could hang it up himself. After my folks moved from Woodstock to Sunbury, I got to drive to Woodstock and then on to Champaign Co. Fair. I stopped at the drug store and saw EB. He couldn't get away right then from the drug store so I went on to the fair and he came as soon as he could get someone to take over. There was a plane there taking up rides. He finally convinced me to go up with him and two other boy friends. The boys kept holding the paper sack for me because they were sure I would get sick but I was determined that I wouldn't. And I didn't. Eskham and I dated for a month between our junior and senior year. He had been jilted by his girl friend at a last day of school party. So that night he called me and we went to Mechanicsburg to see a show. We had a few more dates and he went back to his old girl friend. Eskham always carried candy bars in his coat pocket at school. Miriam Turner used to take them out and then we ate them. I never took any out but I helped eat them. He finally broke up with his girl and two days before he was 21 he called me and asked me to go to a midnight show in Urbana. I accepted, which surprised him because he thought I was very involved with another guy. That night before the show, we stopped in at Islays in Urbana and got a big ice cream cone.Then we went together 5 years before we got married. We spent most of our time dating at home because my mother was bedfast and it upset her so if I left home. The reason he hesitated to call me was because he thought I was very involved with some else and I .28. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/58752b7f1187605fadf6f7b894480277.jpg d3ee34fb6e504214d2db59587e7117d6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (32) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 29 of A Little Bird Told Us wasn't. Everett had brought up his mother's diamond ring and wanted me try it on to see how near it fit, and I refused to even try it on because I knew I wasn't going to get involved. I never liked the way Everett talked about his father and his sister-in-law. I visited his house about three times, was there for 2 dinners and I was never permitted to see into the kitchen. Everitt had a baby grand piano and played the violin. We did enjoy our music together. When I was a freshman, we had county Music Contest. At that time I was taking piano lessons from Mr. Synder, our music teacher. This contest consisted of vocal , male and female, duets, trios, and chorus and piano solo. He gave the piano solo to the Senior and Junior girls but they refused because it was so difficult He brought it to my lesson one night and told me to work on it and if I could master it I could play in the contest. It was Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". My dad even bought a recording so I could play with it. I really worked and I won the contest. It was a surprise to the others that played. I also played the piano for our school orchestra. I entered 4-H when I was 9 and I continued every year in sewing and cooking. I got a lot of A's on my sewing. I was also in the calf club. You had to lead your steer in the show. I admit I didn't do much of the feeding but I could always handle them in the show ring. I had one angus that was a real kicker. When we showed at Cleveland everyone had to show his own unattended. The only way you could keep this angus from kicking was hit him on the nose with a knot in the rope. I am sure his nose was sore when the show was over. He was 14 out out of about 100. I am sure he would have ranked higher if he would have behaved. I had a Hereford named Chubby that was Reserve Champion at .29. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1466dc2fd14d483d62e380dacb0e7fc5.jpg 901b5ebab950b6dca5a1c6d01f766f05 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (33) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 30 of A Little Bird Told Us Ohio State Fair. He was only about 5th in the Cleveland Show in November. One year our club took our calves to Buffalo to the show. We had a charted train and everybody went together. These trips to Cleveland and Buffalo were lot of fun. One year we had our steer sale in Urbana and we took a trip to Chicago to the World Fair. I remember at the World's Fair a group of us weren't used to the big event. We went in one place to get a coke. It was "Ben and Bernie's Band" and the cover charge was $4. We left real quick before the waitress came to take our order. I continued in 4-H work until I became an advisor. I was leader several years while at Woodstock and then at Ashley and on to Sunbury when our girls were old enough. I put in 20 years and then quit. Whenever I see any of my 4-H girls today, they remember our motto "Rip with a smile." While attending our school '64 alumni banquet one lady came up and said I was her first 4-H leader and we had made an apron and tea towel. When I was in 4-H I always took cooking, sewing, and calf club. One year we had to give demonstrations. Winifred Clark and I won our local by making an angel food cake. Of course we had to practice a lot and it was a lot of fun. Then when in high school every rime Pictured above is Champion Chubby and Ethel. .30. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/77e76c735b3a80c6e81938b1939ac369.jpg b976edf690ec44ac102ff3c91719eb93 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (34) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 30 of A Little Bird Told Us we had a picnic. I was always asked to bake a an angel food cake. We didn't have mixes then. When Shirley was in high school she was in a cherry pie baking contest. She used Mary Ellen Miller's recipe for her crust. She even went to state level. Everyone enjoyed her pies because she always had to practice. Now she says she only bakes them when she knows her Father is going to be there. After graduation I attended Urbana Junior College for two years. During my second year my mother became bedfast and I stayed home to take care of her. I was starting to become a teacher. Mother was bedfast for about four years and I was her full time nurse. She got so couldn't get her breath when she laid down but she couldn't sit in a chair. The relief she got was when we were sitting on the the bed and let her lean against us. After mother died my brothers wanted me to go back to college but I didn't want to. I wanted to get married but I didn't for 15 months. While EB was operating his meat market in Woodstock, I would ago to town to get groceries and, of course, I wanted an excuse to get to talk to him but some of the other girls that always hung around the drug store would see me go in so I never had "time alone". One day he showed me a centerfold of a magazine of a girl putting "Ethyl" gasoline into her car. The caption was "You get better compression with high test Ethyl gasoline." He called me "High Test" and it wasn't long until that stuck as my nickname. Eskham was always called "Ikey" when he left it there. I never called him Ikey. Eskham says he was always a good boy when he was young but he laughs about how mad the mayor of our town .31. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b4c494284a75f8f877bfef8a33d95f80.jpg a8117c6ed1182b3057017e9a203b5c86 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (35) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 32 of A Little Bird Told Us used to get at some of the boys. They probably ignored the stop signs and EB said he drove his car on the sidewalks one night. And then they would wait for a light to turn red and if nobody was coming they would drive there. There was never much traffic in Woodstock. After high school I attended Urbana Junior College for two years. I was taking courses headed for a teaching career like my brothers. I drove from Woodstock to Urbana about 15 miles each way. Claudine Dunham attended and rode with me. Coming home one day, my car stopped and I pulled in at a farmhouse. The man looked at my car and said it was the fan belt. He had a car just like mine, a Dodge. He took the fan belt from his car, put it on mine and told me to bring his back the next morning. He didn't know me and I didn't know him but he said he had seen me go past night and morning and he trusted me. Times have changed. At final graduation at Urbana Junior College, Clandine was graduated from the 2 year college. I didn't qualify for graduation because I hadn't taken the required courses as I was planning on going for Education some where else. But during my second year Mother became ill and we had a difficult time with me going to school and being her nurse. On graduation night, Thurman and Josephine took Eskham and me to the program. My friend Everitt had come too (uninvited) and he talked to Thurman at the door while Josephine, Eskham and I waited in the car. Finally Josephine said, "Some things sure stick like Fly Paper." That became a popular saying with us. Before we were married and still lived in Woodstock, E.B. was working with his Dad on the fence gang. At that time they lived in tenant houses if it was far from Woodstock. Then E. B. would "thumb" his way home on the weekends. .32. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9468d5d60866697297dc6334f1bcfac7.jpg d74637e5f6ad8cf74034a7dacf4542cf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (36) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 33 of A Little Bird Told Us One evening he was coming through Marysville and he saw Rodney and Esther pull into a gasoline station. He caught up with them and asked for a ride on on to Woodstock. He got out at his house but he was down to my house before Rodney left. Another time he was "thumbing" a ride thought Bellefountaine and there was a detour. He got about half way home and it started to rain. He started to thumb which ever way the car was going. On those weekends when he came home, he went back to his house and slept in a cold house. One evening when Eskham came down he brought me a two pound box of candy. He hid it on the porch before he came in. I think Rodney was there and he saw the box when he started to leave. He took it with him down to the road and then called me to come after it. That evening we opened it and each ate a piece. I started to take a second piece and Eskham said, "Wait, I don't think I'd eat." I looked down and there was a nice fat white worm crawling up from a piece. Poor EB was so embarrassed. He took it back to the store but they only had one pound boxes. So I was happy with a one pound box. The summer E.B. and I went together, we double dated with Hildred and his friends. One Sunday we went to Indian Lake. Hildred's girlfriend's Dad was the Lake Patrol. So he took us a ride in the patrol boat. E. B. and I had to sit in the back. E.B. had on a new suit and I had on a new hat. Needless to say we both got soaked, when we got out of the boat we didn't have a dry stitch on us. It was fun anyway. Pictured are Ethel and Eskham in1930. .33. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fd2d5369004c3c44f373f2fde62db258.jpg fbb43c06ad6fc2b0b5f4044f9a3c81e2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (37) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 34 of A Little Bird Told Us Another time we went to Indian Lake with three couples, all in one car. They were having a dance at the ballroom. We sat on the outside and watched the dancers. I couldn't dance so we just enjoyed the popcorn. When Mother first took sick, our doctor made housecalls. He was down one evening and mother needed some other medicine from Mechanicsburg. It was almost dark and I said I didn't want to drive down after dark. Before my Father could say anything, Dr. Sharp said, "Eskham was home when I passed, I'll stop and have him come down and go with you." So my father stayed with Mother and we got to spend the evening together. EB worked for a friend Leonard Ropp who had inherited some money and he purchased a small drug store on High Street in Columbus. EB was helping him run it. He wasn't able to keep it very long until he lost his investment. So EB started to look for a job. He went to Columbus Coated Fabrics at 6 A.M. and there was about a hundred there putting their applications. EB went back when the shift changed at 2 P.M. and there was only one other guy showed up. The man in charge asked EB if he could do heavy work and EB said yes because he had spent the summer building fences. So the foreman told him to report at 10 PM for work. He drove up to Sunbury, had supper and went right back to Columbus to go to work at 10 PM . He worked there about six years printing plastic and oil cloth. He didn't like the work but he was making a $1 an hour and that was good pay then. About six years later he heard Nestles needed an electrician's helper and he applied. They hired him for 60c an hour but it was better pay than Coated Fabrics because he didn't have the long drive into Columbus. As soon as he was hired at Nestles he went to Columbus to a book store and bought several .34. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8f8476406ef637cde9a4317f171bc170.jpg f5f0e7752065df6e6644f8b2544e06de Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (38) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 35 of A Little Bird Told Us Electrician's books and he spent a lot of hours studying. While EB was staying in Columbus he would come up on Saturdays or Sunday but he would usually write during the week. In one letter he said the only reason he got hired at Coated Fabrics was he had marked he was married. Joy May, Lenabelle and Juanita was visiting us and they found the letter and read it. They though they really had something on me. They thought I was married and wasn't telling anyone about it. They were so embarrassed they never read anymore. EB and I took our first real vacation with Rodney and Esther. They planned the trip. Esther was great reading ahead about all the history of all the area we were passing thru. Her greatest delight was stopping in old "Cathedral" and big churches. EB said we stopped at a church in each town. Our first night we stopped in Washington D.C. EB and I had never stayed in a motel and while we were eating dinner, I was telling Rodney how the porter carried our bags in, turned on the bathroom lights and showed us where the towels were and I thought he would never leave. Rodney started to laugh and he said, "He was waiting for a tip." Guess we showed that we hadn't traveled much. We learned fast. While we were in Washington D. C., workman were tearing down seats that had been built for the inauguration services for President Carter. I have a piece of wood that I picked up from the extra seats they put in. Rodney took us thru the Chesapeake tunnel and I was really scarred. But we got thru O.K. Then we stopped at Elvira's at Newport News and Rodney was going to take us out for a lobster dinner. They had about a quarter inch of snow and everything .35. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/14b542cf5a14fd2c32e35de0bb0432a5.jpg 34e6c25503fde75aeb1739495e76c175 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (39) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 36 of A Little Bird Told Us was closed down because they didn't know how to drive in snow. I never did get my lobster dinner. We stopped at Kitty Hawk and saw Wilbur Wright's plane. We stopped at some place and walked down to the beach and Rodney got his feet wet and EB had to drive and Rodney dried his shoes under the heater. Rodney and Esther really showed us a wonderful time on our first vacation. When we went on our first vacation, Shirley was married and she came down and stayed with Eskham Jr. He kept up the service calls while we were gone. My nephew Harvey started out to be an opera singer. When he was small he like to sing. Between his baby days and little boy days, his mother had him trained to sing "When Its Spring in the Rockies" while she was changing his clothes. My nephew was very proud of his penmanship and he judged people by the way the wrote. I don't know what he would have said to one of his grandsons that told me he never like to write and for that reason he was going to be a doctor. I am sure Dave is a fine doctor but I understand he still doesn't like to write. When I was keeping house for R.B. he started dating Marie. Of course the family was all interested in his activities and they were asking me questions. I told the other brothers I'd tell them for a dime and then I'd tell R.B. I needed a dime to stop me from telling. We had a lot of fun but I never told any secret. R.B. and I used to take turns babysitting. Eskham and I would l keep the kids one weekend and he would the next. Sometimes in E.B.'s young days he obtained a silver dollar and he never spent it. He told me when we started going together that was the only thing that kept him form being broke. The engraving was .36. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e12b1751fdf796e2fe47eca6b7b77f69.jpg eaa81c0f79eb72328851e53ec67d4e83 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (40) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 37 of A Little Bird Told Us completely worn off of both sides. He used it as a "worry stone" I think. One year while we were in Florida we had some car trouble and pulled over into the ditch. He laid down and crawled under the car but before he did he put some things from his pocket into my purse. The next time he changed clothes he realized that his dollar was missing. We searched his clothes and even went back to the spot where we had car trouble and searched the sand and grass. Some time later, I cleaned my purse and I found his silver dollar in my purse. It had slipped in with a folding magnifying glass. He felt like he had found his long lost friend. But a year later it disappeared again and we have never found it. Whoever found it will just think it is a smooth piece of metal because there are no markings on it. He thinks it fell from his pocket in a restroom because of the shallow pocket in his pants. The next year Shirley gave him a silver dollar (sealed) but he carries it in his billfold with his penny. While we were in Florida for Christmas 1982, Eskham, Jeanne and the boys came down. The weather down there was so nice that we went to the ocean in the afternoon of Christmas Day. On the 29th E.B. and Junior had gone to the mailbox and brought me a letter from Thurman. I was just putting dinner on the table and laid the letter on my plate and said I would read it when I sat down. I started to read the letter and Thurman was telling about his kids being home for Christmas and the telephone rang. I was the closest to the phone so I stopped to answer it. It was Hubert telling me Thurman had died that morning just as he sat down to watch the news. It sure was a shock. When I was growing up card playing and dancing were not allowed in our home. I can remember when I .37. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/130f3ffb9cf4a285eac08522d22a78b4.jpg ef48ed7a76f31f5cc14eb5407e6c2102 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (41) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 38 of A Little Bird Told Us was quite small, Thurman brought home a deck of cards. My dad just had a fit, and I can remember seeing him throw them in our heating stove. Mother and Father used to have a set of dominos that they played. It was too much math for me to like to play with them. For some reason they mellowed at one New Year's Eve, Jimmy Louden and I taught them to play 500 Rum. (That was the first New Years after I started going with Eskham. I thought sure he would be down but I found out later he went to Springfield with brother Aub and "others".) Anyway after Father and Mother learned to play cards, E.B. and I use to have to play. Mother always had a hard time getting my Dad to quit playing and to go to bed. And I confess, sometimes I regretted ever teaching them to play. Mother always enjoyed seeing people play games and dancing but my Dad though it was awful. Me being an obedient daughter, I never tried to dance while he was living. When Mary Lou and Kenny were dating, they often decided to make pizza at home. Of course Maxine, Shirley and Eskham Jr had to help them. Lawrence Welk was on T.V. and E.B. taught me to dance in our living room. E.B. had always liked to dance and had attended some dances. When we went to Florida at the park, they had dances about 4 times a year. I fear my Dad turned over in his grave the first time I went out on the floor and danced with E.B. I really enjoy it and we've spent some good evenings dancing. .38. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/44cfa2ef60ebdfbdd0b693c6936bb7b7.jpg 354635ac462930bd82725d9a11a9db95 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (42) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 39 of A Little Bird Told Us Marriage Ethel and Eskam Hayes After we were engaged EB said we couldn't get married until his weekly pay check was $25. He came to Ashley on Friday evening and said he had a $25 pay check. We were married three weeks later at the Church of Christ in Columbus by a Dr. Walker. Our marriage was announced by Roger by inviting my brothers and Eskham's family for a picnic supper. It was supposed to be a birthday party for my Dad. But he was suspicious of us and refused to come. The next Pictured are Ethel and Eskham Hayes in their wedding picture -1937. .39. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/59c011a12d3feacd5421573956929e38.jpg 76e6db11565b1f367bd0ace5c76b418c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (43) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 40 of A Little Bird Told Us day we went down to his house and he was reading the paper. I told him I had brought him a birthday gift and he asked me what. I said a new son-in-law. He kept right on reading and didn't say a word. We went to Lima the next day and stayed all night with Hubert and Helen. We came home on Monday and EB went to Columbus and I stayed at Ashley. He came back on Friday. First two years of our married life we lived with my father on 656 near 61. Then we bought a home in East Liberty about 2 miles up 656. We bought about 3 acres for $675. We made down payment with $25 we had saved in dimes. Our next batch of dimes we saved and used to help install a bathroom. I had prepared a company dinner (Smiths were coming up). I had fixed chicken and all the trimmings. I had it ready at noon and they weren't there so I saved everything for evening. Only one came was Eskham. So my father, EB and I sat down to a dinner prepared for eight. Later that evening I told EB I would give him a penny for his thoughts. He said give me the penny. He said he was just wondering if I would marry him. And he said no more. Two weeks later he did ask me and got his answer. We had a date during that time but he never mentioned it. He still carries his penny. My father, Mother and I moved from Woodstock on May 14, 1934 to Sunbury. I said it was the saddest day of my life. My mother was moved in an ambulance to Ashley. I went with her because she was bedfast. After we left, my father packed our furniture and household stuff and moved it to Sunbury. I cried from the time I left Woodstock until I got to Ashley. I thought my life was over, I knew EB didn't have a car and would have no way to come 45 miles to see me. Many keepsakes and antiques were left in Woodstock .40. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4136e3ea4f3f046c58b67386a4c25e69.jpg bc9956ff5113e731e4309afc3646e4a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (44) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 41 of A Little Bird Told Us that I would like to have had. A coffee grinder and a couple of large floral pictures made from hair. My mother had been sick for a couple of years when we had the Ashley Doctor come down and met with Dr. Sharp to see what medicine he was giving mother. Dr Davis said he couldn't doctor my mother as she had been because he used different medicines. She lived two years after we moved, bedfast all the time. Dr. Davis said Dr. Sharp doctored with herbs. When Doctor Sharp gave medicine he asked for a 1/2 glass of water.. He would open several bottles of powder or liquid, pour a little in the water, he would stir it up and tell you how much to give and how often. I was engaged about 4 months before my mother died. She seemed more content when she knew what my future was going to be. She asked Eskham not to take me while she needed me. She died June 28 about 15 months before we were married. My sister-in-law, Jessie, died on June 12 and my mother on June 28. Jessie's death was unexpected and left RB with three kids, Paul 14, Juanita 12 and Harvey 6. I kept house for my dad and for RB during the summer. Finally I stayed at RB's most of the time. I started Harvey to school in first grade and he has always seemed as mine. When I was staying with RB's and EB came up, Harvey was very jealous. One evening EB slipped his arm around me while I was sitting on the davenport by him. Harvey threw a book across the room at him. He was very protective of me. The FFA of Sunbury had a plane come to Delaware and they took people rides over their own home. After EB got home from work in Columbus we went to Delaware to the airport to take a ride. It was an open cockpit. I had Shirley and Mary Lou with me. We could see the other plane all the time. We passed over our house and could see our dog in the yard. It was a nice .41. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7d3d9bb74cea37af11548b7d521fe889.jpg 7bc0bdcdea16c9f715859fda6c9a02cb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (45) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 42 of A Little Bird Told Us trip for all us. When Eskham was doing some service work on the side, I had a negro lady bring in a radio. I told her I could check the tubes and maybe that was all that was wrong. I sat it on the corner of the table and took the back off the radio. I saw something inside move and I suggested we take it out on the back porch. I cleaned out a small mouse nest with little ones and the lady was so embarrassed. She begged me not to tell my husband what I had found. I laughed and told her I wouldn't have to because the girls that were watching would tell him as soon as he got home. She left the radio for him to check. One night while Eskham was working at the Hydraulic we began to have some electric problems. The lights stayed on but there was a frying noise in our big panel board. It scared me so I made the kids and my Dad go to bed and I pulled the handle at the side of the box. I went to bed but I didn't sleep till EB came home about 4 o'clock. He looked inside and a lonely little mouse was fried across the bars. He flipped it off and we had lights. Marie had the same thing happen to her stove. When she would turn the oven on she could hear a noise. When Eskham took her stove apart she was really embarrassed, when he found it had been caused by a mouse. Before the high school building was ready to start school, they delayed school a week. That was when we took our trip to Niagara Falls. We stayed all night close to the falls and next morning we rode the "Maid of the Mist" in back of the falls. Then we crossed into Canada and went over toward Detroit and back to Ohio. We visited the Ford Museum and came back to Hildred's and spent the night. it was really our first family vacation. .42. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2a04a907e59b39b4f3f26fa9b47d7c96.jpg e7774e563b71d3a34b1f5d68dc7d207e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (46) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 43 of A Little Bird Told Us The biggest explosion of our life took place on Jan. 17, 1952. The evening before we had a terrific thunder storm and lightning struck the maple tree in our front yard. EB and I were still up as he checked everything before we went to bed. He even looked back in the attic to be sure there was no fire. Our two oil burning stoves were turned down on pilot because it was so warm. At ten minutes before 7 A.M., the hot water tank took off like a rocket and went up through the house. It caused the living room floor to go up and hit the living room ceiling and mashed our furniture flat. As things came back down the things in the upstairs slid out into the front yard. The single beds the girls slept on slid out into the yard with the girls on them. A large chunk of the chimney was laying on one of the beds but it missed whoever was on it. The 2 x 10's that formed the floor Pictured above is Our Home on January 17, 1952. Pictured below is another view of the house. .43. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6451525d1bf6afeaf09616f5f102a3bb.jpg f7a1492f76aa09792b7b26c051da72da Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (47) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 44 of A Little Bird Told Us of our bedroom pulled apart and formed a V. I was under some but EB managed to get out and on the way out he found some pants. His first thought was to shut off the fuel oil that was running in from the outside tank. I was trapped in the basement until he came and helped move some of the timbers. While I was pinned down the thought ran through my mind (after smelling the fuel oil) wouldn't it be awful if I lost my life by burning since my sister had died because of a fire. I could move my hand around and I felt broken jars of peaches. Shirley was still sleeping in a crib bed and part of the spindles from her bed were stuck in the ceiling. She was folded in her mattress and was held by the 2 x 10's. EB climbed over them and handed her out of the window to a neighbor who carried her up to Mrs. Ruhl's. EB, jr., didn't have a basement under his room so he stayed in bed but he talked to me while I was pinned down. He said my curtains were gone, that they had blown out the window. Later we found a wire coat hanger buried in the wall about 6 inches by the side of his bed. It had been hanging on a rod on the door on the archway between our rooms. We never found one of EB Jr.'s shoes. I took him to town in the afternoon and Virge Edwards fitted him with a pair and wouldn't let me pay for them. The kids all went up to Mrs. Ruhl's to stay. I went back to the house and EB and I stood on what was our kitchen and looked into the basement. EB put his arms around me and said "We started out with nothing and now we have four kids." From then on we were at peace. At that time we felt as if "Someone" was guiding us so we started over. It it had waited until 7 A.M. the alarm would have gone off and Mary Lou would have been downstairs to put on the coffee water. Shirley refused to talk to anyone. Around noon I told EB he had to stop and go up and see her. When she saw he was O.K. she started .44. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7b1c43e7c1866e57be205498d8210e27.jpg b26a8630b7f3dbc4368609b6b43e27aa Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (48) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 45 of A Little Bird Told Us Family Escapes When Explosion Rips House Blast Hurls Eskham Hayes Family From Bed: Explosion Rips Siding Off, Buckles Floors Six members of a Porter township family escaped with minor cuts and bruises when an explosion ripped their house to pieces and hurled them from their beds shortly before 7:00 o'clock this morning. Mr. and Mrs. Eskham Hayes' and their four small child- ren, Maxine, Mary Lou, Shirley and Eskham, jr. were all in bed when the blast struck. Mr. and Mrs. Hayes, Shirley and Eskham, jr. were sleeping on the first floor and the two other girls were in the upstairs. The parents were dropped into the basement when floors gave way and crawled out through the mass of furniture and building material piled about them. Maxine and Mary Lou were rolled from their second floor bed and landed in the front yard unhurt. All of the front of the seven-room frame dwelling was blown off and pieces of material were hurled across the road. Every window in the dwelling was broken. First floor fur- nishings were piled into the basement and second floor con- tents were dumped to the first. Mr. Hayes is unable to determine just what caused the blast. He operates an electrical business at his home on route 656 in East liberty north of here. Neighbors started working early this morning to help clear furnishings from the wreckage. Walter Phillips pur- chased the Rush home across the road road recently and the Hayes family is moving into it today. The Sunbury News, January 12, 1952, front page .45. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/31f4013895529b50a6551d35af09c061.jpg b2d2209ed962fe2a9605e34240ca2e58 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (49) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 46 of A Little Bird Told Us The Sunbury News Seventieth Year Sunbury Ohio, Thursday January 24, 1952 Porter Family Wonders How They Escaped When Blast Did This newspaper copy of photo of the house after the explosion Under Roof One Moment-- In Yard Under Mattress Next. Girl Recalls Being Blown from House by Explosion. by Polly Whitney My class mate, Maxine Hayes in the seventh grade of Big Walnut elementary school, in Sunbury, was busy when she returned to school answering questions about their house blowing up last Thursday morning. Here is what she told me about being blown from the house: "We think the hot water heater caused the house to blow up. This is what happened. The side of the house just slide away. One moment I was under the and the next I was in the yard outside of the house", Maxine said. Maxine was awake when it hap- pened so she hung on to the mat- tress so tight that it couldn't get away. When she landed in the yard the mattress was on top of her. Maxine explained, "I screamed for mother and daddy when I got up. Mary Lou (her sister who was also blown outside the house on her mat- tress) and I both yelled for mother and daddy again. As soon as we heard their voices and found out that they were all right, we felt better. "Mrs. Hanson and Mrs. Boggs came down then. Daddy took their flashlight and got mother out of the basement. Then Daddy got Shirley and handed her out the win- dow to Bill Liming. Then Eskham got out and I found some coats and we went up to Mrs. Ruhl's." Shirley, 6, was trapped in her bed. She had a couple of cuts on her forehead but suffered from shock more than anything. Eskham, 7, was not touched. Mary Lou, the oldest girl, received a scalp wound. "Mother was hurt the worst but we were all lucky", Maxine told. She started a dog collection recently and lost most of the dogs in the explosion. DEMOLISHED--The above photo taken for the News by "Red" Sim- kins of Sunbury shows what was left of the Eskham Hayes house near Olive Green after the explosion last Thursday morning. Mr. and Mrs. Hayes and their four children were in bed when the blast struck. Maxine and Mary Lou were thrown with their mattresses from the second floor into the front yard shown above. Floors down- stairs dropped into the basement and you see the upstairs floor slanting toward the yard. "Everyone was wonderful to us. Walter Phillips let us have the house across from his feed store that he bought recently and we have cur- tains at our windows", Mrs. Hayes told. Only a stove and refrigerator were not damaged beyond repair in the blast. The house is a total loss. Many of their personal things and much clothing was destroyed. Neighbors turned out to help shortly after the blast and worked all day searching the debris for things that were lost. Many have viewed the damaged house and wonder how the family escaped without serious injury. .46. .45. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5c1eaafe898bf36ca8bef685f71dff5a.jpg 8eff068839df7e1ebdc4b77f1659380f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (50) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page of A Little Bird Told Us Weather Fair tonight with low 22 to 23 Saturday increasing cloudiness and moderately cold. The Delaware Gazette Established 1818 No. 238 'We're So Thankful to Be Alive' Girl, 12, Tells of Soaring Through Air on Mattress by MAXINE HAYES (As told to Gazette reporter Lyn Doudna) (Twelve -year-old Maxine Hayes is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Eskham Hayes whose home just outside Olive Green on Rt. 636 exploded early yesterday morning.) I know I was awake, or at least partly awake, when the house exploded because I heard the blast. I remember thinking that it must be a bomb. Then I realized that I was flying through the air on my mattress, and I held onto the sides of the mattress. As I passed by the tree in the front yard, I realized it was something besides a bomb because the tree was still standing. I remember being scared, aw- fully scared, but at least I re- membered to hold on to my mat- tress. That's probably all that saved my life. And my sister, Mary Lou, (age 13) , held on to her mattress too as she was blown out the front of the house. Her mattress beside a great bis hole. If she had rolled off the mattress, I don't know whether we ever could have gotten her out. Daddy was blown outside too, or at least we guess he was. Any- way, he was outside and didn't know how he got there. Daddy ran right back into the house, what was left it, and down into the hole that had been the basement. We heat with oil, and it was pouring all over the basement. Daddy quickly shut off the oil and everything else down there, which is probably what kept us from having a fire. what kept us from having a fire. It's a good thing fire didn't start too, because Mother and my little brother (Eskham Kr., age 7) were trapped in the basement, and my sister (Shirley, age 6) was pinned in her bed. If a fire had started, Daddy just wouldn't have been able to get them out because it took him quite a while as it was. It was really awful, and we kids were scared, but Daddy was wonderful the was he worked to get my mother and brother and sister out and tried to keep us calm. Even though it was bad, we have a lot to be thankful for. It was just a miracle that none of us were killed, and we're very thankful for that. We think it probably was the hot water heater. At least that's when the mess seemed to be the worst. Wednesday night when it storm- ed we were certain that lightning struck the house. It frightened us kids so Daddy inspected the whole house to be sure that nothing was wrong, especially that there wasn't any fire any- where. We think that the lightning probably did something to the hot water heater which either caused it to build up pressure or caused gas to escape which brought on the explosion. We think the only thing that saved our lives was that we were still in bed. In another 10 minutes we would have been up and downstairs, and we probably would have been killed. I don't know how my mother and brother escaped being hurt seriously when they dropped into the basement, but none of us was hurt much. Mary Lou had a cut on her face, and I got a small scratch on my temple, but other than that we all seem to be all right. Maybe in a few days, when we've had time to get over being so frightened, we'll find out that we have more wrong with us than we think right now, but I hope not. We have a home in Olive Green, and Daddy already has moved us into it. My Mother and sisters are there now. My brother and I stayed here with Daddy to help get some of our things out. Of course a lot of our clothing was ruined, but Daddy says we still have enough. We're all so glad to be alive that we aren't complaining about anything. The neighbors have been won- derful. They have been here since soon after it happened, helping to get some of our things out of the mess. Some of the neighbors said they heard the explosion as far as a mile away. We certainly want to thank everyone who has come to help us in any way. When something like this happens, you find out just how nice people are. I'm still shaking, and I don't think any of us are going to be able to sleep very well for a long time. REPORTER DESCRIBES HAVOC OF RURAL BLAST By LYN DOUDNA What had been an attractive farm home painted yellow was a shambles with only the back porch still remaining in its normal position. The entire front of the house was either blown out into the front yard or had fallen into the basement. Furniture, parts of furniture, and clothing were strewn about the front yard and slammed against a big tree. Not a window remained un- cracked or unbroken in the main part of the house, Only the back door was intact. Entering the house from the back door, it was possible to walk about six feet over a warped kit chen floor before arriving at the big hole where the living room once had been. The second floor of the house was either blown away or pieces of boards were hanging down ready to fall into the hole which had been the basement. Standing just inside the back door, it was possible to look to- ward the front of the house and see cars driving along the road out in front. There was not a piece of furni- ture which had not been damaged in some way by the blast, which demolished the Eskham Hayes home in the early hours of Thur- sday morning. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/69942aaf87cac48b81afd0eab7cef2d4.jpg c80e5a62bf3ea26fd4c3cead1730f897 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (51) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 47 of A Little Bird Told Us Delaware Gazette Delaware, Ohio, Thursday Evening , January 17, 1952 Porter Family Escapes Serious Hurts in Blast A blast of unknown origin resulted in the near demolition of the home of Mr. and Mrs. Eskham Hayes near Olive Green early today. No one was hurt seriously in the explosion, which occurred about 6:50 a.m. Persons visiting the scene of the Porter township explo- sion said that the front of the house had been blown away and that parts of the second floor crashed down to the first floor, which in turn crashed into the basement. The Hayes have four children. Mr. and Mrs. Hayes received only minor scratches and bruises and their only son, a second-grader in the Big Walnut schools, was uninjured. A daughter, a first-grader, was pinned in her bed by falling de- bris but was freed and escaped with only minor bruises. The two other daughters in bed on the second floor, one an eighth grader and the other in the sev- enth grade, were blown from the house and landed in the yard with their beds, mattresses and bed covers. They, too, escaped with minor injuries. Many windows in the six-room house were broken by the blast, the origin of which has not been determined. No fire department was called since no fire develop- ed after the blast. Mrs. Hayes is president of the Big Walnut PTA. Her brothers, who are twins, are R.B Warner, Elm Valley superintendent, and R. J. War- ner, superintendent at Xenia. .47. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/80ce17efa9d614821bd7182cefa9af1a.jpg dc526b59a31eba85cbaa3f21cd674c25 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (52) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 48 of A Little Bird Told Us Blame Lightening For Tank Blast That Ruined Home DELAWARE, OHIO. JAN. 18 --- (Special)---Lightning, which short- circuited control apparatus on two electric hot water tanks in the basement, was blamed today for a terrific explosion which yesterday wrecked the home of Mr. and Mrs. Eskham Hayes, near Olive Green, 10 miles east of here. Mr. Hayes told Sheriff Earl Fravel he believes lightening struck a wire outside the six-room frame house at around midnight Wednes- day. The hot water tanks continued to heat up until steam was formed. At 6:50 a.m. the tanks let go. They crashed through the home to the second floor. The second floor of the residence crashed through the first floor of the basement. The front of the house was blown into the yard. Mr. Hayes, 40, and his wife, Shirley Ethel, were sleeping on the first floor when the blast came. Their bed slid into the basement. Their daughters, Mary Lou, 13, and Maxine, 12, students at Big Walnut School were asleep on the second floor. Said Mary Lou, "Our beds just slid right out into the yard after the big explosion. My sister, Shirley, age 6, was sleeping on the first floor. Big boards fell across her bed, pin- ning her in. She didn't move and it was lucky she didn't for if she had gotten out of bed she would have fallen into the base- ment through holes in the floor which surrounded her bed." Eskham Hayes, Jr., age 7, was sleeping on the first floor in a room under which there was no basement. He was uninjured. The family of six escaped with only minor scratches and bruises. "the hot water tanks were found collapsed like accordions," Lou exclaimed. Part of the homes furnishings were saved. The Hayes family is living tem- porarily in a house owned by Wal- ter Phillips at Olive Green Mr. Phillips said he would rent the house to them until they can find a new home. Last night the Olive Green sec- tion was hit by a hail storm around 9:30 o'clock. Hail stones as big as marbles were reported. Lightning Blamed in Blast copied newspaper photo Lightning knocked out control apparatus of two elec- tric hot water tanks in the basement of the Eskham Hayes home near Olive Green, Delaware County. Five hours later the tanks exploded leaving the home in the shambles pictured above. Mr. and Mrs. Hayes and their four children escaped serious injury. .48. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/60a7a0a2425cdcea805e632920678f2c.jpg ca2bc35ae3f226068840306db94de550 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (53) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 49 of A Little Bird Told Us talking and we tell her she hasn't stopped since. But she has lost all her childhood memories. Her memory only starts at when we lost the house. Our place was like a county fair for days. A picture of our house was on the front page of the Col. Dispatch on Sunday. EB's brother, Aubrey, saw it in New Concord and he came right up. Some one called Dr. Livingston to come up but none of us needed any care. Shirley has a couple of scratches on her head from her hair fastener. I developed a beautiful black eye. I always told EB hit me on the way down. When EB went to shower that night, he had a large splinter in his back side. Everyone that came helped to pick up and they moved us into a house in Olive Green from which a widow lady had been moved to a nursing home. We lived there six week and the house sold so we moved across the street and lived in 3 rooms until Oct. when we moved into our own house. Six of us living in 3 rooms with a path out back. We had one oil painting (18 x 34) that we never found and a 10 gallon copper kettle disappeared. It was in the yard and I think someone took it. The only furniture we saved was stove, refrigerator, our beds, 1 chest of drawers. There was a piano in our bedroom and it had slid down on the 2 x 10 into the center of the basement. The dishes in my cupboard had been pulled out or just raised up and down and broke them. Most of our clothing was found but a lot damaged. The hot water tank was in the basement but the bottom of it which is usually curved upward was blown out in one piece. The pop-off on the tank was so corroded that it couldn't go off and the lightening had welded the thermostat on it so it just kept heating. The beam above the tank had just been replaced a few years before as we were in the process of remodeling. .49. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b5984a3b53b412b17d18357445487561.jpg 23128c43f0114352dd4700924a2d3240 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (54) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 50 of A Little Bird Told Us So the house was very solid. Dr. Livingston was the only one who had a dryer so they took a lot of things and washed them. I was always embarrassed because they took quilts that were just stored between the springs and mattress. (That was where my mother always put old quilts) and she washed them!They were very holely and not usable. After we lost our home by explosion, EB spent a lot of time going through the stuff that went into the basement. One day he came home carrying the Bride and Groom that had been on our wedding cake. Juanita baked our wedding cake and R.B. had stopped on his way home from the wedding and bought them. It had been stored in an open cupboard on the stair landing. Along with it he found a record that I had had the children make for their Dad's Christmas. I had taken the four children to Columbus the day after Thanksgiving. They were prepared to sing one song. When we got to the studio they said we could record more. Eskham , Jr. didn't know the words but he sang anyway. Those were two precious possession that we did find. When we were building our house, I came down and helped as much as I could. I had to learn to read a rule and I learnt to saw a straight line with an electric saw. One day I was driving some spike nails into some 2 x 4's. I missed the nail and hit my thumb. I really saw stars. I laid the hammer down, went out and sat down on the front step. That is where Eskham found me. Several years earlier I tried some carpenter work when we were fixing the first house we had. Eskham made our kitchen cabinet doors out of 3/4" plywood. We had to use a file to help smooth the edges. I ran a nice block of wood (really only a splinter) under my thumb nail. We did have to go to Dr. Livingston to get it out. Eskham pulled on my arm and the doctor pulled the .50. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/32142ba6ebbff6d624279d75bab75645.jpg 6ad6bf0f17f6ccd3d65b7348b2d2237e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (55) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 51 of A Little Bird Told Us splinter. I still carry a mark of it. Whenever we crossed a bridge, we always said "Look at the yaa". That is what Mary Lou started calling water. We always called candy "c-d-y". When Joy May was little, when Thurman left for the groceries, Josephine told him not forget the C-A-N-D-Y. when he came home Joy May only about 2 asked if he had the C-D-Y. We used to laugh at the children how they could stay awake from Woodstock to Delaware, about 40 miles, to get ice cream in Delaware and they could eat their cones and be asleep before we got home and that was only 15 miles. They always enjoyed counting the Xmas trees as they would ride along the road. One time we were taking Thanksgiving dinner down to Woodstock and the girls remember the house where we turned around to go back after the turkey we had left at home. Mary Lou was born at home. We had a lady to stay with me. On Saturday E. B. and father planted cucumbers. We had a big patch and picked when small and sold them in Ashley. That evening EB called the doctor but he didn't come for hours. He said he knew I didn't need him right then. Mary Lou was born at 2 A.M. without any Lamaze training or pain killer. I'll never forget the wonderful look EB gave me after he first saw her. When the doctor left EB asked what he owed him and he said $25. EB paid him at once. A year and 12 days later Maxine arrived. She didn't give us much warning. EB was ready to go to work and I said "I think you had better wait a little". EB sent my Dad to get the lady and when he crossed 61 he was hit by a car. He didn't stop at 61. Someone brought Father home and EB went to call the doctor. He came at once but not soon enough. Maxine was born just .51. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c3e6c3db945fb2755664349ab2626ccb.jpg 11246bc5ca308a6ddcce3aaa9bf66457 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (56) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 52 of A Little Bird Told Us as the doctor passed the house. My dad was sitting in the yard with his head bleeding but EB called the doctor and said he was needed inside first. Later he stitched up my Dad's cuts. Father always told Mary Lou that they got their noses cut off at the same time. The doctor charged $35 for delivering Maxine. Eskham was a little slower. He was due June 20 and didn't arrive until July 31. It was extremely hot weather and my legs got bigger and bigger as well as other parts got bigger. I went to the doctor on Friday and he told me to take 2 T. castor oil on Sunday. I went back the next Friday and he told me the same thing, and the next Friday he said to take 4 T. which I did but nothing happened. In fact that last Sunday I took 8 T. The first 4 came right up and I was so desperate I took 4 more. On Monday morning, the doctor came down and sent me to White Cross Hospital and at 9:30 that night I had my baby boy. The doctor kept me 9 days. On the 8th I sat on the edge of the bed and home on the ninth. A year and 20 days late our Shirley arrived. Two weeks Pictured at top are Maxine, Mary Lou, and Eskham. Pictured at the bottom of the page is Eskham B. Hayes, Junior. .52. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/04ad508327878ffbee17fec903e60813.jpg cb37658368567c7d313c33d67b4177bc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (57) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 53 of A Little Bird Told Us before my due date, the doctor sent me in to the hospital in care of the same doctor who delivered Eskham. They put me out and 23 hours later they told Eskham he had a new daughter. He had to wait downstairs in the waiting room. Shirley had been born about 3 p.m. but I didn't see her until they brought my supper and the doctor stopped in and I said I hadn't seen her so he got a nurse and she brought her in. At about that time EB asked downstairs and they let him come up. When the doctor had gone down to see him, he gone out to get something to eat and the nurses changed shifts so he didn't get the word. He sure looked good only he had a 24 hour shadow and had waited down stairs 24 hours. This time I was up the second day and sat and rocked Shirley every day until I went home. When going through some clippings. I found a receipt from Dr. English who delivered Eskham and Shirley at White Cross Hospital. It was a receipt for $150 for payment in full for delivery and including Dr. Fletcher who did some surgery following Shirley's birth. He was the same doctor that delivered Eskham Jr., a year and 20 days earlier. This didn't include the hospital bill. Pictured at top is Shirley Hayes. Pictured at the bottom are Eskham and Shirley. .53. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2fa74234da6db9096d6bbb3744d95cbb.jpg ad825eab3ec1d249c154a455657496f6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (58) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 54 of A Little Bird Told Us When Mary Lou and Maxine were 2 and 3, they started singing together especially at Grange meetings. Their first song was "I'm a Little Teapot". One year they sang "Night before Xmas". It was quite a hit because it was a long song for them. Maxine shocked one of the bachelors by showing him her new panties. She was only about 2 1/2. Eskham Jr. was very interested in switches and wiring. His Dad had got him a 24 volt transformer and switches and bulbs to use on it. One Xmas he and Shirley got a doll house and barn and by evening EB had lights put in them. He was always drawing diagrams. One night after he had started to school he was having trouble getting asleep. I asked him why and he said "Mom, I've got so much to think about that I can't go to sleep." During World War II everyone made many sacrifices. We were very fortunate that Eskham didn't have to go to war. Everyone was rationed gasoline, workers were a always able to get to work. We were given stamp books for sugar, coffee, shoes, and gasoline. We got along easily because little ones didn't need the shoes or other things as much as adults. When Maxine started to walk she was almost as tall Pictured at top are Grandpa Warner, Maxine, and Mary Lou. Picture at the bottom are Maxine and Mary Lou. .54. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/64487dcac2096be3a70637af4f098cf8.jpg beb8ca26b68a9eed6b8278062abcc232 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (59) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 55 of A Little Bird Told Us as Mary Lou. My dad used to have Mary Lou do stretching exercises after every meal. She would lay down on the floor on her back and her arms above her head and he would really coach her to stretch. Of course, Maxine soon learned to lay down wit her. I made two dresses the same size for about 5 years, then when they started to school I made Maxine's a little longer. Maxine would get the prize of being the first to rip or tear or get something on her dress. One time EB and I came home and our Service Truck was gone but Mary Ellen Miller's car was parked our driveway. They left a note that the dairy was having some problems with their 3 phase current and needed someone to check it out. Eskham Jr. said he could check it but couldn't drive the truck down without a licensed driver with him. He didn't have his driver's license yet. Mary Ellen came out and rode with him and Shirley went along. When Eskham was playing outdoors with the girls, they made him sandwiches, (sand between crackers) and had their brother eat them. They thought it was funny until I found out. Our girls used to play with the Chandler boys up the road. They had a path thru Chandler's garden that was hard as cement. It didn't go straight down a row but would criss-cross in Pictured on the left are Eskham and Shirley. Pictured at the bottom are Maxine, Mary Lou, Shirley and Eskham,Jr. .55. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/57c51dad3dfb792ab23f240a7ecb775a.jpg b1311870369e48165ba76ead77077627 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (60) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 56 of A Little Bird Told Us the rows of corn. Bobby was only about three but he went home one time, told his mother the kids made him wet his pants. The girls were always impressed with the sandwiches the Chandler boys liked for lunch. They liked mustard and butter on their sandwiches. The year Maxine started school we had 4 cases of measles, 4 of mumps and 4 of whooping cough. It was really a year. Mary Lou had a bad cold but recovered quickly but when Maxine took it she seemed different so we took her to the doctor. It was diagnosed as scarlet fever. Then we were quarantined for three weeks. Maxine had to stay up stairs, she could come down to first landing and watch. I had to set her meals on the step and then she dropped them into a Lysol pan. EB wasn't permitted to go near her because he was working at Nestle's where they were handling coffee and baby food. Christmas came about the third week so we wrote letters to Santa to not come until New Year's Day. Maxine was never real sick but we followed all rules. Before she was allowed to come down I had to wash her clothes and all the toys she had played with and even wipe her springs and mattress with Lysol water. I don't believer she had anything different than Mary Lou had had but it was reported by the doctor and the county nurse took over. We followed all rules because we wanted Eskham to be able to continue working. We heard of one man who they made to stop working because his family wasn't taking the Pictured at top are Hayes and Chandler Playmates .56. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f35d2ac00312e20861868b3e979f5a7a.jpg ef17c54611d8fbd518d15f6286c4d930 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (61) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 57 of A Little Bird Told Us proper precautions. Christmas was a sad day. We finally turned the radio off because we couldn't stand the Christmas music. But we really celebrated on New Year's Day. Eskham remembered only one time he used a switch on Mary Lou. We lived down by 61 and she went down the lane alone and he got a switch and really switched her little legs as she ran back the lane. She never went down again. When the children were all small, Eskham worked full time and it was a real treat when after church he would decide to take time off. I'd pack a picnic lunch (usually Spam or Treet) and I'd make bean salad which Maxine detested but it was something I always had on hand,, and we would ride somewhere. One time we went north on 61 as far as it would go. We ate supper along Lake Erie and then came home. The first Sunday that Maxine was at Capital we decided to take the afternoon trip after Church. We asked Kenney to go along. I don't remember where we went but the weather turned cold. Kenny didn't have any Pictured at top are Eskham, Ethel, Maxine, and Mary Lou Pictured at bottom right is Eskham Jr. .57. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/72d53695e62fe4a50e73bd77d1f3bf36.jpg 16448be48104f3aee1ee8601037276c4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (62) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 58 of A Little Bird Told Us sweater or coat, so he used the tablecloth as a shawl. Shirley and Eskham Jr. sure teased him. The year Mary Lou graduated we had an international Farm Exchange student from Denmark to stay with us for thirty days. Her name was Gunver Graveston. The Co. Extension Agent brought her over for a picnic supper and before the evening was over the kids were grouped around the piano singing. We had a wonderful 30 days with her. The girls had summer jobs so she was with me during the daytime and spent the evenings with them. The kids one night went to Columbus for a hamburg and she thought it was terrible to drive 30 miles for a sandwich. We toured Ohio Caverns one day and she didn't know how to explain it to her folks because they didn't have a word for "cave". She ate her first watermelon and corn on the cob here on my birthday. She didn't like jello because it made her stomach feel funny when she saw it jiggle. She had a younger brother the same age as Eskham Jr., and he always called her "Bang Bang". Every time he did she would chase him around the house. He nicknamed her because he couldn't say Gunver plain. It was a wonderful 30 days while she was here. When she left we felt we would never see her again. But five months later, I came out from teaching my Sunday School class and she met me at the church. She was on the way back from the west and was visiting her first host family and they brought her down. The Pictured is Gunver Graverson 1964 .58. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5389603a0dc1bc3bcbeb8934217bf8a2.jpg 6fda34797db96c8d0f55b4e868504df0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (63) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 59 of A Little Bird Told Us brother to her first host family told me he was going to do everything possible to bring her back here as his bride! I laughed at him. Gunver Graverson was an International Farm Youth exchange student. While in America she spent 30 days in 6 different homes, three in Ohio and 3 in the West. The brother of first host family became very attracted to her and three years after she returned to her home in Denmark, she married him, Bill Penton. Gunver's mother wrote to me and asked if Bill would ask to marry one of my girls would I give my consent. I did a lot of thinking before I answered her we even made a trip to Lorain to see him and his home and to meet his family. While there Bill showed us a ring he was sending Gunver's Father and he was going to call her on the phone and have her father give it to her when he asked her to marry him. Needless to say she accepted and asked me to make a crinoline like I made for Mary Lou to wear with her wedding dress. They spent their honeymoon in Europe and flew to New York and picked up their car. They really surprised us as they made a stop here at our home for a meal before they Pictured at top is Ethel, Gunver, and Eskham in 1964 Mary Lou, Gunver, and Maxine, Eskham Jr., and Shirley are pictured at the bottom right. .53. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3657442da828dad615d16dfd1f1bbb08.jpg 5eb1b0815ab902c979efa16c8903667d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (64) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 60 of A Little Bird Told Us went to Lorain. She and her children have really become a part of our family. She has remarried since Bill's death but her present husband has accepted us as American-in-laws. Gunver has always called us her American parents. Our family was going to Ravenna to Harvey's wedding. We picnicked on the way with Hubert, Helen and family. I had made some concentrated tea base so we could just add ice and water. We were filling a pitcher from the camp faucet and it foamed up about 3 inches. Some passing by people laughed and said they had never seen anyone put water in their beer like that. The kids had a good laugh over it. When we were spending our winters in Florida at a woman's meeting one day we talked about nicknames. And I told them about mine. The next time I went to the club house where there was a large gathering, one man called across the hall and said "Hello High Test". The name was out again but few used it except Don Boham. When Shirley was 7 or 8 she decided she was too grown-up to ask for a doll for Xmas. The day before Pictured are Maxine, Eskham Jr., and Mary Lou. .60. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/43241a38e8d3526273845c9fc5a423d0.jpg 6bdb2d8c35e4b2a3ebf259574798dc47 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (65) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page of A Little Bird Told Us Golden Anniversary Sept, 4, 1987 Pictured are Ethel and Eskham Hayes http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d4a83abf24f1a1f45c7691b7c0d42ce5.jpg e4e5396422ead79dc539848e24dee7de Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (66) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page of A Little Bird Told Us Pictured are Ethel and Eskham's family and guests at their golden anniversary 1987 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1a9feb85653eee329dcabf6c852caa76.jpg a4f38d2231175310d835165975e2a834 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (67) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 61 of A Little Bird Told Us she cried because it wouldn't be like Christmas if she didn't get a doll. So Christmas Eve as we were going to Woodstock for our Christmas we stopped in Delaware at the drug store and they took a doll out of the display window so she could be happy. Jeffrey was our first grandchild. Maxine and Jack had gone to the hospital. I had to make a trip to Columbus and I didn't want to leave until I knew how things were. I was in the waiting room at Grady when the doctor came in and told Jack he had a boy. The doctor said his boy was born at 10:32 and weighed 7 lbs, 7 oz. After the doctor left, Jack looked at me and said, "Did he say 10 pounds 32 ounces." Of course that was too good not to tell Shirley and Eskham wrote "It's a Boy" in the dust on Jack's car. On our 50th wedding anniversary we had a big open house. Rev. Klempauer had us repeat our vows and he served communion to our whole family. We had a big crowd and 12 people came from the Bonfire Park in Florida. I attended some bridal showers for my grandchildren and I always remarked that I thought it would be nice for the grandparents to get to exchange for some of the new thing because I never had a shower. Laura Stimmel said she would see that I had a shower for our 55th. And she did. She sent out invitations and we really had a good time. I never had so many nice dish cloths as I have had since then. Pictured are Mary Lou, Maxine, Eskham Jr., Shirley. .61. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b14a47fdae49280a5afdcfdf93b2b009.jpg b4555988863e0c8a045334ae49f62a85 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (68) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 62 of A Little Bird Told Us While we were living with my father, I convinced my father to go to Columbus and have a picture taken. We were to get them just before Christmas so we could surprise my brothers. The proofs came and I sent them back but the pictures never arrived. I fretted and wanted to call the photographer, but we didn't have a phone. Christmas morning I got a package that contained all the pictures. EB and Father had conspired together to keep me from getting the picture. One time EB and my Dad went to Eastern Ohio to install a Delco plant and they saw some funny looking chickens. They bought some eggs and brought them home and put them under one of our hens that was settling. Three weeks later they brought in some of the ugliest chickens I had ever seen. They had a little fuzz on their body but bare long neck and bare rear ends. I guess they were a breed called "turkens". Finally they confessed to what they had done. I thought I had deformed chickens. One time EB was working around in the backyard and he saw spots that looked like the grass was burnt. He wondered if someone had been playing with matches. He called for Eskham Jr. and he admitted he had been playing with matches. EB says he Pictured at top are Mary Lou and Maxine, Eskham and Shirley, with Specky, the three legged pet. Pictured at bottom is Eskham Jr. .62. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f5df9546041a623e536adf9a7f1ecd7b.jpg 2d4ec3e653a07e01c1286b7197008f2e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (69) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 63 of A Little Bird Told Us thinks that is the last and only spanking he ever remembered giving Eskham Jr. Later on Eskham Jr. was appointed to be the one to burn the trash. His Dad showed him how and he would always stand and watch it. We could never get Shirley to even strike a match. She would stand back and strike the match and throw it the minute it started to light and of course it would be out before it touched the paper. Saturday night we were always very busy. The three girls had to have their hair put up and Sunday dinner had to be ready for the oven so we could all go to church. and Mary Lou had to watch the wrestling on TV. She was never sports minded but she did love wrestling. When Maxine was attending Capital University we sent her some extra money so she could buy her brother and sisters a Christmas present before she came home. She went shopping but she bought herself a new suit. She said their Christmas was seeing her in her new suit. It really was a nice suit and she looked nice in it. When Mary Lou and Maxine were 4 or 5 years old, I had been sick all day. I managed to fix some cereal for them then I would lie down. I saw them talking and crying and I asked them what was wrong. I had usually had supper ready when their Daddy got home and it was time for him to come home. They said they knew they would starve to death because I wasn't able to cook. When Eskham came I told him and he fixed them a real nice supper. I don't Pictured are Maxine and Mary Lou .63. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/160f5b6f71c29f8688a2411a30c7cd0a.jpg b21bb3b19d9bb10cf3fec7fc50d65568 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (70) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 64 of A Little Bird Told Us remember what he fixed except some fresh fried potatoes that they loved. In a few days I discovered I was pregnant for their little brother. The Boggs were our neighbors. The kids use to come down and play ball in our field. One day Shirley went up to play on their swing with Myrtle Boggs. While swinging, Shirley fell out and broke her arm. She pent one night in the hospital. We always felt bad because Mr. Boggs took the swing down so they could no longer play on it. Several years later the daughter of the oldest Boggs' boy became my granddaughter, Jeff's wife Joyce. One morning EB and I were sleeping a little late. And Shirley crawled in under our bed. EB and I started talking about Shirley saying we didn't know what we were going to do with her that she was causing us so much worry. Shirley hurried back into her bed and really cried. We were some time convincing her that we were only teasing and that she was very dear to us. Eskham Jr. helped me make ice cream. We had a walk-in cooler in the basement so he carried the gallons of milk down. One day he fell and the glass cut his wrist. I couldn't get the bleeding stopped Pictured are The Look Alikes... Ethel Warner and Shirley Hayes in 1st Grade .64. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/80760e0c5bc47a2b4d1814edfe5519ff.jpg cf26695918df21d112db40e5e60cfea8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (71) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 65 of A Little Bird Told Us because it was deep. I asked Shirley to call the doctor but our line was busy and the girls who were talking wouldn't let her have the line. She came and held the pad on Eskham's arm while I asked the girls to give up the line. I handed the phone back to Shirley after I dialed Dr. Livingston's number. When he answered she told him to get things ready because I was bringing Eskham down. His Dad and I took Eskham to the hospital and he spent the night there. We always laughed about Shirley telling the Doctor "to get things ready." There was an elderly man who lived in Olive Green. He wrote a column for our local Sunbury News. At the time of Mary Lou's and Maxine's weddings he wrote very nice articles about them which we have reprinted on the next two pages. When Maxine got married I made clothes for her trip. The last day I stayed up late to finish an extra dress I wanted her to have. We had carefully packed her clothes in a hanging case but they were many miles from home before they thought about them. Jack refused to come back and get them so they did some shopping and she had new dresses waiting for her when she got home. Mary Lou went to Ohio University in Athens, On a Saturday we took Mary Ellen McClish and Mary Lou down and helped them unload at the dormitory. We got most of their things unloaded and then we went to Juanita and Marlon for lunch. Eskham Jr. and Shirley were with us. Needless to say we had a car full going down. Her dormitory was about two blocks from the main street. After lunch as we came from Juanita's, Eskham stopped the car and said the girls could walk the two blocks to the dorm. The girls got out quickly, said goodbye and Eskham drove on. It was a long time (maybe we were almost home) before I could get myself settled and realized he had done the right thing. .65. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2e5edd1ba40030c561d8262ac2c00dac.jpg 5d170365e554ee4cdd903e4db13d00fe Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (72) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 66 of A Little Bird Told Us THE SUNBURY NEWS WEDDING TAKES ANOTHER GIRL FRIEND; CUPID'S ARROW NEVER MISSES THE MARK By Fred McKay I have run out of exclamation points! Another of my girl friends is gone. She has become a victim to that ever busy little Cupid, who belongs to the oldest union. Speaking of nuclear missiles! This little fel- low's unerring arrows never miss the mark. Mary Lou belongs to the com- munity. She was born and grew up from where by taking a short walk, she could throw a stone into the main street of Olive Green. She is an accomplished musician and vocalist - Sunbury Hi grad- uate - finished a teacher's course at Ohio University. I just can't refrain from writing about how nearly she came to missing her wedding day on Sun- day, Aug. 10, 1958. Kenneth W. Mackley was the lucky man. Her House Blew Up One morning one of our neigh- bors stopped and said, "Hayes' house blew up." I took my walk to the bridge much faster on that morning and found out that every- body was safe. "He giveth His angels charge over thee". Now I'm going to look ahead. Before this happy couple celebrates their 50th wedding there'll no doubt be a bright golden haired little girl with waiting eyes look up and say "Grandma, tell us about the time your house blew up and how scared you were". Someone whispered to the groom that I'd tear him to pieces with my pencil. I had never seen him 'till on his wedding day. There was just one word came as I looked into his manly open face and it was = "trust". Miles, Miles of Lace The bride's dress was beautiful. All I could think of was miles and miles of lace. How many stitches of love it must have taken! The altar was decorated in beautiful green and white - 14 bright cand- les sent forth their beams on which is always a never to be forgotten scene. Maxine very touchingly sang, "Always", "Because", "I Love you Truly", "In My Garden" and with unusual solemnity and beauty sang the "Wedding Prayer" with bride and groom and attendants kneeling. I had never seen this before. Mrs. Warner Breece very artis- tically played the organ which brought forth all its sonorous joyous sounds - the tears - unbidden almost came - did come! I was much moved to see Eskham jr. escort his mother to her seat. These lines came to mind: "My son is my son till he have got him a wife, but my daughter is my daughter all the days of her life". They were made one by Rev. George Pingle with a double ring. Rev. Richard Burns was best man. The bride's maids were Maxine and Shirley, Mary Lou's sisters, and Jane Debolt. Ushers were Eskham jr., Myron Warner, Dale Price and Bob Mackley. There was a load of presents. The reception held in the church basement was a jolly affair. Someone has said, there's always a place for tears at a wedding. It must be for the older ones. A glance back through the yesterdays of bygone days and for the parents, the memory of the bright eager faces of a little boy or girl starting to school. I have often said that they never come back but their memory is enshrined in our hearts that lasts all our days. Bright eyed beauties were there, old age was present and fondly loved babies too. None of 'em cried. My wish for this envied couple is that as they start down "the long path" together it'll lead through "fields of green and by the waters still", and when trouble comes, let it be a "shadow on the sun that shades the soul". Mackley and Hayes Wedding .66. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1df7ed3f4bf62412311193d7f07973ac.jpg b9986fa237fdc051d122993a630bdd47 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (73) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 67 of A Little Bird Told Us I'LL NOT WRITE ABOUT THE TROUSSEAU - SOME- ONE ELSE WILL DO SO-FOR THIS WEDDING by Fred McKay I'll not write about the trouseau. Someone else will do so. I'm writing just for Maxine and Jack and the folks. "Hear the mellow wedding bells! What a world of happiness their melody foretells!" "The sunshine is gone from the old south room, Where she sat through the long bright, summer hours, And the odor is gone from the window flowers, And something is lost of their delicate bloom, And a shadow creeps over the house with its gloom. And a shadow that over our paradise lowers, For we can see her no more in the old south room." Tears of joy came to see her go. Even the clouds wept at her going away. "Sweet grief". The gently falling rain showered a blessing on them and the silver and gold sunset pronounced a benediction. Crusty old August's heart was melted and furnished an extra Sun- day just for Maxine and Jack who stand hand in hand with expectant feet happy - confident - unafraid. I envy them their youth, "When the days are short and the years are long". "Many waters cannot quen- ch love neither can the floods de= stroy it". Maxine has spent most of her young life near the banks of belov- ed Big Walnut where the "Fog comes on little cat feet". I did not wedding day. I had faith in him at first sight. While penning these lines I heard the most beautiful music. It came from a violin which always is filled with "sweet sounds". Beautiful screeching, wavering wails come forth - whistling, piping staccato! Then a sort 'o hushing and falling of drops of water on the dainties of silvery sheets and like the gentle dew upon the grass in every drop of which "All heaven is mirrored". Finally the softest murmuring., muffled tones like the sweetest of lullabies. Once the tears came! Maxine is a talented musician and vocalist. May their lives be happy and long together - even to the time "When the years are short and the days are long." Let's sing and shout, clap our hands and all wish them Bon Voyage. Their wed- ding was beautiful! I asked our little granddaughter Kathy what part she liked best. She said, "Max- ine's singing". Alice Maxine Hayes to Jack Leroy Stimmel Sunday, Aug. 30, 1959 Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?" Stimmel and Hayes Wedding .67. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/045859dbef1a8826615adb2c9252380e.jpg 2682cd94aa0c386e5534ec6f54d159eb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (74) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 68 of A Little Bird Told Us The rule at the dorm was the girls had to stay the first six weeks. When Mary Lou did come home she asked for some unbalanced meals, she had been eating at the dorm and every time it was a balanced meal and she wanted some snacks. Kenny came up one week about the close of Mary Lou's second year. He said he and come to ask permission to give Mary Lou a ring and wouldn't leave until he got our permission. He hung on one hip and then the other until we finally gave him permission. We went to Niagara Falls one time with Mary Lou and Kenny. We spent our time at the Falls and in Canada and started to drive home late at night. We were on an interstate when I noticed the mileage for New York City was getting lower rather than farther away. We were on the right road but going the wrong way. There used to be a gift shop at the intersection of 61 and 95. We, EB and I, had stopped there and I saw some pretty Currier and Ives dishes. This was just after Eskham and Jeane were married and I thought it would be nice to have a place setting for each of us since we were alone now. I asked Kenney to take me up to get them before Eskham's birthday. They were going to charge me more for two place settings that for the full set for six. So I bought the full set. Then several years later when we began attending flea markets in Florida we saw many of these dishes on sale so I began to buy them. Plates were usually less than a dollar and I paid $5 for one box and got about 20 plus a lot of other dishes I needed to complete the ones I needed in Florida. Then we decided those would be nice dishes for our three granddaughters so we kept looking for dishes until we had over 300. Finally when they were all married I divided and saved enough for me to use. Now when you see the plates they are .68. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0574b43ce0c0a0785bcb97b9174b15ca.jpg de82035d082bae5f16189f619da69cae Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (75) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 69 of A Little Bird Told Us priced $10 each and big plates at $12 or &15. I still think they are pretty dishes. Family Reunion at Porter Grange 1954 Pictured on the upper left are The Inlaws: Hildred Warner Thurman Warner Ethel Hayes Hubert Warner Rodney Warner M. H. Warner Roger Warner Pictured on the middle right are The Outlaws: Esther Warner Rheumilla Warner Josephine Warner Helen Warner Marie Warner Eskham Hayes M. H. Warner Pictured on bottom left is Our Family: Mary Lou and Maxine Hayes Eskham and Ethel Hayes, M. H. Warner Eskham, Jr. and Shirley Hayes .69. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4f73c3b09bd7a2441a9e4f06daa190b2.jpg 88f919be4162254813a4d4b5ecd9bdba Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (76) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 70 of A Little Bird Told Us After E.B. started doing refrigeration work, he sold a new Ice Cream Machine. He brought the old one home and put a new compressor on it. One year when we were having the Warner Reunion at the Porter Grange hall, we used to take the outfit up about 2 P.M. and serve ice cream to everyone. The little ones could have as many cones as they could eat. Eskham became known to a lot of nieces and nephews as the "Ice Cream Man." At that time I kept ice cream made and sold it by the half gallons. E.B. also took Dixie Cups of ice cream in a styrofoam packer to work with him when he was working on the Ohio State University Dormitory. Everyone helped themselves and put the money in a cup. It worked fine until a new group of workers came in and took advantage of him. When Eskham Jr. became old enough to help his Dad, I lost my help so I quit the ice cream business. Then a few years ago at our Reunion, one niece who is now married and has a son said she wished the Ice Cream Man would return. Since the next year we were hosts, we got the machine together and since then we have had homemade ice cream at our reunions. We have become known as the Ice Cream People at Sunbury since we have been making it for the church on Memorial Day, Fourth of July and Labor Day. When Mary Lou and and Kenny decided to get married, the idea of a church wedding was quite a new experience for me. Mary Lou picked out a picture of a dress in the magazine that she liked so we went shopping. We made a beautiful dress and the bridesmaid dresses. About 10 o'clock on her wedding day it dawned on us that since Mary Lou had a short sleeved dress she should have gloves or mitts. So I used the leftover lace and made her mitts. Every thing was ready on time. Everyone told me I would cry at Mary Lou's wedding. I never even shed a tear even though my heart .70. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/15c431e55e675a91eb9daab66cf048f3.jpg 34ccc93a2138de278306e188033a643d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (77) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 71 of A Little Bird Told Us was over flowing but the next week, Lee Ellen Miller was married in the same church and I cried through the entire service. When Tim became old enough to comb his own hair he became aware that some hair on the crown of his head always wanted to stick up. So why bother, he just pulled it out. And before he was aware, his folks noticed a very small bare spot appearing on his head. After that he combed his hair differently. My niece Ruth was very slow learning to walk. She could walk around things but would not let loose. Her Grandmother Lena bought her a walker. A walker was an unusual toy then. Ruth took one look at it and walked to it and she has walked alone ever since. When Jack Bryan was little he would stay with me sometime and he was always close under foot. If I was baking he would sit on the cabinet and talk. and after every statement he would say, "Right Grandmother" and he would keep on saying it until you answered. Maxine had to keep her eye on Ted when he was in the kitchen. One day he had her Bible in a skillet and was going to fry it. Mandy was very attached to her blanket. She carried it with her all the time. One day I sat down to rock her for her afternoon nap and she didn't have it. She asked for it and I said "It flew the coop." She settled down and went to sleep and never saw the blanket again until her wedding shower. I think she still has it. When Eskham Jr. was younger he had a habit that always embarrassed me. When we ate at home we never thought so much about it but when we were eating somewhere else and a dish was passed to him he would always smell it first. And to this day I ask him to eat with his Dad and I he will say "What do you have to eat?" Also when he was small he always wanted catsup on everything. We had a cartoon on the refrigerator .71. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/cb4d06a6e9ef3fa34436efb4516e9c9e.jpg 6bb5caea3a3b9590500070e90ea506ee Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (78) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 72 of A Little Bird Told Us When he was little that said, "If it wasn't for catsup There were a lot of things I wouldn't eat!" On the morning of Mary Lou's second birthday, Thurman came over and ask me to come and stay with Josephine while he went for the doctor. 61 was being built and he had to go the back road. No one close had a Sunbury phone. Before he got back Dick Warner made his appearance and I had the honor of picking him up first and smacking his little bottom. When Dr. Livingston arrived he took over and I went out to find Thurman and he was leaning over the back fence. I didn't remember if I ever spanked Dick any after that. After Harvey and Lucy were married her first teaching job was at Akron. Harvey was still in school. We had to make a trip to Akron to pick up some electrical heaters so we planned to surprise them. We found their home and were sitting in a swing on their front porch when we saw them coming up the street holding hands and very involved in conversation. Suddenly they saw us and I thought they were going to turn and run. We sat and talked for a long time until it was supper time. Finally something was said about eating but they didn't have food enough and only had two knives and forks. Finally Eskham went to the car and brought in the picnic basket and then everyone enjoyed themselves. We really made them nervous for a short time. We have seen holes cut in doors so dogs and cats could go in and out but on our last trip to N. Carolina we saw a door with the top corner cut off. It seemed Pat wanted to mount his two deer heads in a certain position on the side walls. When the deer were in place, Shirley couldn't open the closet door without hitting the deer's ear. So Pat cut a triangle piece off the door and fastened it to the door frame and now the door opens without hitting the deer's ear. I was down to Eskham Jr's the day after Jeanne .72. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1bb34132bf7d86beb6f2581e982e5a7e.jpg 50e8c362552ef90230916547d9c41a5c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (79) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 73 of A Little Bird Told Us brought Jason home from the hospital. While Jeanne and I were in the kitchen and I walked into the living room and Eskham III had upset Jason's basket on himself and he was trying to crawl out from under the blankets. I had to dig a little to find Jason but he was OK. When Jason was small, I always referred to him as my Baby Grandson. He resented it during his teenager years but now I ask him who he is and he says Baby Grandson. The first time I realized I had any heart problems I was in Florida in a WalMart store. Maxine had come down to visit and we took Alice Morris and Rose Klafke out to our favorite eating place. I had their wonderful fish platter and I am sure "I ate the whole thing" then we went shopping. EB and I were walking back to my favorite spot, the yard goods department, and I felt dizzy and started to pass out. EB just helped me lay down in the aisle. I quickly came to and the store personnel helped me to our car. Maxine drove me directly to a doctor who ran a blood sample and test. He told me I had had too much sea food, of course he put me on medication. The next time I had trouble we were shopping again with Rose and Lou Klafke at the shopping mall in Ocala. I didn't pass out but I felt like I had a rubberband around my chest and someway it was getting tighter. We bought red zippered jackets and then I admitted I was sick. We sat down and rested awhile and then we decided we should start home. We had about 30 miles to drive to the hospital and we made it down route 27 in nothing flat. EB wished for a patrolman so we could have an escort. We made it and I told them afterward that I have never been undressed so fast. They sent me from the Leesburg Hospital to one at Orlando. Eskham Jr. and Jeanne flew down on four wheels and they took me to Orlando. Nothing developed as being serious, just put on medication and I am still doing my thing. .73. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5e678b54c42b9b5cc178895f18e1e22c.jpg 07a34385a94a6fc5cee1eff5b5b36efd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (80) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 74 of A Little Bird Told Us Eskham had to get into the act so he decided to pass out in church a few months ago. A nurse sitting back of us saw the problem I was having trying to get his attention. She came over and layed him down on the pew. At first she didn't get a pulse and she started to loosen his tie. He came to and he asked if she was undressing him. Another nurse came with a cold cloth and he told her if something was going to happen this was a good place for it to happen. The minister stopped at the hospital after the service and EB said there wasn't anything wrong with him but he was hungry. We did stop at a restaurant on the way home about six o'clock and ate supper. We had spent six hours in the emergency room and still haven't found out the cause. While we were spending our winters in Florida, we had lots of company, and we enjoyed them all. Some say I enticed my nephews into activities that they didn't usually do. The Park always had Bingo on Monday night so Dick Covey decided he would go with me. He said he would play but he knew he wouldn't win. Elvira stayed at the house with Eskham. Dick had a good time and I think he won. A year or two later, Bob and Joan came with Dick and Elvira. Bob being a minister, didn't think he should go but he won the first game. And then they would spend their dirty money. Now I hear Dick is conducting Bingo games in the inner city of Jacksonville. Our Bingo games were just fun for Senior Citizens. Our regular activity when we spent our winter in Florida was visiting all the flea markets. You could go to one everyday that was in driving distance. Our favorite was the one at Webster every Monday. You could arrive at 9 and walk until you were tired usually around 2:30 or 3:00 and you hadn't seen it all. We did get some good ideas. At the flea market we saw 5 gallon buckets made into seats for children. We copied .74. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/21170fe02da1ec3364c15ad434ade606.jpg a8b7ee56d4648b6d33b9f5b79c14f9cf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (81) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 75 of A Little Bird Told Us the idea and have made seats for all our great grandchildren and several small friends. We improved on the original buckets by putting the children's names on them. We had one Grandson, my baby grandson, who had a hard time accepting himself. He had to learn to have a lot of self control. He always got sick at his stomach when ever he smelt a bad odor. He was very easy to toilet train. One time Jeffery and Jack carried him out to see their pigs. Of course the pen was hot and smelly and they quickly brought Jason back in. Holly was a climbing child. When her arms were wide enough to reach across the door frame she could climb to the top using her hands and feet. She told her mother one time that whenever she saw her up in the tree sitting she would know she was mad and to just let her alone. While we were visiting Shirley we learned that Jimmie had gotten married. Later on in the evening Jimmie and Kathy came in. E.B. and I were standing across the room and E.B. looked at me and said, "She is sure a long tall drink of water." Kathy heard him and came right over and said she had been called a lot of things but never that. It really broke the ice and she never forgot it. Eskham and I joined the Porter Grange over 50 years ago and were very active members for a number of years. We organized the Juvenile Grange and worked several years with the Drill Team. I joined the Eastern Stars while I was staying with Roger at Ashley and then transferred to Sunbury. Eskham joined the Masons in Sunbury. We are both Fifty Year Members but have never been active. I helped organize our women's club back in 1953. It is now the Tri Co Club. I always enjoy all the crafts. Eskham is always hunting for something he can do. .75. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/45af42cbc5a0fb00bad9b2c61accb6f5.jpg 2b39894219d60ed2a97b0e3fa585376b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (82) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 76 of A Little Bird Told Us One day he was cleaning the basement and he found some tiles that he had brought back from Columbus when he was working on the dormitories at O.S.U. He wondered what he could make from them. He came up with the idea of trivets, and that has developed into paper weights and worry stones. It is something we both can do together. We seem to always get a lot of phone calls to buy things. While in Florida we had a call and E.B. answered the phone. The sales lady was selling a lot in a Memorial Garden that they were starting in Leesburg. E.B. answered her by saying, "He hadn't used the lot he was given last year for Christmas." They quickly hung up. Elvira told me this story. She said she had used her Uncle Eskham as an example several times when she had had to give speeches. She used the example that EB did not let his blindness handicap keep him from doing some things. She said we were all at a family reunion and her family was wanting someone to take their pictures. Eskham and John Droke were talking and she asked them. Eskham was almost blind and John had one arm. So John focused the camera and EB pushed the button to take the picture. When Eskham learnt he was losing his eyesight, he started to study the cash money he carried in his pocket. It wasn't long before he could tell the pennies and dimes apart, and the nickels and quarters. He places the paper money folded different ways. While we were in Florida, the eye doctor told Eskham that he had macular degeneration in his eyes. He just got new glasses and before they came he couldn't see thru them because his eyes had changed that much. He started to adjust to his condition. He was driving one evening and shadows across the road were bothering him so he pulled over and had me drive. .76. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/15266d9393e2c2b8ac077cd1f5259591.jpg ea8162c533be18cbcb92689bb7ef7356 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (83) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 77 of A Little Bird Told Us It wasn't long before he quit driving. He said he didn't think it was safe for him to drive any longer. He continued to do other things. He used an electric saw and drills in fact he did about anything he wanted to do. When he was using a screw driver he didn't want you to help - just to give him time. The same is true about using a key. And one thing he insisted on was not to take hold of him and guide him. If we went into a house he would count the steps going in and then he knew how many he would have to go down. When he was doing something electrical he would talk me through the connection. I have really learned a lot about tools and really have learned patience. It is hard to stand by and wait while he struggles to get something together. But that is the way he is, very independent and very determined to do his own thing. I've already told you how he learned to handle money. His greatest joy now is having the Talking Book Program. I think I should write a paragraph and tell of all the kinds of jobs Eskham has had. It think it will take more than a paragraph, maybe a chapter and I'm not sure if it wouldn't fill whole book. He started delivering the Columbus Dispatch about the time he started to school. We figured he must have had a five mile route because he walked all the streets in Woodstock. For some of the old people, he took the paper up to the porch. For a couple of real old ladies, he would hand it inside to them if the weather was bad. During the summer he mowed lawns or picked cherries and strawberries. During the spring ladies liked to have help beating the rugs. We did not have a vacuum sweepers like we do now. Every spring our beds were taken apart and the feather beds were taken out of doors and hung on a line. Rugs were also taken up and hung on the line or layed on the ground and pounded. The floors were then mopped, clean paper put down for .77. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4083ef98e27d70794c88832c6a7fc468.jpg 5930ef9a2443eeba3d5a8f8886181371 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (84) Description An account of the resource padding and after all the dust had been beaten or pounded the rugs were put back on the floor. It always took a little time to browse through the dusty paper of a year or more. The beds and springs were always cleaned of dust before they were put back together. It usually took a day to do one room but how nice the bed was to climb into that night. Many women who didn't have boys were always looking for someone to help them do the heavy cleaning. Eskham beat many rugs and usually was paid 50 cents. Hildreths that lived at the edge of town had a large strawberry patch and they hired many boys to help pick. Eskham went down with a group of older boys to pick. He was small but Mr. Hildreth said he could pick. He remembers that he made $3.98 picking strawberries in one afternoon. We had a small canning factory in Woodstock that canned green beans and Bonnie Best tomatoes. Eskham worked on the planting machine that was pulled by a horse. He and another boy wold drop a plant into the holes made with the planter. They planted one row at a time. Later on there were tomatoes and beans to be picked. Eskham went with his brothers and Bob Lincoln told him he could pick, too. At the end of the week he paid Eskham the same as his brothers. Sometimes when Eskham was delivering papers he would deliver a short note in the paper. Claudine use to put the return note into a certain hollow tree that was near her house. Some times he wrote in Morse Code, which he knew, but he found out Claudine's father used to be a telegraph operator so that ended the secret code. The summer before the eight grade, Mr. O.P. Smith asked him to help pick up potatoes that he had plowed out. When they finished that day Mr. Smith asked if he would like to learn to work in his store. This was a .78. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e5ba3ecf91faf539987a484a84931a6b.jpg c0a99da5f21924f3918d9004417bc39c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (85) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 79 of A Little Bird Told Us general merchandise store that kept groceries, meat, dry goods, shoes and boots, oils and gasoline. After he learned the job he would go in the morning and work till school time, it was just a couple of blocks from school. Then he would stay at noon while Mr. Smith went home for dinner, and return after school and work till closing time. He sold his paper route. He made $5 a week and worked six days a week. He did get time off for football practice. Between his junior and senior year the Pennsylvania Railroad was laying new tracks through Woodstock. He learned they were paying $3 a day, so he got a job working for the railroad. He said it toughened him up good for football. When the railroad job was over, Mr. Smith took him back and he worked for him for five years. During the time Eskham was working in the store, he was keeping time with the boss's daughter. They had begun to have some problems and one afternoon Eskham decided to go swimming instead of going to work at the store. The next morning Mr. Smith told him he thought the store could get along without his help. So he went next door to a meat market operated by Mr. Hahn. About six months later he borrowed from an insurance policy and bought the store. The meat market was really a butcher shop. If you bought steak it was cut right from the carcass that was hanging in the cooler. His brother, Aubrey, helped him work in the store. They carried a full line of groceries. They gave credit to too many people, it was during the depression, and after a year they closed their doors. My dad was one of their customers but he said he paid his bill but he did require it to be itemized. All accounts were totaled and just the date and amount was kept on their records. But when they made a sale to M.H. Warner's account they had to list every item. Eskham owed some companies that had supplies his store .79. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1a6e45a07a7f66f0e2082d967e325eee.jpg da2743038f808d1ba3210f1fc80fe912 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (86) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 80 of A Little Bird Told Us and he paid the last one with a diamond ring that had been returned to him. In a short time he started working at the elevator where the farmers sold their grain and bought coal. The coal came in train cars and had to be unloaded by hand - sixty tons in each car. He would stand on top and throw off as much as he could until he could use a shovel. Many of the people who got the welfare coal would sit uptown in the warm building and then come down and get their free coal. This was depression times and a large insurance company in Columbus acquired many farms in our area and they hired Eskham's dad to repair and build fences on them. Eskham, his brother Aub, and a couple of cousins worked on the gang. When they worked a distance from home, Mother Hayes would go along and they would live in a tenant house on the farm. He got paid $7 a week and room and board. That was when they worked from "Can see to Can't see." Ruby Clark owned the drug store in Woodstock and she offered him the same pay to take over her store and operate it for her. It was mostly soda fountain, candy, tobacco, and some patent medicines. It was a full time job. He had an electric pop-corn popper at the store. He had this job after we moved from Woodstock. A friend of Eskham's, Leonard Ropp, inherited a sum of money and he invested it in a Pharmacy on North High Street in Columbus and he asked him to operate it. They had a lady pharmacist but Eskham took care of the rest of the store. After a few months Eskham realized that Leonard Ropp was going to lose his store, so he started to look for another job. Leonard Ropp, Aubrey and Eskham were living in an apartment on Seventh Avenue. Jobs were scarce so Eskham went to Columbus Coated Fabrics and put in his application at the morning .80. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f47996e9e6fcaf6437fcf8060c867665.jpg 401b1c2bc2b2c39d92f349a886727255 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (87) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 81 of A Little Bird Told Us shift. They handed out over a hundred applications at the 6 a.m. meeting. They were only hiring married men. Eskham went back at the 2 PM shift change and there was only one other man there. He said he was short and small. The foreman came out and asked if could handle large rolls, if so come back at 10 p.m. He was sure happy. He drove up to Sunbury and stayed for supper and went back in time to go to work at 10 p.m. He worked the night shift and would make $1 an hour. He worked there six years and hated very minute of it. When he came home he smelt like lacquer thinner. I am sure it wasn't good for his health. He was printing plastic and oilcloth. We were married while he still worked at Columbus Coated Fabrics. We heard that Nestlés in Sunbury was in need of an electrician. He went down for an interview and was hired for 60¢ an hour. He spent a lot of time studying some electrical books. It was less pay per hour but he didn't have the expense of driving to Columbus. He shortly received some pay increases and some overtime. While at Nestles he got some experience on rewinding motors, some work on steam boilers, and refrigeration along with all kinds of wiring. During World War II the boss came around and asked him if he was mad and wanted to fight. He told him no. A few days later he received his draft card and he had been moved down a notch. Nestlés was furnishing coffee packs for soldiers. The plant was awarded and E Award for Excellence. During the time the war was on Eskham was on call twenty-four hours a day and seven day a week. Two years he never took a vacation he just worked full time and received a check for his vacation pay. Whenever he had to go in at night he was always paid for four hours. Some nights he would make two or three trips, because he could get there before anyone else could. .81. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7802ac89cc133466e21f6ac25d7bdc4e.jpg 906d3c9b75280ac1f667cf7a1ffa2f62 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (88) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 82 of A little Bird Told Us He started doing outside work in his spare time. It seemed a lot of people needed electric, motor, or refrigeration repair work done. The last year he took his vacation and then he decided I needed my tonsils out, so he asked for another week. Then he went back to work and it wasn't long until he asked his boss how much he needed to give notice of his quitting. He said two weeks and Eskam said to start counting. He had enjoyed working on his own so much he wanted to continue. We were doing fine when we were self-employed. I was able to run parts in Columbus part of the time and I did the book work. And taking care of the phone was almost a full-time job. Then we lost the house on January 17, 1952. After that Eskham tried to carry on his work and build our house. We only had $2000 insurance on our house so we really had our work cut out for us. We did much of the work ourselves. Mr. Crowl helped with the framing, Mr. Paskins and the Forman twins laid rhe bricks, Rodney and Roger helped put down the floors. We did the finishing ourselves. We moved in nine months but it was several years before everything was finished. A man from Hydraulic Plant at Mt. Giliad came down and asked Eskham to come do some electrical work. The pay sounded awfully good so he started working nights. He left before the kids got home from school and they left in the mornings before he got up. He only saw them on weekends and that didn't work very good. Walter Benedict, who was from Ashley, worked with him at the Hydraulic. He brought in an ad one morning that Percha Electric was wanting electricians and paying $2.92 an hour. Eskham came home changed clothes and went to Columbus and was hired to go to work on Monday. While he worked for Percha Electric he was foreman .82. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7f20a344c14b7a2575739f2e31306d8d.jpg 0174f13b687e286d24750579350eb532 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (89) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page of A Little Bird Told Us Three photos of unidentified people other than Eskham and Ethel Hayes who are seated in front of four standing people, most likely relatives and friends. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3424fe77a797866d11b8a245873c7f32.jpg dd74c424f8468610b161b843d8ff490b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (90) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 83 of A Little Bird Told Us for the additions to the Sunbury Elementary, Galena and Center Village. He worked at the Art Building of E. Broad and several other schools in Columbus. Percha was going out of business and he returned to Arabia. While working for Percha, Eskham joined the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers, IBEW. He reported to the union that his work was finished at Percha. and three days later he was called by McCarty Brothers Electric. He worked for them about six years. While working for McCarty Brothers he worked on many schools, the eleven story dormitories at O.S.U. and Riverside Hospital. Eskham learned that McCarty Brothers were wanting to take on some apprentices because their business was picking up. Eskham asked Kenney if he would like to learn the trade. He went down and started his training. Several years later, Tim went down and followed in his Dad's and Grandfather's footsteps. Eskham worked for McCarty for six years and began to do more work at home. When Eskham Jr. graduated he wanted to work with his Dad and learn the trade. They were in business together until Eskham retired at 65. It was long and unusual hours but they enjoyed working together. Since Eskham retires be(he) had only worked here at home and there are still some Honey Do jobs waiting for him. I'll end with a paragraph about my contribution. I belong to the Roofers Union, it covered everything. After second year of college I was an unregistered nurse for four years and then waited a year and got married. In 1960 I took the U.S. Census in Porter Township. I substituted in the school cafeteria for two weeks and I worked on the election board as Judge about four years. I think I only got about 10 paychecks in my life. I spent my time, cooking, cleaning, sewing, .83. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6461626432a05b0270537e973cb9f8aa.jpg 6d97ebd75dfb774b03e177cddacc3c66 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (91) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 84 of A Little Bird Told Us crocheting, knitting, counted cross-stitch, being a mother and wife. I feel I have had a very happy and fulfilled life being a wife and and companion to my husband. While Eskham was working on this fence gang, they were digging holes in some very hard ground. They got the idea to use some dynamite. They used one half stick and put it down about ten inches. They lite it and after the boom they had a big hole that had to be filled in before they could put in the post. * * * I always said the first half hour after the school bus arrived in the afternoon was wasted time. It really wasn't wasted, now I know it was very valuable time. Shirley, Eskham Jr. and Maxine all talked at once about school and what their friends were saying and doing. Mary Lou would usually go in and change her clothes and wait until the others had finished and then she would follow me around and tell her stories and she wasn't competing for my time. They really were four individual children. Eskham sometimes made a service call after supper and Eskham Jr. always wanted to go with him. At first we made him stay home and we would work on his homework. But I could tell his mind was with his father and not with me. We changed our schedule and decided he could go with his father when he wasn't going to be too late if he would get up early in the morning and we would do his homework. After Eskham left for work I would call EB Jr. and he would get up and we would work together, and his grades improves and he was a happier boy. The first year Mary Lou went to school she would walk down the lane and could hardly step up into the bus all by herself. The next year Maxine started. The bus went passed our house, around the block and picked up the children on the second round. We usually had .84. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4168416d8198c02f211d9f98e8044985.jpg a722441dd0fea6b971651284f88f1d77 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (92) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 85 of A Little Bird Told Us about 10 minutes warning that the bus was coming. During that time we had to keep the conversation light and funny or Mary Lou would be in tears. After she got to school she was fine until lunch time. Then the second grade teacher would always go over and get Maxine to come over and eat lunch with Mary Lou because she was crying. Maxine said one of the boys was always teasing May Lou until she told him to quit teasing her sister. I guess that ended the crying spells. I brought Shirley home from the hospital the day before Maxine started first grade. That may have been what made Mary Lou unhappy about school. But Maxine thinks her telling that boy off was what helped her. After the school years were over I still miss hearing someone say, "Here comes the BUS!" * * * One time when Jeanne was visiting before she and Eskham Jr. were married, she locked herself in the bathroom. She was very timid about calling anyone but finally someone heard her and went to her rescue. She vowed she would never lock the door again. Another time we were talking about changing the clocks at 2 A.M. so we would be on the correct time. Before Jeanne thought she asked if she had to get up and do it at 2 A.M. Of course every Spring and Fall we remind her that she must do it at 2 A.M. * * * I almost forgot one special family event that was started by my Father and we have continued. October is apple butter month. It has become an event we all look forward to as a family get together near Eskham's birthday in October. We started using just one kettle but as our family grew we started doing two kettles at the same time. Each family brings a bushel of apples made into sauce, ten pounds of sugar and some empty washed jars. I usually furnish the red hots and cinnamon oil. I use red hots to give the butter a good .85. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0c501d80352f82998843e89cdcbd7f1d.jpg bd2346cff2f3fbeec615dd0e3afb3822 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (93) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 86 of A Little Bird Told Us Apple Butter Making Color and I like the oil so you can't see specks in the butter. We use all varieties of apples. We try to get the kettles on about eight and ready to take off before three. Everyone takes a turn stirring and tasting. Eskham is always the official one to taste for enough cinnamon and when it is done. Last year I sterilized 24 pennies and put them in the kettle. They helped to keep the butter from sticking in the bottom of the pot. When the apple butter has cooked long enough, we start an assembly line. One dips and fills jars, one cleans the tops, on puts on the lids, one tightens, and then one wipes the jars. Then the jars are counted, divided by the number that brought a bushel of apple sauce and that decided how many jars of apple butter each family takes. One time Tim went to a farm auction and bought two long handled stirrers. An elderly gentleman came up and asked if he knew what he bought. He said, "Yes, we make apple butter at my Grandfather's." Photo of apple butter making .86. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2adc25d8233645a54d221970ef0b2f1a.jpg dd886b4423201494d0393d4c054cc0e4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (94) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 87 of A Little Bird Told Us We have extra people bring apples and join with us. Last year we had about 60 people here during the day. We made 190 pints of butter using two kettles. We usually have a potluck at noon and sometimes some homemade bread to sample the butter. Two years ago. Shirley and part of her family were here for the apple butter making. We decided to have our Thanksgiving sit-down dinner that evening. We put up extra tables in the living and dining room and we all had a place to sit. The last couple of years, we have had the ice cream machine going and we had ice cream to eat all day. Eskham has made a free standing canopy from pipe and plastic covering that we use as our tent. It helps to keep the falling leaves out of the butter and also provides protection if it rains. We also use the canopy in Sunbury when the church sells our ice cream. When the children were little they learned to say grace at our table. They started with the rhymes that are usually used and then Eskham Jr. learned to say the Lord's Prayer. He enjoyed repeating it at dinner time. Sometimes the girls were in a hurry to go someplace and wanted to get our meal over and they would whisper to him to say the short one. He would slowly bow his head and repeat the Lord's Prayer very slowly and with a lot of feeling. They never said anything to him at the table but I am sure they got even with him some way. * * * One of our greatest joys has been having grandchildren and getting to spend time with them. We have loved and enjoyed everyone. (And may I add you will enjoy your great grandchildren even more. We do.) I always said I hoped my grandchildren remembered me .87. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a6574e5c71673905141c698db4e0e850.jpg d47cd6c3da00b8d16c8a09e90a110f83 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (95) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 88 of A Little Bird Told Us with better thoughts than those I have had of my grandparents. Eskham had fond memories of times spent with his grandparents. I always made it a habit to spank each grandchild on their birthday. It was all done in fun, no child abuse. I spanked each one on their birthday until they were thirteen. I can see the thirteen year old boys laying over my lap, feet touching the floor on one side and hands on the other, while I spanked them thirteen times. The younger ones really enjoyed counting the spanks. When the first four or five became thirteen, I didn't think they had had much experience of going to a restaurant and ordering from a menu. So I suggested they pick the restaurant and we would all go together. Sometimes we were accompanied by other grandparents, aunts, and uncles. The first few times we went to Buns in Delaware. For Jack we went to Northern Columbus because it was Mother's weekend in Delaware and we couldn't reserve a room. When it was time for Holly and Mandy, it was a few days after Christmas and it seemed no one wanted a big meal, the girls decided to go to a pizza parlor in Delaware and they turned the basement over to our family after seven o'clock. Each one picked their own restaurant. I made each of my grandchildren a knitted sweater when they started to school. And each got a knitted sweater for their thirteenth birthday. Now I am having the pleasure if making knitted sweaters for my great grandchildren. I have already made three and have three more to make before Christmas next year. * * * Eskham and I took our first real vacation with Rodney and Esther. Shirley was married so she came home and helped Junior. Rodney was determined to show us everything in Florida and between here and there. .88. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2d034eb6a019dafa3debdf031e86dd76.jpg 39493f55384bb9dc99bd338f9cb6fa2a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (96) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 89 of A Little Bird Told Us The next year we went by ourselves and made a figure eight in Florida and saw real Florida and less of the attractions. Eskham's brother lives in Leesburg but we stayed in a motel in Leesburg because of Julia's health. Leesburg is in Central Florida and you could drive to the attraction in a day. We stopped at the Candlelight motel. We got acquainted with the manager who was from Ohio. When ever we arrived they treated us like friends. It was a small motel, only about 12 rooms, but they always had room for us. At that time you weren't suppose to eat in your rooms but she brought us in a card table and let us keep our milk in her refrigerator in the laundry room. At first the rate was $6 per night but that gradually went up. We never did sign the register when we were ready to leave he would just say a lump sum and we would pay him. When we first went to Florida we visited some friends that lived in a mobile park. E.B. said I would never get him to live cooped up like that. There was barely room enough to walk between the houses. One year we went down through Missouri, Kansas and Texas. We stopped at Fantastic Caverns. and they really were fantastic. We rode in a Jeep and it pulled a trailer if there were extra people. One time we were coming home and stopped at a motel and looked through the AAA book. We discovered that we had missed a cavern about fifty miles back. So the next morning we went back to see it, we weren't on any time schedule to get home. We also took the five mile walk through Mammoth Cave and ate our lunch in the cave. One time we spent a couple nights in New Orleans. We got up one morning and drove to the French Quarters and it wasn't even open. It really's a night town. Another time we were driving around just seeing how far we could get out on the Delta, We landed in a yard .89. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/013dfe7330d378c9ec8edbead59ae08f.jpg 15096a222cfd025b912558105066822e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (97) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 90 of A Little Bird Told Us full of goats so we quickly turned around and got out of that area. We drove from New Orleans to Florida one year after a terrible storm had gone through. We never saw such destruction. It looked like the time the tornado went through Ashley and took Roger's house and barn. But we drove for miles along the beach and only saw destruction. Roger and Marie went with us most of the time. We usually stayed six weeks or more until after we bought a home. One year we had a week that it rained and was nasty all the time. You get tired of playing cards all the time and it wasn't fun to go any place. So Eskham and I went out to look at some mobile homes. About the second day we found one that hadn't been put on the market yet because the people had just moved out. It was a single with two bedrooms, one on each end, 1 bath and a living kitchen area. We felt it was a good buy but we didn't have that much in our checking account. They wouldn't give us thirty days so we could get home and transfer. So we talked to Roger and Marie and we found we could put our three checks together and buy the house. When we got home we paid them back. The next day E.B. and I went shopping at the discount stores and bought bedding for the rooms, things for the bathroom, pans to cook in, dishes and silverware. We felt like two that had just got married. We moved in the next day and stayed two weeks. The first night no one slept. There was a bridge on the main road that rattled every time a car drove over it. It was a fun two weeks. The next winter Roger, Marie and us went back. Thurman and Josephine came and spent a week with us. The six of us really tripped over each other but we had fun. The davenport made out into a bed. That is where Thurman and Joe slept. Thurman always wanted to go to bed early so he would open the davenport and go to bed, .90. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f03c1955bece29c615790461236e48d5.jpg 74317e0a1e6aa43d19bb2d359517e062 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (98) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 91 of A Little Bird Told Us and we would sit around him and talk. Maxine, Jack and their kids took a trip down and stayed in our house for a week. I think it was the next fall, Eskham and I decided to take a fall trip. at first we didn't go South until after Christmas and home in March. Finally Eskham convinced me we could have Christmas in Florida so we went after Thanksgiving. Then we moved it early so I could work at Election, then we decided we could vote absentee. And the last few years we went in October and back the last of May. When we went down in the fall they had some new homes sitting in the park ready to be sold and installed. They were mostly double-wide homes. When I saw the kitchen of one I really fell in love with it. The house was in two sections with plastic over the sides that go together. I saw the living room, bath and bedroom of one side and only the dining room, bath kitchen of the other side. I really fell for the kitchen. We made a deal and they were to have it ready for us on January first. They gave us full value for our single. When we arrived we couldn't drive close in because they hadn't put in the ramp. Neighbors told us they laid the carpet about midnight the day before we arrived. But we loved the house and spent 14 happy years there. After we moved we became acquainted with our neighbors and became a part of the park. We had Bingo every Monday night, Craft club on Thursday, Bible Study course every winter, and lots of potlucks. It wasn't long before we were on a monthly committee to plan events for a special month. Eskham talked them into a P.A. System and a tape recorder so we had some dances using taped music and a couple times a year we had live music. We always had a big New Year's Eve dance, a big dinner at Thanksgiving and Christmas along with anniversaries and birthday celebrations. .91. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2ec92bab917391c049460270e8fec680.jpg 2b15444986a38877588532ba33f34c91 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (99) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 92 of A Little Bird Told Us We just needed a little excuse for a group to get together. There was a group that went out to breakfast once a week. In fact there were two groups, one went at six and the other at eight. Needless to say we went at eight. And a group went out to Don's once a month to eat dinner together. Those meals were really a lot of fun. A friend of one of our neighbors got married and he told Byron Morris he was coming to the park to spend his honeymoon. We all knew him because he spent a lot of time with Byron. So a group of us decided we should bell them after the dance. It is surprising how many had not heard of a belling using horns and pans banging together. Another lady and I short-sheeted the bed, used some saran wrap and set an alarm clock on a pan under the bed to go off at 4 a.m. It was really a fun night and they were good sports about it. One month they were wanting a fund raising project and suggested an ice cream social with the choir putting on a Sunday afternoon concert. Some people had never heard of an ice cream social. We went to and ice cream wholesale place in Eustis and bought two gallon containers. Some of the ladies brought cakes and everyone enjoyed them. They have it as an annual event now. Roger and Marie went with us most of the time. One year we went with Thurman and Josephine. Thurman always said he couldn't ride in a car unless he drove but on this trip he decided it was nice to have some one else drive. One day we were in quite a lot of traffic and Eskham decided to get out of it. He turned on a street and he was going the wrong way and he came right back on the same street. We sure laughed at him. Elviria and Dick brought Esther down and stayed a few days. Hildred and Rheumilla were down for a week and we .92. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/87f49801aa6730430c644275915cb5bc.jpg 56328873c4bf8570541a477bec13c114 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (100) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 93 of A Little Bird Told Us went to the airport to pick up MIldred. Then she drove them on to Linda's. Linda and her family stopped once when they were going north. Duane was down for a swim meet with his daughter, and he drove from the airport and had dinner with us. Paul and Muriel spent some time with us. So did Shirley Ann, John, Debbie and husband were here too. Rachel Warner visited once when Roger was there. Another time we planned to meet her at a McDonald's down by Disney World. Eskham didn't feel well so I took Roger and Marie. And on the way down I had car trouble. Finally we made it to McDonald's but I was so nervous I said lets eat fast so we can get home before dark. We were only able to travel about 20 miles an hour all the way home. And that is nerve racking when you are on a four lane highway. Harvey and Lucy spent a day and Juanita and Marion were down several times. Elvira, Disk, Bob and Joan came. That is when they went to Bingo with me. The next morning they were going to get up early and go to Disney. They started asking questions and it was eleven o'clock before we got up from the breakfast table. I don't think they ever went to Disney. Joy May, Ronnie and his family came for dinner one day. We had stopped to see Ronnie at college when Thurman and Joe were with us. Hubert and Jeannette spent couple weeks with us several times. We took in all the flea markets and antique shops when they were there. One year Gunver told us her brothers, sisters and spouses were coming to Florida. They had come to Amherst for an Anniversary Celebration. We came home for it, too. A week in the winter time in January is hard to get around so they came south. They were to be at our house in time for dinner. So we decided it .93. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3bc73f1b80ae16c8b8359dccfef4cb25.jpg 763c7b8e1071a5b3317d7bdfea1a917b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (101) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 94 of A Little Bird Told Us would be easier to take them to Don's for dinner. Eskham went in first and paid for them, then they were handed plates and told to help themselves. They had never eaten at a smorgasbord where you helped yourself. They really took over the restaurant. They all talked Danish except when they talked to Eskham and me. One brother-in-law couldn't speak English but could understand it. He smiled an awfully lot. He took pictures all the time he was there. He had a very fancy camcorder of some kind. He asked Eskham and m e to stand at our door way and push our door button so he could record it. I had made arrangements with two neighbors for beds but no one would leave and go there. So we slept 12 in our home. We had two in each twin bed, two on the davenport, two on the kitchen floor, two on the davenport cushions, and of course Eskham and I kept our bed. Eskham always says there are two things he won't give up, his bed and his place at the table. We had a wonderful visit with our Danish people. I just wish we could do it again. Eskham Jr. flew down to drive us home one year and about every fifty miles we had to stop and he would use a bicycle pump and blow air back into the tank. When we got home they took the tank off and found a small screen that was plugged in the outlet of the tank. Kenda flew down several times and drove us home. We always played a lot of games as we rode along. One time she was stopped by a patrol, but they were just doing a survey of where we had been and where we were going. Maxine drove us down several times. Eskham Jr. flew down one time and on the way home we were forced off the road and the car overturned. Lots of people stopped to help and an ambulance took Eskham and I to a hospital on Hinesville, Georgia. State Patrol took Jr. to rent a car so he could get out belongings from the car. The car was totaled. We had only had it about two months but we never got it home. .94. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dc0a72b9f7bc7056d96d9103d5a5af0c.jpg 1f9cea51be331277d74baa0e62ebeb76 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (102) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 95 of A Little Bird Told Us Shirley and Pat came and stayed with us. Elvira and Dick stopped too. They were on their way North. We flew home from Savannah, Georgia, about seven days later. The doctor and nurses really gave us the red carpet treatment. Eskham's doctor called about a week after we got home to see how he was. About a month after we got home the emergency squad took Eskham to Grady Hospital for a bleeding ulcer. Dr. Orahood did surgery on July Fourth. He spent about 10 days in Grady and had 12 pints of blood. Many of our grandchildren and families came down to visit. Tim and Beth came when Ryan was only a few months old. They flew that time. Then they drove down after Laura was born. Holly and Brian were there. Shirley came down with Jeanne and Eskham one time and then they were down with Mandy and Jess on Easter and we went to Cypress Gardens for Sunrise Service. Mary Lou and Kenny were there a couple of times for Christmas. One year the Mackley's (John and Kenda) Mary Lou and Kenney all served the Christmas Dinner at the park. One year on Christmas Day it was so warm that we went to Daytona Beach in the afternoon and a couple of years late it was down to 14 degrees. Icicle froze at the water tap and Junior brought one in about 18" by 1" in diameter and used it to get Shirley out of bed. I was always glad when some of our family came down. I was always proud to show them off and I was anxious for then to see our home and meet our friends. One year before we bought our new home, we went for 10 days with Mary Lou, Kenney, Tim and Kenda. Tim wasn't 12 yet so he got in free. We stayed at the Candlelight Motel in adjoining rooms. One day we went to the coast to see the shuttle go up. It was delayed until 1 P.M. that night. So we waited. Tim built a fire on the beach with drift wood. When the shuttle did go it was so light on the beach you could read a .95. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/82c63e2fff9088cb24a69ae026cffa6f.jpg a1a0830736f41bc642919867183ea27b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (103) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 96 of A Little Bird Told Us newspaper. that night going back to Leesburg it was very, very, foggy. One day we went to a bird show and a parrot landed on Tim's shoulder. The parrot looked around and reached down and bit off the top button on Tim's shirt. We have a picture of Kenda sitting on a turtle's back. One night after Tim and Kenda had gone to sleep, Kenney and Mary Lou went across the street to a Dairy Queen and brought back four big banana splits. Tim and Kenda haven't forgiven us yet for waiting until they went to sleep. It is lots of fun to sit cross legged on a bed and eat ice cream. One morning I got up with a terrible headache. I had a terrific pain in my head. I stepped into the bathroom and looked at the Amlin chart that I had on the door. I couldn't even see it with my left eye. We called our eye doctor and Jane Ruge took us down to the office in Leesburg. As soon as I got there I started to upchuck and the doctor put me into his chair. Seven hours later I got out. Every few minutes the doctor put drops into my eye to relieve the pressure. The doctor went out and gave Eskham and Jane reports. They went to Bob Evans for lunch then came back and waited. Finally he put a patch on my eye and told me to come back the next morning for laser surgery. A few months before he had treated my right eye but didn't think the left eye needed it. He said he would never treat one eye only again for anyone that had narrow drainage for our eyes. Now I have four more drainage holes in each eye. Doctor said it was a miracle that I didn't lose my eye. He said I had had a glaucoma attack but no signs of glaucoma now. Jane Ruge went back to Leesburg after she took us home and brought Colonel Sanders dinner for us. She stayed and ate with us, and for a couple of days she .96. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/860779a65919a6132c9695d295b056cd.jpg 551c4da39cf1aa72cf34e4924eb07a4f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (104) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 97 of A Little Bird Told Us saw that we had things to eat. She is really a lovely friend. Our best way to get exercise in Florida was to go the a flea market. There was one in driving distance every day and they changed weekly. We didn't go every week but we did enjoy them and got some good ideas. One year after we had been home about a month Eskham's brother Aubrey went in for five by-passes. At the last minute we decided we would go down. We left home about four o'clock and drove until we were tired. We went with just our work clothes. We planned to stop at our house and change clothes but when we got within a mile of our house and ready to turn we decided it was so late we might not get to the hospital in Orlando. We arrived at the hospital at the start of the last five minute period. Aubrey was really surprised and I think we did him some good. We stayed about a week at our house. Of course on Monday we went to the Webster flea market. On one of the first tables we saw a lot of refrigeration equipment. Eskham boxed up several pieces of equipment, about $50 worth. We paid for it and asked to leave it there while we walked around. EB had looked over all the stuff and even some that wasn't loaded from the truck. He said he would like to have it all. He told me how much he would offer the guy and before long we went back. He asked the man for a price for all of it and believe it or not it was the same as EB said he would offer him. The man even agreed to deliver it to our home in the park. The man lived in Orlando, a few blocks from the hospital Aub was in, so we went to see what else he had. The man said he worked for a wholesale distributor in Orlando that had decided to go out of the refrigeration business and sell electric only. He said be bought it all at a discount. The price to us was really discounted too. Eskham bought so much stuff we had to rent a tandem .97. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/aa6caaec2445db07086793812a1a3e11.jpg c9376e64d9d0759bfe1e0c3cfe248569 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (105) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 98 of A Little Bird Told Us trailer to get it home. It was a long hard pull home but we made it just before dark. Eskham Jr. was coming down the hill just in time to see the trailer enter our drive. He quickly made plans to block the driveway with his truck but then he got down far enough to see our car. It was fun to see his eyes when he saw what we had in the truck. That trip to a Florida flea market proved very profitable for us. One time coming home from Florida, we came when it was still cold and the further north we came the more snow. We stopped and bought chains for the car. They were saying on the radio cars couldn't get over Jellico Mountain without chains. We noticed we weren't meeting any cars and then we heard Route 21 that went over Jellico was closed. We stopped at several motels before we found a vacant one. Then we had to unload our car because we had several bushels of oranges and grapefruit. There was hardly any room for us in the room when we got the car unloaded. The fresh fruit we brought home was always the treat they all looked forward to. One year while Roger and Marie were with us, we decided to go to Clearwater and see a Cincinnati Reds ballgame. When we got there the the parking lot was full. Finally Eskham let us out close to the stadium and he went to park the car. Then I saw the sign, "Standing Room Only. " We quickly decided we would not try to go it. While standing there a foul ball came over the fence and landed about 20 feet from where I was standing. In about two seconds a dozen men were wrestling in the bushes to get the ball. We left the ball park and drove out along the gulf shore. Each year at the park the program committee always put on a big show. One time I was a dutch girl and Gunver sent me some wooden shoes to wear. Another time I was a headless woman. I used an old choir robe, covered my neck so it wouldn't go down over my head and .98. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/08c891e733425d93a05ec60cf4b5cc4a.jpg 2453a9a024e6514aee914448856a64e1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (106) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 99 of A Little Bird Told Us I peeked out of some holes in front. I was bout six feet tall if I had had a head. Instead I carried on a tray and honest to goodness"skull" with lights in its head. We made a special trip to Orlando to get one of those laughing machines. I kept turning it over as I walked around the room. No one guessed who I was. Another time I was in a chorus line with my face the center of a pansy flower. One year Tim called and said he was tired of cold weather and he wanted to come down. He was there for the show. In fact he helped operate the lights. I think that is one time he didn't want to own me as a grandmother. In the dining room there was just a base cabinet across one end with mirrors above. I though it would be nice to have cabinets above with glass doors. So Eskham decided he would build my cabinets. We were able to buy glass doors that matched our walls. So he built the cabinets with a shelf and spare space on top. They really were nice but then I had to buy a set of dishes to fill up the shelves. When Alice and Byron Morris saw ours, they wanted one built in their dining room. Their son had sent them a full set of dishes from Korea. they just had three one quarter shelves in each corner hardly large enough to put a small vase on. Eskham and Byron started to collect the materials and they built it on our patio. They ordered a formica top made for the base cabinet and then put glass doors above. They were really nice and they were well pleased. They had everyone stop in to see their new cabinet and dishes. When they worked on the patio I said it was like two little boys talking and planning what they were going to do next. We painted the ramp into our carport green. The people who lived down on Allyson Road always cut across our lane and then through Morris' yard to go to the club house. After we painted they hesitates to cross .99. i http://66.213.124.233/files/original/87ad39b62d64381c0b6667c7782b933c.jpg dcd6102da6ac718ab3ca0a0d8cbf168d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (107) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 100 of A Little Bird Told Us so Eskham cut some foot prints on a cardboard and used white paint and printed foot steps crossing the walk. People soon started to go that way again. We saw many Shuttle shots. Several we were on the cape and some from our front porch. I was watching from our porch and I saw the one that blew on up on take off. I ran back into the house to see what the TV said had happened. I saw exactly what they showed many times on TV. Another time Klafke and we left at 4 A.M. to go to the coast. It was so thrilling to hear it as well as see. We parked along the highway and Lou stepped out into an ant hill. It wasn't long until he began to swat his pant legs. He was more careful where he stepped after that. The night we were at the cape with Mary Lou and family we saw the shuttle go up at 1 A.M. About six days later we went over to tour Cape Canaveral and to see the Big Bertha that was made in Marion, Ohio, to transport the shuttle out to the base. While we were there we saw the shuttle brought back piggy back on a big plane. One summer after we came home Eshkam Jr. decided he would like his garage made into and office. Mr. Crowl, who helped us build our house, had had a stroke but was recovering till he could work but he couldn't remember anything. Eskham wasn't able to see to read a rule or saw a marking. So Mr. Crowl would measure and tell Eskham the number when they got to saw Eskham would repeat it and he would mark his board then Mr. Crowl would cut it. They put in new windows, door, shower, and new siding. Eskham Jr. called them his 'Over the Hill Gang.' It was good exercise for both of them and they rally enjoyed having something to so. Eskham was telling a man in Sunbury about what he and Mr. Crowl were doing. He asked Eskham how he could drive nails when he couldn't see. Eskham told him he .100, http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8f3cd04ba693de72f1d524a448575738.jpg 88aa6997bb428d7e801a5e283f782f7a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (108) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 101 of A Little Bird Told Us had a radar hammer and he asked where do you get them? Our grandsons have told me they can't understand how Grandfather could drive nails and not miss and they could see the nails and can't hit them. I guess experience helps. Eskham didn't do much fishing in Florida. If you didn't have a boat you were handicapped. He did enjoy going deep sea fishing. Aubrey went with him. They usually went to Tarpon Springs and took a boat that went out about forty miles in the gulf. The boat held 30 or more fisherman. They enjoyed watching the porpoises playing around the boat. I always wanted to go with him. The day before Eskham was to go we bought a picnic lunch and went to a park to eat. Then we walked out on the dock and watched the waves. It wasn't long before I grabbed Eskham's arm because I was moving and the water was standing still. He quickly decided that I couldn't go with him. It was a good thing I didn't. The first thing I saw when Eskham got home was that his teeth were not in his mouth. It was a very rough ride, many didn't even put a line in the water, many got sick, too. Eskham didn't get sick but he said he wasn't going to lose his teeth if he did. I am sure glad I didn't go on that trip. The fourteen years we spent in our home in Florida were wonderful happy years. The last two years we were there we thought we should sell and we put up a sign that the house was for sale. We had a few lookers, some just nosey or people who wanted us to give it to them. The last year we were there we had been shopping and Fran Vogel came over when we got home and she said she had shown the outside of our house and the man would be back at three to see the inside. He came and we showed the inside and he asked our price. After some debating he said if the bank would help him he would like the house. He said he had $4000 in cash in .101. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a8db6585dd13608b7f3dad8528811289.jpg b00efd370f38f290b6723463d483708f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (109) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 109 of A Little Bird Told Us the glove compartment of his truck for a down payment. He had a big dog in the passenger side of the truck. I offered to call our banker and we took him over. The banker asked all the questions and said he would call me at eleven next morning and give his answer. The man wanted possession at once but we said Kendra was coming down June 10th to drive us home. He said w e could just pay our third of the rent and he'd pay the rest if the bank approved. The next morning at eleven the banker called and said if we could be there at 3 P.M. we could close. We were there but we had to go to the insurance, and tax place and within twenty four hours of meeting him we had all the money for our house and furnishings. We got back home at 5:15 and were due at the potluck that we were chairmen of at 5:30. Everyone was really shocked when I told them we had just come from signing the papers to sell our home. It was rather a sad potluck. We had about fifteen days to pack all our things. We sent 27 boxes home by U.P.S. We still can't understand how we accumulated that much stuff in 14 years. We left the house completely furnished but there was so much to bring home. Perhaps I should explain our reasons for leaving Florida. When we first bought into the park (we owned our own house but had to rent the ground it stood on) the rent was $55 a month. By renting we had use of the club house and were members of all activities. The rent had gradually increased until it was $220 a month. A group in the park were talking about the renters buying the park and they would be there own owners. Our park was owned by a doctor in California and he refused to do any improvements. After we left many of the people banded together and bought the park. Of course rent was greatly reduced for those who own the park but rent is sill going up for the renters. We didn't want to pay about $18,000 for just enough land .102. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/cce1f8437cc6e52024e5a7968f43d61b.jpg fc99285917af5b280b78397704384707 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (110) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 103 of A Little Bird Told Us to sit a house on. We were fortunate we sold when we did. Prices for homes went down, some moved their homes out and the renters are having their rent in creased. And then too, it was getting to be more of a hassle to get packed and moved twice a year besides some one flying down to take us and to bring us home. We love our home here and we love having our children close and we are really enjoying our great grandchildren! Our fourteen years, spending six months of it in Florida, were very happy years and we made many friends who we still hear from. But being back home have been happy years too and especially nice to have our families near during sickness. We haven't minded the cold weather because our house had been warm and we don't have to go out unless we want to. Now we are spending our time enjoying our Great Grandchildren. .103. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dabfe45222e56238e8d1d95133925057.jpg 0cf94b3e8917acaf7e6506160d5367be Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (111) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 104 of A Little Bird Told Us This was a Lenten Mediatation used in the Church Lenten Booklet in 1985 John 2:1-11 I was asked once very sarcastically, "do you really believe in Miracles?' My answer was quickly given. "Yes, I do, and the I told him why. The first recorded Miracle of Jesus is told in John 2:1-11 and many more are recorded. I believe everyone of them. Several years ago we had a very severe storm in January and the lightening struck a tree in our front yard and came into our house and struck our hot water tank. It happened about midnight but we didn't know what had happened until about seven o'clock the next morning. The hot water tank "took off' or exploded and wrecked our entire house. The living room floor was mashed against the living room ceiling and the contents of the second floor slid out to the front yard including two girls on their beds. a large portion of the brick chimney was laying on one of the beds. One girl was folded and held in her crib mattress with part of the crib-spokes sticking in the ceiling and others in the floor. Six of us were in the house and none of us were hurt except for a few scratches and a black eye. Our earthly possessions were gone but we had been protested. It was definitely a Miracle in our lives that six of us could be in a house that literally exploded and no one injured badly. Who kept those pieces of furniture or part of the house from hitting us? I know it was our Heavenly Father who was guiding each of us thru the explosion and permitted us to be all together. .104. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8448789458b84126aa3709efb6beaa0b.jpg e7e5923e755edebf4c32a8f6dd8bdb05 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (112) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 105 of A Little Bird Told Us Yes, I believe in Miracles because we have had one in our own lives. The light of God surrounds me, The love of God enfolds me, The power of God protects me, The presence of God watches over me. Where ever I am, God is. .105. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b828f47518626b7b9a746711d66fc1bc.jpg a1be1854b253722635d6a49dd9f2a99c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (113) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 106 of A Little Bird Told Us Published in the Advent Book of Sunbury United Methodist Church, 1995 "Is that a rabbit in you nativity scene?" is the question I am always asked when a stranger comes into our home at Christmas time. And then when they see my ceramic scene they will say: You have a rabbit here, too." Then I love to explain when our son was in Bible School when he was five, the teacher had some molds to mold the characters in the nativity scene; there was a mold for Mary, Joseph, cradle holding Jesus, the three wise men and some camels. The molds were filled with plaster like mixture and permitted to dry. The molds were removed and they had painted the characters. Our son saw a rabbit mold in the teachers supply of materials and he insisted on making the rabbit. She tried to convince him that it didn't belong in the scene but be insisted because it was God's animal, too. The next Christmas the rabbit was in our scene. It really was oversized compared to the camels but it had an important place up front. The first Christmas we were in Florida, I purchased a small ceramic nativity scene and I hunted until I found a small rabbit. When our son arrived for Christmas the first thing he looked for was if I had a rabbit in my nativity scene. I still use the plaster of Paris scene that was made forty-six years ago. That is one of the most important traditions for Christmas. Eskham and Ethel .106. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4d87394c7c9444d32131544ba3dc898f.jpg 2a70f6ac16c60c71bc1bd9880ec409ab Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us (114) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to the back cover of A Little Bird Told Us. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Family Histories Description An account of the resource This collection contains family histories that have been written by residents of the Big Walnut area. Items in this collection generally contain genealogical information about the families, personal anecdotes, and images of family members. Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Little Bird Told Us Language A language of the resource English Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 31093740 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Author Eskham Hayes; Author Ethel Hayes Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Book Type The nature or genre of the resource Still Image Text Subject The topic of the resource Hayes family--Genealogy Local history--Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury Personal Narratives--Eskham Hayes (1911-2003) Personal Narratives--Ethel Hayes (1913-2009) Warner Family--Genealogy Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1995 Description An account of the resource In this book is written the histories of the Eskham Hayes and Ethel Warner families. It contains photographs, family stories, and stories of neighbors, friends, memorable events and a preface written by editor Polly Horn. Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Editor: Polly Horn Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Community Library, Sunbury, Ohio http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0c6bd243efb0be6b1ebd50ab82306427.jpg ea3534362cbdb85873cf8b0cc257e874 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (1) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to front cover of A Note About My Family A Note About My Family by Bonnie Caudill http://66.213.124.233/files/original/054ac9ffc35f1c8658b63f709d0bb5a0.jpg e9509df56bb8073ee020b3a7d1f85673 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (2) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to inside cover of A Note About My Family Community Library bookplate: Community Library Sunbury Ohio http://66.213.124.233/files/original/da454f1464864e65897a0201980e40a5.jpg 2df6dc40871e511c2abfb1be18a1acb6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (3) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to title page of A Note About My Family A Note About My Family By Bonnie Caudil Community Library Sunbury, Ohio 2004 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/93229ce6f2cc3f8be280de01197b0659.jpg fc0533ef21410a6794296ae8d84d5130 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (4) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page .i. of A Note About My Family Dedication I am not a morning person. that's probably why my mother used to sing to me each morning, as I came down the stairs, the little ditty that is on the cover of this book. she knew it would "bug" me. I used to think, "how corny!" When I was telling my son, Chris, what I was going to put on the cover - " a note about my family" - his comment was , " Sounds kind of corny to me." Well, Chris and Dennis, traits pass from one generation to the next. So that's why I'm dedicating this book to you - because someday, in someone else's eyes you'll be doing corny things, too! A Family Is Love There's a special kind of closeness that only families know, It starts with early childhood trust and deepens as you grow . . . There's a special kind of comfort in knowing your family's there, To love and understand you, to listen and to care . . . Of all the treasures life may bring, your family means the most, And whether near or far apart, that love will hold you close. Hallmark, Inc. left photo: Dennis right photo: Chris .i. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8d72248328dd9e3e0d72a7b0de1851c8.jpg ceaa49d61b9135511d1b9fc17b3fe237 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (5) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 1 of A Note About My Family How Did We End Up in Sunbury? Near the end of the war, Hanna Coal Company bought Grandpa and Grandma Reppart's farmland in Harrison County. Grandpa wrote to dad and asked him of his plans when he returned from the war -- would he be joining the family in farming or would he be returning to Ohio State? Dad felt that since he now had a family of his own, he would join his dad and brother in farming, but suggested that grandpa look in the Columbus area for land. While attending O.S.U. he couldn't get over how flat the land was and thought this would be much easier to farm. Grandpa was then put into contact with O. W. Whitney, a realtor from the area. O. W. said he could sure find something and to tell Sam not to worry -- "there were plenty of good-looking women in Sunbury". However Sam was already planning to marry Mary Margaret Morgan from near New Athens, Ohio. Dad was to have been home by Christmas, 1945, but there were so many soldiers to process that he sat on a ship off the coast of California and didn't get home until January 1946. Soon thereafter, Grandpa purchased a home and 140 acres from Glen Perfect on N. Old 3C which at that time was a major highway. So, in April, 1946 we started our 150 mile trek from Harrison County. Sam and Grandpa drove the tractors. Grandma and Mary Margaret followed with a filled picnic basket. Dad, Mom and I stayed behind to take care of the cows until they could be trucked to Delaware County. Since it was planting season, Sam and grandpa borrowed Glen's machinery until their own could be moved. Finally everyone moved into the farmhouse -- grandpa, grandma, Sam, Mayne ( I couldn't say Mary Margaret), dad, mom, and me. Needless to say, I received plenty of attention with 6 adults in the household. A year later, grandpa bought the farm next door. Sam and Mayme moved into this house even though mom and dad were given first choice. Mom didn't think she wanted to live that close to her in-laws. Then in August, 1947, grandpa added the Fisher farm at the corner of Perfect Road and Centerburg Road. in March 1950, another farm was purchased about a mile up the road from the main farm. Mom, dad and I moved into this house. And, in November, 1958, grandpa purchased the home next to ours from Fenton Condit. Thus became the farm of 750 middle photo: Original Farm lower right photo: Wayne and Gerry's Home - 1976 .1. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f42e560dcd9eacda1e3d0dfc50908075.jpg 03f8fc84ef2ebcb76fdc716647eeea5d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (6) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 2 of A Note About My Family acres that I grew up on and continue to live on to this day. So that's how we ended up in Sunbury, but let's go back a little farther. The book, Commemorative Biographical Record of Harrison and Carroll Counties, 1891, tells us about our ancestors. Thomas F. Reppart Thomas F. Reppart concentrates his activities as a a productive exemplar of farm industry on one of the fine farm properties of his native township and is representative of a sterling pioneer family of Harrison County. He was born in Short Creek Township, this county, on the 13th of November, 1858, and is a son of William S. and Nancy (Smith) Reppart, the former of whom was born in Short Creek Township, in 1830, and the latter in Tuscarawas County, this state, a daughter of John Smith. The marriage of Mr. and Mrs. Reppart was solemnized November 15, 1855, and they became the parents of three children-- map insert: Short Creek Township Great Grandparents, Annie Reppart's 139.07 Acres and Samuel Dunlap's 127 Acres, Yellow .2. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6538a49b582c7c026c4256288ff8cccd.jpg 957f08cfdb92676f4dd827f8de69aae8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (7) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 3 of A Note About My Family John S., Thomas F. and Junius L. William S. Reppart passed his entire life in Harrison County and in the house which was the place of his birth, his death occurred in November 1898, his widow having passed to the lite eternal on the 25th of February, 1903, and having been a devout member of the Methodist Episcopal Church. William S. Reppart was a son Daniel Reppart, who was born in Wales in the year 1778, and was a young man when he came America and established his residence in map insert: Cadiz Township Grandparents, Frank and Ester Reppart's Farm of 129.24 Acres in Yellow .3. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c0efe6a61ba448e5dbdd6cfed75ad2f6.jpg 6ba1acdc4b8aecd759107b8a03887f97 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (8) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 4 of A Note About My Family the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, where his first marriage occurred. He and his wife, with their four or more children, were living at Redding, that state, when there came a visitation of yellow fever, of which the wife and except one of the children were victims, the one surviving child, Frederick Jesse, having remained in Pennsylvania when the father came to Ohio, and trace of him having been lost in later years by the Ohio representatives of the family. In 1825 Daniel Reppart married Miss Hannah Stephens, who was born July 26, 1786, and within a short time after their marriage they came to Ohio and numbered themselves among the pioneer settlers of Harrison County where they passed the remainder of their lives. Mr. Reppart having died December 10, 1858, and his wife on the 23rd of the preceding May. They became the parents of two sons--David, who was the father of Thomas F. of this sketch. William S. Reppart was reared under the conditions marking the pioneer era in the history of Harrison County, and profited duly by the advantages offered in the common schools of the period. As a young man he learned the trade of stone mason, and as a skilled workman at the same he assisted in the building of the various bridges of the old-time plank road from Cadiz to Adena. He found much demand for his services as a mason, but his major occupation was that of farming and he was the owner of the fine old homestead farm on which he was born and on which his death occurred, as previously noted. He was reared in the faith of the United Presbyterian Church. Thomas F. Reppart looked with a characteristic boyish favor or disfavor, upon the enforced work which he did in the district schools of Short Creek Township, but he made good use of the advantages of the same and laid the foundation for the broad and valuable knowledge which he has later gained in connection with the practical duties and responsibilities of a busy and successful career. When he was a lad of thirteen years he began working by the month on a neighboring farm, and he continued to be thus employed until he was about twenty-two years of age, when he initiated his independent career as a farmer. His experience and his alert mentality have enabled him to direct his farm operations with marked success and he is today the owner of a well improved farm of 145' acres in Short Creek Township. On this attractive homestead he erected the present modern house, which is supplied with hot and cold water, the water being piped from a sparkling hillside spring on the farm. He is one of the progressive agriculturists and stock-growers of his native county and is one of the substantial and public-spirited citizens of Short Township. He and his family hold membership in the United Presbyterian Church at Cadiz. On the 9th of August 1883, was solemnized the marriage of Mr. Reppart to Miss Anna M. Morgan, a daughter of Dr. John and Martha E. (Yost) Morgan, of Short Creek Township, where Doctor Morgan was for a number of years engaged in practice as one of the able physicians and surgeons of the county and where, in later years, he gave his attention principally to the management of his farm. Doctor Morgan died in the year 1904 and his widow remains on the old home farm. Mr. and Mrs. Reppart became the parents of nine children--Lena E., Kate L., Carrie Ellen, John W., Leslie S., Frank T., Ralph G., Roy A., and Ferne. Lena E. is the wife of John K Cummins; Kate L, is the wife of George A. Hilligas; Carrie Ellen, who became the wife of Oliver Haverfield, died in 1914; John W. married Miss Helen McCoy; and Leslie S. married Miss Ruth Johnson. The four younger children remain at the parental home. John W., the eldest son, was one of the loyal sons of Harrison County who represented Ohio in the nation's military service in the late World War. He initiated his training October 6, 1917, at Camp Sherman, where he remained until the following May, when he left the camp with his .4. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/95c75d8d36342cc2f603dfffc437b13f.jpg 0d06bbff593d65b1b5270b854baf9849 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (9) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 5 of A Note About My Family command and crossed the Atlantic Ocean to join the American Expeditionary Forces in France. He landed in England on the 1st of June, 1918, and thence proceeded to France, where he was in service with the Three Hundred and Eighth Motor Train until he returned to his native land, his arrival on American soil having occurred in July, 1919, and his honorable discharge was granted within a short time thereafter, at Camp Sherman. Background And Life of Annie Maude Morgan Reppart My Grandfather's Mother Elias Yost, one of the old settlers of Short Creek Township, Harrison County, Ohio is a native of Virginia, born in Frederick County near Windhester, December 2, 1805. He is a son of Michael and Rachel (Keckley) Yost, both also natives of Virginia. Michael Yost lived in that state at the time of the Revolution and saw 900 Hessians, who had been taken prisoners but were released at the close of the war. The Yost family are descended from German ancestors, and the forefathers on both sides were in the American Service at the capture of Cornwallis at Yorktown. In 1806 Michael Yost and family came overland in a wagon drawn by a five-horse team to Ohio, and settled near Harrisville, Ohio. Rachel Keckley Yost, who was born in 1780, died at the old homestead February 19, 1849. Michael Yost was born November 3, 1776 and died at the home of his son, adjoining the old homestead February 2, 1849. Eleven children were born to Michael and Rachel Yost, ten of whom grew to manhood and womanhood and of these our subject was the seventh child, in order of birth, whose name was Elias. On December 30 , 1834, he married Kezia Kithcart, a native of Pennsylvania and a daughter of Squire Joseph Kithcart, at whose home General Washington often visited during the Revolutionary War. Mrs. Yost was born April 25, 1812, and died at the age of 66, 1878, having borne eleven children. On March 7, 1880, Mr. Yost married Miss Ann Macklin,, a native of County Armagh, Ireland, and who was born December 2, 1842. She reached America in 1869, coming directly to Ohio. This second marriage of Mr. Yost has been blessed by two little daughters, who added to the happiness of his home. Elias Yost died December 2nd, 1896 at age 91 years. Martha E. Yost, daughter of Elias and Keziah Kithcart Yost was born June 29, 1842, and was married to Dr. John Morgan on June 10, 1863. To this union were born two children: Annie Maud and Katherine Keziah. Dr. Morgan departed this life on November 20, 1903, age 77 years, 2 months, 14 days. Martha E. departed this life on August 22, 1924, age 82 years, 1 month, 24 days. Annie M. was born July 24, 1864, and photo: My Grandpa Reppart's Parents Annie (Morgan) and Thomas Reppart Holding Larry Haverfield and Paul Hilligas .5. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9f05b4f561c3fbcea51e1942f138e5ea.jpg a7436fdad568401a3e3175b5e3e09950 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (10) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 6 of A Note About My Family was married to Thomas F. Reppart on August 9, 1883. To this union were born nine children. Thomas departed this life on Mary 2, 1921, age 62 years, 5 months 19 days. Annie M. departed this life on July 5, 1940, age 75 years, 11 months, 11 days. Lena Ethel was May 7, 1884 and was married to John K. Cummins on April 26, 1906. Katie Lorain was born April 24, 1886, was married to George A. Hilligas on December 22, 1909. To this union were born two children: Ralph Paul, who was born September 9, 1911 and Agnes Marie, born November 6, 1916. Agnes married Reverend Eugene Newberry on August 20, 1938. To this union a daughter, Kay Juanita, was born April 7, 1943 and Jill Diane, who was born June 12, 1946. Carrie Ellen was born May 22, 1887, was married to Oliver E. Haverfield on November 29, 1911. To this union one son, Frances Oliver, was born on October 10, 1912. Carrie departed this life on March 16, 1915. Francis was inducted into the U. S. Army on March 4, 1941 for one year training under the Selective Service Act. He was released October 10, 1941, being over 28 years of age. On February 8, 1942 he was called to active service again. He served as a Technician, 3rd Grade in the 230th General Hospital, Surgical Technician 861. He received the AmericanTheater Ribbon, EAME Theater Ribbon, Good Conduct Medal, Victory Medal world War #2. Francis was married to Miss Sara Marie McLaughlin on October 18, 1941. John William was born 27, 1888 was inducted in to the Army on October 4, 1917. He was in Company B, 308 Motor Supply Train to March 11, 1919; 2 Company Mechanized Unit 1 Army Service Command to discharge. He was made a Corporal on January 4, 1918, was in the American Expeditionary Force June 13, 1918 to July 12, 1919. He received honorable discharge on July 19, 1919. He was married to Helen McCoy on December 21, 1917. To this union one daughter, Anna Isobel, (Betty), was born April 1, 1919. Betty and Robert Kirkland were married January 26, 1946. A son, John Kirkland, was born January 31, 1947. John died June 26th, 1947. Leslie Sprague was born March 10, 1890, was married to Ruth Johnson on December 20, 1916. To this union one son, Thomas Alfred, was born June 10, 1918. Ruth departed this life on March 1, 1928. Alfred married Miss Alma Brokaw on October 5, 1940. On August 19, 1943, Leslie married Miss Ruth Swan. On August 10, 1945, a daughter, Sue Ellen, was born to Alfred and Alma. Frank Thomas was born August 2, 1891, was married to Esther Dunlap on April 6, 1921. To this union were born two children: Samuel Morgan born February 1922, and Frank Wayne born June 2, 1923. Wayne was inducted into the Army March 2, 1943. He was in the 385th Air Services Group, truck driver, light 345, Carbine Marksman, in Western Pacific. Received the American Theater Ribbon, Asiatic Pacific Theater Ribbon, W/1 Bronze Star, Good Conduct Ribbon, Victory Medal World War #2, and was discharge January 6, 1946. Robert Gray was born April 16, 1894, and was married to Alma Coulter on June 26, 1930. Roy Althonso was born February 14, 1896. He was taken to Camp Sherman but was discharged due to an illness prior to induction and did not occur in line of duty.. He was married to Julia Stephens on March 4, 1921. To this union three children were born: photo: My Grandfather, Frank Reppart .6. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/98317d8242ffa267b8bf66a14f14c390.jpg 8756b7424986f045bb1b44c3680655f4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (11) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 7 of A Note About My Family Virginia Elizabeth born July 30, 1921; George Roy born October 18, 1924, and John Alexander April 4, 1939. Virginia was married to Harvey J. La France February 29, 1943. She received her divorce from him in May 1946. She enlisted in the WAAC on January 19, 1943 and was with the Headquarter 370th Base Headquarters and Air Base Squadron. She was discharged at the McCloskey General Hospital Temple, Texas. Virginia served as a clerk while in the service. George served in the United states Navy. He entered April 14, 1945 and was discharged April 18, 1946. While in the Navy he served on the USS Ingraham. Ferne Rosetta was born December 25, 1902, married Donley T. Griffith on February 18, 1924. To this union two children were born: Ralph Howard was born October 24, 1926, and Jean Ethel was born May , 1928. Ralph and Miss Mabel Jean Dorsey were married December 31, 1945. A daughter, Donna Jean, was born May 7, 1946, and a son, Thomas Dorsey, was born April 7, 1947. Jean and Paul Thompson were married October 4th, 1947. Grandmother Reppart's Family Samuel M. Dunlap is numbered among the prominent representatives of farm industry in Short Creek Township, Harrison County, and is a member of one of the oldest and most honored pioneer families of this county. His great grandfather, Adam Dunlap, Sr. was born in Ireland, where he was reared to manhood and where was solemnized his marriage to Miss Rebecca Work. They became the parents of six sons and six daughters. Adam Dunlap came with his family to Ohio in the year 1812 when he made settlement in the present township of Athens, Harrison county, where initiated the reclaiming of a frontier farm in the midst of the forest wilds. He and his wife endured the full tension of the pioneer life and continued their residence in Athens Township until their deaths, both having been charter members of the Nottingham Presbyterian Church in their home community. His political support was given to the Democratic party and he was influential in local affairs in his community. Mr. Dunlap died September 22, 1820, and his widow passed away May 20, 1846. Robert Dunlap, a grandfather of Samuel M., was born in 1794 and thus was about eighteen years of age at the time when he accompanied his parents Harrison County. He married Mary Pattison, a daughter of Hugh and Nancy Pattison, who immigrated to America from Ireland and established their home in Pennsylvania, where the death of Mr. Pattison occurred shortly afterward. Robert Dunlap reclaimed a productive farm in Athens Township, was a leader in community affairs, was influential in the local ranks of the Democratic party and served in various township offices. He died March 2, 1860, his wife having passed away September 29, 1852 and both having been zealous members of the Presbyterian Church. Their children were seven in umber - Adam, Hugh P., Samuel, Nancy , Rebecca, Mary and photo: The Reppart Brothers, Roy, Ralph, Les, Grandpa and John .7. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4db0db861d16e0d454b88465ab63e18c.jpg 3c998186b968701a0c4b4d5a55e7b18d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (12) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 8 of A Note About My Family Robert. Adam Dunlap, Jr. father of him whose name introduces this record, was born on the old homestead farm in Athens Township October 2, 1820. He was reared under the conditions marking the pioneer period in the county's history and in February, 1845, he wedded Miss Margaret McFadden, who was born in Cadiz Township, a daughter of Samuel McFadden, another of the sterling pioneers of the county. After his marriage Mr. Dunlap was engaged in farm enterprise in Cadiz Township about 20 years and he then removed to a farm in Athens Township where he became the owner of a valuable landed property of 200 acres. His first wife died in 1863, and June 27, 1874, Mr. Dunlap married Sarah Jane Dickerson who died about eleven months later. Mr. Dunlap was a staunch Democrat and held various local offices of public trust and he was an active member of the Presbyterian church at New Athens, as was also the wife of his young manhood, as well also as was his second wife. Adam and Margaret Dunlap became the parents of five children - Robert, Samuel M., Mary, Robert, and Andrew J. became successful farmers and substantial citizens of their native county and Samuel M. is the immediate subject of this review. Samuel M. Dunlap was born in Cadiz Township, Harrison County, November 19, 1847 and received his youthful education in the schools of Cadiz and Athens Townships. In the meanwhile he gained practical and valuable experience in connection with the affairs of his father's farm, with the management of which he continued his connection for twelve years after his marriage which occurred in 1876. Thereafter, he farmed on rented land in Athens Township and in 1889 purchased his present excellent farm of about 400 acres in Short Creek Township. He has made many improvements in the place, including the erection of a large and attractive farm house, and is known as one of the substantial and enterprising agriculturists and stock-growers of his native county, with special attention given to the raising of fine Shorthorn cattle. Mr. Dunlap is a loyal supporter of the principles for which the Democratic party stands and a member of the Presbyterian church of Cadiz. He is a sponsor and he and his family are member stockholders and director of the Harrison National Bank of Cadiz. On the 16th of March, 1876, was solemnized the marriage of Mr. Dunlap to Miss Anna R. McFadden, who was born and reared in Athens Township, a daughter of the late John J. McFadden and a sister of John C. McFadden. Mr. and Mrs. Dunlap have five children - Grace, George D., Edwin J., Adam M., and Carrie Esther. bottom left photo: Anna (McFadden) and Samuel Dunlap My Grandmother Reppart's Parents bottom right photo: My Grandmother, Carrie Esther Dunlap .8. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2cae0bb8ebc7c8a7fcf7ffed3e16ef9f.jpg 11a0997171cce0353f1ea30bb33b7f81 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (13) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 9 of A Note About My Family My grandmother Reppart's mother Anna (McFadden) Dunlap died Feb. 19, 1832: father Samuel M. died Jan. 29, 1940. Brother, George Dool, died Feb. 21, 1941 Sister, Margaret Grace, died Jan. 17, 1946 Brother, Edwin Jamison, died Nov. 1956 Brother, Adam, b. Sept 22, 1888 - ? married Edith Lamborn, b. Aug 9, 1890 - ? on Dec. 28, 1915. Their children: 3 sons Wilbur (b. Nov. 1, 1918) married Frances Kish, (b. Feb. 7, 1917) Allan b. Dec., 1944 Dwight b. Nov. 4, 1946 Bruce b. Feb. 13, 1949 Christine b. Nov. 30, 1950 Clifford b. July 13, 1952 William b. July 25, 1954 Peggy b. Oct. 27, 1956 Richard (b. Nov. 30, 1920 -?) married Mary A. Moore (b. Oct 5, 1920) Clark b. Aug. 23, 1946 d. Nov. 22, 1947 Anne b. July 5, 1949 married Dave Barrett Thomas b. Jan. 13, 1952, d. Jan 24, 1953 Charles b. Aug. 7, 1956 Howard Craig (b. May 4, 1927) married Mary Alice Smith (b. Dec. 31, 1930) Patricia and Pamela b. Sept. 23, 1953 Terri b. Sept. 27, 1955 David b. Feb. 17, 1961 top left photo: My Grandmother, Esther Dunlap Reppart top right photo: Dunlap Family My Dad (Wayne) 2and His Brother (Sam) 3rd from Left Grandma and Grandpa Reppart to Right of Front Row .9. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4fa00fa06df10970e7757d3222ae2785.jpg 599999d4295e0fae4d417f7b502ec179 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (14) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 10 of A Note About My Family Grandmother Carrie Esther (Feb. 18, 1894 - Jan. 5, 1980 ) married Frank Thomas Reppart (Aug. 2, 1891 - Oct. 1968) on April 6, 1921. Their children : 2 sons, Samuel M. and Frank Wayne Samuel M. (Feb 22, 1922 - Dec. 13, 2000) married Mary Margaret Morgan (Oct. 10, 1924 - Dec. 12 , 2002) on Oct 18, 1945 Robert Samuel (May 14, 1947 - Aug , 1997) married Barbara Scott (May 8, 1948) on October 21, 1972 - divorced October 1991 Kari (April 15, 1977) married Mike McCoy (April 7, 1973). They have a daughter Morgan (November 11, 2002). Kelly (September 30, 1981) - deployed August 2004 to Iraq serving with the Marines. top left photo: Dunlap- Reppart wedding invitation top right photo: Dad, Grandma and Grandpa, Sam middle left photo: Uncle Sam and Aunt Mayme 50th Anniversary middle right photo : Harold and Bob middle center photo: Barb Kelly, Bob & Kari middle right photo: Kari, Barb, Kelly bottom right photo: Kari, Morgan and Mike .10. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fa60335184144c0e4fd5fdf96cc473b8.jpg 8237d6168f99c0ca1a317df1ea0e0130 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (15) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 11 of A Note About My Family Harold Allen ( Oct 1, 1949 - September 13, 2003) married Kathy Cleveland (February 25, 1952) on October 11,1970 -Brian (September 9, 1972) married Leigh Ann (February 24, 1973) on May 11,1995. They have a daughter Kaleigh (February 15, 2003). -Heather (November 3, 1977) married Ryan Altizer (October 17, 1976) on September 27, 2003 Frank Wayne (June 2, 1923 - April 18, 1996) married Dorothy Geraldine Bates (Sept 11, 1923 - June 5, 1988) on June 8, 1944. Bonita K (June 17, 1945) married James D. Caudill (July 2, 1943) on July 10, 1966. Dennis Wayne (July 28, 1969) married Cheryl Hildebrand (April 10, 1971) on April 18, 1992. Jason Christopher (Oct. 20, 1973) Mary Patricia (April 24, 1954) married Charles Browne , Jr., January 1973 - divorced 1986 top left photo: Kathy, Brian, Hank, Heather middle left photo: newspaper article BW hires Reppart as new golf coach middle right photo: LeighAnn, Ryan, Heather, Kathy, Brian, Kayleigh bottom photo: Brothers Wayne Sam .11. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b72a51c46960d0895223e21a1f659bf6.jpg d5f0766f9fa3bc4f259c1bd72423f3ea Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (16) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 12 of A Note About My Family My Dad, Frank Wayne Reppart (June 2, 1923 - April 18, 1996) grew upon a farm in Harrison County, Ohio. As a young child he contracted polio, but since his mother made him do constant exercises, he was left with no noticeable after-effects. He had on older brother Samuel Morgan (February 22, 1992 - December 13, 2000). Dad started to school at the age of 4. This was so that he and his brother could walk to school and watch out for each other. The only story I know of him as a young boy was that he hated elderberries so he use to pick them as they ripened and throw them over the hill, so his mom couldn't make anything out of them. From other people I get the impression he was quiet and a good student. He also took violin and piano lessons. A favorite lunch time activity of the entire school was to climb Science Hill and sled down. He went into town for high school and graduated from Cadiz High school at the age of 16. Because of his age, his parents made him stay home for a year and work on the farm before he was allowed to enter Ohio State University. But he wasn't there long before he received his draft notice. He first went to Kansas and then on to the island of Tinian in the Mariana island. This is the island from which the bottom left photo: Wayne top right photo: CERTIFIED COPY OF BIRTH RECORD .12. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8d2ddb5e4821b312a68fff40569d87b7.jpg 4a6fd81f55a32ec5b61813a9cbb65937 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (17) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 13 of A Note About My Family atomic bombs were flown. Of course, the only ones who knew the bombs were on the island were Colonel Tibbets and probably a few others, which makes the only war story of dad's that I know even more interesting. Dad's job was to drive the army supply trucks out to the planes to be loaded. Usually his best friend, Bud, went with him because Bud liked to sneak on the planes for a ride. He always tried to talk Dad into going with him, but Dad was afraid of flying. I often wonder how close Dad's brush with history might have been. Dad was always involved with many church and community activities throughout his lifetime. I can remember many evenings that he went without dinner just to get me to concerts or recitals on time. top left photo: Dad at OSU top right photo: Dad middle photo: Dad, 2nd from left bottom left photo: Wayne, Frank, Sam bottom right photo: Father and Two Sons Raised At Sparrow Lodge .13. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f084848d082bd2fcee0592b618ec1d1f.jpg 60fef16be4fb073095886d565ffe1c80 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (18) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 14 of A Note About My Family And how will I remember my dad? - as an intelligent, gentle man with strong hands, and pretty blue eyes. top photos: Library Board Honors Wayne Reppart for 14 Years of Service bottom left photo: Dollar Folks are Sunbury Folks bottom right photo: Dad and Me .14. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d8139f5bc65bdf661fcbe2fd12948436.jpg a38900ba4a3f8216aa7a031a7d062162 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (19) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 15 of A Note About My Family September 11,2001 is a special day to most people. but to me, it has a double meaning. You see it's my mother's birthday. She would be 78 today if she were still alive. It's hard for me to imagine my mother as getting old. She will always be young to me because she wasn't much older than I am now when she died in 1988. My mother Dorothy Geraldine Bates (Gerry), was born in Cadiz, Ohio on September 11,1923. However, her last name could just as well been Fieldler. When Grandpa Bates was 4 years, his mother died. His father, William Fieldler, felt he couldn't take care of both a preschooler and an older son, so my grandfather was adopted by his mother's sister and her husband, William and Sara Bates. Meanwhile , his brother, Gail , was reared by their biological father and they never saw each other again until the 1960's. My mother was responsible for this. She spent many years looking for her Dad's Brother and finally found him, married (wife, Irene) and living in Detroit. He had no children of his own and was very excited in his later years to find he had a huge extended family. Mom was the fourth of 10 children. Grandpa ran away from his adoptive parents when he was 14 because they were so mean. His adoptive father owned a coal mine, so grandpa had gained much experience as a shovel operator. I have been told there is a article in "Excavating Engineer" which states that he dug more dirt on the Panama Canal than any other operator. He married Marie Johnson and they had 10 children. top right photo: CERTIFIED COPY OF BIRTH RECORD middle left photo: Mom and Grandma Bates .15. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d8a67e4809a9d3a8615ade3678d56592.jpg 9309003d4c9bc9064d50ba62bbd2de9c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (20) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 16 of A Note About My Family Betty Virginia (Jiggs) Maxine (Max) Mom (Jeep) Gail (Bud) Milton (Popeye) Maurice (Cookie) Audrey Patricia (Pat) Keith top photo: Bates Sisters Jiggs, Max, Mom, Patti bottom photo: A look at the past .16. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4192a76475f83eae3df4b61af87439bd.jpg 2b0bf05bf9f735fef19bb656eff8005e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (21) Subject The topic of the resource Corresponds to page 17 of A Note About My Family After Mom Graduated from high school, she entered cosmetology school. Then dad (whom she met in high school) got drafted. He called her from Kansas and said if she wanted to get married, she'd better catch the next bus, because he was to be shipped overseas. They were married in Lyons, Kansas, on June 8, 1944 and soon thereafter he was on his way to the island of Tinian. Like Dad, Mom was also involved in many church and community activities - a bowling league, Searchlight Club, Eastern Star, Euchre Club, and a camping group that she and Dad enjoyed for many years. And how will I remember my Mom? - as a fun-loving, energetic lady with a lot of common sense. top left photo: Cosmetology School Picture top right photo: Mom & Dad's Wedding Picture bottom left photo: Mom and me middle right photo: CERTIFIED COPY OF MARRIAGE RECORD .17. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a38202c38692c0c76f32d958afc9f0f1.jpg 27d303b26c7ea41a056952360bead4a4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (22) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 18 of A Note About My Family The following is what I know of my Mom's family as compiled by my aunt. William and Marie Bates Family History William Vincent (Fiedler) Bates Biological Father William Henry Fiedler Adoptive Father William Preston Bates Biological Mother Rebecca Anna (Spencer) Adoptive Mother Sara (Spencer) Bates Lavinia Marie(Johnson) Bates Mother Ettie Jane (Shivers) Johnson Father William Johnson Notes Rebecca (William Vincent's biological mother) and Sara (William Vincent's biological aunt) were sisters. Rebecca died when William Vincent was four years old. Sara and William Preston adopted William Vincent after Rebecca died. William Preston Bates and Sara (Spencer) Bates had two daughters-Letha and Bernice. These two became William Vincent's sisters through the adoption. William Vincent' s biological grandfather was Jacob Smith Spencer William Vincent's Biological Brother Gail Spencer Fiedler, married Irene (Wagner) Fiedler, they had no children. Detroit, MI was home for most of their married lives. William Vincent's Sisters Via Adoption: Letha Bates never married? Bernice (Bates) Black married? Black Marie's Brothers And Sisters: Carl Johnson married Margaret - 7 children Fred Johnson married twice Bessie (deceased) Loa - 4 children top right photo: William Bates My Grandfather second right photo: Marie (Johnson) Bates My Grandmother middle right photo: Irene and Gail Fiedler (Grandpa Bates' Brother) bottom right photo: From Left: Fred & Audrey Carson, Gail & Irene Fiedler, Bill and Marie Bates, Louise & Carl Stewart .18. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ab8868f7cd4f7d76c3cc090fd6e4dae8.jpg dbbc2e5470cabfd63d382d163c68c74f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (23) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 19 of A Note About My Family Audrey Cornelia married Carson-3 children Agnes Louise married Carl Stewart-no children, Myrtle, Marie's twin sister died at nine months William and Marie Bate's Children Father 83 Years William Vincent Bates (Fiedler), born Columbus OH, raised in/near Parlett OH, 6-10-1895 (D) 1-24-1979 Mother 87 years Lavinia Marie (Johnson) Bates, born Cadiz OH, raised in /near Cadiz OH, (B) 9-22-1985, (D) 1-26-1983 Dau Cathrine Virginia (Bates) Coleman-Jiggs (B) 1-23-1919 Dau 78 Years Edythe Maxine (Bates) Crew- Max (B) 1-30-1921, (D) 8-19-1998 Dau 64 Years Dorothy Geraldine (Bates) Reppart-Gerry (B) 9-11-1923, (D) a6-5-1988 Son 66 Years Gail Vincent Bates-Bud (B) 11-12-1925, (D) 1-26-1992 Son 60 Years Maurice Vance Bates- Cook (B) 1-26-1927, (D) 4-10-1987 top left photo: Marie and Bill Bates' Wedding Picture My Grandparents top right photo: Home of Bill and Marie Bates 321 E. Warren Street Cadiz, Ohio .19. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/59cfb8ffd3db3a548e9814130d8d85c8.jpg e019c9596ca5085a9bbf9d82e6c14260 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (24) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 20 of A Note About My Family Son 58 Years Milton Chambers Bates- Popeye (B) 12-10-1929, (D) 11-21-1988 Dau Audrey Lorraine (Bates) Glover- Audrey (B) 6-8-1932 Dau Patricia Jane(Bates) Starosciak - Patty (B) 10-10-1934 Son Lloyd Keith Bates-Keith (B) 1-6- 1937 Note Before Cathrine Virginia (Jiggs) was born, Mom (Marie) had a miscarriage that occurred late in her pregnancy, The baby was a girl and named Betty. Betty was buried Jan. 3, 1918 in Cadiz Union Cemetery, Cadiz, OH "Bates 1918" is engraved on the headstone. William and Marie Bates' Grandchildren Virginia married Manuel Coleman Children Elaine married Joe Bonfini-3 children Marilyn married Howard Sinclair (div)-2 children; Scott ward-no children Neil married Meredith West- 4 children Terry married Vickie Richards (div)-1 child; Kim Cotton-1 child Maxine married Ralph Crew Children Gene married Marilyn Taef-2 children Geraldine married Wayne Reppart Children Bonnie married Jim Caudill-2children Mary Pat married Charlie Browne (div)-no children Gail married Betty Harmon Children Michael married Linda Shaw-3 children William (deceased ) married Michelle Kibble (div)-2 children: Michelle Campbell-1 child, 1 stepdaughter Robert Married Saundra Thompson (div)-2children: Rhonda Pittman-no children Donald married Carol Cozad (div)-no children, Penny Gilmore (div)-no children Maurice married Mary Ellen Sowers Children Tammy married Robert Gotschall (div)-2 children Terry married Terry Worrell-? children Tracy married Mike ?-2 children Robert married ? ?-? children Christine married John Coutts-2 children .20. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9c94f8ab334c74514af2e63c76e02404.jpg e611b3df9d9191f6e5be5c52ed6932e6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 21 of A Note About My Family Milton married Maxine De Walt Children John married Toni ?-1 child Mark married Lisa Beach-4 children Matt married- Christine ?-1 child Audrey married Chuck Glover (div) Children Kimberly married ? ? (div 2 or 3 times)-no children Kevin married Marcie Verhovic-3 children Patricia married Edward Starociak Children Scott married Toni Battilochi-2 children Janna married Larry Holiak (div)-1 child; Mark Michalik-1 child Shawn married Marie Lishick (div)-no children; Joyce Ruzek-1 child, 1 stepdaughter Eric not married? Cory married Debbie-Harr-no children Kyle married Tonya Rood-no children Keith married Lila De Walt Children Faylene (dec) died May 5, 1959, buried May ?, 1959 Cadiz Union Cemetery, Cadiz OH Carrie married Ken Studer (dec)-1 child Dirk (dec) died Oct 20, 1982, buried Oct 23, 1982, Cadiz Union Cemetery, Cadiz, OH Doug (dec) married Amy Dunlap-2 children: Doug died Jul 27, 1993, buried Jul 30, 1993?, Moorefield Cemetery , Moorefield OH Greg married Tina ?-1 child and 1 stepchild? Bates Family Death and Burial Information William Vincent Bates, Blood Clot, Holly Memorial Gardens, Colerain OH Marie (Johnson) Bates, Heart Failure, Holly Memorial Gardens, Colerain OH "Cook" (Maurice ) Bates, Heart Failure, Holly Memorial Gardens, Colerain OH Gerry (Bates) Reppart, Heart Failure, Trenton Cemetery, Sunbury OH "Popeye" (Milton) Bates, Cancer, Holly Memorial Gardens, Colerain OH "Bud" (Gail) Bates, Cancer, Oak Grove Methodist Cemetery , Smyma OH Faylene Bates, Heart Failure, Cadiz Union Cemetery, Cadiz OH Dirk Bates, Auto Accident, Cadiz Union Cemetery, Cadiz OH Douglas Bates, Heart Failure, Moorefield Cemetery, Moorefield OH Maxine (Bates) Crew, Heart Failure, Richmond Cemetery, Richmond OH Betty (Harmon) Bates, Cancer, Oak Grove Methodist Cemetery, Smyma OH William Gail Bates, Heart Failure, Oak Grove Methodist Cemetery , Smyma OH .21. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b12a7a8ca72ec097decfd9955d18b982.jpg 030fda6e9e17e0f4f94d7d4c98c5590c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (26) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 22 of A Note About My Family Gail Spencer Fiedler, William Vincent Bates' biological brother, was born ? ?, 1891 and died Jun 1, 1969. He is buried in the Arcadia Park Cemetery, Detroit MI. William Vincent Bates died on Jan 24, 1979 and buried Jan 26, 1979. He died on a Wednesday and was buried on Friday. He died in Cadiz Hospital on Cook's birthday. He was buried in Holly Memorial Gardens, Colerain OH. Lavinia Marie (Johnson) Bates died on Jan 26, 1983 and buried Jan 28, 1983. She died on a Wednesday and was buried on a Friday. She died in Cadiz Hospital and was buried in Holly Memorial Gardens, Colerain OH Grandma, Rebecca Anna (Spencer) Fiedler, (William Vincent's biological Mother) died on Jan 26, 1898. She is buried at Nelsonville OH. Grandpa, William Henry Fiedler, (William Vincent's biological father) died Jul 15, 1928. Hisburial place is unknown. Gail Bates died on Jan 26, 1992. He is buried at the Oak Grove Methodist Cemetery, Smyma OH. Cook Bates' birthday was Jan 26. He died on Apr 10, 1987. He is buried at Holly Memorial Gardens, Colerain OH. Popeye Bates died on Nov 21, 1988. He was buried on Nov 24, 1988 in Holly Memorial Gardens, Colerain OH. Uncle Fred Carson died on Nov 21, 1981. He was buried on Nov 24, 1981. He is buried at ? OH. Bernice (Bates) Black, William Vincent Bates' sister via adoption, is buried in Cadiz Union Cemetery, Cadiz OH. Rebecca Anna (Spencer) Fiedler, William Vincent Bates' biological mother, was born Aug ?, 1865 and died Jan 26, 1889. She was 32 years old when she died. She is buried at Nelsonville OH. William Johnson, Marie Bates' father , was 58 years old when he died. He is buried in the Cadiz Union Cemetery, Cadiz OH Etta jane (Shivers) Johnson, Marie Bates' mother, was 63 years old when she died. She is buried in Cadiz Union Cemetery, Cadiz OH. Myrtle Johnson, Marie Bates twin sister, died at 9 months of age. She is buried in an unmarked grave in Cadiz Union Cemetery, Cadiz OH. Myrtle is supposedly buried in the same grave as her mother--Ettie Jane Shivers Johnson. .22. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7db8f4e1802a570185d4299dfe03f26b.jpg a1cc87872732202a2e756a1a745c47bc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (27) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 23 of A Note About My Family William and Marie Bates' Great -grandchildren Virginia's Grandchildren Elaine and Joe Bonfini Kristi (d) Maria (d) Jody (s) Marilyn and Howard Sinclair (div) Kim (d) Rusty (s) Marilyn and Jack Fogle No children Dawna and Gary Van Camp (div) Misti (d) Jeff (s) Dawna and Scott Ward No Children Neil and Meredith West April (d) Jamie (d) Andrew (s) Nathaniel (s) Terry and Vickie Richards (div) Nash (s) Terry and Kim Cotton? Cody (d) Maxine's Grandchildren Gene and Marilyn Taef Eric (s) Chris (s) Geraldine's Grandchildren Bonnie and Jim Caudill Dennis (s) Chris (s) Mary Pat and Charlie Brown (div) No children Maurice's Grandchildren Tammy and Robert Gotschall (div) Robert (s) Michelle (d) Terry and Terry Worrell Shawna (d) Tracy and Mike ? ? (s) ? (d) Robert and ?? ? Christine and John Coutts Harley (d) Johnann Gail's Grandchildren Mike and Linda Shaw Melissa (d) Melinda (d) Michelle (d) Bill (deceased) and Michelle Kibble (div) Christopher (s) Gayle (d) Bill (deceased) and Michele Campbell Jennifer (step d) Jeffrey (s) Robert and Saundra Thompson (div) Tanille (d) Andrew (s) Robert and Rhonda Pittman No children Donald and Carol Cozad (div) No children Donald and Penny Gil ore (div) Erin (step d) Milton's Grandchildren John and Toni ? Damon (s) Toni (d) Mark and Lisa Beach Lucas (s) Dustin (s) Heidi (d) Lisa (d) Matt and Christine? ? (d) Audrey's Grandchildren Kimberly and ?? (2 or 3 div) No children Kevin and Marci Verhovic Valerie (d) Kevin (s) ? Keith's Grandchilden Faylene (dec) Carrie and Ken Studer (dec) Jenny (d) Dirk (dec) Doug (dec) and Amy Dunlap Ashley (d) Logan (s) Greg and Tina ? Tyler (s) .23. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5d8efa710bb73f3f852370a582459e79.jpg e5cab20adb523c9ff3dce724bc59c153 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (28) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 24 of A Note About My Family Patricia's Grandchildren Scott and Toni Battilochi Tiffany (d) Eddie (s) Jana and Larry Holyak (div) Shannan (d)? Jana and Mark Michalik Kristopher (s) Shawn and Marie Lishick (div) No children Shawn and Joyce Rodak? Lacy (d)? Shawn (s)? Eric not married Cory and Debbie Harr No children Kyle and Tonya Rood No children William Bates Family History and Significant Notes-Mother"s Side As of Jan 1965 The Spencer Family Daddy's Grandfather Jacob Smith? Spencer, Burnley England, (B) 3-22-1825, (D) 9-12-1893 Susanna ? Spencer, Jacob Smith? Daddy's Grandmother Spencer, Burnley England, (B) 11-18-1825, (D) 12-11-1883 They Had Four Sons And Four Daughters (1) Harry Spencer, Born in England (B) 10-1-1848, (D) 6-13-1849 died in England (2) Jane Spencer (Contorer) Winchell, (B) 3-5-1852, (D) 2-25-1933, died in Toledo OH Jane's Children Nellie, died in Toledo OH Grace, lived in Toledo OH Maude, lived in Toledo OH Walter, lived in Toledo OH. He was the famous Radio news commentator-Walter Winchell (3) Mariah (Spencer) Swachomer, (B) 10-20-1854, (D) ?-?-?, lived in Indiana (4) John Spencer, (B) ?-?-?, (D) 7-13-1917 (5) Joshua Spencer (B) 6-19-1857, (D)? Joshua's children Garnet, lived in Nelsonville OH Ruby, lived in West Virginia Clifton, deceased Margaret, lived in Louisiana Kathryn (6) Henry Spencer, (B) 10-6-1859, (D)? Henry's Children Harry II, deceased Hazel, lived in Columbus OH John, deceased Mack, lived in Columbus OH top right photo: The Spencers My Grandfather Bates' Grandparents bottom right photo: Back: Garnet, Ruby, Clifton Front: Joshua, Margaret, Ida, Kathryn .24. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d9924d515a59609152c0cc351919469d.jpg 78698291087a788e9264169da7ef4727 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (29) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 25 of A Note About My Family (7) Sarah Ellen (Spencer) Bates (B) 8-2-1861, (D) 2-10-1929 Sarah's Children Letha Bates, deceased. lived in Florida Bernice (Bates) Black, deceased, buried in Cadiz OH William Vincent (Fiedler) Bates-adopted by Sarah, he was Rebecca's biological son (8) Rebecca Anna (spencer) Fiedler, (b) ?-8-1865, (D) 1-26-1898 Rebecca's Children Gail Spencer Fiedler, (B) ?-?-1891, (D) 6-1-1969 buried in Arcadia Park Cemetery, Detroit MI William Vincent Fiedler (Bates), (B) 6-10-1895, (D) 1-24-1979, lived in Cadiz OH, buried in Holly Memorial Gardens, Colerain OH Note Through Rebecca Ann-(Spencer) Fiedler, the William Vincent Bates (Fiedler) Family is related to the late Princess Diana Spencer of England William Bates Family History and Significant Notes-Father's Side As of Jan. 1965 The Fiedler Family Daddy's Grandfather Jacob Fiedler, Frankfurt Germany (B) 3-4-1825, (D) 11-22-189? Daddy's Grandmother Elizabeth ? Fiedler, Frankfurt Germany?, (B) 12-30-1828, (D) 2-22-1913. middle left photo: Rebecca Ann (Spencer) Fiedler My Grandfather Bates' Biological Mother middle right photo: Rebecca Ann (Spencer) Fiedler My Grandfather Bates' Mother bottom right photo: The Fiedlers My Grandfather Bates' Grandparents .25. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2b6e0dd52a939fcf7242544fd07887c4.jpg f9d03a4f330d2948bde7bc5b71769255 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (30) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 26 of A Note About My Family They Had Nine Sons And Two Daughters (1) William Henry Fiedler (Daddy's Father), (B) 3-20-1848, (D) 7-5-1928 William's Children Gail Spencer Fiedler, (B) ?-?-1891, (D) 6-1-1969 wife Irene William Vincent Fiedler (Bates), (B) 6-10-1895 (D) 1-24-1979, wife Marie (2) John Fiedler (Twin), (B) 2-8-1850, (D) 10-4-1878 (3) Ferdinand Fiedler (Twin), (B) 2-8-1850, (D) 9-1-1915 Ferdinand's Children Charles, lived in California Arthur (4) Charles Fiedler, (B) 10-4-1853, (D) 9-23-1854 (5) Caroline (Fiedler) Wilson, (B) 6-20-1855, (D) 9-20-1899 Caroline's Child Nellie (Wilson) Lorne, lived in Columbus OH (6) Franklin Fiedler, (B) 6-23-1857. (D) 11-24-1888 (7) George Fiedler, (B) 12-18-1859, (D) 6-7-1874 George's Children Donald, deceased Hilda, deceased (8) Edward Fiedler, (B) 12-30-1861, (D) 8-30=1922 (9) Emma Elizabeth (Fiedler) Benson, (B) 3-4-1863, (D) 10-25-1942 Emma's Children Raymond, deceased Caroline, lived in Detroit MI Jessie, lived in Detroit MI (10) James Fiedler, (B) 5-8-1864, (D) 7-24-1931 (11) Albert Fiedler, (B) 10-13-1866, (D)1-?-? Albert's Children Carolyn, lived in Columbus, OH Harry, deceased Elizabeth, lived in Illinois Effie, lived in Columbus OH Marie (Johnson) Bates Family History and Significant Notes- Father's Side As of Jan. 1965 The Johnson Family Mother's Grandfather ? ? Johnson ? ? (B) ??-? (D) ??? Mother's Grandmother ? ? ? ? ?, (B) ??? (D) ??? photo: William Henry Fiedler My Grandfather Bates' Biological Father .26. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/01e86ce784b5b8c5bb38fff4a8981146.jpg 2402b8d79505a95bcba025e32d6fb83c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (31) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 27 of A Note About My Family Mother's Dad William Vincent ? Johnson, (B) 11-24-1861, (D) 5-18-1913, married Ettie Jane shivers 6-30-1890 Mother's Mom Ettie Jane (Shivers) Johnson, (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-?, married William Vincent? Johnson 6-30-1890 They Had Two Sons And Four Daughters (1) Fred Johnson, ? (2) Carl Johnson, ? (3) Lavinia Marie (Johnson) Bates (Twin), ? (4) Mary Myrtle Johnson (Twin), ? (5) Cornelia Audrey (Johnson) Carson, ? (6) Agnes Louise (Johnson) Stewart, ? William Johnson Notes William Johnson suffered from Bright's Disease (kidneys). His funeral service was conducted at 2:00 PM at the Methodist Church Cadiz, OH. He is buried in Cadiz Union Cemetery, Cadiz OH top right photo: Ettie Johnson My Grandmother Bates' Mother bottom photo: The Johnsons with Fred, Carl and Marie My Grandmother Bates' Parents .27. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9bad5e91b8535bade3f387b9275343f0.jpg eeb1be925ed892b8c92e221a4af99035 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (32) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 28 of A Note About My Family Marie (Johnson) Bates Family History and Significant Notes - Mother's Side As of Jan. 1965 The Shivers Family Mother's Grandfather Samuel ? Shivers, ?, ?, (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-? Mother's Grandmother Lavinia ? ? ? ? (B) ??? (D) ???. Note Lavinia Marie (Johnson) Bates' grandparents were Samuel and Lavine Shivers Mother's Uncle Elmer ? Elmer Ellsworth Shivers, (B) 6-?-1863, (D) 1-13-1942 Elmer's Children Lloyd Nelson , (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-? Helen Markley, (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-? Mother's Aunt Alice? Alice (Shivers) Criswell, (B) ?-?-1860, (D) 6-?-1950, 90 years old Mother's Uncle Albert? Albert ? Shivers, (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-? Albert's Children Francis Shivers, (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-? George Shivers, (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-? Emma Hawk, (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-? Laura Lodge, (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-? Mother's Uncle Charles Charles ? Shivers, (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-? Mother's Uncle Frank? Frank ? Shivers, (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-? Mother's Uncle Henry? Henry ? Shivers, (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-? Mother's Mom Ettie Jane (Shivers) Johnson, (B) ?-?-?, (D) ?-?-?, married William Vincent? Johnson Mother's Dad William Vincent ? Johnson, (B) 11-24-1861, (D) 5-18-1913, married Ettie Jane Shivers 6-30-1890 They had Two sons and Four Daughters (1) Fred Johnson, (2) Carl Johnson, (3) Marie (Johnson) Bates (Twin), (4) Myrtle Johnson (Twin), (5) Audrey (Johnson ) Carson, (6) Louise (Johnson) Stewart, Ettie's Five Brothers and One Sister (1) Henry Shivers, lived in California (2) Elmer Ellsworth Shivers (3)Frank Shivers, lived in Cadiz, OH (4) Albert Shivers, lived in Cadiz, OH (5) Charles Shivers, lived in Cadiz, OH (6) Alice (Shivers) Criswell, top right photo: My Grandmother Bates' Grandmother Lavinia Shivers .28. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7af79fff15970fbaa86d518b3b5aa4b4.jpg 80d0f38011e2d0040a742933e74e7215 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (33) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 29 of A Note About My Family Ettie (Shivers) Johnson Notes Ettie (Shivers) Johnson suffered from cancer. She had been ill following a colostomy operation. Her funeral service was conducted on a Monday at the Methodist Church, Cadiz OH. She is buried in Cadiz Union Cemetery, Cadiz, OH. Death Tolls Note Clara Mercer Shivers, (B) 3-?-1868, (D) 7-12-1951, daughter of George and Catherine (Robinson) Shivers ? . Her husband was Albert Shivers. She had two sons-Albert and George, two daughters Emma (Shivers) Hawk and Laura (Shivers) Lodge, and one sister Belle Tomkins. Elmer Ellsworth Shivers, (B) 6-?-1863, (D) 1-13-1942, son of Samuel and Lavine Shivers. He had a son Lloyd Nelson Shivers and a daughter Helen (Shivers) Markley; four brothers Albert, Charles, Frank and Henry; and a sister Alice (Shivers) Criswell. Alice died in July 1959 at the age of 90. William "Dad" Bates' Birth Record Probate Court of Franklin county Ohio maintains certified copy of birth record. No: 1262 Name: Vincent Fiezler Date/place of birth:-Year: 1895; County: Franklin; City: Columbus; State: Ohio Sex: Male Color: White Name of Father: William Harry Fiezler Name of Mother: Anna Spencer Residence of parents: 216 St Clair Avenue, Cadiz, Ohio Volume 6 Page 222 11-13-64 Henry Klien, Deputy Clerk William Bates birth record obtained by Hazel Spencer on 11-13-64 Note: When did "Fiezler" become "Fiedler" (German spelling, perhaps changed on arrival in America?) Note: when did "Vincent" become "William Vincent'? Marie "Mom" Bates' Birth Record Probate Court of Harrison County Ohio maintains certified copy of birth record. No: 33 Name in full: Lavinia Marie Johnson Date of birth: Year: 1895; Month: September 22 Place of birth: State: Ohio; County: Harrison: City: Cadiz Sex: Female Color: White Name of Father: William Johnson Name of Mother: Ettie Jane Shivers Reported by: Assessor Volume 2 Page 65 7-16-1999 Judge Steven R. Karto .29. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9aa78a1fdeb9ab815aec6e5bfe9bc120.jpg 6974040175052fa2d8d0eaf2f8261220 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (34) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 30 of A Note About My Family photo: William Bates A Hobby -- With A Demand .30. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7aa4bdd6b44acac6ef7de568108657ef.jpg e9dfcdcff0e69a2091b58828c5111148 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (35) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 31 of A Note About My Family Grandparents I was fortunate to have all four of my grandparents into my adult years. I was closer to the Reppart grandparents since I lived just about a mile from them. When I was about 5 years old, I got mad at my parents and told them I was running away from home. When mom asked where I was going, I told her I was moving in with grandma and grandpa. She thought she would call my bluff and told me to go pack my bags, and then she and dad would drop me off on their way to the movies. I packed them, hopped in the car and off we went. When we drove by grandma's house without stopping, I cried and cried. So did mom , I think. Grandma Reppart was a very classy dresser and always wore stylish hats to church. I especially remember a red hat with a big brim and feather that she wore to church - - it wasn't hard finding her sitting in the congregation. Twice a year she took the whole bunch (Sam's and us) shopping in downtown Columbus. That was a major trip because, of course, there were no malls or freeways. She didn't drive so her treat was to take all of us to Mills Cafeteria to eat. She then would buy me a new outfit for Christmas or Easter depending on the season. I always liked what she chose because she had great taste in clothes. Grandma was also a great cook. I remember watching her make her famous baked chicken. She always went down to the milk tank and got the cream off the top for her chicken - - and angel food cake from scratch -- yum! Once in a while I got to go to the Little Brown Jug in Delaware with them. She always wore her furs that had the foxes with the beady eyes -- they always looked as if they were staring at you. And, she always played the piano while the rest of us gathered around to sing -- a proper lady she was! My Bates' grandparents lived in Cadiz (125 miles east), so I didn't get to see them often. It was a three hour drive one way through hills and curves. Since Dad milked Jersey cows, he only had every other Sunday off. He and Sam alternated Sundays and they had a hired hand, George Fravel. We would leave early on Sunday, stay for the afternoon and then drive back in the evening. When I was younger, I used to spend a week in the summer with my Bates grandparents. My cousin, Dawna Coleman, would come spend the same week. The Bates' lived in town and it was coal country. I remember we had to clean off the porch swing every day before we could use it. Once during the week grandma would take us to play BINGO. This was her big vice. One evening I won $2.00 so I was hooked. She was ornery as Grandma Reppart was proper. I called her on her 60th wedding anniversary and top right photo: no caption middle left photo: My Grandparents Esther and Frank Reppart bottom right photo: My Grandparents Marie and Bill Bates .31. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/567a9a791b4be0e20666405a858c5288.jpg 2e9ce1f45f70e3a6b11d28caf0f79dad Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (36) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 32 of A Note About My Family asked her how she was going to celebrate. She said it was none of my business. So I told her I wanted to know if it was worth waiting for. She told me to "Call her back in the morning and she'd let me know." Well, I guess that brings us up to June 17, 1945 - my birth. This is a letter written to my dad who was on Tinian in the Mariana Islands. The letter was written by Grandma Reppart and I am the "it"she refers to in the letter. I was born in Martins Ferry Hospital in Martins, Ferry, Ohio. middle left photo : page 1 of a letter written by Grandma Reppart to her deployed son announcing the birth of his daughter and explaining the difficulties of his wife's labor. top right photo: page 2 of the letter describing the procedures of her birth and the difficulties removing the baby from his wife, Gerry. bottom right photo: page 3 of the letter promising to visit with Gerry while she stayed in the hospital and that she would keep in touch with him. bottom left photo: envelope of the letter from Mrs. Frank Reppart to her son, Frank. .32. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/31c8b56489a4f0ae24cadace81daacbe.jpg c515b92260389fd3c562c0c1ddaad48f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (37) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 33 of A Note About My Family Just a few months later, we moved to Sunbury into the big, old farmhouse on North Old 3C Road with my grandparents, Aunt Mayne and Uncle Sam. I grew up on the farm playing with cousins, Bob and Harold (Hank). Pat joined the group eight years later in 1954. My Sister My sister, Mary Patricia, was born April 24, 1954. since there was 9 years difference in our ages, we didn't have a lot in common. She was called Mary Pat until she got older. Now she goes by "Pat". When she was just a few months old, I was holding her. She jerked backward and flipped on the ground. It scared the wits out of me since I was only nine. When she got a little older, she used to pick on me and I took it - - until one day I hauled off and gave her a bloody nose. She ran to mom and mom told her she deserved it. One morning, I remember, we were waiting for the school bus. For some reason she had put eggs in her coat pockets. But, she had forgotten they were there, and jammed her hands in her pockets -- eggs everywhere! Mom had to do a quick change on her before the bus came. Another time she had to sit at the table until she tried a bite of everything on her plate. She refused. After about two hours Mom cleared the the table, so Dad moved her to the living room and told her to sit there until she decided to try whatever it was she wouldn't eat. He sat her down -- she stood up -- he sat her down -- she stood up -- and so it went. I decided to go to bed and I think that was a battle she finally won. Pat has always liked animals and she had a horse for 4-H. Her last horse, Wendy, died in 1998 in her mid-thirties. We thought the barn was going to fall in before the horse died. When she was a sophomore in high school, she started having trouble with her back. After going to several doctors, they found that a vertebrae had deteriorated in her back. Since it was so close to the spine, the doctors were afraid to operate, so they put her in a body cast from her knee to her neck. She had to be flat on her back for six months. Mom and Dad used to borrow the top left photo: Harold, Bonnie, Pat and Bob bottom left photo: Pat bottom right photo: Wendy and Pat .33. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/37efadee863fe1ab69fd9c95760df5fc.jpg 79c94a67c19e2e1e7ef8064bc65e392f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (38) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 34 of A Note About My Family hearse from De Vore Funeral Home, load her up and take her to the football games (tells you something about our parents). She vowed that she would go to the prom that spring and she did. She was very weak and had lost a lot of weight, but with help of a cane, she made it. Pat married Charles (Charlie) Browne in 1973. They did a lot of sailing and Pat even sailed from Port Clinton to Detroit by herself. Once, when she was climbing down from the upper deck to go below on a friend's boat, she misjudged the number of steps on the ladder. She ended up with five pins and a metal bar in her ankle. Of course, that was after she decided to finish the weekend sailing. Another time she and Charlie were at Middle Bass Island, there was a tower which was closed to the public. However, that didn't stop Pat. Some guy who had a little too much to drink started up. Charlie gave her a boost and she followed him. When they reached the top they mooned the crowd. That's my sister. She and Charlie also did a lot of snow skiing. When they were first married they lived in Michigan where Charlie was finishing college. They had a lot of opportunity to ski there. After they moved to Galena they used the golf course for cross country skiing. Charlie worked for his dad, Browne Brothers Remodeling and Pat worded several years for AT&T. She now has her own pet sitting business. They divorced in 1986. Pat and her two dogs, Charlie and Gabby, and several cats now live in the house we grew up in. top right photo: Big Walnut Homecoming Hopefuls left middle photo: Pat and Charlie's Wedding bottom right photo: Pat with Bear and Gabby .34. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/eda3501cd2da67124382df7872306062.jpg a32ebfc7b5af9a57478843e7b6d4c6a8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (39) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 35 of A Note About My Family photo Jet milking - Above photo shows one side of the Reppart milking parlor and three units of the milker just put on the cows by George Fravel in foreground, Sam Reppart in middle and Wayne Reppart in back. The automatic fee box is shown for the sow Sam. Milk a cow a minute - That's the speed in the new modern milking parlor at the dairy of Frank Reppart and his sons Sam and Wayne on the old Three-C highway northeast of Sunbury. .35. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e94f5c691b2e77ed6251ab93a05368e6.jpg c1bcd6bd911d600230e734a8b56078aa Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (40) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 36 of A Note About My Family Milk to Tank -- Top photo shows Frank Reppart and three of his grandchildren watching the milk coming from the milker going into the 675-gallon storage tank. The two boys are Bob, in foreground, and his brother Harold, sons of Mr. and Mrs. Sam Reppart, while Bonnie, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne Reppart, tells grandfather how it's done. In the lower photo Mr. Reppart points to the glass pipe from the milking parlor to the tank. Note the milk in the pipe. These photos were taken for the News by Phil Cring. .36. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8c3f703547b1e30a3a70e7402f86ec23.jpg ed3efc98f31772159e3592a28895cade Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (41) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 37 of A Note About My Family This ran in Ohio Farmer in 1961 Reppart's electric heating makes his dairy job easier Frank Reppart finds that he and his sons work so much more efficiently with heat in the milking parlor, that his wall heater is a profitable investment. Installed originally strictly for comfort, (and to keep milking equipment from freezing), the heater enables the Reppart men to handle the herd much faster in their six-stall milking parlor. They milk 85 cows twice daily, on their Delaware County farm. .37. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/37bd9812ee581247af4bfab699e655fd.jpg 04790ccea118e493cf1e16ae973a5f02 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (42) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 38 of A Note About My Family Farm Memories One of my favorite times on the farm was in late summer. We all got together to freeze corn. Grandpa, Sam and Dad would take a wagon out early in the morning to pick sweet corn. While Grandma, Mayme and Mom washed the cartons, the rest of us would husk the corn. Then the operation moved to Grandma's basement. The men boiled the corn and then transferred it to big tubs of ice water. After it cooled, Grandma, Mayme and Mom would cut the corn off the cob into big bowls. Then Bob, Hank, and I spooned the corn into the containers. By the end of the day, everyone had plenty of corn to last the winter. Then there were the times Grandma, Mayme and Mom dressed chickens. Then had an assembly line: Mayme would chop off the heads; Grandma then put them into a pot of boiling water; then Mom and I plucked the feathers. The onlly problem was we would get to talking and forget what we had done. One time Mayme handed the chicken to Grandma to put into the boiling water. Trouble was - she had forgotten to cut its head off. I loved playing in the hay mows. Bob, Hank, and I used to build tunnels out of the hay bales. Then sometimes we would jump from the second floor into piles of hay below. When I had friends over, they liked to go to the barn. As we would walk through the milking parlor, Dad would squirt them with milk as he milked the cow. Of course, after the automated parlor went in, he could no longer do this. My Childhood Neighborhood When I moved to this area as an infant, our address was Route 1, Condit, Ohio. Yes, Condit had a post office. There were North Condit, South Condit and Condit Station. We lived closest to North Condit where the post office was located. It was the 2nd house south of the N. Old 3C and Condit Road intersection and west of the intersection was a dentist office. On the southwest corner was the Condit Store. they carried a little bit of everything. One fall they got in three dolls with hair. I had never seen a doll with hair before, so, of photo: DAIRYMEN! Have you heard about the Patented ESCO "ICY-WALL" BULK MILK COOLER that outvalues all others 14 different ways! .38. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d96eef6cbeb66b8a9b449bedf8e7ffd3.jpg 9bb8f9f8ceee62b5c56a0104fd7e9651 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (43) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 39 of A Note About My Family course, I had to have one for Christmas. Mom kept telling me how expensive they were, so I wouldn't be disappointed on Christmas morning. That didn't make any sense to me since Santa would be bringing it anyway. But on Christmas morning the doll with the red hair was sitting under the tree. South Condit (located at Hartford and Condit roads) also had a general store and the Presbyterian Church. The Wilsons, who were members of the Church, owned the store which made it convenient when we needed something at the church. Condit Station (St. Rt. 3 and Condit Rd.) had Condit Landmark which burned to the ground in the eighties and the brick and tile mill. The road which went beside our house was called Perfect Rd. (it was gravel and full of chuckholes). When our boys were growing up, they always wanted it paved so they could roller skate. A small bridge crossed Perfect Creek and this is where I learned to swim. The water under the bridge was about six feet deep so the bridge was a great place to jump from. It was also a great place to get leeches. We knew everyone along N. Old 3C and I traveled it many times on my bike. The Hollis' lived near North Condit, and each winter, they hitched up their horse to the sleigh and picked me up for a sleigh ride. Near the other end of the road. was the roadside park where groups and families gathered for picnics and fun. About 1/2 mile from us was the 3C apple orchard owned by the McDonalds. At one time, they owned a small restaurant on St Rt. 3 between Condit and Centerburg. This was a great place to stop for homemade apple pie. There are many new businesses at Condit Station now -- Carter Lumber, Heston's Greenhouse, Whightsel's body Shop, Genoa Paving, Midwest Sports, RED auto sales, Anna's Market, and J & J Carpet. in North Condit, there is Morningview Care Center. And in South Condit, there is still the Presbyterian Church -- is that some kind of sign? My Church Soon after we were settle in our new house, finding a church became a priority. Since the Repparts are all Presbyterians, they gravitated toward Condit. However, Mom had been brought up a Methodist, so she wanted to check out all the Methodist Churches in the area. One Sunday they ended up at the Wesleyan Methodist Church. This was not quite the type of Methodist Mom was used to, and it turned out to be quite interesting that day. In the end, Lolly Searles proved to be too much competition for the Methodists, and the Repparts joined the Condit Presbyterian Church in October, 1946. Here, my parents formed some of their strongest friendships -- Bernard and Lolly Searles, Dud and Gladys Townley, Wendall and Doris Day, and Dale and Lucille Bailey. The Searles' daughter, Evelyn Ann, became one of my good friends. "Nan" and I spent many years going back and forth between each others homes. Mom and Dad became involved with the youth group, and the Reppart men sang in the choir whenever possible. All the men eventually became Elders and the women belonged to Friendly Club. At age 12, I joined the church. We had a very active youth group and a choir that included many high school students. These became my favorite activities. At that time, Marian Whitney, my piano teacher, was the church organist. By the time I was a freshman, she started giving me organ lessons and working me into the Sunday morning service. Grandpa Reppart told me that if I learned to play the organ, he would buy me one. He did .39. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e63c14f9e92fa72114beea0aa537445d.jpg c4d4a5903cc7a5f17c3e893ec2007f94 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (44) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 40 of A Note About My Family and I still have the organ today. Before long I was playing the entire service. I think Mrs. Whitney had an ulterior motive in giving me these lessons. The big church event at that time was the ox roast. The men spent the night roasting the meat in pits. Tents were set up in the side yard where all the food was served. Today the smorgasbord has replaced the ox roast. Jim and I were married in the Condit Presbyterian Church on July 10, 1966 by Rev. Jim Dowd, and both our sons were baptized there -- Dennis by Rev. Doug Orbaker and Chris, by Rev. Peter Crego. Jim is now an Elder, and I am involved with the Friendly Club. We also worked with the youth of the church for several years. I an now the director of music which entails selecting and organizing all musical activities of the church. I play the organ and direct three bell choirs. My favorite time of the year is the Christmas Eve service. Many former members come back to join their families, and there is always such a warm feeling that night. I think it's a beautiful old church, but then I'm prejudiced. In the sanctuary hangs a quilt made by the members. It has all the names of the church's founding members, all the former ministers and all members who have belonged to Condit. My dad was the only male to do some stitching on the quilt, so it has special meaning to each time I look at it. Sunbury - Galena (As I remember them) Sunbury had everything. On the east side of the square were my two favorite stores- Hill's Drugstore and Miss Louise Sheets' Little Shop. The drugstore made the best chocolate sodas in the country for a quarter. Hills had a soda fountain and booths in the back. It was a great place to hang out. The Little Shop carried ladies fashions and later she added some baby items. Also on the east side were The Sunbury News, the tavern, Williamson's Garage (a Chevy dealership), and White's Grocery. After it burned down, it became a five and dime which carried all sorts of odds and ends. A little bit east of the square was the library. It was always fun to sign a book out and look at all the names of the people above you on the list who had read the book. Across the street from the library was the Post office. On the northeast corner was Roots Department Store. One side of the store carried shoes and boots - the other side had clothing of all types, fabric , notions, ladies' hats, and most anything else you can imagine. On down the street was The Farmer's Bank where my family did their banking. One spoke only in hushed tones whenever you entered the bank. On the northwest corner was Miller Implement. Above the store they used to have square dances until it became too dangerous. On the southeast corner were apartments and Dr. Livingston's Office which was in the lower level of his home. Next to it was Hoke Electric and Lenhart Hardware. It had atmosphere -creaky floors and stuff everywhere. We never had any reason to stop anywhere else except for our semi-annual trips to downtown Columbus. Meanwhile, just a mile south, was the village of Galena, where Jim was growing up. Between Sunbury and Galena was the Galena Brick Plant which was owned by John Shultz. They had their own quarry and our house is built out of Galena brick. As you entered Galena from the north, there was the Galena Elementary which housed grade 1-8. Walkers General Store was on this side. On the east side of the square was Aunt Mae's Restaurant. On the west side was the Post Office and Dr. Ihle's office. And on the .40. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/80149710ea4261a97e5ccc74cf4338a1.jpg f62e90fa4e8a9fc6e550195204920c2b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (45) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 41 of A Note About My Family south side was where the action was. There was the Galena Bank, a hardware store, and Jimmie Vance's Shell station. Anything big that happened, happened here. One day the boys from Croton came to whip the boys from Galena, who were hiding in the Shell Station. As the Croton boys were getting out of their car, Cliff Conley jumped through the picture window. The Croton boys took off never to be seen again. This was the big talk on the playground at recess the next day. Elementary School Years At age 6, I entered Sunbury Elementary. My 1st Grade Teacher was Mrs. LaFaber, and she was scary! She was very tall and paper thin with a strong square jaw; and, at the time, I thought she was probably about 80 years old. She was also very strict and was one of only two teachers to call me Bonita. Our classroom was down in the basement of what is now the older part of Harrison Street Elementary. The cafeteria was in a separate building, so we had to go outside each day to go to lunch. The Sunbury Locker (now the IGA) was next door, and at noontime they opened up an outside concession where we could go to buy goodies - BB bats and Sugar Daddies were my favorites. Many families had space in the lockers to store their meat since not many people had freezers yet. It was always fun to go in there in the summertime, because no one had air conditioning either. When I arrived home from school those first few days, I always had extra pennies in my pocket. Mom asked me where I was getting the pennies. I informed her that Larry Stone wanted to kiss me when I got off the bus each morning, so I was charging him a penny to do so. My best friend was Shelia Warner. I had met her before school started at the square dances which both our parents attended each Saturday night in the elementary school gymnasium. In the 2nd grade I missed a whole grading period. First, I got mumps (only on one side). then when that side started to go down, I got them on the other side. This was directly followed by the old-fashioned measles which lasted a long time. My classmates made a get well book for me which I still have today. This year I made another good friend, Carol Bodenman. Her family had moved here from Texas, and her mother became Dr. Livingston's nurse. Carol, Shelia and I were inseparable. We were all girl Scouts together, took dancing lessons from Sally Eberle, upper left photo: Bonnie Reppart lower right photo: Bonnie - Front and Center .41. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/982f47316b64053b6bce20e3d253f2a3.jpg 249f63ff6ed7d23ac2d84af465335eb8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (46) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 42 of A Note About My Family piano lessons from Marian Whitney and joined the band when we were in the 5th grade. This was the year I started wearing glasses, and they have been a permanent fixture on my face ever since. Junior high (7th and 8th grades) were in the same building. These were the years that we began to change classes for each subject. My favorite teachers were Harold Tippett, who taught math and Norm Nelson, the social studies teacher. Mr. Nelson was the only other teacher to call me Bonita. I especially enjoyed noontime. We all square danced in the gym (even the boys and they weren't made to). Soon I would be moving on to high school. Here I would meet a whole new group of people because our high school had consolidated a few years earlier. Galena Elementary and Harlem Elementary (located in Center Village) would be joining us. But I was sure our group would be superior. How could anyone from places like that possibly know all that we Sunbury people knew? I entered Big Walnut High School in the fall of 1959 and decided to take the college preparatory course. At the time, Big Walnut had an excellent band. One year we were chosen to play during half time of the Columbus Jets football game. The yard lines had not been clearly marked and we "goofed up" big time. When we returned to the school that night the band director, Wayne Chaffin , made us march until after midnight. I also became a member of the dance band which was a very close-knit group. Each spring we played for several high school proms including one at the Mt. Vernon Country Club. None of us had ever been to a country club before, so we were impressed. I was also treasurer of the band my junior and senior years. I must have had an honest face, because I was also elected treasurer of my junior and senior classes. My enjoyment of math continued through high school with Estell Miller being one of my favorite teachers. Lolly Searles, who taught English, and Jacob Master, the Latin teacher, were also favorites. Mr. Masters always had jokes for us. They weren't particularly upper left photo: Art Publication Society Cable Address: ARPO 7801 Bonhomme Avenue Clayton St. Louis 5, Missouri November 11, 1958 #291036-PS Miss Bonita Kay Reppart R.D.#$1 Sunbury, Ohio My dear Bonita: I am happy to be able to return your First Yearly Examination with a grade of 99 1/4 point. This is a fine recitation, and I am sure both you and Mrs. Whitney will be proud of it - not just because you receiv- ed a "high mark," but because that mark shows you are accomplish- ing something very much worth-while in your study of theory. In spite of their "elementary" content, these first lessons in theory are exceedingly important to the serious student of music, and you will find you thorough understanding of them a valuable asset as you proceed with your study of the text. Congratulating you on the fine beginning in your work on the Progressive Series and hoping to see you maintain this high standard throughout the Course, I am, with best wishes Sincerely yours, Art Publication Society A.E. Bontzen Secretary, Board of Examiners .42. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d5c5a43010f0a4c44651f592f0f8214c.jpg dd1ca55b18b9f5c07695965052e8af07 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (47) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 43 of A Note About My Family funny but we always enjoyed watching his bald head turn red and little pot belly jiggle as he laughed. In my junior year, I found my calling. I had a part in the junior class play. Upon one of my entrances, I received an ovation. Needless to say I was also a part of the senior class play. In my junior year I was inducted into National Honor Society and elected to the basketball homecoming court. I was dating Jim Caudill at the time, but I couldn't ask him to be my escort because he had already graduated. Oat Whitney put on a campaign to be my escort that you wouldn't believe. At the time, "Mousey McLaughlin said he would be my campaign manager to see that I was elected queen. How could I refuse them!? I continued with piano lessons throughout my high school years. During the summers, Mom gave me a quarter every Saturday, so after my piano lesson, Evelyn Searles and I always walked to Hill's Drug Store and got a chocolate soda. This was the highlight of my week. My! How times have changed for teenagers! In my senior year, I decided I would get more good out of typing and speech than physics and math IV. As I was about to give a demonstration speech one day, the teacher, Lolly Searles, suggested I get up on her desk so people could see better (I was demonstrating a dance). Just as I got on top of the desk, in walked the principal. Everyone roared with laughter(except the principal and me). We also did a few senior pranks that year -- telling freshmen they were wanted on the phone in the principal's office -- fainting while classes were changing and blocking the hallways -- asking people to look for contact lenses (and blocking the hallways) and , of course, locking "Mousey" in his locker. I'm not sure when they finally let him out. Before I knew it , those years were over and it was on to Capital University in the fall of 1963. photo: Junior Prom .43. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/13ff1e19c13344e6354fb9a1c1980cf1.jpg 3b6f640e106be7928c6e40ff0a193308 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (48) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 44 of A Note About My Family College Years After graduating I attended Capital University in Bexley. Since I had applied late, I had to commute the first semester. I had decided to major in speech and minor in music. An audition was required before being accepted into the conservatory of music. I joined the off campus organization so I could meet some of the other students, but the real fun began second semester when I was able to get a room in the dorm. I had what I considered to be a nice but "strange" roommate. The girl next also had an "unusual" roommate, so we ended up together. Her name was Donna Crabbe. She and I both appeared to be quiet and reserved. However, we both had our "other" side. Donna's roommate was a music major and played the cello. So one day we sent out invitations to everyone in the hall inviting them to a concert. Donna played the cello (she had never played one before ) and I sang operas In Italian (my own version, of course). We were just having fun. What we didn't realize until a year later was that the rest of the girls thought it was for real. During my sophomore year I joined the drama club and the drill team. All sophomores had to live in houses owned by the college since there wasn't enough dorm space. A group of 8 of us planned to get together in the same house. What a time we had that year! Donna and I hosted many crazy parties that year. One memorable party was for Abraham Lincoln's birthday. Invitations were sent out. Dress was black tie and gifts were required. I dressed as Abe and Donna was Mary, my wife. Among the many gifts I received was a condom. Well, this was the 60's you know. I also became known as the "Mad Chinaman". When I got mad (which was rarely), I spoke in Chinese. Again, only a select few knew I was making it up as I went along. This was also the year of many late night trips to the "barf-burger" (White Castle) after late night cramming--flooding our neighbor's bedroom, and setting some leaves on fire (by the girls' downstairs) so we could have a middle of the night fire drill. Our poor house parents! I found my niche that year at Capital. I became involved in all the plays usually in an acting capacity but some times as student director. middle right photo: Capital University House middle left photos: Abraham Lincoln's Birthday Party bottom right photo: The Ohio State University TELECOMMUNICATIONS CENTER Richard B. Hunt, Managing Director OFFICE OF INSTRUCTIONAL RADIO AND TELEVISION 154 North Oval Drive Columbus, Ohio 43210 November 4, 1965 Miss Bonnie Reppart Capital University Columbus, Ohio 43209 Dear Bonnie: Just got wind of your student directorship. Congratulations. Ann and I wish you the best of luck with "Liliom", and of course hope to make it over for one of the productions. My regards to Monty and Masquers. Sincerely, Bruce Mathews BM/yk .44. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/704f98c44c349c4e1a4251260051f772.jpg 5c77a664073c1f61d4510b6af8b2cc89 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (49) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 45 of A Note About My Family My junior year I joined the Women's Chorus, Pi Phi Epsilon (a social sorority) and continued in the drama club. As part of the initiation into Pi Phi, I was asked (by those select few) to sing the fight song in Chinese. I was good! Little did they know I was making it up as I went along. In the spring of the year, all the sororities and fraternities participated in Greek sing competition. My senior year I directed Pi Phi in an "around the world" theme. They wouldn't let me include China for some reason, That's probably why we only came in in second place. The same year I was also inducted into Pi Epsilon Delta, the theatre honorary. photo; Bontia Reppart won a resounding ovation as the figgety nurse in "The Man Who Came to Dinner." .45. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8e6fd382309bf5074dc7564098fc3d4c.jpg 8da29c9be1b492c022a8e745176e5bbd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (50) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 46 of A Note About My Family I began my student teaching at Bexley High School, but when my co-operating teacher became uncooperative, they moved me to Whitehall Yearling High School. Teaching here at the time was Betty Cocklin. Little did I know that our paths would cross in Sunbury, Ohio, just a few short years later. These were 4 great years. I graduated in 1967 with a BS is Education. Four of us -- my roommate Donna, Linda Toledo and Shari Duffie and I -- have kept in touch and still get together at least once a year. left photo: newspaper article 'Spoon River' Rated Successful Production by T.L. Weitzel upper right photo: Bonnie Reppart Caudill plays many of the principal roles in Masquer's Homecoming play. bottom right photo: Linda Toledo, Sharon Duffie, Donna Ehresman and Bonnie .46. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5d70554781dfd2e07dbb1310e4df1f20.jpg 9c684af59fb325e63a844b759909bd21 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (51) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 47 of A Note About My Family Jimbo James Dennis Caudill was born July 2, 1943 in the old St. Ann's Hospital in Columbus, Ohio. He grew up in a house on Sunbury Road in Galena and attended Galena Elementary School. He was a cub scout and enjoyed fishing and hunting. In high school he ran track and played baseball. Jim got his first job at the age of 13. He and friend John Gabriel, pulled weeds, mowed grass and painted barns and houses -- all for 50 cents an hour. One afternoon after he and John finished painting barns at the Gabriels, they decided to work on a car which John's brother, Bruce had purchased. They sanded the '48 Plymouth and then loaded the mothball attachment of Mrs. Gabriel's Hoover sweeper with candy apple red paint. According to Jim, the pain went on real smooth. At 16 he cleaned machines and swept floors at Kline Manufacturing on Redbank Road. The machinists were required to pick up parts in another room while machines were running. Bill Butsko was considered to be the fastest in the plant at doing this. You had to get on the forklift, pull a rope cord to open the door, drive in, get the parts, get back out, and back to your machine. One day Bill took off on the forklift and grabbed the rope, but it slipped through his hand. Of course, the door didn't open, but Bill was going so fast, the forklift went right through the door. The forks were at at an angle, so the machine was lifted about a foot off the floor and left him dangling. Jim said it sounded like a freight train. Later, Jim started doing drafting at Klines while he was attending Franklin University. Three months after we were married in 1966, Jim had the opportunity to begin the tool and die apprenticeship program at Western Electric on E. Broad Street. It was a 5 year program. after grading, he was a tool and die maker for less than one year when he was promoted to the engineering department as a tool and die designer. To quote Jim, "Every day at Western Electric was action packed." He was credited with producing a savings of one-half million dollars by developing an in-house upper left photo: Jim Caudill upper right photo: Woody and Jim middle right photo: Woody, Jim, Elwood bottom left photo: Outstanding Engineer Award for Civic Contribution .47. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f5ba95214e048f1088517e2cbc7e4fbe.jpg f3bd392bacd68fe10eeb0a95bd5dd6af Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (52) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 48 of A Note About My Family automatic precious metal welder. In 1991 he received the outstanding engineering award for civic contribution. By this time Western Electric was known as AT&T. When he retired on December 31, 1993, he was a research and development engineer. Jim also helped my dad with the farming. He designed and built a sprayer that fit on the back of his truck. When my parents went to Florida in the winter he took care of the pigs. One pig was so smart, he learned to unlatch the pen and was always out waiting for Jim. All through his life Jim has been interested in and worked on guns. He is now a professional gunsmith and is known all across the U.S. as the "Mauser Man." While I was shopping in Westerville one day, a clerk at Sherman-Williams took information to send me wallpaper. When he saw my name, he then asked my husband's name. After I told him, he said, "Let me shake the hand of the Mauser Man's wife." He then announced to everyone in the store that the Mauser Man"s wife was shopping in his store. I received a 15% discount card, good for one year. Gunsmithing started as something to keep him busy in his retirement -- he now has about a 2 month backlog. He also had a volunteer job - the reason for his civic award at AT&T. In 1979 he started coaching little league soccer, the 1st team in Sunbury area. As more teams formed and the kids got older, he decided Big Walnut High School should have a soccer team. After 2 years of research and much nagging, we were able to get soccer in the high school in 1985 as a club sport on a one year trial basis. For this to happen, we had to raise money for uniforms! Jim built soccer goals by adding crossbars to the football goal posts; the Lions donated soccer nets; I made corner flags. The school agreed to pay for transportation on the school buses. A typical day for Jim during soccer season went as follows: upper left photo: sprayer on back of Jim's truck upper left photo: James Caudill Receives Promotion at Western Electric James D. Caudill, 14290 Perfect Rd. Sunbury, was recently promoted to supervisor at Western Electric. He will manage the manufacturing of miniature wire spring relay machine operations. Caudill began his career with the company in 1966 as a tool and die trainee, finishing seven of the training phases, and became a toolmaker in 1970. He was promoted to an Engineering Associate in 1971 completing various assignment until his present position. In these assignments, Caudill produced a savings of one-half million dollars for Western Electric by developing an in-house automatic precious metal welder. Caudill is a a graduate from Franklin University, a member of the Ohio Gun Collectors Association and Chairman of the Trustees of the Condit Presbyterian Church. lower left photo: Eagle Excellence Big Walnut High School to Jim Caudill Congratulations to you and the soccer team for a fine season and the CBC Championship. You are to be csupporting you and the team.ommended for the hard work and dedication necessary to achieve such goals. You have developed the program in such a short period of time to an excellence respected by many. Good luck in the upcoming tournament. I will be there supporting you and the team. Chuck .48. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6ba16cfd598b2fd3cfe3110c123b5a3f.jpg 050de6add402ae119066c59870c4b909 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (53) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 49 of A Note About My Family 1. Arise at 3:30 AM to go to AT&T to put in his 8 hours 2. Arrive at school by 2:00 PM to do paperwork. 3. For away games, load buses 3:00 to 4:00. Arrive back at school around 9:00 P.M. 4. For home games, he had to line the field and put up soccer goals (1 1/2Hours) In 1986, because of the success of the program, soccer was made a varsity sport and Jim became the first soccer coach of Big Walnut. In 1987, Big Walnut won the CBL Championship and Jim was chosen CBL Coach of the Year. Jim joined the Army National Guard in 1964. He was with the First Battalion, 166th Infantry Delaware Post. Numbers in the guard were quite high at this time. Young Men hoped that by joining they wouldn't be sent to Vietnam. I also noticed while at Capital, many men were going into the seminary after graduation so they could avoid the draft. Basic training was at Fort Dix, New Jersey. While at Fort Dix, Jim received the marksmanship trophy and was sent to non-commissioned officers training academy. After he came home he was made the mess sergeant of the Delaware Post. Each summer he spent two weeks with the Guard at camp. On one trip to AP Hill, Virginia, he noticed the nice new stainless steel kitchen of another company as the Delaware unit was moving in. The other company was "partying" because they were leaving the next morning. Jim decided to "trade" kitchens with them since their own was pretty beaten up. Since the other unit was leaving the first thing in the morning, they wouldn't have time to look for theirs. On another trip to Grayling, Michigan, they forgot to check the next day's menus. When they got up in the morning they realized they were to have turkey for dinner. Of course, the turkeys were frozen solid, so they turned the burners as high as they would go, put the turkeys in the boiling water, packages of giblets still frozen, but they were ready on time. Needless to say, whenever Jim cooked at home, there was always enough for an army. In 1969, Jim was named NCO of the year. That same month, his unit was sent to deal with the riots at the Ohio State Pen. I was nine months pregnant at the time. When his six photo: 14 THE SUNBURY NEWS Thursday , July 3, 1969 Name Caudill NCO of Year Non- SSG James Caudill has been na- med Noncommissioned Officer of the Year for the brigade. He is pictured above receiving the citation . The one commendation read "On behalf of all the officers and enlisted men of the 1st Battalion, 166th Infantry, congratulations and commendations upon your selection as the Noncommissioned Officer of the Year. This honor, bestowed upon you by the Selection Committee, recognizes the effort you have ex- tended in your bearing and dress, general military and specific job knowledge, general soldierly de- meanor, military education, leader- ship, knowledge of cur- rent events, and your performance in your current assignment." The second citation read, "It gives me great pleasure to extend my con- gratulations to you, Runner -up NCO of the Year, of the 73rd Infantry Brigade. Your obvious high-level of performance can only be achieved by complete and serious application. Your record therefore not only re- flects great credit on you and this command but also the Ohio Army National Guard." Caudill is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Elwood Caudill south of Galena and he and his wife, Bonnie, are making their home, temporarily with her grandmother, Mrs. Frank Reppart. .49. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b5186112117f1fcb6273b1dae054be5a.jpg 95c4bef188b5a14b7f0c1924e053e205 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (54) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 50 of A Note About My Family years were up in 1970, he decided he had had enough, but he still feels today that every young man should be required to serve a year in the military. Jim and I met in high school -- he was a junior and I was a freshman. At the time I had my eyes on three other guys. It was then that Lolly Searles put a "bug" in Jim's ear photo: Jim Caudill Idle guns can get rusty Sunday, May 20, 2001 The Columbus Dispatch Idle guns can get rusty Even firearms must go through an off season conditioning program to stay in shape. With a little bit of work, Jim Caudill says, gun owners can spare the expense--and the embarrassment-- of having to take their weapons to a blueing shop to be cleaned up. .50. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/97332d8c4c44e742bffc9d950a683aea.jpg 92008178fec912637597b7c40058c981 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (55) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 51 of A Note About My Family during study hall. Next thing I knew he and a group of guys were hanging around my group of girlfriends. He insisted that he knew me from the skating rink in Westerville when I was in junior high, but I didn't remember him. He was from Galena and I was from Sunbury. A few months later he asked me to go to a basketball game and we've been together ever since. He always tells everyone we had to get married -- after 6 1/2 years he had so much money invested in me that he had to marry me. We were married on July 10, 1966 at the Condit Presbyterian Church. There had been a terrible thunderstorm the night before and the church basement flooded. There was no air conditioning and the church was hot and steamy. As I walked down top photo: Thank you note to Jim from Mike Jim: The rifle arrived today as promised. I really do appreciate you making the effort to get it to me in time for my hunt with Shaun. Showing up without a .17 would not go well for me. I'm enclosing your rings and a check to cover your extra work and the postage. Call it a sign of respect for the work you do. I would appreciate it if you would accept it. Good craftsmen are hard to come by, and I have every intention of sending you more work if you'll be kind enough to do it. By the way, enclosing those rings for me to ensure that I could get "up and shooting" was a real class act. Shaun brags on you a lot, and not without reason. Thanks again, Mike bottom photo: Lubricants made specially for guns not always best The Columbus Dispatch, May 20, 2001 with Jim Caudill .51. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e7bdfac1a19ec52119004406ee129482.jpg fa7028029f71eb58f51a901311dbfd0e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (56) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 52 of A Note About My Family the aisle, my glasses fogged over underneath my veil and I couldn't see a thing the whole time. We went to Cape Code for our honeymoon. the first night we stopped in Wooster, Ohio and stayed at the Wooster Inn. I think we were the only two guests in the whole inn and the room had twin beds, so when we moved the beds together you could hear the noise all through the Inn. The next morning we continued our trip. We had to drive through parts of New York City -- we just hadn't planned on driving through Harlem. We crossed the river and were in the left turn only lane. It was about 90 degrees, and, of course, our car was not air conditioned. When we realized where we were, we rolled up the windows and locked the doors. This must have been a common occurrence, because at the next were policemen yelling, "where are you headed, Ohio?" They got us back on the right track. I think I always wanted to go to Cape Code because the song by Patti Page which speaks of "Quaint little villages, sand dunes, and salty air'. Well, salty air was blowing about 40 mph, so you know what that did to the sand dunes. This was the 60's and the hippies had taken over the "quaint little Villages" but they were even more interesting. On our return trip, we took a different route through New York and stayed in the Adirondack Mountains. I guess these few obstacles didn't deter us, because we love to travel whenever we can. Our first home was an apartment at 827 S. James Road in Columbus -- monthly rent $82.50. For an extra $5.00 we could have a window air conditioner, but we decided to forego this big expense. It was an usual group of people living in this building. Upstairs was a man who each Friday would come home, unload the beer from his truck and disappear into his apartment until Monday morning when we would see him leave for work. Across the hall was a divorcee in her 40's who was constantly peeking out her door. Next door was a single woman who thought our name were Bonnie and Clyde. Since we had only one car, a Plymouth barracuda, we needed to live close to the bus line. I was finishing my last year at Capital and each morning I caught the bus for $.25 at Main and James. The bus driver got to know me, and if I got caught by the light, he would wait for me at the corner until the light changed. After graduation I continued to take the bus downtown to Lazarus where I worked. Even though my degree was in education, I had not top right photo: Bonnie and Jim Caudill's Wedding bottom left photo: 827 S. James Road .52. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b2c7e9d36c1bab1e479861bb55da3d0a.jpg 96eeb6eba4c9d48d5f51c7074727abf5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (57) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 53 of A Note About My Family intended to teach . I obtained a position as sales manager and worked under the only female buyer at Lazarus, Dessa Sands. She could hold her own with any of the male buyers. Sometimes she took me with her on her buying trips -- across the street to the Southern Hotel where the New York people came in with their merchandise. I left Lazarus in April 1969, to start a family. Since children were not permitted at the complex on James Road, we had to look for another place. After much looking we decided to build on my grandparent's farm. However, my grandfather had been involved in automobile accident a year earlier and the other couple was suing the estate. While we waited for the suit to be settled, we moved in with my grandmother since my grandfather had died in 1968. After a year, we decide to look for another apartment since we didn't know how long it would be before the suit was settled. We then moved to 1092 McNaughten Road. This was closer to Western Electric on E. Broad Street where Jim worked. While we lived here, I put out a monthly newsletter about the people and activities of Carnaby Village. I also organized quarterly social events for the complex. We met our good friends, the Ratchfords, while living here. In 1972 we started clearing the woods on Perfect Road so we could start our house. Chris was born in 1973 while we were at Carnaby and in May, 1974, we moved into our current home. Soon after we moved I became involved with Pablum to Prom CCL and a bunch of fun gals who enjoyed playing bridge. We watched each other's children grow up, marry, and who now have their own children. While the boys were young, I did substitute teaching at Big Walnut High School. Then when Chris entered high school, I became a part-time teller with the Delaware County Bank. upper left photo: 1092 McNaughten Road middle right photo: 14920 Perfect Road bottom left photo: Bridge Group Sandy Imertreijs, Bonnie, Joyce Cook, Lee Miller, Jaynee Alkire, Val Pederson, Frances Jenkins, Betty Cocklin .53. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/76e9e97a46f80297e6d29fc3371c2fe7.jpg fc27d31a7194e1dec7fa13b5c21e7abe Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (58) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 54 of A Note About My Family Dennis Dennis Wayne Caudill was born July 28, 1969 at the old St. Ann's Hospital in Columbus. He was delivered by Dr. Ray Jennings, Lolly's brother. I wanted a doctor who would go to St. Ann's because at that time it was the only hospital in the area that would allow husbands in any time of the day. - not just during visiting hours. Dennis was named after his father and grandfather. Because he gained so much weight quickly, people thought it would be a long time before he would be able to sit up. Instead, he was sitting up at 4 months. But he never crawled. He went from sitting to walking. The first thing he did with all his toys was turn them upside down to see how they worked. He was also a lefty. When he started to use silverware, he would switch it to the right hand - he would put it down and pick it back up with his left. The first year of his life we lived with Grandma Reppart while we waited for a lawsuit against the farm to be settled so we could build a house on the farm. Since it was taking so long, we moved to Carnaby Village on McNaughten Rd. in Columbus. Here, he learned to swim at the age of 3. We went to Colorado that year. It was July and hot. He ordered hot chocolate, but the waitress informed him it was out of season. His reply, "Well, Damn!" Our home in Sunbury was finally finished and we moved back in 1974. Dennis played little league baseball and took up trumpet in the 5th grade. When he was nine, I saw an ad in the Sunbury News about playing soccer in Westerville. Since he was small, I thought he might enjoy this. He and Doug Paxton were the only ones from Sunbury playing soccer at the time so our families shared the driving. It was from Doug's brother that Dennis learned about model airplanes. While working on a model one day, he severed a tendon in the palm of his hand. It was a nice clean slice that gave upper left photo: Dennis - 1972 middle right photo: Dennis Holding Chris bottom left photo: Dennis and Flint - 1974 .54. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5ac67056f4ca5c8e1bc0b7d984b6e180.jpg 13efc16307e2f59d1fc209109d3b2592 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (59) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 55 of A Note About My Family him no control over his ring finger. After a procedure at Grady didn't work, we took him to a surgeon at Mt. Carmel East. He has use of his finger but it has a slight curvature to it. When Dennis entered the 8th grade, Jim and I began to try to get soccer into the high school. There were always reasons why we couldn't have soccer, but I think the biggest fear was that we would take players away from the football team. Finally, after surveys and much work they agreed to allow it on a "club" basis. We were responsible for all expenses except "away" transportation which was provided by the school. When they honored Jerry Rensi recently (deservedly so) they credited him with bringing soccer into the school; not quite right - we did that after a three year battle. After Dennis graduated from Franklin University in mechanical engineering in 1992, he got a job designing model airplanes for Direct Connection RC. The motors were built in China and they were having a problem with them, so Dennis was sent to China to do some trouble-shooting. Dennis now works as an automation engineer for Anomatic in Newark. Dennis married Cheryl Hidebrand in 1992. Cheryl moved to the Big Walnut area from Columbus in the 9th grade and played on the high school co-ed soccer team. She graduated from OSU and works a graphic market manager for Multi-Plastics in Lewis Center. They live in a house they built on the farm on N. Old 3C. upper right photo: Dennis Caudill bottom left photo: Cheryl Hildebrand and Dennis Caudill's wedding .55. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/14e955f7a8ca0393d80d7f201b817400.jpg 1dd098d0d9f7c322c2da36ba8d9f77d8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (60) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 56 of A Note About My Family The Sunbury News - front page 20th YEAR SUNBURY, OHIO 43074 THURSDAY NOVEMBER 1963 NUMBER 45 Dennis Caudill Flies High After Designing Popular Plane middle photo: Caudill's Design Career Takes Off With First Model .56. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/87377c341aab4e64f42fb1dea9e9a0ac.jpg ab4553e7edd9bc9520590e2ed07620a7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (61) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 57 of A Note About My Family Chris Jason Christopher Caudill was born October 20, 1973 at the new St. Ann's Hospital in Westerville, OH. At this time St. Ann's was the only hospital that allowed fathers into the delivery room. As they were wheeling me to the delivery room, Jim came running up. He said he couldn't find the right size gown. I looked at him and said, "What do you think this is - a fashion show!?! Jason's first home was on Mc Naughten Rd. in Columbus. We were in the process of building our home in Sunbury and moved there when he was just 7 months old. Jason was always very independent. One day when he came home from kindergarten, he had papers that said "Andrew" on them. I told him that he brought someone else's papers home by mistake. He informed me they were his papers. He had changed his name. About a week later, he went back to Jason. Then at the end of the first grading period in first grade, he brought his report card home. "Jason" had been crosses out and "Chris" written above it. I assumed he had changed his name again and ignored it. However, 2 months later, he was still going by "Chris". What a problem when I sent Christmas cards that year! I signed them all "Jim, Bonnie, Dennis, and Chris" and then had to write a brief explanation how Jason was now Chris. In the second grade, Chris' teacher suggested that he should take art lessons because he was very talented. He started lessons with Vera Lott in Central College. His picture of football player, Art Schlichter, was best of show at Westerville Arts Festival one year. In the eighth grade, his eagle design was used for the yearbook cover. Chris came to me one day and said he would like to learn to play on the piano the theme form "Star Wars". So he started lessons with Mrs. Bosher in Sunbury. In the sixth grade, she gave him a book with the Star Wars theme in it. He learned the song, came to me and said he was ready to quit now. No amount of talking could change his mind. The summer before Chris entered 5th grade, the school district was reorganized and he was switched to Souders. I knew he would be apprehensive about this , so I started to talk it up. I told him we go over and go through the school and that he would meet a lot upper right photo: Chris Caudill lower left photo: Dennis and Chris Caudill .57. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9181be31164aa5d8435e5fcf01459250.jpg 0c793c216c569422552fea3dced27f6a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (62) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 58 of A Note About My Family of nice people at Souders. He informed me that , "There aren't nice people at Souders." He adjusted fine and one of his best friends today came from Souders. In high school, Chris ran track and played soccer. He graduated from Franklin University in mechanical engineering and now woks as a mechanical design engineer at Lakeshore Cryotronics in Westerville. He lives with his two cats, Gin and Tonic, in a house he built in 2000 on the farm. Chris had a rather ominous beginning to the year 2003. He had just gone to bed after the Fiesta Bowl on January 3, when he heard a strange noise. He looked out his front window and saw the shadow of a man with a maul over his head pounding his front door. He called 911 and loaded his shotgun. By the time he came out of his bedroom, the 6 foot, 300 pound man was standing in his bedroom hallway with the maul over his head. Chris asked his name and told him to get out of his house. The man left and the police caught him a little later. Two high school friends spent the rest of the weekend with him God bless them!! upper left photo: College Senior Project Stereo Speakers bottom photo: Several locals 'behind the scenes' at Olympics In addition to the hundreds of athletes, coaches, and spectators at the Olympics Games in Atlanta are thousands of other behind-the-scenes folks , including several from this community. Harlem Township resident Steve Carr, his son Michael, and Michael's friend Chris Caudill of Sunbury, used their electrical engineering expertise to set up the French pay-television station, Canal Plus. The trio worked in the International Broadcast Center. Steve Carr, who owns his own business and has traveled throughout the country designing and building television studios, remains in Atlanta working 12-hour shifts providing technical assistance to keep the studio running. The people working in the building have suffered through several bomb threats. Michael and Chris were on hand only for the studio set-up. Steve's wife, Mary Jane Carr, a teacher at Big Walnut High School, visited Atlanta during the Olympic's' first few days. "It's like a huge fair," Mary Jane said, describing the vendors and atmosphere surrounding the athletic games. She said they had no trouble getting around using the public transportation system, and relying on friends to help negotiate the streets. Steve Carr, standing at left, Michael Carr, right and Chris Caudill stand in front of the International Broadcast Center in Atlanta, where they provided technical expertise to the French television station Canal Plus. Steve Carr remains in Atlanta working with that station's broadcasts. .58. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/833208b2376823662330f4b9c238d2a9.jpg de8637d74e381dd130771e9eefdd54d0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (63) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 59 of A Note About My Family Pool The pool has always been center of activity at our house - for family gatherings, soccer parties and bank picnics. At one party, I caught a soccer player ready to jump off our roof into the pool. Then in 2000, our church helped the Files family with their autistic son by working with him until funding became available. His mother, Christine, felt bad because she wished she could spend more one on one time with her daughter, Beth. I suggested that each Tuesday afternoon they come swim while others were working with Sammy. After a few weeks, I thought it would be more fun for Beth if others were involved, so I opened Tuesdays up to what I called "community swim." Ever since then I have had community swim on Tuesdays from 1:00 to 5:00. In 2004 , my great nephew, Willy learned to swim in our pool. Pets My first dog was a black cocker spaniel, Spud, purchased form Bunice Hicks who lived in North Condit. Each day when I got off the bus from school, Spud was waiting for me by my bicycle. When I was in Junior High,Spud developed a tumor. We took him to Dr. Burwell who was going to operate the next morning. When the phone rang to go pick him up, it was Dr. Burwell saying that he had died before he was able to do anything. Jim's family had beagles. He, his dad, and his brother like to hunt, so they always had a beagle. When Jim and I married, we went to the pound and brought home Mitzy, a mutt. We had her for several years. Guy , a stray, came next but he was hit by a car. One day we came home and there was a white spitz sitting on our porch. He acted real happy to see us like we were long-lost buddies. We assumed he had run away from a neighbor, Dr. Preston, who boarded dogs for the animal shelter. We took him back but Dr. Preston said it wasn't one of hers. Yea, Right! We named him Foxy. One day I happened to say "What are you supposed to do?" and he sat up. So someone had taught him tricks. When Foxy died, we bought an American Eskimo, Bear. He was a great dog and lived to be 14. One done day he was riding in the truck with Jim. The window was down about halfway. Bear saw a squirrel and jumped through the window while the truck was going about 50 MPH. When Jim looked in the rearview mirror, Bear wasn't moving. He came to and Jim rushed him to the hospital. His leg was broken in three places. They put rods on the bones and wrapped them with stainless steel coil. When he healed, you couldn't even tell he had broken his leg. He became an expensive dog. It seemed we always had cats. That upper left photo: swimming pool lower right photo: Jim and Bear .59. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0c9b030e1a930b030e4841c6032c136f.jpg cd437ce848e57c677e5fd759cbbcbdb9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (64) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 60 of A Note About My Family goes with living in the country. One day Dennis, started to pet one while it was sleeping and frightened it. The cat jumped on his head and I heard him yell for help, he was methodically pulling out each claw. It was the weekend and I called Dr. Livingston. He said to bring him in, but he didn't have a nurse-would the blood bother me? I said no. Dennis had to have several stitches. The stitches didn't bother me but I about passed out when he gave him the numbing shot. Another time we came home and there was a cat on our porch. I asked Jim to please take her to the barn in the morning- we didn't need any more cats. The next morning he couldn't find her. A few days later we could hear her crying in the attic. She had gone there and had her kittens. (You can get into our attic through the garage). That was in 1998. Mommy kitty has been with us ever since. Recipes I hate to cook! It's not that I can't cook. As a matter of fact, people ask me for my recipes all the time. It's just that I figure why spend all that time and energy when it's going to be gone in ten minutes! At a funeral dinner one time at the church, a man asked Lolly Searles who made the German chocolate pie. When she pointed to me, he put his arm around me and asked, "Are you married?" My Grandmother Reppart was a wonderful cook. A couple of recipes are still used every year at the Condit smorgasbord. Of course, the problem is there is no recipe, and no matter what I do today, my baked chicken will never taste like hers because she always used real butter and dipped the cream right off the top of the tank in the milking parlor. I've decided to include some of the most popular recipes I have which brings me to another thing--if I like them, they must be easy! Grandma Reppart's Baked Chicken (serves 4) 4 chicken breasts (or legs, thighs, etc., to equal that) 1/2 loaf of bread, in cubes 3 x broth to 1 x milk Salt, pepper, and butter bread crumbs, toast in oven Boil chicken, take off bone, save broth. Place in casserole--layer of chicken, bread crumbs, etc. until used up. Put butter over the top. In pan on low heat, mix broth, flour, and milk (don't ask how much-- I don't know, it's called trial and error) Pour over the chicken and bread. Bake at 350 degree for maybe 30 to 45 minutes? photo: Mama Kitty and Kittens .60. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a758b0c9c6cdcb79b3f54557c686fc8b.jpg a0204a55111c0855d4ea5141da431d80 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (65) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 61 of A Note About My Family My Mom's Sweet Potato Delight 3 c. Mashed sweet potatoes 1c. white sugar 1/3 c. melted butter 2 beaten eggs 1 t. vanilla 1/2 c. milk Mix together, put in greased 8 X 12 dish. Topping: 1 c. brown sugar 1/3 c. flour 1/3 c. butter 1/2 c. coconut 1 c. nuts Blend together until like coarse crumbs Sprinkle topping on potato mixture and bake one-half hour at 350 degrees. German Chocolate Pie 1 pkg. (4 oz.) German sweet chocolate 1/4 c. butter 1 can (13 oz.) evaporated milk 1 1/2 c. sugar 3 T. cornstarch 1/8 t. salt 2 eggs 1 t. vanilla 1 unbaked pie shell 1/2 c. coconut 1/2 c. chopped pecans Melt chocolate and butter over low heat, stirring. Remove from heat, blend in milk. Mix sugar cornstarch and salt together. Beat in eggs and vanilla. Blend in chocolate mixture. Pour into pie shell. Combine nuts and coconut and sprinkle over. Bake at 350 degrees for 60 minutes. Last 20 minutes cover with foil to prevent over browning. Caramel-Chocolate Squares (my kids' favorite) 14 oz. pkg. of light caramels 1/3 c. evaporated milk 1 pkg. German chocolate cake mix 3/4 c. melted butter 1/3 c. evaporated milk 1 c. nuts 1 c. semi-sweet chocolate pieces In heavy saucepan, combine caramels and 1/3 c. milk. Cook over low heat, stirring until melted. Set aside, grease and flour 9 x 13 pan. In large bowl combine cake mix, butter and second 1/3 c. milk and nuts. Stir until it holds together. Pour half of dough into pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 6 minutes. Sprinkle chocolate pieces over caramel mixture and chocolate pieces. Crumble rest of dough over. Bake for 15-18 minutes. Cut when cooled. .61. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a1f6f6fd8b8aaa09032f3344c6869c77.jpg 6312141cc92244e1c5ef5f583a185d9a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (66) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 62 of A Note About My Family Wedding Mishaps If I've learned anything from playing for weddings the past 20 years, it's to always bring extra music, because you never know what might happen, and don't be surprised by what you might be asked to play. One couple who were avid O. S. U. fans requested "Buckeye Battle Cry" for their recessional. Somehow the organ just didn't do this song justice. The following are just a few of my memorable wedding moments. 1. Being asked to play the organ for a wedding and when I went to the rehearsal the night before, I found out there was no organ. The couple had never been in the church--they just thought it was pretty. 2. Playing for an outdoor wedding. I didn't think about the light breeze playing havoc with my music. It took two people to hold it down. 3. During one rehearsal, the minister and the bride kept arguing with each other on how things should be done. 4. There always reasons why weddings don't start on time--flower girl forgets her dress, best man gets stuck in traffic -- the list is endless. But does anyone think about the organist? I had to came up with 25 minutes of extra music once while we waited. 5. Then there were always the weddings with soloists. You're never sure how much music they really know. One soloist I worked with had a decent voice but knew nothing about music and had never sung in public. I asked what key she sang the song in and she had no clue what I was talking about. So I started playing. After a couple of lines, I could see the song was too high. However, she couldn't go very low either. We spent the next 3 hours -- yes, I said "3 hours" --rewriting notes so she could sing this one song. On the day of the wedding, she got up, I played the intro -- she sang one line, turned to me and said, "I can' do this," and sat down. Another soloist I worked with had a beautiful voice. She decided she would rather accompany herself, and, unbeknowst to the the bride, would do eight pieces. I figured I wouldn't have much to play, but took a couple of extra pieces as I usually do. When I arrived, she bounced up to me and announced, "I've changed my mind -- I'm only doing two songs before- - you'll have to fill in the rest. 6. Sometimes you wonder who actually selects the songs for the wedding. At one wedding the bride informed me she wanted one song for the bridesmaids to come down the aisle to, and another one for her. We rehearsed the night before with the two songs. It only took only tow lines of music for the bride to get down the aisle, so since I limited on space, I turned the second page of my music under. That still left me four lines of music. I started the music for the bridesmaids and they all came down. Then I started the music for the bride -- no bride. Everyone was starting to look around wondering what's happened. I can't flip the music, so I have to start all over again -- and again -- and again. Finally as someone goes to see what's going on, she comes in. She didn't recognize the music and didn't realize it was for her until she looked in and saw everyone standing. 7. Finally there was the wedding I was told would start at 5 P.M. I started playing at 4:30. At 4:50 the assistant came up to ask how things were going. I said fine, but I hadn't seen the minister yet, and I was getting worried because I only had a couple of songs to go. She asked if I thought the wedding started at 5:00 -- to which I replied "yes". Oh, no, it starts at 5:30 -- the music starts at 5:00. The invitation had also read 5:00, so many guests were there at 4:30 to hear music. I got up, walked out, came back at 5:00 and started all over again. Now, when they tell me the time, I always ask if that's when the music is to start or when the ceremony starts. .62. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6e4ff08bdf0b6d27193681462c41db1d.jpg 95b89f3c8d7649d9e1b6a8ed13e58de7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (67) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 63 of A Note About My Family Florida In the 70's my parents purchased a truck camper. They enjoyed camping with a group of friends and often took Dennis and Chris with them. They upgraded to a small camper and started going to Florida - first to Apollo Beach and then later Bradenton where they eventually stayed. When the kids were on spring break, we took advantage of their place. The park had everything - a pool, miniature golf, basketball, and tennis courts and a creek complete with alligator. Jim and I both love the water and sunshine and enjoy staying on the west coast of Florida. But one day we decided to travel to the east coast and see how the other half lived. We decided on Ft Lauderdale. The first two motels were - how should I say - gay couple friendly only. You should have seen the look on Jim's face when he came out of them. I wish I had had the camera ready. The 3rd place we tried asked Jim if the room was for a man and woman or two men. When he replied - man and woman - they replied, "Oh good!" Well the room looked fine. The next morning I was sitting on the bed with pillow across my legs. As I looked down, I could see little black things moving across my pillow. I yelled at Jim and he said he had thought he felt things crawling on him during the night. We immediately put all our clothes in a separate plastic bag and left our pillow there. All the way back to the west coast, we kept checking each other for bugs. Alaska Jim and I like to travel. We try to avoid tourist attractions and gift shops that carry items that say "made in China". We hope to visit all 50 states and all the Canadian provinces before we die. We enjoy traveling by car and don't like to travel with groups or make reservations ahead. In 1999 we drove to Alaska - 10,559 miles. Besides clothes, we had bottled water, extra gas, flares, Jim's tool box, and a tire patch kit. We left mid-August and stopped to visit a niece and her family in Nebraska and a nephew and his family in Idaho. As we entered Seattle on Friday afternoon (not a good time to do that), I heard a funny noise coming from the trunk. We were then going so slowly due to the traffic, that I didn't hear the noise anymore. We went up the Space Needle that evening and could see Mt. Rainier. When we left in the morning, I could hear the noise again. Jim decided it was the brake pads. We thought we'd better change them before we started into the mountains. Jim pulled into an auto parts store and bought brake pads and a C-clamp. The salesman asked him what he was going to do (noticing we were from Ohio). Jim informed him that he was going to pull into the Sears parking lot and change the pads. They couldn't believe it, but he did, and an hour later we were on our way. Two day later, after spectacular scenery and a lot of wildlife, we arrived in Skagway, Alaska, the birthplace of the gold rush. This town had a real Alaska feel and so much to see that we stayed longer than we had planned - an advantage when you're on your own. After leaving Skagway, Jim remembered that we had not brought an air compressor with us. We finally went through a town that was big enough to have a store that sold photo: Our Florida Home .63. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3e569b55732684c3b5145f2afccdf321.jpg 9e8f2936316e71340a82026863e7b954 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (68) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 64 of A Note About My Family compressors. Someone was watching over us - after eating that evening we went out to the truck to go to our motel and our tire was completely flat. Jim used the compressor and then plugged the tire (for the first time.) On our way to Anchorage we went through Palmer, where the Alaska State Fair was starting the next day. However, one look at Anchorage and we turned around and returned to Palmer. Anchorage was too much like Columbus. Palmer is the farming area of Alaska. We saw fruits and vegetables that looked like they had a thyroid problem. On our way to Fairbanks, we drove by Denali- too many tour buses for us - and we were seeing all kinds of wildlife right along the road. Fairbanks was another great area. We went to the Malemute Saloon for a wonderful show where they did the poetry and music of Robert Service. I recommend it for a lot of fun. There was much to do in this area. Our next destination was Chicken - a must see! The road to Chicken was not quite two lanes wide, gravel, and filled with potholes - and of course, no guard rails. And, of course, it had rained all day. Nevertheless we arrived in town which consisted of a saloon, liquor store, cafe, emporium, and outside facilities only. The town ran on generators. And by now, we had another plug in our tire. Across the Top of the World Highway and across the Yukon River on a ferry into Dawson City in the Yukon. This town has no paved streets and remember - it had rained all day. This town was right out of the picture books. Then things got real interesting - drive 50 miles, put air in the tire, then plug it - drive 50 more miles, more air and another plug. By the time we arrived in Prince George, we had 12 plugs in the tire. We stopped at a tire dealer and everyone laughed. They had never seen so many plugs in a tire before. And, of course, a trip to Alaska wouldn't be complete without a bathroom story. We had driven for miles with no facilities in sight. I told Jim that the next good spot he found, he had to to stop. So, at a pull off with some pine trees, he stopped. He told me to go down over the hill in case someone else stopped. But the hill was not a gradual slope - it dropped off about 3 feet. He told me to go lower - another drop off. As I squatted down - someone top right photo: Malemute Saloon middle left photo: Chicken Alaska .64. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a780b6c633ae4161afe8574d2aa8ee11.jpg 267a8310423bb373d18d84bba24d1b69 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (69) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 65 of A Note About My Family came in. Jim told me to stay down and he put the hood up like he was checking something. Of course, the man in the other vehicle came over to see if he needed any help. Knowing Jim I was afraid that he would engage in small talk for some time. But the man soon left and Jim told me it was OK to get up. Now, you know how your legs feel after you've been stooping down for some time. Then I had the problem of getting back up those ledges with nothing to hang onto. I finally made it and we continued through Canadian Rockies (beautiful), past the Mall of America (after stopping of course ) and back home. We were gone a month having enjoyed unbelievable scenery, meeting several interesting people, consuming wonderful food and sure that we're going back. upper right photo: Jim changing tire bottom photo: Alaskan scenery .65. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4fc2550d3dfbc2dee987decac9a2585b.jpg 4de7790a7a276f8e9b2bfbcbbee3618a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (70) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 66 of A Note About My Family Miracles A Guardian Angel -- God is not done with me yet -- or just plain luck? In September, 1985, I was sitting in my van reading a magazine as I waited for the soccer bus to leave the high school. On the bus were Jim, who coached the varsity at the time, and Dennis, who was playing. They were running a little late and the next time I looked up the bus was pulling out. Seat belts were were not mandatory at the time, so I didn't take time to buckle up. As I caught up with them, Charlie Mill pulled out behind me. He had never seen a soccer game and wanted to follow us to Westerville North for the scrimmage. Just south of Big Walnut Road, a driver heading north fell asleep and went left of center. He hit the front left fender of the bus and then the left rear wheel of the the bus traveled over the car's hood. This formed a nice ramp-like effect for my van to climb. I went up in the air, flipped over and landed upside down between two trees. The car then hit Charlie who was behind me. As soon as the bus was hit, Jim ran to the back to see what happened to me, but by then, I had gone over the embankment. He yelled for Marsha Jones to stop the bus, but she had no brakes. Meanwhile, I was crawling on my hands and knees on the ceiling of the van. I had visions of my van bursting into flames -- too many movies, I guess, I was trying to get out but the front passenger door was jammed. I couldn't even get to the driver door. The roof was smashed down into the driver's seat. Thank goodness I hadn't put my seat belt on. On my trek to the rear door, I noticed the ceiling light was on. In my crazy mind all I could think of was "Oh boy! Jim is going to kill me now- - I'm going to run the battery down." I climbed up the embankment at the same time Jim was running back to me. The trans am had wiped out a school bus, totalled our van (which was less than one year old) and Charlie's car and no one was hurt (I broke a fingernail). The trans am had expired tags and the driver had an expired license and no insurance. In order for my insurance company to recoup their loss, I had to testify at a hearing before Ben Espy. When I asked if I would receive a copy of his decision, he was surprised. He said no one had ever asked him that before. However, a few weeks later I received his report saying the driver had filed for bankruptcy so all he could do was revoke his license for two years. Ever since the blizzard of 1978 we have supplemented our electric heat with wood. So, over the years. Jim has cut down many trees for our wood supply. On December 20, 2000, there were several inches of snow on the ground and temperatures had been in the teens all week. I had gone to the church to practice and, unbeknownst to me, Jim had gone out behind the house to cut a tree down. I had been at the church a couple of hours when I heard pounding on the back door. When I went to the door, Jim was standing there with a roll of paper towels held to his head. He said he thought maybe he should go to the emergency room. I asked him what happened and he said he didn't know. At first I tried to clean up the blood then I realized there was too much and told him we better go to the hospital. He informed me that he had to take the dog home first. I said the dog could stay in the truck at the church but he insisted we take the dog home first. So he drove the truck back home with me following. When we got home, he then informed me that he had to change clothes. While I waited, I began to notice blood all over the walls, all over the bathroom allover the kitchen--well, you get the picture. I couldn't figure out what was taking so long photo: wrecked truck .66. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8187c54e7d23089caecb540c408e1968.jpg 46e495902b02bbf87e617838460f029c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (71) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 67 of A Note About My Family and then I realized he had gone to the basement to load the stove. When we arrived at the hospital, he walked in on his own still clutching the paper towels to his head. Once inside he finally began to thaw out. Then he stared to turn black and blue and swell up. By evening he had been admitted with a concussion, 38 stitches and bleeding in his head. Later that night Dennis followed the blood trail through the woods to try to figure out what happened. The 50 foot tree he had been cutting was cracked halfway up. As the bottom went away from him, the top came back and hit him in the head knocking him unconscious. According to Dennis, there was blood and skin on the tree, and the ground was soaked with frozen blood. His trail showed he had just missed the pool when he walked back to the house and there was blood on the sliding door where he tried to get in. He then walked around to the front which was also locked. He remembered he had an extra key in his truck, and in all this, he remembered to bring his chain saw back with him. He was able to come back home Friday after bleeding had stopped with no driving as his only restriction. Of course, Sunday was Christmas Eve, so I had to play Sunday morning and evening. Saturday morning he wanted me to take him to Northland so he could do his Christmas shopping, I told him he could do that after Christmas. After some back and forth discourse (that would be the polite term) he informed me that if I didn't take him, he would drive himself on Sunday morning while I was at church. Needless to say, we went shopping on Saturday. He turned many heads since he was black and blue from his head to his waist and 38 stitches don't disappear over night. One clerk asked what had happened and before he could answer, I told her that's what happens when you tell your wife you are not getting her anything for Christmas! Think about it--neither of us should be here --guardian angel?--does God have something in mind for us? --or were we just plain lucky?! Deaths In the early morning hours of June 5, 1988, I awoke to sirens. Soon after, the phone rang. It was Dad saying that Mom had a heart attack and they were rushing her to St. Ann's Hospital in Westerville. Mom was hardly ever sick but she did take medication for high blood pressure. I met Dad at St. Ann's where I saw my mom alive for the last time. They transferred her to Mt. Carmel at 3:00 AM where they had more sophisticated equipment. Her x-rays showed a 98 % blockage of her main artery, but Mom wanted nothing done. Her younger brother's by-pass had not been very successful. We all went home and tried to sleep,. About 8:00 AM I received a call to get back to the hospital, but I already knew in my heart that she was gone. She was buried on her and Dad's 44th anniversary. As we sat at the funeral home prior to the service, a group of people started laughing. Dad leaned over to me and whispered, "Now, this is a funeral your Mom would've liked." 1 1/2 years later Dad married Virginia Nelms on November 25, 1989. She lived in Harrisville and they had gone to school together. Dad moved to Harrisville since her dad and mother were still living. Her mother was in a nursing home nearby and her dad, at age 96, lived in the house next door. He was able to make a trip to Sunbury to see Dad's farm before he died. A few years later, Dad started having problems which the doctors could not pinpoint. Then in April, 1996 while he was was in Florida, Dad died of a subdural hematoma. Our emergency trip to Florida was the "trip from hell". It was a beautiful day in Columbus but there was severe weather elsewhere and they were diverting all planes to Columbus. When we arrived at the airport at 3:00 PM, it was wall to wall people. As a result, we were .67. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/250246e9a19c94dd870770276b9c21b5.jpg ee352baec97e4e049188b9881dd17a5e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (72) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 68 of A Note About My Family not able to take our 5:00 PM Flight. When we finally got out of Columbus at 7:30, we had to go to Detroit to change planes. They were backed up because of the weather, and we had to circle until a place became available to land. Of course, then we missed our connecting flight. We were put on stand-by. By 10:30 only limited flights were going to Florida and none were going where we needed to go. We had a choice of Ft. Myers - 2 hours away - or Ft. Lauderdale on the opposite coast. Jim sweet-talked the airline workers and got us on an 11:30 flight (first class) to Ft Myers. After we got in the air, we realized we had no transportation waiting at Ft. Myers since we were originally landing in Sarasota. He called the rental company and they said they closed at midnight. He begged and pleaded with them to wait until we landed at 1:30 AM. They said they had nothing left. Jim told them we'd even take a camel. Well, they just happened to have a huge van left. Jim told them we would take it. When we arrived they were all leaning on the counters, drinking coffee and trying to stay awake. They did laugh when we came in at 2:00 AM. Now we're in this huge van, trying to figure where the inside lights are so we can see to put the seats up. Jim never could get his seat moved forward so he had to drive standing up and we still had a two hour drive ahead of us. Then I suddenly realized that they close the gates of Dad's park at 9:00 PM and we don't have a gate opener with us. Originally, someone was going to pick us up at the Sarasota airport. When we finally got to Bradenton at 4:00 AM, Jim decided the only thing we could do was climb the fence but, just as we arrived, someone was pulling in ahead of us, so we trailed them in. The trip took almost 14 hours by plane. We could have driven faster! 9-11 On September 11, 2001, everyone's world changed. I am writing this on October 11, 2001 - exactly one month after the collapse of the World Trade Towers in New York City. It seems like only yesterday, and yet, September 10th seems like a lifetime ago. On September 10th, I hosted CCL at my house. I had made patriotic bookmarks for everyone in preparation for a talk I was going to give on patriotism In November. I had also asked each member to think about which freedom is the most important to her - an exercise merely to make each realize how much we take for granted. To me patriotism is as necessary for the survival of the country as love is to the survival of the family. Less than 12 hours later I was watching planes crash into the World Trade Center. Unbelief and anger were my first reactions. The reaction of my two sons were an interesting contrast. Dennis called immediately from work. He wanted a minute by minute description of what was photo: Pablum to Prom CCL Front: Beth Clark, Me, Carol Elliot Next: Anna Marie Beach, Joan Hunter, Mary Lou Mackley, Nancy Houser Back: Joyce Seitz, Erlene Girherd, Alison Webber, Donna Orders, Kathy Finck, Joyce Stockwell, Linda Kahler, Marsha Garee and Sherry Buel .68. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1d01633a4c42e8bb6adb4c56600fc5a6.jpg 666a466e675bc223ca52088dcab53e56 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (73) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 69 of A Note About My Family unfolding. An hour later he called back for an update. It was while I was talking to him that the first tower collapsed. By 11:00 A.M. I had not heard from Chris, so I decided to call him. His response was, "yes," he had heard and that we shouldn't be tying up the phone lines. Now a month later, my anger has not subsided - and I've yet to feel fear. After being glued to the TV for two days, I finally forced myself to go back to my normal routines, Would I be afraid to fly? Well, heck, I was afraid to fly before September 11th, so things haven't changed for me. Another month has passed - a month full of Anthrax scares now. But I'm still not afraid. It's not that I think it won't happen to me - it's just that I feel I need to continue to be informed, think smart, and live each day as best I can. Beyond that I have no control. Instead of fearing terrorism, I will look back on the heroism - all the common, ordinary people who did so much and in some cases lost their lives. Panic is not a part of my personality and I don't intend to start now. Christmas Memories My first few Christmas's were spent in a big old farmhouse on N. Old 3C. My grandparents, aunt and uncle, Mom, Dad, and I all lived there together. One of the rooms in the house was called the "piano room" for obvious reasons. I received a lot of attention with all these adults, but when I stopped to think about what I remember most, it was not what Santa brought or any gifts that I received, but the piano room. After every Christmas dinner we all went to the piano room where grandma sat down to play and the rest of us gathered around to sing all the carols - and I do mean all! As the years went by, my aunt and uncle moved into their own home and my family moved into ours. After I entered elementary school, I had my 1st real lesson on what Christmas means. We were suppose to take to school a toy that could be given to the Children's Home in Delaware. My mom sent me upstairs to choose something and I was back in 10 seconds. She asked if this was a toy I liked. I replied, "no." She then asked why any child at the Children's Home would want it if didn't want it and sent me back upstairs to find something that I did like. As I sat in the middle of my room, I knew exactly what I should take- a book that was a favorite of mine. But I didn't want to part with my book. Through tears, I finally took the book downstairs. Mom again asked if this was something I liked. Still crying, I replied, "Yes." She said, "Then that's what you should take for the Children's Home! Now I'd like to tell you that there's a happy ending to this story - but actually it took me sitting down to write this over 50 years later to understand what she was saying. My mother loved Christmas - every room downstairs was always decorated - dad made a star out of wire and covered it with blue lights to put on top of the house. Mom always had a contest with our neighbor, Gladys Townley, to see who could get her tree up first - there were rides in a one horse open sleigh owned by another neighbor, the Hollis' - singing carols (with me playing now) - Jim's and my 1st Christmas together when we couldn't afford photo of Chris and Dennis - 1975 .69. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0017c000472a8a02ae617ca97de6b667.jpg 2a00bfc56d7b68d496129df709fbaffe Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (74) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 70 of A Note About My Family tree decorations, so I made them out of tin can lids - Dennis' 3rd Christmas when I asked him what he thought of his train and he told me," That's one hell of an engine!" - and of course, Christmas Eve services with Sue Overturf singing, "O Holy Night." It was my mom who first asked Sue to do this and it has become a Condit tradition ever since. Then one day in 1988, my mom died suddenly. I realized there would be no decorations, no star on top of the house and no special gift to open. Even though I knew dad would give me money, it wasn't the same as opening a surprise. I decorated our house but I couldn't bring myself to get a tree. Usually I'm nagging Jim to go get our tree, but I hadn't said anything that year. Finally he came to me and asked when we were going to get our tree. I told him I wasn't getting one - he said we had to get one - it wasn't fair to the boys. I told him he could go get it then - I wasn't going to. With that, he picked me up bodily, yelled at the boys to get their coats - grabbed my coat and plunked me in the car. As we passed my parents' home, the star with the blue lights was on top and underneath the tree from dad that year was a package containing a sweater which I still wear today. Five days before Christmas in 2000, Jim went out in our woods to cut down a a tree. The top half of the tree landed on him and he ended up in the hospital with a concussion and 38 stitches. On Christmas Eve, I realized that it would be the first time that part of my family wouldn't be there. Dennis and Cheryl were else where, Chris had just moved into his own home and Jim had just come home from the hospital. So as I went out to play the prelude, I had a lonely feeling about me. After the 1st hymn, I looked out to see who was there. As I looked at the very last row, there was Chris sitting all by himself. Music and family - that's what my memories are made of - and for me, it doesn't get any better than that! top right photo: My sweater bottom photo: My Family .70. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/799ed7232f7df6949d051a38386653e8.jpg a002c3c3867bb37b961e7bbb841e2ab5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (75) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 71 of A Note About My Family The Caudill Family Records show that our descendants of the CAUDILL family come from Wilkes County, North Carolina. They settled in Letcher and Maggoffin Co., Ky. Our earliest record is of Abel and Mary (Crace) Caudill. They donated land (a part of their farm) for the Paint Church on State Road Fork near Salyersville, Kentucky. It is the old "Regular Baptist" faith. As of 1983 a picture of Abel and Mary hangs on the wall of the church. The first minutes of this church were recorded in July 1865. Abel's father and mother were Matthew and Sarah Younts Caudill. Abel was born 1831 - died 1898. His wife Mary (Crace) Caudill, daughter of Nehemiah Crace was born in 1830 - died 1913. In an old Bible of Abel's, given to his son Samuel, it states: Mary and Abel had eleven (11) children: Samuel M., Peter, Henry J., Abel H., Pleasant, Sarah, Melba, Mary Ann, Cecelia, Rhoda, and Matthew. We know very little of these except Samuel, Abel and Peter. Sammy, Abel and Peter's son Russell, sometime after marriage moved from Maggoffin Co. to Greenup, Ky. on Culp Creek around 1904. Samuel had married Mary Jane Whitt, daughter of Henry and Mathildy (Dickerson) Whitt, from Weis, Va. Russel, Peter's son, settled on Cain Creek in Greenup County. Later Abel moved to Pine Creek, Ohio, near Ironton, Ohio. It seems Peter stayed on the old home place in Maggoffin. Samuel, born July 17, 1848 - died Dec. 27, 1923, and is buried in the Old-field cemetery in Greenup county. Mary Jane (Whitt) Caudill, born March 8, 1847 - died 19? is buried beside Sammy. They had 13 children: Thomas Jefferson (Maynard) Caudill, John Henry, Laura, Mitty Ellen, William, Alonzo, Elizabeth, Archie Preston, Polly, Benjamine Franklin, George Washington, Walter Clay, Abel Hamilton and Samuel Madison. V. William Alonzo Caudill, (Lon) - born May 17, 1882, died May 16, 1943. He married Hattie Roark, born 1886 - died March 5, 1963. A daughter of Wesley and Jennie Cook Roark. They both are buried at the Bethel Cemetery at Beaver (Jackson Co.) Ohio. They had 12 children: Lon's children were (A) Beulah, (B) Elmer, (C) Alpha, (D) Terry, (E) Elwood, (F) Aaron, (G) Delbert, (H) Kelley, (I) Eva, (K) Bessie, and (L) John Benjamin Caudill. (A) Beulah - born March 28, 1905, and married Joe Hamilton - August 31, 1922. Joe was born May 30, 1899 - died May 24, 1981. He was the son of Wilbur Lee & Mary Hall Hamilton. They had (7) children. (1) Lonnie Lee Hamilton, born June 2, 1923. Married Nov. 18, 1947, to Mabel middle right photo: Elwood's Grandparents bottom right photo : Hattie Caudill Elwood's Mother .71. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c5d19e027075dd97465a765b24e8e512.jpg 73aaf99563ba7455cfad7961a9ccd246 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (76) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 72 of A Note About My Family Conley Hamilton - born October 13, 1923. Their children are: Linda Kay Hamilton (Lewis) born Feb. 10,1949. Married 11/16/68 to Richard Dean Lewis - born 8/8/45 and have 2 children. Russell D. Lewis - born 1/10/71 and Dustin R. Lewis born 9/24/80. Danny Lee Hamilton (Lonnie's son) born 6/21/52 married on 12/19/22 to Donna Short Hamilton - born 1/22/53 - No Children. (2) Alberta Hamilton Clark - born 8/28/24 - married 3/19/46 to Willard Clark - born 12/23/20 - died Dec. 1973. They had one daughter, Bonita Ruth Clark, born 12/12/47, married Jan. 18, 1969 , to Ronald Lee Adams - born 10/15/45/ and they have Mary Ruth - born 7/23/70 and Amy Leigh - born 4/9/73. (3) Leonard Earl Hamilton, (Bob) - born 10/23/26. Bob drowned 4/19/65. He married on 3/28/47 to Lucy D. Savage born 1/4/25/ They had: Robert Joseph and Deloris Mae Hamilton. Robert Joseph - born 2/19/57 married on June 24, 1980, to Kathy Ann Fields - born 6/58, and Deloris Mae - born 1/12/59 - married Timothy R. Martin, born 1/24/56. These two have a son Timothy R. Martin - born 3/19/81. (4) Ruth Hamilton (Tipton), born 10/16/28, married Clifford R. Tipton - born 2/3/26. They were married 8/8/47. They have (3) children: (1) Sharon Sue Tipton - born 6/31/50 - married on 4/23/71 to Robert A. Burton - 5/52 and have one son - Robert A Burton, Jr. born 3/21/72. (2) Marcella Jay Tipton - born 10/9/53 - married on 7/7/79 - Evan Mark Crawford - born 8/16/47. (3) Clifford Raymond Tipton Jr. - born 2/4/56 - married on 11/26/76 - Ruth Skeens - born 1/29/57. They have Joseph David - born 11/2/79 and Adam Ray Tipton born 3/4/84. (5) Jerrell Hamilton, born 6/14/33. Married on 10/21/55 to Lois Dean (Neeley) Hamilton - born 11/6/33. They had (1) Mark Alan Hamilton - born 9/18/58 married on 9/10/83 to Jennifer D. Weyer - born 7/14/60 and (2) Melissa Carol Hamilton - born 12/25/67. (6) Ruie Marie Hamilton (Marsee), born 2/21/36 - married on 6/13/54 to William W. Marsee - born 5/5/35. They had 3 children: (1) Ramona Jane Marsee (Wyer) born 8/20/55, married on 10/16/76 to Gregory Wyer - born 5/24/56. Their daughter Michelle Lynn was born 6/24/80. (2) Douglas Patrick Marsee, born 11/26/57, married on 6/23/79 to Debbie Porter born 12/18/53. (3) Victora Lynn Marsee (Adams), born 9/2/58, married 9/16/78 to Ralph Adams, born 9/8/55. They have (2) children: Phillip Ryan Adams, born 11/20/79 and Nathan Lee Adams, born 5/9/82. (7) Hazel Maxine Hamilton (Smith), born 5/24/40, married on 12/31/59 to Jasper Alonzo Smith, born 7/30/37 and they have 2 children: Netha Marie Smith, born 6/30/64 and Shari Ann Smith, born 8/19/68. These above are the descendants of Beulah (Caudill) and Joe Hamilton. Now the other children of Lon Caudill's are (B) Elmer Caudill, married Virgie Pennington from Raceland , Ky. (C) Alpha Caudill, born June 21, 1908, married Ezekiel Conley at Wurtland, Ky. had .72. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fbf216fe40d570c9ab765ec701876072.jpg 352443031fad27283aff1dac0cc2d32f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (77) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 73 of A Note About My Family one daughter, Lillian Conley Runyon. Then she married Harry Moore, at age 61. She died at Pickerington, Ohio in an auto accident. (D) Terry Caudill, married Virginia Young. they had 3 children. (E) Elwood Caudill, born March 19, 1913, married Hazel Ervine, born January 19, 1917, on May 16, 1934. Their children are (1) Betty Maxine, born December 23, 1934. Her twin died shortly after birth. She married Richard Strouth and later divorced. Betty's children are as follows: a. Richard Strouth (6-18-55) married Cheryl Colopy (2-3-54) on June 16, 1979. Their children are Megan (7-31-80), Brent (5-2-83) and Joseph (6-12-86) b. Constance (5-26-56) married Dan Rogers. They had a son, Chancy (12-18-84). She divorced Dan and married Steve Ripp (12-1-54). They had two children: David (11-16-89) and Catherine (2-10-93) c. Jeffrey (5-25-59); died (6-27-92) never married d. Elizabeth (5-30-62) married Philip Bryant (11-4-63) in June 1998. Their children are William Jeffery (3-26-99) and Emily Paige (10-24-2001). 3. Susan (9-1-66), died (1-6-89) - never married f. James Elwood (10-13-69) (2) Elwood, Jr., born July 13, 1942 married Donna Link (October 4, 1944) on June 13. 1965. Their Children are: a. Kevin (4-7-70) married Camille King (11-5-69) on October 17, 1998. Her children by a previous marriage are Samantha (3-7-89) and Codi (11-23-93).They had Sierra (8-13-2000). b. Kathleen (9-21-71) married Christopher Davies (9-27-63) on September 6, 1998. Their children are Adam (3-22-99) and Colin (12-19-2003). (3) James Dennis, born July 2, 1943, married Bonita Reppart (June 17, 1945) on July 10, 1966. Their children are: a. Dennis Wayne (7-28-69) married Cheryl Hildebrand (4-10-71) on April 18, 1992. F. Aaron Caudill married Hazel Huff. They had 3 children G. Delbert Caudill H. Kelly Caudill Mary Emma Kerns. They had 2 children I. Eva Caudill J. Ellis Caudill married Joann. They 4 children - Pam, Beth, Greg, and Doug K. Bessie Caudill married John Devol. They had 1 daughter, Diann, who married Lloyd Helber. L. John Benjamin Caudill - died as a baby Evine Family Benjamin Ervine was born in Ireland in 1750. His son was Leonard who married a Moore. Their son James Milton Ervine photo: Lula (Sprouse) Ervine Hazel's Mother .73. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9eb6addc4e1aecf859c1a5822ff0858b.jpg 4dac527aa36868dd8ca72105f781040f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (78) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 74 of A Note About My Family married Cathera McCarty. One of their children was Noah Milton who married Lula Sprouse. Lula's parents were Richard Sprouse and Matilda Madison. Noah and Lula were both from Virginia. Their children are: A. Dorothy - b 1913, married Jess Tacy in 1930, lives in Cass, W. V., Their children: 1. Bobby, born 1932, married Wanda, lives in Circleville, Ohio 2. Betty - deceased 3. Caroline, born 1939, lives in Cass, W. V. B. Bessie - married Charles Hayes. Their children: 1. Charlotte 2. Frannie C. Bob - married Louise - no children D. Hazel (Jan 19, 1917*) married Elwood Caudill (March 19, 1913 - September 7, 2004) on May 16, 1934. Their children: 1. Betty 2. Elwood, Jr. 3. James Jim's Parents Hazel Ervine grew up in Cass, West Virginia. When she was 3 years old, her mother Lula died. Her father remarried and reared Hazel, her brother Bob, and two sister, Bessie and Dorothy. Her father, Noah, was a mill foreman. Cass was a company town and they lived in a company house. They refered to the people who ran the mill as "the big bugs" and they lived on "big bug hill". The Italians lived on "Bohunk Hill". Hazel started school a Greenbank and then came back to Cass. They ordered groceries from the company store in the evening and they would deliver them the next morning. Her father is buried near little Back Creek in Virginia. Elwood grew up in Greenup County, Kentucky. Jobs were scarce and he joined the CCC (Civilian Conservation Corps) which sent him to Cass in 1933 where he drove a lumber truck. The CCC camps were up a hill and on the week-ends, they sent trucks down into Cass to pick up the girls and bring them up to the camps for movies. This is where he met Hazel and they were married on May 16, 1934. That Christmas they went to Elwood's sister's Beulah's house in Kentucky. Hazel went into premature labor and delivered twins, Betty Maxine and middle right photo: Wayne, Gerry, Hazel, Elwood Hazel and Elwood's 50th Anniversary bottom left photo: Betty Strouth * per granddaughter 6/9/2021 .74. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1884522207f6a202ac46f61574ccb478.jpg 75d8144538f0e8c44c9abad3a956a97a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (79) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 75 of A Note About My Family Wilma Jean on December 23, 1934. They ended up staying six months. Betty's twin sister died and is buried in the family cemetery in Kentucky. Following the jobs, they then went to Jackson Ohio and lived with Hattie Caudill, Elwood's mother. Here Elwood cut trees; then on worked at Buckeye Steel. Elwood Jr. (Woody or Sonny) was born on July 13, 1942 and Jim was born on July 2, 1943 at St Anne's Hospital. Hazel worked for a brief time at Timpkin during the war. They then moved to Africa Rd. where Betty started school at Orange and later to Sunbury Rd. in Galena. Elwood worked as an auto mechanic at Keys Motor Sales in Westerville but decided he wanted to go to barber school. He barbered first in Westerville and then he bought a shop in Delaware from which he retired. In 1969 they bought the old Kline house on Red Bank Rd. and this where they still are today. Hazel retired from Westerville Schools as a bus driver. She has always been an avid reader - something she probably inherited from her father who was said to have subscribed to the Baltimore and Washington papers among others. She served many years on the Board of Elections and she never passed a garage sale without stopping. Elwood always looked forward to the seed catalogues in spring and could hardly wait to plant the biggest garden in the area. He had all kinds of fruits and vegetables and won honors at the fair for his honey. They both enjoyed playing euchre with top left photo: Elwood Jr. and Jim middle left photo: Drivers to retire Hazel Caudill, left, and Bill Herder, both long-time bus drivers for Westerville schools, will be honored on their retirement with a dinner planned for 6:30 p.m. Friday, June 11, at Villa Milano on Schrock Road. Herder has driven buses here for 31 years - since the time when there were only five schools in the district, he told the P.O. - and Mrs. Caudill has been a driver for 10 years. Persons interested in attending the retirement dinner may make reservations by calling the schools' transportation office. right photo: Caudill wins three first in honey class Honey from the hives of Elwood Caudill, 5100 Redbank Road, Galena, captured three of the seven first place premiums awarded in the honey, beeswax and and bees category at the Delaware County Fair. Caudill took first places for his waterwhite honey, light amber honey and amber honey. Caudill was fourth in the white honey category, which was won by Gerard Doerschlag, 6224 S. Sectionline Road. Second in the white honey category was awarded to Rollin Sheets, 850 Ohio 37E, and third to Lowell Sheets, same address. The Sheetses were awarded on first place, five other second places, four more thirds and two fourths, including Lowell Sheets' second for waterwhite honey and Rollin Sheets' third. In the light amber honey category, Wendell Smith, 13270 N, Old 3C Road, Sunbury, placed second, Rollin Sheets third, Lowell Sheets fourth and Charles Israel was third and Rollin Sheets fourth. Israel's five pounds of clarified beeswax took first in that category, followed by Lowell Sheets, second: Rollin Sheets, third; and Smith, fourth. Maxine Moore, 7729 U.S. 23N, won the category for two shallow frames of honey. Rollin sheets was second, Lowell Sheets third and Israel fourth. Lowell Sheets won the two full depth frames of honey category and Rollin was second. Rollin Sheets also place second behind Smith, in the Granulated or creamed honey category. .75. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e0763afe34094ddcbef752dd7345a0df.jpg 9d7c1d6581802fa55721020fc0343272 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (80) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 76 of A Note About My Family friends and especially enjoyed their fishing trips to Canada with good friends, Ray and Katie Fordyce. Betty graduated from Columbus State as a registered Nurse and now lives with her mother to help take care of her. Woody attended Otterbein College and majored in Chemistry. He is retired from General Electric. And Jim - well - you've already heard about ornery Jim. top left photo: Hazel and Friend, Beulah, at the Flea Market in Sunbury top right photo: Jim, Woody, Betty Betty's Family middle left photo: Cheryl, Megan Joe, Rick, and Brent Strouth middle right photo: David, Chancy, Catherine, Connie and Steve Ripp bottom left photo: Elizabeth and Phil Bryant bottom right photo: Willy and Emily Bryant .76. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b9dcda0c9585f1fdbd1f918c00e13901.jpg 3a759ae1db759ed8ae558f8c3546d7d2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (81) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 77 of A Note About My Family Woody's Family top left photo: Jim Strouth and Connie Ripp top right photo: Jeff and Susan Strouth middle left photo: Woody, Donna, Kevin, Cami, Codi, Sami, Kathy and Chris middle right photo: Donna, Cami, Kevin, Woody, Sam, Sierra and Codi bottom left photo: Adam bottom right photo: Caudill Family Elwood and Hazel's 65th Anniversary .77. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/35449fa34bedf54a6f128ff33ca2d15f.jpg 4202ac2a7caee88b69f14c010fdf10a0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (82) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 78 of A Note About My Family You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she's left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see her, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her and only that she's gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back, or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. from the Columbus Dispatch The word my mother sang to me each morning were: "Good morning to you, Good morning to you, Good morning to Bonnie, Good morning to you." Thank you to Polly Horn and the volunteers of the Community Library in Sunbury for making this book possible. .78. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/701ba2597b311657ff716cdb78950fc9.jpg bbef74057de4a8d753b01e5a3922f41c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family (83) Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Family Histories Description An account of the resource This collection contains family histories that have been written by residents of the Big Walnut area. Items in this collection generally contain genealogical information about the families, personal anecdotes, and images of family members. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Note About My Family Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Caudill, Bonnie Subject The topic of the resource Cordell family-- Genealogy Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury--History Reppart family-- Genealogy Personal narratives--Bonnie Caudill--1945-2017 Description An account of the resource This family history tells the story of Bonnie Caudill's grandparents and parents and how they came to live in Sunbury, her life in Sunbury and her children's lives. The book includes a dedication, newspaper articles and photographs. 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Description An account of the resource Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 1) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/88b24b4213ca6ad22cbec59575789b95.jpg f048f59ddaeb1ff0cafd4d6680bedfed Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to inside cover of Day by Day] [illustration] Community Library Sunbury, Ohio Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 2) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dfcc23fdf0cc638614a5c2afe5611379.jpg 6a30d98429842230146627c70ec8b2dc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to unnumbered page of Day by Day] Day by Day [illustration] Doris Davidson Day Community Library Sunbury, Ohio 1995 Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 3) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f1f9516813d03c31b772c8648270704d.jpg fa3e3dbea5a40da32361de3f1078b53b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to unnumbered page 1 of Day by Day] Grandchild Child of my child Heart of my heart Your smile bridges the years between us - I am young again discovering the world through your eyes. You have the time to listen and I have the time to spend Delighted to gaze at familiar loved features, made new to in your eyes again. Through you, I'll see the future. Through me, you'll know the past. In the present we'll love one another As long as these moments shall last. - Perfect pleasures Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 4) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/66d3157b91e4c38a3ff75e5a36547f60.jpg 60179f03495d42fe3f1098d7dff75c56 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 2 of Day by Day] Preface Many of us in our lifetime have been a part of, or know of, a 5-generation family because it represents a span of about 80 years. We have had 8 generations of our family living since the early 1900's to now. If all the grandparents back to 1750 were still living you would have several million grandmas and grandpas and wouldn't that be a pretty kettle of fish. Talk about being spoiled! Of course, you have only a few grandparents living EXCEPT - you have little bits and pieces of all these other grandparents in you. and that is what sets you apart as unique. Perhaps one of you got grandpa's red hair, or grandma's blue eyes, or a mind for math, a dread disease, a gimpy knee. Thank, or blame, your ancestors. I want to begin by honoring your grandparents by writing what I know, or have heard about them. I will then tell of my married life from my perception, taking it up to the time our children were married. From there you will have to have them write their history for you. I hope you'll enjoy my reflections on childhood, marriage, work, joys and sorrow of what, looking back, seems a long, long time. .2. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 5) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6a894b1bbdc7fe24c056c6d35ade8a07.jpg 96b5013bcb8119adf07e00b8b98d57b0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 6] [corresponds to page 3 of Day by Day] The Family Tree Great-Great-Great- Grandparents Mrs. Dixon ? ? ? Mary J. Covert Davidson Thomas Davidson Great -Great Grandparents Middleton and Sarah Day William and Mary Glenn Annie C. Davidson Cline Spencer and Maggie Cowell Great Grandparents Truman and Katie Day Cliff and Maye Davidson Grandparents Wendell and Doris Davidson Day (PaBee) and (Bee) .3. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 6) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/76814c7fb82d9347aad351e15f555cc8.jpg 8b73ed7c046dadb041063b8d65a1ba59 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 4 of Day by Day] I grew up thinking that I only had two sets of grandparents. Mom and Dad had never mentioned having any grandparents, so I guess I assumed that older people didn't have any. As I grew older and learned about ancestors, I did ask a few questions but received no answers that helped so it was stored away some where in my brain never to be thought of again. We were down at Grandma Clines one day in 1940 for a family dinner when something came up about grandparents and Grandma quite casually remarked that her former mother-in-law was still living. We were shocked, amazed and questioning at the announcement. Perhaps stunned is a better word - after all I was 23 with 2 children of my own and I had never heard one word about her. Great-Great-Great-grandmother Dixon with Shirley, Terry, Joan [photo] Immediately we all decided we would like to meet her, and Grandma made the arrangements for us to go to Jericho. How it was accomplished I do not know - I don't believe Grandma had spoken to Mrs. Dixon since the divorce 40 years before. Anyway, one Sunday morning several carloads of .4. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 7) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9d66d3525a933416a3e95b50df98d6d0.jpg 1b06f4257313f180ad5c2cfee2d18286 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 5 of Day by Day] Davidsons (who should have been Dixons - explanation later,) set sail for Jericho in southeastern Ohio. She was there to greet us when we arrived - a small, frail woman, very quiet and bearing a not- very-welcoming look. There were no hugs, kisses or even an intimation of being glad to see us. We were not invited into the house, all the conversations took part in the yard where where we finally posed for a 5-generation picture. Five generations: Kathleen Davidson, Leland Davidson, Grandmother Doris Day, Great-Great-Great Grandmother Dixon, Great Great Grandmother Cline, Great-Grandfather Cliff Davidson holding Virginia Davidson Front: Shirley Day, Terry Day Roland Davidson holding Joan Davidson and Wendell Davidson. [photo] It was so awkward and I was so embarrassed for Dad (she didn't even welcome him) that all I wanted was OUT. We left with no thought of returning and no invitation to return, and I never thought of her again until I began writing this little history. Now I wonder - was she quiet and reserved because it was her natural way? Did she resent us being there: if so, why did she agree to the meeting? Was it because she realized, and could not cope with, the fact of how much human contact .5. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 8) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/831fcd74e1ef451d89e83ae9d7787424.jpg 8c6c0b2a75c3d835eddb21e38c850c9c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 6 of Day by Day] she had denied herself or been denied by someone else? Whatever the reasons, we left and never contacted her again - nor did she contact us. Great-Great Grandparents My great-great-great grandmother Covert, of the same generation as Mrs. Dixon, lived with my Grandma Cline after she moved to Galena. She had helped Grandma for several years when Grandma boarded river workers. Great-Great-Great=Grandmother Mary J. Covert Davidson [photo] Grandma Cline was divorced in 1899 from the father of her two young sons, Floyd and Clifford. Her husband had left and never returned, leaving her to raise the boys alone in an impoverished section of Ohio. Grandma was a large handsome woman with great coloring, snapping brown eyes, intelligent, very independent and a caring - but not loving- grandmother. she was extremely neat, a wonderful cook and one of her chief pleasures was to host a family dinner for about 50 people consisting of her son and his family, 3 stepchildren and their families and her son with her second marriage. She enjoyed church and always dressed in her "good black dress" wearing a string of black beads. She was a soprano who often sang solos for funerals. She asked very little for herself and even today I could draw a picture of house with every stick of furniture because she never bought anything new. .6. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 9) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/075382e61d26741394ec40476b61915b.jpg df51c3c5549e7af5b11e4aedd07581d9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 7 of Day by Day] Grandma and I were always at odds. It stemmed from a visit our family had made in Woodsfield. she rode with us. I was less than 4 years old and the trip was tiring me when she began to hassle me, each of us getting more and more argumentative as the trip went on. Finally we arrived and things had quieted down when suddenly she began telling the host what a "brat" I had been. I had had it and dredging up from heavens knows where, I pulled out a few choice words and let it be be known that I wanted her to "leave me alone." Great-Great-Grandfather William Dixon [photo] I remember Dad pulling me up by one arm, grabbing a light with the other, and taking me to the basement where I got the whipping of my life. I thought at the time that was highly unfair. Older people sometimes used these same words when they were very angry and they seemed to achieve the desired results; mine didn't. Never having used a swear word before, I decided I needed more practice. Needless to say, Grandma was not impressed with me, and it gave just one more reason to favor my sister over me and influenced her family to do the same. My chief source of comfort as a child, other than books, was my Grandma Cowell who loved me unconditionally and I returned that love. I spent a lot of time there as a child because she had the kind of house a kid enjoys - boxes of buttons, lacy .7. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 10) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5233adae10153f343a1cc8bd0ed9566f.jpg 108e1b4884a95734306f81cf90272979 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 8 of Day by Day] 3-D valentines and calendars, a coffee mill which we used to grind the coffee, a deep featherbed you could bury yourself in, magazines by the the score, and the kind of food we liked - coffee and crackers for breakfast ! DEE-LICIOUS, even though the coffee was so strong it could have walked to the table. Outdoors, it was just as fascinating. She grew a huge rambler rose which covered the fence and which was an attraction to everyone going by, especially, it seemed, to the gypsies who came every summer. She had a henhouse full of chickens, some of them setting hens which were hatching chicks, duck with broods of ducklings, a peahen, banty roosters and noisy guineas. It was an experience to gather eggs - you never knew which fowl was going to guard whose eggs. There was also the most accessible haymow I ever saw and it was here we played when the fragrant hay was first mowed and here where we looked for "stray' nests of eggs. Grandpa Cowell was very quiet, curt to the point of rudeness but I knew he was sick and I excused a lot just to be with Grandma. He was a severe asthmatic who was not able to sleep at night except in a reclining chair or on a fainting couch. Even then, we would hear him up many times at night trying to find something to help him breathe. It was at Grandma's that I first heard 2 sounds that always made me think of loneliness- the sound of the old train whistle as it went through Condit and the ticking of her Seth Thomas clock. Wendell's grandparents were William and Mary Glenn and Middleton and Sarah Day. He knew none of them. His grandmother died when Katie was quite small and she was raised by Abe and Della McKenney. The McKenneys lived in a neat little .8. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 11) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/51b3441b8c3faa0a0af156342b3c162c.jpg 02f6d22f80653fa19ab3fe073d43a63e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 8 of Day by Day] house in Newark. Uncle Abe raised produce for the Newark markets and Aunt Della was a housekeeper, immaculate, always in a dark dress with a crisp white apron. Middleton Day Great-Great-Grandfather [photo] Middleton Day was a prominent farmer in Trenton Township and Sarah kept up with him until she became desperately ill with "brain fever" and was given no hope of recovery. The family could not lose "dear Mother Day" and they prayed long, hard for her recovery. You remember the old saying "be careful what you pray for, your prayers might be answered." Well they were answered. Sarah recovered and became a a source of great embarrassment to the family. We think now that she probably had encephalitis and the disease damaged her brain for many of her actions from then on were on the weird side. I had on neighbor tell me that she used to put the chamber pot upside down on her head to go visiting the neighbors. Great Grandparents Pa Bee's parents were Truman and Katie Day. I've already told you Katie was raised by Aunt Della, a little dumpling of a woman who was as neat, organized and precise as they come. If you could come up with 3 adjectives to define just the opposite, that would be Katie. i don' know if life just beat her down or what the problem, but when I knew her she was the most disorganized person you could imaging. Rooms never got cleaned, drawers never sorted, meals never planned, laundry .9. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 12) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1cc3fcac79afc1736065ef55839818a2.jpg 652d3f923f446d80c0f1b08b0b4bf8b5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 10 of Day by Day] The Day Family Truman Jr., Katie, Forest, Wendell [photo] never done, etc., etc. It's hard to believe Aunt Della raised her. She would not learn to drive, did not care for reading, did not go to church or go shopping or entertain herself in any way. She was very difficult to live with. Wendell's dad, until 1918, was considered an outstanding community man. He was probably more noted for his singing ability than anything, Possessed of perfect pitch, he could give the note and key to his fellow quartet members so they didn't need a pitchpipe. Further he could pick up a new song and sing it using scale notes instead of words. He was proud of his farm building, he was happy to serve on the school board and as a trustee, but shortly after his 12 year old daughter died, he began drinking and to an extent that changed his life and that of everyone who came in contact with him in ways that could not have been foreseen by anyone. Great-Grandfather Comes to Ohio The year was 1909. He was 13 years old. He stood there in the drive next to a spring wagon hitched to a team of horses and looked back at the building that had been his home for all of his 13 years. He had awakened especially early that morning for he had to take his mother, grandmother, stepfather and assorted step-siblings down to the .10. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 13) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/aa8b31ad57632f04a8da3e38d80086d5.jpg 7a43fe54690e25c25128dbb0e094394c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 11 of Day by Day] river to catch the train to Columbus. Great-Grandfather Clifford Davidson [photo] He was very familiar with the Ohio River for after his mother's divorce at the turn of the century she and her mother had survived by furnishing room, board and laundry service to river boatmen, and it had been his job to drive workers down to the river each morning and return in the evening to bring them home. When asked once how he could see to drive at night, he said the road was lit up all the way like a city because of the many flaring gas wells in Monroe County. The distance to the river was 6-8 miles, so it left him little time to enjoy much schooling; livestock had to be fed, chickens raised to provide food, gardens hoed to furnish vegetables, and potato patch carefully tended because potatoes were the mainstay of their diet. Sometimes he was free to stay at the river awhile and that was when he would lay his fishing line, baited with chicken necks, to return the next morning to pick up the large catfish which would supplement their diet. He was well acquainted with the huge wharf rats which he later describes as being "large as most cats" and with the enormous mud turtles, so ugly that they left him with a lifelong aversion to turtles, turtle meat or even turtle soup. As he stood there now, he remembered other things - how his grandmother had always been with him always there for him, a guiding influence in his life; how hard his mother had had to work to give them food and some sort of home; how "old Mr. Pettay" had delighted, amazed and enlightened him with his many Civil War stories; how most of his .11. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 14) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/456fc535fe2e15506d1c1e2d3e82b60f.jpg 050db1a8b4ba828c06fa6b38340f7965 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 12 of Day by Day] uncles, aunts and cousins had already departed Monroe County for the oil fields of Oklahoma, Texas and Wyoming. Now he, too, was leaving and even though he was excited, he still felt a pang at leaving all he had ever known. Would he ever see his boyhood chums again? Or a certain little girl, prettier than most, who lived on the top of a hill? Why, he wondered, had his mother decided to leave? What was the new farm going to be like? Were there hills in eastern Delaware County? Or rivers? More immediate worries came to mind. The spring wagon was loaded to the hilt; Nothing more could be added, not even grandmother's spinning wheel which was left in the front room. What would happen if he should upset the wagon? Or what if a horse threw a shoe? Or if the wagon lost a wheel? Or if he became mired in mud? Or if it poured rain or if or if or- But now decision time was here and as he looked around, he said a silent goodbye to his little home, the hills, Mr. Pettay, his friends, smacked the lines across the team's rumps and began his long, long journey. He followed a route he knew well, up through Barnesville and Woodsfield. From there he was supposed to hit Route 40 and head west. He had nothing for his horses to eat and very little for himself. In those days of horse drawn vehicles it was a very common thing for anyone driving through the countryside to be offered food or water, and even food and bedding for their horses. And so it was with the 13 year old boy. He was helped many times by people who took care of his horse, sometimes offering him a sandwich or a haymow to sleep in. One kind hearted couple had even invited him into their home, allowed him to .12. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 15) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/702960a95c750b32990fbe249d388484.jpg b44a57bd9a3237fcc8df8cf170cfea0c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 13 of Day by Day] wash up, gave him a hearty dinner and a bed to sleep in. Next morning after a country breakfast he was ready to go again with his rested team. He never forgot their kindness nor the homes that housed these people and for years afterward he would point out each one as traveled "down the hills" to our reunions. His trip remained uneventful until he reached the "Y" bridge at Zanesville. There the horse refused to cross the bridge and once more he had to rely on the kindness of strangers. A Zanesville policeman, after several suggestions had failed, finally got some blankets, threw them over the horses' heads and led them across. The boy began to feel his journey would soon be coming to an end. And so it was. After 4 days and 3 nights, he and his faithful team pulled into the barnyard on Trenton Road "saddle" sore and weary, but where that night he could rest in his own bed, his tummy full, and satisfied that he had succeeded well in finishing a pretty daunting task. The 13 year old old was great-great grandfather Clifford Davidson and his trip to Galena was an omen of how hard he would tackle anything and of how well he would do it. My mother was just as industrious as Dad and never missed a chance to to take on Wedding Photograph of Cliff Davidson and Maye Cowell [photo] .13. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 16) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ee57032647d3f7d0d044ba6c86951c8f.jpg 1ad4874081804f61252ee102808eb01e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 14 of Day by Day] anything that would make their life and ours easier, nicer and better. Great Grandmother Maye Davidson [photo] I know little about her early life; she never talked about her forbearers either. I do know that Dad soon forgot his pretty little girl in the hills because he had found what he called "The pettiest girl I ever saw." I can just remember Mom in a red flapper dress and white shoes that buttoned on the side, her long dark hair done up in a bun at the nape of her neck. One day I went to Centerburg with her and once there I sat in an outer room while she went inside. When she came I had to look twice - her hair was gone! You have to understand that in the mid-20's this was a daring thing to do, and I didn't know what to say. She was very quiet going home and I noticed she seemed more and more nervous as she neared home. But as far as I know, I don't think she got a negative reaction from Dad. But her shingle bob was just one small sign of her progressive thinking. On her own in later life she developed an egg- poultry route in Columbus to help with income. As with every new project that one of us thought of, it meant a lot more work for some of us. And so it was with mom's "egg route." For a number of years I was at my folks every Friday to help dress out chickens and later, turkeys. I would return in the evening to help wash, candle and crate eggs. This was all done in the hardest way possible - boiling water in a large pot into which we scalded the chickens, removed the feathers and .14. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 17) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2a549b8e3c51f5eaed0270e1accdf657.jpg d15dc6f365ffde4bd3a69505564ef584 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 15 of Day by Day] dressed them out. Several years later, in a small effort to modernize the operation, my folks purchased a "de-featherer." once dressed, the fowl were put on ice, the egg crates loaded into the car trunk, and the next day Mom and one of us drove to Columbus where we unloaded our produce at various stores and to regular customers. Many things about Mom will come up as I talk about growing up but right now I want to leave you 2 recipes which I consider mom's, not mine, although you've eaten them at my house not her's. Tapioca Pudding 1 box of Pearl Tapioca- Soak overnight in tepid water Beat 5 egg yolks Add 3/4 c. sugar 1/2t. salt Heat 1 1/2 quarts of milk and tapioca to almost boiling. Pour in egg mixture, stirring constantly, and bring to boil. If necessary add more milk, After it boils should be the consistency of unbeaten whipping cream. Remove from stove and add 3/4 TBS vanilla. Noodles Make a well in 1 1/2 c. flour. Add 3 egg yolks 2 whole eggs 1/2 tsp. salt 1/3 tsp. baking powder 1 tsp. vinegar Blend until it makes a ball you can roll out. May be necessary to add more flour. Roll out thin, let dry then cut for noodles. .15. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 18) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/eacd7a84f87848d1fd6601636a432391.jpg d98c214159ce6dd29f4d253e6b60ac64 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 16 of Day by Day] Mom was a wonderful cook, and most of her life baked using wood burning stove. The temperature of the oven read "Low," Med," and "Hi," and her way of testing it for baking was to put her hand in the oven for just an instant, and this way she was able to tell whether it was right for cakes or bread, meringues or cookies and she hardly ever had a bad baking day. One thing I remember about Mom is that after supper was over and we kids would be occupied with homework, she would lower the oven door and sit on it for warmth in the wintertime. it seemed we were always cold prior to 1950, and I've often said since that if I had to choose between eating and being warm I would choose to be warm. The Davidsons Doris M, Roland, Kathleen, Leland [photo] Washing day was another trial in living then. Early in the morning a huge tub of water was brought to a boil, then the clothes thrown in and stirred occasionally. They were then transferred to cooler water where they were hand scrubbed, rinsed and hung out to dry. Who does not remember frozen clothes standing at attention on every clothesline or going upstairs to find frozen clothing draped on stair railings, etc. When I was first married it was necessary that laundry needed to be done by hand washing. In .16. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 19) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1af2d0cb56d3dbe3e12d261a2d399e38.jpg c7bef878f826106dfcd55f2abfa53bc6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 17 of Day by Day] Those cold 1930 days many times we used what was called a double blanket, about 70" by 140" which I would challenge any one of you to wash by hand. From washing this way, we graduated to a "Bass" washer which rocked the clothes clean then you hand cranked them through the wringer. Later with electricity, you simply fed the clothes through the wringer. And then, heaven be praised, came the automatic washer and dryers. No wounder one of my friends said she'd trade her husband rather than lose her washer! Our first soaps were the homemade lye soaps; the we graduated to Fels Naptha, the soap on every homemaker's shopping list. Later came the wonderful scented soaps and the detergents we have today, small things in the greater scheme, but great for their added effectiveness in cleaning and for their convenience. The life that I describe as mine in childhood was very similar to that of PaBee's; it was farm living and everything that one family did then was like everyone else's work. But in order to write of childhood, I must write in first person. One of my earliest memories in that of being bundled up like an Eskimo and riding on the school wagon pulled by two teams of horses, which was driven by dad. Everyone in those days wore long underwear - heaven when you first put them on, then something quite different after the first washing. They stretched so you had to lap the leg over, then try to put on long stockings over that bunch of material, then add lace-up shoes. On the outside we wore a heavy coat, muffler, gloves and a hat that covered everything but our nose. Even so we were frozen when we reached school, after following a route on a mud road so rutted the wheels sank to .17. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 20) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/24ccd718c96174c9b48a172a709fcbf5.jpg ff1155273f98ffb3e5970840ff4ad22b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 18 of Day by Day] School Bus of Half Century Ago . . . [photo] To School We Go - One of the first school buses in this area is pictured in the above picture taken this time of year in 1921. This horse drawn bus was operated by Clifford Davidson, who lives just across the Delaware Licking County Line on the Croton Road, who hauled pupils from that area into Hartford School at Croton. Article from the Sunbury News the axle, then following a route through school and, down Hogue road and into Croton. Dad and I had no chance to warm ourselves as we returned and headed home. In addition to that route, Dad had already been up 2-3 hours doing chores, thawing pipes, pumping water, milking, then harnessing the team for the trip. And this process was repeated at night in reverse. I hated this part of winter - the baby lambs, pigs and calves that had to be warmed with hand- Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 21) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c249e1475da0c71b0c423614b8c98f31.jpg c5b50ceedce380db0148f359aef471fe Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 19 of Day by Day] held bottles or even brought into the house. I hated the smell of winter in the icy cold rooms before the stove was fired, and everyone in the country hated nature's call to the bleak outhouses. When I was in high school, I had only one friend who lived in the country and who had a bathroom. I hated the kerosene lamps we used and the chimneys we used to clean wadding up old newspapers and wiping the soot from inside. But I loved the snowslide the neighborhood boys always made on Searles hill - it seemed, once made, to last all winter. I loved the books I could read in winter, the corn we popped, the time spent around the kitchen table doing our homework. As soon as supper was over we cleared the table, grabbed an apple and did our homework helping each other. One of winter's big tasks was butchering - a chore that involved all of us. We were not involved with actual killing of one of our animals. Sometimes the beef would even come from another man's herd. Beef could not be consumed as readily as pork, so unless one had a HUGE family, it was customary to choose and pay for either a front or hind quarter or a side of beef. We used little hamburger - so the meat was cut into roasts and steaks and small pieces were sorted out, cut into bite size bits and canned. Butchering took place on the coldest day possible, because of spoilage. A beef was usually shot, then hauled up by block and tackle to hang so that it could be gutted, the skin removed and the quarters divided so they could be handled easily. A pig was usually strung up, its throat cut, then dressed out. Pork was made into hams, shoulders, loins, while small pieces were ground into sausage, then canned as patties of put into .19. 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We, as all farm folk did, used almost every part of the pork including heart, tongue, and sweetbreads. Remembering those hectic times, I will say I'm happy to buy my meat from the counter. Winter was a good time for Dad to take the horses down to the blacksmith shop to be shod. What heaven to walk into Curt's little shop where a blazing fire was always going. I've watched him shape the shoe, then nail it on the horses. This always made me shudder because I felt it hurt them, not knowing that hooves do not feel pain. Once in a while I got to ride to Condit or Croton with him when he took in the cream which we had separated from the milk. Back then you received a premium price for butterfat. Having our own cream and eggs meant that, if homemade ice cream was on the menu, we could just skim the pot and have cream in abundance, thus making jillions of little fat cells for us to carry around a lifetime! This same cream was used to make butter. It seemed to me our little arms was always moving - churning butter, making ice cream, whipping icing, picking up potatoes, beating rugs, hanging clothes, blackening stoves, carrying water and PUMPING .20. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 23) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ac4ea02f40bac05e7ca24d751af12791.jpg 95275b253926852140551dcb9613a4e3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 21 of Day by Day] WATER! The latter was a never-ending task. We pumped and carried water for cooking and drinking, for laundry and rinsing, for watering thirsty garden plants, for field hands and harvest help, for bathing and cleaning and above all for the cattle. Can you imagine 20 -30 cows trekking across the Sahara Desert all day each wanting her share of water right now? One big slurp and there went all the water we'd spent 20 minutes pumping. Today we turn a tap for all that. Spring it meant shedding "longies" and looking forward to new birth. Grandma Cowell and most farm women raised chickens by letting "setting" hens hatch them. My mother, however had a heated incubator which was stationed just outside our bedroom. In it she placed her eggs, and every night I would see her turning the eggs, dipping her fingertips in water now and then. What a miracle to see these little bedraggled creatures break out of the egg, shake themselves and turn into a little yellow fluff ball. But that's the only time they're pretty. Chickens are dumber than a wire fence. It they get cold, they pile on top of one another and smother themselves; if it rains, they don't know enough to come inside; if they get into a tree, they roost on the highest branch; if you plant one plant into the ground, they will smell it out and scratch it out. I grew to hate them except for eating. When they appear on my table, I feel like saying, "Aha! Gotcha!" Summer was a hectic time on all farms. the entire season was spent in sowing, planting, and preserving food for livestock and ourselves. After breaking one's back growing a garden, then came the hot, hard task of getting everything .21. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 24) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9d95f5d910e5c860b1a6c542e1fb5eaf.jpg 152b98d45fc2fa339460a59ca2ecdc01 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 22 of Day by Day] into a can. The first step meant going to the cellar (the expression all farm people use for basement) and bring up the fruit jars. They were washed in hot water, rinsed, then put into boiling water to kill all bacteria. Our produce - which ranged from all kinds of berries to apples, cherries peaches, plums, beans, beets, carrots, tomatoes and other -was then put into jars and cold packed. My mother once canned a quart of yellow string beans which she placed in the can one by one making a can of beans as beautiful as a painting. She entered it for years in the local fair's canning exhibit and won at least 6 blue ribbons for it. We kids picked the berries that were canned, and for blackberrying we really protected ourselves. We all wore long sleeves, long pants, heavy shoes and a hat, trying to avoid thorns, sweat flies and bees. It was hot sticky work but how proud we felt when we each delivered out pail of berries to Mom. We also used to go with Dad to hunt, mushrooms, and we'd bring home a big pail of sponge mushrooms which were simmered in butter and served on oven- toasted bread for a real treat. Dad could always find mushrooms, and I guess I assumed one could always find them, so I never asked where they were found and he never told me. Nutting was another experience we looked forward to; we'd pack in the car, go south looking for open fields which held walnut, hickory and chestnut trees. Sometimes we'd even find hazelnuts. No one ever chased us out of a field but it wouldn't work that way today. Nuts were very important to us for use in salads, cakes and pies as well as to enjoy just in eating. My folks would make a picnic out of driving to .22. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 25) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/15238e1a139adc7d397b0e0eebeb2ef6.jpg f6ec3442a26becb49f0f1490d49b7e68 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 23 of Day by Day] Clyde to buy cherries; in fact picnics were a common thing during our summers. We would drive to Indian Lake for visits or to Cedar Point where we would be allowed to ask a friend to go along. The folks always enjoyed all the local fairs, the Hartford Fair especially being enjoyed as an all- day outing which family picnics all over the grounds. We always went back for the Davidson reunion in Southern Ohio (another picnic) and my folks were always visiting or having visitors in during the busy summers. Dad, in summer, was just as busy outside, he was one of the first to own and operate a corn husker and threshing machine. Later on he owned an ensilage cutter and later still a combine. It was not until the coming of the self- propelled combine that country women were relieved of one of summers biggest concerns - that of feeding 12-20 men three of four times a year during harvesting season. The men had already tied, bond and shocked the wheat and oats before threshing, and, also, later, shocked, the corn. Then came the chore of getting the grain into storage bins and this meant extra help and food! With no refrigeration, the woman's day usually began with a hasty trip to town to purchase meat, then home to prepare baked goods from scratch, peel a peck of potatoes and get a balanced meal on by noon. We only failed once. One time the men had already been called in, and while Mom was attempting to drain the potatoes for mashing, the lid came loose and the cooked potatoes fell on the ground. Hired help couldn't have a meal without potatoes so back to the field they went while we hurriedly began peeling a second peck of potatoes. .23. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 26) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9cd6dcbe770b9f78873feccbd3616d63.jpg 67c21e0fd967f41b40d2599c2f5a6699 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 24 of Day by Day] Haying had to be the dirtiest, hottest work of all. It occurred in the hottest months and on the sunniest days, and if the hay had been rained on after having been mowed it was the dirtiest. Before the days of balers, we used to mow the hay ( heavenly fragrance), rake it, then load it on to wagons by using a hay loader, spreading it evenly on the wagon until we had a full load, then take it to the barn. There a large fork was pulled down from the mow, set into the hay, the fork then pulled back into the mow and dropped the hay to be mowed away in different sections of the haymow. No matter how careful you were you always worried about spontaneous combustion for about 2 weeks after haying time was over. Then came the baler, and while several steps of haying were eliminated, so also was much of the fun and companionship of old time haying. In time, as horses were no longer an every day farm animal and as large dairies became obsolete, so also did haying as one knew it. As a child, other than the fun things we did with our parents, I enjoyed 4-H Club, Condit Church and music, both our player piano and piano lessons. We never did much in our 4-H cooking club. I only remember making white sauce and serving it on crackers. UGH! But 4-H did give me one of the nicest experiences I had as a child, that of attending 4-H camp. The camp was near Utica and going there was my first experience sleeping with a group of young girls, sharing my meals with them and enjoying tall stories told around the campfire. It cost $5.00 a week and I don't know yet how my folks could have sent me, but it was a wonderful, invaluable experience. Our player piano was always in use by us and our friends, We learned timing and how to carry a .24. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 27) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2f9f60f6bfb1f08480e6f1e480371337.jpg 3b2077649f062a4162c023c3302b9878 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 25 of Day by Day] tune from it, so that my few piano lessons were not too difficult for me - I just wish I'd had more of them. We went to Condit Church with a carload of the Saunders children, attended Sunday School and church where it was difficult for Lolly and me to restrain our giggling at some of the atrocious hats worn by the older women. I began playing piano for Christian Endeavor at age 11, and until 1976 played piano or organ for Sunday School or church a good share of the time. I remember the church before the various restorations. I also remember serving rabbit dinners during hunting season, Thanksgiving turkey dinners, ox roasts and now smorgasbords. Mabel and Wendell going to School [photo] PaBee was living much the same life that I had had until he was about 6 years old. He attended grade school at Sinkey schoolhouse on Ross Road, Opal Stockwell, teacher. He later entered the Sunbury School to which he drove for several years, he was a good student and could have been an excellent student had he received any encouragement at home. His one great area of enthusiasm in high school was his baseball team - undefeated in the four years he played on the team. That interest in baseball stayed with him his entire life and he held an especial love for the Cincinnati Reds until the week he died. .25. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 28) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8d3cd72c781a8c4016275142c7e60669.jpg e962f02711573508878edd12698e3d28 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 29) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 26 of Day by Day] Neither of his parents attended his high school graduation and he left home shortly after to go live with an aunt and uncle in Columbus while he attempted to finish a business course at Bliss College. This schooling was cut short because of his father's continuing alcoholism and he was called home to help with the farm and to care for his mother. I wish I could tell you that he had a happy, carefree childhood, or even that he enjoyed an upbringing with lots of hard work interspersed with joyous times, or that he had the support of loving grandparents or caring relatives, but he had none of these. Still, he turned out to be a loving, proud, supportive father and grandfather and I guess that's all you really need to know. * * * * My school days on the other hand were very happy. I've already told you how my parents liked to go places, see people and enjoy living, and it kinda rubbed off on me. School work was very easy for me - my one big trouble was that I couldn't see. Back in the days when airplanes were a novelty, one flew over our house one day and we all ran out to have a look. I could not see it; my folks couldn't accept this and and accused me of being "difficult" so nothing was done for several years. Finally it was so bad that I could see nothing on the blackboard at school and when I finally saw an oculist he was shocked - and so were my parents - that my eyes were so bad. As a result, I've worn glasses all my life. However those early days days forced me to read a lot and that served me well in school. One of my major bragging points to my kids was that I came in second in an all county spelling bee and later was valedictorian of my class. I think I was .26. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3d37b5096a2e29565fb5cb8cb32c2807.jpg 7280f0f5b12b0f51084e71be6d8d2c51 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 30) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 27 of Day by Day] prouder, though, of the fact that I made the second team all-county basketball team twice while in high school. School, as I said, was really easy for me; I skipped first grade, something that I later felt was a mistake because it place in a group 1 1/2 years older than I, but I seemed to fit in reasonably well. From reading to choir work, from class plays to group parties, form math to basketball, everything interested me, even all girls baseball team which played four years and never won a game! It was the fellowship that was important to us. School was a time when we began to reach out and make friendships and do things which did not necessarily include our family. Prior to entering high school, we entertained ourselves mostly with neighborhood kids and with activities that took no money but did sometimes require a little creativity. I remember our old "swimming hole" and really the name tells it all. The boys would dam up a certain part of the creek each year to make a small pond perhaps 8 feet across, about 10 feet long and maybe 5 feet deep. As I remember it now, I wonder how our parents could ever have allowed us to swim in such a place. Cows waded across it leaving all kinds of bacteria, the bottom was slimy with thick mud oozing up between our toes and invariably, when you go out you took 2 or 3 leeches off your feet and legs. Makes me shiver now to think of it! Croquet was one of our favorite games, and most of the summer, there would be a ferocious contest going on in our side yard, with frequent yells and fights and accusations the "you moved the peg' or "you didn't even nick it." .27. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9af6da9ef446a1c624800e18502f50c3.jpg 7db9c7c8987c9cf9fe90e7c07999409a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 31) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 28 of Day by Day] We also played "red rover," "Annie Over the House," 'tag," "hide the Thimble" among other simple games. We were not coddled in learning; I learned to ride a bicycle when my brother took me to the top of a hill, and gave me a push. The fact that I hit an iron bridge was inconsequential, I had ridden a bicycle, by golly! The same thing happened with a horse; I was put on its back, bareback. No saddle or stirrups, just a rein and and a mane and away I went (after a good healthy swat on its rump) holding on for dear life. Wendall Day Graduation [photo] Doris Davidson Day Graduation [photo] Our entertainment was family-oriented and very simple, but we thought nothing of it because all the kids we knew lived the same way. The Depression hit in 1929 and although we .28. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/952fbdbf619c327dc697635508934d49.jpg 3ffc8532db173c80fcfe74b88478221e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 32) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 29 of Day by Day] were shielded from wanting for food or clothing, it did affect us in many ways. There simply was no money for anything other than survival. We ate only because we raised almost everything on the farm. But our class could not order rings, we had no Jr-Sr Prom, clothes were made to last for years. There seemed to be no future in furthering your education and few could afford it anyway. 1930 began the worst decade I've lived through. Marriage Wendell and I married young, settled on a farm, which was strike one for me; I never wanted to be on a farm - I dreamed of living in a small town large enough to have a library, swimming pool, movie theater and some shopping. Our family began with the birth of Terry, one of the nicest things to ever happen to us, but shortly after his birth our disasters began. We lived in an old ramshackle house, barely furnished, and returned home one bitterly cold, snowy night to find 6 inches of snow across our bed. We decided to sleep in the room where the stove was and laid Terry down on a small settee nearby. About 2:30 I was awakened by a peculiar noise and shook Wendell to awaken him. He stumbled over to the door just behind the settee and immediately a sheet of flame shot about 6 feet across the room. I grabbed Terry, ran out barefoot clad only in a thin nightgown, into about about a foot of snow. I ran downhill, put him in the car and ran back to get Wendell who groggy, was lacing his shows. It was impossible to get any clothes - they were in the back room where the fire was blazing - so we got in the car. 15 minutes later the house fell in. Along with our clothes, we lost everything else we owned. .29. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1861ced0d2ef8f238c3e9bdb30091d71.jpg ae1585bce4814d9f8fe267cf62a4d1c0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 33) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 30 of Day by Day] We later discovered that the sound which had awakened me was mice. Our house was a true salt box with one-half the rear forming a bedroom, and also a catch-all back shed which had an opening to a dirt floor cellar. It was from this cellar that mice were running and squealing because they were being burned alive. There was no place to go but his folks. People say that you can find humor in any situation or that you can always make "the best of any situation." My answer to that is that these people have never lived with an alcoholic who becomes progressively meaner as he drinks. By the time we moved there, PaBee's dad was 62 and an incurable alcoholic, miserable and with the disposition of a cross-eyed rattlesnake. Katie was 50, both of them young enough to be doing a lot of work. That was not the case. Trum arose early in the morning (he catnapped all day) turned on the radio to the Early Worm whose theme song "The Music goes Down and Around" blasted through the house. If I even hear the beginnings of this song to this day, I get almost physically ill and very depressed because it reminds me again of a time that took so much away from me. I did not know it at the time of the fire, but I was pregnant with Shirley, therefore doubly miserable. Shortly after the fire and already living with less than nothing, someone stole our only source of any spending money - 35 large hens which provided us with eggs to sell. As if all this weren't enough. Truman took our car to go to Kentucky to bring back an expectant mother, her husband and 2 year old son to to move in with us. Usually Trum sat by the radio until noon, then .30. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ba85b5725fdf41d20e080a4a991a50b7.jpg d9650b2bc17a304d01b68d2399e493d6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 34) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 31 of Day by Day] went to town to drink all afternoon, coming home abusive and raving. I remember one day in particular as I was cleaning the kitchen cupboard, a large area that filled one wall of the kitchen, that among umpteen dishes of old potatoes and cooked beans I came across something so foul- smelling that I pitched it on the spot. All hell broke loose that night when Trum couldn't find his favorite chunk of limburger cheese! Shirley and Terry in 1936 [photo] It all became too much for me and with pressure from Wendell, his folks moved down the road and we stayed in the 'white house' - but at a price. displaying his benevolent nature yet again Truman insisted we could not stay without a hired hand and be bestowed upon us the sorriest human specimen I've ever known, and for 4 years he shared every meal with us plus giving us no privacy. I was wondering what I had ever done to deserve a life like this, and decided the only way to have a .31. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4b432df448ef2da963a7006ede2114c1.jpg 1bbe834a73338aba7cc06f28f92f7036 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 35) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 32 of Day by Day] life was to buy the farm, leave and try to find work elsewhere or leave on my own. Thru OW Whitney, Sr. , who contacted a friend in Delaware we were able to get a loan that a bank would not have given us in a million years, and with it bought the farm and got rid of a great deal of baggage at the same time. Evidently PaBee had been thinking along the same lines as I had because, unknown to me, he had enrolled in a correspondence course in Air Conditioning. When he went to Youngstown for his diploma, they were so impressed with him that they offered him a lifetime teaching job starting at $100.00 a month. It was a fortune at that time and we'd have grabbed it except now we had a farm to run. It was not to be the last time I wished we'd never heard of farming. In addition to his A/C course, PaBee was working for ASCS measuring fields in eastern Delaware County for map work for agricultural use. Burt the most important thing he did in the late 1930's was work to sign up eastern Delaware County to get REA lines to the country. My folks had electricity brought in in the late '20s and one of my strongest memories of home is of looking into the awestruck face of my mother when she looked up at one bare bulb hanging down from the ceiling and saw it light up with electricity. The coming of electricity changed the farmers' lives more than anything else ever had or ever would. When I married, we had Delco system which furnished electricity until about 8:30 at night than was off until morning for recharging. So Wendell worked long and hard trying to get signups from residents or to get easements where necessary. some farmers absolutely did not want any lines near their place, but after the company went around them .32. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bf6f0053de3bc4f2a48cd67140757388.jpg 4627958247154e67deb6d1900917dc75 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 36) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 33 of Day by Day] and they began to see the merits of electricity use, they begged to be allowed in. Electricity did come to us and almost the first thing we did was to buy a refrigerator replacing the old icebox which dripped over the back porch. We also got an electric stove to replace the wood-burning stove I'd used for canning and cooking and a washer so I would not have to hand wash ever again. All in all by the end of the 30's life was looking better, but it was a time that hurts me even now to look back on and a period in my life that I never want to live over. The coming of electricity also helped the men's work greatly. From pumping water to milkers for cows, it shortened their hours considerably. Most men jumped at the chance to quit hand milking and instead put on milkers. Then stood back to watch electricity do the work. Motors in every conceivable piece of machinery took the hard labor out of loading, pumping water, filling bins, and emptying grain. In time, electricity did almost everything on the dairy except call the cow home. It also warmed farrowing pens and kept heat lamps on baby lambs and calves. In short, it was a godsend. The 40's saw Terry and Shirley beginning school where both were to have many enjoyable times. In late 1941, however, came Pearl Harbor and a drastic change in our lives. PaBee went to work at Curtiss Wright, and most of our close friends left the farm for the city jobs that represented a new life for them. Rationing began immediately, and since gas was being rationed, it was necessary if you drove that you share your car, so Wendell took a carload to work. I was left without a car and with a farm to halfway manage while he worked. .33. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/386494e9e0b96db88fdab497e0664032.jpg 378a40f4910cc5295246e5db600ff3b8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 37) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 34 of Day by Day] With the war came rationing which applied to coffee, sugar, butter, shoes and many other necessities. We couldn't do without coffee so we traded sugar stamps for coffee stamps and made other adjustments to get along. I found it very difficult to get silk hose and bananas were virtually unavailable to us. PaBee's brother, a gunner on a warplane, was was shot down in late 1944 and was MIA for almost 11 months and held prisoner, we later learned, in a Russian war camp. He returned in early November 1945, the same week Rick was born, and I returned home from the hospital to find that Katie had deposited him on my doorstep, the visit to last for the next 6 months. I had been through an emergency appendectomy just 5 weeks before Rick was born, so I was not what you would call overjoyed to take on this extra burden of caring for one more person. Rick at 6 months [photo] .34. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9541c9a1e414596c87da1497b367ca87.jpg 6568207b17f05b5bf025a47bc453aa59 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 38) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 35 of Day by Day] The kind of house we always bought. [photo] We were working very hard, both of us working off the debts we had incurred. We paid them by never buying an unnecessary item, hand fed all kinds of baby animals (sheep, pigs, calves) sometimes bringing them into the house, sitting up all night with a farrowing sow and getting up 2-3 times a night to check on baby chicks. Our House - 1958 [photo] We did all of our own painting and wall papering and even some re- modeling. We had a wall storage unit in our kitchen the front of which went almost to the ceiling leaving a space of about 8 inches. Behind this 8 inch gap was a foot drop, the perfect catch-all for everything you wanted to get rid of and absolutely best place in the world .35. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ebcfc1407e7077ae01be7b76305dfbdc.jpg a4c2a0759a2426de794855d0a1a1ff64 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 39) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 36 of Day by Day] for a mouse to run. I always felt that dirt was sifting down through this cabinet so one day when I was alone I took a stepladder in and began tearing it down. The cupboard was gone and the kitchen floor was full of boards when PaBee came home, but he set about helping to carry out the wood. I will say that whenever we did anything - and there were many remodeling jobs after that - he would go along with it if I started it. We did the kitchen, later on added a bathroom, then did the front part of the house. Wallpapering was an every other year job for most rooms because we heated with coal and paper soon became dirty. PaBee handled the ceiling and I did the cutting and the sidewalls. On this particular day we had papered the dining room and were pleased with the nice bright paper and the way it looked. Wendell went to bed in preparation for his graveyard shift and I stood in the kitchen ironing. At midnight I started toward the bedroom to awaken him. As I started into the dining room I heard a faint noise and looked up to see, on top of the porch door, two HUGE eyes glaring down at me. I screamed, Wendell came running and switched on the light. By that time the thing was in motion, and in the light we saw that it was a hug barn owl that had come down through our sooty chimney. He was even more alarmed than I was, flying all over the room and depositing soot on everything his feet or feathers touched. After several minutes, we caught him, threw him out, then looked around. Our new paper, ceiling and all was covered with sooty marks. We could not and would not re-paper so I cleaned it as well as I could and called it a bad day. I also remember another situation when soot .36. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7fa2efa71b48504e4c9b911216c6baae.jpg a07d70706c6d439ecde90c56dc946a9c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 40) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 37 of Day by Day] was a major issue for us. I looked out my kitchen window one evening to notice PaBee getting out of the car very slowly. Then I noticed his arm in a sling, he came home with a broken right arm. That day he had climbed a 10-foot ladder in order to do some electrical work on an A/C unit in a top-level recess. As he backed out to start down the ladder, a bare wire on the drill cord touched an electric wire and he blacked out and fell toward the cement floor 10 feet below. He could have been electrocuted, but the fall broke the current connection, and then he was lucky a second time. A colored man just happened to be passing by and saw him and caught him, preventing a serious injury or possibly even death. So a broken arm was a good exchange for a crushed skull or electrocution. By the time he had told me all this, we were seated at the table when all of a sudden we heard a loud "whoomp" from the basement. I knew immediately what had happened and tore downstairs only to find it full of black smoke and 2 pieces of pipe blown apart. I couldn't get them together, Wendell was no help and black smoke kept puffing out the pipe. When we finally got it fixed, we just stood and looked at one another. Our faces and hands were black, his white coat was black, but it was when we went upstairs that I just stood and cried; every thing was black - walls, curtains, bed clothes, food, anything you could name. The only things not covered with soot were either under the top bedcovering or behind closed doors. I know now that the insurance company will bear the expense of cleaning up. I spent weeks trying to clean rugs, curtains, clothes and dishes. It was not a good day in any way. Furnaces have always caused us trouble, and once the stoker-fired furnaces was almost the cause .37. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c7e61706f0d2fe9ef30255859f653770.jpg f8bcf9ee425a5e3ee7356bc8c8370681 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 41) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 38 of Day by Day] of a house fire. Our entire family was away one night, each of us to a different meeting. I was next to the last coming home and when I entered the kitchen, a blast of very hot air hit me in the face. I flew to the basement where I found the furnace and pipes so hot that beams were popping and crackling. I had no time to call anyone; I just picked up a hose and directed it at the beams. The water from that fell on the furnace where it steamed. Eventually I could manage to open the furnace and found the source of the tremendous heat. The firebox was full to the top, the fire was just a red hot mass the stoker was still showing coal in. I knew I would crack the firebox by using water, but I had no choice so I directed a mist onto the top of the hot coals and continued to soak until some of the coals turned gray. Luckily, the firebox did not crack. I discovered later that one of the kids came home, thought the house too cool so instead of turning the furnace up one degree, turned it all the way over so that the stoker ran continuously, filling the furnace to the brim. It was now the late 40's and we were still driving a 1934 Chevy because cars, too, had been in short supply, so one day we decided to refurbish it and give it chipped, faded coat a new coat of paint. What we were able to get was not a pretty shade of green, but it worked and we were reasonably proud of it, so a friend of ours, Griff, decided he'd paint his old car also. So he chose his paint carefully applied it, went to bed and awoke the next morning to find it covered - simply covered - with small flying insects. You can see life was not too easy during the war years. Wendell continued to work at North American, then later was asked to join Huffman Wolfe, a major .38. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/969a5b2fb99155cdb3f75e6861761f7f.jpg da29309a73690a0473a314c49d27096a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 42) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 39 of Day by Day] contracting company, as foreman for the A/C department. During his time here, he worked for almost all the large Columbus establishments (OSU, Battelle, Big Bear, The Union Co., Meat packers) as well as in factories along the Ohio River and for NASA at Goddard Air Force Base in Maryland. Later in life he received a patent for a control which he developed. He also developed a "chill table" for OSU at the time of the equine encephalitis outbreak. This table was used to almost freeze various species of mosquitos so they could be used over long periods of time to help determine which ones carried the disease. I was very gratified once at a Union meeting where I heard several men talking saying that "PaBee was the best A/C man in the State of Ohio." I always felt that if he had been able to get an engineering degree, he could have developed something very worthwhile. It was in the 40's that one of the greatest changes in all our lives began to appear in numerous homes. TV had arrived and life would never be the same again. I'll never forget the excitement engendered by a little 6x6 screen whenever OSU played football. Almost everything passed for entertainment - even the showing of the stations logo. But it also brought much more; we, for the first time could see all those marvelous people who had been our radio friends; we could watch our government in action; we were exposed to sports we had never known. In short, television brought the world to our living room. Only 50 years previously, our grandparents had to rely on word of mouth taken by horse and buggy, Then came the telephone that brought voices into the home. Soon came the radio which gave us hours .39. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/170afb458e545713065297ade7f36528.jpg ef9de2d9d8f94209a476d56141506510 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 43) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 40 of Day by Day] of news and music. Now we could see, hear and make judgments on almost anything that happened in the world. I still think of TV as a miracle even with all the trash it now presents. Just as the 30's were terrible for us, the 50's seemed to be good. Terry and Shirley were doing very well in school, Rick had started school and I picked up two new careers in the decade. First of all, an electric organ was installed in our church one Tuesday and I was supposed to play it the following Sunday. I did play for Sunday service but this particular instrument caused me much frustration for several years. First of all, I practiced in an unheated church in winter, and one without cooling in the summer. I had no organ at home to work with so the adjustment to stops, foot pedals was a long time coming. In addition, I had no relief on Sundays. Then when I began working at Sunbury Savings in the late 50's, my free time was further shortened and I began to rebel at having to be there EVERY Sunday. After all, I was not the minister! So I resigned, only to return to it later. Terry had graduated as valedictorian of his class and entered OSU where he made the OSU marching band as a freshman. We were immensely proud of him and so pleased that in his second year OSU played in the Rose Bowl. He, too , married young. Marge Ross and he presented us with our first grandchild, Pam, a precocious child and one who has always been close to us. Trying to find a way to help him stay in school and still live on campus, we invested in a huge rooming house on E. 16th Avenue, and our work really began. At one time, the house had held as .40. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/79ecd621d6124687e069bd48c7f9808b.jpg 7d5f9e21ab55d593b77d61dd58a65093 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 44) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 41 of Day by Day] many as 40 students, but in a short time we decided to cut the number of students to 22. This still represented 22 beds to be made and changed each week, rooms to be painted, all kinds of repairs to be made constantly, plus a full basement of shower stalls, storage rooms, etc. all of which needed non-ending paint jobs. Chery and Pam Day [photo] When school was in session, Wendell would take me down to E 16th on his way to work. There I would work all day trying to help keep rooms and equipment in order. We would return on Saturday, work until noon, the cross campus for the OSU football game. By this time, Shirley was working for Woody Hayes. You've always heard that Woody lost his temper often; well, Shirley would take just so much, then her temper would flare. One day when he threw something she picked up the phone book and threw it back at him, shattering the glass stopped desk. Ann, Woody's wife, had a big laugh about it - thought it served Woody right, and evidently he thought so, too, because she continued to work there. .41. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b9d37f6a8c305a9145b92f3023f182f0.jpg a59272d174828fdedb86818a336af3c2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 45) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 42 of Day by Day] He knew we loved football and gave us some pretty privileged seating spots for several years. It was also nice to follow Jerry Lucas - Havilcek and Siegfried through their marvelous years of OSU basketball. During these years I also became a member of the Searchlight Club, an organization which had brought me many interesting looks into all sorts of topics as well as many new friends. It was with them that I saw my first stage production "My Fair Lady." It was marvelous and has always remained, after seeing many , many, stage shows, my very favorite play with "The Music Man" a close second. That experience encouraged us to to attend Kenley productions as will as Mershon shows and even one show at the Hartman Building. All in all we must have seen 50-60 productions in the next few years. So with Rick in high school, Terry in college, Shirley in Woody's office and with involvement in the church, the school board, the rooming house, farm and our two jobs, we were exceptionally busy. Terry Day, Wendall Day, Katie Day, Doris Day, Marge Day holding Kim, Pam and Chery Day in front [photo] When the 60's came in it was easy to see a decided change in the morals, the thinking and conformity in this country. It was a time kids began questioning the authority of parents and teachers; it was a time of the hippies and flower children; it was a time when our country began sliding downhill. .42. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/eacf9b39bbb9c83688da065043c2e5ba.jpg f6cd63ace6436dd0c4d198fbf622cd1f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 46) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 43 of Day by Day] It was also a time of tragedy for us and one of great tragedy for our country. A young president was killed, and I, who had voted against him, could not leave the TV. I saw the actual killing (not a rerun) of Oswald and my scream woke Wendell and brought him charging from the bedroom. Our personal tragdy was the death of my brother, Leland, who died 3 months after a massive heart attack. We had been hit before; Marge had developed gestational diabetes and lost a child in 1958 shortly after its birth. Terry then developed diabetes in his first year of dental school and a few years later Pam was hit with the same disease. Kim Day [photo] I went to work full-time shortly after Terry left OSU and Rick graduated from high school. Cheryl and Kim had joined Terry's family, and Terry and Marge lost another baby in 1968. My mother, who had been ailing for years with respiratory problems, was failing fast. We had had a grand 50th wedding anniversary celebration for them in 1963, but from then on she was on a downhill course and died in the summer of 1966. Rick married Carol Walker and Scott, who had brought us so much joy, was born. Several years later Lisa came along. Lisa walks to her own drumbeat, but you'll never find a kinder person. She would take in any stray animal in a heartbeat and Richard Scott Day [photo] .43. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0d1c53c674608085a24a8bb68e18d166.jpg 6519f1e93d3263f654bcd46a09f2a9ff Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 47) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 44 of Day by Day] Clifton and Lisa Day [photo] she's just as concerned about any human she meets. During 1968, I began having health problems which finally affected me so that I could scarcely work. I was diagnosed with severe anemia - maybe even leukemia - at a time when my next door neighbor, who had suffered from the same symptoms as I all winter, was diagnosed with leukemia. Kathryn, who had been a second mother to Rick, died in 1969. Later that year, after being denied my normal day off and and after some co-workers had taken as much as a week off, I walked out of the home again. In the meantime and after a very long illness, my mother died in 1966, but not before she got to see the satellite circling the earth. She did not live to see the moon landing, but Dad did and remarked an the many changes he had seen in his lifetime. Starting with the trek to Galena with horse and wagon, he had seen automobiles revolutionize the USA, had seen the tremendous train and ocean travel, had witnessed the birth of the airplane's reign and now had seen a man stand on the moon. By the 70's Terry was well established in his Lee Alessio [photo] .44. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9b335e3067db6f561841c4133b5b3d8f.jpg cd910d8e7317a4831e2f65ca15603c6b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 48) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 45 of Day by Day] practice, Shirley and Gina married and Lee was born, and Rick and Carole divorced. We had purchased a farm on 605 with Terry as co-owner. My brother in real estate had informed me that Chamberlain's were selling their farm, and I asked him to put in a bid at the full price for us. He laughed and told me it was already sold, that the buyer could get the money easily, and that we had little chance of getting it! However, I insisted and we did get it - we simply didn't have sense enough to stay out of hard work. Gino and Lisa at home. [photo] Wendell's mother died in late 1974 and left a small bequest to her two sons. When Wendell remained undecided about what he wanted to do with it, I suggested that he think about getting a trailer so that we might travel a little. He literally jumped at the idea and we answered an ad for a trailer. We were babes in the woods in so far as trailers were concerned and how we managed to "luck out" as we did is beyond me. We went to see an Avion which could well have been a Model T for all we knew. We loved it, bought it and thus began a phase in our lives which was different, enjoyable and a godsend for Wendell who had never enjoyed much of what is commonly known as just "pure pleasure." .45. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/cd7998760565c3b706606a18574dbaff.jpg 27ae22aff2ee4aecc389d4f5a0415ecc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 49) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 46 of Day by Day] We decided to go to Florida. Pam was a freshman at OSU and could get away by mid-November and Chery thought she could leave school at that time, too. So the four of us started out, knowing not where we were going, knowing nothing about camping but willing to learn. We lucked out again. We parked right on the beach at Turtle beach and the girls and I did beach combing everyday. Just before Christmas, we were told our spot had been reserved and we would have to leave for another camp. We found a spot at Sun n Fun where we were to stay for the next 17 years. Florida was unlike anything we'd ever experienced. The other campers were like our closest neighbors - when you parked, they were out to help you hook up the gas and water, roll out the awning, and make sure the trailer was level. When you were ill, they were there with soup, light desserts or just words of cheer. There was a church on the grounds; there were bicycle paths to ride; there was a huge swimming pool, horseshoe, shuffleboard, square and round dancing and friendly campfires and card playing groups. The people became so close that there were always tears when you left, and anticipation to return when fall came next year. The girls were having a ball. We had taken some of our sand dollars and made Christmas ornaments out of them. They thought I should send one each to my card club group; it was finally decided that I'd send them home with the girls, and they would deliver them. For our trailer, lacking Christmas decorations, they scavenged the throwaways at the cemetery where they found some beautiful ribbon. We had plenty of pine trees for greenery and pine cones to use, so our Christmas .46. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/07733bd4fc419c7d3d2c3c5ca3628e3d.jpg b3c8a62aebfb5223e6ae6675cece745e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 50) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 47 of Day by Day] wreath on the front of our trailer was homemade and beautiful! PaBee and Bee [photo] Christmas came our entire family was there for several days. The weather did not cooperate too well; as it often does in Florida when Christmas comes the weather turns cold, even though beautiful, sunshiny weather was the norm until then. In the 70's both Wendell and I began new work. Wendell became associated with 7-Limers, an outfit that sold farm bins and equipment, and I passed a realtor's test to work with my brother in real estate, work which I found fascinating. Through 7-Limers, Wendell won a trip to Hawaii for two, so much as I hated to fly, I swallowed hard and went. When the clerk in Chicago asked if we wanted "smoking" cabins, I answered before Wendell could speak and said 'non-smoking." This little ruse got us to the 1st class cabin on our .47. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fefdbe697d20c14d6bdd1c6e0ea4d32a.jpg 4e04d918d2dce512a16c29fb18d739a8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 51) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 48 of Day by Day] flight to Hawaii, but the rest of our group was so disgruntled by our good fortune that on the way home we rode in cabin class. There really is a difference between flying cabin or 1st class! Just as our stage production enlarged our cultural experience, so also did our various trips we took with the 7-Limers Group. First, of course, was Hawaii and nothing I ever read quite prepared me for it. I fell in love with Hawaii when they first put a lei around my neck and kissed me on both cheeks, and the love affair took off when we entered our room and found a freshly cut pineapple sitting in its own juice. All the usual tourist spots - Punchbowl Cemetery, Pearl Harbor, their tiered mall - either intrigued, enticed or caused you to fall into a feeling of deepest awe and respect. My favorite part of Hawaii was when we and one other couple took a car trip around the entire island of Oahu. We saw the bluest water we'd ever seen, magnificent cliffs covered with trees, pineapple plantations and the Queen's palace. I was most impressed with Polynesian Village, where a village as used by long ago Polynesians was erected. It was built around a huge open square, with buildings on all four side opening on the inside court. Here children could play, women could wash and talk with friends, and men could also meet there to discuss their business. What a sensible way to live. Children were safe, no one was ever lonely, and all were safer as a group than they would have been living alone. Although the group offered trips to Spain, to San Francisco, the Barbados and other places, I only want to tell you about Mexico. We left Sarasota, went to Tampa and flew to Dallas. for a good part of this trip we could see .46. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ae2cad659b0dc3cf332ca93375a80ee2.jpg 9e5a069b2f009bfa05126e368413fba9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 52) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 49 of Day by Day] Florida and its coastline below us and one could only marvel when seeing it how the early explorers' maps were almost precisely what we saw from the air. We left Dallas for Mexico City, a book in itself with charming little sidewalk shops, tiny children begging on every corner, beautiful Mexican strings playing, gorgeous murals on many buildings, sidewalk food which looked delicious but which we were forbidden to eat, huge old churches with gold icons inside and also as the guards told us "a thief inside for every religious artifact you saw." It was was at one of the large churches, now sinking into the soft undersoil of Mexico City, that we saw the faithful coming into the church, sometimes having come from miles away and walking always on their knees even across the paved brick courtyard of the church. It was here that we rode out to the pyramid past homes of such poverty and desolation that you wonder how people could survive. It looked worse than the shabbiest pens we used to erect for farrowing sheds. But the pyramid was magnificent! The steps to the top were very, very narrow and only a few of our group made it - and only by placing their feet sideways on the step. The underground of the pyramid was the great surprise. It showed a city complete with streets, canals to bring water into the city and a sewer to dispose of wastes. It was unbelievable. Added to our bewilderment was the fact that the hieroglyphics on the wall looked Egyptian and one wondered if, indeed, at one time North and South America were linked together. We finished our tour in Acapulco, just as pretty as Hawaii, but much less fun because the people there did not like us. You could tell their .49. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9d831843b087a40ffbdb62891a0b5271.jpg 60337baa3bd5a2ec9f8226f5dfcab697 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 53) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 50 of Day by Day] dislike in everything they did for us. But it was in Acapulco that we went one night and watched the cliff divers. We had seen it on TV, but nothing had prepared us for the narrowness of the gorge or the steepness of the cliff which the diver climbed. It was also at Acapulco that I first observed para-sailing. Back at the hotel, I told PaBee I'd seen something I was going to try. When I told him it involved heights, he just hooted, getting up on a stepladder makes me dizzy. Never the less I was insistent, and by this time about four others were interested so we looked for the place where the para-sailing began. The person going up is on the beach. Here, he or she is fit into a pair of coveralls attached to a parachute sail, and is told that when the boat started that person was to start running, at which point you soar into the air. Upon completion of the ride, the boat coming into the beach begins to slow and as it goes slower and slower, one begins to descend and finally is set down gently as a feather. Well, I tried it and loved it. You go up so quickly that you can't realize you've left the ground and from there on you soar - it must be the same feeling a bird has as it soars. You descend so gently that you wouldn't know you were descending if you hadn't noticed the trees getting smaller, and when you land you take 2 or 3 steps and that's all. When returned to Florida we found these sailings were prohibited in Florida because they were so dangerous - some people had been killed in para-sailing. Lesson: what you don't know will hurt you! In the spring of 1976, I was hospitalized with high blood pressure and had returned home on May .50. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0b41839ac771ef98037e29add21356a5.jpg ba6f9781b398c92302dc977913c68d86 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 54) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 51 of Day by Day] 29th. I called Terry to say I was home and Kim answered and said she would give them the message, That was the last time I ever spoke to her. She was staying with a friend when they decided to call a boy to take them to a party. This was never suppose to happen: Marge was very careful about controlling Kim's guests and she expected the same of parents where Kim stayed. Never the less, the three set out for the party. rounding a curve on Centerburg Road, the van went out of control, went down in the road ditch and went some distance before it hit a tree head on. Kim was killed instantly. We were shattered, I had picked her up just two weeks previously because Marge was in Washington and wanted assurance she would be taken care of. I'll never forget how she looked at me, giggling and repeating a story Mrs. Searles had told her about how we used to beg for pennies to buy a gallon of gas. She didn't believe that her grandmother could have done such a thing - been so silly - but I just told her we do crazy things when we are young. While the whole family grieved long and sadly for Kim, life had a habit of just going on and so it was for us. Farm work had to be done, and in the early spring and summer months of 1978 it began to seem as though this cycle might fail. It had rained constantly, it was now almost June and the planting had not been done. One day I offered to help work ground on our farm on Rosecrans Road, and getting out of a large tractor that was unfamiliar to me, something went wrong and I fell, lighting on my back on the packed, hard ground. I knew immediately something was wrong because of the "prickles" in my spine and I lay as quietly as possible until PaBee found me. In the hospital I was told i had chipped one .51. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/050d085865644f174dadace33b51dde6.jpg 6935bcb6e39b9600c810363e7917fc61 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 55) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 52 of Day by Day] vertebra and compressed two other. I was home in a short while, fortunate to be walking but in much pain for a year afterward. Even today, it bothers me. P. S. I was never on a tractor after that. The 80's were also a decade I would not want to live through again; this, although many wonderful things happened to us in those 10 years. It began with the farm crises which were going on all over the country. Farm prices had dropped drastically, forcing many farmers to borrow money at an exorbitant rate of interest, and causing them to go further behind each year. We were no exception; the fellows had overextended the farming and we were working harder and going deeper in debt with every move we made. I thought perhaps that all our years of hard work had been done for nothing. 1980 - Sue, following the birth of Kaleisha, was found to have incurable cancer. Kathleen and I visited her many times at University Hospital, and twice in the next 9 months she was released for 2-3 days at a time, time which she spent with me and her baby. She died on April 15th, 1981 on the same day that Tyler was born to Rick and Shelley. The day she was buried, my dad suffered his first heart attack. When i called to inform Terry, Marge told me that Pam had just been told she needed laser surgery on her eye. The operation was not a success and she lost the vision in that eye. She and Marge made several trips to John Hopkins Hospital where she was treated further, but by the end of 1981, she was essentially blind. Her kidneys began to fail and it was necessary that she .52. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/27d6ba03708405d2715a4d57569ecb73.jpg 9fb0494cbbeffaf81358a01ff2e3a609 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 56) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 53 of Day by Day] go on dialysis, a very harsh experience. Dad entered the hospital in July and was never well again, dying in late December. 1983 was the year from hell: Kathleen fell and broke her hip - was in Zanesville hospital, a long trip for us to go to see her. Chery donated a kidney to Pam, operation taking place at OSU hospital. At the same time I was losing two of my closest friends to cancer. I, too, was facing major surgery and returned from the doctor one day to find a thunderstorm approaching. I heard a terrific clap of thunder, and not too long after PaBee called to tell me that he, Scott and 2 of Scott's friends had been hit with lightning. One of Scott's friends died that evening at Mt. Carmel. I had surgery later that summer. In 1984 Kathleen, just beginning to recuperate from hip surgery, was hit with cancer. Then began chemotherapy with all the bad side effects and I spent innumerable hours going back and forth to Mt. Vernon. 1985 came along with our golden wedding. Both Kathleen and Roland came, both looking terrible. Roland entered the hospital in July and died very late in the year. 1986 and 1987 brought our greatest sorrow. Terry had been very ill for a long time but he visited us in Florida in January and, although I cried bitter tears after he left, I had not thought of the possibility of death. He had been planning to start a dairy - don't ask me why - but he died very suddenly one night after visiting Shirley. He was such an ideal son, such a loved person, such a good person that I'll never be able to understand a loss like this. In 1988 we received another real blow when Gerry died unexpectedly. She and Wayne had been a .53. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ef1c98e9455b6b8959d61318cdddc36f.jpg e6c46962ef9981efc6df81671c155b82 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 57) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 54 of Day by Day] close part of our lives for a long time and it was hard to imagine being without her. In 1989, we celebrated Kathleen's 5 year remission from cancer. This was in April; in October, she was told the disease had returned and she had 2-3 months to live. She died on Christmas Eve 1989. This terrible time ended with illness on my part. A severe leg pain was diagnosed (after a year) as being spinal stenosis with affects the sciatic nerve. That was followed by a year of severe dizziness which was never diagnosed, although numerous tests were made. So finally the 1980's came to an end. In that whole decade, there were few weeks when we did not have someone in the hospital, seriously ill. Without our friends and participation in outside activities, the above years could have buried us, but with our friends we did manage to have some nice times. First of course, was the crowd at Sun N Fun. there was always someone there to talk to, eat with, go fishing with, or just sit with. We participated in church and choir and that alone kept us busy. The camp also put on a variety show each winter, and that kept us busy for several weeks during January and February. When we returned home in the spring, we resumed our activities with the TTT camping club. We were such an odd assortment of people (all ages and occupations) that you would have thought we'd find no common meeting ground, but we had a ball together. One of the older members was the sprightliest one quiet one did beautiful needle work; the former school coach was a great storyteller; all of us were good eaters. We always .54. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d2a12a4c656e6626c0da012243620bf1.jpg 561234c643ed8d1eb7354999bac2ccc6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 58) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 55 of Day by Day] had one great potluck dinner and then had leftovers for Sunday dinner. At our house once, I asked each member to come prepared with a program item and not one failed to come up with either a reading, a quiz, a magic trick, a poem, a silly game, or a musical rendition. At Christmas time we always had a special dinner prepared by us and held in a beautiful old house in Granville. Gifts were exchanged, and then we left to meet again in early spring. The group still meets occasionally, but the camping ceased after the death of some of most loved members. The Sunbury News, Thurs, May 2, 1985 Wendall Days Celebrate Anniversary Mr. and Mrs. Wendell Day [photo] .55. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/69f9171d5c727be0f95f9ba9f65b8df8.jpg 8698c80d5dd46ec2baa52f7ff594eba1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 59) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 56 of Day by Day] Then there was our golden wedding in the 80's. Unknown to us, our kids met one night while we were in Florida and planned a party, even going so far as to make up an invitation, a copy of which is on the next page. We were reluctant to have anything done for us, because it would occur one month after we returned from Florida and we felt it would be a really rushed time. But the kids prevailed, so the day came. It was beautiful, the food was delicious, and the people who attended just amazed me, all of the TTT club was there, many church friends, neighbors, children of old friends of ours, work-related friends and many friends from Sun N Fun including some from Indiana, Michigan, Canton, and many places in central Ohio. It was a marvelous day and one which we relived and remembered many times. Golden Wedding Anniversary May 5, 1985 [photo] .56. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/48c194f5995e7adb0d4618041789c173.jpg 408f08919be675b7a05b5ed100122abb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 60) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 57 of Day by Day] [image] .57. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f018433a35936cd6f0a40a4e776004ef.jpg 247a31be7b58012b319cdb2450455d89 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 61) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 58 of Day by Day] During the 80's we also took several trips with Wendell's company. We were anxious to go to the Barbados, and much as I hate flying, I will have to say our flight there and back was beautiful. As soon as we landed in Barbados, however, I was ready to leave. I cannot understand what the Britishers see in it. It's very small, has none of the lush tropical growth you would expect, has birds that fly into the restaurants and sit on your table, has snakes that crawl in bushes over your head, and does not have nice beaches. One of our group went swimming close to the shoreline and was washed repeatedly against the sharp, rocky crags found there. He was injured quite badly. Do you get the feeling that we didn't appreciate Barbados? You're right. The Repparts had come down to Florida to keep our dog "Sugar" while we were gone. We drove to Miami in the motorhome and left the Honda for them. They used the car once, lost the key, and were stranded in camp for a week; we parked about a mile from the terminal in Miami and returned to find the motorhome wouldn't start; neither of us cared for our Barbados vacation. You'll discover that some vacations are like that. The Houses We've Owned My first home was a rather small house for what was, for the most of my life at home, a home for six. It consisted of a nice sized kitchen, a very narrow room that was called a dining room with a closet at one end, an ample bedroom, small living room and two upstairs bedrooms with the tiniest closets ever made. My folks began by remodeling the kitchen, getting running water for the first time in the early 1930's. Later, they enclosed part of a porch to make a nice dining room, and .58. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/48e64b242d8fca964e9c4f8366bac72b.jpg 7739af14e4beef4867163aa5e704adaf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 62) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 59 of Day by Day] later added several feet on the west side to enlarge the living room and put in a bath. I never enjoyed this last addition I was married and living in the poor little house which burned. We then moved to the "white" house which we remodeled, doing the kitchen first, later adding a bath and later redid the front part of the house. Every house I had lived in until then was miserably cold. At home we carried heated sad irons to bed to warm our feet so we could fall asleep. To go to bed each night we carried a lantern to light our way and one night I turned it upside down to blow out the flame. Needless to say, flames shot out and our screams brought Dad up the stairs in record time. The miserable cold did not subside in the white house because it was not insulated and the windows were so loose they rattled. Each morning when I picked up Terry his little hands looked like swollen sausage links because he had gotten so cold in the night. Just when we got this house renewed we moved down to the gray house and began restoration all over again, this time stripping the downstairs rooms, insulating it well and installing an automatic furnace. It was during the late 50's that we also built a large cement block swimming pool which was a major source of enjoyment for many years. We lived there for many years but work in houses did not cease for we bought the rooming house which was endless work, but it provided a home for Terry and Marge while he finished his education. Houses 5 and 6 were those on the Chamberlin farm, and while we did not remodel them, our hammers and paintbrushes were always in reach. .59. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7ca5276ecdb23dde6803dcbe22195227.jpg 94d9a66677634aa06ace4962675c6754 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 63) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 60 of Day by Day] When we purchased property on Rosecrans Road and restored house no. 7, I decided I'd had enough. We had improved every house we had owned, spending hours and hours in hard, dirty work. And it was a task repeated over and over, because some of this was rental property and each time a tenant moved out, almost always we had a major renovation facing us. Then even my little Florida home betrayed me. Dad died at Christmas time in 1982 and we stayed home that winter. We always stored our trailer in a field near the camp, taking the precaution of using plenty of insecticide and mildew killer. We wrote down asking the owner of the field to take our check and renew the bug and mildew preparations. But when we walked into the trailer on an exetremely hot day in mid-October 1983, we almost turned and ran. Everything we could see was either covered with dirt or had been chewed by something. George Main had often told us that we could use his place at any time and we really had no choice at this time. We started with garbage sacks and removed EVERYTHING from the trailer, every towel, bed linen, drapery, curtain, small clothing items went into sacks and were taken to the laundry where we spent 3 full days just washing, drying, and folding. We stayed at Main's home for three nights but decided we had to move the trailer so that we could obtain hot water and electricity. We proceeded to wash down every square inch of the trailer, washed every utensil, dish, piece of silverware and finally after 4 days of hard, sweltering work, we cleaned and swept the carpet. Then little by little, we replaced our laundered items. .60. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/66f646a68c5d04a81db2c76ee208e06e.jpg 912c4fafb2f1e038949528f26de73f3e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 64) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 61 of Day by Day] We do not know what caused the damage - Florida has some hideous flying insects that could have been what chewed some of the linens. What I do know is that we never trusted that particular guy with our trailer again. It was only when we built that I was able to move into a clean, warm house for the first time and what a blessing it was, and is for me. No remodeling, no painting, no snow on my bed, no unwanted mice in my basement! I love it! Remembering Sights, Sounds, and Smells If someone were to blindfold me and lead me into an old time school cloak room I would know it at once by its smell - a mixture of damp woolen mittens and coats, boots and the ever present smell of bananas and peanut butter sandwiches in lunch pails. Peanut butter in those days must have been blended with glue - one bite and your jaw locked. Many of the boys in our school trapped animals for their fur which would sell for a small sum. Every once in a while they would come to the classroom after having tangled with a skunk and would have to be sent home by the teacher with orders to become bearable before returning. Smells that I remember; fragrant new-mown hay; the hot iron smell in Curt's blacksmith shop; the smell of bees and honey, freshly turned earth, cold ashes in the ash pan. I especially remember the smell of freshly baked yeast roll, and will always remember how grandma hid her bananas in the closet and we found them by their odor. Among the beautiful things we've experienced on the farm have been the phenomena of Nature. It has .61. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/084822949dc2af68b7d88ab261506a6c.jpg cb48bd7dd2405d0d405fd20db15bd1dd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 65) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 62 of Day by Day] been years since I've seen a showing of "northern Lights" but I remember one night in the 1950's when Wendell and I sat in our side yard and witnessed the bright white light that lit up the sky, Old Mother Nature outdid herself throwing bight orange, green and blue streamers halfway across the sky. One frosty winter night Wendall called me to "come look" at something. Going outside, I looked up at a full moon which was completely encircled by a large rainbow-colored corona. The corona was so far from the moon that they seemed to have no relation, even though you know that the moonlight shining on frost crystals had caused it. Another unforgettable sight happened as we were going over Murphy's Hill. Wendell was driving and as I looked to my right I saw this bright thing, larger than a star, with a long streamer behind sailing across the sky. I yelled but Wendall was unable to get the car stopped until just shortly before it hit ground. Even so he was impressed with his first sighting of a 'meteor' and I was almost speechless. It was a lot more breathtaking than my first glance at the satellite we all followed. We used to shock corn in the days before combines. The corn was cut and tied into small bundles which were than set into standing shocks. There is nothing more mysterious or beautiful than a large field of shocked corn under a bright, full October moon. They always reminded me of rows of tepees, and I could imagine that I could almost see Indians creeping across the field much as they did .62. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/10b5472485e0ef7dc29e575a315692bd.jpg 1c82f2582fdb2f7f0e04e39315eed4a4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 66) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 63 of Day by Day] Hundreds of years ago when they left their spearpoints, pestles, axes, and grinding stones for us to find! One of the prettier farm sights is that of a field of rowed soybeans just beginning to bush out a little. Since the advent of pesticides, which enable one to overcome the large weeds that smother beans, farmers have gone back to drilled beans which aren't nearly as pretty. Wheat and oats are always gorgeous. Bright green just as we enter winter and again in earliest spring, they then turn into a beautiful golden color in summer. when the wind is gentle with them, the stalks bend and ripple like a giant wave. It used to be that we threshed wheat, separating the grain from the straw and putting the grain on wagons or in sacks and thrusting the straw out of the machine and into a large stack. We couldn't wait for the stack to form so that we could climb to the top and slide down the shiny side. Of course with the coming of combines, it meant that farmers could harvest their crops at the time they wished without waiting their turn in the "threshing ring." And the wives could celebrate also - they no longer had to prepare those monstrous dinners that the men remember so fondly. Flashback and Feedbacks We had a big laugh at Lee's expense, when he went fishing in Canada and stayed in a rustic log cabin. Along with usual inconveniences such as no electricity, running water, etc. they were using something that he had never seen before and which in his words absolutely "grossed him out." It .63. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e14dabe2c0c4319e2e7d2458817a01b4.jpg 9f5521113b2f0ef8b27961da767893f3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 67) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 64 of Day by Day] turned out it was a fly strip, an item which used to hang in every farm kitchen. You open it and as the narrow mucilaged strip unrolled it caught and trapped flies in its sticky mess. Revolting, yes, but it saved a lot of swatting! Flies were one of the worst things we endured as children. They lit on you when you were hot and sweaty, they crawled on you as you tried to sleep. They bedeviled the cows and horses beyond bearing causing the cows to switch the milkers and even to hold up their milk. They blackened screen doors before a storm. And worst, they crawled on every bit of exposed food, ruining picnics and family get-togethers. It was a time of rejoicing when DDT finally got rid of most of them. Mosquitos and ticks didn't seem to be the pests then as much as now. Maybe because we went to bed early, thus missing the mosquitos. What we did have to hurt us, because we were forced to go barefoot, were the thorns, rusty nails, pitchforks, and barbed wire pieces all of which were as attracted to my feet as if I had a large magnet in each foot. I remember one summer I hobbled on a badly infected foot caused by stepping on a stone. Finally came the day when I could go outdoors again, and almost the first thing I did was step on a pitchfork! I hated doctors, because each time I saw one, the remedy was either castor oil or a puncture of a foot wound. As I said in the beginning, these things I have written are remembrances of our life together. For your parent's childhood, you'll have to get them to write them down. However, in looking back, I think of many things I do not wish to forget. .64. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3439e5bd6cda6b1be07bf8eee76e21f4.jpg 51e412add7665006f33312b302168fec Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 68) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 65 of Day by Day] When Terry and Shirley were little, they became known to one another as "Bus" and "Baby" and those names stuck through high school. We did not have anything to do with the names being used and where they came up with them, I do not know. Shirley did not have to talk early; Terry anticipated everything she wanted and they seemed to develop a language of their own. When we could not understand her, he interpreted her words. RicK was anxious to get going in the world; he's still impatient. He never crawled and when we got him a walker at 6 months he turned our kitchen into a racing track. He could charge full speed ahead and turn on a dime and he learned to walk at 9 months. We lived in a drive back about 100 feet from the road and just across a narrow road; at the foot of the lane stood 2 full grown trees just wide enough apart to get a tractor through. One day after parking the car on top of the hill, wheels turned slightly to the bank, we entered the house for a cup of coffee. Shortly afterward, we looked out and our car was gone! Running out, we finally spotted it across the road in the field south of the house. We ran down see how much damage had been done to the car. Inconceivable as it might seem if you had ever seen those trees and how close they were, there was no a mark on the car. Even more inconceivable was that on the back floor of the car, Shirley and Terry were still playing with something. Evidently when they got in and shut the door, that was enough to start the car downhill. But I think I'd be safe in saying that if one were to park a car on the exact same spot, the chances .65. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2588de35e2a1caec22313e618a760f17.jpg a00730639c84b7e385001144f6fa0e1c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 69) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 66 of Day by Day] would be about one in a thousand that it would go through those two trees unmarked. Terry used to stand by the east dining room window every morning and when the milk truck drove in he'd always say, "ere goes-a milka tuck". He spoke slowly and distinctly and we understood everything he said, but he couldn't explain that Italian accent. He also said, "bi-sa-ca-shew" for bicycle. You figure! Pam could not say "horse." Over and over the word came "force." One day PaBee tried to help her with her pronunciation, teaching her the "ho" sound and forcing her lips into the position to make the sound. Over and over they tried with Pam making the sound. Then he said, "Say I see a horse." And Pam said, "I see a force." I guess it's something you just out grow. Lee and Gina weren't with us as much when real small, but PaBee never forgot one sight of Lee. We walked into their kitchen shortly after Pearl had given him a Sugar Daddy and in Wendell's words "That kid had chocolate from his head to his feet" and Pearl was just standing there laughing. Shirley, Geno Jr., were 2 beautiful babies with their dark curls, one with blue, one with brown eyes and their wonderful complexions. I wish I'd had a color camera when Shirley was small. Chery was always the quiet, thoughtful one in the family. She didn't argue, and she would usually go along with anything Pam suggested but once in a while she would dig in her heels and .66. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/274f938b5e45685c34963f0d74a9a240.jpg 46abd200d465b4055eb047623ea2c4c5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 70) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 67 of Day by Day] resist. Chery is till the very organized person in the family. Lee and Scott had the knack of our generation, that of creating one's own entertainment. They use to take twine and hitch up a pretend plow (a stick), then plow a ditch and plant seeds. They once used twine string to tie 3 pretty large boards together which they imagined was an airplane. The next thing we knew they were "flying" out a second story window. And do you remember the time they found an old lantern and were filling it with gasoline in preparation for a campfire? That lighting would have buried half our farms. Lisa was always the independent child and as she grew older, tended to impress or shock you with her insight or actions. But I'll never forget one day at home she invited a few kids in to play in our motor home. Hanging in the trailer was a beautiful Della Robbia wreath bought at the Twig bazaar and so loved by me that I took it to Florida with me. When I entered the trailer an hour or so later, there sat four kids at my table each with a cereal bowl, the bowls full of cherries, grapes raspberries and every other fruit from my wreath which they had dismantled. Lisa probably recalls to this day my first look and the words, "you kids are not leaving here until every grape is back on the vines and all the wreath is put back as it was." Of course, they couldn't do it, but spent a few hours of trying and possibly learned a lesson in the process. .67. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f2a2f46ea43a62cb1c3b753c9a3ed052.jpg ef10cc400c1e4d962292ad99d040fcd3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 71) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 68 of Day by Day] Tyler Day [photo] Tyler Day was the last of our grandchildren, a little red-head who made a good impression upon everyone who saw him. He stayed with us many times when small, and I miss him greatly since he moved to Findlay. Tyler had some speech problems which lasted well into his second grade, but he's a great student and a great kid. We never allowed our children and grandchildren to sleep with us. One night when Scott was about 3 years of age, and staying over with us, a terrific thunderstorm came up. It awakened me and I hear Scott, who was on the sofa just outside our bedroom, begin to stir. Finally I heard him creep over to our door but he didn't say anything. I waited then called out, "Scott do you want to come in here with us?" With one bound, he was in our room saying, "Funder scares me to deaf." Snuggled between us, he was soon sound asleep, his fears of "funder" forgotten. A farm is not only long hours of hard dirty work, but a place of many accidents and dangers. Within 2 1/2 miles of our farm, I could think of 17 major accidents, 13 of them resulting in death most of them were very young people, only 2 of these 13 being adults. On of the saddest funerals I ever played for was for a small boy who was playing in the pasture .68. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a39766c6dec80b9f4873e01bbe057c79.jpg 25df1bb3a5bf67aad868be2d1d8c6a77 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 72) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 69 of Day by Day] and fell into an iron stake set out to hold a salt block. He died in his father's arms a few minutes later. Another child fell from a silo, one caught his hands in the moving gears of a grain drill, another suffocated under loose saw dust. There were tractor upsets, chain-saw accidents, car accidents, mowing machine and combine worries. Each piece of machinery on the farm could become a death instrument in a flash, so it was small wonder that one was continually admonishing everyone else to "be careful." The Chamberlain farm and its owners have been especially hard hit, with major accidents which included four deaths. After the lightning strike on our farm, PaBee never cared to go back out to the farm. However, both of us did help Terry try to get his dairy herd in order in 1987. He died just a week after we were there to help, and both Wendell and I lost all interest in the farm. I still own a part of it, but it's rented out and I see little of it. Did you ever wonder why you call your grandparents "Bee" and PaBee"? Well, here's the answer. I had always wanted a nickname but the name "Doris" is not the easiest name in the world to use to coin a nickname, so I was always known by my my full name, "Doris Marie." Then when I was twelve, we welcomed into our family my kid brother, also known by the name of Wendell. When he began talking tried to get my attention, it was impossible for him to enunciate .69. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/10c30179ea0272064cf894243a87f96d.jpg b222e6b30300515041d8ed008ed4a136 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 73) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 70 of Day by Day] my full name, calling me instead "Do Bee." Later he shortened it to Bee, has called me that all his life, and finally gave me a nickname that stuck, because most of my family used it in addressing me as did your grandfather, my Wendell. I was made a grandmother at a young age and had no objection until a neighbor, 25 years my senior, began referring to me as "grandma." so when Pam began talking, I encouraged her to call me "Bee." That was fine until she began calling Wendell "MaBee" at which time he asked her to call him "PaBee." To this day, all the grandchildren, some of our nieces and nephews and even some of their young friends address us this way. And that , Lee, is why when your teacher asked you to tell something about your grandparents you told her "I don't have any grandma or grandpa - just Nani and Nuner, Bee and Pabee!" My life as you can see has not been glamorous or exciting, but one of much hard work and, at times, one of frustration. But along the way, there had been so much to enjoy - friends, music, church, family books for learning and pleasure, fairly good health, a sound mind - that I can't complain. To those of you who thought this writing was on genealogy, no. That was not the purpose of this. But about a month ago I found a writing done by one of my ancestors in the mid 1700's and I'm having a copy made for the back of the book so that you can read it and truly appreciate how much you have. .70. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ea29295725a133c33ca2836fb396836b.jpg d48f6645adf01046a40b18253d74a84c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 74) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 71 of Day by Day] I would remind you, too, that I'm glad: You don't pump water for a dairy - a turn of the tap does it. You don't do hand washing - you have automatic washers. You don't hang up wet clothes - you use a dryer. You don't stoke the furnace several times a day - it's automatic heat. You don't light candles or lamps - a flip of the switch make light, etc., etc. In addition, mixes of all kinds have shortened cooking immensely. Supermarkets hold all kinds of canned fruits and vegetables or even fresh produce. It's hard to believe that we rarely saw celery or lettuce when I was a child, and an orange in our Christmas stocking was a real treat. It's been an amazing change that I've seen in my lifetime in everything from transportation to clothing, education to morals, foods to indoor conveniences. As someone said, "Enjoy today. You are living better than any king lived a century ago." In conclusion, I have just a word for you, my grandchildren. We've enjoyed each and everyone of you regardless of whose genes you wound up with. We've shared your illnesses (cried many tears over you), your good times, your first word, your first step. We've rocked you, singing "Rock-a-Bye Baby" ten thousand times, changed you, consoled you, hugged you, argued with you, yelled at you and yes, even spanked one of you once. And through it all, we had a ball. Hope you did, too. Love, Bee and PaBee .71. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/54f0e1a47127e356e4fcd3b8c1e84b7a.jpg c82dc757d5550b04ec4e7cfc151fc24e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 75) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 72 of Day by Day] Our First Great-Grandchildren Erik Day [photo] Ryan Day [photo] 4 Generations Rick, Wendell, Scott, and baby Erik [photo] .72. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9c5bf7b55e47324de20be4ee75b083d3.jpg 3dccdeb8c032fb3cda25ab9c2d090651 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 76) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to page 73 of Day by Day] Our Family Today Birthday Gathering for Doris 1991 1st Row: Marge Day, Scott Day, Pam Day Given 2nd Row: Juanita Day, Doris Day, Wendell Day 3rd Row: Chery Ortlieb, Shirley Alessio, Lisa Day, Rick Day 4th Row: Jim Ortlieb, Gino Alessio, Mott Given .73. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/86c86e3f6a1f802b41202ddac607aa43.jpg 01d3236b68f5ef5ba42c906df0306d07 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 77) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to unnumbered page 74 of Day by Day] Lewis H. Davidson. The following sketch from the pen of Rev. Lewis H. Davidson, of Washington township, a few additions, appeared in the Freeport Press of April 16, 1890. It shows some of the many hardships endured by the pioneers in general, and this truly representative family in particular. "My great-grandfather, William Davidson, was born in Ireland, and emigrated to the United States in very early days, and after being married, and having four sons, was captured by the Indians before the Revolutionary War, and was lost to all knowledge of his friends. My grandfather, William Davidson (second), on my father's side, was born November 20, 1747. He was married first to Rosanna Hutchinson, who was born in Wales. This union resulted in five children - three sons and two daughters. His second marriage was with Barbara McDale; result eight children - five sons and three daughters. My father, Lewis Davidson, was of the first set of children, and was born in Fayette County, Penn., March 23, 1773. My mother, Mary Davidson, daughter of Lewis Davidson, full brother of William (second), was born in Allegany County, Md., September 23, 1778. Her mother's name was Nancy Todd, and she was born in England. My mother was one of fourteen children, all full brothers and sisters. My father and mother were married in Fayette County, Penn., in July 1798, by Rev. James Roberts. the result of this union was twelve children - eight sons and four daughters - namely: William. Nancy, Rosanna, John S., Mordecai W., Lewis H., Susanna., Mary., Jesse., Thomas L., Joseph C., and Jonathan S. In 1802 my father and mother , with a number of other families moved down the Ohio river in large canoes fastened together, and landed on the west side of the Ohio river opposite where Catlettsburg is now located. After remaining there about one year, my father bought land in French grant, in Scioto County, Ohio, where they remained until March 1909. I was born at that place February 23, 1809. This location proved to be sickly - chills and fever. Here two of their children died: Nancy and Rosanna. My parents proposed to move back to Pennsylvania, and having sold their land, and the weather becoming fine the last week of March, they commenced the tedious journey, packing all they intended to move on two mares. My mother carried me in her arms on horseback, and an older brother, John S., behind her and Mordecai W. was in father's arms on the other mare, and William who was in is tenth year walked. They come to the Muskingham River at Zanesville, April 2, 1809, and my mother forded that river with me in her arms. They had fine weather to travel in, and all went well until they reached the big Stillwater Creek, between where now in Smyrna and Moorefield. One of their mares, being very warm, drank too much water, and by the time they reached the John lamb farm, one mile east of Moorefield, she was so sick they stopped, and there she died. This stopped them in their journey to Pennsylvania. "My father rented a small cabin nearby and remained there that summer and next winter. During that time he entered the quarter section of land which L. D. Latham now occupies, three miles west of Freeport. On March 10, 1810, my father moved his family down on the east side of Big Stillwater, and stopped with Daniel McGloughlin, who then lived where the widow Bevans now lives. In a few days he erected a cabin on his own land, and soon moved into it. It had a "cat-and-clay" chimney, split puncheons for a floor, clapboards pinned together with wooden pins for a door to keep out wolves, as well as everything else, but which did not prevent us from hearing the wolves howling a few yards from the door. We were also surrounded with other wild game, such as bears, deer, turkeys, and smaller game, which were much used for food by families, the hides of the deer dressed for clothing. Those were trying times, indeed! Daniel Esley had a little mill at that time, built of small logs, standing where the Hess mill is now located. The dam was built of brush and dirt, and very leaky at that, and when it was very dry weather we often had to pound out corn into meal in a hominy block, and live on potatoes, squashes, pumpkins roasting ears, and beans. In 1812 my father erected the first hewed-log and shingle-roofed house that was ever built in the valley of Crab Orchard, carrying nails for the roof from Newellstown (now St. Clairsville) in a sack on horseback, and paying a high price for them. But just when the new inhabitants had cleared a few patches to raise corn and potatoes, the http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a0b986b886d735de219f5fc3ddde764e.jpg c113b6f853c3665f6e0cc3f134a5a85e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 78) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to unnumbered page 74 of Day by Day] distressing War of 1812 called all the able bodied men in Ohio to arms; as it is well known that Ohio and the western frontier suffered more than any other part of the United States, on account of the alliance between the British and Indians, the British offering the Indians a high price for every white scalp they would produce. At this time father was suffering badly with rheumatism as to be unable to work, having lost the entire used of his legs, yet he did not escape the 'draft,' and I remember well his being carried from the house by two strong men to be put on horse back to ride to New Philadelphia to answer his name, and prove his inability to go to the front. I can not recollect the excitement when word reached this part of the State that Shipley and Warnock were killed by the Indians about forty miles from this place. Immediately following this report the entire neighborhood about Freeport was alarmed over a rumor that an Indian attack was to be made upon them; and from far and near families flocked to the village for safety, which was found in a house of huge round logs that had been erected for the very purpose it was called to serve. Our family was among those who hastily sought this shelter, and while en route on horseback, riding behind my father, I remember falling from the horse and rolling down a steep embankment, which so hurt me as to cause me to cry aloud. My outcry was only hushed when warned that unless I would cease the Indians would hear me and come and massacre us all. Some two days in doubt and expectancy were passed in the village, when, the fears of the settlers subsiding, they returned to their homes. When the war closed, this part of the State settled up rapidly, and soon the people became prosperous in their undertakings. "We soon had churches in Freeport, and church organizations, good preachers and good congregations. In early life I became interested in the Christian religion, my father and mother being members of the Methodist Episcopal Church. On April 15, 1827 I united with the Methodist Episcopal Church of Freeport, Ohio, two sisters, Susanna and Mary, uniting at the same time. Thus we joined hands that we would walk with God during natural lives, long or short. My sister, Mary, has gone to the spirit land, dying in the faith of the Son of God. My sister, Susanna Latham, it still lingering on the stage of action, but with good hope of eternal life beyond the grave. She is greatly blessed with a daughter and son-in-law to take care of her in her declining years. In 1829 I bought 100 acres of land in Washington Township, Tuscarawas Co., Ohio. On January 7 1830, I was united in marriage to Lucinda Latham near Moorefield, Ohio: she was born in Fauquier County, Va., September 18, 1910. The result of this union was seven children - four sons and three daughters-namely: Isiah, Mary, Lucy, James M., Latham A., Sarah E., and Alexander J. Three of theses, Isiah, Lucy and Sarah, died in Infancy: James M. volunteered in the United State service August 9, 1862, and became a member of Company F, Ninety-eight regiment, O.V.I. (he was mortally wounded September 20, 1863, in the memorable battle of Chickamauga, and was lost to all knowledge of his friends). My daughter, Mary McPeck, lives near Jewett, Ohio. Latham A. is living in West Milford, Harrison Co., W. Va. Alexander J. is living near Tucson, Ariz. "In September, 1830, my wife and I went to that wild woodland that I had purchased in Tuscarawas County, to fix upon a location for a cabin, and after wading through the high weeds and brush for awhile, we located the site near a spring. I had my ax in hand, ready to cut down the large oaks that stood all around. I looked at my better half, and asked if she thought we could make a living in that place. Her eyes began to fill with tears, and turning her back to me , she walked off to a large oak tree down, the one I had intended for the foundation of my house, this being the first break on those 100 acres. I soon had my cabin up, and I soon finished my chimney, then commenced grubbing for my next summer corn field. When there was snow on the ground I would chop rail timber, and when there was no snow I either split rails or grubbed, so when the time came for planting corn I had three and a quarter acres cleared and well fenced; also in the meantime had made 2,000 rails for my neighbors. I will also say my wife was often seen picking the small brush on the clearing after working the http://66.213.124.233/files/original/462c4e8fed2daff3a96819d2dcfd8899.jpg 33417009195b8e75293b9c772139409c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 79) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to unnumbered page 75 of Day by Day] little garden that I had prepared soon after we had moved to that place. We continued on this place until December 1, 1835. During our stay there I cleared and fenced about twenty-five acres of land, and made about 8,000 rails for my neighbors. I made oak rails at twenty-five cents, and chestnut rails at twenty cents per hundred. "In the fall of 1835, my health failed, and during much of the time I was prostrated. This was the cause of our selling our land at that place and moving to Freeport on the first day of December, 1835. In April, 1836, I bought some goods and went into mercantile business on a small scale. In the summer of 1837 I changed my business, and moved out on the Crab Orchard Creek. In October 1837, I, in company with a brother, went to Blackford County, Ind., and bought eighty acres of land. In November I rented what was called the Dewey Farm, on Crab Orchard Creek. Here we remained for seventeen months. In 1839, having bought the interest of some of the heirs of the farm on which I was reared, I erected a house, where L. D. Latham now lives, and moved to that place. On May 8, 1842 I received, from the Methodist Episcopal Church, license to exhort, and on February 8, 1845, to preach the gospel. On June 23, 1850, I received a deacon's orders by the hand of Bishop Janes, an elder's orders on March 20, 1864, by the hand of Bishop Scott. In December, 1845, I rented the mill property belonging to Nelson Driggs, moved to that place, and remained there until the day of April, 1847, when we moved to what was known as the Barrett Mill, having bought an interest in that property. "Here we remained until the first of April, 1851, when , having sold my interest in the mill property, we moved back to the mill and farm property of Nelson Driggs. About the time we had our corn planted, Driggs sold his mill and farm to Andrew Stewart, and came to me and requested that I release the rent on the farm, and he would pay damage. Stewart wished to repair the mill, but wished me to continue to farm and cut the hay and tend the corn. In December, 1851, Driggs put a nice lot of goods in the house where Turner now keeps his meat shop, and requested me to move into that house on the 8th of December, 1851, and took charge of his goods. In March , 1852, Driggs sold all his store goods on both sides of the street to Isaac Holloway and Benjamion Parsons, and they placed all the goods in the brick house where Peairs Bros. now have their store, employing me to sell their goods for one year. About one month after I took possession of the goods Sheriff Boyd of Cadiz came and demanded the key of the store- house in favor Driggs' Eastern creditors. I had then the privilege of being idle awhile. The owners of the good replevined them, it soon passed though the court, and the goods passed back to Holloway & Parsons, and I began in my former business. We remained in the store until April 1853. For the past two years we had been receiving rent from a farm of eighty acres near Tippicanoe, which I had bought in 1851. In 1851 I rented a small farm from Samuel Green, and moved there in April. On January1, 1854, I bought from John Vandota the farm we now occupy, and moved upon it March 1, 1854. On the 4th January, that year, I was appointed by Presiding Elder J. G. Samson, to take charge as pastor, of the Methodist Episcopal Church at Sewellsville and Salem, and there I labored nearly six months, and received into the church over fifty members . Soon after I finished my labors there we attached ourselves to the Tippecanoe Class, Deersville Circuit; I was called upon to preach to the people. In 1855, in a quarterly conference at the Valley Church, a resolution was offered and unanimously passed that my family and I should be exempt from paying quarterage. This exemption continued for a while, and I thought, lest there be some jealous feelings toward me by my brethren, I would propose a change in the matter. I addressed the following letter to the quarterly conference, I being sick and not able to attend: Tippecanoe, August 27, 1858 Dear Brethren of the Quarterly Conference of Deersville Circuit, Pittsburgh Conference: Whereas, at the quarterly conference, held at Pleasant Valley, there was a resolution unanimously adopted that myself and my family be exempt from paying quarterage, and while I highly appreciate and shall ever feel bound to appreciate the act of my brethren in passing this resolution unanimously as a a compliment to me, I move that the above resolution be rescinded, and the names of myself and my family be place among the paying members of the circuit. Yours fraternally, L. H. Davidson "On September 16, 1857, I was http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d26dde7a4a52edb45b708906fcc28755.jpg 94cfb0eb4d56362ad8298a65db7d504d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 80) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to unnumbered page 76 of Day by Day] appointed agent of the American Bible Society for Guernsey County, Ohio commencing the 16th day of September and ending the 29 day of January, 1858. Number of families visited, 894: number of days engaged, 104: whole amount of cash received, $402.19: number of addresses delivered, 28: value of Bibles and Testaments given to destitute families, $17.66. A few years ago we attached ourselves to a class in Freeport on account of the convenience, as we are in our declining years. I have been appointed executor of administrator of the estate of the following persons: My Father, Susanna Buffington, Robert A Latham, Mary L. Hill. Asa Miller, John McCormick, Amanda Bargar, Reuben Allen, James B. Jenkins, and Guardian for Ham Hogue's heirs and William McCormick. Up to date, January 18, 1891, I have solemnized marriage contracts between ninety-eight couples. My work is now almost finished. There are a few of my early acquaintances with me living on the stage of action; Elijah Carver, Samuel Wilson, James Kerr, widow John Phillipps, Zera Davidson and wife, Robert Mears, Bazil Steel, John Miller, William Perdue, Robert Wilkin, Robert Tedrick, Mary A. Stewart, widow of Andrew Stewart: all these our youth met each other with warm hearts and friendly hands, but soon these hands and hearts will be cold in death. But if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him, and shall change our vile bodies that they may be alike fashioned unto His glorious body." Taken from a book on Harrison County, Ohio held in The Licking county Genealogical society. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6a1294e7203c9a6f9757fe2f30821d9d.jpg 8f95d58a3b09b778326e7e21be06348b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day (p. 81) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to back cover of Day by Day} Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Family Histories Description An account of the resource This collection contains family histories that have been written by residents of the Big Walnut area. Items in this collection generally contain genealogical information about the families, personal anecdotes, and images of family members. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Day by Day Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Author Doris Davidson Day Subject The topic of the resource Davidson family--Genealogy Day family--Genealogy Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury--History Personal narratives--Doris Davidson Day (1917-2010) Description An account of the resource This family history provides general histories of 5 generations of the Davidson, Day, Glenn, Cline, and Cowell families, from 1899-1995. Author Doris Davidson Day puts into print memories of her childhood, marriage, work, joys, and sorrows. 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Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (1) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 1 of Doors of Corridors of Memories DOORS to the CORRIDORS of MEMORIES by Jeannette Curren http://66.213.124.233/files/original/90206aa85031c79599a475c8e01d00ed.jpg d8686de701ed2bd2cb280e22cae8d1a5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (2) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to the inside cover of Doors to the Corridors of Memories illustration of Community Library Bookplate http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5c60f2d751ed1447cfe2273791104d80.jpg c2d61b254ea8833a3e50f80c1a68e9eb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (4) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to numbered page 1 of Doors of Corridors of Memories THE DOORS TO CORRIDORS OF MEMORY During the twenty- first year of the twentieth century on a very humid warm day -- the twenty-third of August--in the quiet rural village of Galena, Ohio, Anna May Bohman Goff gave birth to her seventh child-- and the second girl. Already there were five, healthy, active boys who kept their father, Frank Sidel Goff, deeply involved in wage earning and fraternal maneuvering. A beautiful six-year old girl, upon whom he doted, completed the family grouping. Two interesting sources are rumored to have been the basis for the name given the new baby girl. Frank was enamored by a poem entitled "Jeannette and Jo" appearing in McGuffy Reader, while Anna leaned toward the name of her mother's sisters-- Jeanette and Elnora. The parents agreed. Because the McGuffey Readers from which Frank and Anna learned to read remain in Jeannette's possession, the poem was found in the McGuffey Fourth Eclectic Reader, copyright 1879. The poem was written by Mary Mapes Dodge. The last verse illustrates the nature of the girls: "And ye who fret, try like Jeannette, To shun all weak complaining, And not, like Jo, cry out too soon-- It always is a raining!" Anna's Aunt Jeannette was married to a well-to-do man named Kirby. She played the piano, as did Anna, so the two were quite compatible. Why Aunt Lenora was favored is not known at the time of this writing. Jeannette Elnora Goff, the agreed upon name, sounded just fine. While the name was just fine not every thing else in the household was fine.Grandmother Bohman had come to help with the running of the house, the preparation of meals, and other chores of necessity. She believed busy hands kept children on the righteous road. So it was that little Julia was placed on a stool in front of a stack of dirty dishes. From that moment on, Julia claims her life of work began and has never stopped. Whose fault? The new baby , of course! Frank and Anna were forty-three and forty respectively. It was quite understandable that Frank's parents were no longer living and Anna's parents were well into their sixties. In the Frazesburg, Ohio, Cemetery a column-like stone marks the grave of Frank's grandfather, Thomas Goff, who, it is said, came to America during the War of 1812 as a spy for England. Shortly afterwards, he became sympathetic to the American cause and deserted the English service. The English government confiscated his money and properties for a period of ninety-nine years. Relatives have recently located the castle in Ludlow, Eng., but, of course, there is no proof-of-the-pudding available now, to place a claim against the English government. It makes an interesting tid-bit though! James Thumwood Goff and Nancy Ellen Dunn Goff also rest in the Frazesburg Cemetery--parents of Frank. It was told that Frank Sidel Goff was a seventh child but there are no records to prove this--only six can be named and remembered. photo of Great Aunt Jeannette Poole Kirby at right photo of Great Aunt Lenora at left -1- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/419c26272feb96008cd3f16f1ff86fca.jpg 6e40573f094929c573e5cd75312e46cb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (5) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to numbered page 2 of Doors to Corridors of Memories They were: Anne , the oldest of the girls. Marietta and Ellen followed. Marietta was always known as Aunt Ett. Ellen unfortunately died from acute appendicitis around the age of twelve. Aunt Anna married George Fisher and bore two sons: George Junior, and James. She never treated my mother, Anna, with much grace; and, as a result , there was no love between the two. Aunt Anna's own son, James, wrote of her jealousy of any other women with whom George was even socially friendly. Aunt Ett was wedded to Douglas McCann whose drinking caused much concern. They had a daughter, Goldie. Frank had two brothers, Lee and Thumwood. Lee was very outgoing and a lady's man. He married Alma Chaney who had money of her own--and inherited more. Their son, Thumwood, became an inventor for Westinghouse. He was also financially secure for life. Uncle Thum worked for the railroads and provided a good living for Aunt Lizzie and their three girls, Evelyn, Virginia and Elizabeth Ellen. The latter two brothers lived in Trimway, Ohio--side by side. Many a Sunday was spent at their home when Frank was financially able to buy a touring car. Anna prepared a hamper of food for a picnic dinner either along the way or at the homes of the brothers. Ann's relatives lived near-by in Dresden, Ohio. Her father, Oscar Bohman, had migrated to the United States from western Sweden around 1871. He did so to escape induction into the Swedish navy or to escape becoming a Lutheran minister--at least, this has always been rumored. Instead of remaining in New York City or in the eastern states as his brothers and sisters had done, he moved into the Ohio area. He was involved with Kenyon College in some capacity and established his home in Gambier, Ohio, in Knox County. Because Mt. Vernon was the county seat business took him there often. There Emma Sophia Poole attracted his attention and soon, they were married. To this union were born four children: namely, Anna May, Oscar W., Charles, and Dorothy. Anna, being the oldest and a woman in those days, soon was trained to be a "servant" to the family. It is true that she had some freedoms --her won pony, Topsy, and the privilege of twelve years of schooling. She was a quick- thinker, agile, and capable. Religion and piano lessons had a formidable influence upon her. Anna graduated valedictorian of her class in 1898 but that was the end of a promising education. Although her father gained his citizenship to the United States, he retained the European notion that women did not need a more formal education. Anna's hopes and dreams of a musical career were dramatically crushed! photo of Charles Leonard, Anna May, and Oscar Whitney Bohman at left photo of Grandfather Oscar Ludwig, Grandmother Emma Sophia Poole at right -2- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/68c01391e14950eec1f05521793c5f95.jpg 474b088b9b2cc660a38e2e5faad925fd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (6) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to numbered page 3 of Doors of Corridors of Memories This was the time Aunt Jeanette invited Anna to Cleveland for an extended visit. Jeannette understood Anna's disappointment and did everything she could to help her through the crisis. When Anna returned home she worked for her father in his restaurant. That is the way she became interested in Frank. Frank's father had died--rather unusually--when Frank was only fourteen. Because the family fortune suddenly disappeared, Frank was forced to leave school, seek work, and help his mother. He developed into a dashing young man with black, curly hair, good English features and a nice personality. Women were attracted by him and to him. At one time, it has been told, Frank came into the restaurant in an unusual mood and gave Anna a ring. He asked her to keep it for him and when he wanted it again he would ask her for it. Naturally, Anna was thrilled and placed much hope in possibly keeping it. Heartbreak number two! He asked her for the ring and she never saw it again. Later, however, he returned and their relationship became serious. They were quietly married on September 9, 1903 in her parent's home. Unbeknown to Anna was the fact her mother was pregnant. After a short time, her mother asked her to buy a layette for the coming child. In her innocence and desire to please her mother, Anna complied. Then, the scandalous rumors were heard. Anna was having a baby months before she should! As it turned out her mother had a very difficult delivery and was hospitalized in the nearest area hospital at the same time Anna was seen shopping, attending church and other public gatherings. The new baby girl named Dorothy Ellen Bohman arrived on December 31st, 1903. Two years later, Anna was pregnant. Because fashions were the way they were at the time, no one knew of the coming birth. Thus it was that Frank Arthur Goff entered the world on June 5, 1905. It is said he was "born in a vail", a sac-like membrane. Apparently Anna believed him to be "special" and special he remained to her for the remainder of her life. The six other siblings were well aware of this relationship. They were Walter Bohman Goff born June 11, 1907; Robert Harold, Born Sept. 4, 1910; Harry Eugene Born January 25, 1913; Julia Anna born October 8, 1915; James Lee born February 20, 1917; and Jeannette Elnora born August 23, 1921. The Frank Sidel Goff Family It was customary for people to have large families during the years before 1930. Agriculture was a primary source of work and way of life then. Children died at birth or from childhood diseases and accidents at at great rate; and poverty was prevalent. pictured left to right are James , Robert, Arthur, Harry, Walter, Juli, Jeannette, Anna, Arthur, Frank The Goff Family, circa 1939 -3- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e1e3f75a18221ce9432888980dcfd542.jpg 4ab54f6989402c9745ba747b35d23a6c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (7) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 4 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Ancestors Of Jeannette Goff Curren Common surnames in this genealogical tree include Gough, Goff, Thumwood, Mart and Stables . http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8e906ffff28b60340b996ca850e0af29.jpg 2542b165873bef87b049695d398d9adc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (8) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Common surnames in this genealogical tree include Gough, Goff, Thumwood, Mart and Stables . http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6e03c8df16ee418bd5d9fe1fb8b9e326.jpg 77956c8cfee5ce77c9d9d45c4f51e5a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (9) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 5 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories My family was fortunate. All of us were hail and hearty. My oldest brother, Rank Arthur, was known as a "Katzenjammer Kid" when young and as "Ike." He was brilliant, good-looking, macho type of a guy. He was the apple of his mother's eyes but a bane to his father. He learned early in life how to get what he wanted. He used every angle that existed and some he made up. No event was too great or too small for him to engage in. Ike was the "life" of every party and was invited or "crashed" all of them. Shortly after graduation from Galena High School in 1923, he and Aloma Everts eloped. Then began a hectic life style. It is quite fuzzy in mind and I have no living person to verify - but i spent a couple of days with Ike and Aloma at their apartment in Worthington, Ohio. I recall going home and running out to swing in the family tube tire swing before greeting my my mother. She was miffed. Later, there were times when Ike's antics made impressions on the family. Once he was gored by an angry bull. His leg was badly ripped, and he needed a cane to support himself for a long period of time. His marital relations were rocky. Once he ducked just in time to have an iron skillet sail over his head. Another time he was so angry he ripped the generator out of the car to keep everyone at home. Yet, Ike had a winning personality and always had a job at which he succeeded. He went through the whole bit of owning houses, selling them, owning a mobile home and travel trailer, visiting his aunt in Florida for weeks on end. The first marriage dissolved after a child was born to his girlfriend, Norma Brand, but not before a child was borne also by his wife. After the divorce, he married the girlfriend and moved out of state. A son blessed their marriage. Ike had quite a family by then for the girlfriend had a boy and girl by a former marriage. Needless to say, it was a hectic situation. This marriage did not survive. Going from the frying pan into the fire, Ike married for a third time. Again, the family increased for No. 3, Ruth, had two daughters. Although he built a lovely home and provided a nice life style, the marriage did not last - nor did his bank accounts. For a few year, he played the field. He really had some intelligent, attractive and caring women who traveled with him and seemed to offer a nice future for both. Having had three losses, he rejected the idea of another, that is until he met a widow with a home on the river in northern Florida. He was older now and could see the need for roots. They were married, and he was content to a point until his death in 1995. How to access his influence upon me I do not know. I am certain he was far too much older than I for a very deep brotherly relationship to develop. One thing I do know - he kept the family in an up-roar more often than not. Walter Bohman Goff, brother number 2, was opposite in many ways from "Ike". Walt was not handsome nor as suave as his older brother. He was intelligent and tough. He excelled in sports and studies. After graduation from Galena High School, he enrolled at Otterbein College where he graduated in Pre-Med. During those years, he married Patricia Evelyn Patrick of Sunbury, Ohio. She was attending Oberlin College to become a teacher. They had to keep their marriage a secret because her mother objected to such a marriage and threatened to cut off her financial support. Also, if it were known, Pat could not teach for women were not allowed to be married and teach. Pat taught in Kilbourne at Brown Elementary School. In striving to become a doctor, Walt encountered many obstacles, He entered -5- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8168a3f93b9272589ce93c9f4285612f.jpg 21aaf81e25704bb31cc0590b695ac7e6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (10) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 6 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Osteopathy training in Chicago, Illinois and Des Moines, Iowa. He interned in the state of Washington among the lumbermen. Upon completion of requirements he went into practice for many years. A girl, Patty, and a boy, Walter II, were born during Washington and West Virginia activities. These children were college-aged when their parents marriage ended, Pat became a teacher again and came back to this area. Her later years were difficult. She passed away and was buried with her family, the Patricks, in Sunbury Memorial Cemetery. Walt married a young woman and the two led a hectic life, he continued doctoring and she worked in the office, and off on escapades when possible. This did not last long for his health failed and he died from diabetes. He, too, is buried with Goff family members in Sunbury Memorial Cemetery. Walt and Ike lie side by side. Daughter, Patty, married her college sweetheart, William Garcia. They worked and lived in the eastern section of the U.S. so I did not see them often. Patty was a teacher in one of the colleges in New Jersey and also became an executive in A.T.&T. Bob and I visited them at their home in New Jersey. They entertained us with by taking us on a tour of New York City. We enjoyed the Statue of Liberty and having snacks and drinks on the top floor of one of the Twin Towers. We also experienced a brush with a bag-lady! Julia and I visited once and we were treated to a play on 42nd Street. Another visit included Mary. Jim and Karen flew in from Florida and we enjoyed a small family reunion. Patty is an excellent dollhouse constructor. She has an extensive workshop and does a professional job on each creation. She and I share a love of this and of dolls. The son, Walter Bohman Goff, the second, has become famous as an author! His first book, Chain of Command came out in 1998. Being an author is not his only claim to fame, His occupation, a radiologist in the United States Navy, provided world-wide travel and a leader in the field. He was on the medical team of Walter Reed Hospital who operated on President Reagan. Having recently retired from the navy he now teaches radiology at a college in the San Diego area. Wally and Sandy had two children, Tiara and Wayne. Tiara gave them a second grandchild recently, but Wayne was killed in a motorcycle accident at nearby the Dam line. Needless to say, Wayne's death is a deep tragedy. The birth of the second grandchild is a god- sent joy. I am to visit them in May 2002 if plans go well. Wally is working on his fifth novel. The third brother is Robert Harold Goff who is in his late 90's at this writing and is living in Westerville. He is the artistic one --very creative. He was a jack-of-all trades and often master of them as well. He graduated from pictured at the top left to right are Patti, Pat, Walt and Wally Goff pictured at the bottom left to right are Betty, Nancy, Bob, Martha holding Rita, John -6- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f25d5f734322fdb00b14a49e20790493.jpg 5f33c8684e9d4f491c05037531f658f7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (11) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 7 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Westerville High School and soon married another graduate, Martha Flickinger. To this union were born four children, Betty, John, Nancy, and Rita. This family stayed together but in their adulthood went their own ways. All are living as this is being written. John became a prominent Physician in central Ohio. He retired from Riverside Hospital in Columbus, Ohio, and became a leader in health care in Ohio Health. John married Janet Ellis from Washington Courthouse, Ohio. They have a set of twins (a girl and a boy) and an older daughter. Betty and Nancy live in Florida. Betty has two daughters. Nancy has two daughters and a son. Rita married Jim Wise and they have two boys and a girl. The fourth brother, Harry, proved to be a god-send for me. He was my friend , my benefactor, and all the other good things anyone wants to add. Harry also graduated from Westerville High School and married another graduate, Marguerite Robertson. The war years found him in the Navy and in the Pacific struggle. Although his ship, the U.S.S. Cashe was torpedoed it was not destroyed and he came through it all safely. When Harry returned home he bought a house and some acreage a few miles outside Powell, which he worked over himself. He was employed by the Columbia Transit Company, stationed at the bus garage on Broad Street. During my teaching years in Columbus we kept in close touch. He was always there for me. He helped support me in my college years and continued to be around to pick me up when I stumbled. When Harold died, he stayed with me through it all. When Harry was diagnosed with melanoma cancer, it was too wide spread to save him. His death truly left me very much alone. Many of you know my sister, Julia. She lived on Letts Avenue in Sunbury until recently when she went to live with her daughter, Karen, in Miami, Fla. With Harry, she supported me all the way. She has been a true sister's sister.I feel very fortunate to have her. In many ways Julia's life has been a mixture of ups and downs. She has always been beautiful as a child, as a girl and as a woman, but her life experiences were sometimes not beautiful. Homelife was hectic -- she felt like a servant with cooking, dishes, housework, washing and ironing for four older brothers! School proved half and half -- she was capable and somehow classmates aren't kind to brain children. Also Julia was popular with the fellows. She married a so-called "catch", Kendell Hewett. He, too, was smart and modern. They were one of the happiest couples I have ever known until World War II came. By then, Ken was a second lieutenant in theROTC at Ohio State University. He was drawn into the regular army and sent to Georgia. Julia was pregnant but she bravely went along. Karen was born in June. Ken shipped out to Europe in August. pictured at top left to right Mother Goff, Harry and Marguerite pictured at bottom left to right Karen, Kendall, RaeEtta, and Julia Hewett -7- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a9b9bca2145016c21e9352f5b7b3f713.jpg 2e8ddca06b7b3e29f23fe93186d69dd3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (12) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 8 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Julia, Karen and I went to Indiantown Gap, Pa., to see him off. Julia's world was never the same. Ken was gone for over three years. He chased Rommel across the desert, landed at Salerno and invaded Italy. While he was gone Julia tried various places to live and pursued several occupations. Upon his return, she became pregnant and the restaurant she and brother Bob had in Sunbury needed to be sold. Harold and I acquired it. The birth of Rae Etta Lee was the beginning of another trial. She had failing health and passed away at age two. The impact upon the family was unmeasurable. Julia's health took a downward turn from which she never quite recovered. One operation after another kept her down. By this time they lived in Florida. Julia became an insurance secretary for a hospital near her home. Kendell was an electrical engineer whose job sent him up north for extended periods of time. Cancer caught up with him and he passed away in his early sixties. Julia retired, moved back to Ohio for a few years, then went to live with her daughter, Karen, in Miami. Karen became an artist - one of Florida's four outstanding women artists there. She has had south eastern exposure at art galleries and universities. She worked for cruise line for several years. I was a recipient of four exciting cruises under her sponsorship. Jim worked for the airlines as a CPA. As a result he and Karen traveled widely. They now own an interest in an orange grove but still in Miami Where Julia joined them. James (Jim) brother No. 5 lives in Kokomo Indiana. He is a father of four and grandfather of several. It is a closely knit family as all live in Kokomo. Jim graduated from Centerburg High School worked at odd jobs in the area, then, was inducted into the Navy where he served in the Pacific during WWII. He and his brother, Harry, met in the Hebrides Islands quite unusually. The USS Cache radioed for protection from a Japanese sub. Jim's PBY was sent to drop depth charges. The charges missed. The ship was hit but fortunately did not sink and limped into the island where Jim was stationed. It was quite a reunion. Jim, and his wife Jo Ann Williams, a Kokomo resident have enjoyed a very nice life style and are still doing so. The family is not as close as it once was and time is running out for all are past eighty when anything can happen any time. The following chapters explain why my life is so full of memories-some truly golden- some not so glowing. Early Recollections It was in that sleepy town of Galena I met Santa cause. He came to town on a truck! Fuzzily, he waved and shouted through a curly white beard, "Merry Christmas!" I think it strange I have no recollection of our Christmas celebrations at home for my first six years. I am certain there were decorated trees, specially baked food and practical gifts. There were other impressive memories though both good and sad. One day, for example, men carried "Ike"--as Frank Arthur became known--into the house on a stretcher. He had had a very bad accident early in the morning on his way to work at a tile plant below Westerville on Schrock Road. It was icy and the road was dangerous. Suddenly the shadow of a buggy appeared ahead but it was so slippery when he hit the brakes, the car went out of control, into a ditch, and crashed against a telephone pole. The passenger, Idora Watts, was -8- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e5b89cb04883c8750dbd1b32a0b0435a.jpg 60f4c9c186bd739759be5d37f72382d6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (13) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 9 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories killed and Ike was seriously injured. A merrier time occurred when Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Fuzz came to visit. They were jazz nuts. Dorothy played the piano and Fuzz blew a hot sax. In the evening "Ike" and "Tom" -- Walter Bohman's nickname -- would invite their friends to come, bring their instruments and enjoy an evening playing, singing and dancing. I would sit on my mother's lap and drift happily off to dreamland. The older boys - Ike and Tom - were active in football, basketball and baseball. Needless to say, the whole family was involved in local games. The rivalry between Sunbury and Galena hinted upon a Martin and McCoy feud. Often the boys came home with black eyes, broken noses, and other bruises.Hoyt Whitney, "Hi" Morris, Carleton Burrer, and many other locals suffered too! Incidentally, this rivalry continued in the two villages until the area became Big Walnut - a school district incorporating them. Life was a true mixture of joys and sorrows. One morning I went out in the front yard to play and had a feeling something was not right Nobody else was in the yard and if anyone came by, no one said anything. I later learned our dog, "Bus", was missing. When he was found, it was evident that he had been poisoned. The story was a prominent young business man had playfully started to chase Julia but Bus thought the man meant to harm her so Bus bit him. Not long afterwards, Bus was dead. To amuse myself it was not not unusual that I would play train. Dad worked for the Pennsylvania Railroad as an operator. He was entitled to passes for his family to ride the train. Mother loved to go to visit her family in various parts of Ohio and she would take the younger ones along. These experiences enabled me to set chairs along the side of the dining room near the windows, place imaginary people in them and then, I, the conductor, would collect tickets, call out station stops and and imitate any other actions I could remember. Interesting tidbits I have been told about my early life include the fact I was: spoiled, a cry-baby, a breath holder, and a "come-on" for my older brothers. The reasons behind the name-calling were I was a mama's girl. Whenever Mother wanted to go away without me, I held my breath. That got her attention! Dad watched it happen a couple of times and then told Mother to leave and assured Mother I would breathe -- and I did! It never happened again. The siblings teased me almost constantly -- they needed attention too. They got it when I cried and I cried often. The two oldest boys used to go to Columbus to shop with mother. They offered to carry me. The reason, it was later told, was the salesgirls would all make a "fuss" over me permitting the boys an opportunity to flirt outrageously. Being a railroad family, Dad employed by the Pennsylvania, and since our house was located close to the tracks, the older members had become familiar with the schedules of the trains, especially the locals , the flyers, the slow heavily laden cars, and the empties. One lovely summer day when I was just beginning to walk well, Mother could not find me. She glanced at the clock and realized it was nearly time for the daily flyer to go through. Quickly , she alerted all the family members who immediately fanned out in all directions to find baby sister. The older boys took the tracks, the younger ones the streets. A gratefully sigh of relief escaped Mother when I was found on Colonel Jones' lawn happily tossing picture postcards all over the grass. The flyer went through Galena that day with incident. My sister, Julia, was a wonderful story-teller. She would put Jim and me to sleep at night telling us interesting tales. sometimes, my brother, Bob, would insert his dry witty remarks into her stories and instead of sleeping we would go into giggling fits. -9- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2e86eeda064284309af92466b740d664.jpg b248cecaa1a5ddd2a624f371e80cafec Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (14) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 10 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories "Uncle Charlie" Geiselman became a family visitor and friend. He was a foreman on the section crew of the railroad. Mother cooked meals for his crew. After they ate, they would enjoy the family before retiring. "Uncle Charlie" was quite partial to Julia and would often bring her trinkets or give her some money for helping Mother with the dirty dishes. Occasionally he would bring his wife and visit us on a weekend. We all learned to look forward to his visits. He remained a very important person to our family all his life. In the 1920's there were no public streetlights. Some people had only coal-oil lamps or gas mantels lighting their homes. The worst burn I ever experienced was from a lantern. Mother put me up on the kitchen table to wash me. When she went to wash my feet, I reared back and one of my hands came to rest on the hot globe of the lantern. Needless to say, I had a nasty burn. One moonless night, Mother needed some eggs to finish her baking. She asked someone to go to our neighbors, the Van Fleets, to get some. No one volunteered. Although I was the youngest --just around five years old -- I said I would go. I can remember how very frightened I was groping my way down the dirt road, turning my ankles on the rough stones and trying to keep form crying. I arrived at VanFleet's safely enough and got the eggs but good fortune escaped me on the way back. I do not know to this day whether the boys made horrible noises or whether it was a prowling animal but I started to run, stumbled, and made scrambled eggs with egg shells for seasoning! We were fortunate to have a radio in our home. I can remember hearing Little Jack Little play the piano and some songs were: "O' Dem Golden Slippers", "She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain", "Krazy Kat", and "Kitten on the Keys". Mother was a good cook and always had a good meal to serve. One dish I enjoyed was her fruit salad. For Sunday evenings, she would prepare fresh pineapples, oranges, and bananas in a glass dish on a stem. It was not only nice to look, at, it smelled good, too. Other foods she made were: hot mush and milk -- the left-over mush was put into loaf pans and the next morning sliced and fried for breakfast; fresh baked bread, rolls and cinnamon rolls too; pies--every kind and variety; canned fruits, vegetables, and meat; jams, jellies, and pickles; and all other popular items of the current times. Mother always did the washing (as laundry was called) on Monday-- weather permitting. Sometimes it would be necessary to hang clothes in the house-- around stoves, over registers, and whenever else the heat could be used to dry them. Mom had a Maytag gasoline washer. It was a real put-putter! The noise of the motor told everyone what was happening. Our neighbors, the VanFleets, had a washer one had to push a lever back and forth to stir the clothes. Mrs. VanFleet would set me atop the tub of clothes--my legs strattling the lever, and I would push and pull that lever and consequently wash the clothes. I thought it was great fun --you could pretend you were rowing your own boat, or steering your own wheels, and never, never land was right there on that wash tub. After the clothes were washed and rinsed in bluing water, they were hung outdoors on clothes lines. Sheets, towels, shirts, undies, and all manner of clothing and linens flapped in the breeze and dried in the sun. It was devastating when birds flew over and soiled some clothing or linens --they had to be redone. Sometimes the clothesline would break---dirt or grass stain soiled the wash. picture of "Uncle" Charlie Geiselman -10- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/57abdc0cada9cfe9f550fba362293450.jpg 65483534f6b8b0427adcf9ed925f66e6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (15) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 11 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories In the first six years of my life there were no indoor bathrooms or plumbing. Yet, I do not remember using outdoor facilities. I have no recollection of odors, accidents of anti- social events. With seven children, grandmother, aunts and uncles in the house, Dad and Mom must have had the household under great control. Pictures in the family album indicate there was company often, and, since most of the relatives lived a far distance away, they usually stayed the night. There would be "doubling- up" of the children who were made soft beds on the floor. It was, of course, fun time! Story- telling, laughing, pillow fights, tickling matches were all a part of the night-time activities. Sleep always won the game, though. The last memorable event which took place in Galena for me was my sixth year birthday party. The invited guests were Sunday School friends. Some last names I recall were Dustin, Linaberry and Longshore. I also recall one gift I received. It was a miniature indoor crochet set. I truly enjoyed it. Right after the party we moved to Westerville, Ohio, and our lives were changed forever. A New Start Everything was different. Our home was made of brick! The three little pigs now had nothing on me! Just next door was a doctor, Dr. Howe. He had a daughter, Mary Lou, who was just my age. Her brother, Buddy, was soon a friend also. There was little time for play as school started the day after Labor Day and I was enrolled in the first grade. Vine Street School was a huge, big brick and stone structure. Miss Anderson was my teacher. She was very strict and scared me half-to-death. I was disciplined just once -- that proved sufficient! I heard fun noises in the hall and left my seat along with a few others to go to the door to see what was happening. Naturally, we were caught! Out of one's seat meant missing recess -- sitting in one"s seat, head down and quiet! The grading system was Excellent, Good, Fair, Poor, Unsatisfactory. Apparently I was progressing well for I never received a "P" or "U." Second grade was uneventful during the first semester. It was interesting to see a picture of a World War I soldier on the desk of my teacher. During the second semester we students were told about the man in the picture. It was Joyce Kilmer, the poet, famous for his Poem, Trees. He was a close relative of our teacher. A very disappointing event occurred for me at the end of that school year. I got the measles! I missed the last two weeks of school and the annual school picnic. The third grade proved to be a sad one. Scarlet fever was rampant in the community. Many families were quarantined. One of our students, Robert Adair, died. Gloom settled over our class: but then, loved bloomed. Junior Ullom and I were drawn to each other. He gave me the cutest Dutch Boy pin. Unfortunately, I do not know what happened to it. Another annual event each year was a musical directed by Miss Mill, the music teacher, for the elementary. Each class had a part either acting, dancing, singing, or playing instruments. When my class danced, we had to have costumes of the country we represented. I remember Mother making my outfit. The skirt was full- gathered on a waist band. Around the bottom she sewed three rows of gathered crepe paper ruffles. The blouse was a shirt type, but it was set off with a black and orange trimmed bodice which laced down the front. The only auditorium and stage was at Westerville High School. We walked from Old Vine Street school (now called Emerson) to the high school (now a middle school on -11- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/45f7cc33a2ee1218dfc7d36349546cdc.jpg ff15c14edeb7acc8031665762fc6ef10 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (16) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 12 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories State Street) to practice. The night of the presentation was exciting! Our parents always came away impressed and proud of the performances. My love for poetry was established in the fourth grade. Miss Beavers must have read a lot to us, Then, for a present to each of us, she gave a book of poetry entitled "One Hundred Best Poems for Boys and Girls". I still have the book, and it has inspired choral readings, memorization, and writing. But, activity other than school was also interesting. Summer time was never long enough. There was Bible School at the Westerville Methodist Church. A beautiful library offered great reading. There was a movie house with matinees on Saturdays. One movie I remember seeing was called "Just Imagine". You were shown what could happen in the future -- like fly to the moon! There were street fairs with rides, games, square-dancing, and all sorts of exciting things to do. Needless-to-say, my education advanced in leaps and bound. I recall the shock I got when I first saw a lady breast-feed her baby on the ferris wheel! Chatauqua came to town each summer. I loved it. You had a chance to be in a drama. One had to show for practice and then you were admitted free to all the productions. Huge crowds came. Orators gave speeches -- some political and some religious. I honestly don't remember the subject of any of it -- just the knowledge that I took part in it. Glengarry Pool was located south of Westerville. Most of my family knew how to swim. They had learned in the "ole swimmin" holes of Big walnut Creek near Galena. I had not. Nor did the fancy pool beckon me -- only when all the others were going. When evening came in warm weather, the neighborhood children all go together to play games. "Go-Sheepie-Go, "Hide and Seek", "Red Rover, "New York, New York" were some of the games we played. "Hop Scotch" and Jump Rope" were daylight joys. My individual fun was roller skating and using a hand-cart. Both required relatively smooth surfaces for safe easy maneuvering, I recall with pangs of pain the scraped knees and sore ankles. All sidewalks were not concrete when I was young. Bricks, laid in patterns, slabs of stone (some sunken or raised in unexpected places) hard packed dirt, and some concrete very roughly finished, were the pathways. Falls were frequent. Knees took a beating. Ankles were equally hurt when pavement caused sharp turns of the wheel hitting the ankle bones. This was the reason I wrote the poem "Roller Skating". This poem won 2nd place in state women's club contest. Roller Skating When I was a child of eight My pleasure was to roller skate. When springtime chased away the snow Out on the sidewalks I would go On shiny skates, with ball-bearings wheels Tightly clamped to toes and heels. Away I flew past house and store Until my legs could move no more! Upon a curb I'd rest a while Then push on another mile. -12- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c5b1fbbc5957bb6b739d4497ec39beb1.jpg d034784738d61cd9005f491100510806 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (17) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 13 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories When summer came and it was hot A skating rink was then my lot. At a pavilion in the park I would skate from dawn 'til dark. For in that rink the music beat A happy pathway for my feet. Late into the autumn season I always had a perfect reason To be outdoors 'til late at night And let my heart and feet take flight. When I was old enough to date I still loved to roller skate. My college friends and I would find A skating rink, and spend our time Waltzing to the rhythmic sound That the jute-box organ ground. I am much, much older now. Winter shows upon my brow: But, there is still that gnawing yen To free my soul- to skate again! In evening Ike and Aloma would often drop in. The adults would play a game called Finch. Aloma would win often, and I discovered how - when no one was looking she would drop a card from her pile onto the floor. When the game was over, she retrieved them again, unnoticed. While in Westerville, we moved twice. On Hamilton Avenue we lived next door to a black family whom I never saw. Our neighbors on the other side were a talented group. Mr. Lubby was a reporter for the Columbus newspaper. Frederick, the oldest son, became a well-known musician, and Robert became a D. O. The Cheeks lived north of us as did the DeVoes. The Bennetts lived across the street. She was a concert soprano. The Hogbushes lived on one side of Bennetts while two old men lived on the other side. Keeping a large family financially difficult. That is why my mother did a few money-making chores. One chore was stringing triggers. A friend worked at Kilgores, a local company which manufactured toys. The gun needed a spring to work the metal trigger. Our friend would bring boxes of each and the family would gather around the table and "string" triggers. All one needed was a screw driver to pull the spring over the metal piece. Some evening we would do enough to keep the worker at the plant supplied for several days. Mu bothers had all sorts of pets. Two crows, snakes, dogs, cats, a pony and other creepy crawly creatures. The crows were rumored to have said words. The boys had put chicken wire around some trees in the back yard. Mother made them make a cage and put them in the basement. The crows often escaped the cage. One day they flew into the open window of our neighbors. They roosted on his bedstead. He was not amused. In early spring, it rained excessively and backed up into the basement. The sound of the water must have frightened the birds for they were found floating on the water. Julia refused to hang clothes out in the backyard until the snakes were taken away. -13- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/21c285f1a4872a5825096792f5ad00d6.jpg 9026d49de452b0bbdd42e8a06346b84b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (18) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 14 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Tippy was our family dog. We all loved him dearly. He was short hair, white except for two black spots -- one on his forehead and one where his tail began. He was a well- rounded animal. Reared in an active family of people, he developed into a hunting dog, a house dog, a well-tempered pet, but, he was also guardian of the home, the family possessions and the people he believed to be his. There were numerous happenings which made Tippy special. When the boys took him rabbit or squirrel hunting, he would run the trails and work so hard he exhausted himself. At the end of the day, one of the happy hunters would carry Tippy home. Once he was home, he would curl up near the furnace register, go to sleep but dream he was still hunting. All four feet would be going fast and he would be yipping -- many times loud enough he woke himself up. Tippy had a long tail that stuck straight up from his behind. When he was playing, he would wag his tail constantly. One day in his jubilance he struck his tail against a railing and broke it. Poor Tippy -- now his tail just flopped. My older brother , Walt, came home from college that evening and he saw Tippy. Walt was studying medicine. He felt Tippy's tail, gave it a yank, and back to its height it went! A couple of popsickle sticks and some adhesive tape made an excellent splint. At first Tippy was going to tear it off but we all kept telling him no-no. Thank goodness, he believed us and soon his tail was healed. Another time during his life we noticed Tippy was limping. At first we thought he had just had some little problem and all would be well. It wasn't it. One morning he could not move his back legs - he just dragged them along. Our neighbor was a druggist and he also raised Springer Spaniels for sale. Walt asked him what we could do. (In those days, our family did not visit veterinarians -- probably because we not afford to do so, or maybe none were close around). The druggist gave us pills of some kind and told us to heat salt packs and put them on his hind parts. All of us took turns making certain Tippy had warm salt packs, took his medicine, and kept him clean. Miracles of miracles, Tippy recovered fully! Besides pets to deal with, there were other problems. One was my stockings. The style for girls was long, knitted stockings -- those which went above one's knees. Mine would not stay up and would fall down over my shoes and I would trip on them! We went home from school to eat lunch. I had to stop so often to pull up my stocking that I was late for lunch. Mother was not happy when I started to cry and did not want to go back to school. "Well I'll fix that!" she said. Out came the sewing machine, some pink material and some elastic garters. in no time at all, I had a garter-belt to wear. I ran all the way back to school and my stockings did not fall down even once! Cars seemed to be a headache for the family. Fixing them at home was a must - costs were high. I can remember my brothers and mother lining the brakes. Mom also helped Jim, the youngest boy, string bicycle wheels. Mother was a member of a prominent club in Westerville called Nonpariel. She was responsible for writing and presenting a paper on an assigned subject one year and entertaining the club at her home the next year. Her efforts became the source of my poem "Club woman" written many years later. When Mother was to entertain one year when we still lived on Hamilton Avenue, she had a problem. The house was limited on bedrooms. Walter and Evelyn had to have a room; three boys (Bob, Harry, and Jim) had a room; and Julia and I ended up in Mother's and Dad's room. Mother did not want the ladies to see how crowded we were; so, she had the boys take Julia's and my bed apart, put it in the closet; and, then, rearranged the room to her fancy. -14- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c3a469bce7b8b65873b0e1c4b0b818cd.jpg 74926899b463862271087cb7c1b3dfba Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (19) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 15 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Club Woman My mother was a club woman And, it has been my lot To be involved with others Who have the same desires I've got. Every fall the challenge comes When that booklet meets one's hands And tells you what the theme will be And of you what it demands. If to entertain was mother's fate The course of action was quite clear. Not one spot within our house Would escape her cleaning gear. Our lives were never quite the same As she made her palace glow And serve new recipes to us Made of what, we did not know. My father must have groaned with pain As mom painted or papered walls, Washed and stretched, starched and ironed The curtains in all the rooms and halls, She bleached the linen white as snow Brought out her Sunday set of dishes Cleaned the carpet, polished floors, And put the dogs on leashes. The rest of us learned where to hide When club time rolled around, For mother's patience and demands Each one of us would hound. Yet, when we reaped the benefits Of each sight, and taste, and smell, We knew our trials were over And all had ended well. Every other year it seemed Mother's job for club would be To research some subject or event With depth and clarity. She read, she wrote, she ranted, She sought experts learned advice. She summarized and then presented An extension paper, candid and precise. Now, here I am, a club mother A mother's daughter true; My club lift fits the pattern I've just described to you. Yet, I see the pattern changing For our daughters' lives are crammed With Little Leagues and family needs With careers, computer-programmed. There was a sun parlor in the Hamilton Avenue house. At Christmas time, Mother put our tree right in the center of it. One could walk all around the tree and admire its beauty. I remember how I did just that and sang every Christmas carol I knew while enjoying the ornaments and trying to guess what was in the packages under the tree. Though I thought I knew every ornament on the tree, Christmas morning was always a thrill. Bowls of nuts, fruits -- especially oranges -- and candies were added to other gifts. A doll for me, a sled for Jim, a dress for Julia, and on it went -- something for every member of the family. Mother was seldom ill, but one Christmas, she was feeling so bad, she had to be in bed. I remember how Dad cooked Christmas dinner, directed the activities of the Christmas celebration, and kept all of us under control. The third move we made in Westerville was to a hug house on the northwest corner of Broadway and State Street. It was a wonderful place! We all had bedrooms, two large baths, a third floor for a playroom, and a cellar for everything! There was a porch from the front hallway around the south side. Roses climbed the trellises and gave an enclosed feeling to the porch. When Walt graduated from Otterbein, our pictures were taken in front of those roses. My tombstone is fashioned from my pictures taken there that time. Behind the house was a large garden and a barn. The story was a doctor had lived in -15- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/23072c7813877d41dd7397702632640c.jpg 3bbb05c3df72eadb5a921819fd4a3d95 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (20) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 16 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories the house. His daughter had a horse which was stabled in the barn. One day when she was riding down State Street, her horse slipped on the rails of the streetcar tracks, threw her off, and she died of her injuries. Brother Jim was allowed to keep a pony for a friend who went on vacation one summer. We enjoyed having it but only for a short time. I remember starting piano lessons after moving to State Street -- probably because the parlor was where the piano was kept. This room had beautiful sliding doors. One set led to a hallway and front door while the other set opened to a sitting room where the radio, and the reading table. were. From the sitting room one could go through double doors to the dining room and through still another set of sliding doors to the sewing room. Single doors led from the sewing room to a back porch and to the bathroom respectively. From the dining room there was a short hallway from which one had access to the bathroom on one side or a pantry on the other, and into the kitchen. As I think about it now, the pantry must have been a thing of joy for my mother. There were cupboards for everything! The kitchen was large and accommodated a sink and drainboard, a large table, an ice-box, a stove, and some chairs. From the kitchen, a back stairs led to the second floor. The first bedroom was Bob's, Directly through the hall was a bathroom with a door at each end to permit one to go to the other bedrooms ahead. At the front of the house where the front stairs were, was a beautiful bedroom with aa window seat and numerous windows. Walt and his wife, Patricia Evelyn Patrick, lived in that room. Pat was teacher at Kilbourne, Ohio, and Walt was a student at Otterbein College. Just north of their room was a small room where Grandmother Bohman would sleep when she came to visit. I can only remember a single iron bed being there. Mother's and Dad's bedroom was quite large. they put a cot in one corner for me to sleep on whenever I had nightmares. It must have been frequent for I remember sleeping there often. You can imagine the fun to be in such a house with so many people of different ages sharing the household work and and expenses. Dinner in the evening usually found all of us together and more often than not, friends of someone's also. Julia and I usually had table setting and dishes as our chores. There were always potatoes, meat vegetables home-made breads, homemade condiments, and dessert. How mother did all the work, I truly do not know! Dad never missed a day at work until he became desperately ill. doctors were consulted. He had a goiter. It was wrapped around his windpipe and was slowly choking him to death. It was imperative to have it removed immediately. Dr. Krody at White Cross hospital performed the successful operation. It was the best Christmas present we had that year. It occurred to me that Aloma had the Christmas dinner that year. Art and she lived on Hiawatha Avenue in Westerville. I can't remember any details though. After his recovery, Dad told us of his experience during the operation. He said it was as if he were at one end of a curtain, and on either side of it hung a swinging ball. He was instructed not to let the balls swing through the curtain and touch each other. Fortunately, they never did. Julia had a bad break too. She slipped on a basket ball in gym class--broke one ankle and sprained another. She really suffered with those. Jim had a serious accident , too. He was roller skating when he tripped, fell backwards, and cut his had on some broken glass. -16- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/836781d326ec827571dfdb354c462fe8.jpg 66bdb369fbc3b8ed772e72f784201a1c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (21) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 17 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories He did not take good care of it right away. A red streak ran up his arm. Hot poultices were periodically applied for a long time before the streak disappeared and Jim began to feel better. It was a very busy household. Bob worked at Culver Art and Frame Company. He had artistic talent and the job brought it out. Harry worked for Alkire's Filling station just north of State Street. Jim and I had Citizen newspaper routes. Mother kept Julia busy cooking, baking and general household chores. Mother had a Larkin route. This company sold spices, cough syrup, and things of that nature. This gave her a little extra for such things a china. (I have the Nortoki dishes she got through Larkin. They are beautiful.) I mentioned piano lessons began when we moved to the State Street house. This proved to be important to me for the remainder of my life. Music fills a part of my life from which I still get a thrill. Members of the family encourage me to practice. Bob gave me a piano roll to carry my music to my lessons. It was a piece of leather with elastic strips on each corner. I would lay the pieces of music on it, secure the corners, roll it up, fasten the strap, and carry it by its handle. While it prevented the music from falling apart or perhaps getting wet, one had to "unroll" it. My lesson cost fifty cents for a half hour of personal instruction and a group lesson in theory per week. I was not as disciplined to practice as I should have been, but I performed at recitals quite well. My first recital was at the Westerville Methodist Church. I played a piece called "Criss Cross", named such because the left hand had to criss-cross the right. Mother made me a taffeta from a hand-me-down from Cousin Goldie's wardrobe. I thought it was beautiful. It helped me to have the courage to go onto the stage, play my piece, and accept the applause of the audience. Mrs. Gammil, a music teacher from Sunbury, said I fell asleep in her arms before the recital was over. Westerville at State and Broadway It was fun living there for other reasons. The inter-urban stopped at that corner to pick up and discharge passengers. One day when I was playing on the sidewalk nearby, I saw something on Photo of Jeanette in her piano recital dress Westerville, 1933 -17- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/edfa4901d56865bda9af383de3f8a66d.jpg 3c28a20862fed7b54d23d7face6c45ee Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (22) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 18 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories the grass. I left my pushcart to investigate. It was a dollar bill! Since there was no one around, I grabbed it up and ran in the house shouting to Mom. She went to the window to see if anyone had returned to look for it, but there was no one in sight. She advised me to put it on the shelf; and if no one asked about it, I could keep it. What a long, long time it was before she said I could keep it. That incident led to my first independent shopping spree. I was helping Jim deliver newspapers, so after collection time I was "paid". Saving up my pay gave me spending money. I was never permitted to go to the corner drug store to meet friends, to have a soda, or to just fool around; but I was accompanied to the dry goods store. There one could buy material to make a dress or other wearable garments, buy accessories, and the like. I can remember two of the purchases - a rayon knit beret and a string of red beads. What joy for me! I have loved shopping ever since if it is my money I am spending. During that time there were two delivery services to our homes which children enjoyed - the milk man and the ice man. In our kitchen was an icebox - known now as a refrigerator. It had an ice chest which held an ice cake weighing at least fifty pounds. There was a tube from this to a pan on the floor where the water from the melting ice would run. Next to the ice one could set bottles of milk and other perishables. The lower part under the ice chest would accommodate packages of meat while the whole other side of the icebox had shelves for butter, eggs, and the like. If you needed ice, you placed a card in your window- 25, 50, 75, or 100 lbs. The delivery man would chop off the desired amount, bring it in, and place it in the chest. You paid him and all was well. Since Broadway had no outlet at that time, the delivery man had to service the street and come back to the corner. He would chip off a piece of ice, give it to any children around, and the let us ride up and down the street with him. It was a real treat! If you wrapped the ice in newspaper, it lasted longer and kept your hands warm. sometimes the ice was clear as crystal - shiny and bright: sometimes it was frosty where air bubbles were locked in; but, it was always cooling and pleasant on a hot summer's day. The milk man also gave spice to life. His wagon was pulled by a horse. When I heard his bells jungle, out I would run. If the delivery man was in a good mood, I would be able to go up and down Broadway helping him deliver milk. You set the bottles out on your step - half pints, pints, and quarts. You could leave a note in a bottle for butter, buttermilk, or cottage cheese. Many times the money was left with the note. Some people had chests on the steps. On a cold wintery day the milk would freeze and the cream would pop the cardboard top up! I don't remember the milk man giving us any thing other other than the privilege of riding in the horse-drawn wagon and trusting me to deliver his products. Playing games proved exciting one day. Jim and I were playing "hide and seek". It was his turn to hide; so I hid my eyes, counted a good number, and shouted "Coming, ready or not". No answer. I ran all over the house - up one stairway and down another. No Jim. Finally I called for him, and I heard a muffled "help!" After several exchanges I finally located him. He had crawled into the laundry shoot of the downstairs bath and he was dangerously clinging to a shirt hanging on the back of the bathroom door. I tried to help, but he was too heavy for me to pull up. Screaming for help, I ran for Mom, Julia, and Pat. They all came running encouraging me to be calm. Mother quickly took charge. She sent Julia to the basement with a broom to push Jim upward while she and Pat pulled and tugged until they could lift him safely out. At first it was tears of relief; but then it was tears of laughter! Needless to say the game was over. -18- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/75b491ff1c90df8baf197a51fecaf7f5.jpg 4c3a0b86d169396747964ff41282dc99 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (23) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 19 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Another incident ended in laughter so hard we all cried. Brother "Ike" was manager of the grocery store in Westerville. When peach season came, he always had the job of making certain only good peaches were sold. If a peach had a bruise or had started to spoil, he had to dispose of it. Whenever he sorted the fruit, he would send Mother all the spoiled peaches. she in turn, put all of us to work pealing peaches, removing the spoiled parts and seeds. We cut the good parts into small pieces and put them into huge pots. Dad had carved paddles with long handles for us to stir the peaches as they cooked. One had to stir or the combinations of sugar and cooking peaches would stick on the bottom of the kettle and burn ruining the batch. When the mixture was bubbling rather rapidly it would occasionally pop out on to the floor. One of us would step in it and start sticking to the floor. While the mixture cooked, jars had to be gathered, washed and sterilized. Lids, used over every year, had to be boiled. Those of us working rotated the jobs so we would not get too tired stirring the pots. By evening, however, our energy began to wane. when the last jar was filled, clean-up began. The kettles, the stove, the wooden paddles, and the sticky floor all had to be cleaned. That was hard work but triggered people's sense of humor. One remark led to another until hysterics took over. Needless to say all of us fell into bed that night. The fifth grade was the turning point of my educational life. Dad was "bumped" from his job and forced to move north to a similar job in Centerburg, Ohio. We moved from Westerville to Centerburg, and life for my family and myself was radically changed. Move to Centerburg Life in Centerburg brought new experiences in our family life. Not all the siblings moved to Centerburg. Harry chose to get a room and establish his own abode. He was successfully employed by Kroger and needed to further his independence. Julia did not want to interrupt her school year so it was arranged for her to stay with the Presbyterian minister, Rev. White and his daughters until the school term ended. Robert was not happy with the move and threatened to join the Navy. Instead, he moved back to Westerville, became a butcher for Kroger, and had his own abode. Jim and I entered the classes of Centerburg schools and were very warmly accepted. Since these events were all happening in the early 1930's political influences were touching every family. The Great Depression was upon us. For example, the house into which we moved had belonged to Mr. Smith, a banker who committed suicide when his bank failed. Because Dad had a permanent job he was considered well-to-do and moving into this house supposedly confirmed it. We were accepted into the leading social groups in the village. It was a turning point in my educational life. My grades in school were almost perfect. I was so encouraged that I made every effort to maintain high grades and perform on the piano. Since Mrs. Gammil came to Centerburg, I took lessons from her for awhile. It became evident that her expertise was limited so I was driven to Westerville to resume lessons with Miss Hanawalt. Our neighbors were very interesting people and we all were soon very good friends. Mrs. Greek and her invalid mother lived on one side of us. Although Mrs. Greek was a school teacher, she must have also loved farm life for she kept a cow on the land behind her house. When she milked the cow, she would run the milk through a separator which would separate the cream from the skim milk. She only used the cream and would quite often give the skim milk to us. It never went to waste at our house. -19- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0ce53e143b1e09dcb36146ee3a6df338.jpg bc542ccb7cf1078006050d0f8642d9dd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (24) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 20 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories The Philip family lived on the other side of us. There were two boys near Jim's and my ages. The grandfather, grandmother, and the boys' parents all lived together. They, too, were farmers and the land behind their home and the house we lived in belonged to them. In the midsummer it was a busy exciting time when the threshers came. The huge big steam engines would be started and their noises would fill the air. Several farmers from around the area came with their and wagons to help bring the mowed wheat from the fields to the machines; and, then, be heaped with straw to be stored in the barns or piled in huge haystacks. Jim and I were invited to ride on the wagons. For us it was an adventure and great fun. For the farmers it was hot, arduous work. Even the farmers' wives were involved. While the men worked the fields, the women prepared food for lunch and dinner. What beautiful and bountiful tables! Each woman made her specialty, and no one went hungry. The Sheedys lived across the street, Kathryn and Jack were very friendly. Kathryn was a bit older than Jim, and Jack a bit older than I. Jim and Jack became exceptionally good friends. They improvised a system to contact one another by stringing wires between our houses. They fixed up an old car- they called a speedster because the body was shaped like a bullet. They entered it in the fourth of July parade. Jack played a clarinet and because we both enjoyed music, we spent a lot of time together too. Tragedy struck, and we experienced the worst emotional upheaval in our lives. Just before he was to graduate from the eighth grade, Jack decided to gather some willow sticks to make whistles. He rode his bicycle outside the village to the creek where the willow trees grew. He saw some limbs he wanted and climbed the tree. When he took his knife out and reached to cut the limbs, he slipped and fell. He had not realized the high tension wires running through the branches. When he fell. He was electrocuted immediately. There was little that consoled our neighborhood for many weeks. I spent many afternoons at the cemetery. I wrote a poem concerning Jack. I tried to help Jim cope. He got rid of the speedster and avoided music Jack liked. I am not certain how long it took to accept the situation, but I know we moved to Utica, Ohio, not long afterwards. Our lives changed again quite radically. I became twelve years old while in Centerburg and , again, I was given a birthday party. I honestly cannot remember anyone who came or any presents. I do remember a dress my cousin, Goldie, gave me but nothing else. Four H club became a vital part of my education. I belonged to both a sewing club and a food club. We met weekly at the school. During the summer there was a week of camping at Millwood, Ohio. It was located in farm fields near a river. Tents were pitched, cots were beds, and a cook shack was a crude building. It cost to go, but if you supplied some food stuffs, you were given credit for it. My mother always did a lot of canning so she provided half food and half money so I could go to camp. What a joy it was! I know I was able to go one more summer. During those times I met many interesting people. I remember Richard Bone from one occasion. He an I were table setters. By mistake, we put salt in the sugar bowls one morning at breakfast. Needless to say, we weren't too popular that day. The reason I mention it, Dick was a soldier of the Baatan Death March, and he survived! I have often wondered if he kept his mind on silly incidences such as that to help him through the ordeal. My first major writing experience came during my junior high years in Centerburg. In English class an assignment was made to write a Halloween story. The reward was publication in the local newspaper. It was a memorable occasion when my story was chosen, -20- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1d5c5abec9e337d5d48b903df13af5ce.jpg 29433fd476859d6648a679a7fbef8435 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 21 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories but, unfortunately, I neither remember the story itself or have a copy of it. When a writers class was formed at Utica during my freshman year in high school, I joined. I was greatly encouraged by the positive comments the teacher made about my work. Poetry became my favorite mode of expression about that time and has remained so ever since. The move to Utica was near disaster for the family. Life was not easy for any of us during the 1930's. While my father always had a job as a telegraph operator for the Pennsylvania Railroad, it was often uncertain where he would be located. Because of this, his sister, Aunt Ett, encouraged him to move to the farm located on a road which was a short-cut from Blacksnake Road to the St. Louisville road just a few miles west of Utica. Glowing rewards were dangled before everyone's eyes. Obstacles remained hidden until reality struck. Walt and Julia moved to the farm first to establish a flock of chickens, a source of milk, a sty for pigs, and any other productive food source. Julia was happy to get away from the immediate family - mother was going through "the change of life" and truly life was definitely challenging. Walt had met a setback in his career - a medical school had not accepted him because of lack of money - not grades. Walt was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. The farm did not help matters much. The weather turned bad - cold, snow, and ice. the brooder house caught fire. The calves got pneumonia and died. The pigs survived and lo - a mother sheep and her lamb showed up in the barnyard. When school was out in the spring the remainder of the family moved to the farm - except for Dad. An apartment was kept in Centerburg so Dad could continue his work. Everyone was busy. There was a huge garden to be plowed, planted , and tended. I recall Mother planted flowers between different beds of vegetables. It made working in the garden pleasant - the odors and the colors added greatly to the tasks. To reward us for our efforts, Mother made root beer, bottled it, and put it down in the well in a burlap sack to age. In late August there was nothing more cooling than a bottle of that root beer. Mother enjoyed raising canaries. Naturally, the chores of cleaning the cages, feeding and watering them became my brother's , sister's, and my jobs. It wouldn't have been so bad except there were several cages and more than one canary in each. Dad made the cages for the most part. He collected twigs, cut, peeled, and made the cage very comfortable for the birds. There they made beautiful music and some actually became pets. Strange, the pleasure Julia and I got from simple things. Often Mother would stay a day or two with Dad in Centerburg, Sis and I would have late night snacks of the forbidden drink - coffee - toast with homemade jelly. How good it tasted! When September rolled around it was time for school. I was to be in the eighth grade. Within two miles of the farm was a one-room school. This was where I was supposed to go, but my father objected. He wanted me to go to the large school in Utica. The school board refused to transport me; so father said he would provide the transportation. Dad gave up the apartment in Centerburg and had Jim, my brother, drive him back and forth to work. Since Dad worked nights, he and Jim would arrive in the morning just in time to get Julia, Jim and me to school on time. All went well for a time. Chestnut hunting, sawing lumber, hauling walnuts, preparing henhouses and barns for winter kept us busy. Then came the snow and the cold temperatures. The car would not start sometimes or the road was so drifted with snow, Jim couldn't get through. Or, if Jim wanted to miss a test, he conveniently slid into a drift. Jim didn't have time to study much so I realized his need for make-up oral tests. He always told me I learned my -21- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2413f85a62af3268b2f3406b996c7988.jpg 194aea8a17fe7dab73d95cb92b161f53 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (26) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 22 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories history by doing his notebooks for him. The strange part is that I did profit form it. I did extremely well on county and state tests for the next three years. Regardless of the interruptions Julia graduated from high school, Jim passed to the senior class, and I became a sophomore. During the summer we joined 4-H clubs and softball teams. We played mostly in pasture fields made into temporary ball fields. I was a catcher. One evening we were playing in a field where cows had grazed that day. I ran to catch a foul ball, caught it, but tripped and sat down in huge pile of cow dung. To make maters worse, I had on my favorite white linen shorts. We won the game though, and after a clean up at a friend's house - Marjorie Mix in St. Lousville - we all went to a movie at Newark, Ohio. Bob Burns and Marie McDonald sang "I like the Wide Open Spaces". My freshman year at Utica High School was probably the reason I later became a teacher. Clarence Ball was the superintendent - and the Latin teacher. Latin I had a handful of college hopefuls in it. Scheduled for the first period in the morning made it very difficult for Mr. Ball to get out of his office and into our class. It did not take long for routine to set in, so I took it upon myself to start the class whenever he couldn't make it. Although he never said anything, my grades reflected his appreciation; and I learned Latin. After learning about Roman life, I built a Roman house for my project. Julia and Jim became interested and helped me with it. The floor coverings Julia created had Greek designs. Mr. Ball was so excited over it that he arranged a dinner at the home of the superintendent of Homer's School to show it and me off. It was a great reward! Talk about Dewey - learn by doing! I remember another very important lesson - logical, scientific, thinking. Mr. Lawyer, our science teacher, insisted upon notebook work emphasizing: 1. state the problem; 2. propose solutions; 3. gather material evidence; 4. test the evidence; 5. draw conclusions. What a teacher! Here was another learning tool for living. Living on the farm gave me my first psychic experiences. While Dad and Julia were aware of this side of life, neither hinted nor gave any indication of it at that time. My most traumatic experience concerned our dogs, Pug and Brinnie. Our family was on the way to Newark and we had left Pug and Brinnie loose in the yard. I suddenly had a mental picture of Binnie lying in the road - dead. Why I did not say anything to anyone about it, I don't know. When we returned home later that evening, there he lay - just as I had pictured. World news was beginning to be a major influence upon our lives. We heard words and names, like Nazi, Jews, Erhart, Lenin, "reds" and other others. One event that shook everyone was the plane crash of Wiley Post and Will Rogers. Newspapers and radios were our chief sources of information. News did not travel very fast for we did not have electricity at the farm. I was also becoming much more conscious of people around me and how they impacted upon me. For example: Harold Law - who was a "stunt" piano player; Florence Dunlap in whose home I was welcome - especially after school; Joan Hite, who introduced me to chunky sweet chocolates; the Daggers, who shared their home and ice cream business with us; the Kovregs, who owned the peat bogs near us; and Jim Wharthen whose woods and sheep were next door. It amazes me now how we take these acquaintances for granted and never really realize the far-reaching effect each has had. Because of the snow at the present time - near blizzard conditions, I am reminded of other winters when such conditions caused serious problems. -32- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/630107f3bca2d40b4a73bb183e5ce391.jpg a6cdeac884f6581b68a2906dffb5d3f1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (27) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 23 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories When brother Jim had a huge paper route in Westerville, it was decided I could take twenty customers in the northend. I was nine years old and considered reliable. For several weeks all went well until winter set in with snow, ice, and bitter cold - 1929-30. The papers always seemed heavier as climatic conditions worsened. One bitter cold day a customer invited me inside to warm myself. It was so comfortable I overstayed and by the time I delivered all the papers, it was nearly dark. When I walked in, Mother and other family members gave me a verbal lashing which I never forgot. I must have frightened all of them very badly. We were living on the farm near Utica when the next snowy episode took place. It was Christmas time and all the family had gathered. Just about the time we sat down to dinner, it began to snow. Since snow was not unusual that year, no one was concerned, Christmas presents, game playing, and eating kept everyone bust. One of the boys went outside. When he came in, everyone listened. Drifting now was everywhere. No one had been down the road. It would soon be dark. A couple of the men took a car to break a path. They were soon stuck. In order to get out they formed a caravan and took shovels, blanket, matches, flashlights, and other emergency items. They were able to get to the main roads in about four hours. Meanwhile back at the house, we had to feed the animals, secure wood for fires, and keep water pumps from freezing. It snowed for nearly three days. No one came down our road because not too far from our house a tree had fallen across the road and no one had had a chance to remove it. After a week the county cleared the road. We had used about all the food in the house. The wood pile was very low. No one could have been happier than we were when Dad and Jim drove into our yard. Another time in Centerburg, there was a terrible ice storm. It had been raining very hard - everything was wet. The temperature dropped dramatically and everything froze. It was beautiful to see but dangerous for the wind rose and started whipping frozen limbs, bushes, wires, and loose items all over. Nearly always there is something funny one remembers. This icy incident occurred to a neighbor. He was known to drink too much; and so on an icy sidewalk, he tried to walk home. He was carrying a paper bucket with oysters in it. He slipped, dropped the bucket, and oysters went everywhere. Imagine a drunk trying to pick oysters off the ice covered sidewalk. Needless to say, our sides hurt from laughter, poor man! Late Sunday afternoons in the summer time was the right time for our family to gather to make ice cream. Since our farm had not yet been wired for electricity, we had to crank our maker by hand. I always thought Mother asked for work because she used a recipe which required cooking. Any cook knows how difficult it is to cook eggs, cream and milk without scorching it! Mother never scorched her pudding! It was always perfect. That's why my brothers never minded cranking the machine. Another thing that puzzled me was chopping the ice and packing it around the metal container. They always used ice cream salt to help the freezing. This blew my mind for all winter I was spreading salt on the icy sidewalks to melt the culprit! Just goes to show you why I took a strange look at ice cream making! At the same time I was a friend of the Daggers who owned and operated the Velvet Ice Cream Co. Years later when someone mentioned making ice cream, I reached for a recipe which did not require cooking. I found it and many years it took the hard work out of the cooking but I have never yet figured out the ice cream salt bit. P.S. If you'd like my recipe, I'll share it. -23- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/726a78e7e9244cb7b01c12a9dd829c8f.jpg c1c6a7281167f6866d645dabb3ea5143 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (28) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 24 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Ice Cream 4 eggs 1 qt. cream 2 1/2 cups sugar 1 1/2 tbsp. vanilla 1 1/2 qt. 1/2 tsp. salt Beat the eggs well until ight and fluffy. Add sugar gradually - about a quarter of a cup at a time, and beat well after each addition. As it becomes so stiff it is hard to beat you may add a little of the milk to make the beating easier. Add remaining ingredients, mix well and pour into freezer. If freezer is not 2/3 full, add more milk to make it so. If you add fresh fruit, omit vanilla. Unless fruit is well sweetened it will freeze harder than the cream. My sister, Julia, and my brother, Jim, were also friends of the Daggers. So it was no mystery when they invited us to help dip ice cream suckers. What fun we had - dipping and licking warm chocolate and ice cream. It is difficult for me to separate Centerburg and Utica experiences for one (Utica) simply interrupted my school life two years - the eighth and ninth grades. Winning letters for participation in sports was a goal nearly every student had. I was no different. So in my freshman year at Utica, I tried out for the girls' baseball team. Miss Mouser and Mr. Pierpoint coached. I decided to try for the catcher's position. To my great surprise I qualified. I beat out the senior who held the spot! We played all the surrounding schools in Licking County. When we played Granville, I played so hard I became overheated. I remember Miss Mouser took me to her home there and cooled me down. I don't remember how many games we won or lost but I remember the thrill of receiving my letter at our spring assembly. The last three years of high school were filled to the brim with activity. I had taken the college course curriculum so all my classes demanded study. Physics, Algebra I, II, and III along with Latin II and all the English-based classes one could take. When I wasn't in class or practicing the piano, I was playing piano for choir, orchestra, and church. I was also a cheerleader so I never missed a game! Roller skating rinks and movie houses filled our fun nights out. It was a real treat to go to The Ole Mill in Utica and roller skate on the second floor. Cool breezes blew through the windows making it a joyful occasion. If not there, I was at a rink at Buckeye Lake. Cousins Walter and Goldie Daughtery had a summer cottage there. I was invited to visit and allowed to skate. In the evenings they would take me to the Crystal Ballroom where all the leading bands would play. It was thrilling to hear the music and watch all the people dancing. Buckeye Lake was a truly fun place with other dance pavilions, carnival booths, and rides. You could skate all afternoon for a quarter. -24- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ec55b71ac11155ebe80aeb4794839945.jpg 3c0a9367b659af00449e42a5e60502c6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (29) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 25 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories BACCALAUREATE CENTERBURG HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM SUNDAY, MAY 21, 1939 Processional.....Gertrude Shipley Invocation.....Rev. Switor, Pastor of Christian Church Piano Solo.....Morning Mood....Jeannette Goff....Grieg Sermon.....Rev. Chapin, Pastor Disciple Church Praise Be To Thee.....Palestrina Come Holy Spirit.....Bach Chapel Choir Benediction.....Rev. Switor Recessional. Audience please remain seated while class marches from Auditorium. COMMENCEMENT CENTERBURG HIGH SCHOOL BAND MONDAY, MAY 22, 1939 Melody.....Huff, High School Concert Band Invocation.....Rev. Suitor, Pastor of Methodist Church Vocal Solo.....Friend.....Richard Doyle.....Davies Salutatory.....Health and Happiness Not Wealth and Power.....Richard McKinney Baritone Solo.....Carnival of Venice.....David Suitor.....Staigers Valedictory.....The Rising Waves.....Jeannette Goff Address.....Dick Smith, Ass't Director of Education Presentation of Class.....Supt. A.R. Liggett Presentation of Diplomas.....L.C. Dove, Pres. of Board of Education Dauntless Overture.....High School Band.....Holmes Benediction.....Rev. Suitor -25- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/274a6b4d9d9ac94cf84176864537435c.jpg 682badf852a4e641d789b22b49ff6607 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (30) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 26 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories I gave the following Valedictory address May 22, 1939. The Rising Waves The mighty ocean rolls; its waves rise to various heights. Far out on the horizon a ship is seen. It is laboring hard against the mighty waves which bear down upon it - almost crushing it beneath their weight. This is the ship of life- such as the ships of which we the graduating class if 1939 - are about to become the commanding captains. Our first voyages have been carefully guided by the capable hands of our parents and teachers. The troubling waves of our childhood and adolescence seldom interfered with our progress before some help was given us. Now, however, our hands are on the wheel. Now we have been launched, where will we anchor? Our crafts are floundering. Will the impending waves of unemployment, the evils of capitalism, organized labor, and the corruption in politics over whelm us? Of course, these waves are not always dangerous, but in times like these they are trying to sink us. In dealing with these impediments we must be most efficient and discreet in our speech and actions. Such waves are not avoided by a panic, or depression, but are overcome by courage, persistence, and common sense. Since we have learned that life does not move forward steadily and continuously like a river but in a series of waves or surges, like the waters of the sea, we have come to realize our ships must be made of strong, durable structure - such as the metal our lessons afforded us and riveted together by unyielding ties of friendship and courtesy. A few years ago, we became suddenly aware of small ripples stirring in a stream. They became restless and began growing moving faster, and rushing out into the large water. Here they met with other ripples and were swept away by a surprising quickness. These small waves were our careers. Tonight they are no longer small. They have risen to a critical height and we are to steer into a channel where this wave will not bring us disaster but carry us upon its crest. After our first wave is conquered, we shall realize that it has fixed in us a determination, a certain steadfastness that cannot be shaken even though the waters be rough and threatening. Our minds are cultured and broad; our hands are capable and strong; and our ships have been reinforced. Thus we are ready and waiting to solve our problems. This surge of unemployment, which is now wrapping the world in strife, can be remarkably changed if only we remember that the guidance of a human hand can not alone smooth the contemptuous swirl, but that the spiritual element is necessary to help solve this immense problem. So it is with all the menaces to democracy. It is fitting that we should pause here and offer our thanks that we are going out into a nation where we have freedom of religion, speech, and press. Here we are not dominated by a powerful captain who knows not the principles of humanity and where justice is the only verdict of crime. Since we are blest by this privilege, it is our duty that we steer cautiously so that the fierce winds and raging waves cannot turn our course. This year our class chose the motto: "Love and happiness not wealth and power." It is especially necessary that we are happy. How high we may ride on the waves of life of what material elements we leave behind us matters little, but it matters a great deal if we are happy. Some people are like pools and rivers - flowing to the sea. We are like rivers - we must flow on. We cannot be caught in a pool. We would be bound and angry and overflow -26- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5380c0332593756de67d7e64c2654932.jpg 91925569f5e959efdc01529f56b747c4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (31) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 27 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories at last in all sorts of wildness and misery. We must keep the channels clear so that nothing may mar our happiness. Classmates: Tonight we are parting at the rivers fork; we are each going a different way, but no matter what course we may choose to follow we can not escape the joys and the sorrows of life. It is now our duty to take up life as adults and make of it as God wills us. Our education has taught the experience of others and now we must use this knowledge in making our way. A fitting close is this stanza from Long fellow's "The Building of a Ship" "Like unto ships far off at sea Outward or homeward are we Before, behind and all around, Floats and swing the horizon bound, Seems at its distant rim the rise And climb the crystal wall of the skies And then again to turn and sink As if we could slide from its outer brim. Ah! It is not the sea It is not the sea that sinks and rises But ourselves That rock and rise With endless and uneasy motion Not touching the very skies Not sinking into the depths of ocean Ah! If our souls but poise or swing Like a compass in its brazen ring Ever level and ever true It is toil and to the task we have to do. We shall sail securely and safely reach The Fortune Isles on whose shining beach The sights we see and the sound we hear Will be those of joy and not of fear!" High school at Centerburg was terrific as I look back upon it now. I was encouraged to do the best I could in everything I undertook. As a result I graduated highest in my class. My parents provided as many outside interests as possible. Trips to Chicago were especially memorable. My brother, Walt, was attending college in Chicago. Pat, his wife, was a teacher at a private boys' school. Both were house parents of a fraternity house. Mother and I visited when vacation time for the fraternity boys came. Soldiers' Field, Rosenthal Museum, the Art Gallery, Navy Pier, and Marshall Fields became household names. I remember seeing inlaid coffee spoons and four hundred dollar dresses at Marshall Fields. In between sight-seeing trips, I read the novel of the time, Gone with the Wind. On a New Year's Eve, Mother, Dad, and I visited Walt and Pat at an apartment to which they had moved. We went into the Loop for the celebration. The Big Apple was the dance of the day. Every other group would be doing it. The crowds were next to riotous. -27- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ad85baa8f6be9efef0492cec35d552a3.jpg 80cfb3fa12a58015e7465b6c172ce7af Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (32) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 28 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories They rocked streetcars nearly overturning them. They did snake dances - pushing and shoving their way along. Merchants had closed the heavy iron guards to protect their huge display windows from flying debris. it was both exhilarating and scary for me, but a great experience. Pittsburgh was another city Mother liked to visit. Uncle Oddie and Aunt Winnie lived in Carnegie; so off we went to visit them. The train trip was often a "sootie" affair, but it never daunted a shopping trip to Gimbel's. Aunt Winnie always brought me a chocolate malt as we finished our day. Julia and I visited them also as our cousins, Charles, Frances, and Danny were fun to be with. Charles and Frances would take us to parties with them. One party was at Josephine Joseph's house. The Josephs were Filipinos. They were friendly, happy people who welcomed us with open arms. Numerous friends of both our cousins and the Josephs were there. We danced, ate, and sang well into the wee hours. On our way home on the train one of the group we had met at the Josephs was the head waiter in the dining car. He invited us to eat. What fun! I shall never forget the soft tone of the gong as he announced lunch in the dining car. Music Music has always been a gratifying , yet frustrating, part of my life. The trouble, I believe now, was my goal. To become an artist was a very high reach, and I never quite made it. The training I had early on was valuable but I really never developed the discipline to help me become an artist. I did not practice as religiously as I needed, and I do not believe I had the innate talent needed. My ear was not developed, and I did not have perfect pitch. Yet, I did manage to achieve a degree of skill above many other voice and piano students. It was never enough to gain artist status. It was enough to permit a great deal of pleasure. I did a few memorable public appearances. During my senior year in high school, the music director, Mr. Henry Sommers entered me into the piano solo competition as well as David Suiter on baritone, the Centerburg choir in choral competition, and a trio - Jean McCalla, Gertrude Shipley and Betty Strawser. At that time I was the accompanist for all of it. The district competition was held at Dennison University. The schedule for the performance was hectic and dashing from building to building was rigorous. Realizing the stress it created on the performers, and especially on me, Mr. Sommers picked me up and and carried me up and down stairways. It paid off for all us of us for we came away with high standings. My rating sent me to Oberlin for state competition. Mother was very proud of this accomplishment and did everything she could to make the performance top-notch. The competition for the contest was Rachmaninoff's "Prelude in C# Minor". The setting was Moscow, Russia, and so Mother made me a black full skirt, a high-necked blouse with full sleeves embroidered with colorful floral scenes on them and a black, shoe-laced bodice. Toeless black patent leather high-heeled shoes which laced up the front similar to the bodice completed the outfit. I remember how very elegant and comfortable the outfit was to wear. When we - Mother, my brother Ike, and I - arrived at the college, I remember the concert piano upon which I was to play. It was huge I had never seen one quite like it. I do not remember the number of contestants, but I was number three at the end of it all. Teachers and friends said it was a good showing, but I was not number one; and I was a bit let down. Nevertheless, I had many invitations to perform in Westerville, Sunbury, and -28- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d4652de489be7c958f8aafa0eaa229cd.jpg 71be850ddb84bcf2589fd9b20a2648a2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (33) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 29 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Centerburg. The Ted Mack Show in Chicago was popular then, and my brother, Ike, entered me as a contestant. What an experience! Dad secured a pass for me so Mother and I took the train to the "windy" city. The radio station was on the nineteenth floor of the Merchandise Mart, located downtown on the river. Naturally, i was a bit nervous but managed to play well. Again, I was not to be the winner! A 75 year old lady who sang "Shout down My Rainbarrel" walked off with the prize. Nevertheless, I had appeared on a national radio hook- up and that was rewarding. Out of it came a correspondence with Jack Bishop, a young man from Troy, Ohio, for 2 or 3 years. We never met, and I have often wondered what happened to him. When I graduated from high school, I was given a scholarship for music by Capital; University. Unfortunately, my family was not in a financial situation to accept this offer. Uncle Charlie Geiselman had passed away just before my graduation and that had ended my chances of going to Cincinnati Conservatory of Music. He had left me enough money to attend Ohio State for one year, but court settlement did not come until a year later. My music career was stalled and never resumed the momentum it had had. Yet, teaching was an outlet for participation in musical activities. I found church also was a avenue of musical enjoyment. I sang in the church choir and led the youth choir for a time. I later became the church organist. Two outstanding programs I remember with emotion were: a memorial for John F Kennedy when he was assassinated; and, one Easter service when Ed Hoke lead the choir in the Hallelujah Chorus. At one time we had a Community Choir, and I played for a cantata presented by it. It was led by the pastor's wife, Mrs. Bell, who had her lovely grand piano moved to the high school auditorium for the performance. It was an outstanding concert for a group of volunteer church choir members. The only other public appearances included accompanying the minstrel shows the local Lion's Club produced. When I did not accompany, Louise Breece did, and then I would sing to Harold who was an end man. I sang "I Wed Three Hundred Pounds" - which, of course, was the truth. It proved to go over very well. The second night of the performance, the men wired Harold's chair, but I did not know. I was supposed to sit on his lap, but he wouldn't permit it. What a disappointment to the other guys, but he and I were saved from the "shock" of our lives. Sometimes now I play for club groups; but, again, I do not practice and I won't play without it. I sometimes enjoy just "playing around" for my own amusement. Freshman Year in the Dorm When Uncle Charlie Geiselman died in the spring before I graduated from high school in May, I knew my dream of attending a conservatory of music was gone. Reality set in when I learned the amount he had left me in his will would scarcely pay for my first year in Ohio State University. I had to forego the scholarship from Capital University also. There just wasn't enough money. It was equally demoralizing to find the courts took a year to settle Uncle Charlie's estate, and so I could not enter any college until September, 1940. Needless to say that year was difficult for me. Miss Hanawalt tried her best to keep my interest in piano work as high as possible. I even took up violin lessons - disaster, however, for my left handedness put a tremendous block in my way. I tried working during that year. Ma and Pa Wilson had a restaurant in Centerburg so -29- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d1f455762ba462e89240e35e1f2aa260.jpg faf90dcb12cd308969f37ab88a81ec94 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (34) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 30 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories I asked for a job. I reported one week but my father said he would not permit me to become a waitress. Next, Dr. Bender hired me as a dental assistant. That was a real learning experience in many ways. First, I learned to ride at 100 miles an hour in his Cadillac as we flew to Mt. Vernon to his office. He used gas to put people to sleep while he removed their teeth, I was petrified one day when he nearly lost one man. He sent me scurrying for hot tea at the bar downstairs under the office. Fortunately, the man recovered and the tea did help. Doc also liked the Elks Club and delighted in taking me there to eat while he imbibed. I truly learned much from those episodes, too. Socially I dated a number of local guys, but I wasn't ready for a lasting commitment to any of them. They were leaving daily for the armed forces so I promised to write - and I did. Finally, September came and off to Columbus I went, My assigned roommate had not arrived so I checked with another Centerburg girl, Jean Long, who had no roommate yet. A very unusual thing happened. The head lady of the dorms, Mrs. Emma Prout, turned out to be a girlfriend of my mother's when they both lived in Dresden, Ohio. The two were very excited in meeting each other after so many years. Of course, it made Jean's and my problem easily solved. Jean and I had a lovely room in Oxley Hall and settled into our new surroundings quickly and easily. Mother was relieved to know I would be well supervised, and Father thoroughly enjoyed the all-girl dorm setting. My freshman year was filled with activities I shall never for get! There were dinner exchanges with men's dorms - the Stadium Club for example. Three of us triple dated fellows from there. We attended basketball games held at the Fairgrounds Coliseum for there was not St. John's Arena then. Saturday evenings were spent at the Ratskellar, or, if money permitted at the Catacombs downtown Columbus. Sunday evening found us at the Purple Cow, a popular hamburger restaurant also downtown. We rode the streetcar from 11th and Neil. Because I was a music student, I was required to attend concerts at Memorial Hall on Broad Street (now COSI). what wonderful performances - Rachmaninoff, Stern, various symphonies, Iturbi and his sister, the Russian Cossacks and many others. The dances on campus were thrilling, too, especially the Military Ball in the spring, R.O.T.C. put it on and the highest officers in Ohio were present as was the Governor of the State. Count Bassie and other great dance orchestra leaders played for the events. The OSU Marching Band held wonderful dances, too, and I was fortunate to be asked to these also. Fort Hayes Hotel was a favorite place for these. My partner and I cleared the dance floor doing the waltz! Studying at the libraries was necessary at any hour, so we also had library dates especially at night so we never walked back to the dorms alone. It paid off though for all of us made the dean's list. Unfortunately for me my father became extremely ill and after thirty-four years he had to retire. My dorm life ended when school was out that spring. The War Years and Dad's Illness Life for most Americans was changed and/or was greatly influenced by the events taking place in Europe. Hitler unleashed his fury in 1939, and the atrocities grew more threatening every day. Although the United States tried to stay out of the conflict, the so- called "surprise" attack on Pearl Harbor by Japan opened the doors to all out world war. -30- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/133315e56617f48f4346369b00a9e732.jpg 2804bee5e919b042e27b41554b47e7ff Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (35) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 31 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Julia and Kendall were the first of our immediate family to be directly affected. Ken had been commissioned a second lieutenant because of his R. O. T. C. training at Ohio State University. He was called up prior to the attack and when war was declared it was only a few months until he was sent overseas. Their daughter, Karen was only three months old when he left from Indiantown Gap, Pennsylvania. Julia, Karen, and I were there. It was a heart- breaking scene when we parted. It proved to be a a very difficult separation. To ease our pain, Julia and I went shopping before heading home. I will never forget the beautiful clothes we found. she found a gorgeous black velvet dress trimmed in white lace. Then we visited the village of Hersey, PA. It was so clean and attractive it left a better 'taste in our mouth' than Indiantown Gap. On the way home, Julia let me drive for a ways, I had never driven before and did not learn to do so until after I was married. I guess I really scared myself so badly I had no desire to drive for years. It was not long before Jim decided he would join the Navy. Off he went to the Great Lakes Naval Station in Chicago. This was difficult for Mother for Dad's health had truly deteriorated. He had become dependent upon Mother. The other family members helped whenever possible. It was necessary to prepare food to be be pumped into Dad's stomach. His esophagus had closed at the top of his stomach. Often I accompanied Dad to white Cross and University Hospitals for his so-called treatments. The last treatment, before an operation, was so severe that his hair turned gray. In later months some color returned. Since Pat, Walt's wife, inherited her mother's house on East Cherry Street, she needed someone to live in it who would take care of it. Pat and Walt now lived in Dunbar, West Virginia, where he had his doctor's office and large practice. Mother agreed to move from Centerburg to Sunbury, Bob, Harry, and Walt arranged the move. When Julia and I returned home from Pennsylvania, Mother had moved. It was quite a shock for we had not been informed. Nothing seemed to daunt us too much during those years so this was just another incident to be experienced. Julia delivered me to Sunbury, and she went to Centerburg to Kendell's parents. The Sophomore Year at OSU Julia was determined that I not interrupt college. She decided to take an apartment on summit Street so I would have a place to live. The tree of us - Julia, Baby Karen, and I - had truly "rough" experience there. 1942-43 was a cold, difficult year with was regulations enforced to the hilt. "Black outs" were practiced with wardens checking every house and apartment for black curtains, lights out, and barring smoking anywhere outdoors. On memorable experience concerned scarce food items. A lack of meat, cigarettes, and women's hosiery cause long line to form quickly out side any store advertising an available shipment. Meatless dinners were common: so one day I stood in line to get a pound of hamburger. When Julia tried to cook it, she could not get it right. We discovered when we bit into a patty, it was red inside and tough to chew. We discovered - after showing and discussing it with friends - I had purchased horse meat. I had an 8:00 A.M. class at University Hall. the walk from 13th and Summit was challenging, but I don't recall ever missing a class regardless of rain, sleet, or snow. I never cut a class until many year later under other circumstances. -31- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7a8b0b7272992044e7b83137ab77cb00.jpg 730afda7e9fe7da7b0c3cec63202375d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (36) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 32 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories At Harry and Marg's House The apartment on summit Street proved very difficult for Julia. When Harry and Marg dropped in for a visit and found Julia and Karen ill, they suggested we moved in with them on Logan Avenue in Westerville. The move was made relatively easily, but it complicated my situation. I needed transportation. Money was scarce, and my future looked bleak. But, one must always keep the faith that all will work out: and it did. Harry paid my tuition (around fifty dollars); I lived with Harry, Marg, Julia and Karen so I had shelter and food. Either Julia or Harry gave me $2.00 a week for transportation and lunch. I cannot remember who financed books and extra bus transportation, but I am certain Harry, Julia, and possibly Mom, did not let me miss anything. Several people from Westerville commuted to Ohio State University, and I was fortunate to get a ride with Hoffs, Helen and her brother, Betty Snyder and Carl Fitsche, and the charge was only $1.00 per week. I usually skipped lunch especially since I had met Jay McKinley, a former schoolmate in elementary school. He was employed by the Pennsylvania Railroad and made good money. He loved to dance, and we did not miss many dances either on campus or in Westerville and Columbus. Also, because he worked from the Columbus terminal and his hours were night runs, he would meet me after early morning classes and have brunch. December 7, 1941, I was singing in the annual concert, "The Messiah" given by the music department. Members of my family and Jay attended. The first half of the concert lacked spirit and had errors in performance. Mr. Dereck was really disgusted with us. After intermission Dereck came back to the podium and one could sense a change in his demeanor. It was "catching"! We all responded and during the Hallelujah Chorus, there were few dry eyes. Tears were streaming down my face, and I know I sang like never before. When we were able to sit down, he told us what had happened. Pearl Harbor had been attacked. Disbelief, shock, and near panic gripped everyone. The huge crowd that had filled the gymnasium silently file out. Needless to say, it changed nearly everyone's life. In February of "42 Jay and I became engaged. We picked out our rings at Argo and Lehne's in downtown Columbus. He knew he would be joining the Navy and leaving soon for Connecticut. It all happened so fast in the following months that I do not recall when the "Dear Jane" letter came and suddenly Jay was married to some woman he had met in Connecticut. (Incidentally, this was the first in five marriages during his lifetime.) I have never seen Jay again, and I never gave his ring back. Mary had the diamonds reset along with her great-grandmother's diamonds. She still has it. During '42 and '43, I continued to stay with Harry and Marg and attend Ohio State. Naturally, I met many soldiers as most of the girls at OSU volunteered at Fort Hayes for various reasons, and I did too. Frank Travella and I became good friends. Julia liked him and gave a party at Harry's for him and several friends. It was a nice affair. By this time my education had progressed to a point where university people felt I could go out to teach. Teachers were badly needed by now since the war had taken great numbers of them. I was invited to meet with the Waldo School board members to interview for an English teacher position. Whether they liked me or were desperate for a teacher, I really don't know but they hired. cheaply - $900.00 for the year. This proved good and bad news. I still needed to finish my degree and I had to find some place to stay as I had no transportation. Julia took me to Waldo to look for a place to stay. We went from one lead to another -32- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/86b0a0745ceb0adca12d8a735ee37441.jpg 1a8a50c979a56087ae3ad51cf01a5ade Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (37) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 33 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories and no luck. Finally, Julia needed gasoline and she stopped at a station. Then the car wouldn't start. Raymond Burnoskey came out of the garage to check it out. We told him of our plight. He not only fixed the car, he told us to go see his wife, Helen. They had an extra room and maybe she would rent it. The renting of the room and breakfast cost me $4.00. a week. Thus began a long and wonderful friendship. They became Mary's godparents. Here was where my psychic experience kicked in again. One night I suddenly awoke and it was if someone was reading my fortune. The voice said "You will meet the person you will marry here." I went back to sleep but upon awakening, I remembered the incident. It wasn't long after that I met Harold. I was busy trying to stage the junior class play, Jay Klingel was the leading man so naturally we were working very hard together. One night after a difficult time, he asked me if I was having any fun, any social life, and I said no, I had no time for it since school started. He replied he was going to introduce me to his cousin who he was certain would add some fun to my life. Before the next rehearsal, there was Jay and his cousin sitting in the neatest black coupe in town. Meeting Harold After introductions Jay discreetly left and Harold ask f he could take me home after play practice. When it was over, there he was. I must say we took the the "long way" home. I was introduced to Marion, Ohio, with its many industries and railroad tracks! Little things, events, and situations sometimes catapult to big one. For example, Miss Hamilton, a home economics teacher, and I ate evening meals with Harold's Aunt Ruth - Jay's mother. One evening after dinner when Louie, Jay's brother on leave from the Army, was there, Harold came in on the pretense of seeing Louie. Miss Hamilton was about to leave saying she had to wash her hair. Aunt Ruth suggested she wash it in her kitchen for she had rain water to rinse it. Miss Hamilton agreed and Harold offered to help by handling the bucket of rain water for her Wow! Was I furious! Why, I did not realize until afterwards - I was really jealous. My psychic kicked in again. Teachers worked at ball games. It was a Friday night game at Waldo and I was ticket seller. The game had begun. all was quiet at the counter. I heard a noise and looked up to see this big good looking, neatly dressed guy coming up the stairs. My heart did a couple flip-flops as I realized it was "Tiny" as he was called by the guys. It wasn't too long after that we made a trip to Centerburg to the jewelers. On February 29, 1944, we became engaged. I refused an engagement ring - I still had one and didn't want it either. Mother wore it until she died; then, Mary received it. In March of '44 one of the worst snows of the winter hit. Schools were closed and nearly every movement was shut down - not Harold! He was at his grandmother's house where I was now staying because Burnoskey's needed the bedroom for her mother. What plans did I have for the day Harold asked. I had planned to go to OSU in Columbus to sign up for my spring and summer classes. I wanted to finish my degree. But I was stranded - no bus service today. Needless to say, Harold fixed that. Off we went through drift after drift and arrived at OSU where I successfully signed up. Out of the $900.00 salary I had saved enough money to pay for my tuition, books and necessary item. I told Harold there was not money for a big wedding. Again, Harold came -33- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a8f83b85d07cd3830a20760f22cea484.jpg 9fc10485dbb5db29a86d72c7aea0767b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (38) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 34 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories to the rescue. He said, "Spend your money on the wedding. I'll pay all the college expenses." I did and he did, and for more rewarding results, neither could ask. The Wedding What is so rare as a day in June? June 4, 1944 was a rare day for me. Harold and I had chosen that day, Sunday, for our wedding to occur. I awoke when my sister Julia came into the room - I was living with Mother on East Cherry Street. Everyone thought it was time to get the events of the day started. There was a tinge of excitement in the air. Mother and Julia had planned the events: and as usual, they were happening much as planned. There was one near disaster. When the cake was delivered, the top layer had slide off and down the side of the next layer. (it was very warm that day and a caterer had used the trunk of his car as a delivery unit.) Mom and Julia put their talents to work and quickly replaced and redecorated the smeared parts. The driver was indeed grateful. He said all the way he had listened for the bell tinkling on the top layer - all had been well until just before he hit Sunbury limits. As time approached the wedding party started to arrive. All the guys went next door (the east side double) where Mildred Garlinghouse was living and had graciously offered to host them. Since nearly all the attendants were relatives, the gals were already at Mom's. Margaret Warner and her sister, Garnet Edwards operated a hair salon right next to Root's Department Store. For six weeks before the wedding I had had appointments to do my hair, have facials, and have my nails fixed. On the day of the wedding, Garnet came and did all the ladies hair. photo - left to right: Gablers (neighbors) My dad and mother, Jeannette, Harold, Harold's mother and father, Grandmother Klinger -34- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/63b485207b405f7123b835a9043a5e1a.jpg 445f14eff57366acb71f2a70921ba25c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (39) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 35 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories My mother had made all the dresses - my gown, the three bridesmaids, and the little girls, Patty and Karen. There were 36 covered buttons down the back of each gown. What a sight it was to see the bridesmaids lined up behind each other buttoning the dresses. The flowers arrived from Snyders in Centerburg. It was war time, and we tried not to overdo because of it. When ordering the flowers, I had expressed a desire for orchids: but I agreed that was to much under the circumstances. How excited I was when my bouquet- made of white roses and white gardenias - was centered with the most beautiful white orchid I had ever seen. It was gift from the florist, and it was removable so I could wear it on my going-away outfit. When Harold's parents arrived, I was just coming down the stairway, ready to go to the church. When they saw me, they started to cry. I could not imagine why. Nor, could Harold; but we both were moved by their tears throughout the wedding ceremony. photo of Jeannette and Harold leaving the church Julia Hewett and Harry Copeland Vonda Curren and J. C. Klinger photo of Mrs. Robert Goff, Miss Vonda Curren, Mrs Kendall Hewett, Jeanette and Harold, Mr. Harry Copeland, Jr., J. C. Klinger, Mr. Robert Goff -35- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bb90438d80829291121d340276e299c0.jpg c8bd11d4bff7160a003cfcadf5090d77 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (40) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 36 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories A funny thing happened on the way to the church. From the double, the parsonage and then the church proved to be such a short distance that we all chose to walk. When I went out the front door, I looked up and all my neighbors' porches were filled with people! Until than, I was not aware that Sunbury people were interested for I really had not been home very much with college and teaching keeping me busy. Mary Morris told me she remembers it! Harold had said when I turned the corner of the aisle to proceed to the altar, he would wink at me. He did! I caught my breath and could not release the catch. My brother Walt, the doctor had taken my father's place as Dad was too ill to participate. He whispered - loud enough for everyone to hear - "For Christ's sake, breathe!" A merry titter rippled through the church. After that, everything was happy and funny. Mrs. Mabel Gammill - my music teacher here in Sunbury - was amused by my nervous buns shaking up and down under my satin gown. The music was furnished by Martha and Bob Rice. Martha taught at Waldo. Bob sang beautifully - "Oh Promise Me", "I Love You Truly", "Why Do I Love You" and more. The wedding marches were majestically rendered by Martha on the organ. The reception was at the house, and Mother was in her best form hostess while Julia really enjoyed herself circulating among the guests and making everyone comfortable. Yet, there is always a slipup of something. This time when the cake cutting time came, no one remembered to light the candles, And. there was a special candelabra on the buffet which a dear missionary friend of Walt and Pat, Illa Grindell, loaned to us for this special occasion. Changing clothes to get away was a task. Everything needed changing; matching lingerie was a must, of course. In the process, people kept knocking on my door. I got half the underwear on; but when my brother wanted in, I slipped the pretty blue panties under the bed pillow for a moment while he was there. The moment grew longer, and my memory shorter. They were forgotten. I haven't lived that down yet. Pictures took time, but time well spent as I look at them now, some fifty years later. Member of the bridal party were: Julia Hewett, my sister, matron of honor: bridesmaids, Vonda Opal Curren, Harold's sister, and Martha Goff, wife of my brother Robert: Sonny Copeland, Harold's best friend, best man; ushers, J. C. Klingel, a first cousin of Harold, and Robert, my brother. Dr. Walter B. Goff was my father's substitute and my brother. Hostesses were Patricia Evelyn Goff, Walt's wife, and Josephine Joseph, a Filipino friend from Pittsburgh. Gifts for the bridesmaids were gold crosses on chains. The bride was given a pearl necklace with earrings to match. Oberholtzer Jewelry in Centerburg engraved the rings as well. Honeymoon and Summer School When we finally slipped away from the reception, we headed out old Rt. 3 and to the church on Centerburg road. We again had our picture taken and then took off toward the north. Harold had not told me where we were going. Earlier he had sent his sister down to my house with sports outfits to prepare me for outdoor activities. I took advantage of the offer! Now, however, as we sped along I was so weary from the day's experiences, I fell asleep. Upon awakening I discovered we were in Adrian , Michigan, at a lovely hotel. Our lives became as one and lasted until death did us part thirty-two years and eight months later. -36- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a307907f3c0bed24e0de00da2d3a63fb.jpg 82d2155f116b26229666ecbca47b7ba9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (41) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 37 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories The next day we drove out to a resort, named appropriately Trail's End, rented a cabin on Devil's lake and engaged in Harold's favorite past-time, fishing. For nearly seventeen years this became our vacation goal. A trip or two a year to Curtis , Michigan, became the habit. Often our parents, his aunts and uncles, Julia and Ken, or friends - like Bernard and Jane Myers at Indian lake - would add to the fun and fishing. On June 6, 1944 about five o'clock in the morning, I awoke and felt very hungry. Harold prepared a delicious breakfast and while eating we turned on the radio. To our utter surprise we picked up transmissions of D-Day and for several hours were practically glued to that broadcast. Battle noises in the background, competent stern voices issuing orders, excited journalists voicing emotional responses. Needless to say, we did not party much that day! Our own happiness dimmed in the light of this event. One other morning - quite early, there was a persistent knocking sound. It kept up until I asked Harold to answer the door. He listened for a moment and then started laughing. I was wearing my feelings on my sleeve about this time so I did not appreciate his sense of humor that early in the morning and the loud knocking. He invited me to look out the window. There on a telephone pole close-by was the largest woodpecker I had ever seen. Soon, I, too was laughing. The joke was on me! Cpl. S. T. Oswionski - Ossi and Dolores - was a soldier on his honeymoon. They had a cottage across the street from us but they had no car. We noted that and Harold offered to take them anywhere they needed or wanted to go. (His company, the Eastman Trucking Company , had given him gasoline stamps for a wedding present! Who better to share them with than a soldier!!) Needless to say we became good friends and the next few day were great; but all things have an ending and it was time to return home. I recall stopping at book shop and with my last dollars purchasing a book of poetry. The Belling It stared out to be a quiet, warm Friday evening. I had returned to Waldo from Ohio State and Tiny had arrived home in time for the evening meal. We both had a gut feeling something was going to happen this night. And it did! We heard the drone of motorcycles in the distance. The sounds grew louder and soon about a dozen Harley Davidsons came into the front yard. The Marion Motorcycle Club-- of which Tiny was a very active member -- invited us to ride with them to the clubhouse in Marion. Tiny agreed if could lead the way. Naturally that was what they wanted; but what they got was a surprise. They had tied tin cans on the back of our bike. While they rattled and clanged as we rode, they also stirred up a terrible dust on the roads Tiny chose to take. When we arrived at the club house, most of them were covered with dust and some hacking and sneezing! Some were a bit out-of-sorts. Once we entered the clubhouse, the mood changed. The girls had prepared a real party atmosphere with all the trimming. They presented us with a beautiful blue satin blanket. We spent the better part of the evening there. The gang escorted us back to Waldo on paved roads. In the meantime, word had spread throughout Waldo of what was happening. When we arrived at the house, carloads of people had gathered, I was amazed. Tiny was tickled. He and his parents brought out cans of pop, cigars, and candy bars. It was then I realized I could not return to Waldo High to teach, for there were my students, juniors and sophomores, lighting up cigars. I could see discipline going right out the window of every class room. After all the goodies disappeared and the laughter and joking had subsided, the gang -37- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/330bb719ac05c7c753dd53c6d37d04c8.jpg 892513320d8fac9acc1667b8aadac664 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (42) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 38 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories began to wish us much happiness and to leave. Needless to say, Tiny and I felt warmly accepted into the community life in Waldo. Because I was scheduled for summer school we had decided to live with Harold's folks. That did not prove to be the best choice. First, upon our return I became ill with the flu. Then, commuting by bus from Columbus to Marion was time consuming and emotionally upsetting. I rented a room in Columbus and limited my trips home. We also rented an apartment in Marion. Thinking I should not go back to Waldo to teach, I applied for a job in Marion. Dr. E.E. Holt who later became Ohio superintendent of schools, hired me to teach at Vernon Junior High: social studies, English, and dramatics. While still a student, I held a full-time job. In order to credit me with student teaching my advisor, Dr. Landsettle, came to Marion to supervise me. Since he did not know Marion and we had no cafeteria at school, I invited him to lunch with us at noon. Harold had been to Columbus and stopped at the market for black bread and trail bologna. With soup and fruit, we all enjoyed lunch. Dr. Lansettle said he was delighted as his wife would not let him bring black bread and bologna home, and he loved it. The reader will have no trouble knowing the grade I received!! Moving from Harold's folK's house had been a traumatic event. It was quite a while before they came to visit. We invited them for dinner and thought we had planned a good dinner. When they brought a casserole and several other items - just to be certain we had enough. We entertained a lot that year. Harold's cousin, Richard Curren was in the army. He came home on leave so we had him and his bride, Elizabeth, over for dinner and an evening of fun. My brother, Jim, was given a leave from the South Pacific. Julia, Karen, and Jim came for overnight. (Jim had flight nerves - he was a navigator on a P-B-Y and had been shot down over Siapan.) Harold added to his problem by taking him for a ride on the Harley Davidson motorcycle. Snow, that year, was several feet deep, so the ride turned out to be exciting to say the least. That night none of us could sleep. We got up around four o'clock and fixed steaks and salad. Harold started use the salt shaker which had a hole in it. Of course it spilled and angered him. The kitchen window was up- just enough- and he threw the shaker out the window. Since we were on the second floor, the shaker fell in the deep snow below and I never found it until late spring. Christmas in the apartment was memorable. Money was scarce. The trucking business suffered from the weather conditions. So we were limited in our celebration. I wanted a tree though so we bought that. Decorations were another thing. I decided to have one set of bulbs, one box of ornament and cover all with angel hair - a filmy, web-like material that could be stretched to cover the entire tree. It proved attractive and satisfying. Naturally, I wrapped one of our wedding gift white sheets around the base. All seemed well. When I dismantled the decoration, I tossed the white sheet in with our white clothes - T-shirts, panties, slips and the like. The first time Harold put on fresh clothing, he started to itch. No matter how he scratched or what powder or lotion he used, nothing helped. I experienced the same malady. Our thoughts included school lice, bed bugs and everything except the angel hair! Angel hair was made from the newly released product nylon. The fibers had gotten in the sheet and when I washed it, it also got into our clothing. It took several washing to rid ourselves of those fibers! During this time I had been finishing my college requirements. I graduated just before -38- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/795fa6408398ad684de23fcca37ad02f.jpg 413072bab0ae2e8114cb498dd156a8df Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (43) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 39 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Christmas. the graduation was held in the old University Hall and a reception was held at the president's home. Mom and I went to the reception but did not stay long as Harold and Jim were waiting in the car in the cold. Harold gave me a lovely birthstone ring for graduation. Katherine and Ernest Eastman had three children - two boys, Bruce and Dwayne and a girl, Diane. Unfortunately Diane had been born with a physical defect which confined her to her home. She was exceptionally brilliant as was Dwayne. Dwayne was a senior in high school, looking forward to college and diplomatic school in Washington, D. C. He had already developed social graces beyond his years. He was artistic and deeply moved by good music. Opera was one of his loves. As I had always wanted to see an opera, Harold offered to buy the tickets, the flowers, provide the hotel, and transport us to the opera in Cleveland, but he would not attend. Carolyn Self, our landlady's granddaughter, was also an opera lover; so off we all went to Verdi's Aida in Cleveland. It was an outstanding performance all around. We came home thrilled and satisfied. How very glad I have been ever since for the fates of both Carolyn and Dwayne were devastating. A year or two later Dwayne became ill with balbar paralysis and died at Children's Hospital within ten days. Just three later, after Carolyn had been married only a few months, she suffered a fatal disease. About this time the trucking business was losing money and Harold was beginning to feel ill. Bob, Martha, and Julia had a small restaurant in Sunbury, Ohio. Martha discovered she was pregnant. She and Bob wanted out of the business. Julia was worried about someone to help. Harold and I decided to buy in. After school was out in June, we moved in with my mother and dad, and became partners in a restaurant. The Year of the Restaurant The winter of 1944 had been a cold snowy, difficult one for Harold and the Eastman Trucking Company. It had set him back financially and physically. When spring arrived, my brother Bob discovered his wife Martha was pregnant. My sister Julia was in a panic. Bob and Julia ran a small restaurant in Sunbury. What was she to do? There was not way she could carry on alone. Her husband, Captain Kendell Hewett, was still overseas. She and daughter lived with Mother in the Patrick house on East Cherry Street. Julia decided to visit Harold and me at our apartment in Marion. She told us of her dilemma, and we listened sympathetically. How could we help? She needed a partner to buy out Bob's share. After deliberating at length, Harold offered to talk to Bob. In June, after my school term, was over, Harold and I moved our few possessions to Sunbury. You would have thought the transition was simple, but it was not. No one would rent to us. Harold was a 4F - that meant he was physically unfit to serve in the armed forces. No one seemed to care that he was an active Civil Defense patrolman, on call 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. In desperation , we moved in with Mother. It wasn't long before Hosea Hopkins heard of our problem. He appeared at the restaurant Photo of Hopkins House -39- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/351086d6e9b4f7f60a9e32ac2d05dd93.jpg 6cfd78efb9e01598efb5dedd1a86004b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (44) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 40 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories one day and told us he had a large room at the Hopkins House and we were more than welcome to rent. We would have to share a bathroom with all his other roomers; but he, in turn, would encourage them to eat at the restaurant. It proved a convenient arrangement. Rising at five-thirty in the morning and arriving at the restaurant at six became routine. Coffee, donuts, toast, cereal, bacon, ham, eggs and other breakfast orders kept us busy until ten. Then it was gear up for lunch. Some preparations has been done the evening before. One was potato peeling. The potatoes were kept in the basement. Every evening Harold and I would put cold water in a ten gallon can and go to the basement to peel the "spuds". As we worked we could feel the presence of "eyes" - not those of the potatoes, either. They were the eyes of rats. I refused to help if something wasn't done. Harold was reared with guns. He was a crack shot, and so, he took his pistol with us and soon the problem grew less and less threatening. In the meantime, we had an extermination company come and take care of not only rats but cockroaches, ants, flies and any other unwanted pests. It was also my first serious cooking. Harold was the real cook, so through him and various cookbooks, I learned to prepare rather tasty meals. Shepards' Pie rescued leftovers from the many beef and pork dinners. Rationing was imposed on all citizens during the war. Restaurants were no exceptions. Our sugar supply was dwindling fast. Harold decided we would have to face the ration board for additional supplies. The next day, dressed in bib overalls and with uncombed hair, Harold appeared. He was on his way to the ration board, and he really could not have looked more like a hayseed if he had been born one. His plea to the board must have matched his looks for he came back with everything we needed - sugar stamps, meat coupons, and needed canned food. From that time on, we did not run short of anything rationed. Nestles did not have a lunchroom at this time, so many of the workers came for lunch. The school did not have a cafeteria either, so we had students whose desire for French fries, hot dogs, hamburgers never ended. Luckily, Harold was one-man kitchen attendant. Betty Walker, Mary Compton and I waited upon them as quickly as possible so no one would be late to either place. By one o'clock all was quiet. Cleanup took another hour or two. Around three I was free to nap or whatever for an hour. From five o'clock to seven we served dinners. Then, cleanup of not only dishes, pots and pans, but tables, counters and floors. By nine o'clock we could peel potatoes again. Lots of interesting people became our customers. Among them were: "Red" Blaine always ate eggs. It got so Betty would cackle rather than call for eggs. Buzz Stemen frequented us and was really disgusted with his teeth - they wouldn't stay in. Margaret Nauman loved her coffee and seldom missed coming in. When her baby was born, all of us chipped in and bought a layette for little Charles. The Ray Carters often ate with us. Charles and Rheta Reese were Nestle lunch persons. Dr. Williamson and the McDonald girl, his helper, also come to lunch. The Rowlands and the Burnsides, tired from the store, often ate at our place. Miss Eleanor Whitney often brought a friend and had ice cream and/or pie. A frequent visitor was "Butch" the meat cutter for the Red and White Store. Pie was a big item at our restaurant. Mother made them every morning. Favorites -40- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ccf5de3da6ac92d1fb3bdb23b20bc2a0.jpg 01ebada72d15c180d79173ecafcff592 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (45) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 41 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories was lemon and banana cream. She made at least ten pies, and we seldom had any for ourselves. "Butch" always reminded me of a jolly London butler. He was great fun, encouraged us in our efforts, and was a good friend. The restaurant was a great experience for me. I learned to cook, greet people and dress the show window; but what hard work it was! There were fun times, too. One time we hosted a special party. Mr. & Mrs. Ernie Burnsides and Bea and Charles Rowland ran the Red and White Store on the corner of Vernon and Cherry Streets. Mrs. Burnsides' birthday was coming, and we were asked if we would have dinner for all of them after we closed. but was a real challenge for me, but I even baked a birthday cake! Everyone enjoyed the evening. Another time Julia and I had a Euchre party. It started as a sisters' party. Guests included Mary Ellen Layman and her twin, Louise Hoover Leach, Jane Myers and her sister, Ethel Fletcher, Vera Paul and Bea Compton. We all dressed as hoboes. Later the club was kept alive and to this day a club exists for one another euchre groups combined. Great entertainment was and is enjoyed by Vera Paul, Jessie Sims, Betty Guidotti, Carol Cook, Ellen Stemen, Iva Hartley, Rheta Reese, Genevieve Beaver, Grace Beaver, Betty Forman, Evelyn Roof, Etta Main, Bebe Conant, Louise Grandiminico, Monica Kuhn, Ruthanne Fling, Ruby Nettlehorst and JoEllen Elfrink and others. Various events over which Harold and I had no control ended the restaurant venture. The war ended. Kendall came home, and Julia became pregnant. We bought her share and now owned the whole thing. My brother Walter and his wife Evelyn owned the building. They decided to sell it to Louise Sheets who rented the other side of it. For a while we tried to find a place to open again, but there always seemed to be a hitch of some kind we couldn't overcome. By April of '46 we were in need of jobs. I was offered the position of English teacher at Sunbury High School as Mrs. Searles was pregnant. Harold became the village marshal. Needless to say, our lives were opened to many new adventures. The employees of the village worked together to keep the services to the citizens supplied. Harold pitched in to relieve "Peanut" Edsel Day and Mike Owens with the water treatment plant and the Town Hall where the fire truck and jail were housed. Hoyt Whitney was mayor at the time. Out of this experience developed a lasting relationship with these people. photo of Town Hall photo of the water plant -41- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/df59a38feef9d7444f8391779d6d4615.jpg 0539fe5c62d09fa3a9cbf92c7fa0f820 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (46) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 42 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories "Peanut" dated Harold's sister Vonda Curren who worked with in the restaurant. Nothing serious developed but the four of us enjoyed fishing trips and working the "plant." Mike Owen and his wife were kind to us also. We were entertained at their home. We also went down to Columbus to Cooper Stadium to watch Rudy Owen try out for professional baseball. During that summer I found interesting employment. I often wonder if anyone remembers the "Kiddies Pool" when the Lions Club created the Sunbury Park at the corner of Cherry and Mornings Streets. Senator Whitney and Mr. Irwin were in need of someone to run it. I sought the job. The reward was certainly not in the salary but in the experience itself. Early in the morning of the days the pool was open I would have to clean it. This was no easy task for unthinking persons tossed all kinds of trash into this "natural wastebasket"! The worst of the mess was broken glass! When I was satisfied the pool was clean, I would fill it with water. Since I had only a cold water tap I had to rely on the sun to warm the water for the afternoon fun. I had to stay at the scene to keep neighborhood dogs from taking their baths or those ornery older kids from playing in it. In the afternoon, six to ten "kiddies" would come to enjoy the pool. Fortunately, I don't recall any major problems, but I also remember, the pool was filled and disbanded when the community pool was built where the VFW now stands. Hoyt and Laura Whitney with Jack and Brenda were members of a a trailer group. Photo of Edsel "Peanut" Day, upper right. Photo of Mike Owens in the middle of page. Photo of the water tower at bottom right. -42- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/370b884ca127bf1e1767bf8fa297c6df.jpg b5bcee48097f5bfd3c600f1a96e25c2a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (47) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 43 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories When we bought a travel trailer, they invited us to join them. we spent many happy hours in camps all over the United States and Canada with the Triangle Trailer member. Scouting After the restaurant experience, I was free to engage in another activity. How I actually became involved with the "Brownies" I don't know, but I found myself a leader of a troop. Miss Barbara Miller, a second grade teacher, was also working with the Scouts. She and I took the Brownies overnight at Camp Ken-Jockety in Franklin County. Not long after that I was contacted by Mrs. Clara Jackson and Mrs. Wray to help with Delaware County Day Camp. One thing seemed to lead to another. The ladies and the other board members asked me to take Scout training at Camp Edith Macy in the Adirondacks in New York State. Incidentally, much later, I found out who these ladies were. Clara Jackson owned the beautiful mansion on south Sandusky Street which the famous LeRoy Jenkins purchased and developed into a Tabernacle. Since the board would pay for all but my way home, Mrs. Wray said she would drive out and bring me home, I could not refuse. When I boarded the train, there was a seat beside a very nice looking fatherly type man, so I sat down. What a good choice! He turned out to be Mr. Myers, Mary Kay Cochran's father. We had much to talk about, and he helped me find my ride to Camp Edith Macy. That had been a major concern for I had never before been alone in Grand Central Station. The camp had sent its own small bus to pick up campers. It was a beautiful scenic trip up the Hudson River and into the Adirondack Mountains. The lodge was a fabulous building. The huge porch sported slab stones from the streets of New York. The stone fireplace invited one to join the fun going on. We listened to lectures, played games, exchanged experiences and asked questions there. Each camper was assigned to a unit. My area was three quarters of a mile up a mountain. There were four cots in a tent. At first, I was a bit apprehensive about my cot, for directly above my head a big spider had decided to stay. After I mentioned it to the Naturalist, she advised if I could tolerate it, leave it there and I would never be bitten by any bugs. How right she was! I was even disappointed when I returned one day and the spider was gone! The activities were many and varied. Cook-outs, one-pot meals, bean-pot meals, pancake breakfasts and many more cooking experiences kept us busy. Hikes with purposes, inspections, kitchen and dining room duty, flag ceremonies, (morning and evening), demonstrations and movies, instructional or entertaining. It was all over far too soon, and all the campers agreed it had been a marvelous training session. Mrs. Wray, true to her word, arrived at the appointed time. She was able to see the facility and listen to me exalt its praises all the way home. She had made a real vacation for herself and her mother who came with her. On the way home, there were many interesting side trips, including Franklin Roosevelt's home and burial place, various spots along the Mohawk River, the five Finger Lakes where summer theater and Chatauqua were born. In Erie, Pennsylvania, we stayed the night in a Bed and Breakfast Inn. My bed was so high I had to use a step stool to get into it. Then, I sank heavenly down into the feather filled mattress. The camp cot nights faded away. As a recognized trained camp director, I was on call for every Girl Scout group in Delaware County. I was in charge of the day camp and truly enjoyed it. An example of other duties was accompanying troops on overnight trips. Laura Whitney invited me to accompany -43- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c852ca4536ffd9e7e8bb759915758804.jpg eac7482f73cd1f05a07ddb9b44e7a72f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (48) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 44 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories her and her troop for an overnight at Camp Ohio. Since I was teaching in Columbus and was late getting home, I picked up my daughter and headed right to camp. It was dark. Not knowing just where the troop was, I followed a lane until it stopped. I backed out and went down another lane. The next day when I saw where I had been the night before, I almost had a heart attack. If I had gone one-half a car length more, I would have gone off a cliff! Although I had other exciting experiences, that topped them all. I spent several years in scouting, and I have always been grateful for the training for it was extremely helpful during my teaching career and in the many years our family enjoyed trailer camping. Teaching In September of '46, I began teaching in Sunbury High School - today known as Harrison Street Elementary School. I was the English teacher! Being a teacher in small town at the time was a true learning experience! I was hired to replace Lola Dell Searles who found she was pregnant. I stepped into a difficult position as she was a very popular local teacher. I was assigned four classes of English instruction - freshman, sophomore, junior and senior English. All required different teaching plans. Also, I became the dramatics coach, yearbook advisor, librarian, assembly programmer, and was assigned football duty, basketball duty, and asked to assist in various other school related activities. For all of this responsibility, I would receive two thousand dollars over nine months. Classes ranged in numbers from eighteen to forty-eight students. The year proved to be both hard work and fun time. Harold and I had rented a small house on E. Sedgwick Avenue just one-half block from the school yard. Thank heavens, the house had only one bedroom, a living-dining room, and a small kitchen on the first floor. The bath was a shower stall and a stool in the basement. Our furnishings were meager. Mother gave us a metal bed she had purchased from Aunt Dorothy, and a three drawer chest which had belonged to her parents. We had a small table and four chairs we had salvaged from the restaurant, a fold-out davenport, a wardrobe, and a chair. We bought a refrigerator and a small cooking stove; and to top it all off I gave Harold a console radio - record player for his birthday. With our wedding presents as added icing, we were very comfortable. Publishing the yearbook became the most demanding task. The seniors and I were instructed to produce a better book than had been but no extra cost. What an order! There always seems to be one or two students who can take "the ball and go!" Virginius Howard did just that. He possessed a business ability, an artistic talent, and plenty of extra time. He, the other seniors who could, and I spent unlimited hours working on The Owl. Junior and senior class plays were traditional presentations - mainly to raise money for the junior - senior prom in the spring. All the play practices were held after class. In the senior play, Roger Day had the role of an old gentleman which called for a wig for a partially bald person. The rent for the wig was $20.00 a day! When Roger put the wig on, he looked exactly like his father! It was awesome! Marguerite Malarne's character had to fire a gun. Tiny prepared a gun with blanks for her. The first time she fired it - it was traumatic! It took some time to calm everyone down. All the classes needed money so it was agreed we would have an evening of four one- act plays. Again, all practices had to be after school. Beside those scheduled school events, Tiny and I were asked to chaperon other activities. Once, we went on a hayride. We greatly enjoyed the evening but when we -44- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/458a0989cba7d70f6cd7d2e8b24cc978.jpg f23b41b2c1fe486ea75a397b4d1e1cbc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (49) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 45 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories returned, we found our car had been put up on blocks! We walked home and retrieved the car the next day. The senior trip to Cleveland and Catawba Island was a highlight of the year. Helen Griffith, the home economics teacher, and I accompanied them. An Exposition was in progress demonstrating the latest scientific inventions. Television was everywhere! Who do you suppose suddenly appeared on the screen? The senior boys who were wearing flashing polka dot bow ties!! The boat ride to the island, the tour through the salt mine, and the visit to the concessions proved educational and fun. Miss Griffith and I also accompanied her home economics class on trip to Cincinnati for the Ruth Lyons Show which concentrated on women and their homes. Miss Lyons was anything but friendly when met by accident near an elevator, but the program was good. While in Cincinnati, I contacted my high school friend, Marjorie Saunders Potter, who had recently married and was living in Cincy. A memorable event took place near Halloween. Tiny was town marshall. Early on October morning, he got a call that Larry Lambert's pony was missing. Harold went to investigate, and I went to school. It was customary for Frank Stelzer to clean the upper floor early in the morning, so I thought nothing of the noise coming from above. As I was preparing my lessons for the day, Marie Shannon interrupted me. She was quite excited and asked me to come quickly to see the horse which was upstairs. At first, I thought she was kidding but upon her insistence and seriousness, I went upstairs. When I pushed the door open, a soft horse's nose met me. What a sight it was! Everything was loose on the floor - the fire hose was strung all over. The horse was upset and naturally, there was no physical control on its part. Soon the sheriff, school officials and Tiny were on the scene. They had a terrible time trying to get the pony (Lambert's) down the stairs. Its hooves were damp. they slipped on the waxed concrete steps and one leg slid under the railing. The poor animal suffered. Finally, the men were able to get the pony safely out of the school. Then, finding the culprits was the next effort. Every ornery guy in Sunbury became a suspect. It became a "hush - hush" deal. Later, it was rumored the superintendent's son may have been involved. Pictured is the Class of 1947 Play Cast Ted Gray, "Peter Norton" Evelyn Shoaf "Aimee Lovewell" Marguerite Mallernee "Cousin Maude" Jo Ann Lake "Carol" Lee Crawford, Papa Dill" Hazel Doane "Doris Dill" Trudy Finck "Gram" Carol Nincebelser "Gertie Foggles" Tom Kilbway "Dud" Bob Metzger "Rod" Alice Chadwityh "Amice" -45- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bcc569a26e45115bb069f7162a7445d5.jpg 9c29fc12c058756ec9f6a01d26454231 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (50) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 46 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Because the music director encountered some problems I was asked to take over the choir and glee club. My time was so full of activity I hardly knew what day it was! By now it was time for the junior-senior prom. The juniors decorated the gym beautifully. A banquet was served and a program followed. I was asked to read a poem I had written about each member of the class of '47. Fifty years later - this year - the poem was revived (A copy of it is included here!) To the Class of '47 Though small in number you seem to be, You seem strong and big and mighty to me Each one in his right has a place in the sun Let me enumerate each -- one by one. There's a lad that is tall, dark, handsome and gay: He spends fifth period in study hall each day Elected class president he stood at the wheel And guided us safely and justly we feel. His capabilities no one can doubt For a look at his grades makes on shout. He's our salutatorian and he's just swell Yes, you've guessed it, the name is Burwell. A lass, who is usually as busy as a bee Who flits through the hall, serves at a tea Reports for the newspaper, and works for doc Is Ruth Ola Chadwick, our class' rock. Why? 'Cause she's there to depend on for any old thing For a program, a shoe lace, a book, and a string. My, my I am floored! I have nothing to say -- You see, there's no word to describe Roger Day It would take book after book and line after line, To record all his glory on the pages of time. He is athletic, ambitious, vivacious, capricious, Intellectual, reactional, cultural, theatrical, Gigantic, stupendous, colossal, and tremendous. After all of those adjectives you should know That Roger's row should be easy to hoe. In our class there's a shy but sly little fellow, who likes to wear jeans and a shirt of yellow. He's the brainiest one of our outfit they say. He's valedictorian -- and that "ain't hay. He's a versatile guy and you'll have to admit As a villain or hero in a play, he's a hit. He's a good-looking kid and he's not a bit wild. -46- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/31a16b251e63c8c657b908da25611f4b.jpg 14c4f18db2ba9ff06eaa453019907a25 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (51) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 47 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories He's Kroger's best clerk -- that's Ned Fairchild. Van Johnson, Ty Power, Jimmy Stewart, and Gable Have nothing on Finch who is ready, willing and able To love all the gals, to trim all the trees, To make all the touchdowns, to sneeze a big sneeze. He is happy-go-lucky, light-hearted and gay. He'll be the happiest though on graduation day. Next let me tell you of a lad in our group Who reminds me of a chick straight from the coop He's a bombastic young fellow with a mind of his own But he's shy as can be when he's locked all alone In a room with a girl that should induce love But all Bill Fravel can do is cry for help from above. For a man of all trades and a master of many We give you V Howard who pinches each penny So he can buy flashbulbs, songs and records galore Flashlights and generators, and heaven knows what more Some consider him a genius -- next to Einstein, But we kids think "Cyclops" fits him just fine. She's tall, she's dark, she's lovely, she's grand She's in Home Ec and the Y-Teens, and the band She works hard on her studies: but down at grant She flirts with male patients whom she can enchant. This girl is a talker --yes, quite a speaker You know that I mean none other than Meeker. You know this girl as Middaugh, Eileen, or inky In the play she was colored and her hair was all kinky But ordinarily, she's just a nice little gal A friend to everyone and to some a good pal. Her heart throb's for a guy who lives in Grove City. When she sees him her impulse is to sing a ditty. Like--The Red Silk Stockings and the Green Perfume Or Home on the Range is where I like to spoon. Now boys, hold on to yourselves of be thrown for a loss For the next girl is none other than our own Twila Ross. When we think of an "it" girl we can forget Clara Bow And think of blonde Twila as the star of our show. Did you ever notice her third finger left hand? Well, soon on it will be a bright golden band. -47- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/686fa32a2a74ac39a444d29b01c9d564.jpg 5982d355da874e4129a59123eca00a1a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (52) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 48 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Bob's got her hooked and the rest of us sit and sigh And wish health and happiness to this lucky gal and guy. Now here is a character who is difficult to figger In the play he portrayed a typical nigger. In typing class, he's known as the center of attention The gal that he's stuck on-- her name I won't mention Lives out in Rockwood and is as cute as a bunny Just ask Don Sharp, he knows she's a honey. Evelyn Shoemaker has quite a habit of strutting around She is an added attraction on a football ground. She attended a queen and has a reputation of fame For she had added plenty of quality to her glamorous name. There's a word of warning I'll pass on to you She has a temper and can paint the sky blue So if you hear a clatter, a clash, and a bang Get out of the road -- isn't that right Mr. Lang. When I mention the next girl on my list You'll know her at once for she cannot be missed She'll live in your memory as a dark brunette beauty Sometimes I've wondered why they don't call her cutie. She has a feller I think his name is Dale His charm makes her heart quake and her features pale. A well-rounded personality is the aim of education But this little lass says she'll be glad for vacation Because she feels so well-rounded that her brain is a jangle With fragments of knowledge that seem to dingle and dangle. Iris Spencer is tired and weary with labor This summer she is just going to be a good neighbor. Here is a boy whose mother would be glad If there was just a wee bit more hair that he had. Yes, she'd give him ten dollars if his hair he'd let grow Of course, its Hal Tippett, a guy you all know. He's the lispingest lad that I ever did see And his language is terrible as terrible can be Oh what he said in the play Saturday night Would shame the devil and put angles to flight. Orchids we toss to this girl in our class For she's had lots of sickness in the past And she hasn't been able to enjoy the fun That we've had, nor the work that we've done. -48- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4f0f649253d616f77ec7c6e122b670e0.jpg 199c5ae6ff972f2ccde73774956b919d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (53) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 49 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Sallye, we all hope you'll soon feel swell And come back to us recovered and well. Mary, Mary Quite contrary on what does your mind thrive Do you know about Shakespeare, about history, about Jove Have you learned how to cook, to sew, and to give? If you have, Mary, in this world you will win Health and happiness and love that is true I hope all of this and more comes to you. The next little girl you simply cannot omit For in Everything she does she's quite a hit She likes Ford v-8's and Chevrolets too She goes for the sailors because they wear blue. She likes to play tricks on everyone she can Because Teny's our gal true to the Sunbury class, Though small in number you can see They are big and strong and very mighty Each one in his right has a place in the sun. And good luck to you! Good luck everyone! Written by Mrs. J. Curren Harold and I left the prom before midnight as the Hettingers - Dutch and Garnet - had asked us to go to the Kentucky Horse Farms. What a trip! We drove all night; but, it was worth it. I was so impressed with the upkeep of the farms. Everything was meticulous! One could have eaten off the stable floors. Shiny brass rods held beautiful plaid blankets. Seeing the famous horse, Man-O-War, was a real thrill! He had been returned to the Kentucky farm for stud purposes. Visitors were encouraged to visit his area. Unfortunately, Dutch was smoking a strong cigar (smoking was discouraged) and the smoke disturbed the horse. Attendants immediately cleared the areas of all quite quickly and rather roughly! It was shortly after these events that I realized I was pregnant! Since we had been married over three years, this was welcomed news to the Curren family. Naturally this changed my life entirely and that becomes another chapter in my book. The Half Dozen During my teaching days in Sunbury a friendship grew with five other wonderful persons also teaching in the Sunbury Elementary School. Students who came to school in the late forties and early fifties and were fortunate enough to have either Mrs. Betty Tippett or Mrs. Luretta Day received the best instruction there was to be had in this area. As a student advanced he might have had Mrs. Lucille Graumlich, Mrs. Helen Halley, or myself. To polish it off along the way Mrs. Carolyn White Schneeberger, a religious education teacher. I am not sure how our monthly luncheon or dinner meetings started but they did and for many years they were a part of our social activities. We met at each others houses, -49- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a7890e3776f2bfe96906a69e3f48fce9.jpg ff7c962fdf11a64cc0ea1eb428289ae1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (54) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 50 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories enjoyed a meal -- no one else could serve so nicely -- nd then spent the time talking as no other teachers could talk. Betty was married to Harold Tippett, another teacher in the system and they had three children, Dale, Hal, and Lynn. They lived on a farm in Berkshire. She tended to be delightfully fastidious and it was pure pleasure to be at her home. She remained a true friend all the days of her life. Luretta's husband was Forest (Frosty) Day, an auctioneer and farmer -- a gentleman farmer, one who owned a farm but lived in town. They had two boys, Roger and Ross. Luretta was a motherly type and a natural born teacher. If she wasn't teaching in the public schools, she was teaching Sunday school. Lucille was a widow. Her husband died in a terrible automobile crash. She was some what reserved in her outward manner but had a wonderful sense of humor when relaxed among friends. Helen was the socialite. When she walked into a room, one sucked in one's breath and then took a second look. She truly was the height of fashion. Ellis and she lived on a large farm north of Powell on Liberty Road. They had one daughter. Then, there was Caroline. She had been a missionary in India during World War II. There she met an English pilot whom she married. She escaped the Indian area just three days before the Japanese arrived. She was so fortunate to do so for she was pregnant and had just learned her husband was lost -- shot down over The Hump. She returned to Delaware, Ohio where her parents lived, with her only child, Peter. Carolyn became a true advocate of God and carried the message all over the world. We tried to schedule our gatherings between her trips. She sent all of us postcards of exotic places. You can see why I felt honored to be included in this group. I was several years younger, not yet a world traveler, and truly "Green behind the ears." The Feasels Among our friends were Ken and Micky Feasel. Ken was one of the Kroger gang-- Bob Perry, Marion Owen to name a couple. I had had many good times with the whole bunch before Tiny and I ever met, but when we came back to run the restaurant and they all came back from the services we became friendly once more. Pictured at top left are Helen Halley, Lucille Graumlick, Betty Tippett, Jeannette Curren. Pictured at the bottom right are Jeannette Curren, Betty Tippett, Carolyn White, Helen Halley, Luretta Day -50- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a76cf9324ea11d5fbb3f43daa149c3df.jpg 0511beea2ef351b66eb5e21e1b782485 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (55) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 51 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories When Ken and Micky were married they made the mistake of coming to Sunbury to visit his family. Naturally, the word spread quickly and the townspeople were anxious to bell them. We were at Mom's house at 23 East Cherry Street -- right beside the postoffice. Bob and Martha lived in the other half of the house. We heard a banging on the front door. When we answered it there was an excited Ken and Micky trying to escape their pursuers. The crowd was not too far behind! How to get them from the house was a question. Some one thought up Bob and Mart's side. We led the couple up our stairs, out a bedroom window onto the roof of the kitchen, across Bob and Mart's backporch roof and into their upstairs. From there they went downstairs, out a back window, across Rev. Lasleys backyard and arrived safe and sound in their mother's kitchen -- Hazel lived behind the church. In the meantime the crowd had arrived at our door and demanded the honeymooners. All of us stalled as much as possible. We did let one doubting "Thomas" come in and check the house. Finally we convinced them we were not kidnaping anyone, and they went back to the town square. During the years, we remained friends. When they lived in Columbus I taught school at Oakland Park and Micky kept Mary. Kathy, their daughter, was the same age. Mary and Kathy went to kindergarten at Oakland Park School. Ken, Micky and I enjoyed coffee together occasionally during that year. As time went on we all drifted apart. Ken became the bus driver for the OSU Band. At some of the away games a friend and I would sit with Ken and enjoy the antics of the band. After Ken retired from work, he was mowing his yard at their home on Powell Road when he passed away. Micky later sold the place and now she lives in Florida. Whenever I think of them I have warm feelings and am so thankful we knew each other. 1947 In the spring of 1947 I became pregnant. So many activities had taken my attention, I had put my personal life on a back burner - so I thought! However, after over three years of marriage, Tiny and I were delighted at the prospect of a family. The next nine months were filled with trips to Dunbar, West Virginia, where my brother Walter, or Tom as many called him, was a doctor and had his own private hospital; and with sewing, knitting and crocheting getting ready for the new arrival. Mom helped me paper and paint the bedroom and convert the west end of it into a nursery. A crib, a bathinette, and a chest of drawers provided a convenient setting. By the time Christmas came that year, I was quite large. Family members were becoming concerned about my condition so when Walt and his family went back to Dunbar after the holidays, I went with them. It proved to be an extended visit as the baby did not arrive until February 6, 1948. And what a time it was then; Tiny was in Sunbury, and there had been a winter's snow storm that had shut down schools and closed major roadways. He cut a pathway to the Ohio River! He arrived before the baby was born, and all of the family and hospital attendants were glad for the delivery was difficult. Personally, I was so out-of-it I remember very little except that within three or four days I was able to realize that the baby was a girl weighing over nine pounds, healthy and beautiful. We named her Mary after Harold's grandmother, Mary Klingel, and Leona after Harold's mother. Events were happening faster than Tiny and I could keep pace. His sister, Vonda was -51- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/05b3c731cf0e39c2efc25ca7f71c9bfb.jpg ded85f72be2a1a667c97331fa5387176 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (56) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 52 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories having a church wedding the very Sunday that we were to come home with the new baby from West Virginia. Because our car was not convenient to transport Marguerite, baby, Tiny and me, Julia and Ken loaned us their car. By this time the heavy snows had melted causing flooded areas. After several detours and anxious moment, we finally made it safely home. In the meantime Julian and Ken drove our car to Waldo to attend Vonda's wedding. The car stalled on them several times on the way causing them to be late entering the church. Just as they did enter, a photographer's bulb bulb exploded with a bang. The wedding ended right then. It was only a few weeks later that Tiny became desperately ill. Dr. Max Livingston gave him a shot of penicillin big enough for a horse (Tiny weighed three hundred pounds.) and told me if that didn't work, nothing would. He also warned that Tiny could not survive pneumonia. The shot worked, but Tiny's health was now on a short but deteriorating route. The Baptism Although I do not believe either Tiny's or my families were deeply religious, still there were religious rites in which they believed -- one was baptism of babies. Since my father was more or less an invalid and Tiny's mother had just passed away at Christmas time in 1948, we decided to hold the baptism for Mary at home. We asked Helen and Raymond Burnoskey -- the couple who gave me living quarters when I went to teach in Waldo, Ohio, to be Mary's godparents. They had no children of their own so this seemed a very sensible choice. They were delighted and proved to be wonderful friends for many years. Mother made her christening dress from hand-me-down clothes. It was lovely old white embroidered eyelet material brightened by a pink ribbon rosette. I entered all the details in a baby book for Mary so she knows those present, the minister and a list of gifts. By September of 1948, it was evident I needed to return to teaching. I obtained a temporary certificate to teach in the elementary school. Sunbury schools needed a fifth grade teacher. My career in education never stopped from then on until retirement. The Sunbury schools merged with Galena and Harlem and became known as the Big Walnut Local Schools. In my efforts to obtain a certificate to teach elementary school, I took courses at Otterbein College, Ohio University, and Ohio State. Columbus Public Schools offered me a position in 1952, with a substantial increase in salary. This change was probably one of the best moves I had made in a long time for it Pictures is Mary Leona Curren in baptismal dress made by Grandmother Anna Goff. -52- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7bb91f5747728a9e996f3eeda7c00140.jpg 14be9cf91b780458088d04328dc403b1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (57) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 53 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories forced me to learn to drive. At the beginning of the school year, I rode back and forth to Oakland Park School with Leona Pratt. I was spending twelve hours a day - 6:30 a.m. to 6:30 p.m. Tiny asked Dwight Black, the high school driving instructor to teach me. In one month I took the driver's test and became independent at last! Tiny bought Bernard Searles' father's car for me. Tiny's father went with me to take my test. I was able to spend more time at home and accomplish more civic services. We now lived in an apartment on the corner of Columbus Street and Rainbow Avenues. Tiny ran Don Allen's service station across the street. Don had a trucking business there. Helen and Don had a lovely brick house on Columbus Street directly west of the business. Gary and Karen took piano lessons from me. We all became good friends. We spent many happy times at the Allen's cottage on the Scioto River as well as evenings at our homes. I still keep in contact with Helen, Karen and Gary - they are in the Toledo area. When Don decided to sell his business, Tiny bought the corner and station. He felt we would be able to build a new station in five years. He was right, but those five years were not easy ones. Several events occurred which had memorable effects on us. A fire broke out in the Tom Wright's apartment. Jane and Charles Silveous lived directly above Tom's. Elizabeth Reynolds lived above us. The Sunbury Fire Department had just moved into the Allen garage across the street. It was there in no time! Fortunately, the fire was confined to the one apartment, but smoke damaged all the other apartments. What a mess and what a job to clean it up!! Hoyt and Laura Whitney, neighbors on Columbus Street, took Mary home with them. Brenda and Jack were about Mary's age. This was the start of a long-time friendship for later we became trailer camping members and shared numerous trips together. Everyone around encouraged Paul Stelzer to stay with Lib that night to guard against any looting. Tiny and I agreed to stay also. None of us slept much, but the excitement subsided. Not long after the fire, Paul and Lib were married. They became owners of the Village Restaurant and contributing members in community activities. All who knew them were happy for them. At the time of this writing, Lib is living in Straitsville, North Carolina where her daughter Polly and the grandchildren live. Several people moved in and out of the apartments while we were there. Bill and Margaret O'Brian lived there a short time. He was an artificial inseminator. When they went on vacation, I took their phone calls. Needless to say, I had an experience or two! Margaret and Eldon Wade were upstairs. One Easter, Margaret, Mary and I made a cardboard Easter bunny which had been shown in the Dispatch paper. It was a rather warm evening, so Margaret and I enjoyed a cocktail or two or ? We got on a "laughing jag" and Mary has never let me forget it. When I think of it now, I almost get on another one! We sobered up quickly when Tiny came in and told us Grandmother Klingel had just passed away. One night - several weeks after the big fire - we heard Paul and Lib frantically knocking on our door and shouting "fire". I jumped out of bed and ran to the back door. My electric dryer was out in the hall, and I had put clothes in it to dry before I had gone to bed. I grabbed the clothes out while Tiny pulled the plug. When the hot clothes hit my skin, I suddenly realized I was naked. I screeched, "Oh! My God!" and disappeared into the apartment. No one else knew what happened. When I told them Paul bemoaned the fact he had not even noticed - nor had anyone else except me. -53- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/74945faaa944c2d540ced354cc788bfe.jpg 5872965869d0e63f49dad951ab88125b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (58) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 54 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories In the Fifties When Mary became five years old it was quite evident she needed to go to school. I was teaching at Oakland Park Elementary in Columbus. Ken and Micky Feasel lived close to the school. We arranged for Mickey to keep Mary and both she and Kathy, who was the same age, attended kindergarten at Oakland Park School. While there were several up and down experiences the the opportunity for Mary was educationally beneficial. Also our friendships with Micky and Ken, Kathy and Kevin, continues to this day. During this time Harold and I doubled our efforts so we could buy land, build a home. Harold not only ran the station but he also hauled milk and ice for local merchants and became a school bus driver. He labored and it paid off. In 1955 we decided to take the punge -- borrow the money for a new station, land for a home and money enough to build a house. Harold said we might as well go whole hog or none. In 1955, the dye was cast. Needless to say, it was an exciting time. Mr. and Mrs. Blayney alerted us to Jay and Ellen Stemen and their plans to build on land they had purchased from Royal Mc Farland. Jay sold Harold a large lot. Harold decided to be his own contractor and with Jay the two men built beautiful brick housed on Sedgwick! Harold said he would take care of the outside if I would be responsible for the inside. The joy of the house was heightened and saddened by two events. One was Grandmother Klingel's death. Harold was the executor of her estate. When all the legalities were settled, Harold received some money from it all. We decided to do something special in the house. The lovely stone wall in the living room resulted. Mr. Paskins, who helped build the Lincoln-LeVeque Tower in Columbus, designed and constructed the wall from stone purchased near Millwood, Ohio. The second bittersweet event occurred when we were to move from the apartment to the house --December 16, 1955. My father, who had been a semi-invalid for almost sixteen years became very ill and passed away at 1:00 A.M. on December 13, 1955. All the family came home except Julia who was in Nevada at the time and not in very good health herself. Our debate was -- "move or not to move". It was decided we should go ahead -- move the day after the funeral and it would help divert attention from our loss. And, so it did. In the evening of the 16th we entertained in our new home--the family was there. As the cliche states, "It takes a lot of living to make a house a home. " I found it true. Decorating, landscaping, adding land purchases, building on an extra room, a deck, and a patio have all contributed to the present day status of this house I call home. We had not lived in the house very long until another rewarding experience came our way. Walter Roof was the counselor at Big Walnut High School. One evening in February of '56 he came into the station for service. Tiny noted he looked worried and asked why. Mr. Roof was deeply concerned about one of his senior girls who was a ward from Franklin County Children's Services. A family in the BWHS area had been keeping her as a farm hand during high school years but now with graduation only a few months away, she was being threatened with being sent back to the "home". The story touched Tiny deeply. He was accustomed to helping the young boys with problems but this was a girl. He told Mr. Roof that he may have an answer to the problem. Just let him talk to his wife. Needless to say, there was no hesitation and within a few days Phyllis Griffith became a member of our family. She was an attractive, ambitious young girl. It took little time for her to fit into our family. She became a sister to Mary and relieved me from baby-sitting worries. We tried to include her in as many family activities as possible. One trip to -54- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/178de0b9a2eea59fe24d9553b887a291.jpg 44fa941ef79fff7b4ddb2792fed0cb1e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (59) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 55 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Charleston, W. Va., where Walt had his medical practice, was fun. My niece, Patty, and nephew, Wally, were the same age as she. They enjoyed the weekend riding in the convertible with the top down on the new R. 77 toll highway. We drove to The Glass House a beautiful restaurant overlooking a gorgeous mountain view. Dessert was special --flaming with sparklers, and it was a fun time for all. Picking out a prom dress, the graduation invitations, and other necessities for the occasion added to the pleasure of the experiences. Connie Perry was going to be married. Phyllis gave her a shower, the spring passed quickly. Tiny and I had grown to appreciate Phyllis. At graduation we offered to send her to college. She opted to get a job and establish her independence. She stayed with us until fall. Tiny had asked her for ten dollars out of each pay. He saved this for her and when she moved out, he gave her the entire amount. Phyllis is now Mrs. Phyllis (Richard) DeVore. You can imagine how proud we are of her. Harold was constantly aware of people in need. Th Blaneys were an elderly couple who lived in a large white house across the street from Harold's station. They did not have children and at holiday times, nothing special seemed to happen in their lives. At Thanksgiving or Christmas, Harold would always say, "Fix large dinner plates for the Blayneys." Mary and I would pile them high and Harold and Mary delivered them. Harold was deeply interested in the young boys of the community. If he got wind of a problem or event which might result in a bad situation, he would try to defuse it. Once a group decided to skip school. Harold let it be known he was behind in some work at the In the picture at left are Harry, Arthur, and Walter, standing. Seated in the next row down are Julia, Robert, James, and Jeanette. Seated in the front are Fran and Anna. This picture was taken on the steps of the Spangler home where my parents' fiftieth wedding anniversary was celebrated - circa 1953 Pictured at right is Phyllis Griffith -55- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/08961d5439426244cd5f9850e53d68ed.jpg 6028149759a79d5fbe9cc327ae7abc76 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (60) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 56 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories station and could use some help. the boys volunteered to help. He was able to keep them busy and happy all day. He was able to make it OK with their guidance councilor. George Baughman was a young lad about whom Harold was concerned. George's health was not the best. He had trouble breathing and suffered asthma attacks. George spent a lot of time at the station. Harold had him do as many jobs as possible and gave him some spending money at times. One year we were planning to go to Florida for Christmas break. Harold decided to do his inventory Christmas morning. He was not open for business but he heard a knock on the door and answered it. It was George. Harold was glad to see him and put him to work. When he had a chance, Harold called me and asked if I could find some presents for George, would I wrap them and put them under the tree? And, set another plate at the table as he was certain George would be hungry. Mary and I found several items and George seemed surprised and pleased. Not only did he eat but he stayed and played games with Mary until we had to leave. George found a great gal, Patty. We attended their wedding in a church in south Columbus. Their reception was at Patty's parents home in Mifflin. To their union a boy and a girl were born. A short time after the marriage, we invited George and Pat pat over for home-made ice cream. George was well into s second serving when he winced in pain and grabbed his chest. When we called the doctor the advice we were given was that George was probably suffering from an asthma attack as he had them often. Patty took George home but the next day she called and said George was in University Hospital because he had a collapsed lung. Heart trouble and lung complications cut George's life short. He collapsed on the beach in Florida. He was flown home to be cared for by his own doctors but unfortunately his time had run out. When boys entered the services of their country, they wrote to Harold. Dennis Hite from the Phillippines, John Burrer from Iceland are two examples. When Harold passed away, I never worried about his soul. He was a man of deep faith and conviction which he practiced every day. It was just a little later that Mother, Anna Goff, moved in with us. This was not an easy decision for her. For a while she maintained her apartment at Walt's place in Dunbar, West Virginia. Her winters were often spent in Florida with her sister, Dorothy, at Sebastian. She also visited the other siblings a few days at a time, but according to her diary entries our house was "home". Mother passed away in September, 1969 within a month of her88th birthday. She was a talented woman and a truly supportive parent to all her children. Tiny was very good to her and I am grateful for the relationship I experienced with her. She was a wonderful grandmother to Mary. Much of her influence can be seen in Mary's cooking and sewing. When Mother was here, there were many family gatherings and trips back and forth to West Virginia, to Kokomo, Indiana, to Chicago, and to Long Island where Harold's sister, Vonda, lived. New Year's Eve in the loop in downtown Chicago resulted from one trip to Walt's and Pat's place. Seeing St. Patrick's Cathedral, shopping Macy's Department Store, watching the skaters at Rockefeller Center and viewing the lighting of the huge Christmas tree there, were memorable experiences in New York City. In Florida then we were busy deep- sea fishing, visiting Cyprus Gardens, and Bok Tower, swimming hunting for shells on Marco -56- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c529a04ee301d7115e17677a36983661.jpg 1d66cd0458e61f62af6b9467de55bf6d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (61) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 57 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Island, gathering citrus fruits, shopping in all the well-known places, and enjoying our relatives. The years of the 50's flew past rapidly. Late in the '50"s I realized I needed to get a master's degree if I wanted to be a better teacher or become a principal. Because Columbus Public Schools worked with Ohio State University College of Education training future teachers, any teacher in the Columbus system could attend OSU free of fees. The opportunity was there and I took advantage of it. I warned my family there would be many times when I could not do many extra activities because I would need time for study and class attendance. By this time I had been teaching fifth grade A and B and sixth grade B. Columbus schools still had half year promotions. One year I had 5 B, 5 A, and 6 B, in one class. It proved challenging. After a few years of elementary teaching I thought it would be interesting to teach in junior high. Linmoor Junior High was under construction. I asked to be transferred to it. What an experience that was! Relationships with black students developed at this school. At the start of the school's history there were many more white students than black. It was very soon-less then ten years- - the reverse was true. I had been at Linmoor Junior High School 2 1/2 years when I was appointed resource teacher for eighteen elementary schools on the west side of Columbus. In no time at all I learned the west side. Schools such as West Broad, Lindbergh, Chicago Avenue became a part of my routine. I visited classes from kindergarten through sixth grade. sometimes I would teach, sometimes work only with the teacher and sometimes substituted for the principal. These experiences trained me to become a better teacher and later principal. The next school year I was assigned as a resource teacher for all the seventh grade self-contained classrooms in the city. I visited every teacher in the program that year. I wrote a resource booklet for the program. It was at this level I discovered the power of the Columbus teachers organizations emerging. It became difficult to ask teachers to attend any meetings before or after school hours. The future of the C.E.A. was becoming evident. In the meantime I had received my Masters in Education Administration and was hoping for a principalship. One reason for my delay in such an appointment was that I did not live within the Columbus area. What a better pill! There was nothing in the rules that required this. Nevertheless, I was given a choice teaching position as a self-contained seventh grade teacher at Dominion Jr. High. After all the Governor's daughter attended this school as well as Judge Swartzwalder's son. I decided I would become one of the best teachers in the city. And, I did, In fact, I was named the outstanding junior high teacher of the year by the Columbus Jaycees in 1966. In the fall of that year I was named an assistant principal of one of the most difficult elementary schools in the city--Douglas Elementary on Broad & 18th street. Monday mornings a sweeper would come to clear the playground of debris. Sometimes the ground would sparkle as if covered with diamonds -- diamonds of glass beer bottles broken into tiny bits. Many children attending school came with empty stomachs. Federally funded breakfasts were served but some refused to come a little earlier than usual to take advantage of it; or, some did not like the cereal or the juice; yet a few were there every day and appreciated the privilege. There were some wonderful teachers at Douglas-- both black and white. I did the -57- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/178e83e213461b7a86f5201aa16d6e4f.jpg 576bbe98e8d9bfdc21321faae0a593b6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (62) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 58 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories "no-no" principals are advised against. One of the teachers needed emergency money -- another teacher and I signed her note. True to her promise she paid it. One afternoon I visited the sixth grade class on the second floor. The class was having music and were learning a lively dance. As I watched I thought the floor was moving up and down. As it was right after my lunch, I thought I was becoming ill, but, as I continued to see movement and felt fine I decided to report to the principal. He went up to see what might be happening. It wasn't long until he came down and confirmed the movement. The building was nearly 100 years old so it was no surprise when the maintenance men ordered the removal of all students from the second floor. Supports were almost worn away from the sides of the rooms. From basement to top floor a steel steel support system was installed and a possible disaster was prevented. An amusing community event took place at the school. The city had just installed some much-needed street lights in the area near the school. Mayor Sensenbrenner was to throw the switch to light them. A switch and a few wires were placed on a pole just outside the school's front front door. The formal ceremony took place the mayor threw the switch, and the lights came on. It was a good thing the radio engineer was there to send the signal to the operator, as the wires running up the pole were not connected to anything! One the students invited me to her church tea. It happened to be Phil Hale's church on Champion Avenue. It was a wonderful affair. Several tables were set with silver tea, coffee and punch service accompanied by silver trays of goodies. Floral arrangements highlighted each table. This was a money-raising idea. Each Sunday School class had a table as did each organizational group in the church. One could visit each or all tables as long as you bought the goodies. It was both interesting and exciting and I was the only white person attending. This experience led me to another. An all-black group was meeting and planning festivals and other entertaining events. I was invited to join. I did and helped make posters for advertising and give general advice when asked. Because of my interactions Mr. Lucien Wright told me I could walk down Mt. Vernon Avenue with no interference at all. Mary During all this time Mary was growing and becoming an excellent student and as community minded as her parents. Like her father she had (has) a lovely singing voice and was asked to sing in choirs, at weddings, and in church and school plays. On occasion I would accompany her. Mary also developed her own style of writing. In her freshman year at Big Walnut, she wrote an essay for the American Legion contest. She won first place for freshman girls in the state. Her reward was a trip to Washington, D. C. Incidently, David Morris sent Mary a copy of her essay that he found in his grandmother's papers after her death. Mary and her friends - Kath Cochran, Teresa Perfect, Judy Reese, Marilee Warner, and Karen Lane, to name a few - were active in school functions, slumber parties, and current happenings. You would usually find them in the middle of things. After high school graduation Mary attended Miami University in Ohio. Her first choice for a major was pre-med. Her second choice was home economics. Yet she really didn't feel just right and comfortable at college so she traded it all in for airline school. At Miami U., Mary had met a young man, Harris Scoot Bloch. They became quite attached to one another but it was his lot to go off to the army and serve his country overseas; -58- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/68b77ed9f9e7df32dbd287bc3c1b23a4.jpg 61515c71bd750c8a7b0d01e00dd110ac Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (63) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 59 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories her lot was to be stationed at Cleveland Hopkins International Airport. This turned into a convenience for Scott's home was there also. Thus the romance fostered and on a Christmas leave they married. Later they went back to Miami University where Scott finished his studies in education. Mary had her hands full with a lively baby boy, Aaron, and a home to establish. After graduation from Miami U., Scott was hired by the Columbus Public Schools, embarking upon a career as an elementary librarian. Adrianna was born shortly after the move to Columbus. She was about seventeen weeks old when Harold passed away and was just fourteen months old when Paul arrived on the scene. Social clubs, Service Clubs and Other Organizations It seems I have always been involved in activities which were supposed to enhance one's life, broaden one's social circle, serve one's fellowmen, and give one joy and pleasure at the same time. The Pythian Sisters was an interesting group of Sunbury area women. Marge Stith Mary Hervey, Martha Goff, Sonnie Barnett were just a few in the drill team of which I was a member. At the same time Mary was active in the junior group. During these day practice time was extremely important and it was difficult to work it into our busy schedules; however, the rewards of high ratings from visiting dignitaries always made one's efforts worth it. Mary's clear and beautiful voice was being heard by many at these meetings. She was invited to sing at the Ohio State Fair. I guess I was more excited about it than she was. I recall her solo was "Open the Gates of the Temple." She also sang it at the Easter Sunrise Service that spring. Another Mary, Mary Hervey, impressed me too. Whenever Mary Hervey came into a room everything came to a halt. One's attention was focused on Mary. You could not help yourself. She was dressed to the nines! Purse, hat , shoes, gloves -- all coordinated to the tee! She would always have a comment that would bring us back to normal in a second but you never forgot that previous moment. Nonpareil was a literary club in Westerville which my Mother was invited to join after moving from Galena where she had been a member of the G. and T. Club. I have previously mentioned I would take Mom to her meetings as she had given up driving. I was invited to join. I did and the rewards of being with these older women were great. Mrs. Hance was a rare one. She had attended Ohio State University when George Bellows was there. The two often spent time together painting. She turned me on to his work, and many years later I chose to give a report on him for another literary club, Sorosis, to which I still belong. At the time of the report there was a display of his works at the Columbus Art Gallery. It all culminated in a very satisfying experience for me. Another lady, Mary Alkire, was a member. Her family owned the beautiful brick home on North State Street in Westerville where the development of a business area has taken place. We often had the meetings there. One program was on music. I was teaching piano at the time. I invited one of my students, Gary Allen , to play for the group. It was a memorable event for those older ladies to hear a young teenager perform as well. Needless to say, I was proud of him, too. This essay of mine won 1st in a state contest sponsored by The Ohio Federation of Women's Clubs. -59- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f0beb38939d5462a09717bb8535711e5.jpg a28795402ca4539879cf37d804854927 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (64) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 60 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories THE TIME IS NOW TO USE YOUR INFLUENCE Yes, the time is now to use your influence. Turmoil rages rampart throughout the world. Nations reel under chaotic conditions of unemployment, economic uncertainties changing morality, criminal injustices, alcoholism, drug usage, family deterioration, marital friction, wife and child abuse, starvation, foreign aggression, vital health problems, and a vast number of troubles and ills. Could there be a greater challenge facing you? The need for voluntary action is everywhere. Social organizations supporting the handicapped, the sick, the aged, the needy, and the culturally deprived beg for help. Educational and religious institutions struggling under enormous odds, hunger for assistance in their endeavors. Clubs and organizations, ranging from hobbies to other varied types of pleasurable leisure-time activities , offer active participation to you. Truly, the time is now to use your influence concerning these matters. Any action you take will influence everyone with whom you come in contact. Like a pebble tossed into the creek, there is not way of predicting how far-reaching your influence may be. Now it the time to earnestly become "large in thought, in word, in deed" as the Club Collect of the Ohio Federation of Women's Clubs states. You are familiar with the adage, "A faint heart never won a fair lady." One can paraphrase this saying: "A faint heart never influences anything." Living in our world demands a stouthearted person. No matter where you live or what you are doing you can influence something that is happening around you; and now is the time for you to use that influence. Every woman who truly desires to help create a more perfect world owed it to posterity to observe critically, to think deeply, to sense stoically, to listen carefully, to speak confidently and to act positively. "You've come a long way, Baby "is another cliche. This, too may be used to remind women to not permit prominent local, state, or national political leaders, or popular sports figures, or theatrical, artistic, performers to daunt the spirits, or to lighten the shackles once again around the women of the world. The time is now to use your influence to prevent a set-back in the struggle for women's rights. Do not procrastinate. Do not leave any matter about which you feel deeply in the hands of anyone else. Are you asking yourself how one woman can make any impact upon the life of mankind today? I hope you are because the answer lies in your decision to put your energy into action rather than simply "letting off steam". It is not uncommon to hear almost daily the remark. "It I were that person, I would ... 'Yet, how often have you observed a follow- through to that statement? Put into action your better influences, straight forward and unafraid. If you need inspiration to move ahead, think of the outstanding achievements of such women as the Virgin Mary, Queen Elizabeth I, Helen Keller, Eleanor Roosevelt, Golda Meir, or Sister Teresa. Each did what she could in a manner unique unto herself. You can too. An important step one must take is a personal inventory of oneself. Know thyself. What do you think? Do you actually have an opinion, or a truly deep conviction, or even an obsession about anything? Have you ever deliberately challenged a public statement? Have you penned a letter to an editor, to a Congressman, or to any other prominent leader giving your belief on a matter? Have you ever reacted to an unfair situation by protesting verbally, physically, or by a mute but immoveable stance? If you have fantasized such actions but have never really participated in these deeds, now is the time to take inventory -60- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8c5aea166a8892df68615555b6bd7a76.jpg 14c56347dd82a965ec2c54e52f7375d2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (65) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 61 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories of your thoughts, desires, concerns for humanity, and other aspects of life in this world today. "No man is an island" and "One cannot live by bread alone" are two age old truths. Admit they are true: then, reach out ." Take the first faltering steps and open the door to exciting new experiences. You must be willing to become involved: and you must realize the risks you may be asked to take. Discretion is a good rule to follow. One may not wish to become entangled in every situation which stirs you up or 'boils your blood." Choose your field whether it is a current political issue or a social one. A religious controversy, a competitive sport, or an intriguing collection or hobby. Once you are aware of your basic position, your task has just begun. Now you must do your homework. Become informed. You must know your subject pro and con. Develop your strategy; then, attack. There is no limit to the information you can acquire about your cause. Libraries, information centers, clubs, organizations, and acknowledged authorities are reliable places to gather informative material background. Caution: dig deeply. Face value, the crust, may be thin. Probe to the heart of your case. No frivolity can be tolerated. Pretense, self pity, and prejudices must be discarded. Facts, depth, width, and leverage must be learned and used. Leave no stone unturned; no avenues unexplored. Take time for the acquisition of this knowledge so that you may be calm, serene, and gentle in your approach in using your influence. Armed with these attributes, into the fray you march. All this preparation is easier said than done you are thinking! No one said it would be easy. There is help. There is strength and safety in numbers. You are not alone in your undertaking. Join others who hold the same sentiments, beliefs, and commitments. You will find doors opening you never before knew were there. If you have had some doubts or reservations before, you will become reassured by these associations and further fortified. Of course, even this action will not assure you a bed of roses. Undoubtedly, there may be times of tear, trials, tensions, and discouragements. The out come of all your work may not be favorable or successful; but, then what great movements have ever been won without blood, sweat, and tears? Also, there are many examples where failure has lead to more valuable winnings eventually. Keep your goals foremost in your mind and persevere. Latch on to all the positive elements you find along the way. Deal with the negatives but accumulate the positive. The positive side brings fringe benefits! Think of the self-satisfaction that will be yours because you took a stand, you gave it your all, and whether you won or lost, you bask in a job well done. All this is bound to boost your self-esteem. Because you accept challenges, you become an inspiration to others. Your circle of friends and acquaintances will increase. Your newly acquired knowledge may help to qualify you as an authority or even an expert on your subject. No longer will you be able to do nothing when an issues arises. Instinctively you will react to the occasion. Never again will you need to be reminded that now is the time to use your influence. Searchlight Club, also a literary and social club in Sunbury, has been another positive aactivity for me. The wonderful women with whom I have had associations, have left priceless imprints on my life. Some were Mada Mann, a soft-spoken, highly educated woman who exuded all the qualities of a self confident, independent, capable person. I determined to try to emulate her; Luretta Day was another I admired for she loved children and teaching of them was exemplary; and Judy Morris, another teacher who practiced love for an enemy -- -61- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/370c3267e415dcf8867d81e8d9f16b76.jpg 237c8617709f36b49f5fa7ac31d9fd5e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (66) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 62 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories the Japanese --and who showed the way to fight the dreaded disease, cancer. They were only three of the many beautiful women who made up this club. Columbus connected organizations have kept me in touch with the Ohio State University and Columbus Public Schools. Phi Delta Gamma and Pi Lambda Theta are two groups backing graduate students through established scholarships available at O.S.U. It has been my privilege to represent these groups at regional and national events and conventions. It has taken me from one end of the country to another --Irvine, California; Albuquerque, N.M.; Chicago, Ill.; and Baltimore, Md. for examples. I have held my share of offices, contributed my time and talents to the best of my ability, and am still actively doing so. Pi Lambda Theta, a professional graduate society, honored me with a citation for public service and contributions to the field of education. the honor was enhanced by the other three recipients, namely, Jack Hanna of the Columbus Zoo, Dr. James G. Hyre, Supt. Col. Public Schools, and Mr. Eugene B. Jefferson, Vocal Music Col. Pub. Sch. A short time later Judy Morris was given a citation for her work with the Japanese. Harold joined the Lions Club in the 50's. Wives were called upon to join in the fun and fund raisers. Because I really believed in this service organization, I helped as much as I could. We took part in annual minstrel shows. Harold was an end man and a soloist. He had a beautiful voice and could really belt a song. One year he sang to Betty Guidotti. Another time I sang a song to him. It was "I Wed Three Hundred Pounds". At one time Harold actually weighed that much. The guys were always playing tricks on one another. During my singing I was supposed to flirt with Harold. One night he warned me to not come near him. I wondered what was wrong. Guys --like Willie Bryant, Bob Morris and Lou Guidotti- had wired Harold's chair. If I had touched him the shock would have been terrific! After Harold's death I joined the Lions Club and became extremely active locally and in the district. I had often heard what a great thing the U.S. Canadian Training Sessions were and decided to attend one in Salt Lake City, Utah. It truly was everything people had said it was. Besides all the training sessions there was a chorus which was to sing at the final banquet. I was only one in one hundred fifty voices! After only two hours of practice we presented a concert which had the audience on its feet even before the last notes were sung. The experience was exhilarating! I came home all set to do great things in Lionism. As I was president of the regional district I was inspired to encourage the ten clubs involved to go out and give great services to humanity. About ten days later, the bomb burst! Lioness clubs were no longer! The "powers that be" wiped out the standing and they could no longer function as they were! I was truly crushed. To this day my regard of Lionism is tarnished. I tried to join again but my heart was not in it. Even though the local group honored me with a plaque and banquet for my community service, my heart still carries a scar. When the village of Sunbury was about to celebrate its sesquicentennial, Harold was on the Council and I was involved immediately. I was named to the celebration committee. Months grew into years of planning fund-raising and presentation. I could write volumes about the celebration but the George Washington Valley Forge Scrapbook on display in the Community Library tells it best. Again when the United State was celebrating its 200th anniversary of freedom, 1776- 1996, Harold and I were involved; However, Harold's health was failing. We had to resign the chairmanship and cut back on our participation. -62- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5d336409826e59097c533c6967cff9a9.jpg d3843e33e5f41f98392e5eda79b97c26 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (67) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 63 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Special Friend People who need people are the luckiest people. I feel lucky I have needed people and they were there for me. Elizabeth Stelzer is one who came to my aid time after time. Lib knew how to laugh and how to make others laugh. She was game for anything and she and I had some memorable times together. Her daughter, Polly and my daughter, Mary, were often the center of our activities. Lib was a great cook too. She worked at the Diner but later she and Paul, her husband, owned and operated "The Grill" on the north side of Sunbury square. They were hard workers and generous supporters in the Sesquicentennial Celebration. Social Studies While I was a self contained seventh grade teacher at Dominican Jr. Hi. I became a member of the social studies organization. And, as usual, I never seem to be able to be "just- a-member". I became very active in the Columbus Chapter. I truly learned about protocol, important local and state political persons, and broadened my general knowledge of world geography and countries' relationships. There were state conventions every year and also national conventions. I remember a state convention in Cleveland. Columbus was asked to provide hosts and hostesses at various tables. I was a hostess. Each table seated ten. There were introductions all around as the seating was done to mix people. If there were important people at one's table, their name tags might help their recognition, otherwise, all were on equal footing. The speaker for the banquet was Tom Clark, a federal judge at the time. When he entered the hall at the second level and ascended the stairs, everyone rose to their feet. I was impressed. The feeling was awesome. I had no idea any individual could create such a circumstance. The topic that evening concerned the Miranda law which had been passed. Another adventure due to social studies was my first airplane ride. The national meeting was held in Seattle, Washington. The local organization chose me as a representative. A part of my expenses would be paid by the chapter and I had to be granted professional leave to attend. I asked and I received. On the way to the airport, I tried very hard to put on a brave front. Harold and mother went to see me off. Mary was away to college --Miami University. The first part of the journey was on a small plane which had to land at Dayton before heading for O'Hara Airport in Chicago. On the way from Columbus to Dayton, I felt every vibration the plane made. I wished over and over that the stewardess would sit down! Every step she took made me feel like the bottom was going out of the plane. I wasn't "white- Knuckled" but I felt squeamish. At O'Hara Airport I changed from the small plane to a large one. The whole atmosphere changed. I flew first class so I had attention I never dreamed of: slippers for me feet, pillows and a blanket--it was late November--and beautiful printed menus for my meals. I relaxed, looked out the window at the often spectacular scenery below, and then dozed off. Flying from then on became a pleasure. The convention activities included seeing Seattle. Tom Leidick, the social Studies director for Columbus, served as our leader and we ate in outstanding restaurants -- Captain D's, Eidelweis, and the Needle. We had free use of the monorail. One evening we enjoyed a Japanese dinner. Riding up in the elevator of the Needle was a thrill. They were open to the outside. -63- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5013d3ee7c64587561bbd8d9617cf9d6.jpg efc29461708a8017b850914e8a4c52a7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (68) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 64 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories One could see three mountain ranges from them. Although the Needle turned, one could scarcely detect it, but, if you are ever in Seattle, don't miss this experience. The return home was interesting. There was a long wait in Chicago for connections to Columbus. When I finally arrived in Columbus, Harold and Mary met me. Our trip wasn't over for we had to take Mary back to Oxford. I remember my "fanny" got so tired. I turned my back to the front windshield and rode on my knees for several miles. Scholastic Magazine under-wrote the convention. It was a most memorable occasion. The banquet provided for Thanksgiving Day was sumptuous. It was truly a social studies experience. The climax to this phase of education came with an invitation to the United Nations from Charles Yost, the United States Representative. It called for a weekend in December. Again, it was necessary for permission to participate. I asked and it was granted. I was told to bring a guest. At this time Mary was a reservationist for West Continental Airlines and stationed at Cleveland. I asked her to join me. On the Friday we were to leave, an ice and snow-storm set in. Columbus airport was closed. The trip was off. I called the United Nations. They extended the invitation to the next weekend. The teachers at Northwood had given me a beautiful corsage. Needless to say, I wore it to school and everyone enjoyed it. The next weekend Mary and I were able to fly to New York without interference! Having been forewarned to take a company taxi, we hailed one and were taken to Windsor Hotel near the U.N. Buildings. The ride proved to be another challenge to our -- or at least, my-- bravery. It was late night. We passed under steel structures we had only seen in movies, over bridges, and finally arrived in downtown Manhattan. Once more my courage almost failed me. It was a cockroach infested hotel! Also, our window looked out on a roof top with ladders leading both down and up! To say the least, I had a fitful night's sleep! Mary and I decided not to stay another night and called the airport for reservations after the U.N. activities and checked out of the hotel early the next morning. The morning session was an explanation of the U.N. work--citing the prevention of over a hundred wars during the year, the work of UNICEF; the eradication of Tuberculosis in many countries and many more positive services the U. N. accomplishes. During the last speech before lunch, Mary dropped a contact lens. We tried to quietly search for it but no luck. When we were adjourned, I turned to those around us and asked them not to move. It almost caused an international conflict. I quickly explained what was wrong and before I knew it, professors, presidents of companies and others were on the carpeted floor and rescued the lens. Immediately we were friends and at the luncheon which followed everyone talked to on another. What an ice breaker! I remember meeting Dr. Grau's sister who was one of the first woman judges in Ohio. I was amazed that she carried with her a resume that was almost a scrapbook of her entire life and work. I felt absolutely naked! I had no identification except my name tag. The Birch Society -- an anti-United Nations group --had written me a rather disturbing letter about this visit to the U. N. The Society felt because I was a principal at Northwood School I was setting a bad example to this area of Columbus. The Society's headquarters were located over a drug store on the northwest corner of Hudson and High Streets. They were right in my jurisdiction. After discussing the letter with various ones at the luncheon, I was advised to turn it over to the FBI. I did and I never heard anything about it. However, the Birch Society made -64- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6ccf0cc7e1dc17ece0e92076720a586e.jpg ec4028e17a3f19037ab494d18bfad524 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (69) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 65 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories no further contact. After lunch we attended a session of the general council. It was dealing with a problem with Cuba. the costumes of various countries -- Africa, Mid-East, etc., were intriguing. Mary and I marveled at the beauty of them. Ear phones were provided to every section so that no matter what language was being spoken, the listener heard it in his own language. Late in the afternoon the experience was over. We gathered our luggage and tried to get a taxi for the airport. It seemed none was going to stop. Finally, one with his light off stopped. He was off duty and on his way home. Since the airport was on his way home he was happy to drop us off. I think this was his "gravy" for the day. We were thankful, for the people sights were becoming a bit unusual, and it was getting dark! One woman in a tight- fitting black pant-suit, cat-like decorative glasses and high heels leading two white French poodles with jeweled collars said it all. If I thought the social studies connection was over when I retired, I was wrong. In the fall of 1978 I was invited to Manhattan College in New York city for a peace conference. I had always wanted to stay at the Waldorf Astoria and this was my opportunity so I checked in. I had a small room and I was not really impressed by the hotel itself. Manhattan College could be compared with Otterbein in buildings, layout and size. The attendees ranged from hippies to Nuns with everything in between. I was not certain where I fit in! The presentations were heart rending. It was a highly emotional plea for peace. One memorable presentation was film confiscated from Japanese photographers who recorded the bombings of Hiroshima. My poem, Holocaust, was a result of viewing the film and hearing the guitar and vocal solo of a young man. My nieces, Vicky and Terry, came to the college, picked me up and took me home with them. I spent several days with them and John. When I flew home, I needed a ride from the airport. I called my dependable neighbor, Ellen, and she rescued me. Since then, I have been in politics, worked with retired teachers, served three years on state committees for the aged, and served two years with AARP at the state legislative level. Much of this early activity led to being named to the teacher of the year award given by the Columbus Jaycees in 1966; and the latter activities led to being named to the Senior Hall of Fame of Central Ohio. Invitation You are cordially invited to the 17th Annual Central Ohio Senior Citizen's Hall of fame Thursday, May 21, 1992 1:00 p.m. Martin Janis Center 600 East 17th Avenue (Ohio State Fairgrounds) Columbus, Ohio -65- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b47430db715607fa18fec143f14379f4.jpg 994137a9424a00149a3b4117feb5fe51 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (70) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 66 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories JEANETTE CURREN RECEIVES KIND OF RECOGNITION OVERDUE Dear Editor, What exciting news to learn that Jeannette Curren, an area resident, was inducted into the Central Ohio Senior Citizens Hall of Fame, Jeannette has worked very hard in our community over the years and it is good to see people who are held in high regard for their tireless work to be recognized. Jeanette and I have been friends for nearly18 years, and I have observed her as an enthusiastic volunteer. She has always tried to exemplify what our community is all about- people working hard together for the benefit of us all. We need more people like her. To her credit, there is a long list of achievements and organizations that I won't list. This only confirms what those of us who know Jeannette already know -- Jeanette really cares about our community. And now she is receiving the kind of recognition that is overdue. Congratulations Jeannette! Will Neff, Exec. Dir. Big Walnut Area Chamber of Commerce NAME CURREN TO SENIORS HALL OF FAME Former Sunbury mayor and Co- lumbus school principal, Jeannette Curren, was honored May 21 by being inducted into the Central Ohio Senior Citizens Hall of fame. The ceremony took place at the Martin Janis Center on the Ohio State Fairgrounds with WBNS-10TV weatherman Joe Holbrook present- ing the awards. The awards cere- mony is sponsored by the Central Ohio Area Agency on Aging and the Columbus Recreation and Parks Dept. Jeannette was one of ten senior citizens from Franklin county and the surrounding counties honored this year for the 17th annual Hall of Fame. Nominated by the Delaware County Retired Teachers Associa- tion, of which she has served as president for six years, Jeannette was escorted by Delaware county commissioner Fay Parrott for the honor. Curren served as mayor of Sunbury from 1980 to 1983 and was a member of Sunbury's council as well. She is involved with the Dela ware county Health Dept. and also is a member of the board of trustees of the Community Library. Jeannette received both her Bachelor's and Master's degrees in Education from The Ohio State Uni- versity. Named as Teacher of the Year by the Columbus Jaycees, she has taught elementary, junior and senior high school English and Social Studies. Jeannette retired as principal having served Northwood, Sharon and Homedale Elementaries in Columbus in that capacity. Besides being active in the Dela ware county Retired Teachers group, Jeannette also serves as District VI director of the Ohio Retired Teachers Association. She also currently serves on the Educa- tion Alumni and Development Ad- visory board at The Ohio State University. A member of the Sunbury United Methodist Church, Jeannette is the widow of former councilman Harold "Tiny" Curren. She has one daughter, Mary, and three grandchildren. Her favorite hobby is doll collect- ing and she makes presentations and exhibits available free - of - charge to many groups. She also enjoys writing and has received awards for both her essays and poetry. Ohio State University 50th Reunion Jeannette Curren '44 leads a lively sing-along at the reunion luncheon at the Ohio Union ballroom. Curren, who majored in music and education and who has been a choir director and church organist, got the crows to join in for a roster of songs that included "Shine On, Harvest Moon." "For Me and My Gal," "You Are My Sunshine," and many others. Curren earned a Master's degree in administration in 1961 and is a retired school principal and former mayor of Sunbury, Ohio. She said she drew on her experience as a high school cheerleader to lead her former classmates in song, adding, "It's fun to do things to make crowds react." . . . .From the Alumni Magazine Photographs of Jeannette Curren at top right and bottom left -66- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/aea3958d8a8c3cc20cf09497fa8f118b.jpg 2bffdfbe9427b8e2749ed28f74e0aa77 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (71) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 67 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Emotional Moments Watching Oprah's show honoring teachers reminded me of the many moving, heart rendering activities the students in the schools where I served had performed. One of the most emotional experiences I have ever seen was the presentation of Samuel Moore's "The Night Before Christmas" by the dear students. At this point in the educational halls there was a debate going on about teaching deaf children to speak or to use sign language. Since my school was located between the Ohio School for the Deaf and the public school Alexander Graham Bell School, my teachers chose to employ any method which would bring these students out of their shells. At Christmas time classes chose presentations according to their ages and abilities and readied them for the Parent Teacher Meeting in December. The regular classes decided to do "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas." Teachers divided the scenes, characters, and responsibilities - programs, costumes and ushering. As principal I was the pianist accompanying all the singing. My fullest attention was given to each moment. It seemed the children had been given special potents - it was the best Grinch I have ever seen or heard by any group! After all the accolades had been acknowledged, the lights were dimmed. A hush came over the audience. The curtains parted slowly. Each student took his designated place, carefully concealing his props needed for his part. Then, the deaf spoke! They spoke in tomes of their own creation. They spoke with their hands through the art work of their props. They spoke with bodily actions which more than once brought down the house! It seemed the characters all were almost enchanted by their own performances. Since the poem was so familiar to everyone, the audience was caught up in the enchantment too. There wasn't a dry eye in the auditorium as the deaf children wished everyone a Merry Christmas and a Good Night! On the day one of former students died, I wrote this poem: One of my student's passed away today My heart is heavy with emotional confusion He became an example Of all our cliches Such as Hold your head high Hard work pays Honesty is the best policy It is more blessed to give than to receive. Ray Wirick was not the star of his high school teams He was the support behind the stars Where ever there were indecisions He made the way with logical decisions Husband, father and grandfather were passions he possessed And he served as a model - the very best -67- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/cbde7c936ac3eaee418a1093648f5efe.jpg 69a8d31217279494de5cad5032772da9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (72) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 68 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories To his family his devotions was immeasurable To his community his services were unlimited To his profession neither language nor boundaries could contain it Ray was exemplatory in every fiber of his being. In appreciation for being privileged to be included in this man's circle of friends Join those of us who revere him in making certain His memory will be perpetuated. His belief in education and his belief in historic preservation deserve our support in every conceivable way. Because Ray was a religious man he is now at peace - no more tears, no more pain- I am certain he is comfortable in the presence of his Lord Retirement In 1970 I started to think about retirement. when I became pregnant in 1947, I had taken out my money for retirement. This meant I would need to return that money plus interest to the Ohio Retired Teachers Retirement fund. Since I was a principal by '70, it was not going to pose any problem financially. Along the way I had also done some summer work so I would soon be fifty-five and have thirty-one years of service. Advised to put thought into what one would do after early retirement, I began to wonder what I would do without children in my life - after all, Harold and I only had one daughter, and she had just gotten married - no grandchildren in sight, even then there would be a limit in the number expected. One answer came quite unexpectedly. While cleaning the basement one weekend, I came across a large cardboard box. I wondered what it contained. To my surprise, it was Mary's dolls, toys, and other childhood playthings. Immediately, I told my self to use these items as a hobby - doll collecting. The idea developed rapidly, but I realized I knew nothing about dolls. When I was a child, I did not have many; and if I did, I had to take extremely good care of them. I honestly did not know how dolls were put together. When the idea hit me, I knew I needed to seek help. In my many magazines for crocheting and knitting, ads appeared for home courses in doll repair. I decided to send to Life Career for such a course. What a favor I did for my self! The lessons took one through all the steps to construct and to repair dolls. A lady on Curve Road had a doll business. That is where I found a doll on which to try my new skills. this was the start of a wonderful, fulfilling hobby. With the financial and extra-curricular problems solved, I looked forward to retirement in 1976. When it came so did a series of luncheons, parties, cards, flowers, the -68- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5f041c6ca0a36d18d17873f2624cb02c.jpg b318a066833dec443b730764c4da9ee5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (73) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 69 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories works. It was exciting. The Northend principals gave me a luncheon at The Church on Bethel road and presented me a silver bowl. Sharon faculty had a pot luck and surprised me with a "White House" dollhouse. The sixth graders at Sharon gave me two dolls - safety patrol figures. Homedale held a Sunday afternoon open house, individuals gifts for the dollhouse, tea cups and saucers for my china collection. The women principals had a party at Glenna Palmer's house in Upper Arlington. There were cards and gifts galore - a pillow from Pauline Webb, a scrapbook with signatures, books about retirement to mention a few. Just one week after I finished my schoolwork, Harold suffered a severe heart attack. We had gone camping at Nettlehorst's retreat. The guys were living it up, and food was plentiful. Harold indulged in all of it. During the night, he suffered what we both thought was severe indigestion. He had already been scheduled to go into the hospital for tests, so neither of us were overly alarmed. Upon examination, however, the doctors revealed there had been great damage done to his heart recently. Then, we knew. He was hospitalized for ten days and then greatly restricted in activities - no smoking, no driving, no unusual physical activities at all. Harold and I were co-chairmen of the Bi-Centennial celebration for this area. We had to resign. the summer was difficult as his temper was short and I felt under tension constantly. By September, he was able to drive again and the tension lessened somewhat. The weather then added to our problems. We had planned to go to Florida for the winter, but not until after Thanksgiving and when the doctor said Harold was able to leave. It turned cold. Snow came early. Harold was forced to stay inside. It proved to be a very trying time. His temper and patience proved extremely hot and short. I prayed a lot so I could keep myself under control - for I've always been know as feisty - if down downright belligerent! The doctor finally gave Harold the word to go. He cautioned him to take it easy, and if he felt any stress or strain, to lie down and rest. Two days before we were to leave, I could not move. Physically I was fine, but I could not make myself do a thing. I remember sitting on the couch all day. My psyche was giving me a hard time. The next day, I simply had to pack and have things in order. we drove away, December 6, 1976, but it was only a few weeks until I returned alone and my retirement finally took hold. Florida Since a number of my family lived in Florida it was a difficult decision to make. Harold actually decided that a mobile home next to Bob and Martha in Ockeechobee would be best. It was about half way from there to my brother, Arthur (Ike ) and May at Sebastian and also half way to my sister Julia and Ken in Punta Gorda. We didn't waste too much time buying a mobile home and renting the space beside Bob. Harold enjoyed shopping for the new abode. I remember how glad I was that he was finding things Photo on top left is of our travel trailer - motor home Photo on bottom right is our mobile home place placed in Okeechobee, Florida, January 5, 1977. -69- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ea9e3111177f44eb33fa039ae4e309a1.jpg 6be40644949c8c036253b7a980e80c6c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (74) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 70 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories to do each day. Of course, fishing was one activity he really relished. We were located on a canal leading into Lake Ockeechobee, so it was ideal for him. Life began to settle into a routine. Morning time the egrets flew up the canal and in the evening back toward the lake. Generally we would be having breakfast and our evening meal at the same time as their flights. They were beautiful. I had a ball getting items for the mobile home. It was a time when I could be perfectly free to decorate and to furnish the place as I chose. And I did! I ordered a set of chests - white wicker - for our bedroom, a corner cabinet for our kitchen and a few other items from Sears. I papered the bathroom and added towel rods, soap dish and the like. It was beginning to feel like a home. The pleasant experience did not last long. It was the last two weeks of February when Mary called and wanted Aaron to fly down to be with us. At age five, this was quite an experience. Fortunately, on the way a mutual friend was also on the plane. Yet, Aaron was truly upset and ill when he arrived. As time went on, he grew worse I finally called the hospital and they told me to bring him to emergency. Harold and I took him, and we were attended to immediately. Aaron's ears were infected. The medication soon took hold and when we returned to our mobile home, he was ready to sleep. When all was quiet, Harold said he was surprised that all of this had not affected him. I was relieved, too; however, I slept in Aaron's room so that he would not waken and be frighted by strange surroundings. In Waco, Florida, there was a doll shop, The White House. One could learn to make dolls, buy parts or dolls and doll accessories. I signed for lessons on Tuesdays. On the Monday after Aaron arrived, we drove the motor home over to Ike's and Mary's in Sebastian. Harold , Aaron and Ike planned to go to an island where the Sebastian River emptied into the ocean. There Aaron could pick up shells and fish. While they were gone, I would be making my doll. We agreed to meet at 12:30 p. m. It seemed strange to me that I was having such a bad time trying to paint the eyelashes on my doll. I finally gave up trying as it was time to go anyway. At 12:30 no one came. In fact, I waited an hour before May came. She brought devastating new that Harold had suffered a heart attack and had died on the island. It was confusion beyond my imagination. When I arrived a t the hospital, the officials wanted an autopsy before releasing Harold to the funeral director. I refused. I gave the doctor's name and number in Columbus and explained Harold's heart problems. I was fortunate to persuade them there had been no foul play, and he was released. Plans then proceeded to get him home to Sunbury. During this time my family was very supportive. May knew the funeral director personally so she was extremely helpful. Ike and Harry took charge of Aaron. Everyone who could came to the funeral home to pay their respects. Harry decided to come home with me. The days that followed were filled with activity. The flight home was uneventful. Changing planes in Atlanta was a bit uncomfortable. Keeping five year old Aaron happy was the most demanding action. I truly don't remember what followed our arrival. I just know that I was overwhelmed with the response of people - relatives, friends, businesses, city officials, students, bus drivers, and all my Columbus associates were present. The funeral was the first held in the new Methodist Church. The choir sang. The audience sang. Mary had asked that a poem be read about her dad. It was heart-breaking to hear. Following the burial all who wished were invited to the church for lunch. The women of the church and the Searchlight Club furnished the food. It was a lush layout. One concern had been over food for both Gentile and Jew. When I was asked about, I had said as long -70- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/41a5826c9b00f1e691225e433325ab7e.jpg 45ed5b18e9e01a528040372b74e3198e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (75) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 70 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories as there was a dish with chicken or fish everything would be fine. And, fine it was! However, even if no such dishes had been there, no harm would have been done. I was told by Bud Wyss --one of Harold's travel trailer friends, that Mary's relatives truly enjoyed the ham, too. Scott had once told me that there were nineteen different levels of Judism and he and his family were in the nineteenth. Bea Wyss was also kind to us at this time. She baby-sat with Adrianna, who was only four months old. Bea stayed at our home, too, for protections against unwanted visitors. It was necessary for me to return to Florida to take care of the mobile home and the motor home. I had driven the motor home once - from Westerville to Sunbury! Now I would need to drive it home. When we purchased the mobile home we took out insurance on Harold's life. At the time my feministic leanings came to the front. The company would not offer me such insurance. If Harold died, the loan was paid in full. If I died Harold would have been stuck with it. No one had any notion Harold would die within six weeks. After the business was completed. I was ready to come back to Sunbury. My neighbor and wonderful friend, Ellen Stemen, offered to fly down and ride home with me. and, she did! What a good time we had! Karen and Jim --my niece and nephew --in Orlando invited us to stay a while. Harry and Marg visited her sister who also lived in Orlando. The four of us went to Disney World. Jim took Ellen and me to Rosy O'Grady's nightclub. Then we started on home. We stayed over one night at Corwin, Kentucky. Otherwise the trip home was uneventful. During the summer I really wrestled with upkeep of the property. I learned to mow the acreage. I traded the station wagon for a car --George Baughman helped me. I tried to keep our membership in Triangle Travel Trailers Club. I found that sleep did not come and my appetite dropped. I lost several pounds but felt good. Julia and Karen wanted to go to New Orleans for a vacation. They invited me to go, too. I flew to Orlando and we set off in Karen's van. We found a hotel near the downtown but also close to the French Quarter. We ate at most of the famous restaurants, visited the unusual cemeteries, and famous persons' abodes. We walked the streets of ornate fences and homes. Karen and I went to Bacon street to hear the music. "The Saints Come Marching In" was the climax! The whole trip was memorable. We happened to be in a museum where a ticker tape machine was running. The message was pronouncing the death of Elvis Presley. To and from New Orleans we visited various homes of notable persons. Bellingarth, a Coca Cola originator, was gorgeous. In Mobile, Alabama, we toured the home of Jefferson Davis. The most talked about items there were foot- stools. This home was not elegant, but comfortable. Edna Chandler Another interesting outcome from the funeral was the relationship which developed between Edna Chandler and myself. Edna had lost her husband a few years before and understood my plight. She sent a lovely sympathy card. At Christmas time I tried to answer all the cards that I had received, so I wrote a note on the card inviting Edna to stop in. She did. It was like two long-lost friends. We talked for hours and in the end I invited her to to take a trip to Florida with me. It was an interesting thought and she said would call me later what her decision would be. A few days later we met to make plans for that trip. Our purposes for the trip were valid ones. Edna was a professional rug hooker. She -71- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3c8a92762875bfd55bf8f4acae919ddb.jpg a084b666f86012e3d820b4741739cd46 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (76) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 72 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories knew of a rug hooking teacher on Jeykell Island. There was also a doll museum there--my cup of tea! That would be our first stop. Then, there were all my relatives we could visit. The weather was a bit of trouble to start. The snow was very deep. It was extremely cold and, naturally, icy. When I went out to start to Edna's house, the motor home could not move. It was frozen to the ground. I had to get the men from the Sohio station to come and rescue it. Edna and I were getting a late start, but it really didn't matter for we had NO time schedule to follow! Whenever we stopped for an overnight, I would see to hooking up our power resources and making the motor home a home. Edna would cook our evening meal. We both cleaned up afterwards, made up our beds, watched TV, and then talk, laugh, and plan for the next day. Edna was truly a "fun" gal. She did imitation of Betty Boop that never failed to set us into hysterics. Apparently, our laughter resounded outside our motor home and we were often asked by others what was happening. We made several acquaintances this way. One such person was a retired naval officer from Attica, New York. He invited us over to his motor home for a visit. His wife, Betty, was a jewel. We had a lot to talk about. Late in the night we needed to return to our home. Our gallant sailor insisted on escorting us. I never was certain of how many campers we awakened that night! Out stay at Jeykell Island was very enjoyable, educational, and , inspirational. We had an excellent camp site. We found the hooking teacher and Edna stayed there while I went on to the doll museum. I learned quickly about driving on the island. There were many old native trees there with low, solid branches. I did not want to hit one of those! My experience at the doll museum was truly rewarding. I had read about the Japanese ceremony, Boys' and Girls' Festivals, but I had never seen one. To greet one as you entered was an excellent display placed on the stairway. This curator knew how to display the doll collection. Dolls were not in glass cases, and other collectible items surrounded them. An Indian doll (or dolls) would have toy ponies tepees, weaving articles and the like. I was truly impressed and I told the curator about my love for dolls. She, in turn, gave me a pass to come back again and spend as much time as I wanted. Edna and I shared many interesting experiences. We went to New York to visit her son, Tim. He was working for Joseph Papps. It was no chore to get tickets to plays--"Dolly", "Annie" and "Runaways", to name a few. We ate at the outstanding restaurants and visited Rockefeller Center often. Lincoln Center didn't escape us either. It was memorable! Edna taught rug hooking at a senior citizens center in Columbus. When the center planned a trip to Washington, D. C., I was invited to go along. We went by bus. The driver and the tour guide made it easy, fun, and educational. Not only did we experience Washington but went to Williamsburg and Greenbrier, White Sulphur Springs, also. It was a delightful journey. Edna moved to Columbus into a condo which she Pictured is Edna Chandler doing her hooking. -72- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e6f1c39718e5ffc2af5e2a8dbfd80ab2.jpg 780701a4b01376e3cc57615692a9072e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (77) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 73 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories transformed into a charming abode. Later she searched for an adult care center and close Oakleaf on Karl Road. Again she made a beautiful spot of a sow's ear. She was also closer to Marty and his family. It wasn't long, however, until her health failed. The little bluebird on her finger, as she lay in her final bed, spoke volumes to those who knew and loved her. When I was a teenager, I never sowed any wild oats so to speak. My mother was very strict -- to the point of embarrassment to me. Now, after the mourning period, here I was fifty-five years of age, sufficient money to exist on and no ties. I suddenly enjoyed a burst of freedom I had never before experienced. It was time for me to sow my wild oats. And, I did -- and as far as that goes, I still am. I am a feminist in my thinking. I like to do what I want to do without any hassle. That is why I have a companion, a friend who lives in my home but I am in no way--legally, spiritually or otherwise-- married. Many people do not agree or approve but that is the privilege of this day and age. I returned to Sunbury to deal with reality. If it had not been for Otis Horsely, I would never have conquered the mowing. He kept the mower working. The old mulberry tree tried to stop me. One of its limbs gave me a nasty whack but fortunately, I kept control. In January of 1978 there were traumatic events for me -- a blizzard, a robbery, and the birth of a third grandchild. Challenging events tested my ability to cope with surviving alone. Having a break-in and robbery really shook me. Naturally, I was needed at Mary's home on Old Post Rd. to help with the two grandchildren and the arrival of the third. I had packed my bags to be prepared to stay for a week or two. Upon a visit to the doctor Mary was told it would be a couple of weeks before delivery, so I decided to go back home. There was a fresh shower of snow before I drove back to Sunbury. When I started to unload my suitcase, I noticed some footprints along the side walk but did not think too much about them. It took a few minutes for me to unlock and carry my things inside. When I flipped on the lights in the bedroom, I caught my breath! The room was a shambles! Lamps were knocked over, the mattress on the bed was askew! Drawers were pulled out and dumped on the bed. The half bath window shade was down and my jewelry drawer on the floor. I recovered enough to grab the phone and call the police, my neighbors, the Stemens, and the insurance company. Not only had my bedroom been riffled, but the back room I used for a den was disaster. As the house was checked, the culprits had had a difficult time entering the house. They had worked on a window on the South side of the house. A window in the basement door was broken. they had gotten into the basement and had gone up the stairs, found the kitchen door locked, pried at it but gave up. They finally ran a foot through my front door glass and gained the entrance they wanted. The police felt I had come, however, at the right time for I had surprised the robbers and they left in such a hurry the front door was left open and the house was still warm as toast. I keep saying "they" as the police determined there had been a car waiting on the 3C highway for the robber. The police traced the robber down through the pines by a track of a pulled pillow case containing the loot. Nothing was ever recovered. Several items of nostalgic value and some financial value were taken. The only remembrance I had of my father's was a set of gold cuff links. They were gone. Three railroad watches from Harold's family were missing. My charm bracelet the seventh grade students at Dominican Junior High had presented me disappeared. And, my sesquicentennial officer's pin with my name engraved on it had been taken. -73- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2d6509c855e81982866038cb03d7840f.jpg 04f155aa40ee83ecef8573c7634a0d42 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (78) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 74 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Why it was thought, the robbers might return that night, I don't know. The house could not be secured for one thing. I spent the night in a chair in a dark corner with a gun on my lap. I was angry, hurt and generally upset that I vowed if anything came near during the night I would shoot first and ask questions later. The night passed slowly and uneventfully! The robbery was never solved and the items I missed the most were father's gold cuff links -- the only thing I had of dad's, old pocket watches and fobs from Harold's family and a charm bracelet given to me by the seventh grade class at Dominion when I was named junior high teacher of the year by the Columbus Jaycees. I tried to rationalize that these were only material things and I must treasure them in memory only. This experience made me stop and think about valuables and safety. As a result I made two moves to counteract these things. One, I had as extensive alarm system installed and two, I decided to have an auction and rid myself of some items. The alarm system is permanent and the auction was a huge success. On Sept. 29, 1978, grandson's Aaron's birthday--Ed Lake, a local auctioneer held the auction. It was an exciting time. The items ranged from a gun collection to antiques from Harold's home in Waldo; from boats to relatively new items I decided to sell. The day was a perfect autumn one. The crowd was beyond my imagination. Jay Stemen opened his land for a parking area which was greatly appreciated. During the early part of the day I stayed inside. I found the whole thing highly emotional and I did not want to make any scene outside. Mary, Scott, and the children had a ball. Mary had two guns set aside for the grandchildren. Bob Reppart talked her into that. There was one gun that I had always liked just because it had a beautiful stock. Late in the afternoon I ventured out. As I came around the side of the carport, I heard some men saying they were worried about having to leave some articles while they went for a truck. I spoke up and told them they could store them in my basement for safety. Just them another man joined us and had my favorite gun in his hands. I exclaimed over it and explained I had almost kept it. He replied maybe you can. He asked if he might call on me later. Right then and there we became friends. Ten days later, we were dating. The auction rewarded me with not only a material cleansing but the beginning of a life long relationship. That is how I met Robert Charles Hanawalt. We kept the the gun in the family for I bought it back from him. The auction triggered another event. the purchase of the headstones in the cemetery. By this time I realized I could not maintain two places of residence and decided to sell the mobile home in Florida. Julia and Ken helped me move those items I had added to the place. Bob and Martha helped me know how to handle water, electric and telephone services. I bade good-bye to it. Edith and Clarence Swope were looking for a place to buy in the South. I was only too happy to sell it to them. These two financial transactions enabled me to choose a tombstone for Harold.Right after his funeral and for weeks I was bombarded by sales people wanting to sell me a tombstone. My neighbor, Mr. Lane, was my choice for a salesman. I told him when I knew what I wanted I'd call him. One day as I was vacuuming the hallway in my house, I looked up and saw a photo of Harold when he was between eight and ten years of age. It struck me like a thunderbolt! Wouldn't that make a wonderful marker! I grabbed the photo and ran to Mr. Lane's house. -74- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7cd0994c9078afec690359e65471c70d.jpg 8b1e78daf1016396fde8595db5970ec8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (79) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 75 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories When I asked if a sculptor could do stone of it he said he didn't know. why not? We went to Delaware to Fuller Monument Company and explained what I wanted. We visited the Delaware Cemetery to see statues of Jesus and Mary. Then, Mr. Fuller took the photo and on the weekend he and his wife drove to Barre, Vermont, to start the project. The company in Barre, Vermont, were excited about the idea. Personalized Sculptures of Currens' Youth Personalized sculptures of their youth is the way a Sunbury woman has chosen to show her fond memories of her late husband, Harold Curren. Jeannette Curren, Sedgwick St., pictured above with the memorial on her husband's grave in Sunbury Memorial Park, has in one way immortalized those memories as well as the art form in which they are done. The monument, depicting an 8-10 year old Harold, 'Gone Fishin', and a same aged Jeanette entitled "Tender Love", are sculptures created from pictures of the two in their youth. Fuller Monument, Delaware, through their marble sculptors in Berry, Vt., helped Jeannette coordinate and realize the personalized markers. Jeannette says she chose Harold's pose in one of his favorite pastimes, fishing. Her own pose was taken from a picture of her the day of her first piano recital. The detail in the sculpture captures a stringer of bluegills in Harold's hand as well as the bobber on his make-shift pole and the knot in the string which holds his overalls around his neck. On Jeannette's statue, the sculptors captured the ribbon tying her dress, and a rose in one hand with a butterfly sitting on the other. "When I went to Berry this spring to see how they were coming along, the sculptors told me they were the most unusual markers they'd every made, especially from photographs. It's something in three dimensions from a photograph they told me," Jeanette says. "And you should see the cemetery there. Just walking through it - you get an artistic high," Jeannette explained. Jeannette adds that one of her intrigues has always been wondering what deceased persons she did not know had been like and what they looked like. "This is one way to show others who didn't know Harold a little bit about him." John J. Lane, representative for Fuller Monuments in Sunbury, says it took months of searching and planning for just the right memorial for the Currens. "Personalized memorials seem to be the trend today. they capture many memories of loved ones, deeds of kindness, moments of compassion and years of dedication. As investment that will will last forever.," he adds. The Currens' grandson, Aaron Bloch, who is about the same age as his grandparent as depicted in the statues, summed up his feelings in, "there's still something about Grandpa I can touch." -75- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1cafb47bb41b7b2793053eb1407ae441.jpg dfdb98886b038b014269144e9e3b58c7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (80) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 76 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Trips Besides all the trips to Florida, New Jersey, New York and New Mexico, I wanted to see Europe. In October of 1987, it was possible. Getting ready for a twenty-three day trip was no easy chore. The advice one received from meaningful friends and well wishers is both helpful and hilarious. One idea was wear your oldest underclothes. Then instead of packing dirty clothing or violating the hotel's no washing of clothes rule, throw them away. This also gave one packing room for souvenirs. It worked! But the simple lessons one learns are crucial teachers. They teach you to read the small print. One vital thing I forgot, a a result, was wash cloths. Foreign hotels do not (did not) provide them. At the other extreme, however, they have bidets! My trip started with a flight from Columbus to O'Hare in Chicago. Changing planes is always a bit nerve wracking, but not this time. My departure area was only a short way away. Also checking through customs was simple. There was a reasonable wait-over before we could board the plane for London. I remember very little about the flight over. I recall I had a window seat but it was night. We were thirty thousand feet up but I do remember seeing lights below a few times. Otherwise I slept. Upon arrival at Heathrow Airport in the London area, I was met by hostesses who called me by name and led me to an awaiting transport vehicle. The ride into the city was interesting-- we drove on the left side of the road and I had to concentrate on the scenery to keep from reacting! I was surprised by the small but beautiful fenced -in yards that nearly every house or apartment had. After I arrived at the hotel--Central Park--I had some time to kill so I found the London Toy and Model Museum was within walking distance of the hotel. So, I went. It proved to be a very rewarding adventure. Imagine, an ordinary person from a small town in Ohio enjoying the offerings of this huge, wonderful city all by oneself, and feeling very much at home! I spent some time there viewing dolls, dollhouses, and miniature cars. Upon my return to the hotel, I was able to check into my room. It was not first class, but it sufficed. I never did get hot water and showered in the cold! I ate dinner in the dining room alone. Then it was time to meet all the other 46 members of the group. From this group came three lovely ladies--Rosemary Ritter, Corine Miller and Evelyn Davidoff. Being alone, we gravitated toward each other and formed a great quartet. A tour of London took us to all the tourist spots and more. Lunch at Talbot Tavern was delicious. Dinner in the evening was the Mignon Hungarian Restaurant near the hotel. A violinist entertained us. The Tour bus trip to the White Cliffs of Dover took us through a plain grassy area, Blackheath. Our guide explained Blackheath was where people who died during the Black Plague had been buried. It has not been disturbed since. The trip over the English Channel was memorable. The tour called for the hover craft crossing, but the weather was so bad --wind and rain -- that the crafts were not running. It was a really bumpy ride on the ferry, The Pride of Dover. It felt like the ship hit large potholes. In the restaurant, dishes and food were sliding all over the tables. We grabbed our servings and held onto them. Arriving at Chalis, France, we went very quickly through customs and headed to Brussels, Belgium. Along the way WWII bunkers near Dunkerque were all evident from the events forty years earlier. Brussells boasted palaces, government buildings, churches and market squares. The -76- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bd5e72418bd8c01a0046e7cd13d7e526.jpg 21190951159fe717ad3429d377c76349 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (81) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 77 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Mannekin Pis was a jovial sight there. There was an Expo taking place, also the flags of nations were flying. A huge structure shaped like atom of helium graced the view! Most unusual! The visit to the American Memorial where General Patton is buried was a traumatic affair. There is a marker for every state and a list of names of each person who gave his or her life. Patton's grave is at the head and all the rows of graves are laid out in a fan shape from it. Awesome! Luxembourg was a bit of a disappointment. The Alzetta River could not be seen for bulwarks and grasses. The stores were closed and window shopping revealed nothing unusual. The Moselle Valley was nice but the fun began at the crossing over of the Rhine. It proved to be a very active river with barges, ferries, pleasure boats, and the like. On either side of the river is lined with vineyards, beautiful homes, and old castles. Breath-taking! the Lorelei Rock is on the narrowest spot on the river and bordered by huge rocks. Flags and a statue mark the spot. I always dreamed about Heidelberg and the possibility of studying there. Now, there I was and I was close to heaven. From the Heidelberg Fort and Castle, one could see everything! The old towers and bridge were sights to behold. In Munich I was amazed to be in the beer hall where Hitler was unsuccessful in his coup attempt in 1923. I will never forget the number of steps there were to the second -- but main floor. Bob Hanawalt The last twenty years have been spent in the company of Robert Charles Hanawalt, Sr. I met him at the auction as I have previously written. Within ten days he called. We made a date for a day or so later. He was a Columbus fireman and had an unusual schedule of work hours. He was nearing retirement and had vacation days to spend. We decided -- after several meetings -- we would take off in our motor home for the South. The motivation was the Gator Bowl game. Ohio State would play Clemson. I contacted some former teachers -- the Woodrows -- who sold us their tickets. In Jacksonville we parked in the section for motor homes in the university parking lot. It so happened that our tickets seated us among the Clemson fans. When Woodie Hayes pulled his infamous slap act, we were aghast. The Clemson fans soon put us at ease. One remarked he'd got his money's worth seeing Woody show himself. When returned to the motor home we draped a towel over our license tag --we were truly ashamed of the incident. Personally, I was appalled. I had never felt compelled to call or write a university in my life before, but this action triggered it. When I tried to call every line was busy! I never did get through. Pictured are Jeannette and Bob at Linden McKinley class Reunion. -77- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1f96f37892534b1c8cbbefc1ef0548a6.jpg bbf6add41b07056f02d88a92b516eae3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (82) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 78 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories We had to get home because Bob had to return to work. As soon as he had all his affairs in order, we decided to go back to Florida for an extended vacation. The fun never ceased. The stay at Key West was outstanding. We found a nice camp and settled in. To our surprise we were parked next Chester Buchanan, the country singer. He was very friendly and fun to talk with. He told us that he and his brother, Lester, missed the boat when they turned down the opportunity to record "The Orange Blossom Special". There was custom in the camp, that if a person caught a large fish on a fishing expedition, a potluck would be held for the camp. Bob went on the expedition and low and behold, his catch was big enough to be included in the pot-luck! It was a six to eight pound grouper. The people who came to the potluck were mostly retired naval officers. Coca Cheeca, Key West, was a base for the naval air squadron. These officers had all the privileges of the base. They extended some privileges to us. One couple invited us to a dinner and dance there. We accepted and had a wonderful time. I came away appreciating Jim Reeves who sang "Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone." Writing Poetry There is something about being around the water that triggers my poetic nature. Out of the stay came the following poems: Rooftops and Chimneys Have you ever climbed the rounding stairs Of a lighthouse on the shore Or monument like Washington's? And there are many more. When you walk beside the parapet Clothed in bars of iron And gaze upon the roof tops there, Do you feel the magic and the charm Beneath your spellbound stare? In the panorama stretching Just as far as I could see One item caught my fancy T'was the sight of chimneys In the cool and colder climes There are stacks atop galore But in the climes of tropic isles One can search the landscape o'er Before a single flu or vamp Will rise above earth's floor. Rooftops of the cities of European flair Cause one to gape in disbelief O'er the romantic lore that's there - The Spanish tile, the thatched effect The sod, the palm, the skin Can shelter man in every land And keep him safe within. The chimneys rising out of these House storks or smaller fowl The curling smoke each one emits Mark a warm abode within. Oh, I love to climb the heights of towers To view the sight around For someone held a dream for this Long before my day And left his dram for me to share As I passed along this way. -78- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2c4ce45d97f4c72282f2603e3f8056fb.jpg e8c14c8159d37ed2a91a58287803b0ea Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (83) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 79 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Death at the Dock The charter boats are docking- Their catches to show The fishermen's widows Waiting in a row, Meanwhile, crowds gather On Mallery dock Freaks, artists, and peddlers Their wares to hawk. The air is now shattered With the beat of a drum Jugglers toss tenpins While guitarists strum. Buxom girls wriggle To combo measures; All who have come here Seek only pleasures. The Sun is the master Of Ceremonies today And these lovers of nature Bow down to pray To the solar spectacular Now on display. When the arch of this ball Disappears in a wave Clapping and shouting Accompany it to its grave. Having properly buried This day and its light The fickle crowds scatter And under the cover of night Seek the adventures The day's eyes dislike! Rumor spread through the camp that I was a writer of some kind and soon I was receiving requests to compose verses for people. The poem that cause the most response was "Two Shoes'. It was about a tough, rough aviator who had lost a leg in World War II. He was so impressed he asked me to read it to his brother who came to visit some time later. A Pair - Two shoes "I'd like some shoes, "the man said. "Of course," the clerk replied; "Just choose your style and try them on We're really well supplied." The man chose his styles most carefully And tried them one by one; His choices were one brown - one white, They were sandals for the sun. He told the clerk, "I want one each - a right." The clerk seemed to hesitate The man quickly caught the stare Said he, "Two shoes make a pair - Two shoes, please, both right." Without delay the clerk returned A lesson in humility learned; A pair can be two shoes, 'tis true, When only one foot needs a shoe. -79- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/96e6e529973008d00817663aee354f93.jpg 35bc104966cdd09cbb848147313df1dc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (84) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 80 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories While I had been in Key West two times before--once with Harold, Harry and Mary and another time with Edna Chandler--this tour was really different! We took the train tour, went through Audubon House, visited Hemingway's home, loved the thirty-two cats, looked at the homes and the methods of water collection and usage; ate adante green beans on a second floor tree-house type deck, and experienced Mallory Square and Dock. We thoroughly enjoyed visiting my sister in Punta Gorda. Bob joined the American Legion there and we enjoyed luncheon, dinner, dance and in general, the people. At my brother, Ike's place, we visited the area around Sebastian and also were able to spend some time with Aunt Dorothy, Harry and Marguerite. On the way home we would often visit Bob's daughter in Chesapeake, Va. One time--for my birthday--we took advantage for some advertisement for Fairfield will share. Bob bought one. Since then we have enjoyed many trips to Lake Lure in North Carolina near Chimney Rock. Because one can trade weeks for other places owned by Fairfield we have been in many places up and down the Atlantic coast, often in Tennessee and as far west as Arkansas Ozarks. Bob has been a positive factor in helping me maintain my home on Sedgwick. He was the sole brick layer of the front patio. He had kept the flowers blooming and the grass mowed like a carpet. Decorating Tiny and I had discussed having a professional decorate the house someday. The "some" day came in 1979. I hired a decorating service and began a total re'do of the house on the inside. Where there were painted walls, they were papered. Where there were partial rug covers on the red beech floors, carpet covered all. The furniture was sold and new furniture replaced the old. Instead of solid wooden items, there were now glass and brass. The progress took nearly a year to evolve but I was thoroughly happy with the result. While the decorator and various workers did the major items, I had much to do also. I painted areas myself and redid some pieces of furniture. Again I was happy with the results. A year or so later, two major projects altered the outside of the house. A patio was created at the front entrance and a deck was built on to the dining room. When I mentioned making a patio, Bob Corwin who was over the street and cemetery said if I needed bricks for it, there was a large supply of bricks from the old Sunbury streets piled up at the village garage. He needed the area and would be happy to be rid of them. Bob Hanawalt made plans to lay a brick patio at the front of the house. Jay Stemen used his equipment to remove the concrete sidewalk. Ted Foreman said he could use the walk so he came and hauled it away. A layer of gravel was covered with clear plastic. Sand was poured atop the plastic. Bricks were then placed in a pattern to finish the basic work. Bob and I had made trip after trip to the village garage for the brick. Bob had a flat trailer on which to haul them. As I write this, it all sounds so easy but I felt like Churchill -- "it took blood, sweat, and tears" to accomplish. The rewards, however, have been many and are continuing to bring pleasure to us. To complete the landscaping, Bob installed a wooden rail-type fence along the north side of the house. He planted both sides of the patio with seasonal flowers which he changes -80- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/adb33039741c225a70a72cf8d34e7930.jpg f97df7a122b84e9d455fa6f117e19abc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (85) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 81 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories according to desire. It always looks lovely with the crocuses, daffodils, pansies, grape hyacinth, tulips, geraniums, hollyhocks, begonias and other plants. The second project was the deck. There was a narrow balcony across the south side of the dining room. One could have a chair and a small table on it but the house had no direct access to the south side. A deck would solve the problems. This was the beginning of a new friendship also. "Jay" Clark had done the work for the village. Dennis Bell suggested I talk with him. I did and he agreed to do the work. Early in the process his wife, Laverna, came to see him and we struck up a conversation. After several cups of coffee, she had to leave but promised to come back. And she did for many years to follow. She became like family. When my sister moved to town she became her friend, too. Laverna Clark is a hard-working, talented woman who is an asset to the Big Walnut community. The deck has proven to be an asset for me. Whenever I entertain a large group, we utilize the area -- weather permitting. Evenings on the deck are wonderful. If there is a breeze, one gets it. The deck is high enough the mosquitoes, do not bother one too often. The access to the south side is convenient especially since a pole barn has been added to the area. The homestead is very liveable now and I believe I'll probably end my days on this little corner of the world. The Lock Box If one thinks the funeral of a loved one is difficult, think too of the experiences one has clearing up debts, deeds, and many other legalities. Had it not been for Jim Whitney, attorney, and Mary Basbagil, CPA, my problems would have been much worse. Fortunately, there was a will which again saved stress and strain; but, there was one bit ownership which gave me irritation - the safety deposit box. When Harold died, the box was sealed. No one could get to its contents. It was necessary for the county auditor and my attorney to be present at the opening. How annoying it was that I could touch nothing while they went through personal items of ours! By the time all the items had been scrutinized by them, I was furious. Since Harold had collected coins, I was advised to have an evaluation made. I had to hire a coin expert to decide whether I had inherited a coin collection or an amassment. Fortunately, it was named an amassment which saved a taxation from being assessed on the coins. As soon as the coins were determined to be mine - free and clear - I gave them to Mary. She had a friend who dealt in coins. With his help, she made good use of them. As for the safety deposit box, I felt I should keep it - deeds to property, insurance policies and other valuable would be "safe" there. However, the new attorney keeps wills, deeds, etc. in his office so I began to feel no need of the box. After twenty years, I decided to clean out the box and return it to the bank. It was the first time after Harold's death that I had begun to feel a need for some extra money. I felt, too, it was time to reassess my holdings and responsibilities. The giving up of the safety deposit box was one of the decisions I made. When I cleaned the box out, I opened the big lid and removed all the papers. I reached in to feel for anything I might have missed. I felt nothing. Then, I thought I better open the short end lid, just in case something might have slipped and gotten into this end. Sure enough, I felt something. It felt solid and soft. As I pulled it out, my heart started to beat faster than it had in years! I looked and beheld a wad of folding money! I took a few seconds to recover -81- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2120c21ebfd14db0e8a68a3aa75b469b.jpg ce8935702b6a2eb521e8c6a452f3e086 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (86) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 82 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories from the surprise. I slipped the wad into my tote with the rest of the contents. Then calmly I finished the business connected with the safety box. Out in the car, I just sat there for a few minutes. Mentally, I was offering up thanks to Harold. After being gone for twenty years, he was still taking care of me. Since I had turned to a coin dealer before and had profited, I thought I should do so again. I went to Allen's in Westerville for some of the rarer bills and to Steve Green, an auctioneer, in Sunbury for some. Both rewarded me generously. It made remarkable difference in my financial status. The One Dog in My Life Somewhere and sometime along the way I saw a white West Highland terrier and fell in love with the breed. Whenever I talked with fiends, the subject would come up in our discussion. One evening while entertaining a former student and her husband, I mentioned wanting a "Westie". She was amazed and told me her boss had some for sale. She would tell him about me and, perhaps, he would sell me one. She did and he agreed. Bob and I picked up a little puff ball of white fur when he was ready to leave the litter. There was something about this tiny creature that touched my heart like nothing else had before or since. What a joy he was! Since Bob had had more experience in training dogs than I had ever seen, I, more or less, left it to him to teach my puppy how to live with us. It was Bob, too, who came up with a name, Jeannette's Jock. He was Jock from that day on. Jock went with us nearly everywhere we went. There was one time when we would not take him to our fair-share unit at Lake Lure. Ellen Stemen offered to take care of him. Whenever we went away without him, we would say, "Take care of the house, Jock." Never giving it a thought, I said it to him when we left. Upon our return, Ellen told us he wouldn't get near her. She found it difficult to care for him. After we came back he was friendly as could be to Ellen. When Julia's husband, Ken, passed away I went down to Florida to be with her and stayed an extended period of time. Bob was with Jock so I did not worry. I took a bus home and rode 36 hours. At one stop I called home. Bob reluctantly told me Jock was missing. The remainder of the ride home was anything but pleasant. Bob put the word out that Jock was missing. He even made a poster. Fortunately, the local police were notified and it wasn't long before Jock had a ride home in a police cruiser. Another time my brother, Harry, was looking after him. We were in Florida at my sister's, Julia's, house when I received a call from Mary warning me that Jock was not doing well. Needless to say, it took about twenty hours of hard driving but home I came. Jock and I were both overjoyed to be with each other. I never left him with anyone else again. Whenever I played the piano Jock would crawl under it and stay until I stopped. It was no wonder that one morning I found my ten year old darling in his final sleep. Pictured is Jeanette's Jock. -82- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/72512f48b983a7294484ded0d4cd1528.jpg 3e82dab663f9ff76e4635728fbcbeaa8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (87) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 83 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories I miss Jock but I have no desire to have another dog. I love the memories of him too much. Why I Became a Mayor A year and one-half after Harold (Tiny) died Harold Kintner announced his retirement from public service. Tiny had told me that he would run for mayor if Harold Kintner ever decided not to run. We had always supported Mr. Kintner. We even served on his political committee. Now Tiny was gone and I knew he had wanted to run for the mayor's office After all, he had served on council for years and was a central committeeman for the Republican Party. Because I had always backed Tiny in his services, I decided to enter the race for mayor. The slate included three men-- Robert Reed, Mr. Russell, and Adrian Abolins. There were many issues to consider. I tried to sum it all up in a poem. My campaign was not endorsed by any specific group, newspaper, or individual. I received encouragement from many persons. I have tried to remember when and where I made public appearances but I cannot. None seemed to stand out as being either harmful or helpful. I was happy to find that the public had voted for me as there was no close count and a re-count was not needed. During the time from the November election and the taking of office, I tried to become aware of the problems facing the administration. The old cliche of scrutinize, organize, delegate, and supervise came into play. I attended the council meetings, held conversations with Mr Kintner, and talked with elected council -persons. The pressure of the responsibility became greater at every move. I was fully aware that every move I made would result in "heck if you do and heck if you don't", but moves had to be made so I made them when I was inaugurated. The idea of the inauguration was important for various reasons. One, this was the election of the first woman mayor. Second, it was won without the backing of a committee, party or a newspaper. Third, it would establish a formal atmosphere - the "good ole boys' type was passe. Invitations were sent. Preparations were laid at Jon-Jon's Restaurant. It turned out to be a very interesting experience. Kenny Crowl overslept and barely made it in time for the invocation. James Whitney - the lawyer who had so kindly taken me through the legalities following Tiny's death - gave a greeting as only he could have done at such an occasion. Colors were posted by the American Legion member and the Pledge of Allegiance led. Pictured is a copy of the invitation to Jeanette Curren's inauguration as mayor of Sunbury: The honor of your presence is requested at the ceremony attending the swearing-in of Jeanette E. Curren as Mayor of The Village of Sunbury Sunday, December 30, 1979 8:00 p.m. at Mr. Tom's Country Fixin's Restaurant E. SR 37. Sunbury R.s.v.p. 614-965-3914 -83- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3ced8e7884d670fee3af06fd5573e423.jpg f6cbbc2b2dde828ea8362d5fb61441c2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (88) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 84 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories The introductions of guests included the following county officials: Commissioner Merle Law, Sheriff Bill Lavery and Prosecutor Duncan Whitney. Local officials included Mayor Harold Kintner, Mayor Willie York (Galena), Council woman and husband Donna and Martin Barenck, Councilman Adrian Abolins and Mrs Abolins, Councilman Dennis Bell, Councilman Robert Reed and Mrs. Robert Reed, Council woman Becky and Glenn Hayes, Clerk-Treasurer Dan Conant and Mrs. Bebe Conant, Councilman Jack Brehm and Mrs. (Polly Whitney) Brehm, and Police Chief Walter Niece. The Swearing-In was conducted by Peter Monos, the attorney for the Sunbury Village council. My grandson Aaron Eugene Block, held the Bible. Dan Conant was also sworn in. After a few remarks by me - and believe me, they must have been few for I cannot remember them - Kenny Crowl gave the Benediction and everyone was invited to participate in refreshments. Two good friends Edna Chandler and Elizabeth Stelzer oversaw the food and its presentation. In the time that followed people mingled and seemed to have enjoyed the whole affair. Channel 4 of Columbus TV aired the event. The early morning Columbus paper had a nice write-up on the front page the next day. Organization included adopting an agenda, and appointing department heads and council committees. Through some political moves made prior to my term the police court was removed from my jurisdiction. It didn't take long to find out why, but it also did not take long for me to move on the police department During the campaign there had been numerous complaints about the police department. As I looked into it there were over twenty-one persons sworn in as police. For a village of two-thousand -- more or less -- this seemed out of proportion. Rumor had it that if someone expressed a desire to be a police person all that was needed was to ask and one would be sworn in on the spot, even if the spot were on the square. Of course, this was not legal. The applicants were supposed to be approved by council. Upon consulting with the village legal counselor, Peter Manos, a plan was made to re-construct the department and control the personnel. Five regular duty men were kept in tack but the others were asked to turn in uniforms, weapons, and then, apply for the position if they truly wanted the job. The impact was unbelievable. To the police department I became Kohmeni! Actions followed which amazed nearly all concerned. The recently organized fire department supported the police organization. Tom Clark, a lawyer for the police, took up the defense. As mayor, I was under litigation from February until May. I could not publicly comment on any of it while the policemen and firemen were free to talk -- and talk they did! Some interesting results occurred. One young man was fired by the police chief over a problem with purchase of some guns. Another policeman resigned who owned a two- way radio system. I had the Bureau of Federal Investigations contacted but the advice they gave me called for measures I felt were too severe and too complicated to be undertaken in this situation. Of all the persons concerned with the police department, only one came to me personally and talked. His position was not in jeopardy and we talked freely. It was at that time I began to change my daily routine. I no longer slept eleven p.m. to six-thirty a.m. I did not go to bed until 4 a.m. and I asked not to be disturbed until 9 a.m. When I went outside the house, I was cautious and I looked over my car carefully before I used it. I learned where and how to park in public areas and to notice anything that might seem out-of- place or unusual. At the May meeting of Council ten policemen attended. An agreement had been -84- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0b9673ccf11574150f24c8f2b8b7d6a5.jpg c37cbbfbb2410d713514d5f1808a85db Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (89) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 85 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories reached and a written document was to govern the department. One person said he would challenge the decision. He was told if he had not come to be sworn in and approved by council, he could leave. He left. The others were sworn-in and the department cleaned up its act. Incidentally, it was at this meeting that Pat Caston came. I was truly pleased that one of Columbus' best principals cared. The Bureau of Motor Vehicles maintained an office in the local government building. The revenue from this department was very good. It was difficult job to keep the financial end of it in order. The temptations while handling the money were great. It was, however, a bonded position so if any discrepancies occurred, the village was covered. The State of Ohio was responsible for this service. When the State re-organized the department, the Sunbury office was closed. The need for a facility to house the government of Sunbury was coming to a crisis. The Town Hall was now the Community Library. Although the agreement was to hold Council meetings there it became an impossibility. Boxes of books shoved under the table prevented one from comfortable seating. The Spanish-tile roof on a house on the corner of Columbus and Granville streets housed the mayor offices. The clerk-treasurer, Dan Conant, and I shared an office. The Bureau of Motor Vehicles was located in the back of the house, necessitating walking a hallway. The water department and the income tax collector, Ellen Stemen, shared a room. The police department had a small office on the west side of the house. The second floor housed a pool table and a map room. I wanted to clean up the floor and have an office there but it was vetoed as inaccessible to the public--especially the handicapped. The climax came one day when the ceiling of the hallway actually exploded and fell in a million pieces. Had there been anyone in the hall at that time, it would have been tragic! It was necessary to find better housing. Two facilities were rented--the east side of the Farm Bureau Building on the south side of the square and a house trailer on Morning Street where the treasurer and the mayor had offices. These facilities proved adequate for a while but it was now evident how badly a home for the village was needed. Superintendent Richard Miller made a memorable comment on our move. "They say you can't move the government but Sunbury is doing it," was the gist of it. Plans for a new building on the corner were put into play. what a struggle! Opponents came out of the woodwork. Public meetings were called by rabble-rousers. The first Pictured is a copy of the invitation to the dedication of the Sunbury Municipal Building: The Mayor and the Council and the Village of Sunbury cordially invite you to the dedication of the Sunbury Municipal Building on Saturday, the seventeenth of December, 1983 at 2:00 p.m. 9 East Granville Street Sunbury, Ohio 43074 -85- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b7c2383e084a91f51ecb9461e1d51335.jpg 3ab7687e27dc0916848742ba2c501195 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (90) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 86 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories plans called for a federal-type building. It was rejected. The council had to start over and they did!This time they succeeded. A new building was in the making during 1983 and was dedicated in December just before my term ended. John Kaisich honored Sunbury with his presence at the dedication. The village has been sued for improper storm sewage disposal. The former administration had pinpointed money for working on this project. One trouble spot was on East Rainbow. Bids were accepted and a company was chosen to handle the work. It was necessary to go deep into the side of the street to lay pipe. Safety structures were installed. When the work was completed the structures had to be removed. In the process, a measuring device started to fall into the ditch. A worker tried to save it and fell in himself. Two co- workers jumped in to help him and dirt covered them all. The cave-in took its toll. The two men who tried to help were rescued but the other man died. I was told by the funeral director that he suffered a severe blow to the head. OSHA did not rule neglect. It was, however, a tragic event and I felt deeply involved. I became increasingly concerned over the safety measures all department heads practiced. Bob Corwin and I attended state sponsored classes on road repair safety. Gary Hall and I took a course on safety for which we received two hour credit from Northwestern University. In combating the storm sewer problems, Becky Hayes spent considerable time and energy beyond the call of duty, trying to solve them. Much work and money was concentrated in this project. It seemed that nearly everything in the village was old and in many cases bandaids could no longer cure the aging. One such item was the village water tower. One winter it started leaking. Previously, it had been drained and repair to the outside of it had been done. Later there had been a plastic liner installed. Now the tower was in danger of toppling because the weather was severe and ice was forming heavily on its outside. The tower was drained and in the spring a new tower was erected. During all of this, criticism was rampant. My skin became much tougher. The Town Hall became another aged problem. The supports for the second floor were wearing away from the brick supports. The books displayed on the second floor were very heavy and this was contributing to the weakening of the supports. Engineers advised immediate repair. This meant having the library moved out and repairs made. This was done. A large grant helped the project. It was a terrible inconvenience to the library personnel, but it did clean up part of the excess baggage the library had collected. The Planning and Zoning Committee was very active at this time. Seeing what was happening in Westerville which lacked laws restraining or controlling expansion, the committee Picture is a copy of the invitation to the rededication of the Town Hall: The Village of Sunbury cordially invites you to the rededication of The Town Hall on Saturday, the seventh of May, 1983 at half past ten o'clock. Luncheon - 12 o 'clock noon. Mr. Tom's Country Fixins' 10800 State Route 37 East Sunbury, Ohio R.s.v.p. by May 3, 1983 965-2684 -86- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a3e6d67f1d2e689ffd43851b062b401d.jpg e7aad886ad2b3573f74e5830b6ef851f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (91) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 87 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories worked with the county officials who were concerned with this. Again, criticism was rampant but looking at the present situations (1999) many are pleased this committee had such foresight. The abandoned railroad running through Sunbury was a concern county wise as well as a local one. Jack Brehm and I were interested in what was going to happen to this land. It would provide a great bicycling and walking trail. Again criticism and opposing ideas were numerous. A much worse occasion slowed progress on this project. We lost Jack Brehm. Jack suffered a fatal heart attack. It seemed that if there were anything dire going to happen, it was bound to happen during my term in office. How tough, I thought, does my skin have to get? Joining the Ohio Mayors' association was a positive step. The conversation and meetings around Ohio were very helpful. Problems were discussed, probable solutions were explored, and attention was given to stress and conflict with which mayors needed to cope. Entertainment was welcomed! Some of the high lights were: toured an atomic plant, attended a presentation of "Tecumseh", shopped in Akron in the renovated cereal factory; met Senator Metzenbaum and I was included in a parade ride in Peebles. As mayor one only held a part-time job so people thought. If you do the job right there is nothing part-time about it. It is there constantly. One certainly does not get rich. I received $2,000 a year. I found I spent much more than that of my own money. That is why when my term was over, I asked the Council to raise the mayor's wages. During the four years I was there, the finance committee began raising wages but the law prohibited a raise for the mayor while serving a term. The Council voted to raise the mayor's salary to $3000 and was criticized for giving a 50% raise! It was no wonder I did not run for another term. I was almost at the end of my giving! I wanted to leave happy that I had served and hoping that Harold (Tiny) would have been as proud of what I had done as I was of him and what he had done in his twelve years of service on the Council. Village Buys Land for Cemetery Selling the extra land--the hill in front of the house--seemed at first to be a no-no. Yet it seemed to be the sensible way to keep my economy solvent. For what purpose should it be sold? All around the village--and especially the western side, housing development was evident. This particular land, however, abutted the local cemetery in which my closest relatives rested. Land for burial was becoming less and less available. A surveyor was hired to be certain of the boundaries and the total area of the land. Plans for development were outlined--there could have been as many as five houses erected on this ground. I mulled the situation over for a considerable time asking myself such questions as: What would Harold have done? Do I want houses crowding my view? Do I want additional traffic and people in this area? My conclusion was for a more quiet and peaceful decision--I would offer it to the cemetery officials before the village would declare eminent domain. I sought the advice of a brilliant young attorney who readily agreed to handle the sale. Although it took nearly two years to bring it to conclusion, the village bought the land. It took one more year for all the financial transactions--fees, taxes, etc., to resolve themselves and I could go peacefully about my daily living. I think there was a psychological impact on Mary and her family--a little more than I had expected. Although Mary had not lived here for more than thirty years, still, this was home--solid, stable, memorable. She and her friends in winter had slid down the hill, skated -87- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2b374ed0483a8322df0ac9a894d20164.jpg 7d04719153bb76c104379a32ee87011d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (92) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 88 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories on Prairie Run, and built bonfires on the banks. In the summer, they had waded in the cool stream and fished in discovered holes scattered up and down the Run. There was on distinct difference now. The wild cherry trees and the rambling berry bushes were bull-dozed away and opened the area for burials. It also opened up the view from our picture window in the living room. The effect is phenomenal! We have a city view in a country setting! We can see the traffic light at Wendy's corner, the fire station and the helicopter landing, and the CVS on the corner where Miller houses and barn used to be. The traffic of Rts. 3, 36, & 37 is fun to watch! And , for me beside all that pleasure, I can maintain my life style without worry. I thank Harold (Tiny) every day for his foresight. Now I thank Bob for helping to preserve this place we call home. I am resolved that I will stay here for the remainder of my life. September 11, 2002 by Jeannette Curren Summer is dying. The leaves had begun to turn; some even to drop and decorate the browning grass. The temperature was comfortable and everyone seemed to be pursuing his regular daily routine. Those persons who were still enjoying breakfast and the morning TV reports were suddenly jolted out of complacency with a special report. A commercial plane had struck Tower One of the world Trade Center in New York City. What followed has been one of the most devastating events in the history of this beloved country. Tower 1 burst into flames and black billowing smoke. Panic reigned. Incoming firefighters, police, and rescue workers ran toward the tower while frightened victims ran the other way. The realization of the situation had not set in before a second commercial air liner flew into Tower No.2. The noise created was undescribable. Above the roar, the word Run came through. Paper, pulverized concrete, fingers of steel frames, body pieces and billows of black smoke and dust swallowed up the area. All hell had broken loose. While it was a horrible, most ungodly sight, I could not tear myself from the tube. Emotions ran rampant; and the scene only got worse, not better, when the Towers fell. Incredible as it may seem, interruptions in the televised scenes came with the knowledge that a commercial flight had crashed in Pennsylvania enroute it is believed to strike a vital blow in Washington D.C. The peak of the terror came upon learning as a fourth attack - a similar crash into the Pentagon. It is now two weeks after the incident and the tragic fall out still goes on. Fires still rise from the rubble at the Trade Center. Heroes are emerging by the dozens from the other sites. An invisible enemy has struck the most disastrous blow to our beloved country. We ask ourselves "Why?" Why are we hated so badly? Answers are only theory. Our greatest minds are searching for reasons. Religion and politics were two subjects one did not discuss if one wished to make friends and influence people. Suddenly these dragons had to be acknowledged and Sir George had to be the one to wield the slashing sword. No facet of our existence was left untouched. Financial crisis crippled the economic world. -88- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7bc6dcd4a30cf652e8c6ee597a4bf822.jpg 57bda138658d54e68f2b911333c0e5db Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (93) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 89 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories September 11, 2002 by Jeanette Curren It's a hole It's deep It's dark And steep It's not just concrete It's bone and hair Melted metal and glassware! The bowels Of once great towers Was it. Now reduced, To an awesome pit. Throughout the world This hideous scar Engulfed us all In a winless war. Terrorism - Like the Octopi - Entangles all of us With it's evil eye. Mystery Little did anyone know when this topic was finally assigned to me--the topic Mystery that the whole world itself would become our stage, and, give each of us a major role in helping to solve the great-question, "Who done it?" Who could construct a plan of attack to bring down the world Trade Center in two fell swoops? Not only was it who done it but also why? The core of mystery is evil. What could been greater evil in action than this? Yet, evil has reigned supreme since the fateful day September 11, 2001. During a deeply moving memorial service at the Washington Cathedral in Washington, D. C., the Rev. Billy Graham reminded us that evil itself is mystery. While mystery makes a sleuth seek the who, it also makes one question why. Never before the history of our country has evil been so diabolical. The events of September 11, 2001, employed every element of mystery. Basic among such elements is surprise! Only the culprits of these tragic actions were "in-the-know"! Surprise--the North Tower is hit by a commercial airliner and before the -89- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/35036a36d981060499c9e2572e136cd9.jpg 1683c24e1ea3b736792b5ce4463ecdf0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (94) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 90 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories people on those top floors could grasp the significance of the situation, the south Tower was struck. Two of the most harmful elements of Mystery resulted --chaos and confusion. Even the best trained personnel--the policemen and the firefighters--rushed in, were caught in the same evil as were the fleeing occupants of the buildings. It is no wonder why the spider's web has become the symbol of mystery, evil, and intrigue. As in most mysteries there is often a single clue, or a small material piece of evidence which plays a major part in heightening the plot. So it was in this great mystery. The cellular phone provided for passengers' convenience on the seat back in commercial planes and also in nearly every traveler's handbag, became a vital tool that hijacked passengers could use to call loved ones and explain what was happening. People, trapped in the world Trade Center, also utilized this small handful of communication. If pictures produce thousands of words, volumes of novels will be needed just just to touch on what the television screens have shown the people of the world what the terrorists hath wrought. Again the plot thickened. There come the crushing blows--the bombing of the Pentagon and the horrendous crash of a commercial plane in Pennsylvania. Through dramatic phone calls it was established that some courageous passengers, knowing their deaths were imminent, overpowered the highjackers, fouling their plans, but all dying in the fracas which resulted. Like all good mysteries there must be some good guys , and thus heroes were made. Government forces reacted without hesitation. The CIA and the FBI sprang into action. It was not long before the name of the "who done it" emerged. The well-known terrorist, Osama bin Laden. Since the U.S. Embassy bombing in Tanzania, and the suicide attack on the USS Cole, the CIA has named this man the backbone of these events. Is bin Laden the one? Every good mystery has one or more prominent suspects. Could his religious crusade justify such actions? It is a puzzle of great magnitude. It is a devastating situation and it was perpetrated by highly trained individuals --known and unknown. It is a puzzle so profound it requires the most intelligent personnel at our disposal to study and to eventually solve. Timing plays a great part in a mystery. Throughout the unfolding of this terrorist attack on the United States, time was of an essence. Now, counteracting actions must be timed perfectly, too. Our "detectives", the government officials and the various armed forces-- must cooperate to a man. The formation of a coalition with other countries of the world certainly will enhance the chances of wiping out terrorists and their cells. Mysteries are aimed at peoples' emotions; so it is not unexpected that fear has gripped many Americans. Fear has fostered hate, and hate has resulted in still worse behavior on some peoples' parts. While these reactions might make a good chapter in a mystery novel, they have no place in this real life drama. Now is the time for all good Americans to come to the aid of our country. Wave the stars and strips, sing our patriotic songs with fervor; give your very blood; dig deep into your pockets to help those in need. Now is the time for courage, cooperation and caring. Be an instrument in the solution of this mystery--it may be one's last chance. Are mysteries one of the pleasures of your reading? They really never were a favorite of mine when I was young. The movies and television introduced me to some fascinating writers. -90- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/926703ee2afb775a150642a80294da9d.jpg 3716ba8743039b42c59ac8fb46c6d5db Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (95) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 91 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories Spoiled Spoiled? What does it mean to be spoiled? Many think it is one who has been born with a silver spoon in one's mouth--such as George Bush, Sr. was accused of being. Others just feel it is a person having everything one wants. When thinking of one's self, have you thought of yourself as spoiled? Would it have shocked you if someone else referred to you as being spoiled? It did me! One of my nieces laughingly informed me the family thought I was spoiled. Of all the characteristics I have been identified with, this one was not on my list. This was the very first time in my life, now age eighty--anyone had so boldly announced such a description. Before such a revelation, had always had a more or less negative attitude toward the so-called spoiled brat! Now, I began to think more positively about the brat. What is the difference between being spoiled and reaping those things for which one works? If one's goals include studying diligently and becoming recognized with appropriate rewards of practicing the piano until an acceptable musical career evolves, or working with organizations until one holds the highest offices or realizing the love and kindnesses of neighbors and friends and family --then, I might admit, maybe I'm spoiled. Postlude: Our Grandchildren The true reason for compiling this writing is for my grandchildren --namely Aaron Eugene Bloch,. Adrianna Brandeis Bloch, and Paul Alexander Bloch. the names are reflections of both parents. Scott , being of Jewish background and Mary, a mixture of Irish Currens and the English Goff families, the parents compromised on names. Joy, joy, joy! That word describes my grandchildren. Aaron Eugene was born in Alexandria, Va., where Scott was stationed in the army in 1970. Aaron was the only grandchild Harold really knew for Adrianna Brandeis Block was not born until October of 1976, and Paul Alexander did not arrive until 1978. Strange as it may seem, Paul reminds members of the family of his grandfather through actions and mannerisms very similar to Harold's. At the time of this writing (2000), Aaron is a bachelor sharing a condo in the Mills section of Sunbury with Adrianna, also single. His profession is butchering. He is hired Pictured are Aaron Eugene, Adrianna Brandeis, Paul Alexander -91- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f50af644cdf5d7b58de48b4aff64cec2.jpg 9054eb3b9091ab025944861baa7270d3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (96) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 92 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories by companies such as Big Bear or Kroger. He is proficient with his hands and has created interesting articles for me such as a fire screen in the shape of ladies and gentlemen. Aaron's three favorite activities are cars, fishing, and golf. He takes pride in these and enjoys many leisure hours engaged in learning more about each. His dog, Scoobie Doo keeps him busy too. Adrianna is versatile. She is still pursuing a college education in management and working at Ross Laboratories. She attended Eastern Michigan, Otterbein college and Columbus Community State. She has a terrific sense of humor and knows how to have a good time. She has a dog , Moochie, with which she spends a great amount of time. Paul Alexander works for an independent contractor. He too, has seen the need for a college degree and attended Columbus State Community College. He tends to be quite athletic but also knows how to party. He has to be on the move, doing something he feels is constructive. He and his girlfriend co-inhabit his parents' old home in Columbus. In their own ways, they exhibit today's world --the world of work, the need for education and complete independence. Moving I feel like I am in limbo - I am between decisions - those which I cannot conclude until all of the evidence is introduced. Everything is moving slowly - and that can be good - at least, no one can accuse be me of being in hurry. It will be twenty-five ears on February 22nd since Harold died. I always thought I would move to Columbus at that point; but it never entered my mind then. Now, moving is entering my mind but not to Columbus. There's both things and people to think about. Dolls - what's to do with them? The collection is getting so large and I have no room for more. The ones I have need my attention and I am slow to move. I must get organized. The time has come for me to write the last account of this phase of my life, for I am soon to change my lifestyle. My daughter, son-in-law, and I have purchased a beautiful accommodating home. It is actually a dream home for Mary. Years ago she said she saw a picture of a home she would someday hope to have. Little did she know that it would be her daughter, Adrianna, who would find that home for her. At 3500 Copthorne, Galena, Ohio, - just three miles from my present home - is our new heaven. Mary and Scott have moved in but I am not moving as quickly. The joy of this was the "mother-in-law" suite which was finished according to my desires. There is a living room, dining room, bedroom, a huge craft room for my dolls, a lovely kitchen with pantry, desk, eating area, all the kitchen needs; and, it is attractively decorated in black and white tile. The laundry is there, too; and around the corner a bath to match. With the prospects of living on this lovely place the rest of my days. I feel I have been blessed beyond my wildest dreams. My main reason for delaying my moving is my responsibility to the Village of Sunbury and the community it affects. I have a year left in the term I am serving. the past year on council has been frustrating and disappointing. It is my hope to help influence the next year's work on more economical and structural levels. The village is growing and efforts to direct its growth in the right ways are vital to the future. There are several ideas how to accomplish this and decisions on them must be made and carried out. I want to be a part of those decisions -92- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6849c9b68239bf302de948da242f05db.jpg ffe194f96d11103cda9cae7c2146e639 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Doors to the Corridors of Memories (97) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 93 of Doors to the Corridors of Memories In Conclusion Writing this book has been a chore in many ways: but, also a pleasure. The many Wednesday afternoons spent with others pursuing the same goal, has been most rewarding. My sincere thanks to Polly Horn and her mother, Marian Whitney, and all the other writers for tolerating me all these years (1995-2004)!! It certainly has been an unusual literary experience. -93- http://66.213.124.233/files/original/11c4f68b75ca81632fb91ac6a8c1f3d6.jpg 912566a9032b5bf4adbeea40dc030ec7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (3) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to cover page of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Photo of Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Community Library Sunbury, Ohio 2000 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4ad739416b861a780eb92d3adc8151c5.jpg 79e709ed2c62c04f15c4e19a1df4a9c7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (4) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 1 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers ENGLAND WAS MY BIRTHPLACE Where does one start? I was born the eleventh child in a family of thirteen children--five girls and eight boys. When I was born, a neighbor lady told Elsie, my sister, "Your Mother should put her in the dust bin (garbage bin) and put the lid on." My mother was angry on hearing this and told her "They are well fed and don’t stink, so mind your own business.” MY FAMILY I remember only my Grandmother on my Father’s side and I think it was a reconciliation. She was old and sick and came with outstretched arms to hug my Dad. Now she was a free spirit, and according to my Mother, had had husbands and non-husbands and Mother said she wasn’t ever sure if our name should be Hyland or Wickhams. Well, Hyland won out. My Grandmother was of the Roman Catholic persuasion and that was not for my Mother. She lived in Appleton, a short distance from Canterbury, and when they had her funeral, people threw stones because she was buried in a Protestant Cemetery. So who was my Grandfather? No trace can be found. My Mother’s Mother died before I was born. Her name was Elizabeth and Grandfather was named Thomas Akehurst. Grandfather was a gardener and each Christmas came to our home. He had a long beard and one Christmas Eve I slammed the door in his face because I thought he was a bogeyman. Once, I was pouting and he said to me "Would you like a banana?" "NO", So he said "Then go and eat grass.” In his later years he took care of the cemetery and had trouble with his feet. He told Mum "J know there’s a lot better feet under this earth!" My father went to school at the Mayfield Kerk Convent. He, with other boys of the age of about nine, got to wondering if the Sisters wear underwear under all that long black dress? They decided to find out. Each boy, as Sister would pass his desk, was to bend over and flip the hem of Sister’s habit. Sister photo George and Mary Ann Hyland in center My sister and brother-in-law photo My Father, George Hygard pottering in the garden photo Mary Ann Hyland .1. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/eaba464d1bde6c05d70879206e17777d.jpg e9b66b891171dddde7db6ea31c50ecda Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (5) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 2 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers continued as though she was unaware of this. After lunch, the Priest came in to talk and Dad saw the tip of his cane over his shoulder. So he waited his opportunity to run and when the Priest was farthest from the door, run he did. Well, the Convent is surrounded by a high wall, and Dad, with the Priest chasing behind him, scaled the wall and jumped and landed in a baby’s pram and he never looked back to see how baby and pram fared. The Priest came to his mother’s house to punish him, but Dad hid out, and I don’t think he ever went back to school. Religion still meant much to him, and he lived it in his daily life, although there was no formal church for him after my Mother dismissed his church. When Father asked Mother to marry him she said "No" if it meant becoming Catholic and raising the children Catholic. Father went away for a year. When he came back, he asked her again. She had the same conditions, so he dropped the religious request and they married. His love for her was great. He was a dairy farmer and took much pride in it. My mother was from a very refined family. As long as it was proper, it was O.K. She had a brother and two sisters. They had schooling and seemed always very smart. Mother was a deeply religious woman. She sang hymns whether she was washing, ironing, housework, or baking. Long before you got to the house you could hear her singing. She was unable to be at church Sunday mornings because she was cooking for the family, but Sunday evening she was there for Evensong. Mother was also very superstitious. None of us could wear green, if a picture fell, death would follow, and we never would turn a gypsy away. So we had an abundance of clothespins and in the spring bunches of primroses and violets. Everything had to be proper. She was small in stature but made up for it in dignity. I never saw her shed a tear and she was always aloof and proud. She never let people get close to her. The two glass balls in the curio were given to me by my Mother. They had belonged to her grandmother. She told the story that they were hung in the windows at night to keep the witches out and if there was a black spot on them in the morning it meant a witch had tried to enter. When the balis were evaluated they were said to be of no value. They had been used in the sea to attract fish! Aurora Borealis in 1938 was frightening --- everything was red like the whole world was on fire. Many thought it was the end of the world. Mother had also seen the bail of fire that passed over England, and of course believed that it was a premonition of World War II and many others thought so, too. My sister, Nellie, was the oldest in the family. She was very pretty and very naive. No one was aware she was pregnant and she had her baby in the toilet. My mother was horrified and the baby, Reginald, was put up for adoption. I first met him when I was seventeen years old and he introduced himself to me. I thought this guy was crazy, but Mary, his half sister, assured me it was true. He went into the Army in World War II at about 21 years of age and came down with pneumonia twice from being in the trenches. It later turned into tuberculosis and he died very young, 22 or 23 years old. My sister had married a sailor, Albert Fawcett, and he was, after the War, a wool sorter in the mills of Bradford, Yorkshire where he worked until the depression in that area. They had a daughter named Mary, who became an R.N. and was a supervisor for nursing in the North Yorkshire area checking hospitals to see if nursing was being done properly. She married Geofrey and they had a daughter, Mandy, who married Kenneth Paxton. They have two sons, .2. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/24d3c3f6a3880d0af75428c7cf1e9199.jpg 3062b6072b056352abccc8e3ff2afe64 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (6) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 3 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Christopher and Craig. Mary and Geof also had a son, Alex, who is now married. Nellie and Albert also had a brilliant son, David Fawcett, who was an artist and had a showing in the National Art Gallery in London. He was killed in a plane crash in Spain when there was a controllers strike. The plane he was on collided with another plane and sheared the whole tip off, which with no air, the people died instantly. David had painted many ads and the one for gin was on T.V. many times. He was married but unfortunately his wife had a mental condition, and although he had sent her to Switzerland twice for treatment, he decided "No children’. She squandered or was cheated of all his wealth. My sister, Nellie, died in her sleep at an old age and Albert soon afterward. The next oldest child was my brother George Thomas Hyland who was a great sportsman. He was captain of the Tunbridge Wells football team and cricket team. He was killed when he was 31 by a blow to the head in a football game. He died one week after the injury and the local newspaper had his picture all over the front page. He was married to Connie, but they had no children. Next there was Percy James Hyland who married Ruby and after she died he married Sheila who he was very happy with. He died at 71 years old with no children. He lived next door to Mum and Dad. Then there was Stanley Richard Hyland who married Rose who was a lady’s maid. She had some high ideals. They had a son named Richard, who has been married a few times, and a daughter, Sheila. Both Sheila and her husband were London police officers. They were offered and accepted jobs in Canada. Stan was a chaffeur for a time and then worked in an airplane factory. His throat became a problem with the aluminum covering it from the factory work. We sometimes called him " King" and "Dead Body’ because he was the guy who would proceed the hearse with a stick. The government brought him down to earth because he could no longer stay in the factory. They gave him a horse and milk wagon and he delivered milk in the slum area of London. It was there that he learned unconditional love. Those women always had a cup of tea for him and a big hello. Now remember, tea, milk, and sugar were all rationed at that time, but they all shared. He was really a changed person; his haughtiness was gone. He died of a heart attack in a London park at the age of 61 years. Another brother was Ernest Hyland who was a feisty, free spirit. He went to Australia and the last that we heard from him was that he was in Sidney and was coming home. He disappeared. Then there was my sister, Dora who was in the R.A.F. as I was. She was stationed at many bomber fields as a cook. She loved the crews and was always happy when they returned from their flights. She married Tom Drury who was financially sound so she had everything she wanted. She died of a heart attack in 1996, My parents also had a baby girl named Maisie who died unexpectedly at age three of pneumonia. Next was Alec Hyland. He was a free spirit who could always find humor in everything. He was fun, he could breach quarrels, pouts, and he took care of a blind friend whom he took with him everywhere. Alec was in the Army in World War II and went on the invasion. He had been a baker, too, so that is what the Army used him for. He contracted glandular fever at the front and was flown to Belgium. After .3. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6f720fbd718a70cce2b8a8a1a20da811.jpg eb7cf2aab1cc4d35f80b983086b63fd1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (7) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 4 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers the war, he worked in London at some secret stuff--I suspected Atomic. He was married to Ivy and they had three daughters, June, Hazel, and Wendy (who lived in Africa for a long time). Another brother was Charles Hyland who was a free spirit and a rebel. We called him Nob. He was always doing something. Mother believed in punctuality and tea was at 5 p.m. Either be there or go without. One day he came after the tea things had been washed and put away and the teapot was on the hearth. He said "Is there any tea?" It was replied that there was some in the pot. He raised the pot higher and higher and then exploded "Did you say tea or bloody gnats piss?" My father came to his feet and made Nob apologize to Mother and was told to be there for tea or expect the same. He was in the R.A.F. He later married Elaine and had five children. Then there was my sister Elsie. She was always full of love and charity. She died of cancer at age 71. She married Jack Taylor and had a daughter, Fiesty. Jack and Elsie were able to visit me in America several times, as did Dora. Next in line was me, a conceited snob. Then there was my brother, Ronald Walter Hyland. He had many jobs and the Army wouldn’t take him, but he drove their trucks for them. He married Ivy and they had two daughters and a son name Peter. Ron died at age 57 of a heart attack. The baby of the family was David Reginald Hyland who married Sheila. They lost their daughter, Sandra, at age five to cancer, a baby boy at birth, and David himself died when his new son was six weeks old. That child grew up and made the Navy his career. Although our family was large, I was one of the younger ones so I had neices and nephews older than — myself, Although our home was very crowded at the holidays, most were grown and gone by the time I came along. photo Charles Hyland photo Charles and George Hyland Elsie and Edith Hyland (age 3) in England THE EARLY YEARS I was born March 21, 1920. One of my earliest recollections was that my brother, George, and sister, Dora, had saved their money and bought me a doll’s pram for my birthday. It was raining cats and dogs and I insisted on taking it out and cried until Mother let me do it. When I was five and had to go to school, I wouldn’t stay put so they tied me to the seat and I pulled the seat with two of my friends outside with me. We had a large rocking horse in the schoolroom and I was even given rides to make me feel better. .4. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5edf78fd082ff61a47b91e9a067abc37.jpg 885cf2d9d5dd4d4fcea607f12d3c50a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (8) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 5 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers It was at school that the nightmare of learning to knit begun. I was kept in at recess and it was really their fault of not explaining how pearl and knit stitches looked. At seven, I was promoted to the girls’ school where rigid discipline was in force. We wore uniforms, we marched into the school in twos to piano music, hung our coats and proceeded to the classroom. The whole school assembled for hymns and prayers and any announcements. Our headmistress was so strict we were terrified of her. When I was about 10 years old, I had been left in school at the noon hour for some mischief. My job at home was to set the table for lunch. We had our main meal at noon. When the teacher let me go, I ran so that my Mother would not be upset with me and accidently upset a fire bucket full of water that had a hanging plant soaking in it. Plant and water went everywhere and I kept going. After lunch, the head mistress called general assembly. Who did this deed? I didn’t own up and the whole school was punished. I think I was too afraid, and that was the day I learned to stare anyone down, because the teacher stared at me, but I didn’t rat. We were all supposed to bring sixpence to replace the plant, but Mother wouldn’t even consider it. I was my father’s pet and went everywhere with him. Our home was full of love; we were well fed with my father growing all our vegetables and fruit. Mother worked very hard, too. On Mondays the wash was soaked, then it was washed in hot soapy water, and then put in the copper to boil. The copper fire had to be fed with wood to keep it boiling, then there were two rinses and then put in a blueing water. After this, the clothes were hung outside on the line to dry. Mother had a ritual. Monday was wash day, Tuesday was ironing, Wednesday was mending, Thursday was bedrooms. Fridays the downstairs, and Saturday was baking. Sunday was church and Sunday School. It was a day of rest where we took long walks in the woods. Our diet was a lot of sameness. On Sundays for lunch we had roast lamb with mint sauce or roast beef and always suet pudding and many homegrown vegetables and gravy. For dessert, it was rice pudding or pies. For tea we had thin slices of bread and butter and all kinds of cakes, salads, jello, and of course, tea. Since Monday was wash day, the menu was leftovers. On Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, I stopped on my way to school at the butchers and ordered a shilling’s worth of beef and two pence worth of suet. Mother rolled the meat in flour, salt and pepper, and put it in a roasting pan, smothered it with onions and water and put it in the oven. With these meals she always made a suet pudding and it was served with lots of vegetables from the garden. Dessert was always rice pudding. Saturdays was sausages, and they taste quite different from American sausages. photo Edith Hyland .5. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ed854f030288484d9493b659c45a2434.jpg a343da2df9da21936020f7b452fdcd01 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (9) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 6 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers At Christmas we hung our stockings on Christmas Eve, and they were filled with small coins, nuts, an orange or apple, and a store bought stocking. Christmas Day was church, and then all the usual foods including Christmas pudding and cake which was fruit cake. After tea we were blindfolded and stripped the tree of all its chocolate goodies. Then Jack and I played the piano (he in the bass and I in the treble) with all the Christmas carols and old songs with everyone singing. Later we made ham sandwiches and the grownups had homemade wine. The next day was Boxing Day which is a holiday in England with more food and cheer. After tea was the bran tub which was a tub filled with grain and had many little surprises which blindfolded ones reached in to get. Easter was a Holy time. On Good Friday, Mother took us out in the country to pick primroses. We took along a bag of hot cross buns. I remember being too young to sit through the three hour church service on Good Friday. On Easter Sunday we received a chocolate egg. On Whit Sunday (which is six weeks after Easter) we were allowed to change from black stockings to white anklets with patent leather shoes along with new hats and dresses. How we showed off! In the summer, late July, we had six weeks holiday from school. September began hop picking time and sometimes Mother would go, and we kids picked hops into open umbrellas and were paid by the bushel, which bought shoes, etc. I had two good friends called Jean and Phyll. One day Jean, Phyll and I left and went down through Shadwell Woods talking about what we would wear on our wedding day when Happy Harry, a local character, jumped from a tree. How we ran back to my Mother who pooh-poohed it. She made us walk back through the woods with her but he was long gone. He was always popping up in the different woods and they said he was harmless, but we were scared. Our school was supported by the church (Church of England), so the first hour of each day in class was Bible teachings and the catechism. On Holy Days we marched to church and after services we were released for the rest of the day. Jean and I did the forbidden thing--we walked through the common and in the spring we hunted for violets. We played games of skipping, tag, and many games with a tennis ball throwing it up against Jean’s house. How her parents stood it, ’ll never know, but they never once rebuked us. By today’s standards, our childhood was so much simpler and also much more frugal. One evening in the summer we were walking in the fields and an airplane (small) flew over the hedge row so low and Mrs. Sheerlock was wearing one of those high- crowned straw hats and the wheels of the plane put a dent in it. It was landing and maybe we were in a space that we were not supposed to be. It provided much photo Friend Phyll and her daughter, Sandra, with Edith .6. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/eccc4377760be3b59a065cb8ded6461e.jpg 1040a8846b346d71ca02ff14db0a9a1f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (10) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 7 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers laughter for all of us except her. Mother told us that when Jean’s Mum and Dad were with us that I always insisted on riding in Jean’s pram and she in mine. It embarrassed my parents because Jean’s pram was much more beautiful than mine. The English prams were always so lovely and young mothers felt so much pride pushing them, and I can see why the Americans call theirs buggies. Our music teacher had auburn hair, and when she got angry, she would get red spots on her neck and it would creep up until her whole face was bright red. This one day my three special friends and I decided to make her mad. So when she would take each line individually, we sang normally. Now we stood in the back row, and when she sat down at the piano, we dropped our voices and made horrible noises. She finally got wise and threw the book at us. I dodged and it hit the wall. So she punished me by making me write five hundred words with at least six letters. My three friends each wrote one hundred for me and I put my two hundred on top so it really didn’t bother me. Another day at school a wasp came in through the open window and I was fussing. Miss Gilbert, our home room teacher said, "Sit down Edith." I replied, "I'm not going to let the wasp sting me for you." She said, "Go and stand outside the classroom door." Well, whilst standing there I heard the headmistress’ door open, and I ran and hid behind a heavy drape on an outside door. Then I went back and stood beside the classroom door again. The headmistress returned and saw me and asked, "Why are you here’" I said, "A wasp came in the window." She said, "And you began to fuss". I said yes, not telling her what I had said to the teacher. She said, "Go back to your class and tell Miss Gilbert I've told you to return. You are not learning anything out here." Another day, Mother and Jean’s Mother were raking hay to turn it over to dry, and we loved to ride in the hay wagon. That was the first day we played hooky from school. Too bad one of the teachers passed us on the way to school, and was concerned when we showed up absent and went to our Mothers where they found us hiding in and enjoying the hay wagon. Jean and I were confirmed at fourteen years of age. We wore white dresses, white veils and shoes, we led the procession and giggled the whole time even when the bishop had his hand on our heads. We had not been spiritually prepared, and as I’ve said before, "Might well have been the most conceited girls". Jean an I were inseparable from the days we rode in each others pram. She was an only child and had so many things. Her mother was a dress maker and made some lovely clothes for her, and sometimes me. Every day, twice a day, we walked back and forth to school and would play until bedtime. Every day after school we stopped at Jean’s house where her mother would give us a penny or half penny for sweets, and I loved her dearly for that because she always gave me the same amount as she gave Jean. As kids we spent rainy Saturdays in Jean's Dad's workshop reading to photo Front left is Elsie Back middle is Jean Back right is Edith .7. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/44d705955b08c37e213c395ebf63e7fb.jpg 3b3da9a6cfefa559e52473dbce536107 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (11) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 8 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers<br /><br />each other Grimm’s Fairy Tales. How we loved them! Other than that, we spent our time down in the fields on the farm. We were always gathering wildflowers. One of our favorite games, and if we had been caught would have had some explaining to do (children in England, or my England, were never allowed to go barefoot)- we took off our shoes and socks and then ran and jumped on the cows’ pancakes. The sun would have made a firm coat on them and when we landed on them we would slide. One day a photographer came to take pictures of my Dad and calves to enter into a newspaper competition. Well, we had to devise a plan of how to get into those photos. So we gathered cake (cow’s cake) and held them out to the calves. When one ate from my hand, the photographer got sick. My Dad and his picture won a prize. <br /><br />In my school days, Britain had an empire, so the 24th of May was Empire Day. All the schools in the district met in the Calvery Grounds of Tunbridge Wells. Everyone was dressed in their school uniforms and this included the boys’ schools. Then together, we all sang the National Anthem and a selection of other songs which we had practiced for weeks. Every year "Jerusalem" was sung. A lady visiting the park said that she was spellbound, it was so beautiful. Afterwards, we were dismissed, and living in Rusthall, we had three miles to go. Jean and I opted to walk so that we could show off our new panama hats with the school ribbon. We tied the brim up, and were such conceited little girls. <br /><br />We were thirteen years old when I found something to quarrel about with Jean, and even though she and her mother tried to make up, there was a break in our relationship. About three years later, my mother had a house full of extended family and so I stayed with Jean. Her mother put us together in a big double bed. We talked most of the night and I remember her Mother telling my Mother how wonderful it was to hear our sharing and our giggling. Later she went into the Navy and I in the R.A.F. Years later after my husband Walter died, I made a trip back to England with a friend from Westerville, Molly Wheeler. There I learned that Jean was in a convalescent home with MS. I was truly shocked and went immediately to <br /><br />photo George Hyland and Edith in 1930<br /><br />photo My Dad and His Cows .8. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ab184f2f72eea49da74d196e73a08c09.jpg 5797172323ce4b7d4ba74a797df40fdb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (12) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 9 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers see her. My sister, Dorrie, and I got Jean into the car and took her up to Ashdown Forest. I was wearing a bright yellow jacket over a blouse. She said "That’s one thing I like about Americans is their use of bright colors and I just love that one you’re wearing.” I took it off (much to her shock) and said "It’s yours." She was so thrilled and I’m told wore it often, but that’s the last time I saw her. She died fairly young of MS. I’ve mentioned that my Father was raised Roman Catholic, but my Mother would not have anything to do with that. So my Dad only came to church for baptisms, weddings, and funerals. He walked Mother and us children to church and then sat outside until it was over. He said the "Our Father" each night for us in the military service. I will always remember sitting in the low shed on the manger when it was pouring with rain and him telling me to listen carefully and if I did I would hear the rain way up high and then would know whether it was going to stop or rain much harder. The same in the spring. Dad would ask "Have you heard the Cuckoo yet?” Of course, Dad was always first. In England, large parcels of land belong to rich people, but by law they have to allow people to walk through. The country fields and woods are so beautiful and one can walk for miles without touching a road. Stiles allowed the crossing from field to field which kept the cattle safe. After I left school, and before the war started, I took care of Mary Ann and Phylllappa Flood who had two older brothers who came home at holidays from boarding school. This was a Catholic family, and the one boy, David, was praying that I would be changed from being a poor pagan. I was very happy doing this job. The girls had such a beautiful pram, and J would push them all over the commons in the mornings and afternoons. Later, when the War broke out, the Floods evacuated to the home of Lord and Lady Ann Gunning near Northhampton (Holton Place). It had its own zoo, its own church and cemetery. The original house had been torn down because no one could be found rich enough to maintain it. Winston Churchill had lived in it at one time. The paneling, fireplaces, etc., were all sold individually. The Gunnings had bought this estate and were in the process of converting the stables photo Dora's Wedding Elsie, Edith, and Tom’s Sister photo Flood Children and Edith photo Edith with the Flood Children .9. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e02111bacf7584c8f1635079ce3ac3c8.jpg b175bde2195b8805eebcb09b96765dfd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (13) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 10 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers into a house. Lady Gunning was a free spirit and said that there were friendly spirits who were unhappy about the house being torn down and the beautiful oak trees having been cut and sold for lumber. At this time there were German spies who would signal German planes during air raids. The police were trying to catch them as they moved around. I don’t know if they caught them, but at this time the ghosts started to be active despite the burning candles and fires burning continually in the fireplace of every room. We went to Ross on Rye where Mary Ann went to school at the Ursaline Convent. By this time, Dr. Flood was in Africa and Mrs. Flood had to have surgery. She asked me to take the children to Benediction to pray for her. I had never been inside a Catholic Church. The first time I took the girls, all the nuns were seated on the left side of the church and the lighting was very dim. I didn’t know about genuflecting. I, being nosy, was looking around when the youngest girl genuflected and I was right behind. So not wishing to tread on her, I jumped over her and landed close to the alter steps. Benediction started and I had made the mistake of giving Phylllippa her three English pennies to hold. She threw them over the pews, and before I could catch her, had crawled under the pews to get them. Then the worst happened when the priest held up the Sacrament. Phylllipa took her finger and ran it around a man’s bald head and in the silence everyone could hear her say, *Poor man,! Ewa (Edith), he has no hair!" I got almost hysterical and got us all out of there. Mary Ann is now a Carmelite Nun. Her brother Tim is a Trappist monk, and Phylllippa married an Earl and is now a Lady. I don’ t know about David. THE WAR YEARS It was time for me to be conscripted. Before I went in the RAF, my friend, Phyll, and I decided to take a week in Brighton. We were there the week before the War began, acting exactly like all teenagers do. Patients from the London hospitals were being evacuated and we spent all lot of time watching those activities. Here is where I met the Salvation Army. It had good looking bandsmen. I dated the officer’s son and we had a lot of fun together. My involvement with the Salvation Army really upset my Mother. She felt some stigma attached. Phyll and I spent hours with the bandsmen, and as my Father said to Mother, I could have been doing a lot worse things. I think MAYBE if the war had not interrupted I would have been a photo Phyll and Edith in Brighton, 1937 photo Me Sitting in Front of Dorrie .10. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d4d94f241964030b1c5fbcf4dbaefb62.jpg 9059a26aab7ca4c118ce72fbbaaf461a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (14) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 11 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Salvation Army officer. There I met Jack, for whom I had no romantic feelings and through me he met my sister Elsie, and the were. married 50 years before she died. I am not blaming the War for my actions. We all complete our own destinies, but that was my own brief encounter with the Salvation Army, and I know they are indeed a very special people. On the Thursday evening of my week, we received a telegram from my Dad saying, "Come home immediately". No way! On Friday we received the second with "immediately" three times, and so we took the last train to Tunbridge Wells. When we came out of West Station, there was my Dad on his way to Brighton to fetch us. The next day, Tuesday, Sept. 3rd, 1939, at 1 1:00 A.M. war was declared. Everyone knew it was coming because although Neville Chamberlain got us a reprieve, we all had been issued gas masks and everywhere air raid shelters were being built. Also, there were large cement blocks situated at all the thoroughfares so that, in event the Germans invaded, the roads could be blocked. The Germans did make two attempts, both by sea, and as they crossed the English Channel, the English poured oil and set fire to it, and the Germans had to fall back. After basic training, tired and apprehensive, we were transferred to Morcombe, and every time an ammunition train came through, ours was put on a siding. We had been given the old dog biscuit stuff to eat, but at Reading there was the Army with hot tea, cocoa, and sandwiches. It took us all day to go from Gloucester to Morcombe where we were put in private billets (which was anyone who had an extra bed had to put you up). I managed to be put with a lesbian in a double bed, but she didn’t bother me because, after being given three shots and a vaccination, I was so sick, and she was very, very good to me. When I walked into that landlady’s dining room and saw the table set with a white tablecloth, I wept. photo Edith and Phyll, 1938 photo Edith in Uniform .11. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8dcacc803816795a4bddc5d47ac0c55b.jpg b81a90cd5515141bdfe9f6093e109553 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (15) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 12 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers World War II was both exciting and scary for me. As the announcement that we were at war was being made on the radio, the air raid sirens were sounded, but it turned out to be an unidentified aircraft crossing the Channel which was a French diplomat. Life moved on with not much happening until one day, hundreds of bombers were flying overhead so low because they were loaded with bombs. I thought they were ours because having got used to sirens wailing night and day, one paid little attention to them. I was home at the time, when a lady came running into the garden shouting to me "Get into the air raid shelter, you silly girl. Can’t you see the swastikas on their wings?" I was watching the two little Flood girls at the time and we were enjoying the sight. Their mother was in the hospital and their father was in Africa with the troops. It was the first real air raid we experienced. That day Biggin Hill was bombed, and it was said that everyone on that airfield was killed except the switchboard operator. Now the practice was that if the planes were attacked or damaged or had engine trouble, they would drop their bombs wherever they were and then bale out. If they went down in their parachutes, twisting round and round, we would cheer because that meant they were dead or badly injured. We had regular bombs and incendiary bombs which lit up the sky like lanterns and were a pretty sight. Everyone had a bucket of sand and a spade to douse them as soon as they hit the ground because a good name for them would have been Fire Bombs. My home in Tunbridge Wells showed the scars of the incendiary bombs. Then there were oil bombs, delayed bombs, and the V2 rockets which traveled faster than the speed of sound and so had done their horrific damage before they were heard. The pilotless aircraft (which we photo Basic Training Edith 4th from left in back row photo Edith .12. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/faa11e2bd382f9670d43161f79fda95e.jpg 60198503af7dce6f7032ab8fa7d2b4a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (16) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 13 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers called Buzz Bombs) made the sound of an aircraft in trouble. They came in low and when the light went out, they came crashing into the ground and changed their direction sometimes. They did so much surface damage. The rest I’m sure you’ve seen in rerun News programs. Tunbridge Wells was the home of Field Marshall Montgomery when he came home for a short rest. He stayed at the Spa Hotel. Lord HawHaw would announce on the radio "We will be over tonight to bomb Field Marshall Montgomery at the Spa Hotel." Everyone had to do something. If you see the newsreel of St. Paul’s Cathedral, after the bomb hit, of men cleaning up the debris, that is my father wheeling the wheelbarrow. My father had already retired, but that made no difference. He was assigned to travel to London each day to clean up the bomb damage. My sixteen year old brother had to stand on a corner of the church tower with nothing to protect himself with but a pitchfork if a German came along. I asked "Are you afraid?" He said, "I’m more afraid of any ghosts that might be walking around the church cemetery." Actually, as kids, we had run around a German grave from World War One, and the story was if one went around the grave seven times and stuck it with a pin, the devil came and sat on top. We would run round six times and take off as quickly as we could. My girl friend and I were at home when the Battle of Britain began. As soon as the sirens sounded, we dashed off to the open common to watch the dog fights in the sky. We would lie on our backs in the grass and watch the German bombers which came in waves of formation with small delays between them and our little spitfires who flew in and out, with the empty shells falling around us. One day an air raid ambulance came along. The men thought we were injured. My friend was scared and let them put her on the stretcher. I laughed so hard until they, thinking I was hysterical, went to slap me. I came to, fast explaining what we were doing. They were furious until I said "Oh, look. Another wave of bombers." They laid down on the grass with us saying, "We never realized this could be so much fun." The desolation of London was a sight one can never forget. One night I was going home on a 48 hour leave. As we arrived at Paddington Station, the sirens were sounding. I bought a ticket on the underground railway for Charing Cross. I got on the train, but when it got to Bakers Street, the guard was shouting "Everyone out." Previously on a raid, the Thames River sewer gates had been hit, and about 500 people had been drowned in sewage in the underground station that they were using for an air raid shelter. So from then on, the gates were closed in an air raid. I walked around the platform. There were people crying with children, some were playing cards, some eating and drinking, and some were praying. The smell was horrendous. My claustrophobia was getting to me, and J knew that I had to get out of there. The elevators and escalators were stopped. I started to climb the stairs at Baker Street which I believe is the deepest station in London. When I got to the top, there was a bobby. He said, "Where do you think you are going?" I said photo Edith .13. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2e4fc7a22d797ed5701df7d5d64e2e22.jpg 331c853f26480bd3740b7c55ed892909 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (17) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 14 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers "Charing Cross." He said, "Come look outside." Well, there were bombs and the city was lit up with incendiary bombs and the anti-aircraft guns were horrible. I said, “I'm walking." He said, "Put on your tin helmet. If you’ve got the guts to walk, I'll walk with you." He did and when I got to Charing Cross, I bought a ticket for Tunbridge Wells and jumped on a train which was moving out. It took me to within 15 miles of home. I arrived in Tunbridge Wells at 4:00 A.M. and had to walk 3 1/2 miles through the common. It was so dark, and with the blackout curtains up, even if there was someone up, you wouldn’t know it. My home in Tunbridge Wells is located 36 miles from the southeast coast and 36 miles to London, so we experienced much in the War. I was drafted into the Royal Air Force, girls being drafted the same as boys. My mother and sister, Dorie, (who was already in the Air Force), came to London with me the day I went. I had been instructed to bring a knife, fork, spoon and mug. Now, I was too proud to be seen carrying a mug so I didn’t do it. One the train to Gloucester were 800 girls many of whom with I attended school. We had a lot of fun on that train, but what an awakening we had on our disembarkment. Trucks picked us up like cattle, with no seats, and took us to the airdrome where we were given three straw biscuits to put on a metal frame. What a night! My first airfield was Uxbridge which was just outside of London and was back to back with American Headquarters. Then I went to Sheffield and on to Pershore which was underground. Here I worked on the switchboard when one day the signal officer came dashing in. Everyone thought there was trouble, but it was the Air Vice Marshall calling from Group Hqts. and he had said, “Bring me the girl who has my call on her board. I like her voice." And so I went to stay at Abingdon, about 10 miles from Oxford, for the rest of the war. When I had been stationed at Uxbridge, I had an unpleasant experience. One day whilst on duty, a call came for a doctor. The practice was to try each ward until you found him. After I had found him, my board was lit up like a Christmas tree. I answered each one until I got to the last one when a rude, hostile man said "Where the H--- have you been?" I said, "It’s people like you who make life hard for people like me". Within minutes, I was surrounded by signal people, relieved of my duty and sent to Sheffield for training. Every message that passed through the board at Abingdon was scrambled so that the Germans couldn’t intercept it. Before the invasion of Europe, there were so many forces on the street, aimlessly standing around and chewing gum. Most were living on a day-to-day basis as though they were their last days, and for many, they were. photos Churchill and the Troops .14. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7c68b47a4f1a737214ded022cba883dd.jpg 576c3e974eea4c23640b06aadaf5320b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (18) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 15 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Then came the order "All Military Personnel confined to 25 miles radius." Walter, who later became my husband, stayed in his 25 miles, but I went up to the orderly room, made myself some passes, stamped them with the official station stamp, and proceeded to Newbury to see him before he left for the invasion of Europe. We spent a nice day together. It was a beautiful sunny day in the Oxford area. Oxford University allowed Military Personnel to attend its lectures free which I enjoyed, and it was a privilege to attend. I learned a little about psychiatry. Oxford is a beautiful city. After the nice day with Walter, my mistakes began. I got on the wrong train. It was a milk train which stopped at every station and made me miss my connection at Reading. The station master locked me in the waiting room for the night and awakened me in the morning for the train. In the excitement of realizing I was AWOL, I got on another milk train. Well, I was supposed to be on duty at 8:00 AM. and I realized that I wasn’t going to make it, so I got off the train at Didlot, and stood in the middle of the road saying to myself that the first car down this road would pick me up or run over me. Soon a little sports convertible came down the road, I jumped in asking his destination. He said "Oxford". I said "Which do you think is more important -for you to be in Oxford at 8:00 A.M. or for me to be in Abingdon?” He said, "I’m sure it’s for you to be at Abingdon." When I got close to the airfield I told him that he could let me off, but he said that he’d brought me this far, he’d drive me to the gate. Fortunately for me, the M.P. knew me and said, "All right, Hyland, pass by. I'll pretend I've never seen you." And so I was saved. On the night of the invasion, I knew it was happening. There were so many ships, etc. in the Channel that they could not put enough pins in the board to represent them. At headquarters, one felt that one could walk across the English Channel by stepping on pins. However, the drone of aircraft was continuous. Each plane had three gliders attached to it full of parachuters going to Normandy. This seemed to go on for ever. The news media was saying we’ve only lost 5 or 7 planes and we knew different because there had been seven that crashed around our airfield and those guys were pretty relieved to miss that trip. photo Edith - War Years .15. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/af11e2036f4e08a33c3d167d58bb6c47.jpg 19d90ede701dde8404b12c8b543017ec Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (19) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 16 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers WALTER DAVIS MYERS, JR. Now, I have been asked many times how I met my husband. I was in the R.A.F. and had two friends who were special. It was my birthday and we were going to celebrate it. Barbara, Joan, and I took a bus to Oxford, had tea, then splurged and went to a more expensive dance than usual. After we were there a while, Barbara said, "There’s an awfully nice American who is going to ask you to dance." I had little use for Americans and replied that J did not pay five shillings to come to a dance and then dance with any damn American. By this time, a very nice voice said, "May I have this dance?" Well, in England if you refused a young man’s invitation to dance, you had to sit out the dance, so I danced with him. He was very polite. He asked for the next dance. After this, I said to my friends that I was going to the ladies room and would come back at the other end of the dance floor. I stayed a while, and as I came back I saw him approaching and another G. I. asked me to dance. He jitterbugged and I was being thrown wildly! Walter rescued me, tapping the young man on the shoulder and saying, "Excuse me". The G.I asked if I was his girlfriend. Walter answered yes. The G. I. released me, saying "So sorry". Walter came to Abington the next night where I was stationed. He had to walk 22 miles back to his base. That evening he said, "Would you like to go dancing? " How his poor blistered feet must have felt. I went on leave and left no indication where I was. Walter went to Abington and stood outside the Air Base until he found someone who knew me. After that, I met him often, became engaged, and he left for the invasion of Europe. During this time, he was sent home for a leave of rest, and whilst he was home, the war ended. He had served in Iceland and had enough service to muster out. A year later, I received a cable photo Bud in Iceland 1941 photo Walter and Edith’s Wedding .16. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0346c04100157dc5cf92b161575190d6.jpg f20ad510867a2ded6e92c5610349013d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (20) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 17 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers saying "Have my visas, my passport, your ring. Arriving at Oxford on Valentine’s Day, 1946." I sent a cable saying, "Don’t come. I’ve changed my mind." Received his next cable which said, "Coming anyway." Well, he arrived at Oxford, more out of the train than in it. We were married by special license because his visa was for thirty days. We were married in St. Paul’s Church in Rusthall. I wore the gown that had been wore in the film "Quiet Wedding". Film studios allowed military brides to rent their wedding dresses. It was a heavy white satin. We went to Oban, Scotland, for our honeymoon. I was not a war bride. War brides were girls who had married G.I.s and were brought to the U.S. at the government’s expense. My husband paid for my passage. ON TO AMERICA My brother, Stan, did not like Americans one bit. He wasn’t happy about me marrying an American. Later on when I returned to England with the children, he did come to see me. He said they were not bad looking seeing that they had American blood. My mother was also very against my marriage. She said, "Over my dead body." I, rebellious as ever, told her "O.K. Dr. Flood will give me away." (He was the father of the two little girls I had looked after.) My Dad spoke up and said, Your Mother is head of this house, but I will come wherever you marry to give you away." Mother reneged and we were married from home and we honeymooned in Oban, Scotland. When we left for the U.S. A., my family was very calm except for my Father who laid across the hood of the car and sobbed and had to be lifted off. He died before I was able to return to England, and as one of the neighbors told me “You caused his death. You broke his heart." So comforting. We sailed from Southampton on May 19th, 1946 aboard the Argentina. Wartime conditions still existed and men and women had separate sleeping quarters. We went to Walter’s home which was Coldwater, Ohio. Whilst we were there, Janet was born, May 3, 1947. We then went to Columbus, Ohio, where Walter attended Bliss College on the G. I. Bill. I became pregnant again, and since Janet’s birth had been so difficult, I went back to Montezuma and stayed with Walter’s brother, Howard, until Barbara’s birth on June 22, 1948. Both Janet and Barbara were born at the Gibbons Hospital in Celina, Ohio. When Barbara was born, I was convinced that she had been born with no ears as her head was covered when I first saw her. Walter completely forgot me and dashed to the nursery where they showed him that she really did have ears. Walter got a job with the State, the Public Employees Retirement System, while it was very new. Ron was born in Columbus photo Janet with her Mother photo Walter and Janet .17. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9dcd2a7de8ac2bc0336fe3d5873a5802.jpg fa3d0cda9bd555a24ca85e9f7fb9317f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (21) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 18 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers at Doctor’s Hospital on October 4, 1950, and so our family was complete. All three children are now married. Janet, married to Burrell Denune, has three children, James, Charles and Laura. Janet teaches first grade at Big Walnut Local Schools. She was never a problem child, taking after her father. She made the National Honor Society while in high school and then went on to O.S.U. Barbara is more like me, determined, and got married to Rick Budd when she was nineteen. This did not work out, but they had two little girls, Jody and Robin. Barbara worked very hard to support them as Rick contributed nothing to their support. While Barbara worked at Ohio Bell Telephone, she met Gary Geng whom she married. He is wonderful. He adopted Jody and Robin, and then they had two more daughters, Melinda and Megan. Ron put himself through O.S.U. by managing an apartment complex and painting because he wanted to be his own man. He married Elaine Cotter and they have three children, Nathan, Mark, and Sarah. I am very proud of my children, their spouses, and my lovely grandchildren. Like my Mother, I am superstitious. One day an eccentric lady gave Ron a red vase and told him she had had two on her mantelpiece and an evil spirit had smashed one in the night. If bad things began to happen, he was to get rid of it. He promptly brought it home. Well, Walter and I were not happy with it and we kept a light burning. Everything began to go wrong. After Walter died, I took it outside and turned it upside down. Well, in the morning it was smashed. Ron later asked for it, but it was long gone. We lived in Columbus until 1959 when we moved to Sunbury. I had gone to work at the Ohio Bell Telephone Company when Ron was five. Walter strongly disapproved of a wife working, and that’s fine, except if was a case of photo Janet and Dad photo Mother with Barbara in Janet's Little Cart photo Barbara and Janet photo Janet, Ron and Barbara Myers .18. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/de35240b93a9c725a40581529ff5c224.jpg 406575a865c0f955e1379fce649fc527 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (22) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 19 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers balancing money. Walter had graduated from Bliss College and got hired by Public Employees Retirement System and the benefits were very good but the pay was not. One day after the children were in school, I saw an ad in the paper for Morehouse Fashion needing a part time PBX operator, so I thought "I can do that" and he’d never know. Well, when I got there the job had been filled so I said to myself "What the heck" and I went around to the telephone company, got a job, and told Walter when I left for work on Monday. I took driving lessons after we moved to Sunbury, bought my own car, and drove to and fro. WALTER’S FAMILY Walter’s grandfather was the engineer at the water department in Circleville, Ohio. Walter’s father, Walter D. Myers, Sr. was an engineer in Coldwater, Ohio. He married Altha Belle Davis, who was a teacher. She taught her husband so that he could get his engineering license. Before that, he had made flour at the St. Henry Mill. There his wife had to use the first batch of flour from each making as a tester. Walter Sr. and Altha had five children. Walter was the oldest child. He was born on October 2, 1916. Walter did very well in school. For a while he worked at the Buckeye Overall Factory in Coldwater before he went in the service. He cut overalls and sewed them, and so he did his own patching and everything in the house that needed sewing. I was no good at it, but I had learned knitting. When Walter’s mother died in 1939, it was photo Altha Belle Davis Myers photo Walter Myers, Sr. .19. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/eadc8f44f1ee46358e013a67f540be97.jpg 0f1f10d257a1eb3d6bee2150b3625f6d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (23) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 20 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers a very difficult time for him as they had done the gardening together and were very close. He immediately joined the service to get away. He had big brown eyes and very pretty wavy hair. He died in 1976 from complications of sugar diabetes. Carmen, the only girl, was the next oldest. She married Kenneth Wallick and they had one son, Keith. photo Altha Belle with Carmen and Waller Jr. photo Altha Belle Davis Myers with Children Walter, Carmen, Howard, Forrest, and Roger photo Walter D. Myers, Jr .20. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1e17093f70176a587caf54d158818936.jpg 052d02a48c23fec2d6ac5725219a7905 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (24) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 21 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Keith, who married a Mexican girl, have a son and daughter. Kenneth is now deceased. The third child was Howard, who married Laura Mae, and they had five sons. They lived in Alaska whilst he was in the Air Force and then they moved to Scottsdale, Arizona. Then he disappeared to find a better life with a new lady. Forest was next. He graduated from Purdue University and got a really good paying job. He and his wife, Reba, live in Virginia. They have one son, Gary. Gary had a shrimp boat up until the time he had a brain tumor and then he had a florist shop. The baby of the family is Roger who married Vonola. Their three sons are Larry, Dale, and Carl. Larry has two boys, Dale has two girls, and Carl had a baby girl who died when she was only a few weeks old. Roger worked for Delta Airlines and has been all over the world. All four boys and Kenneth were in the service, Howard, Forest, Roger, and Kenneth in the Air Force while Walter served in the Army. While Walter was in the Army, he served for a while in Iceland where he had pneumonia twice, and then went to England and was in the invasion of Germany. Myers Children: photo Walter Jr photo Walter Jr. Carmen, Howard, Forest Coldwater, Ohio .21. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/90c3982330bd090c3b1596986e3be9aa.jpg dcdbcea011ddcd1a22f816f42ab6b1fc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 22 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers TRIPS When Walter and I left England and approached New York, everyone was on deck to see the approach. When the Statue of Liberty looked like a needle, everyone started singing "America". Many were crying. There were other trips In 1953 my Father died. I decided to take the three children to England. We left on Dec. 1 and sailed on the Queen Elizabeth (which one old sailor said sailed like a tug boat and he was threatened with the brig if he didn’t shut up). On the ship, the crew had one smoke stack put out so that Santa could come down the chimney. We spent Christmas with my family and Janet and Barbara went to school in Rusthall. We planned to stay three months, but Janet fell and broke her arm which was one delay. About the time she was over that, she caught whooping cough. Our passage was canceled. The next sailing we could get was from Liverpool on the ship Britannica. When she was far out to sea, the ship was stopped, the Queen Mary which was going to England was stopped, and in life boats they transferred a stowaway to our ship. The sea became very rough and our ship broke a cylinder and we took several extra days to get to New York. Many people have been surprised that I took such a journey alone, but there was no problem except one-we ran into a very rough sea off the coast of Iceland and everyone was sick including me. My three children were the only ones in the dining room that night and the crew let them have anything they wanted including ice cream. When I came to, they were sifting in the center of the cabin eating oranges. So is seasickness real or emotional? Whilst we were in England, Ron was christened in St. Paul’s Church, Rusthall, where Walter and I were married. We went through many woods, played hide and seek at Happy Valley, and visited Toad Rock. I have not seen any territory like this in America, but this maybe is prejudiced. I know the kids enjoyed the rocks and commons. My second trip to England was with Walter when the children were teenagers. I had not flown before. We had an unpleasant happening. Our plane had been delayed two hours arriving in New York and then the cleaning took place. Finally, photo Passport Photo - 1953 photo Edith and Walter, Ron, Janet and Barbara 1953 before Going to England 22 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0f5ac8654cda523641b3e80d77e1cabc.jpg fc9935df8b3193ce987ba4930631f09a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (26) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 23 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers we were on our way to what we thought was a routine trip with the pilot talking to us along the way. When we got to England, the plane kept circling and people were looking up at the plane since it was so low. A canoe capsized with its people staring. Then the pilot told us that on takeoff from New York we had blown two tires and as a precaution there were many ambulances and fire trucks. He told us not to be alarmed as it would be O.K. What a bump and then the plane had to be towed up to the terminal by a tractor. By this time, I had lost my parents and four brothers. The third trip back to England I made with Janet and Burrell. This picture was taken over Beachy Head at Eastbourne. My sister, Dorie, said that this was one of the happiest days of her life. My fourth trip I went with Molly Wheeler, a friend from Westerville who also had come from England, and Sister Marcelle, who I had met at a convent. It was a pleasant trip. I went again with Molly and her husband, Jim. Molly got sick and Jim wanted to return to the U.S. but I said "No". I felt Molly could get good medical treatment in England and they were both very grateful to me and ended up having a very good time. We went to Lands End where the sea amongst the rocks is so rough, and of course that is where the pirates hung out. We passed through the Douchy of Cornwall where all the land belongs to Prince Charles, but the farmers are allowed to let their sheep graze there and there are sheep everywhere. If you could see those sheep you would know why they say sheep are dumb. They roam and sleep in the middle of the roads. We also went to Plymouth where Sir Francis Drake was bowling when he heard of the Spanish Armada. It is said that he insisted on finishing his game before meeting the Spaniards. There is a small village in Devon called Appleforer. To this day the descendants are what is left behind from the Spanish Armada. They still carry Spanish onions to sell from long poles held over their shoulders. I later traveled to England with Janet’s son, James, and Barbara with her daughters, Jody, Robin, and Melinda. Later on, I took Charles when he turned 8. Later on, Janet and Laura went with me. In December of 1994, I went back to see Dorie who wasn’t well. Finally, my last trip home was in July of 1996 with Janet to attend my sister, Dorie’s, funeral. Afterward, Janet and I went to Bradford, Yorkshire and drove through Sherwood Forest where we could envision Robin Hood. We went to Harden which was the home of the Bronte sisters. We saw the school where one taught and the little church where their father pastored. He must have been a strange man for he ate all his meals in the sitting room. It was around this table that the sisters’ photo Day at Beachy Head at Eastbourne in 1971 Janet, Edith, Alex, and Dorrie Having Tea 23 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dd9f4175e3e6523060f09560d04e80b2.jpg 72c2479d45f1d957e6889a90fbb7da90 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (27) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 24 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers imagination and the bleak moors inspired the writing in their books. For many years there had been many deaths in this area, especially of young children. In later years, it was discovered that the water they drank from below the churchyard had passed through the cemetery and was full of bacteria. One of the Bronte sisters had a dog and when the girl was sick, it sat outside her bedroom door. When she died, it sat by her grave until it too, died. We climbed on the moors. One minute you can be in bright sunshine, and the next step can take you into dense fog. There were many wild ponies on the moors and we passed by the Dartmouth Prison which is surrounded by moors. We stayed with Nellie’s granddaughter, Mandy, and her family for a few days, and then we went to Devon to visit my nephew, Richard. He took us to see Stonehenge which is unexplainable and awesome. We also saw the while horse down on a hillside in chalk. Richard didn’t know the origin but said that there were others. Richard and his wife took us to an old copper mine where boys of eleven had to work a hundred years ago. The mine was so deep and it took them so long to enter that they had to stay Monday through Saturday. The guide told us that they died in their early twenties because of the chemicals. While underground, they only had Cornish pastries to eat throughout the week. The only time the poor people got to ride in a wagon was when there was a death in the immediate family and they were given a ride to the cemetery and then had to walk back. The rich were rich, and the poor, poorer. We also spent a day in Torquay which is like any other seaside town. This trip was more than enough for me. All my family in England was gone and England had changed. I have been on three cruises with Gary, Barbara, and their children. The last one was Melinda’s graduation present from high school and Laura was able to go, too. We went to St. Croix, Jamaica, St. Thomas, the Cayman Islands, Mexico, and San Juan. The cruises were nice, but I prefer rougher seas. St. Croix had millions of termites and they looked horrible fastening themselves to trees. Caymen Island was very clean, and St. Thomas was the place to buy gold. San Juan, I didn’t like. Jamaica was very picturesque. photo Edith Dressed in a Costume of 100 Years Earlier- Taken at the Copper Mine 24 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/06a155ceb4750f28f86a88ba2f77f282.jpg 61e6f2985b4121ef5e61345b5017fe1d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (28) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 25 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland Myers I have also been to Myrtle Beach several times, sometimes with Janet’s family, sometimes with Barb’s family, and sometimes with both. It is one of my favorite places to visit. I have also been to Florida several times, sometimes with Barb and Gary as we visited with his folks. On year I went with Gary and Barb and family up the east coast for the fall colors and then to Maine and Rhode Island where the rich had their yachts parked. After Walter died and the children were living their own lives, I told my Parish Priest at St. Mathew’s Episcopal Church in Westerville, "I'm going away for a few days and I am not going to tell my family, but I will let you know where I am in case of an emergency." He replied, "I don’t like you doing this, but I know just the place for you to go and deal with your grief-the Convent of the Transfiguration at Glendale near Cincinnati. The nuns will not bother you, but will be there for you if you so wish." I parked in the Convent parking lot and sat for a few minutes and thought, "What the heck am I doing here?" A nun came out and said, "Are you Mrs. Myers?" I replied that I was and she told me to come in. She showed me to my room and told me I was invited to share in as many of their services as I cared to and I’m thinking, "That’s easy, none." I got a tour of the dining room, the chapel, the church , and the grounds. The Convent grounds and the chapel are just beautiful. The next morning I met a young Sister, Sister Marcelle, who had lost her father the same week as Walter’s passing. We spent most of the day together and became very good friends. She later went on a trip to England with me and Molly. When she decided to leave the Convent, I was the first person she called to tell of her decision. She now lives in Baltimore, Maryland, and to put it in her own words, “living in sin with an exMonk". She is physically disabled and if they were to marry, she would lose her social security benefits. It was through Sister Marcelle that I was introduced to Milford Retreat Center which is also a beautiful place. There are vast grounds with a modern chapel that still has the old world charm. There I met Ken, a priest, who was making a retreat there. He was also arranging a trip to Italy. It had been five years since Walter had died, and I had still not shed a tear. It was all held inside. I went to Mass. The Priest was telling about the young priest in El Salvador. He had been threatened to stop taking care of the poor or he would be killed. He continued and wrote the song "Be Not Afraid". As I went up to receive, a tear left the Priest’s eyes and my eyes answered. I became a babbling idiot, and when he left, I did, too. I went to my room, throwing myself across my bed. Ken came in, picked me up and rocked me, praying and singing. I said, "Put me down". He said, "Let it all go." I said, "I’m hungry." He said, "All right, wash your face and I’ll be back." Well, I thought about leaving, but Ken came back and we went to the dining room. He said to the other table occupants, "Excuse Edith. She had wimpy soup for lunch." This broke the ice and we became good friends. photo Edith and Jody at Myrtle Beach .25. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ace9bb818e3622ba0a0e026883930e22.jpg 880548d5e1461dfa823c75392505d3da Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (29) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 26 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland The following summer I retired early from Ohio Bell and went on a trip to Italy with Father Ken and ten others. We went from the toe of Italy up to Milan. Sorrento was the first place we went to and we stayed in a new hotel which unfortunately for me had no screens and the air conditioners were not working yet and mosquitoes had a feast on me. Fortunately, we had a doctor traveling with us and he was able to prescribe a quick healing. One of the places where we stayed was Assisi that had a little chapel that St. Francis had prayed in and some of the brothers grumbled that the order was too strict. St. Francis asked God if he should change it and God told him that it was the way He wanted it to be. The monastery was large and one of the brothers told me that they pray for anyone crossing their threshold. It made me feel good. We visited the spot where the Nativity took place. St. Francis, not being a priest, could not say Mass. The creche in the rock was the crib, and St. Francis brought a live ass and ox and stood with his hands on each of them. It was very mountainous region, quiet, and peaceful. The paintings in Italy were so beautiful and the crown coming out of the forehead with jewels. It was here where the body of St. Clare was lying on a slab of marble and she looked exactly alive except for a little support for her nose. A Jewish man, his wife and I were the only non-Catholics in the group. We stood aside and the Jewish doctor said that I could make a fortune. My roommate bought what she thought was a bottle of wine (not speaking Italian), we drank it by the glass, and got sicker than dogs because it was a liquor. (WHAT A LESSON) Rome was full of history and the Vatican was enormous. The Sistine Chapel with the painting by Michelangelo on the ceiling put one in awe. In the church was a black statue, and I still don’t know who it was, but each person passed his hand over one foot which had been wore very smooth, and I thought, "O.K. I'll do it,too" because I didn’t want to miss out on anything. St. Mark’s Square was very impressive. In Venice we took a gondola ride and although the pictures are all very beautiful, the water was filthy, I’m very proud of the picture I took there --- the best I've ever taken. Naples was where the smell of photo Italy photo Father Ken and Edith Trip to Italy .26. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/594dd513fe4b3420210f8a121c22a241.jpg a7003acf2b6fe4c05d0b4032edd2775f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (30) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 27 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland lemons was great. It seemed that everyone had lemons. The road to Melfi was a nightmare. Traffic was backed up for miles. We met a bride trying to get to the church and she as so frustrated that she had thrown her veil off. We saw one wedding, so different from ours! The bride and the groom arrived at the church together. All their friends and the Priest stood outside waiting for them. The wedding pictures were then taken. The bride and groom led everyone back into the church where every nook and crook was filled with gardenias. Another day we went to the Isle of Capri where I had always wanted to go ever since it had been the first popular song I learned to play on the piano. We saw the Blue Lagoon which was really blue. The Leaning Tower was leaning. The remains at Pompeonici were depressing. So little was left after the volcano erupted. The people had become so wicked and many felt this was an act of God, but I don’t agree. So many lost their lives and the volcano ash got into everything. There was one figure by small fountain, which the guide said "was two brothers who put wine it it so that their mistresses would get drunk and their sexual desires were sated". The churches in Italy were awesome and each one, to me, seemed to be more beautiful than the rest. Again the group was each lighting a candle, and not wishing to be left out, I did, too. The food on the trip was good and they served wine at every meal and everyone insisted it was safer than the water. A sad part of the trip was the little girls begging and I was told that their parents were watching from the perimeter to keep them safe. One day I was looking in my purse to give a girl something when she reached under her shirt and pulled out a beautiful leather pocketbook the likes of which I had never owned. The Pope gave us a special blessing, reading our names out loud and he went to shake hands with me, but I didn’t move, and he shook hands with a little Italian girl next to me who promptly fainted. They do not use deodorant or shave their legs and although she had beautiful white clothes on, she was not good to be next to. The people stood with arms outstretched with rosaries and holy things for the Pope to bless. I had bought three but they were back at the hotel. When we got to Milan and went to the cathedral, I asked my priest friend to bless them, and brought them black to my friends. I was one of seven at the Vatican who got to go down where they are still excavating under the Vatican. The early Christians lived down there. The Popes were buried down there and there are bones they believe may be the bones of St. Peter. The trip was in 1982 and this was before the Pope was shot and he walked pass the crowd. It was a beautiful trip. It was very hot, and in Rome when there was a traffic jam, all the drivers would just let their cars sit and they would jump out to see what was going on. When the traffic moved they'd jump back in their cars and away they’d go. I threw coins in the Trevi Fountain which the superstition is that you will return to Rome. A great hope, I'll grant you. After I returned home, I stayed close to Ken who was a priest in Hamilton, Ohio. I made visits to Milford, where we met, and visited Houston Woods where I finally released Walter to Our Lord. I stood by a stream of water and said "As that water flows away around stones or objects, I release Walter to You, Lord," and then .27. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5cc5fae2bac0342ef4db572e0acc8778.jpg 2507224eaf2caaf2bba79b9ff6021146 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (31) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 28 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland I ran and it was then that I was able to accept it and go on. As I said before, I had taken early retirement to take the trip to Itlay because Ohio Bell would not give me enough time off. I AM TRULY GRATEFUL FOR THIS TRIP. CHURCH AND ORGANIZATIONS I attended St. Matthew’s Episcopal Church in Westerville for many years and was the Alter Guild director for seven years. The Cross outside the church was erected by our family in memory of Walter. I was a Shepherd and prayer counselor and very active until I was on a committee of three people to decide whether we should recommend my friend Ceci for priesthood. It was most shocking to me how the priest, Ron Albert, reacted. To say the least, Ceci left the church and turned to the Catholic Church. She had four Doctorate degrees and is now at the Neumans Center on OSU campus where she teaches a class. She and her husband taught English at the Josephinium College and are now divorced. I later turned to the Catholic Church, too. Walter and I had joined the Moose and he served in some positions. I went through the chairs, became senior regent and ultimately a member of the College if Regents which meant I could wear a red stole. It is a good organization, taking care of children whose parents have died, educating them through college, and also some married skill. It also photo Edith - Top Left and Friends of Moose Lodge photo Edith- Moose Lodge Became a Member of College Regents photo Walter and Edith Moose Celebration .28. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fa6a78b3d44e117458d40c7f90e1a73c.jpg b59cc65ea11908dc64c772a9b53893f1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (32) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 29 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland cares for the sick and elderly at Moosehaven in Jacksonville, Florida. The Moose has a bar, and many dances and dinners, so there was always much entertainment. Being it’s in Worthington, I don’t go much anymore. Coming home late one night on the Worthington Road, a man stood in the road and I stepped on the gas and he jumped, but fear went through me and whether her needed help or mischief I'll never know. I joined the American Legion from Walter’s service record. I quickly became president of the Westerville Post. We made trips to Chillicothe Veterans Hospital twice a year to give the veterans who had had birthdays since we were last there a party. There was lots of cake and dancing. I attended conventions twice in Toledo, once in Columbus, and once in Cincinnati. We had reunions, marched in parades on Memorial Day, made and put poppies on World War I veteran’s graves on the Otterbein, Pioneer, and Blendon Cemeteries. We had Easter egg hunts and Halloween parties for the kids, and sent Valentine and Christmas cards to our boys in the service through Louisville, Kentucky. We had moved from Columbus to Sunbury when Janet was in the eighth grade, and found the community to be very tight, so our friends and acquaintances lived in the Gardens, too. I didn’t have much time to neighbor, and also the English in me didn’t want me to mix without a formal introduction. I worked at Ohio Bell odd hours and eventually till 5:00 P.M. when Walter and I were able to travel back and forth together. It seemed that things were beginning to shape our way, but Walter became sick and then went blind. God moves in mysterious ways His wonders to perform, and Walter’s blindness made a closeness that’s unexplainable. I listened to tapes with him and read to him, and it seemed that he could read my thoughts. When I read the Bible to him, he could tell me where I had left off because I hadn’t a clue. He insisted that I keep my job and thank God he did for it paid big dividends to me. I worked there for 22 years or so, met many people, both black and white, and did some crazy things. One Christmas Eve before going to the office, we went to a black bar, and the guys kept buying us drinks. When we got to the office, the boss said, "Don’t open your desks." I fell asleep in the lounge and there was poor Walter driving around looking for me. I first had worked as a long distance operator and really enjoyed it, but I was promoted in a year to supervisor. This looking for faults in others was not my bag. I then became a toll investigator and from my desk could call anywhere in the U.S. to find people who photo Laura Denune, Megan and Melinda Geng American Legion poppy Days .29. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ea245a2b688714e391d643838179b575.jpg 82072fdf4f1de84c30fc6b14f0a99ef0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (33) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 30 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland were cheating or equipment that was failing and correct it. It was very interesting and challenging and it was amazing whom one met on line. I retired from toll investigation. In later life I’ve had some bad luck. An elevator at work fell with me, I’ve had knee surgeries, a broken wrist, a broken ankle, a broken hip which needed replaced and an hysterectomy. I’ve been bothered with back problems. Perhaps I'll write more about this later. I have a rotten, spoiled cat named Sunshine who spends time, sometimes happy, sometimes crazy, but he keeps me mouse free which is one creature I really fear. For that reason I was never able to go into an air raid shelter because of them being underground and often the home of field mice. photo Edith at Home - 1998 photo Ron, Elaine, Edith, Janet, Walter holding James Easter 1973 photo Costume Party Won 1st Prize .30. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/abb616483d2844f3cb5c30e85f8ffbd9.jpg 5c3505a907e0131df6a1a6de312f0a24 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (35) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 32 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland photo Four Generations Walter Myers, Sr., Barbara, Walter Myers, Jr., and Jody photo Jody and Robin photo Jody, Robin, Melinda, Megan Geng photo Melinda and Megan Geng photo Ron Myers .32. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7f3a6721cb6d563c8e96e64e47a8f93c.jpg 440d40fe787029511330c1c77eb7a405 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (36) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 33 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland photo Charles Denune and Dog, Bear photo Ron, Mark Nathan, Elaine Sarah Myers 1992 Charles, James Burrell, Janet Laura Denune 1992 .33. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0f9264ed149216568b5f8bd1a2e1a842.jpg b12153f36fe5ddc57f096d8d389e4a67 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (37) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 34 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland photo Gary, Barbara Megan, Robin Jody, Melinda Geng photo Cousins: Megan Geng and Sarah Myers photo The Grandchildren .34. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b2048b0b77513b2e37eb1fbaa3fe520e.jpg 1c7cbc16c0a13106e91f67b2b02e687a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace (38) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 35 of England Was My Birthplace by Edith Mercy Hyland The writings wore never concluded because my mother, Edith Hyland Myers, had a heart attack on December 29th, 1998. If not for her granddaughter, Megan, she would have died that night. Megan was able to get help. However, Mom never regained consciousness and died a month later on January 28, 1999. I'm sure she would have had many more stories and pictures to include but I decided not to add anything to her work - I just rearranged her writings into some sort of order I hope she would a approve of. She had not done this yet as the book was a work in progress. Her daughter, Janet Denune http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e431e7d5cc13ecc2af3f310bd9ff0486.jpg 9aa8cea4032cc44be583d145ff4517b3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource Family Histories Description An account of the resource This collection contains family histories that have been written by residents of the Big Walnut area. Items in this collection generally contain genealogical information about the families, personal anecdotes, and images of family members. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource England Was My Birthplace Subject The topic of the resource Hyland family--Genealogy Local history--Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury Myers family--Genealogy Personal Narratives--Edith Mercy Hyland Myers (1920-1999) Personal Narratives--Walter Davis Myers, Jr. (1916-1976) World War II, 1939-1945 Description An account of the resource In this family history, Edith Mercy tells the story of her childhood growing up in England, her parents and siblings, schooldays, her time spent in service during WW2, where she meets her American husband, Walter Davis Myers, Jr. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Author Edith Mercy Hyland Myers Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Community Library, Sunbury, Ohio Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 2000 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Book Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Still Image Text Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 31145774 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5ce723ddf01d40fae31e652ee2a2a8c6.jpg 0d017cca4a91ad6cfb186d0a2a073437 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 1] [corresponds to front cover] Flashback: A Story of Two Families by Dorothy Dillenbeck Burrer as told to Polly Whitney Brehm Horn Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 1) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2e559b306265537565f1f2926d6d2d34.jpg 3a54f8fcffc57171ec6b4931dd775d43 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Description An account of the resource [page 3] [corresponds to front matter] c.1-8-1997 rc 12-14-2004 Flashback: A Story of Two Families The Burrer Family The Dillenbeck Family by Dorothy Dillenbeck Burrer as told to Polly Whitney Brehm Horn BUR 929.21 BURRER c.1 Community Library Sunbury, OH 1996 [Community Library imprint 106212] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 3) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0eccc73a0d7d79850bee52dd0e03ddf2.jpg d20260a73f876f947cc4697c71194129 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 4] [corresponds to page ii of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo:The Burrer Mill barn as it looks from the yard behind the Burrer home.] NO BOOKS Suppose there were no books! No books to read in cozy nooks! No books to feed the hungry mind And teach the art of being kind. To link today with yesterday: No books to charm us for a while, To bring a tear or lure a smile. But here are books, praise God above! If we have books and we have love We can dispose of other things; 'Tis books, not crowns, that make men kings. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 4) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4dcf046879b588fddd7f827b30cc9856.jpg c8c8a6c00d8e6ee7fbc9c16b38a4a11b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 5] [corresponds to page iii of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] PREFACE "There's a quiet movement taking place right now that deserves to become a permanent tradition in this country: the purposeful creation of personal histories that preserve our lives as we grow older, making the details of our time on earth available to our descendants forever. Whether written, spoken into a tape recorder, or recounted to the lens of a video camera, your stories will be eagerly awaited by the most appreciative audience of all-your family. And far into the future, your family will read your words or listen to your voice and be grateful you took the time to put this gift toegether for them." Taken from the back cover of Bob Greene's To Our Children's Children. This book came very close to having never been written. Due to failing eye sight, old age, and a belief that (according to my personal credo), I could not write about myself. My long time friend, Polly Horn, who is very competent on the mysterious computer, said she would put my answers to her questions on the computer. So here you have many flashbacks to the life styles of two families, genealogy and all. It was great luck to be born with parents who loved each other, my brother and me. It was great luck to meet Carleton Burrer at a dance in New York and end up in Sunbury, Ohio, where I have been part of a loving family, had a meaningful career, and a full life. Although this book was begun after Carleton's death, many parts of it are taken directly from words he had written at different times in his life. Polly and I fondly call him our ghost writer and we are happy to be getting many of his writings together into one book. Since we are each a mix of genes of all the ancestors before us, perhaps each of you-my son, my grandchildren and their heirs will learn a little more about yourself from reading these flashbacks. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 5) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/298f419c8e258681447ab8cfc858c1a1.jpg 6e76ca51c3f089e22d8fcbec07951984 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 6] [corresponds to page iv of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Table of Contents I. The Burrers 1 A. The Ancestors 2 1. Christoph Friedrich Burrer II 2 2. John Jacob Burrer 2 a. The Old Mills 3 (1) F.B. Sprague 4 b. New Burrer Mill 5 B. Johan's Sons 1. John E. Burrer 6 2. Gottleib Jacob Burrer 6 3. Frank Burrer 8 C. Gottleib Jacob (Jakie) and Amy Ann Burrer 6 1. Electricity 11 2. Their Family 16 a. Sprague Gammill Burrer 9 b. Karl Ormand and Daisy Sperry Burrer 24 c. Paul ParkerBurrer 35 d. Rudolph Burrer 37 e. Gordon Jacob Burrer 39 D.Carleton Sperry Burrer 46 1. Sunbury Electric Shop 55 II. Dillenbecks 58 A. The Ancestors 59 1. Captain Andrew Dillenbeck and Oriskany 60 2. Rev. Lambert Swackhammer 66 B. Andrew Luther and Pearl Whitbeck Dillenbeck 75 C. Dorothy MacNaughton Dillenbeck Burrer 79 III. Carleton and Dillie Burrer 104 A. John Dillen Burrer 107 B. Community Library 110 c. Sunbury Electric Shop Burns 115 D.Farmers bank 118 E. Grandchildren 121 F. Retirement 129 IV. Appendix Index 155 A. Burrers in Germany 156 B. Gammill Family 160 C. Sperry Family 166 D. Van Wie Family 173 E. Pages from Burrer Bible 177 F. John E. Burrer Family from Esther Burrer 179 G. Nannie E. Burrer Family from Owen Warren 180 H. Paul Barker Family 181 I. Gordon Burrer Family from Don Burrer 182 J. Historical Data on Two Burrer Homes 186 The following articles were written by Carleton S. Burrer: K. Origin of the Name of Sunbury 189 L. The Burrers from The People Book 198 M. Early Delaware County, Sunbury and Communnity 209 N. Sunbury and Galena Communities and how they were in 1938 When Sunbury Lions Originated 222 O. Why I Enjoy Living in Sunbury, Delaware County, 235 V. Bibliography 239 VI. Index 240 Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 6) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d27d7b35f0b37d1edca065185adcba07.jpg 659852bbb81fa1b1981df9bc9b1db29a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 7] [corresponds to unnumbered page] FLASHBACK: EARLY BURRERS [three images] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 7) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f01fd1acb2926e29d586c21547ae7651.jpg ed679b0c85ec4f772eb5665635ae5af7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 8] [corresponds to page 1 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [foldout: Carelton Burrer's Ancestors .1.] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 8) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d4f85c284b221245726930d60f9d6093.jpg dafa19440c708f0093a9258c6c7aa540 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 9] [corresponds to page 2 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Sunbury's Burrer family has been traced back to Hans Burrer born 1530 of Cleebronn (spelled Kleebron in the old church records) in Germany. The name passed through the sons as follows: Hans (1530) to Christoph (1590) to Christoph (1628-1684) to Hans Jakob (1622-1715) to Johann Jakob (1701-1751) married to Sabrina Cathrina Wehrer, to Christoph Friedrich (January 5, 1744-May 26, 1772). Christoph Friedrich Burrer II Christoph Friedrich who married Elizabetha Margaretha Fischer November 17, 1767 in Cleebronn, had at least 2 sons Gottlieb Johannes (1768-1827) and Christoph Friedrich II (December 20, 1770-October 30, 1829). Gottlieb married Susanna Barbara Eberlen October 30, 1792 in Botenheim, Germany and they had 10 children: some were to stay in Germany while other descendents immigrated to the America. Christoph Friedrich II was born in Cleebron, Germany, December 20, 1770, and married Margaretha Walderich (born March 24, 1772) July 17, 1792 and became a farmer. To this union 9 children were born but only two of the babies lived to be confirmed: Johanna Gottliebin (May 7, 1797) and Christoph Friedrich III (April 24, 1802-April 4, 1884) who later settled in Elyria, Ohio. Their mother died apparently in childbirth December 2, 1809. Nine months later on September 30, 1810, Christoph II maried Maria Sara Rosch (born July 18, 1788) in Hohenstein and they had eleven children. It appears that only four babies lived to be confirmed: Friederike (1811-1832), Johann Jacob (July 16, 1820-April 19, 1874), Johann Christian (October 14,1821-), and Johann Gottlieb (June 15, 1825-August 21, 1890). All three boys married and immigrated to USA. It is Johann Jacob who brought his family to Sunbury, Ohio. Johan Jacob Burrer Johann Jacob was born July 16, 1820, in Hohenstein, Germany, the 17th child of Christoph II and the 8th child of Maria Sara. On February 6, 1844 he married Barbara Catherine Bollinger of Hofen near Besigheim. Barbara Catherine was the daughter of Gottleib Heinrich Bollinger,an Alderman and Town Councilman in Hofen, and his wife, Christina Barbara Kontz, Bollinger. Barbara Catherine told her children her grandfather Bollinger fought in wars against Napoleon. At least four of her siblings also came to the USA. Johann Jacob was a Burger (citizen) and Maurer Meister (master stone mason) in Wurtenburg, Germany. He and Barbara Catherine had five children in Germany: Louisa Catherine (7-23-1846), Gottleib Jacob (1-3-1848), Caroline Catherine (2-5-1849), Catherine Christine (2-5-1851) and Fredericke (2-17-1852). In July 1854, dropping the last 'n' in his name, Johan Jacob, his wife, and five children left Germany in a sailing ship which arrived six weeks later in New York. The family went by wagon to Medina County, Ohio, where his half-brother, Christoph Friedrich, had already settled. They stayed with Johan Jacob's brother for six months until a family fight resulted in Johan Jacob's moving his family to Spring Street in Delaware,Ohio. Shortly after their arrival in Delaware, John Edward was born (3-9-1855) having been carried by his mother during all the rigors of the trip from Germany. Apparently Johan Jacob's search for fine stone brought him to Sunbury Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 9) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a4788e5fd56d9a387fe0b6d99ea32bc5.jpg fa045ef2662aff775bb02ebf770e498b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 10] [corresponds to page 3 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] where he purchased a log cabin on in-lot #19 (44 West Cherry Street) from Andrew and Julia Heron on January 28, 1857 (Vol 59, page 224 Delaware County Deed Records). The cabin was shingled on the outside and plastered on the inside and became the family home until the death of Barbara Catherine in 1901. In this home the last three children were born: Nannie E.(9/20/1857-2/4/1931), Heinrich (1859), and Frank (1863). The home was last purchased by the Village of Sunbury in 1995. In August 1857, Johan Jacob purchased a plot of land along the Big Walnut Creek from John Knox as a 'Stone Purchase' where he and his eldest son later became partners with Henry Fleckner in the operation of the quarry. Johan Jacob's oldest daughter, Louise Catherine, married Fleckner and they lived in the house now standing at 10 Walnut Street at the east end of Cherry Street. (They had two children: Charles R. (1867-1867) and Julia (1874-1881). In 1867 Burrer bought an empty lot at 35 South Columbus Street just north of the Myers Inn, then a hotel. On this lot he built a tavern, small store and bakery. Under the building was a small sub-basement which was used for natural refrigeration. People attending the periodic stock sales on the southwest corner of the village square stopped here for refreshments and a light lunch. When the building was torn down by Lawsons' in 1985, stone from the building was given to Community Library, owner of the Myers' Inn. The stone was transferred to the Big Walnut Area Historical Society with the building in 1994. Business in the tavern, store, bakery must have prospered for the family along with Johan Jacob's work as a stone mason. He passed his knowledge of the trade along to his eldest son, Gottlieb Jacob. Bailey Mill To be true to history, one must leave our story and discuss another mill. Carleton has written the first mill in Sunbury was constructed southeast of town on Granville Road just south of Big Walnut Creek near the juncture with Rattlesnake Creek by Nicholas Manville in 1810. The ownership of this mill passed to Major Strong in 1817, and then to Eleazor Gaylord in 1825 thus became known as the Gaylord Mill. It never reported to mill white flour. Since this mill did not operate as long, the Burrer Mill has the distinction of being the longest operating mill. Back to our story. In 1871, Burrer and his son, Gottleib Jacob (then 23 years of age), purchased from Henry and Sarah Boyd, the old 'Bailey'water-powered mill which had been built in 1842 by Samuel Peck and T.P. Myers to operate as a sawmill. Mr. Bailey bought the mill in 1848 and added machinery for making flour and grinding 'grists'(small batches of grain) by means of stone 'Buhrs'. This mill was located in the bottom land along Big Walnut Creek behind Fleckner's barn. The creek had been diverted further up stream to flow into a pond and there was a 'right-of-way' included for a tail-race through John Knox's land to carry run-off [photo: Gottleib Jacob Burrer] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 10) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6283c5a7d66e475701d2538cb329e660.jpg e5b9be2395497f04da20aedba051746f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 11] [corresponds to page 4 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] from the water wheel to a point farther down stream. This mill property containing a little over 26 acres of land (in addition to the right-of-way) was purchased for $3500. Mr. Boyd had previously purchased the Van Sickle Mill, the first in Trenton Township from his brother, Jacob Boyd, and had moved its machinery into the 'Bailey' Mill. The Van Sickle Mill had been built in 1845 with a 'brush' dam across the Big Walnut about one half mile northeast of Sunbury. The 'brush' dam was replaced with planks. John Van Sickle sold the mill to E.M. Condit who operated it from 1855 to 1862 and then sold it to Jacob Boyd. F.B. Sprague, a Justice of the Peace who certified the Burrer-Boyd purchase agreement on June 16, 1871, had expertise in the milling business and bought in as a partner with the Burrer father and son. F.B. Sprague This partner in the early mill was born in Delaware July 16, 1825 to Pardon and Mary Meeker Sprague. Pardon was born in the east and migrated through Zanesville and Granville in 1816. Mary was the daughter of Forest Meeker (born in Pennsylvania) who came to Stratford, Ohio, in 1811. Pardon was Sheriff for two terms before entering the State Legislature. He died in 1828 at 40 years of age. F.B. moved his family which included C.P. to Sunbury in 1868. C.P. worked with Kimball & Armstrong in their store, then with Wayman Perfect for a year before studying telegraphy with his brother who kept the Railway Office in Sunbury. On March 18, 1877, he married Ada M. Payne (daughter of N.H. Payne of Sunbury) and August 1, 1877 he became Station Agent. Meanwhile F.B. Sprague became Probate Judge in 1875 after being Justice of the Peace. He soon lost interest in the milling business. It was not long before it became obvious the creek flow was not strong enough six months of the year to carry the business of the mill so land was purchased at the northeast corner of North and North Columbus Streets where a steam powered mill would be built. The outlines of the old mill race and some building foundations can still be seen in the spring of the year before the underbrush obscures the area. Carleton Burrer has done much to document the details of the mill. Johan Jacob died on April 18, 1874, at the age of 53 and did not see the mill moved from the creek site. At the time of his death two more daughters were married: Caroline Catherine had married [photo: Gottlieb Jacob Burrer] [photo: Christine Burrer Rice] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 11) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c9f374b6d9b7ce86368f1bebdb9728fa.jpg a51f26e4ffd78145b0cbd8a7afb14257 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 12] [corresponds to page 5 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families ] Daniel Miller of Delaware, and Catherine Christine married Charles H. Rice. His son Heinrich died the month before his father at the age of 14. Johan Jacob was also survived by his widow (now 54), Gottlieb Jacob (26), John E. (20), Nannie (18), and Frank (12). Gottlieb Jacob administered his father's estate and rearranged ownership of the properties to continue operation of the tavern (now a bakery and a store) and the mill. Mill Moved into Town East of the site chosen for the new mill at the corner of North Vernon and North Streets, Samuel Shiver Gammill was operating a saw mill and Hoop Factory using steam power. Mr. Gammill, who was also an excellent builder, agreed to build the new mill. Foundations were laid for a frame structure for the mill and one of stone for the boiler and engine room. The new mill was to use the excess end-products (slabs and saw-dust) to fire the new boiler. Accordingly, an exceptionally large and tall smoke stack was erected to permit burning of this fuel with safety in the quantities needed. Pictures of the old mill can be seen at 46 N. Columbus Street. [photo: Burrer Mill-from North Street. Man on left in big door is Jakie Burrer. Second man from right in same door is Parker Burrer.] In 1875 the machinery and equipment from the old mill were moved into town and a steam engine was purchased in Mount Vernon to supply power. This piece of equipment took advantage of the newest and the oldest forms of transportation in the community. Due to the incompletion of the new railroad trestle across Big Walnut, the engine came by railroad to the Big Walnut Creek where it had to be unloaded at one of the quarries and brought across the creek and into town by ox-drawn wagon to the new mill. On December 1, 1879, (Deed Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 12) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9d1db357d5c0c65cb9e4e5993b63f697.jpg 7273b6aec68e722d1c521b06302ebcf0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 13] [corresponds to page 6 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families ] Record 74, page 380), Jakie and his wife, Amy, conveyed to Louisa C. (Mrs. Henry) Fleckner, the Boyd (Bailey) Mill property since it was no longer needed for the mill. In the new mill, grain was ground between rotating grooved stones or 'buhrs' driven by steam power. Buhrs cut from local stone were too soft to retain sharpening. The best material for making these buhrs was then obtainable only in France and had to be cut in segments to facilitate handling in shipment. In 1996, one of these made of cut and fitted granite, held together by a wide band of thick steel was being preserved on the patio south of the Burrer residence at 46 N. Columbus Street. The mate of the stone was in the custody of R.F.Sherfy. Gottlieb Jacob Burrer and Amy Ann Gammill Marry On May 26, 1875 Jakie and Amy Ann Gammill (whose genealogy is included in the appendix to this volume) married in her parents' home. Amy was born in Porter Township in 1858 and spent her life in this community. Her father Samuel Shriver Gammill built a house for them across from the mill on the south side of North Street designated as 46 North Columbus Street which has remained in the Burrer family. At the time the streets were not paved and there was an open ditch between the mill and the house. When the streets were paved a large tile covered with fill ran through this ditch to Prairie Run. The Sunbury Mill flourished in its new location. Farmers from miles around brought their grain by wagon or horseback and sometimes had to wait hours for their "turn." In 1886 the stone buhrs were replaced by steel roller mills. Soon thereafter "White Loaf Flour" and other milling products were being manufactured and shipped out of the area to various markets. Jakie's Brothers and Sisters After the death of their father and Sprague's becoming judge, the Burrer Brothers operated the mill-Jakie, John E. and 12-year-old Frank. As Jakie began to raise his own family, his brothers began to pursue other interests. John E. Burrer was more active in the bakery and the store. In 1893 at the age of 38, he married Margaret, daughter of Remolus Hyatt. Like John she had grown up in a log cabin located just west of 61, north of the intersection of State Route 3 [photo: Jakie and Amy Burrer] [photo: Jakie and Amy Burrer's Home 46 North columbus Street Sunbury, Ohio][corresponds to page 7 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families ] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 13) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d3b92c88e1a5c4a9810050c798552d3e.jpg 17cf25ac0990e05b37caa924adb232fa Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 14] [corresponds to page 7 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families ] THE VILLAGE OFFICIALS [photo: LLOYD M. BELL MAYOR] [photo: DR. W.O.PHILLIPS COUNCILMAN] [photo: HARVEY HUPP COUNCILMAN] [photo: W.M. KASSON COUNCILMAN] [photo: REV. JOS. LONG COUNCILMAN] [photo: JOHN E. BURRER COUNCILMAN] [photo: HARRY BELL TREASURER] [photo: S.ROSS BEST CLERK] [photo: LEWIS EVANS MARSHALL] [photo: MR. DAVIDSON STREET COMMISSIONER] 1906 Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 14) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/65969f6ae9d9f8429081d5ddc906deff.jpg 9302d66727afd141f25a7a3a5bdd2e93 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 15] [corresponds to page 8 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families ] and 36 in Sunbury. It too has been sided and plastered so no one knew it was a cabin. John E. and Margaret moved into rooms over the bakery and had three children: Esther (5-28-1894), Arthur Merton (8-1-1896) and Frank (6-28-1898). Parker Burrer often told the story of going to John's bakery and coming home with 6 large loaves of bread for only twenty-five cents. In 1899 this building and lot were sold to Mr. J. W. Barker who continued to operate the business there until he sold it in 1906 to Mr. C.A. Root who came from Pickaway County. Robert Gelston came to town and operated the business from 1913 to 1919 and lived in the building. In 1900 John E. purchased a flour and grist mill in Centerburg and moved his family there. Two more children were born: George Hyatt (May 10-1902) and Ralph Henry (10-12-1909). Business was good for the family in Centerburg. John E. became a councilman and prominent businessman. However the mill dust began to take its toll on him so in 1910 he sold the mill to his brother, Jakie, and moved to Delaware, Ohio, where he purchased a bakery on the north side of Winter Street on the corner of the first alley west of Bun's Restaurant and Bakery. They bought a home on West William Street. Unfortunately, the bakery in Delaware did not prove to be profitable and John E. became an engineer in a mill in Prospect, Ohio. His health again made him leave the mill profession, so he opened a delicatessen in Delaware which also failed to succeed. He moved his family to Westerville and set his youngest son, Ralph, up in the shoe business. At the age of 77, he passed away on December 24, 1932, and is buried in Sunbury Cemetery. His son, Ralph Henry, moved his shoe store to Delaware where it was very successful. He raised a family of four children (another died at birth) and passed away at age 66 in 1975. John's eldest child, Esther, retired from a lifetime as a school librarian, lived in Delaware. She told Carleton Burrer the family had a total of 75 cents to get started when they moved to Centerburg so many years before. Fredericka Burrer married Charles Crawford. They had no children. Nannie E. Burrer married Thomas R. Payne, son of Harrison and Adaline (Goodrich) Payne on June 21, 1879. Thomas was a hardware merchant in Sunbury. (See the Appendix of this book for more about this family.) Frank Burrer never married but continued to live with his mother and help with the operations in the mill. However, when his mother died August 29, 1901, he moved to Westerville, built a mill there and operated it until his death in December 27, 1942. The log- cabin home in Sunbury was [photo: Boys in the Burrer Living Room] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 15) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/046b872730548ae72a6c18bd743e16e6.jpg 2f59b66330ada772d6af91bad65b78b0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 16] [corresponds to page 9 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families ] deeded to A.D. Gammill on September 25. 1901. (Deed Record Vol. 116, page 106.) Jakie and Amy's Family Five boys were born to Gottlieb Jacob and Amy Burrer: Sprague Gammill (3-7-1876), Karl Ormand (8-22-1879), Paul Parker (June 6, 1886), Rudolph Odell (2-15-1888) and Gordon Jacob Burrer (2-2-1894). "At least no two were in diapers at the same time." commented Dilly. Sprague Gammill Burrer Sprague, the first born was named after the partner and then Probate Judge, F. B. Sprague. He was killed while playing in the mill. The following has been preserved in the Townley-Ports Scrapbook in the historical files at the Community Library. HORRIBLE ACCIDENT Caught on a Revolving Shaft and Thrashed to Death. Last Friday morning about 1 o'clock the terrible news flashed from mouth to mouth that Sprague Burrer, the 10 year old son of G.J. Burrer had been killed by machinery in his father's mill. We immediately went to the house and there in the mangled form of that child beheld the most horrible and sickening sight it has ever been out lot to witness. It seems that he with his brother, still younger, and two of S.S. Gammill's little boys were playing in the basement of the mill; and had put a string around the end of a shaft to see it wind up. When trying to get the string off, the shaft caught in his loose waist and wound it up in such a manner as to bring the shaft under his left arm, and there he whirled at the rate from 150 to 200 revolutions per minute, his feet striking four times every revolution, first against a sill overhead, then an upright beam, then the floor, and last against the corner of a rack suspended from the ceiling, breaking and tearing them off almost piece by piece and throwing a circle of blood and pieces of flesh on everything near. His father and uncle, John Burrer, were in the mill just above and hearing him striking against the floor thought some of the machinery had broken and both hurried down to see what it was, and not until they saw him in that horrible position did the awful truth dawn upon their minds with almost a paralyzing shock. The father rushed back to throw the belt from the pulley, and the other to the engine to stop it, then back again just as he [photo: Sprague Burrer] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 16) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b1879ece4fa2adca860416a79398b636.jpg 3fbbc67e81c8f561a8cf8ef9f6f77b42 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 17] [corresponds to page 10 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] was going around the last time. He tried to pull him off the shaft but could not until he turned him back three or four times to unwind his clothing. As he was being carried across the road he put his arms around his uncle and spoke for the first time sayin, "Oh, Uncle John!" and from that time on till he died, about five hours later he knew all that was being done. Drs. WIlliams and Mosher were immediately summoned and did everything in their power to relieve his suffering. On examination they found that both feet were torn off at the ankles, and were just hanging by a little flesh, the ribs on the left side were crushed in and some of them broken in several pieces. Stimulants were constantly given him but he did not rally and continued to grow weaker until about half past two o'clock when his spirit left the body and returned to God who gave it. All the assistance that could be rendered by sympathizing friends was kindly given the bereaved parents. The funeral was held at half past two o'clock at the M.E. Church Sunday afternoon, Rev. Jas. Matlock officiating. The church was crowded with the many friends who had assembled to pay their last tribute of respect, and almost as many remained outside the church." This incident must have truly scared Amy but she continued to allow the other boys to spend time in and around the mill throughout their childhood and teen years. Knowing the perils of childhood around such a mass of unprotected drive belts, pulleys, sprockets, gears, clutches, engines fly-wheels, rotating, shaking and reciprocating machinery, it is indeed a miracle that all of the other boys were not injured. Community Activities Early in their married life, G.J. and Amy became interested in the Baptist Church and took an active part in it. Their names appear in the church records for the building of a parsonage (still used in 1996) and again in the replacement of the old church building with the new brick structure in 1907. Indeed, one young man from the community received enough encouragement from them to continue his studies for the ministry and became prominent in the field. G.J. and Amy saw to it that all their boys attended Sunday School and Church regularly. Although Amy wasn't a great cook, her husband would send the farmers waiting for their grain to the house for a bite. Amy probably fed them pancakes from the mill's own pancake flour. Amy was known for beans! When her life was too [photo: Amy and Gordon Burrer] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 17) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8109ed664d24f9346f839377ebb4abed.jpg 79108fe90cc1c1960cbb954d5dd7180f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 18] [corresponds to page 11 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] busy to cook-such as washday-she cooked beans. When she was busy calling on the new folks in town with her friend, Pearle Whitney, she cooked beans. Like many people from her generation, Amy was very frugal. Her philosophy was to waste nothing. Most people who burned coal had it delivered to the house where it slid down a coal chute, through a basement window, into the coal cellar. If Amy was out walking after the coal deliveries and saw coal lying on the ground, she would pick it up, put it in her purse, and add it to her household supply when she got home. Louise Sheets used to come spend a week with her Aunt Amy each summer. Since Amy only had boys, she treated Louise like royalty. Each visit they went shopping and Louise got a store-bought dress, a real treat since her mother made her clothes. Later Louise Sheetes owned her own clothing store, The Litte Shoppe, facing the east side of Sunbury Square. Jakie did not approve of Amy's two fun loving brothers, who managed to get into trouble. One time one brother, who had a wooden leg, drove his buggy into some wires after drinking and had to have his leg replaced. Someone stole something from the other brother and he found out who did it. He took matters into his own hands and went to the party's house where he broke in and stole his things back. Unfortunately, he got caught and had to serve a sentence. Jakie decided the uncles were a bad influence on his boys and refused to allow them to be associated with his brothers-in-law. [photo: Flouring Mill and Home of G.J. Burrer in 1909] Electricity Comes to Sunbury Carleton Burrer wrote the following account for Sunbury's Sesquicentennial book of the coming of electricity to Sunbury. Soon after 1900, electricity was becoming popular and useful in cities and the Burrer boys (Karl, Parker, Rudolph and Gordon and their father Jakie) recognized the advantages and convenience this new energy could provide if made available in the village. Steam pressure built up in the boilers to operate the mill during the day, could not be utilized and therefor wasted after the mill shut down in the evening. Realizing that this power was already available, they purchased and installed a belt driven 'Dynamo' Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 18) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2e8dc92c0d2a3ae1c284efeecbcd2b4a.jpg 00753e52ac5265913915e336962a8c5e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 19] [corresponds to page 12 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] to make electricity for use in the mill and to distribute throughout the village. A few lights were strung around the engine room and in the mill. Wires were run to the house and across the street to the Methodist Church (then located across North Columbus Street from the mill) which was one of the first customers. Then as fast as the boys could recruit 'knowledgeable' help, lines were extended to other nearby buildings and houses. Wires were extended along the streets and across back lots as more and more citizens determined that electricity was practical and 'here to stay' and therefore they should have it. "The Blakely-Williams Store at the corner of Vernon and Cherry Streets was the first mercantile building to have the new lights. Mrs. Kimball, the banker's wife, already having the finest gas light fixtures then available had the electricity installed just to run her water pump. In the beginning and for sometime thereafter, service was provided from dusk until midnight, and if something went wrong, there would be no electricity at all." Dilly told how Jakie determined when it was time to turn off the electricity. Each night he would take a page from an old Bible which was coming unbound and head to the mill. When he finished reading the page, Jakie would turn off the electricity for the town. One night, Joe Landon had a hot appendix which needed to be removed. The electricity had already been cut off for the night when the doctor knocked on Jakie's door and asked to have it turned on so he could operate. Jakie fired the mill and the entire town was bathed in light while the doctor operated on Joe on the Landon's kitchen table at 52 Otis Street. Joe gave Jakie the credit for saving his life. "Soon the first street lights were installed, one on each corner of the square and one at the mill. These were of the carbon-arc type and produce a very brilliant, although flickering light. Gas street lights were previously used and Charlie Gaylord, who lived just south of the Baptist Church, had the job to light them each night. He had a long pole with a taper and a key on the end to open the valve and ignite the gas. Turning them off required another trip around the square for Charlie. "It wasn't long before the need for longer hours of elecrtic service and enlargement of the generating facilities became necessary. The wood fueled boilers were no longer capable of supplying the demand. To correct the situation, provide for future increases and more flexible operation, the steam power was abandoned and two stationery, internal combustion engines were installed. They were natural-gas fueled and water-cooled. One was a 2-cylinder with 25-horsepower and the other 3-cylinder with 35 hp. Both were manufactured by Reeves and were joined together with [photo: G.J. 'Jakie' Burrer] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 19) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f1900ff732c66975ea6529e68ce086b2.jpg a16fcf6bc93d64ce53d7371061d77cc9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 20] [corresponds to page 13 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] a system of line-shafting, belts, and clutches so that either or both engines could be used to drive the mill machinery and/or the generator as desired. One of the first 'two-phased' generators to be used in this area was secured and installed by the Erner & Hopkins Electric Company of Columbus. The installation was supervised by M.A. (Milt) Pixley of Ohio State football fame, this being his first such undertaking as an Electrical Engineer. [photo: Employees of the Mill outside the south door: Charles Draper, Marion Parks Jesse Doane and K.O.Burrer] "The engine room was enlarged and covered with a poured-concrete and steel roof. Arches to support the roof were made from structural members obtained from a steel bridge then being replaced along the Croton Road (Hartford Road). "Large pressure tanks were installed for the storage of compressed air, necessary for use in starting the engines. A concrete 'pool' or open tank, was constructed in the outside area at the rear of the buildings and the necessary piping installed to circulate water for cooling the engines. "This new system was very satisfactory for a few years until the electrical 'load' again called for more capacity. A 6-hp, 2-cylinder Westinghouse engine and an additional belt-driven generator were installed and the earlier equipment was retained for stand-by and peak load assistance.... "The final modernization of the electric plant at the mill was accomplished with the installation of a still larger generator and exciter. This was direct-connected to a 90hp Anderson Oil Engine and its output fed into a new and larger switchboard. This engine was of a new and improved type, utilizing the "Diesel' method of fuel injection and combustion. No spark plugs or ignition system was needed, but to start the engine one had to use a blow-torch to heat special firing pins red hot, before applying the compressed air to 'turn it over.' If the plugs cooled too Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 20) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f45d83159515d4494938ef38f42a52d1.jpg c44f1c7ec9893baa4e926688426bc141 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 21] [corresponds to page 14 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] much before the air could be applied, the injected oil spray would fail to ignite and the engine would not start. It would then be necessary to reheat the plugs and start over again. Once started, however, the plugs would stay hot and although the engine had only two cylinders, the flywheels were very large and heavy thus enabling it to provide exceptionally smooth and efficient power with no noticeable flickering of lights. With the old system it was a common occurrence for the lights to dim down and frequently go completely out. Whenever that happened one would hear the expression - "Jakie's belt's slippin." It was rumored that 'certain small boys' of the day, found ways to make a belt 'fly-off' at the most inopportune times. This not only caused Jakie considerable consternation and exasperation but was a great inconvenience to the citizenry to have to sit in the dark during some community gathering while he or one of the boys put the belt back on the pulleys and got things going again. The patrons and operator of the early movie theatre would be especially unhappy about it. One can imagine how unreliable electric clocks would have been had they been available." "Just prior to the early 1920's, demand for electrical energy began to develop in the rural areas and small, individual light plants were becoming popular. The names "Delco-Light" and Lalley-Light" appeared in the farm journals and electrical 'trade' papers. Recognizing an opportunity to expand in an allied business, the mill operators formed the Ohio Lalley Light Co., and established sales offices on North Sandusky Street in Delaware and on the North High Street viaduct in Columbus. Their franchise encompassed the central Ohio area and installations were made and services provided as far away as Marysville and Bellefountaine. The 'plants' and batteries were purchased in carload lots and business flourished for a few years. ... "Electrical equipment manufacturers developed 32 volt, direct-current appliances and motors for use on these systems and such items as fans, vacuum sweepers, toasters and irons as well as water pumps and washing machines became available. Due to the fact that very heavy wires were required to 'carry' the current for more than very short distances, it was impractical to attempt to use more than just a few lights in outlying buildings. "The small light plants and the batteries themselves were also incapable of supplying current for very heavy loads, except for short periods of time. The lady-of-the house, therefore had to be sure that on ironing day, too much current would not be needed for other purposes and that the storage batteries were in good condition and well charged. "Westinghouse and Delco (and perhaps others) later produced instant- start systems which generated 110 volts. Whenever a light was turned on or a motor connected, the generator would start and keep running until current was no longer needed. This seemed like a good idea but was short lived because at about the time of the introduction of these systems, power companies were beginning to offer contracts for service and to extend their lines into the more thickly populated rural areas where Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 21) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6c9de91732ede11063b08643ab5242cb.jpg 78b8be0dac6f0a453704f22a9c108fa2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 22] [corresponds to page 15 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] farmsteads were close enough together to justify the cost of the extensions. Connections to these lines could be purchased on the basis of a construction cost of about $2400.00 per mile of line. This cost was divided by the number of customers per mile. Of course, those most anxious to get the service usually divided up the cost per mile and authorized construction, by passing those along the way who could not or would not share the cost. Contracts were usually drawn, however, so that after a specified time, additional connections could be purchased at a reduced rate and after an additional length of time, taps could be obtained free. Even though initial contracts were expensive, the former light plant owners were glad to subscribe because their existing wiring could be used with, usually, no revision and inconvenience and cost of maintaining the private system was forever eliminated. "Expansion of these power companies quickly eliminated the market for its products and services and The Ohio Lalley Light Co., was forced to liquidate its stock of plants, parts and equipment. "In 1925-6, the Suburban Power Company with headquarters in Utica, Ohio, offered to purchase the generating equipment at the mill and the distribution and metering facilities from the mill owners and made arrangements to secure current for resale from the Columbus Railway Power and Light Co., whose recently constructed transmission line crossed the Granville Road near the Big Walnut Creek. Their line was then serving Westerville, Centerburg and Croton. The generating equipment and two of the engines at the mill, being no longer needed, were then dismantled and sold for use in other areas, leaving only the two Reeves gas engines to operate the mill. The Suburban Company then opened an operating headquarters and an appliance store in the glazed tile business building, later designated as 17 E. Granville Street (and torn down in 1982 for the parking lot at the Municipal Building). Sales people, line construction engineers, and construction men operating from there extended the distribution system very rapidly and appliance sales were promoted." "Carleton recalled the first electric ironer (a Thor) was purchased by Phoebe (Mrs. Henry S.) Cook. She was then operating a rooming house at her residence on the west side of the square and wanted to iron her linen. In that same year, Rudolph Burrer purchased the first household refrigerator, a Kelvinator with a wood-frame cabinet. The installation was made for his mother at their home on North Columbus Street. At that time it was considered advisable to install motor and compressor in the basement to avoid the operating noise and improve efficiency. An engineer came over from Utica to do the work. The refrigerant used was sulphur dioxide and any gas leak which developed would evacuate the household in short order." Let's leave Carleton's account of Sunbury's electrical progress and see how this impacted the family. With the Burrer family on the cutting edge of the new technologies, they were able to bring a new way of life to the community. Individual members of the family were looked upon to serve on various civic and educational committees. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 22) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/97b9826d9283a12724b12a248eda1ede.jpg 08fe29c25206701ae6f1b63176c1743b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 23] [corresponds to page 16 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Clifton, a community resort about a mile north of town on the Big Walnut Creek. [photo: The Burrers at Camp Clifton July 1909 Mr. and Mrs G. J, Burrer, Mr. and Mrs. Parker Burrer, Mr. and Mrs. K.O. Burrer, Rudolph Burrer, Gordon Burrer] [photo: Swimming at Camp Clifton's Fern Bank Mr. Cockrell unknown, Mrs. Cockrell, Dr. Gerhardt, Mrs. Sedgwick, Mrs, Marshall Smith, Mrs. Amy Burrer] [photo: Camp Picture on July 30, 1911 K.O. is the second man from the left in back. Daisy is 4th seated lady from left. Carleton is on her lap. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 23) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e00ed9d5e4a3a8a0a0837cc5d082f242.jpg 86dc029bca91f24870472885f44bff62 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 24] [corresponds to page 17 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] As the young men grew into adults, the family flourished. Although the rigors of a family owned and operated business left them little free time, the family did actively take part in church activities and spent time each summer at camp. Camp Clifton flourished from the turn of the century until the 1920's. Consisting of cabins, community kitchen with cooks, a dining room, and of course a swimming hole, the camp made a perfect get-away from summer heat for those who could afford the luxury. When it was no longer an exclusive resort, it continued to be used for civic events such as Sunday School picnics, and a cook- out spot for hikers. The Burrer family made good use of these facilities as shown in these photographs. Mr. and Mrs. G. J. Burrer Celebrate Fiftieth Wedding Anniversary On May the twenty sixth eighteen hundred and seventy five a group of friends assembled at the home of Mr. and Mrs. S. Gammill to witness the wedding of their daughter Amy Ann Gammill and Gottleib Burrer and on Tuesday evening may twenty-five, five of the original wedding party with sixty relatives and friends were entertained by the bride and groom of fifty years ago, at their home in Columbus street in honor of their Golden Wedding Anniversary. Mrs. Burrer was born in Porter Townshp in 1858 and has spent her life in the community. Mr. Burrer was born in Wittenberg, Germany in August 1848 and came to this country with his parents, when five years old. Located at Sunbury in 1872, he entered the milling business and has been a very successful miller, giving all his personal attention to this work, retiring only a few years ago. Their sons, K. O. Burrer and P. P. Burrer continuing in the business so well established by their father. R. O. Burrer, assistant cashier of Farmer's Bank of Sunbury, Gordon J, Burrer of Huntington, W. Va., of two grandsons, Carleton Sperry Burrer and Gerald Jacob Burrer, one grand daughter, Barbara Burrer, are the members of the immediate family. Mr. and Mrs. Burrer and their entire family are members of the Sunbury Baptist Church and the Masonic organizations of the city. Yellow candles and draperies decorated the dining room, the same color scheme being carried out in the refreshments, most appropriate for the Golden anniversary. Mr. and Mrs. D. H. Davis sang two numbers that were greatly appreciated. Several beautiful and useful remembrances were presented the host and hostess, which will bring back memories of a happy occasion for many years to come. Mr. and Mrs. J. Rowe, Mrs. A. R. Sheets and Mrs. Aloia Barber, who were present at the wedding fifty years ago, and the following guests registered in a yellow guest book. Dr. and Mrs. H. J. Powell of Bowling Green, Marshall Smith, Mr. Harold Smith, Mrs. L. R. Smith. Mrs. Wendell Miller, Mr, and Mrs. Charles Druggan, Mr. and Mrs. James Cockrell, and Mr. and Mrs. William Moore of Columbus, Mr. and Mrs. Arch Gammill, Westerville, Mr. and Mrs. P. W. Gage, Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Snider, Delaware, Mr. and Mrs. P. P. Burrer, Gerald Burrer and Barbara Burrer, Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Gammill of Centerburg, Mr. and Mrs. H. s. Cook, Mr. and Mrs. O. A. Kimball, Mr. and Mrs. A. C. Williams, Mr. and Mrs. C. M. Wheaton, Miss Myrtle Mosher, Mr. and Mrs. K. O. Burrer, Mrs. Anna Blakeley, Mr. and Mrs. D. H Davis, Dr. and Mrs. J. H. Gerhardt, Miss Louise Sheets, George sheets, Mrs. Louise Sedgwick, Mr. and Mrs. I. T. sperry, Mrs. A. Barber, Mr. and Mrs. W. T. Kuhlman, Mrs. Etta Davidson, Mrs. Adelaide Lott, Mr. John Gammill of Centerburg, Mrs. Hazel Davidson, Mrs. Ersel Farris, and Mr. and Mrs. O. W. Whitney. Amy and Gottlieb Jacob celebrated fifty years of marriage on the 26th of May, 1925. He was to die before the next anniversary. Jakie Burrer Dies In 1926, Jakie was attacked with influenza which was followed by sleeping sickness which resulted in a peaceful sleep from which there was not awakening. Jakie's obituary in The Sunbury News of February 18, 1926, says "he was a man who attended strictly to his own business thus building a large acquaintanceship, and a wide circle of friends." He is "leaving the business which daily manufactured a product which shall stand as a monument to the life of a Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 24) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/138ed4c77d8646fafa245e1dfb46c42f.jpg d57e44fe250d9cf8373ff5827168814a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 25] [corresponds to page 18 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] man who built for Sunbury and community." Aside from his business and the church, G.J. always found time to lend assistance to the welfare of the town. He served as village councilman, was elected to the Board of Education several times, and took an active role on all proposed movements to make the town a better place for its inhabitants. At his death, G. J. was one of the oldest members of Sparrow Lodge No. 400 F. & A. M., a member of the Masonic Veterans Association, and Charter member of Columbis Chapter No. 33, O.E.S. He was director and vice-president of the Farmers Bank of Sunbury at the time of his death. He left a void in the family which had relied on him for guidance and looked up to him as a role model. Grandson Carleton never forgot the suit Jakie bought for him. Electric Story Continues Before we look at each of the sons, let's continue on with Carleton's electric story. "Rudolph and Gordon and left the mill by the time their father died leaving the business in the hands of Karl and Parker." Many older residents told Carleton of the humming of the machinery and the chugging of the gas engines exhausted into the tall smokestack. They recalled the operations continuing, night and day, for weeks on end, during World War I when flour and other food products were urgently needed for the war effort." Early in world War I, during the Belgian Relief Program under the direction of Herbert Hoover, much White Loaf Flour was sent by G. J. Burrer & Sons to Europe in sturdy linen bags." The story goes that in Belgium many were jobless, including the embroidery workers who had no orders and no material on which to work. The Gugenheim warehouse in Charleroi was full of embroidery thread. Alice Aron Gugenmeim (1872- 1955) conceived the idea of using the flour sacks. There was no bleach available to remove the printing so the needle-factory workers, school-girls, and even ladies of high social rank covered it with exquisite stitchery. These sacks were then used to cover lampshades, waste baskets, tea- cozies, make school smocks, pillow covers, et., The items were sold in a shop on a prominent street in Brussels [photo: Flour Sack with Embroidery] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 25) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0c01625bd1ed41e4b6283f1bead5da0a.jpg 8ca776fecf8b963ad42eacd4e3708c33 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 26] [corresponds to page 19 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] 5 LBS. NET WEIGHT [image: Sunbury Mills The Famous White Loaf Flour Since 1872 Bleached MANUFACTURED BY G. J. BURRER CO. SUNBURY-CONDIT-CENTERBURG MT. LIBERTY, OHIO.] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 26) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c454c6849c28e246ee90f272df5b9a76.jpg 74fab62c1ffd32afbb7e44372f49c2c9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 27] [corresponds to page 20 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] and yielded tens of thousands of gold-standard francs to the Belgium Relief. Carleton tells that, "In appreciation, some of the Belgium women and children embroidered, and therefore colorfully decorated five hundred of these bags from various manufacturers and sent them to Mr. Hoover. A number of them, including one of the most colorful ones from the old mill in Sunbury, are on permanent display at the Hoover Institution on War, Revolution and Peace (The Hoover Peace Tower), Stanford University, Palo Alto, California. Some of the sacks are also at the Herbert Hoover Presidential Library, West Branch, Iowa. Later Charlotte Burrer in Cincinnatti made a replica for the Burrer family of the flour sack which is now in the Community Library archives. Thus a small town industry took part in an important world humanitarian undertaking. [image: A needle used to sew the flour sacks at the mill. It is shown actual size.] "During the depression, 1929 through the early 1930's, a local Farmers' Co-Operative organization was formed and the Condit (which burned in January 1996), and Sunbury Elevators were constructed and operated by them. After a short time it was determined that the interests of the community could best be served by combining the various facilities operating in the area. A stock company, The G.J. Burrer Mill & Elevator Co., was formed. "In addition to the two new elevators, the Sunbury and Centerburg mills and the property in Mt. Liberty were acquired and operated Farmers' Co-Operative. Headquarters were set up in office space newly prepared at the Sunbury elevator and the mill office closed except as needed for a branch operation. "As the years passed the market for locally produced flour and allied milling products rapidly diminished. As communications and transportation [photo: The Sunbury Elevator on South Vernon Street. Company known as G.J. Burrer Mill & Elevator Co. Photo circa. 1940] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 27) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dc2c9a1f138f0f10bb4ca8708841535a.jpg 9056838ffb6e2ee28ed292a24ac776d0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 28] [corresponds to page 21 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] improved the large midwestern mills began to advertise their products and quickly took the place of the small producers. Farmers no longer brought their grists to be ground or traded for flour and meal, but shipped their grain to Chicago, Toledo and other large midwestern markets for cash and then purchased specialized cooking and baking needs at the stores. Commercially baked bread and biscuits, for which White Loaf and Tip-Top Flour became locally famous as ingredients, disappeared from the scene. "Electric motors replaced natural-gas engines. These motors could be started and stopped more conveniently and required practically no maintenance. A motor driven commercial feed grinder was installed, together with mixing machinery and equipment and an addition built on the mill to house it. Formulas were developed, mixing ingredients procured and a line of commercially prepared feeds was manufactures and sold under the trade name of 'Burco.' Small mixing and automatic packaging was installed and a new product called Red-A-Mix Pancake flour marketed in the areas. This was a good idea and the product gained considerable acceptance until the larger processors entered the field. "The milling machinery was kept in tack although seldom used except for procession of small specialized orders. The building area which had been used for storage of milling products was now holding commercial feeds, and the heavy-walled bins which had stored wheat, oats, rye, and barley for milling purposes were being used to collect and store grain for shipment to market. [photo: Burrer Mill Barn on North Street] "In about 1944, Karl Burrer, President of the Corporation and Manager of the operations of various properties, was injured in an accident at the elevator in Sunbury. In consideration of the possibility that he might not be able to continue with active participation in the business, the stockholders decided to dispose of the assets and in 1945 transferred ownership of the properties to the then recently organized Delaware County Farm Bureau. In the dissolution of the corporation, Parker Burrer retained the facility in Centerburg. Milling of flour was, of course, discontinued there as in Sunbury, many years ago. "The new owners, unable to foresee any future need for the mill property, offered it for sale. The machinery and engines were dismantled and disposed of, the old stone walled and concrete-roofed engine room Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 28) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6b8ddb1f18860c0d9f51d1fd8602530e.jpg f79c4463d4af487fa0213fb8a9344c5c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 29] [corresponds to page 22 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] was torn down and the tall, brick smokestack felled and demolished. The heavy timbered frame building and storage bins were razed and the property passed into other hands. In 1966 fragments of the walls of the 'pool' and the frame building at the rear of 46 North Columbus Street were all that remained of the old mill." [photo: The Barn in 1991] This frame building (known as the Burrer barn) once housed the horses and wagons used for transportation and later converted into garage space for the chain-driven, solid-tired Republic truck. The top floor of this building was subsequently used as a loft for storing hay for the horses and later provided storage for commercial feeds. In 1917 the Republic was exchanged for a 4- cylinder, flat-bed Packard truck, also with solid tires but without the chain-drive to the rear wheels. It was purchased with a cowl and dash only, and a special weathertight cab with sliding doors was manufactured for it and installed in Columbus." [photo: Burrer Mill 2 1/2 ton, 4 cylinder Packard Truck with solid rubber wheels and sliding cab doors was made in Columbus, Ohio. Mill workers are Karl Burrer, Charles Draper, Jesse Doane, and Marion Parks.] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 29) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/49e3294db8a7a89bc3361d71d5206034.jpg f3dd653b6fde90bfcca221ef2e7b55f2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 30] [corresponds to page 23 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: JAKIE'S SURVIVING SONS Gordon Jacob Burrer Rudolph Odell Burrer Paul Parker Burrer Karl Ormand Burrer] [photo: Amy Gammil Burrer surrounded by her sons: Parker, Gordon, Karl, Rudolph] [photo: Karl Burrer with Horse "Bashful" Rudy Burrer at the car in front of Jakie's Barn July 1909. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 30) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/24e3a41833b43b1507f879f2f5491212.jpg 9344a5ada3e4dcc394eb7c11e6826a22 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 31] [corresponds to page 24 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Karl Ormand Burrer] Karl Ormand Burrer Karl, the oldest of the surviving boys, attained the highest degree of formal education. Following graduation from Sunbury High School, he went to Denison University in Granville, Ohio. During one of his winter vacations home from college, his brothers, Parker and Rudy, were looking for fun at their brother's expense and they convinced Karl to sit on a sled at the top of the hill behind the house. The boys had greased the runners under the sled so when they pushed it, the sled went so fast it could not be controlled thus the sled and Karl went through the back of a shed at the foot of the hill. While he was still in college, he took a year off to help with installation and initial wiring for the first electricity in Sunbury. He then returned to Granville to complete his education. He and other students undertook, and completed a project of wiring a new science building and laboratory then being constructed at the university. In the early 1960's one of Sunbury's local contractors, doing some remodeling at Denison, removed a partition and found a copy of The Sunbury News lodged in the partition. It had been sent to Karl by his father while Karl was a student and apparently it was accidently left behind during the construction of the building. Karl graduated from Denison University Class of 1902-3 and taught there for a period. Soon after 1900, the family installed a 'Dynamo' to make electricity for use in the mill and to distribute throughout the village. Karl was persuaded to remain home and supervise the operations. Thus the beginning of the end of his teaching career. Karl had dated a doctor's daughter from Galena for many years and everyone thought they would marry. The girl's mother let it be known her daughter had a bad back and would be unable to scrub clothes over a washboard. Amy heard this and proceeded to stop the romance. She wanted her sons to marry healthy women, preferably with money. At the Sunbury Baptist Church, Karl met Daisy Sperry who accompanied her family to church each Sunday in a horse and buggy. Daisy was the only daughter of Isaac T. and Sophronia (Cummins) [photo: K.O. Burrer] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 31) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/40078f42f91ef649fe14e98626f6fbd3.jpg 5bef3ae99e9b7b7b958627e8c31fc55e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 32] [corresponds to page 25 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Physic and Chemistry Lab at Denision University in Granville Ohio, early 1900's. The Instructor, Professor K.O. Burrer, is the second from the left.] [photo: Professors and students wiring the Science Building at Denison University for electricity. Professors Chamberlain and K.O. Burrer are at the far right. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 32) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/32f7aa43b8fb6d50aaea640a42c5704e.jpg 4d1607726765314ff63422ccdda4a620 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 33] [corresponds to page 26 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Sperry who operated a farm south of Berkshire, near Rome Corners. Isaac was the son of Albert and Matilda Vernon Sperry, and grandson of Jacob and Mary Wilson Sperry, a well- to-do- farmer in Utica. Jacob and Mary gave each of their children a home and $40,000. The couple were returning from Mt. Vernon where they went to buy a large print Bible when their buggy was struck by a train. Mary died instantly and Jacob a couple of weeks later. More on this family is in the appendix. [photo: Daisy Sperry teaching piano to Bertha Church who became Mrs. Leroy Gill] Albert Sperry was also thrifty and provided well for his family. He bought each of his four sons a 100 acre farm. Isaac sold his farm and moved to Rome Corners, south of Berkshire Later he purchased a second farm on the same road. Times were good and he bought a third farm north of Berkshire Corners. [photo: Old Berkshire M. E. Church and School Daisy Sperry attended.] Daisy had gone to Rome School, Sunbury High School, the Ohio Wesleyan University in Delaware. She also had post graduate work in music at Denison. She met Amy's daugher-in-law requirements. Karl and Daisy married December 30, 1908, in her parents home, a large brick house just north of the Corners in Berkshire. The couple lived there with her parents. On November 9, 1909, their son, Carleton Sperry Burrer, was born. When he could be spared from the family business, Karl moved his family to the University of Wisconsin at Madison where he completed a Masters Degree in Electrical Engineering and did some part-time teaching. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 33) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e38c2f8bd75dfd7b4efdca9fb00015cb.jpg 274138472aa16efd9fa6d1b1197db875 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 34] [corresponds to page 27 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Beautiful Home Wedding. Miss Daisy Sperry Becomes The Bride of Mr. Karl O. Burrer. On the thirtieth of December, as the old year 1908 was beginning to wane, one of the prettiest weddings of the holiday season was solemnized when the only daughter of Mr and Mrs Isaac T. Sperry became the wife of Mr Karl O. Burrer, a promising young instructor in Wisconsin State University. The large and spacious home of the bride was artistically decorated green and white being the predominating color. An improvised alter was ar- ranged in the front parlor where, from a group of potted plants arose a prettily constructed arch made of cedar from which was suspended a white wedding ball. Promplty at 2:30 o'clock, when the guests numbering about seventy were assembled, Miss Lucile Campbell of Mt Vernon, a cousin of the bride, play Mendelssohn's wedding march, accompanied on the cornet by Prof Ed. Wing, also a cousin of the bride, Then Miss Edith Bell of Mt Vernon sang very sweetly and impressively the hymn, "Oh, Love Divine" As the strains of the wedding march were re- resumed, the Bridal party descended the stairs, advanced through the long hall, and entered the parlor through the rear door. First in order came the ushers, Mr. Harold Bell of Mt. Vernon and Mr. Albert Lindsay of Barb [illegible] Then came Miss Nora Wing of Mt Ver- non, the maid of honor, followed by Miss Mary Palmerton of Granville, the bride's maid. The bride then appeared on the arm of her father, and was at the alter by the room; accompanied by his best man, Mr. Randolph [illegible] brother of the groom. T [illegible] was performed by Rev. G [illegible] Granville O, a former college [illegible] the [illegible] and pastor for a [illegible] of both bride and groom, at the Baptist Church of Sunbury, having officiated at the baptismal service of the groom. [photo: Karl Ormand and Daisy Sperry Burrer Wedding, December 30, 1908] The bride was beautifully gowned in white embroidered net over cream satin, with lace trimmings and carried a cluster of bride's roses. Miss Nora Wing wore white net over white silk, and carried a boquet of white carna- tions. Miss Mary Palmerton wore white silk, and carried a shower of maiden hair fern. Immediately after the ceremony a wedding luncheon was served. The back parlor and adjoining room across the large ball were transformed into a large dining hall; the tables were graced with carnations, narcissus and ferns. At two large tables were seated the bridal party numbering ten and immediate members of the bride and groom's family together with the of- ficiating clergy and his wife. The bride is a graduate of Ohio Wes- leyan University class of '02 and was also a student in music at Denison Uni- versity for a short time. Since her graduation, she has been a successful teacher of music in this vicinity and was highly esteemed by all who knew her The groom, the eldsest son of G J. Burrer, proprietor of Sunbury flour ing mill, is a graduate of Denison Uni- versity, Granville, O., of the class of '02; was prominent in college circles, being an instructor in the college after his graduation for three years and a member of the Phi Gamma Delta fra- ternity. In 1908 he went to Madison Wisconsin, and has since been a stu dent of Electrical Engineering in the State University, and is at present em ployed as instructor in that department. Mr and Mrs Burrer left Wednesday evening for a short wedding trip through parts of interest in Michigan and on Jan. 5th Prof. Burrer will re- sume his duties in the University in Madison. After Feb 20th, Mr and Mrs Burrer will be at home to their friends at 228 Longdon St., Madison, Wis. and the best wishes of all for a bright and happy future will be with them in their future home. The out of town guests were as fol- lows:_H. E. Bell, Edith C. Bell, Mrs Annie Bell, Mr and Mrs Will Wing, Miss Nora and Mr Ed. Wing. Mr. Ed. Campbell, Mr and Mrs Hugh Campbell, Miss Lucile Campbell from Mt Vernon; Mr. and Mrs B. P. Benton, Mr and Mrs D. D. Crawford of Delaware; Mr and Mrs E Smith, Mrs Elvira Smith, Mr and Mrs M. Cummings, Mr and Mrs M Smith, Mr and Mrs C. Druggan of Co lumbus; Mr and Mrs Watterman of Chicago; Mr and Mrs G. R. Dye and Miss Mary Palmerton of Granville; Mr and Mrs Geo Smith, Mr and Mrs E H. Lindsey of Mansfield; Mr Albert Lind- [illegible] Mr [illegible] R Sperry, Mrs Ella Wornstaff of Ashley; Mrs Martha Ball of Newark Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 34) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/53f3a845b6e50c4856d5ada120e79e1b.jpg c6072ff86ef9bd302042cc686c4a816b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 35] [corresponds to page 28 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] RECEIVED MANY PRESENTS. Following is the list of presents received at the Sperry-Burrer wedding at Berkshire, an account of which appeared in our issue of Tuesday: Mr. and Mrs. G.J. Burrer, Sunbury, O.- 1 set of silver forks, 1 set of silver knives, 1 set of sterling silver spoons, Rogers Bros. make. Mr. and Mrs. Hults and daughter, Sunbury - 1 set of sterling silver tea spoons. Wm. Wing and wife, Nora, Ed., Mt. Vernon, O.- set of sterling silver spoons. Mr. and Mrs. Chesley Wornstaff, Ashley, O.- set of sterling silver teaspons. Mr. and Mrs. Al Sheets and daughter Louise, Delaware - set of bouillon spoons. Mr. and Mrs. S.S. Gamil, Sunbury- set of silver Table spoons. Mr. and Mrs. Parker Burrer, Sunbury - silver sugar shell. Mrs. Sarah Pettibone, Columbus - sterling silver tea spoons. Mr. and Mrs. Harry Finch - silver meat fork. Clement L. Waldron - silver meat fork. Mr. and Mrs. Elmore Lindsey and J. V. Sperry and Albert Lindsey of Mansfield, O.- silver vegetable dish. Mrs. O. K. Armstrong, Sunbury - pair silver napkin rings. Mr. and Mrs. E.R. Sperry, Ashley - silver celery dish. Mr. and Mrs. Charles Sperry, Ashley - cut glass deep dish. Mr. and Mrs. E.J. Smith, Columbus - cut glass deep dish. Mr. and Mrs. Ed Campbell, Mt. Vernon, O.- cut glass sugar and creamer. Mr. and Mrs. I. T. Sperry, father and mother of the bride - set of silver knives and forks, Roger Bros. Mr. and Mrs. Hugh Campbell and Lucille, Mt. Vernon - cut glass water pitcher. Mrs. Edwin Bell and family, Mt. Vernon - cut glass tumblers. Mrs. Alvira Thrall Smith, Columbus - cut glass vase. Mrs. Geo. Smith, Mansfield - cut glass syrup dish. Miss Marie Roof, Sunbury - cut glass olive dish. Mr. and Mrs. Watterman, Chicago, Ill. - set etched glasses. Mr. and Mrs. Sumner Druggan, Columbus - doz. etched glasses. Mr. and Mrs. Burton Benton, Delaware - gold embossed jelly stand. Mr. and Mrs. Marsh Smith, Columbus - gold embossed candelabrum. Mr. Chas. L. Herrick, Chicago, Ill. - silver paper knife. Mr. W.E. Forsythe, Madison, Wis. - set of elk horn carving knives. Mr. and Mrs. Harry Fleckner, Sunbury - china hand-painted tea pot, sugar and creamer. Aunt Christian Crawford, Delaware - china hand-painted and embossed salad bowl. Dr. and Mrs. Gerhardt, Sunbury - hand- painted china vase. Mr. and Mrs. C. E. Gamel, Pauline - linen drawn work center piece. Mr. and Mrs. Sam'l Barr, Canton, O. - Battenburg dresser scarf. Mr. and Mrs. M.D. Cummings, Columbus - 1 embroidered linen lunch cloth. Aunt Fred and Uncle Charley Rice, Westerville - drawn linen lunch cloth. Mrs. Watson Sperry Campbell, Philadelphia -pair linen towels. Mattie Hall, Newark - book, white binding. title What Is Worth While. Mr. and Mrs. E. R.Smith, Columbus - hand-painted picture. Mr. and Mrs. Alonzo Knox, Sunbury - Photos. Mr. and Mrs. S. R. Walker, Sunbury - pair of hand-painted salts. Rev. and Mrs. G. R. Dye, Granville - ornament from Bethlehem. Miss Mary Palmerton, Granville - hand- painted panel picture Prof. Chamberlain, Vassar College, Chicago, picture Happy Valley Road by. Frank V. Cummings, Columbus - Five dollars. Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Rineheardt, Seattle, Wash. - Pearl Handled silver butter knife. Father and mother of the bride - one hundred dollars. Mr. Ernest Gamel. Sunbury - hand painted olive dishes, rose and gold decorated. Rev. and Mrs. W. N. Ferris, Howel, Mich. - Photos. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 35) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/86cfba9350fa060ea0d8def54ab502ce.jpg 15ee65f90e10af0ec824f08991a333cb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 36] [corresponds to page 29 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Burrers Lived in the Langdon House] [photo: The Parlor] Karl Burrers in Madison, Wisconsin [photo: Bedroom] [photo: Karl and Daisy] [photo: Carleton Sat Still 8 Seconds for this Picture!] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 36) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b7f7f165c8b584bae4096b761120374e.jpg 21a7b5e094d4fc7a0b6e36b722a8bd30 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 37] [corresponds to page 30 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Carleton Sperry Burrer with his Stuffed Dogs January 7th, 1912 in Madison Wisconsin] Following graduation, Karl moved on to a Professorship at Vassar College in Poughkeepsie, New york. Throughout these years, Karl returned to Sunbury during his summer vacations to help at the mill. Daisy loved the social life and prestige of being a professor's wife and the family flourished in Wisconsin and New York. Daisy's mother, Sophronia, died in 1916 after being thrown from a horse and her father married Margaret Walker Gelvin. Like his father and grandfather, Isaac and his new wife were also thrifty. (A family story tells that once Mr. Sperry sent Mrs. Sperry to the grocery store for a penny's worth of pepper.) Farming became too much for the couple and they bought the house at 47 North Morning Street in Sunbury. After a short period at Vassar, affairs at home dictated the advisability of returning to Sunbury permanently. As the family Electrical Engineer, Karl had the knowledge necessary for the expansion into the electric service business. They purchased a home at 153 North Columbus Street known as the Bailey Mead property. (In later years Carleton's classmate and friend Hoyt Whitney raised his family in this same house). Daisy taught piano lessons, one of her pupils being the daughter of the late Senator Frank B. Willis. She was a member and officer of the Progress Club, and in the Columbia Chapter, O. E. S., in Sunbury. Dilly remembers her mother-in-law [photo: 153 N. Columbus Street in Sunbury Built by Brooks and Emsorler in 1909. Purchased Isaac Sperry in Nov. 1909. K.O. Burrers moved into it in 1910. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 37) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0e1ff8615dee136811d464edf8279f43.jpg 1a88916e5242decaba9f2d38a8d5e3f9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 38] [corresponds to page 31 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Daisy and her Studebaker] using Reader's Digest to help plan the programs for her club. Daisy spent much of her lifetime in the work of the Baptist Church and its statewide associations. She was Vice President of the Ohio Baptist Missionary Society. In 1955 she was presented a gold watch for serving as organist of the church for 53 years. She said she began playing the old pump organ in the church. When it quit she played the piano. She began playing the organ again when the church purchased an electric organ. Her son, Carleton, Miss Lillie Kempton and Mrs. George Stout rotated the duties of church organist following Daisy's retirement. Unfortunately, Daisy was never really happy with life in a small town and longed for the social life of a college campus. Their marriage ended in divorce in the late 1920's. Daisy helped her son Carleton with the electrical contracting and merchandising business in Sunbury from its inception in 1932. [photo: Daisy Burrer in Morning St. Home] Upon retiring from farming, Daisy's father and stepmother bought the Andrews house on Lot #1 on the southwest corner of North and Morning Streets known as 47 North Morning Street. After her step- mother died, Daisy and Carleton moved in with her father so she could take of him. She continued to provide care for her widowed father until his death at the age of 90. When her son was serving his country during WWII, Daisy continued to run the electrical business with the faithful help of Walter Gross, Harry Snow, Leta Barnhard, and Lily Kempton. Monday was her usual day to shop for the appliances her customers wanted. [photo: Daisy Sperry Burrer] In 1955, Daisy married J. J. VanHorn, a former classmate at Ohio Wesleyan, and moved to Cleveland, Ohio, where she passed away February 6, 1958, and was buried in Sunbury Cemetery. At Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 38) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d563e4466c18ea49c9e3443ee74b4c83.jpg 458b610c9bd222a88876a12f67f6347e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 39] [corresponds to page 32 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Daisy (Sperry Burrer) and Jesse Van Horn Following Their Wedding at Mar-Jon's in Berkshire, October15, 1955 the time of her marriage she put a $1000 in the Sunbury Savings and Loan to bury her when the time came. However this caused a ruckus after her husband discovered she had no social security after the years she had worked in the Sunbury Electric Shop. Daisy is buried in the Sunbury Memorial park. [photo: Sunbury Baptist Church, 1850-1907 Sunbury Waterworks Tank Behind House] [photo: New Baptist Church Which the Burrers Attended] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 39) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/008142cc2b2c9ea4f88464b1e0e91e6a.jpg 738da698321b6a261b32b2f620c8d323 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 40] [corresponds to page 33 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Proud Father K. O. Burrer and Carleton Burrer At Their Summer Address] Karl's many activities in the mill and its evolution and extensions in electrical generation and distribution in the village, include the formation and operation of The Lalley-Burrer Electric Offices in Delaware and Columbus for the distribution of Farm Lighting systems and their installations, the development and marketing of Burco Feeds of various types, and the formulation and distribution of 'Red-a- Mix' pancake flour. Karl was very active in civic and social affairs in the community. He served 12 years on the local board of education during the consolidation of schools into Big Walnut, and then served on the Delaware County Board. [photo: K.O. Burrer in 1929 as Past Master of Masons.] [photo: K.O. Burrer Working in the Elevator 1944] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 40) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b81e9cbd7fc917785f1e8b46f0588395.jpg f64628c1ac17be1a88a3f655f06e627e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 41] [corresponds to page 34 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] He served on the Community Library Board of Trustees. He was a charter member of the Sunbury Lions Club and as its president worked hard to develop the sunbury Playground. He was a proficient athlete in high school and college and continued his interest by promotion of such activities locally. His name appears on a tablet in the Deeds Field House at Denision [sic Denison] University, recognizing his support toward its erection. Karl was a member of Phi Gamma Delta Fraternity, a fifty year member and Past Master of Sparrow Lodge No. 400, F. & A. M. in Sunbury, a member and past officer in the Council and Chapter Masonic bodies in Westerville, Ohio. In later life Karl married Mary Schwin, of Waukarusa, Indiana. Mary was a large woman who was self-conscious of her appearance. Her father was a sheriff in Texas. Her Aunt Mary owned a newspaper so Mary had learned to use a linotype. Mary was a simple, kind gentle Gran-Mary to grandson, John Burrer. Never fully recovering from the accident in the Elevator, Karl died in White Cross Hospital in Columbus, December 5, 1957 and was buried in Sunbury Cemetery. Mary was also buried there when she died in 1962. [photo: K.O. and Mary Burrer in Their Yard at 80 Letts Avenue, Sunbury, Ohio.] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 41) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c8eddf5c5e92f99732b6976fd5f7d54c.jpg e3efe5780987bc4d5aa76b127acb46e8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 42] [corresponds to page 35 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Paul Parker Burrer Paul Parker was the second surviving son of Gottlieb and Amy Ann. He grew up in the mill and remembered his first job there paid 25 cents a day. Parker graduated from sunbury School. After a very short time at Denison University, he worked in the mill. On October 7, 1908, he marrried Sarah Minerva Hess and to them were born a son, Gerald Jacob, on January 23, 1910, and a daughter, Barbara, on April 18, 1918. Sarah Minerva was a strong willed woman who tended to get things done her way. She was in her glory doing cooking demonstrations at the fairs and was very competent. Working with his father and brothers in G. J. Burrer & Sons mill, Parker became known as a qualified "Master Miller" and implemented his skills as a natural mechanic with a proficient knowledge of electricity, and by constant exposure to the vagaries of steam and internal combustion engines. To keep the Light Plant and the Mill running on schedule, and faced with the constant breakdowns experienced with the early autos and trucks, mechanical ability was essential to survival. In addition to producing and processing flour, feed, and allied grain products, Parker helped wire the family home and the mill for lighting and power in days when little was known about it. He installed electricity in public buildings and houses, old and new, as requested. He installed poles along the streets and backyards where necessary, together with the associated overhead primary and secondary wiring, transformers and metering equipment. Street lights were installed (carbon-arc type) at important intersections and at the mill. Water pumps and systems were installed and household appliances furnished as they became available. [photo: Parker Burrer Playing the Organ in Carleton Burrer's Home in 1971] Parker sold, installed and kept running many of the early "Lalley" (32 volt D.C.) farm lighting plants and systems in the years before rural electric lines were extended into the country. In addition, Parker found time to teach Sunday School in the Baptist Church, sing in his deep baritone voice in the church choir, play the piano for services, and was very active in church affairs. He played an E-Flat Horn in the Knox Band throughout the county as well as the Shrine Bank in Columbus. Parker also enjoyed taking part in group performances and even played the organ. At the turn of the century, Parker and his brother, Rudolph, purchased the lines, water tank near the Baptist Church, and equipment of the original Sunbury Waterworks, then practically 'defunct' for the sum of $1.00 and managed to keep it working for a time. However, before long time spent looking for leaks and digging them up to fix them made the operation Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 42) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/129502171ba9e1f6d2767d73374df4cc.jpg eb3517f6600bd066e78c56d62aa325a4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 43] [corresponds to page 36 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] more and more unprofitable. One Sunday morning during church services the water tank fell down with a loud crash and that put them out of business. Following the war in 1918, Parker took over the operation of the mill in Centerburg to make "Light Sponge" and "Tip Top Flour' and the operation of the Mt. Liberty business, commuting back and forth by auto or train. In a retirement article in the Centerburg paper (June 7, 1973), Parker reminisced about traveling by train. In those days people met the trains just to have something to do so there was often a crowd at the station when the train was due. During one of his commuting trips to Sunbury, Parker and a traveling partner decided to ride the cowcatcher from the Condit stop to Sunbury. "It was a wild ride for the two daring young men clinging to the swaying front of the engine. And to top it off when they arrived at the depot in Sunbury there was the usual crowd gathered to 'meet the train' and the cowcatcher passengers received a warm hilarious welcome. Parker didn't say what the conductor or engineer of the train had to say about the incident." Finally in 1923, he moved his family to Centerburg. In 1937, after taking their daughter to college, Parker and Minerva were in an automobile accident. While trying to protect the dog on her lap, Minerva was thrown into the windshield and died shortly after in the hospital. Parker was also badly injured and had to spend time in the hospital. Five years later, in 1942, Parker married Mrs. Minnie McLeod of Columbus. She was a very fun loving woman who brought happiness to Parker. Dan Clancy, a writer for the Columbus Dispatch, wrote a feature about Parker and his recollections of the mill. He recalled in 1903 wheat brought $1 a bushel and corn 50 cents. But he says, "In the Depression, wheat went down to 36 cents and corn to 10 cents. I can remember when I didn't even want corn at 10 cents a bushel." [photo: Paul Parker Burrer 1886-1976 Master Mason Photo] A workaholic, Parker noted, "When I'm awake, my mind is working." Stories around Centerburg tell of Burrer phoning people at 2 or 3 a.m. to ask business questions while he was working on his books. In 1965, Parker noted the demise of mills across the state. In 1927 there were 1376 mills in Ohio, 260 in 1939 and only 20 in 1965. At the age of 80 in 1966, Parker sold his mill to Harold C. "Butch" Cordle and semi- retired, continued to operate the fertilizer sales portion of the business until his health necessitated almost complete curtailment of business activities around 1975. For more than fifty years, he was an active member and a Past Master of Sunbury's Sparrow Lodge No. 400, F. & A. M. In 1973 he received his 65th service award. In 1976 he was honored as the Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 43) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4bc2da03c9350fddca9c21c92a005947.jpg 03d47d5c75a871684980a60056250820 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 44] [corresponds to page 37 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] oldest living Past Master. He was also a member of Clinton Commandry, Knights Templer and a charter member of Centerburg Lions. Distinguished as the longest living Burrer, Parker died in Martin Memorial Hospital in Mt. Vernon, Ohio, September 1, 1976 at the age of 90. He left his wife, his children, Gerald Jacob of Monroe Michigan, and Barbara of Romulus, Michigan, three grandchildren and three great grandchildren. Gerald Jacob, cast in the Burrer mold, loves mechanical challenges. He bought an old car and totally rebuilt it to mint condition. He built his own home on Lake Erie using pegs instead of nails. [photo: Paul Parker Burrer and the Burrer Women Louise Griffiths Burrer (Mrs. R.O.), Minnie McLeod Burrer (Mrs. P.P.) and Charlotte Pagels Burrer (Mrs. G.J.) Barbara, who has made her living as a very successful accountant, also has a flair for mechanical things. Her very practical view of things has allowed her to design and oversee the building of her home. See the Appendix for Parker's family line. Rudolph Odell Burrer Like his brothers, Rudolph worked in the mill through graduation from Sunbury High School then went to Denison. He had beautiful red curls and was popular with the girls. However, in class he sat back and did not recite but still got the best grade on his exam. The Professor said he could not have an 'A' because he had not participated in class discussions. When he went home at Christmas, Rudy refused to return to college. His parents were very upset and went to see the Professor. Rudy was given a second test which he also passed with flying colors but he still refused to go back to school. Since his parents had already paid the non- refundable tuition, they sent Parker to use the remaining funds. Parker took music lessons on the E-Flat horn, piano and voice lessons for his deep baritone voice. After using the remaining Denison funds, he went to London for business school. [photo: Tintype of Rudy Burrer on the left in the big hat.] Rudolph became assistant cashier in the Farmer's Bank in Sunbury where his father was Vice-President when he died in 1926. Rudy worked his way up to the President of the same Bank. He was very Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 44) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7fdb7dfe8dcff9b12eeca86f98fb148f.jpg 29763804c473151f819902f170f51135 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 45] [corresponds to page 38 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] conservative and never loaned more than the bank assets so the bank survived when many others failed during the Depression. He always gave customers conservative uses for their money so none would lose their savings. Many people hired Rudy to build buildings for them because he knew what needed to be done. On October 31, 1915, Rudy married Helen Campbell Dryer of Delaware who opened a millinery shop in Sunbury. The marriage was short lived when she passed away the following January 15 with pneumonia. Rudy wasn't interested in girls after that. Rudy served in the army for a period during WWI and then returned to the Farmer's Bank. [photo: Rudy and Louise Griffiths Burrer May 4, 1932] One day, Louise Sheets told Rudy she would find him a wife if he found her a husband. Louise held up her part of the agreement and introduced him to a friend. So seventeen years after the death of his wife, Rudy married Martha Louise Griffiths, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. P. J. Griffiths of Delaware. Rudy never did find a husband for Louise Sheets. As a young girl, Louise Burrer had a beautiful operatic voice and went to New York to be in musical comedies. Although she loved the music, the city life in New York was not for her and she returned to Delaware and became deputy clerk in the Delaware County Probate Court where her beautiful penmanship still shows on the records. The Sunbury News article telling of their wedding noted until just a few months before their wedding, Rudy was a woman hater. Louise changed his mind. [photo: R. O. Burrer Master Mason 1912-13] Louise fit right in with the community. She joined in the art classes taught by Mr. Fraley even though she wasn't very artistic. She had a sweet personality which endeared her to her peers. For twenty years, Rudy was Treasurer of the village of Sunbury, and member of the Board of Public Affairs. He was very involved during the difficult time the village was installing the waterworks system. He was member of the Masonic Order for over 50 years and a member of the Knights Templar of the Order. Rudy was a life-long member of the First Baptist Church. He served as President of Sunbury Manufacturing Company during its period of operation in this community. Following the death of his mother in 1932, he Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 45) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/645196c16324a7cec980aa5d0933003d.jpg 9e1e37579662c9599bb7261a19cc630f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 46] [corresponds to page 39 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] purchased the family home at 46 North Columbus Street and resided there the rest of his life. One day he went to see his nephew Carleton and asked, "Since you are the only Burrer in Sunbury, would you live in the house if I leave it to you?" Carleton agreed. [photo: Rudolph Odell Burrer in front of The Farmers Bank, 1960] In 1965, Rudy retired from the Farmer's Bank as President and Chairman of the board of Directors with sixty years of service to the bank. In later years Rudy suffered with emphysema and could not maneuver the stairs so a lift was constructed and positioned in the front room of the house. He died July 17, 1965, in Riverside Hospital in Columbus. Louise continued to live in the homestead as long as she was able then went to live with her sister in Franklin County. She died May 15, 1982. Rudy and both wives are buried in the Sunbury cemetery. [photo: G.J. Burrer, Master Mason] Gordon Jacob Burrer Gordon also graduated from Sunbury High School. The one time his family went to California to visit their cousins, the Bollingers, Gordon was up town watching a fire and got very cold resulting in pneumonia. The family got the word when they arrived at the Bollingers and had to turn right around and return to Sunbury. Like Karl, he graduated from Denison University. He entered the Infantry during WWI as a commissioned officer and obtained the position of Captain by the end of his enlistment. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 46) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9d340f593274b0f9c577b4fd8607776c.jpg 4577b565807037a8cf7737c9bd68375f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 47] [corresponds to page 40 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Jakie Burrer, second from left, and Amy, far right, visiting the Bollingers in California.] Gordon became associated with the Travelers Insurance Company in its Fire Division. At his retirement he was a manager of its Dayton and Cincinnati offices. October 3, 1929, Gordon married the beautiful, poised Charlotte Grace Pagels of Cincinnati. Charlotte's family came from Germany and owned several buildings, including a tall warehouse. The Pagels family lived over their business and saw to it that Charlotte had all the education and charm of a lady. To Gordon and Charlotte three children were born - Charlotte Amy, and the twins, Fred Pagels and Gordon Jacob (the third in the family so he was called Don). Don inherited the Burrer mechanical aptitude and, as a child, made his own television. While he was in school he rowed in the Regatta on the Thames River. "When we were in Boston, his wife, Nancy toured us around and it was wonderful," recalled Dilly. All three children have grown into beautiful, well- educated adults. [photo: Gordon Passing Mechanical Skills on to His Son, Don] [photo: Charlotte Burrer, age 92] [photo: Don's '28 Ford Deluxe] G. J. served as the Director and a stockholder in the Farmers Bank of Sunbury and was active in its operation and in the planning of its new building. He died suddenly at his home in Cincinnati on July 4, 1960. Charlotte lived to be 96. Don has updated information on his siblings in the Appendix of this book. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 47) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d9fcffc789990d519db84fb6fbef3ba4.jpg 1081db430cd28e0e699837c93c88ea6f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 48] [corresponds to page 41 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Mrs. Davidson and Her Daughter, Hazel, Louise Burrer, Mary Burrer, Dorothy Dillenbeck, Parker Burrer, Karl Burrer, and Rudolph Burrer in the Living Room of 80 Letts Avenue] Dilly's Recollections of the Burrer Men Not being raised in a mechanical family, Dilly remembers being intimidated by the talk of the Burrer men. She recalled the first time she sat at a family gathering and heard the boys all talking. They were all mechanical and loved to figure out how to make things work. As a result they all spoke a language unfamiliar to her. "To contribute to the conversation, I would try to figure out what they were talking about but I never could," noted Dilly. "They were an amazing family. The genes were mixed so well that no two men were exactly the same. While they all understood the basics of the trade, some excelled in bookkeeping, some in electricity, and some in mechanics. Each thought his field the most important and often did not understand why his brothers did not feel the same way. While they would disagree among themselves, they were always a loyal family, willing to help each other for the good of the family. "The distinguished Roman nose dominated the faces of many of the Burrers and carried through generations of the Burrer family. Note the pictures of Rudy, Carleton and Gottlieb Jacob, pointed out Dilly. "However, their personalities were all so different. Karl and Gordon were the closest." "They were a wonderful bunch of men and I am glad I had the pleasure of knowing them. After my background in a Lutheran minister's family, they brought a totally new exciting dimension to my life." Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 48) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/548a597a1225152e1cc915fe847edd03.jpg 0f75b31ac23f6b02b9f269d568008fa4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 49] [corresponds to page 42 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Burrer Market on Haupstrasse near Center of Heidelberg, Germany] [photo: Burrer Barn near Elyria] Tracing Roots Carleton and Dilly have spent many hours trailing the paths of their ancestors. Sometimes they found kin and other times they were left with more questions. Sometimes driving through the countryside they would spot a barn roof or perhaps a store with the Burrer name displayed and that would lead to more questions. Trekking through cemeteries, became a part of their trips. Occasionally trips weren't too fruitful, such as the trip to Sperryville, Virginia. It was a disappointment to discover no Sperrys in the phone book so Dilly took Carleton's picture at the post office as the only Sperry in Sperryville. Along the way many new-found friends and distant relatives filled in gaps. Corwin Burrer was very helpful on the Elyria-Medina branch of the family. This branch is from Johann Jacob's half brother, Christoph Friedrich III who originally settled there. Kermit Burrer has traced the Texas branch and has been in communication with the relatives still in Germany. There Wilhelm Burrer and Richard Burrer have been working on the Burrer family tree. Through the years Carleton and Dilly recorded their findings and granddaughter, Sherry Burrer, recorded them on a large family [photo: Carleton Sperry Burrer in Sperryville, Virginia September 22, 1965] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 49) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d14accd28a226ad74896fe42542c412b.jpg 814faf53969075209ec7acd6e907dde4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 50] [corresponds to page 43 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Corwin and Earl Burrer of Elyria, Ohio, in 1983] tree which hangs in their home. Parts of the family were written up and printed in The People Book, a local community Bicentennial project which was indexed by Carleton and Dilly. Later Dilly paid to have the book published after Carleton's death. For this account, we have tried to put all of their research together. Copies of the old German documents are in the Appendix. [photo: Dilly Burrer at Christian S. Burrer's (1844-1920) Marker in Elyria, Ohio Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 50) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/126328faeeb6544e2096e41dd538f024.jpg bd8ff79b735d7ee38f456093a3974a7f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 51] [corresponds to page 44 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] American Burrers Go to Germany to Celebrate Heritage On September 5, 1995, the village of Botenheim, in Germany, celebated its 1200 year. The Burrer family which still lives there organized a family reunion. Three of C.F. Burrer's boys, who immigrated to America, had descendents attending the festivities and meeting 150 Burrers from around the world. [photo: Kermit and Elsie Burrer of Texas riding horses in Botenheim's 1200 Year Parade] [photo] [photo: Tom and Louise Burrer] [photo: Nancy Burrer, Dick and Charmy Voss] Kermit and Elsie are from the line of Johann Gottlieb who went to Texas. Tom and Louise descend from Christoph Friedrich Burrer of Elyia, Ohio. Don, Nancy, Charmy and Dick are from Johan Jakob (as are the Sunbury Burrers). Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 51) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bafb86e2838ba1fe4c1d34377c3325ce.jpg f22876f9358ac68f97fd201c48afca76 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 52] [corresponds to page 45 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Botenheim, Germany] [image: map] The German Burrers The arrow goes to Botenheim as shown in the aerial taken in 1993. Cleebron is the next village south, Hofenstein and Besigheim are all in the immediate area, north of Stuttgart, south of Heidelberg. -Photos from Don and Nancy Burrer [photo: Wilhelm Burrer] [photo: Richard Burrer] [photo: Parade before Richard Burrer's House] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 52) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a665f532e2249e54da0b86dab4a1f4d2.jpg 9cc49d8fac09bfb6acbf3e14f571a2c8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 53] [corresponds to unnumbered page] FLASKBACK: THE BURRER FAMILY [photo: three male members of family] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 53) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c17ebb5d8105e37df8f97c4745e428e3.jpg cf870a7c0c8d7cee5b505e64dcfab220 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 54] [corresponds to page 47 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Carleton Burrer, 4 years, 26 days] On November 9, 1909, Carleton was born to Karl and Daisy (Sperry) Burrer. Carleton was very much like his father. He was a good mechanic but also very intelligent and treasured books. He loved Sunbury and as a good historian he and his wife traced the origin of the name of Sunbury across the country then across the ocean. It is enclosed in the Appendix of this book. His family moved to Wisconsin when he was a toddler. Then while he was still small, the family moved into a house at 153 North Columbus Street and Carleton attended Sunbury School for the first five grades. He told Joan Fuller he remembered clearly accepting Jesus during one of the special meetings in the Baptist Church when he was six or seven years old. [photo: Carleton, 4, with "Krib", the family's first car which had wooden wheels, at 153 North columbus Street, 1913] [photo: "Carleton trying hard to smile while his picture was taken on the porch at Berkshire. I was real proud of that little gray coat and hat trimmed in blue velvet I had just finished for him," wrote Daisy. 1914] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 54) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2e702dadf0e6e5be2e2f3a5d78f16d21.jpg 1c73778c6fc866193dd11b6cae5ac9fd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 55] [corresponds to page 48 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Glimpses into Carleton's Childhood [photo: Carleton in two-wheel cart] [photo: Karl, Daisy, Carleton, 6 months] [photo: Daisy and Carleton at the Hudson River Railroad Bridge in February 1912. The neighbor is pulling Carleton.] [photo: "Carleton enjoyed riding in his carriage so much, we would go down town early in the morning, dressed as he is here, with our market basket tied on behind. He has on his fur outfit, pair of black shoes with white tassels on front and white buttons," wrote Daisy in his scrapbook.] [photo: Karl, Daisy, and Carleton 20 months, at Camp Clifton] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 55) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c77b37d040c2013d89a17c4585097881.jpg 5626d9f749c62cf4191e6c903475d943 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 56] [corresponds to page 49 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Brick home north of Berkshire Corners with 12" thick walls, 12' ceilings on the first floor and 9' ceilings on the second floor. Heat was supplied by a pipeless furnace. Lalley light plant (32 volt DC) installed in early 1920's. Photo 1910.] [photo: Carleton on pony, Karl, Maurice in cart, sister Katherine Van Horn next to Daisy, Mrs. Van Horn in Car with Isaac Sperry. 1916 or 17.] Life in Berkshire Corners The family moved back to Berkshire and Carleton went to a one room school for grades 6-8. He frequently rode his pony, walked, or drove his pony cart the 3 plus miles to school as was a common practice then. After Carleton's eighth grade, the family moved into town to 47 North Morning Street which was to become Carleton's home until 1979. [photo: Carleton and son of Harry and Grace Finch] [photo: Carleton and pet rabbit which died of pneumonia] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 56) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b7a1e3abb312a64d38902b113eb57253.jpg ac3daf3a27c682f536ac9bf089cad412 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 57] [corresponds to page 50 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [image: Report of Carleton Burrer 1917-1918] [image: Sunbury Public Schools 1889-1890 Record of Carl Burrer] [photo: Carleton and his father shared much more than letters in a name. Note how similar the grades were on these report cards. Carleton also enjoyed sleds as did his father uncles. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 57) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7bdc57aa19fb24aa9e4eb92b230ce380.jpg 26d0a3d27becd7da197de6c47dbe21ec Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 58] [corresponds to page 51 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Like his father and uncles before him, Carleton played in and around the mill and the Burrer homestead. This note was found on the back of the privy doors in later years when Carleton was an adult. Note the men who worked in the mill also signed the back of this old mill statement. Education During his Sunbury High School years, Carleton took pleasure in his friends and in his church. Many of his classmates became his life- long friends. Carleton graduated from sunbury High School in 1927. With only 5 boys (including Hi Morris and Hoyt Whitney) in his class, Carleton played football, basketball and baseball. He served as Captain of the first Sunbury football team. Sports were expected of all the boys, but Carleton never really enjoyed them. Years later he couldn't understand how his wife could listen to a Reds' baseball [image: On Back of Door of Burrer Privy. John Edwards Truck Drver 2/20/28 [illegible]-1925 14 years old Sunbury, Ohio Box 352 [illegible] [illegible] 1925 15 yrs illegible] must be small to write his name on this s-h wall Pres S-H Cleavers Union J.P. Doane started to work for G.J. Burrer on Sept 15-1921 P-ON Jesse P. Doane [illegible] cross Truck Division Sunbury Ohio APR 20, 1919 Has Just S-T] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 58) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6b8652788a0cb38e6ff56b3b067b9aa0.jpg 84c42c0f989d57b5b087349c8a479676 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 59] [corresponds to back of page 51] Statement THE G.J. BURRER MILL & ELEVATOR CO. WHITE LOAF FLOUR--BURCO FEEDS SUNBURY, OHIO. ACCOUNT OF ACCOUNTS DUE 15TH OF MONTH FOLLOWING PURCHASE. 7% INTEREST AFTER DUE Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 59) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/83c5223c7d9ee8d54a12028378854d04.jpg f07bdc1cb442a2d48f70bb94da4e8c6d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 60] [corresponds to page 52 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Sunbury High School 1927 Top Row: Eleanore Huston, Princ., G.E. McFarland, Supt. 2nd Row: Carleton Burrer, Pres., Berniece Brookens, Tres., Evelyn Patrick, Sec., Freda Linnabary, V.P., Henry Beaver 3rd Row: Emma Fox, Fac., Nellie Gunnette, Gerald Knoderer, William Lee, Olive Mathews, H. R. Fisher, Fac. 4th Row: Mae Miller, Kerfoot Morris, Ruth McCluer, Hoyt Whitney, Frances Stelzer. game on the radio and hang on every play. As Daisy became more and more disenchanted with her life, the family's home life deteriorated whle Carleton was growing up. Throughout his adolescent years, Carleton stayed away from the home turmoil whenever he could. His parents misunderstood his behavior and thought he was into mischief. He turned to a friend, Frank Stelzer, who helped many confused youths in the community. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 60) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b08b461acd80e534ec1f2ce01d1226f9.jpg 06d849d8256addcdfb504be56be4898a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 61] [corresponds to page 53 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Mrs. Davison, Hazel Davidson, Daisy Burrer, Carleton Burrer, K.O. Burrer] Once Carleton and some friends wanted a car for a date but his father refused so Carleton turned to the Superintendent of the Sunday School. He let the boys borrow his car but later claimed they stole a lap-rug from it. Much later a 'friend' admitted to the mischief but not before Carleton was humiliated. By the time he graduated, his parents were dissolving their marriage and Carleton was floundering trying to decide where his allegiance should lie. He went to see an old family friend, Fawn Druggan, and she wisely told him to not take sides but accept each as individuals. This advice was sound and Carleton became a neutral force in family matters. After high school, his first job was setting poles for the Central Utilities Company when they installed the power line from Cheshire to Sunbury. Little did he know at that time how much this experience would help in his future. When he should have been sent to college, his parents were so caught up in their own bitterness, they did not consider his needs. Karl wanted him to go to military school and receive some discipline. Daisy knew that was wrong and so they settled on technical school. Westinghouse was looking for bright young men with scientific and mechanical minds. A teacher told Carleton about the school, he applied and was accepted. He moved to Pittsburgh for his training. There he worked in Westinghouse in the day and attended classes in the evening for about a year. The classes were free and they received enough pay to be able to afford the apartment if they pooled their funds. A group of five boys lived together in an apartment, did their own cooking and went to school. While Carleton was in the trade school, he met and roomed with Seward Arnold. They both knew they wanted an education and were a cut above some of their other roommates. One time Daisy went to see her son and called to let him know she was there but a female answered the phone. Apparently she had been living with one of Carleton's roommates but she scooted before Daisy got to the house. No one ever told Dilly who the woman was visiting but she knew it wasn't Carleton. Another time a policeman came to see one of the fellows who hid in a closet. The others did not want to get into trouble so they dragged the man out to talk with the policemen. Carleton and Seward got more education than they had bargained for. Meets Dilly At this time Dilly was attending Elmira College in New York. Her little sister Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 61) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9c79bd6c298b09188d227a0e03ca57de.jpg 9a210878267dd0151597578304c1b109 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 62] [corresponds to page 54 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Carleton and Dilly During Prom Weekend at Elmira College] at college had a friend who was interested in taking Dilly to the prom. She was all dressed in a prom dress of tulle over taffeta and felt very special as she went to the dance. Unfortunatley the date was not a winner. In addition to the flask in his pocket, he couldn't dance, made an improper advance and lastly got her to the dorm 15 minutes late which caused Dilly to be grounded for two solid weeks. Dilly wanted nothing more to do with that young man so she now was facing the senior prom without a date. Her friend Margie, who was engaged to one of Carleton's roommates, knew of some guys in Pittsburgh who were interested in going to the prom. Dilly said, "Count me in," but faced it with reservations. All the girls had spent time learning to dance and she was afraid she would be disappointed, again. However, this time the two short people, Dilly and Carleton, were paired off. "Carleton danced like a dream," remembers Dilly. "We hit it off right away." There was some sort of a problem and Westinghouse closed the program. Carleton and Seward bought a sporty convertible automobile with a rumble seat and went to Toledo where they heard there were jobs. Their funds were very limited so they lived at the YMCA. Carleton found a job selling appliances on commission. Unfortunately, it was the Depression, money was tight, and not many bought appliances. Seward couldn't find a job. Carleton made enough money to pay the room for both of them and by so doing paid off Seward's half of the car and became the sole owner of it. As a natural leader, Carleton became president of the YMCA while in Toledo. Meanwhile, Carleton and Dilly's relationship blossomed through the mails. Although they both [photo: Mr. Saunders, Seward Arnold and Carleton with THE CAR in which they took a trip to the east coast. May 1929] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 62) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ce4d7bb34e2f041df59bc67577ccca1b.jpg c8616773b135585eb3918b2bc3cd78aa Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 63] [corresponds to page 55 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] dated other people, Carleton drove to New York whenever he could - one time taking only 12 hours for the trip. Another time Dilly came to Ohio to visit Carleton. He drove her to Cleveland and put her on an overnight boat to Buffalo. "I didn't get much sleep but the idea was good," noted Dilly. Sunbury Electric Shop Business was very slow in Toledo so Carleton decided to return to Sunbury. There in the height of the Depression, Carleton, as the electrician, and Wayne "Slim" Crawford opened an electric store in the basement of the old post office building (Blue Door Antiques in 1996) on East Cherry Street. "If we sold a box of fuses or some light bulbs, we figured we'd had a pretty good day in those times," Carleton told The Sunbury News editor, John Whitney, when the latter wrote the Burrer's retirement story in 1975. Carleton gave Dilly an engagement ring for Christmas in 1934. At the time she was teaching school and working for the WPA as a librarian in Stratford, NY., a small mountain town in the lower Adirondacks. In 1933 or 34, Carleton bought Crawford's share of the business and then in 1937, moved it to the east side of the square (where Glenn Evans Insurance Agency is located in 1996.) Sunbury Electric Shop collected payments for electric bills due to Columbus and Southern Ohio Electric. The shop handled electrical appliances and Carleton did electrical contracting. Following in the footsteps of his father and uncles, in 1938, Carleton, wearing a new tuxedo his father purchased for the occasion, was installed as the Master of Sparrow Lodge No 400 F.& A.M. in Sunbury. The next year Carleton was the youngest Past Master of the lodges in Ohio. In 1939 Sunbury Electric Shop moved next door to Blakely-Williams in a large frame building at the southeast corner of Vernon and Cherry Streets. Military Service in World War II [photo: Carleton April 5, 1943] The war began and the papers were all asking for anyone with a knowledge of electricity. Carleton enlisted as a Corporal and was sent to Lexington for training in the special electrical forces. [photo: Cpl Carleton burrer of the Army Signal Corps is stationed at Gover- nor's Island, N. Y. awaiting orders. Carleton has been studying and in- structing in radio at an Army school in Lexing- ton, Ky. He re- ceived his lieu- tenant commiss- ion two weeks ago and stopped off here enroute to New York. Lt. Burrer owns the Sunbury Electric Shop which is being operated by his mother since his enlistment. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 63) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c66ea42d538e388e1d4738aa517d6664.jpg 78fd685cb092bb212d50b71bc5639a6c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 64] [corresponds to page 56 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [image: Government Request For Transportation MEMORANDUM] Following his training he was sent to England in 1942 for nine months. while he was there he was notified that his unit, Army Specialists Corps, had been dissolved and he was no longer in the military. The men in his unit made a coffin and buried the A.S.C. In 1943, Carleton returned home. About a month later he was again notified that Uncle Sam needed his services. This time Carleton went as a civilian in charge of the Signal Corps to hang telephone lines in Hawaii. [photo: End of the Army Specialists Corps.] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 64) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/281da987e0de810353f9c6660df7bbb1.jpg 5e7f512142276edd86736957ad950fa6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 65] [corresponds to page 57 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Civilian Carleton in Hawaii, 1943-44] [photo: Carleton, top, on pole stringing lines in Hawaii.] While he was gone his mother, Daisy Sperry Burrer, Walter M. Gross, Leta (Speer) Barnhard, Harry W. Snow and Lily Kempton continued on with the business. During his war years, he continued to correspond with Dilly. In the meantime, she had graduated from Columbia with a Masters in Library Science and become the Assistant Librarian at Capital University in Columbus in 1941. [photo: Interior of sunbury Electric Shop in the Blakely-Williams building during a WW II christmas. Note no appliance available. Walt Gross, Daisy Burrer and Minneta Hoover Ritchie are running the business. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 65) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1573972a3e530230facb9b8851bcbe8f.jpg fc40d067b927c69d036530c4aacef47b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 66] [corresponds to unnumbered page of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] FLASKBACK: DILLENBECK FAMILY [photo: 3 photos] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 66) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/72557f621fc224692cb150487d4ad55d.jpg a82ce1eb5c98fb394d5dd6bd6d2f8140 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 67] [correspnds to page 58 of [foldout: Dilly Burrer's Ancestor's] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 67) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1df93d8b718d4ceb5a18e241d59cb4e9.jpg 88351966ea9732bdf182905ce15c6086 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 68] [corresponds to page 59 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Dorothy Dillenbech 2 years, 9 months] Dorothy MacNaughton Dillenbeck was born January 6, 1907, to Andrew Luther and Stella Pearl (Whitbeck) Dillenbeck while he was studying in Hartwick Theological Seminary in Hartwick Seminary, New York. Dorothy was not given a middle name at the time of her birth because Dorothy Dillenbeck was a long enough name for a little girl. Wishing for a middle name, all through her youth she made up her own. Finally when she was going away to school she decided she needed a middle name and her father helped her settle on MacNaughton, her great- grandfather's surname. "A MacClain girl had married a MacNaughton man which was better than a MacNaughton girl marrying a MacClain man!" - so the family saying goes. All through school she was called Dorothy, her father was Dil and her brother was Dil. One day the three of them were sitting on the porch and someone went by and called "Hi, Dilly." "We weren't sure who they were talking to but the name stuck and I became Dilly with a 'y although many spell it with 'ie.'" With the new nickname she fit in when her friend whose name was Fitch was always called Fitchie. The Dillenbach family has been traced to Switzerland where two forms of the name are in common usage - Dallenbach and Tallenbach. Indeed the two names are so often interchanged the telephone directory in Bern, Switzerland, (in 1969) showed cross references between the two spellings. The family legend says the family is descended from Wilhelm Tell (Tallen) whose family lived by the brooks (bach) thus Tallenbach. Those who remained on the hillside or mountain (bergs) slopes are called Tallenbergs. Time flattened the sound of the T to D thus Dallenbach. Quite probably William Tell was a relative. Although the family is found in Switzerland, both the name and the family are German noted Andrew Dillenbeck and Karl Dallenbeck who co-edited the family genealogy, The Dallenbachs in America. Jorg Martin Dillenbach Jorg Martin (Martin as he was known) was born about 1690 to Nicholas and Anna Barbara Dallenbach of Lauperswil, a small Swiss village in the Alps a few miles northeast of Bern. In 1710, Martin, his wife Sarah Catherine (Baumann?), and his widowed mother were among the second migration of Palatines from the Rhine Valley to New York. Historians have decided Sarah probably died giving birth to Anna Margretha August 1, 1712, and the baby died soon after. Six months later Martin married Anna Elizabeth (Castlemann) and they lived in Neu Castle across the Hudson from Germantown, N.Y. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 68) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f032bf70a8911875c8298557555daf81.jpg c627e5cca53200d8b0bd9122449918a2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 69] [corresponds to page 60 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Martin served under Col. Nicholson in 1711 in Queen Anne's War thus becoming the first in the family to bear arms on American soil. It is unknown when Martin moved to the Mohawk Valley but most of his children were born there and he is probably buried on the old homestead which is still in the family in 1996. He founded Stone Arabia Church in a log cabin in 1728 on land secured from the government known as the Stone Arabia Patent. Since its founding, the church has never been closed although fire destroyed the log structure and it was rebuilt. Dilly and her father have always maintained membership in this church. Ten children were born to this union: Johannes (1714), Henrich (1716), Christian (1718), Anna Maria (1720), Wilhelm (1722), Elisabeth (1725), Martinus (1729), John Dietrich (1731), John Baltasar (1733), and John David (1735). Henrich Dillenbach Our family follows through Henrich (1716-1795) who married Anna Margretha (Wagner) March 19, 1735. Anna was born April 15, 1712 to John Peter and Maria Margretha (Loucks) Wagner in New Paltz. To this union nine children were born: Anna Margretha (12-22-1735), Andrew (12-29-1736), Anna Maria (12-7- 1738), Elizabeth (4-4-1740). Henrich (3-29-1741), Catherine (12-26-1743), Johannes (1-13-1747), Magdalena (10-5-1749), and Barbara Elizabeth (6-22-1752). All were members of the Lutheran church but it is not known if they are buried in the old church cemetery or at the homestead. Andrew A. Dillenbach Andrew (12-29-1736 to 8-6-1977) married Catharina Finck on November 27, 1764. Catharina was the daughter of Andreas and Margaret Finck and had grown up with Andrew. They had 6 children: Anna Margretha (3-26-1766), Catherine (3- 3-1768), Maria (4-11-1770), Andrew A. (4-26-1775) and Magdalena (4-24-1778). His last daughter was born months after her father's death. When Sir William Johnson called for troops to march on Ft. William Henry, March 20, 1757, twenty-one year old Andrew was in Capt. Soffrines Deychert's Company. The Company disbanded nine days later. Again on July 24, 1763, when the alarm went out that German Flatts was in danger of attack, Andrew responded. In 1768, Andrew signed a petition to Sir William to compel him to issue a new deed when the Lutheran congregation of Stone Arabia had lost its deed to their property. Andrew was active in events leading up to the American Revolution. He served as a Lieutenant in the Palatine Militia. Then in 1776, he and Capt. John Zielley and others, were made a Committee of Vigilance to procure arms and equipment for the Militia. In 1777, he marched on Oriskany as Lieutenant in Capt. Severines Cook's Company, Col. Klock's New York Regiment under General Herkimer. On August 4, 1777, General Nicholas Herkimer gathered together 800 militiamen at Ft. Dayton (now Herkimer, N.Y.) for the relief of Ft. Schuyler (Rome, N.Y.) which was besieged by British under Col. Berry St. Leger and Indians led Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 69) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e43e1013168407c50cbf97192c1815a8.jpg 90df4b7d914f509536774d32604f3aed Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 70] [corresponds to page 61 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] by Joseph Brant a Mohawk Indian. On the 6th, General Herkimer's troops were ambushed by the British under Sir John Johnson and Indians under Brant in a ravine 2 miles west of Oriskany, a village in Oneida County, N.Y. The rear portion of Herkimer's troops escaped the trap, but were pursued by the Indians, and many of them were overtaken and killed. Between the remainder, the British and the Indians, there was a desperate hand-to-hand conflict, interrupted by a violent thunderstorm, with no quarter shown by either side. Soldiers were dropping right and left, so Lieutenant Dillenbach was made Captain on the battlefield. Captain Andrew Dillenbach, knowing how Indians treated prisoners, told George Walter (to whom we are indebted for his eye witness account of the following events) he would not be taken alive. "Three of Johnson's Greens set upon him. One of his assailants seized the Captain's gun, but he suddenly wrenched it from him and felled him with the musket butt. He shot the second dead, and thrust the bayonet through a third. But in the moment of triumph a ball laid him low." He was shot through the head and died instantly. A tradition in the family says that the gun that killed the Captain was fired by a Tory neighbor living on the farm adjoining the Old Homestead and one with whom Captain Andrew had grown up and into whose family his oldest daughter was to marry. Following the Captain's previous instructions to his comrades, his silver buckles were removed from his shoes and knees and put with his pocketbook to later be taken to his wife. There was no time to bury the victims, so the Captain's body was put in a field of tall wheat to hide it from the Indians and prevent scalping. Hearing the firing near Ft. Schuyler, the British finally withdrew but not before 200 Americans had been killed and as many more taken prisoners. The British losses were equally as heavy. General Herkimer, though his leg had been taken by a shot at the beginning of the action, continued to direct the fighting on the American side. Herkimer died August 16 as a result of the clumsy amputation of his leg. The battle was not decisive but it did prevent St. Leger's troops from joining up with General Burgoyne. Story of the Battle is taken from Encyclopedia Britannica. Since the dead were never buried, it is said that for months after the battle, travelers detoured the field to avoid the stench of decaying flesh. Members of the family know the exact spot where Andrew was killed. In 1877, one hundred years after his death, Dilly's grandfather, Luther, and others visited the spot and found a sign nailed to a tree which read "Here Captain Andrew Dillenbeck was killed." In 1930, Dilly's father and brother also visited the battlefield. A tall obelisk monument marks the place today. Catharina was left pregnant and with five chilren, the oldest only eleven. In 1780, she married Capt. John Zielley, a friend, neighbor and co-militiaman of Andrew's, and guardians were appointed for the children. To this union more children were born and family tradition says they received preference over captain Andrew's children. Andrew A. Dillenbach II Andrew A.(4-26-1775 to 12-20-1868) was only 2 when his father, Captain Andrew, died at the Battle of Oriskany and only 5 when Johnson's raid burned the Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 70) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/73c2bbed5ffddac75abd9a4f98ddb006.jpg b40c1e58218ea9bd324a481e2a52b10c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 71] [corresponds to page 62 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] churches and buildings in Stone Arabia in 1780. However, the vivid sight of the burning buildings and crops became a lasting memory for him. It is possible Andrew was raised by grandparents after his mother remarried when he was five years old. Documents show his grandfather Finck saved his Dillenbach inheritance for him after a guardian was appointed for Captain Andrew's children. So at 17, Andrew took charge of the family farm. Andrew A. married Margaret Woolever (Wohleben) March 11, 1777. Margaret's family had come to America with the first Martin Dallenbach. She was born May 1777 in German Flatts or Manheim. Andrew and Margaret had six children: Magdalena (7-14-1798), Andrew A. (9-18-1800). Eva, Engel (6-22-1804 who died an infant), John A. (5-25-1807) and Catharine (6-22-1812) In 1807 Andrew purchased a 16 year old Negro slave named Sam from the Pastor Philip Grotz because the pastor was afraid he would be forced to beat the boy if he kept him. Sam was "an imp of mischief" who had tried the pastor. It is not known if Andrew had other slaves. He served as Orderly Sergeant under Capt. John I. Cook (his uncle) in the War of 1812 and spent 3 months stationed at Sacketts Harbor. Margaret died February 21, 1863, and Andrew December 20, 1868. They are the first interred in the family plot at the Old Homestead. Andrew A. Dillenbach III Andrew A. was born on the Old Homestead September 18, 1800. Named after his father and grandfather, it was intended that he would one day inherit the homestead. Unfortunately difficulties arose after his marriage when he and his wife attempted to live at home, so his father purchased a farm for him about 2 miles east where he and his wife lived, died and are buried. This Andrew was known as "Little Andrew" because he was small in stature. He married Margaret (Neahr) and they had eight children: Eliza (1824 to 1904 who never married), Margaret (1828-1912), Julianna, Charles A. (1834-1903), David (1837-1908), Luther (7-4-1843 to 6-19-1894), and Hannah (1847-1933). Margaret died December 14, 1874, and Andrew died January 6, 1881. [photo: Andrew A. Dillenbeck, Dilly's Great-Great Grandfather] [photo: Margaret (Woolever) Dillenbeck, Dilly's Great-Great Grandmother] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 71) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e4d4e1dc0a71371f92bf852ec5b9d5b6.jpg 5ba6ec017fa1e6252f5b85063a3c0e85 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 72] [corresponds to page 63 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Andrew A. and Margaret (Neahr) Dillenbeck Dilly's Great Grandparents] [2 photos: Luther and Helen (Van Wie) Dillenbeck Dilly's Grandparents Photos are from tintypes] Luther Dillenbeck Luther was born July 4 1843, in Stone Arabia. His family lived in a huge house on one side of the Erie Canal and Van Wies lived in a hugh house on the other side of the canal. Both families were very prosperous. As a young man, Luther began to drink beer which caused some mixed feelings in the family. Then to make matters worse be [sic he] married his third cousin, Helen (Van Wie) January 13, 1870, and they stayed with the Dillenbecks for a short time. Helen was the daughter of John and Helen (Wormuth) Van Wie. John was the son of Daniel and Anna (Dillenbach) Van Wie. Anna was the daughter of Johannes and Maria (Sprecher) Dillenbach. Johannes was Captain Andrew's brother. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 72) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8dd37b13b54e6180aaa0e10069b007c3.jpg b63d3edf831cef9cf8412caefe70d277 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 73] [corresponds to page 64 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Soon Luther and Helen were on their own farm raising hops just a mile east of his sister Julianna and his brother Charles. They had four children: John L. (1871-1872), Andrew L. (1878-1963), Marie (1882), and John W. (1887). Farming is always a gamble and when it is mixed with excessive drinking the odds begin to stack against the farmer. Luther began to put everything into hops and after a few bad seasons, he lost all the money which was to pay the mortgage. [photo: Dilly's Great-Grandfather John D. Van Wie Helen Dillenbeck's Father] [photo: Helen Van Wie Dillenbeck] Due to the drinking Luther's health failed so they sold the farm and moved to a little house near Stone Arabia schoolhouse. While Luther was drinking he was the life of the party but he could also be nasty and in one of the nasty times he kicked the family dog which resulted in its death. When Luther wouldn't return home, his son Andrew was sent after him although Andrew was only a small boy. Luther died June 19, 1894, when Andrew was only 9 years old. This period in Andrew's life was to have a lasting impression on him. He became a teetotaller for life. [photo: Helen Van Wie Dillenbeck Dilly's Grandmother] The Dillenbeck and Van Wie families would not help widow Helen so she began cleaning houses and hired out Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 73) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/605adda2ea4ea0a7b3be4bf120b82cd2.jpg 3b341cbf7163dbd29cd84e7c18c44222 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 74] [corresponds to page 65 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Andrew L. Dillenbeck 11 months] to help in kitchens when the harvesters needed to be fed. Thus she provided for her family. She and the children moved to St. Johnsville where she died January 22, 1917. [photo: Dillenbeck Home Where Andrew Luther Grew Up] [Photo: Pearl Whitbeck] Andrew Luther Dillenbeck Andrew was born in Palatine, N.Y. November 11, 1878. He attended High school at Canajoharie and Hartwick Seminary and taught school for four years. He worked his way through college working in the dorms and leading tours on the battlefields of Gettysburg and became a scholar about the war. He graduated from Gettysburg College in 1905. In June 7, 1905, he married Stella Pearl Whitbeck of Hartwick Seminary. Pearl's Swackhammer and Whitbeck Ancestors Pearl was born December 16, 1877, to Charles and Catherine Margaret (Swackhammer) Whitbeck. The Swackhammers came from Scotland about 1776. Samuel Schwackhammer, born 1700 in Germany, came in 1731 to the American wilderness, married three times and fathered 25 children, 73 grandchildren, and Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 74) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/618a088ffdc4e21c095194da1360a3a0.jpg 0ac599df0e5fcd496cdbdb0bd1dbbb0b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 75] [corresponds to page 66 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] 25 great grandchildren (according to his funeral notice in the old- church book). He leased a tract of 600 acres. Samuel died February 3, 1782. His will dated February 1, 1780, and probated March 8 (Trenton Lib. 23, fol. 247) names his wife Elizabeth, son-in-law Daniel Samis (maybe Lamis), brother in-law Fred Miller, and thirteen children. It was witnessed by Joseph Snider, Charles Hildebrand, and Sarah Clymer. The fourth listed child was Stephen Swackhammer who married Jane Bowman, the daughter of Lambert Bowman. Their children were Rev. Lambert Swackhammer, Susan who married a Dewey, David, Eliza, and one other. Dilly has a quilt made by her family from Jane Bowman Swackhammer's dresses after her death in 1853. [photo: Jennet MacHaughton Swackhammer Dilly's Great-Grandmother] Rev. Lambert Swackhammer and Jennet MacNaughton Swackhammer married June 14, 1828 in Clay, N.Y. Rev. Swackhammer (b.1805-d. 11-2-1857) served many Lutheran churches across the countryside from the middle of New York state to New Jersey where he actually started to build a church in Middle Valley which he never finished but the ruins remain. (Articles about his church are on the following pages.) Between services he taught in schools along his circuit, perhaps supervising lesson plans for the young teachers. He became an abolitionist which was not popular. More black than white people attended his services. One of his sermons has been saved at Rutgers University. [photo: Four Generations Dilly's Aunt Alice (Whitbeck) Barringer, Great-Grandmother Jennet (MacNaughton) Swackhammer holding Alice's son Harry, and Catharine Margaret (Swackhammer) Whitbeck] Catherine Margaret Swackhammer was born January 11, 1838 in Manheim, New York. She became the wife of Charles Edward Whitbeck and mother of Stella Pearl Whitbeck. She, too, taught school. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 75) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a49d5c5b8a8e0e44d1dcef0dbd2b3c1c.jpg 7594222128a00633d671f1100680df55 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 78] [corresponds to page 69 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Rev. Swackhammer continued to travel a set route and would stay in each community for services, baptisms, weddings, etc. On one of his travels among his parishes, he got the chills and developed TB from which he died at the age of 51. At that time he was making his home with the family of his daughter, Catherine Margaret Swackhammer Whitbeck. [photo: Charles E. Whitbeck] [photo: Catherine Margaret Swackhammer Whitbeck Both Photos are Tintypes] A descendent of Dutch forbearers who settled in Albany County, N.Y., Pearl's father, Charles Edward Whitbeck, came from a family of weavers. A woven coverlet handed down through the family is in the Burrer Room at Community Library. [photo: Charles E. Whitbeck Dilly's Grandfather] A letter (copied on the following page) was written to Johnathan Whitbeck by his father giving the son business advice. The letter was folded, addressed on the back and delivered to Johnathan who must have cherished it for it to be in Dilly's possession today. Charles Whitbeck was a house painter in the summer but the job was seasonal. His wife Catherine was the laundress for table linens at Hartwick Seminary. This was a never ending task and the irons were always ready for anyone to take a turn. [photo: Donald McKenzie, Alice May Whitbeck and Pearl Whitbeck] Pearl was one of seven children; two ministers, two teachers, a firefighter and a farmer. Her first two brothers, Lambert and Clarence ate Queen Anne's Lace and died very young. Her older sister Alice, who was like a mother to her younger sister Pearl, became a teacher. George became a minister and the father of three but due to a family fallout they were not well known by Dilly. Harry was a farmer with a wonderful sense of humor and a favorite of Dilly's. "Harry's wife was missing a front upper tooth which showed whenever she Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 78) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fc8481ccb00689dbe120e4584e9fc90b.jpg 581f769de4b9ff93007718d5ac32b7d6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 79] [corresponds to unnumbered page of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] This pale blue paper was folded so the part at the right was on the outside. There is no stamp but it is addressed as though it were mailed so perhaps it was hand delivered. [image: Jonathan Whitbeck] [image:Johnathan Whitbeck I leave a few lines for you if you think best you may help Wm [illegible] get in corn and [illegible] his or the hay [illegible] is in the Barn if he will pay you for your trouble, you can ask him if he wants you to help him and make your own bargain but I want you to be particular and Keep the account of the number of Bails of Hay and See by what [illegible] they are shiped and Say Nothing to any one but Mrs. W [illegible] dont let any one know you are Keeping the account of Hay and weight you May Have all he will pay you only I want you to take good care of the family, if I have time I will tell Mrs Richards to let you have a pair of Boots as you may order a pair made for you] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 79) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2477aff5f5110d46626befe03f373821.jpg 1ffae7c7c1388eb7b9f0f420b22d2fe6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 80] [corresponds to page 71 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photos: Lambert and Clarence Whitbeck, Who Died as Small Boys After Eating Queen Anne's Lace in 1878] opened her mouth. Since she was always talking or laughing, the hole was very visible," remembers Dilly. Edward was a firefighter. At last, Pearl joined the family. Aunt Alice managed to keep all the brothers and sisters in touch through the years. Charles died August 31, 1912, and Catherine Margaret on January 6, 1926. [photo: The Charles Whitbeck Homestead in Hartwick Seminary Uncle George Whitbeck has the big ears on the left, Grandma Jennet (MacNaughton) Swackhammer, Pearl Whitbeck is small girl, and Aunt Alice (Whitbeck) Barringer. The house was built as a tavern and post office in 1790. About 1854, it was owned and enlarged by Rev. Levi Stemberg, the principal of Hartwick Seminary. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 80) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8325abdb81f11e9438ff3ab077d95b47.jpg 22550ff3b62a5a58ed7fa232fd1bfbe8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 81] [corresponds to page 72 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: The whitbeck Homestead in Hartwick Seminary, New York Following extensive remodeling in 1927-28 by Rev. Russell and Mrs. Alice (Whitbeck) Barringer. [photo: Ivona Whitbeck Showing talent as a singer and dancer which she later became.] [photo: At Uncle John's Levina ?, Martha Dillenbeck, Albert Dillenbeck, Marie Dillenbeck, Pearl Whitbeck, Uncle John Dillenbeck, man unknown in front] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 81) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/adee190ba9a2dd9ca6b38b715efae248.jpg c114b2974b91543bdfde3165673736e7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 82] [corresponds to page 73 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Charles Edward Whitbeck Family Back Row: Donald McKenzie, Dilly's Uncle Harry Nelson Whitbeck, Grandpa Charles Whitbeck, Aunt Alice (Whitbeck) Barringer, Grandma Catherine Margaret (Swackhammer) Whitbeck. Seated: Uncle Russell Barringer, Great Grandma (MacNaughton) Swackhammer, Stella Pearl Whitbeck, Uncle George Grant Whitbeck On the Floor: Uncle Ed Whitbeck [photo: Catherine Margaret Whitbeck age 75, January 11, 1913 Dilly's Grandmother,] [photo: Charles Edward Whitbeck, age 80, March 1, 1911 Dilly's Grandfather,] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 82) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/236914ce27b2dd17fb3ca0d09fc3684b.jpg 449752b46b828e1571c9827ddc6f9efb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 83] [corresponds to page 74 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Paul Whitbeck, 4 years old] [photo: Rev. George Grant Whitbeck Family in 1907 G. Paul, Earl C. George, and Myrthl Fatima Whitbeck] [photo: Earl Whitbeck] [photo: Paul Whitbeck] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 83) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b0b124884a2c2e0b698fc38cdfb0f2ad.jpg ff8d368941ebefb9d214440c00fc41ab Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 84] [corresponds to page 75 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Fort Hunter School Where Pearl taught] [photo: Mrs. Russell Barringer Alice May Whitbeck. 1891] Stella Pearl Whitbeck Pearl graduated from Hartwick Seminary in 1895 and taught school for thirteen years. From the age of eighteen, Pearl suffered with bronchial asthma. To get to her school the short way, she had to walk straight up a hill which brought on asthma attacks, If she walked the long way around the hill, the slope was more gradual and she would feel better. [photo: Pearl Whitbeck] [photo: Clarence Whitbeck] Pearl had mastered the English language and always knew the right word for each occasion. She drilled it into her children and students, "Use the right word in the right place." Andrew also loved words but if he didn't if he couldn't think of the right word, he would make one up. "Guess that is why I've always enjoyed making up words," chuckled Dilly. [photo: Pearl Whitbeck] Pearl also loved to paint. she took lessons for which her sister Alice paid and developed a knack for it. several of her paintings are hanging in Dilly's home. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 84) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dbed7e8bd630bc059ce88b378183f16d.jpg a4f8c6448b47ae2d408116658f69090d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 85] [corresponds to page 76 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [4 images: Samples of the many Cards and Programs Pearl Had Printed for Her Pupils] Souvenir Hartwick Sem'y Public School, District No. 1, Hartwick Twp., Otsego Co., A. D. 1901-1902, PRESENTED BY STELLA P. WHITBECK, Teacher. Names of Pupils Hattie Root Greta Whitbeck Jennie Estes Mabel Mercer Mabel smith Elva Smith Zoe Wikoff Lottie Smith Vera Acker Elsa Weeks Luella Petrie Myrtle Van Court Claude Whitbeck Paul Weeks Clarence Whitbeck George Mercer Willie Mercer Rufus Wikoff Carter Burnett Ora Murdock George Beatty Dorr Augur Harry Murphy Lewis Mercer Clyde Hayne Floyd Smith Truman Smith Pupils Mabel I. Beckley Lilith Record Blanche Record Marion A. Augur Carrie Salisbury Alice Salisbury Grace C. Lattin May S. Fogarty Anna S. Fogarty Luena Blanchard Florence Cook Maude Cook Amos Cook Merton Beckley Howard Record W. Bassett Koch Harry C. Sergent Souvenir School District No. 12 Hinman Hollow Otsego County, N. Y. 1896-1897. PRESENTED BY S. Pearl Whitbeck, Teacher John Cross Trustee Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 85) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1bd55eba7c6398db3eae1a6802f17e59.jpg 35b41bb0fe0f91177eeb931b99868c7b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 86] [corresponds to page 77 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Andrew always said Pearl was 'a born teacher' and never had any discipline problems because she had a way of making the children want to learn all she could teach them. Years later when Dilly applied for a job at Canajoharie the superintendent said to hire her if she was Pearl Whitbeck's daughter! [photo: Teacher Pearl at Her Desk] [photo: Andrew L, Dillenbach in His Dorm at Hartwick Theological Seminary] Pearl encouraged Andrew to complete his theological studies because if he wanted to be a minister she wanted him to be a good one and not the popular stand-up minister found in many of the churches. Hartwick Theological Seminary was an excellent theological seminary and Pearl was teaching when they married. So he received training and preparation for the ministry and was ordained at West Sand Lake June 19, 1907. [photo: Favorite Pastime was the Parlor Band Andrew is in the back left, Pearl front right.] [photo: Andrew Dillenbeck sitting at the Teacher's Desk used by Pearl] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 86) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ba65d942e99d88649afde67794c4a8d3.jpg 08f5335229cb4b2f017c0f86718b03f2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 87] [corresponds to unnumbered page of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] . Y., WEDNES [illegible] MATRIMONIAL [illegible] 7, 1905 DILLENBECK-WHITBECK. The union of two young lives in holy wedlock, and the consequent bringing together of two families hitherto unrelated and unknown to each other, is an event to stir any neighborhood to unusual activity. Several years ago Mr. Andrew L. Dillenbeck of St. Johnsville came hither to pursue in the Seminary a course of studies leading to the ministry of the Lutheran Church. While in school he was attracted to one of Hartwick's fair maidens, Miss Stella Pearl Whitbeck, then a teacher in the public school, and earlier a graduate of the Seminary. . . . . . . . . Here we have a blank into which our readers can fill the "old, old story." Mr. Dillenbeck entered Gettys- burg College in 1902, and this year is graduated therefrom with dis- tinguished, honors, including a prize of $30.00. Miss Whitbeck for two years has been a teacher in the High School at Fort Hunter. [photo] On the 7th of June, '05, in the Seminary Church, these joined their earthly fortunes in holy marriage, saying their vows to Rev. Alfred Hiller, D. D., pastor of the Lutheran Church. At 8 p. m. Prof. C. S. Derrick, presiding at the Organ, played the wedding march, and the bridal party approached a bower of beauty in white and green. Rev. Geo. G. Whitbeck of Valatio gave his sister in marriage unto the husband of her choice. The immediate party fronting the officiating clergyman were, the bride and groom, accompanied by Stanley Haverly as best man, and Greta May Whitbeck, a niece, as maid of honor. Flanking these were the ushers, Mr. Hinkle, College class- mate, Dallas Dillenbeck, Elton Dil- lenbeck, cousins, and John Dillenbeck, brother, and bride's maids, Misses Flora and Elsie Murdock. The rain which had been pouring during the afternoon considerately ceased to allow the guests, who nearly filled the church, to go to the ceremony, and to return to the resi- dence of Mr. and Mrs. Charles E. Whitbeck, the bride's parents. Being "only a man" we shall not attempt to describe the bride's trosseau, nor to describe the bride's trosseau, nor the gowns of the various sweet and pretty attendants. Suffice it to say they were all in keeping with the occasion. To our thinking the refined and intellectual bearing was superior to any amount of "clothes" which might be enumerated. So, also, when we attempt to describe the brilliancy of the reception which immediately followed the ceremony our pen threatens to revolt. The home of Mr. and Mrs. Whitbeck, in- cluding the apartments of Mr. and Mrs. Harry N. Whitbeck, just thronged with merry guests, while white robe maidens flitted here, there and yon, dispensing refreshments, many or most of which were the product of the bride's own deft hand. Shall we enumerate the gifts? No, that would be about impossible, and surely might subject some one to a feeling of envy. We desire, however, to note those of the guests who journeyed hither from other com- munities, omitting those who dwell within our gates. Mrs. Dillenbeck, mother, Marie Dillenbeck, sister, and John Dillen- beck, brother of the groom, St. Johnsville; Mrs. Kate Dillenbeck, Miss Nan Dillenbeck, Elton Dillen- beck and Dallas Dillenbeck and two lady friends, Canajoharie; Mrs. E. L. Tucker, Syracuse; Rev. and Mrs. Geo. G. Whitbeck, Valatie; Mrs. Rev. r. Barringer, Orleans 4 corners; Mrs. Ed. Whitbeck, Schenectady; Miss Edna Traver. West Camp; Mrs. James Dolan, Rensselaer; Mr. and Mrs. John McCullough, Albany; Mrs. Burgess and Myrtle Burgess, Richfield springs; Mrs. Wm. Hatch, O. Columbia; Mr. and Mrs. Wm Blencoe, Davenport; Mrs. Clark Coventry, Norton Hill; Mr. and Mrs. E. J. Bailey, Cooperstown; Mrs. Carlton Fields, Toddsville; Mr. and Mrs. Charles Bauder, Stone Arabia; Mr. and Mrs. Albert Dillen- beck, and Miss Bertha VanWie, Mc- Kinley; Arthur Morse, Esp., and Mrs. Morse, New Berlin. At a late hour Mr. and Mrs. Dillen- beck left for Milford, and thence, Thurs- day morning, they started for Gettys- burg, Pa., accompanied by Miss Bertha VanWie and Miss Flora Murdock. Af- ter Mr. Dillenbeck's graduation at Gettysburg, this week, the party will proceed to Washington, D. C., and other points of interest.--[Hartwick Seminary Correspondent. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 87) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/77e4a15c764201d96a045b516d1d09e9.jpg f54b28ab4041f98f5b06bdba6298907e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 88] [corresponds to page 79 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Both Andrew and Pearl enjoyed music and the company of many friends throughout these early years. Without television, cars, and easy access to all the entertainments of today, they found it easy to entertain themselves. Groups of faculty and students from the college would get together for charades, skits or evenings devoted to music. Their scrapbook made during this period is full of pictures of friends getting together in the parlor many in full costumes for the characters they were portraying. [photo: Pearl and Andrew Dillenbeck in the Parlor of Their Home] Dilly's Youth Dilly was born across the road from the Whitbeck homestead located on the creek side of the Susquehanna River, in Hartwick Seminary. Later she and her husband would be found tracing the origin of Sunbury, Ohio, along the same river in Pennsylvania. According to her babybook, her mother recorded that Dilly didn't talk until her brother Marsden did and when she once started she never stopped. Once Dilly was asked what God said to Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. She replied. "Get out of this joint." There was never a void of topics for discussion. Andrew always took The New York Times when it was available. Often, the family would discuss items from the paper at the dinner table. Of course he never bought The Times on Sunday but rather made arrangements for the paper to be held until Monday when it would be purchased and both papers read. One of the many topics discussed at the table, was Mary Baker Eddy and her movement away from doctors. When a neighbor got TB and wouldn't have a doctor, Pearl took it upon herself to call a doctor. The woman refused to talk with him and soon died. Pearl never cooked on Sundays. She spent all day Saturday cooking and then she would scrub the kitchen floor. "She never let me scrub the floor because she disliked doing it so much and she never would ask anyone to do something she didn't like doing," commented Dilly. As a girl, Dilly remembers wearing layers of clothing and still being cold. She wore black knit stockings, high buttoned shoes, long johns with a back door, 2 pair of bloomers (one brown serge and the other light brown serge, sweaters, Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 88) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/57616556db026d5cf30413dc396216de.jpg 48033557d92d1aac949844ed781a1b23 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 89] [corresponds to page 80 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Pearl and Andrew Walking. Note Pearl's Small Waist Under Her Winter Coat] scarves and mittens. When she was older and complained about having to wear so many layers, Pearl told her of the time a friend was walking by the horse stall near the church at Hartwick Seminary and a man pulled her into a stall and attempted to rape her. As he pulled off each layer of her clothes she would scream and it took him so long to get through all the layers she was able to get away. Perhaps all the layers weren't so bad! Inside whenever it was possible, Dilly got near a stove to keep warm. There was one in the middle of the living room and a large cook stove in the kitchen. Of course the upstairs was unheated. Going to Grandmother Whitbeck's was always an adventure. Dilly remembers the goose down comforter or feather tick which was so soft and warm on her grandmother's bed. Although she begged to sleep there it was usually not to be. Dilly slept in a flannel nightgown under heavy comforters to keep warm. In her bedroom was a pitcher of cold water to be poured into a basin to wash her hands and face. Then the water was dumped into the slop jar and covered. Next she brushed her teeth with more water from the pitcher and dumped the used water into the slop jar. If needed, and in the winter it was better than the outhouse, one used the chamber pot and dumped it in the slop pot. "Guess who got to dump the slop pot?" asked Dilly with a twinkle in her eye. Her mother did it since it was another undesirable task. Perhaps the slop pot experience was to set the stage for later travels. Dilly remembers the worst outhouse she ever saw was in Lebanon but when nature calls one has to go filth and all. It beat France where people in the country just straddled a ditch. Once while traveling in England, Carleton hurried into a stall and then noticed a ladies' legs under the partition and realized he was in the wrong restroom. Another time they left a motel in New York Finger Lakes before bedtime when they saw bugs crawling across the top of the toilet. Hurray for modern plumbing! Dilly remembers the Aladdin gas lights with the fragile white mantels which burned so much brighter than kerosene and wick lanterns. One had to be so careful while cleaning them. The iceman came by on a wagon pulled by horse. He would check the sign in the window which told how much ice was wanted, then he chipped off that size chunk, lifted it with ice-tongs and carried it into the house and put it in the icebox. Of course all the kids ran to get the large chips that fell in the road and put them in their mouths. Occassionally, Dilly got spanked with the back of a hairbrush by her father but not often. She, in turn, spanked her son, John with a wooden serving dish. One time she broke the handle on it while spanking him and he shouted, "Mommy, see what you did?" The handle was glued back on and the family still uses the dish. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 89) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/390b2d9425c863f7deda3376119eac97.jpg ff9824061e80a05e0157ca9a6b6606a2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 90] [corresponds to page 81 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Ghent, New York From 1907 to 1908 the family lived in Ghent where her father was a pastor. Marsden Van Wie was born in Ghent. Dilly was too young to remember anything about this town. She does recall the family later telling her about sitting in her rocker in the chancel singing about 'My Dolly' in the Christmas program. During her childhood, Dilly's family moved at least every 6 years because her father thought that was long enough for a minister to be in one spot. After six years, he might loose the spontaneity and the parishioners would not get as much from his sermons. [photo: Dorothy, 2 1/2 Years Old, and Marsden Van Wie Dillenbeck, 10 Months] Central Bridge, New York From 1908 to 1914, the family lived in the little village of Central Bridge. Dilly was small and sickly so the family did not send her to school as she would have had to cross the mainline of the New York Central Railroad to walk to school. Marsden would be going in two years and it was decided she could wait and go with him. Meanwhile since her mother was a teacher, she used this time to give her children a wonderful head start on their education by playing games devised to have them ready to learn to read, etc. She would cut the numbers off a calendar and use them for the children to learn to count and do simple math. [photo: Visiting the Barringers in Minden, New York Marsden on Andrew's lap, Uncle Russell Barringer Driving the Buggy, Aunt Alice Barringer, Dorothy and Pearl] Holding Dilly back also met there would be a financial crunch when both were in College at the same time so French Bonds were purchased and put away for the college education. One day Dilly and a friend were walking down the sidewalk toward the parsonage when Mr. Carmichael pulled his automobile up next to them and ask if they would like a ride. "Every time we heard the chug of an automobile, we ran to see it," remembered Dilly. She had never been in a car before and was thrilled with the long slow ride up and down the Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 90) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4dbeea6b30247df292c7885f95fdc543.jpg d89b350fd024b4e062fd4810129e4705 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 91] [corresponds to page 82 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] hills of the town but as they returned to the parsonage both of her parents were waiting in front of the house and she got a strong lesson - "You don't go riding in automobiles!" To this day she isn't sure whether they were most upset because she went without asking, went with Mr. Carmichael, or rode in an automobile. While they were in Central Bridge, Dilly remembers her two grandmothers coming to visit and making comforters for them. They cut the squares of scrap fabric left from clothes, pieced them into a pattern, backed them over a lining, and finally tied lots of knots to hold the layers of fabric together. "How we loved our comforters! My grandchildren got to use the same comforters!" Ministers' families usually lived in parsonages provided by the church. Unfortunately they are not usually kept in good repair, so each move Pearl had to learn to cook on a stove which may or may not heat to the proper temperature. However in Central Bridge, the church built them a new parsonage with a new stove. Dilly and Marsden put their hand prints in the concrete of the poured sidewalk to leave a lasting memento of their life there. Fifty years later when she went back to look, the sidewalk had been replace - the prints were gone. So much for immortality. While at Central Bridge, Dilly visited her first flour mill. Years later this event gave her something to talk about on her blind date with Carleton. Mt. Carmel, Pennsylvania From 1914 to 1917, the family moved to Mt. Carmel, Pennsylvania, a coal mining city located 50 miles east of Sunbury, Pennsylvania, and the Susquehanna River. This coal was soft so all the streams and rivers were black. Nothing grew or was green so it was depressing. Pearl hated it and Dorothy was glad when they left although she has special memories of the coal town built on rolling hills. Front porches on the houses were built up high to allow for the slope of the land. Miners returning home would take off their shoes and sit on their porches. If a child looked carefully at eye level, he or she could see white feet below the black legs of the people sitting on the porches and that sight always brought giggles. Being a minister's family, they were often invited to Sunday dinner in a parishioner's house. The dinner was usually fried chicken. One Sunday the family was invited to Sam Clemens' house for dinner. His wife invited them to sit in the parlor while she hurried back and forth from the kitchen. On one trip through the kitchen door she let the door open far enough that Dilly and Marsden saw Sam taking a bath in the kitchen. Imagine what fun two children had with the memory of that sight! Dilly and Marsden started school in Mt. Carmel. They were kept in the same classroom, much to Dilly's disgust. Neither child had any trouble with schoolwork since their mother had prepared them so well. From the time they were very little, they had the twenty volume set of Book Of Knowledge in their house which she and Marsden devoured. Many years later, Dilly's son John loved a newer version of the same set of books. In school they read books for grades and Dilly always read every word, cover-to-cover but Marsden discovered he could read the first and last chapter and prepare a report on just those and get the same grade. Father admitted it Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 91) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6740cb2c0b9c6733256ee8bd9ccce9e8.jpg d7f3d2be271b4c709acaa337b15f6cb6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 92] [corresponds to page 83 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] wasn't right but didn't know what he could do about it. Dilly remembers having the family picture taken and her mother wearing a new dress she had made, "It was light blue with bright orange trim and I couldn't stand the clashing colors" commented Dilly. Already she was beginning to take after her father while her brother resembled his mother. [photo: The Dillenbecks in 1914 in Mt. Carmel] The houses in Mt. Carmel were built so close together, there was barely room to get a wheelbarrow between them. One night the family was awakened by the neighbor banging on the wall and they looked outside to see the neighor's house on fire just beyond Dilly's room. Mother called to wake up the children and told them to get dressed. Marsden was so much asleep he never really woke up to get dressed and ended up with his legs in the armholes, etc. This frustrated and annoyed Dilly who called for help and dragged him to their parent's room. Mother took over dressing Marsden and told Dilly to go get her clothes and bring them back. Terrified Dilly had to leave the safety of her mother's room and walk towards the fire blazing outside her room, get her clothes and return to her mother's room. When she got back to her mother's room, Dilly discovered she had dropped a black stocking and therefore had to return to her room and brave the fire again to retrieve it. When she was dressed and they got her brother dressed, her father carried her brother and her mother collected their 'valuables' in a comforter and the family went to safety across the street. The fire department was able to put out the chimney fire without damage Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 92) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/59e08a59caa5201342b740fb3a7f37e7.jpg 19cf89d508d4c6717f0e94beb97a4146 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 93] [corresponds to page 84 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] to the parsonage but the stress of the scare caused eight year old Dilly's hair to fall out. Being minister's children, Dilly and Marsden were always expected to do the right thing. This is a very difficult standard for children. One day some boys began poking at Marsden because they knew he would not fight back. Naturally, Marsden came out on the short end of the fight and went home the worse for wear. His father took him aside and told him that although fighting was not right, he would have to stick up for himself. The mountains in Mt. Carmel, inspired Andrew, who loved hiking. He convinced two of his parishioners to join him on a hike across the height of Pennsylvania. This love of mountain hiking left an impression on Dilly. Hollis, New York From 1917 to 1921, the family lived in Hollis in the Borough of Queens in New York City. Dilly went to School #35 where many famous people, such as Art Buckwald, have been educated. It was a big brick school which housed grades one through eight. It was education at its best. To Dilly's delight, the school officials allowed her to skip the fourth grade which put her in different classes than Marsden. Her parents were both active in the war effort. Andrew was in charge of a warehouse which stored the food, blankets, clothing and other items collected by the Lutheran churches across the United States for the Belgium War Relief. He organized them and got items shipped to Belgium. Pearl worked in the warehouse office and helped Andrew. This necessitated hiring someone to cook and look after Dilly and Marsden so a cousin was employed to take care of them Her cooking was awful! Her cookies tasted so bad that the children devised many ways to hide them until they were away from the table and could get rid of them. Dilly always wished she had inherited the family ability to speak in front of a group. Her father was a wonderful speaker. When her brother graduated from Hamilton he got all the prizes for public speaking. Dilly gets tongue tied and can not think in front of a group. Once in the fourth grade she was asked to do math mentally but when she stood up in front of the class, she drew a blank. When she sat down, the answers came easily. Later she was to be in a Thanksgiving play and had learned all her lines, but when she tried to say them she couldn't so she was removed from the cast. [photo: Dilly and Violet Van Houten in 1919 at Far Rockaway Beach in Their Swimming Suits] Home economics was an important part of the school curriculum. Dilly began to sew in the sixth grade. Her first big project was a slip with shoulder straps which she made entirely by hand. Her mother realized Dilly had a knack for the art of sewing. For years she had made crude doll clothes making up the patterns as she went. Now she applied her new skills and began to make very Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 93) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b18250c08d624c36a61396702d151e0c.jpg 22c72027891a457443d58d4a95f05502 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 94] [corresponds to page 85 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] fashionable doll clothes. Her father hired a carpenter to make a dresser to house all the doll clothes. In the eight grade, Dilly made her first dress entirely by hand. Because of her short stature, store bought clothes always needed altering from a 14 to an 8. Often the sleeves had to be removed and the shoulder decreased. Always the cuffs were too big. Sometimes mother had dressmaker come in and alter clothes for Dilly. Now she could do some of this for herself. She even designed some of her own clothes. To this day she still enjoys hemming by hand. Cooking was also part of the home economics course but Dilly doesn't remember much about it. Later Dilly hemmed a skirt above her knees which really upset Pearl. As usually happened in the family, Andrew was brought in to mediate between the two. He decided Dilly should lower the skirt half between the two disputed lengths. Since she had plenty of hem, she was able to do so. Aunt Alice, Pearl's sister', taught Dilly to crochet and knit. Once Dilly knit a coat but she never liked it after she got it finished. [photo: Dilly and Marsden with Uncle John Dillenbeck, a Soldier at Camp Slocam] In 1918, a flu epidemic swept through the Army Camp on Long Island and through Hollis. Uncle John who was stationed at the Army Camp, Pearl, Dilly, Marsden and even the cousin, Martha, who was hired to cook came down with the flu. This left Andrew to take care of all of them. Not only was he not a good cook, Andrew was all thumbs in the kitchen and this made Pearl nervous. One day she couldn't stand it any longer and got out of bed to help prepare food. At the same time she got up a wagon full of caskets went by the house on its way to the Army Camp and Andrew ordered her back to bed or she would be the next one in a casket. "I don't remember what he fed us but we knew not to complain," remembered Dilly. The family finally got its first phonograph, a Pathe, which was not the most expensive but a very good player. Of course one had to use Pathe records on it. The family enjoyed the Red Seal records which were operas and good music. Dilly was in the eighth grade on Armistice Day, November 11, 1918. She remembers the headlines on the paper kept getting bigger and bigger as the war progressed. On Armistice Day the entire student body was marched outside and stood in lines near the cannon on the front lawn while they sang the Star Spangled Banner and other patriotic songs. It was a moving experience. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 94) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e6b8ef67affa24999ce786e026c71723.jpg 0e83fc7a2dcbd8f3231f4674ad1ee025 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 95] [corresponds to page 86 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] In the eighth grade Dilly had a crush on Lowell Crosby whose initials were L C. So Dilly adopted the middle name of Elsie. Also that year, the school saw fit for Marsden to skip the seventh grade so he and Dilly were back in the same classroom. Being in a minister's family is like always living in a fishbowl. Someone is continually watching, waiting for you to do something inappropriate. On Sundays we were allowed to read the Bible but nothing else. If we played Finch, we had to pull the shades "One member of our parish was Mr. Few. He had a daughter my age and a son who was Marsden's age. We used to chant, 'Mr. Few has two Few children!" recalled Dilly. Well, one day Mr. Few was talking about another member of the community not keeping the Sabbath and then he said to my father, "If I ever see you playing croquet on Sunday, I'll quit the church." Father didn't like that one bit. Pearl had been brought up in Hartwick Seminary and was used to this stringent code. The only card game she played was Finch. However she enjoyed parlor charades and music. While living in Hollis, Dilly was asked to wash the silverware after a church dinner. When she entered, the women were talking about her mother because they did not like a stand she had made on an issue. Dilly remembers that the comments hurt when she knew they were talking about her mother. She grew up thinking congregations as a whole are a pain in the neck to the minister's children. Another time the family had gotten a new dark mahogany chair with a beautiful green plush seat. This chair was by far their nicest. One day a family came to call and brought their daughter who was rather backward. The girl sat on the beautiful chair. All children were suppose to sit quietly while the grownups visited. The girl did a good deal of squirming but remained in the chair. When the family left, Pearl was horrified to discover the girl had wet the chair. She scrubbed to remove the stain and smell and of course that ruined the plush seat. They continued to use the seat and Dilly had to continue to treat the girl like everyone else even though she knew the girl should have asked to go out. In Hollis, Dilly developed her love of the theater. Both of her parents loved the theater, her mother operas and her father musicals. In the town of Jamaica two miles away they had 6 acts of vaudeville. However father loved to hike and insisted they hike the two miles to the theater. He always gave in after the play and they took the trolley home. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 95) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/947bf6e98ef58ae85e2a4f1b93e34d73.jpg 72eed50b9cabcfd7646ff9da5fde4237 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 96] [corresponds to page 87 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Once a year the family traveled into New York for the extravaganza at the Hippodrome. It was all very exciting but they never made an opera at the New York Metropolitan Opera. In Hollis, Dilly's mother worked in the public library while the librarian was on vacation and allowed Dilly to join her and even put away the fairy tales thus planting the seed for a future career. "While they were building a new parsonage in Hollis, we moved into another house. Across the street was a girl who worked in a bookstore and she would sneak me books," recalled Dilly. Then many of the books came in sets like the Red Cross girls, the Fielding books, etc. Dilly read everything she could get her hands on. when her mother found out what was happening, she put a damper on the fun by explaining to Dilly the girl was spending part of her small earnings on books for Dilly and that was not right. [photo: Girl Scout Dilly by the Rose of Sharon Bush in Hollis] Dilly found a Girl Scout Handbook in the library and wanted to earn those beautiful merit badges. She asked her mother to help start a troop but her mother was too busy with church activities. Pearl went to the school and found a teacher to take the troop. Although they moved so often, Dilly was never able to earn all the badges she wanted to but she did enjoy all her scouting, especially the camps. It worked out that the entire family was to be in camps at the same time - Dilly in Girls Scout camp, her parents in a church camp and Marsden in Boy Scouts of America Camp - all on the Hudson River. Dilly loved every bit of her camp but 12 year old Marsden had a rough time. He developed a boil on his backside and when he realized the doctor was going to lance it, he shouted "Get away from me you bums! You're not going to touch me." When the week was over, Dilly got permission to stay another week. Although Dilly never got homesick in camp, she did manage to get a plantar wart on her foot which was very painful and became a woman for the first time - both memorable experiences not related to scouting. When they moved to Lockport there was no Girl Scout Troop. Later in Johnstown, she was again in scouting and did community service by cataloging a junior high library. She was a Girl Scout Leader with 2 assistants and 36 girls. That summer she went to Camp Edith Macy on the Husdon River for training. The trainers were all marvelous speakers which added to a memorable experience. Although the tents were up when they arrived in camp, they had to take them down at the end. When unrolling the side of the tent to put it away, the girls discovered a nest of mice. Dilly remembered feeling something run across her face during the night but thought it was a dream. The entire experience was wonderful but she would never recommend 36 girls in a troop. She spent two summers as a camp counselor for 8 year olds. She never did learn to swim. Marsden and her father could go to the YMCA but there was no where for girls to Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 96) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d6538e9ac71dd51e2c7c5ff02ba9090a.jpg cc1f1f50c8be80386cecae62e2449d1c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 97] [corresponds to page 88 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] swim. However, after graduation, Dilly went to a YWCA Conference in the Adirondacks. One night, she and Betty, another girl attending there, went by the pond and decided to go skinny dipping and cool off. "Imagine me doing that," remembered Dilly. The entire family loved the Hollis parish. Andrew was a minister in a home mission church. While he was there they paid for the church so they could burn the mortgage. Pearl played the pump organ for which Dorothy and Marsden provided the air by moving the bellows. "I considered this a serious charge and paid attention to what I was doing. My brother would sneak the funnies in and read them so sometimes when Mother tried to play there was not any air." However, all was forgiven and they were sorry to see us leave. The church gave Pearl a platinum broach with an amethyst, Dilly a lavaliere with an amethyst, Marsden a tie tack with an amethyst, and Andrew a beautiful Hamilton watch. [image: Saturday, June 16, 1934 Counsellors Are Signed For Girl Scout Camp Trip Several Who Are to Help Direct Month's Camping Jaunt, Opening July 7, Are Secured by Camp Committee for 1934. With the marked increase in the number of Camp Kowaunkami reg- istrations for the 1934 summer sea- son, the indications are that a large camp will again be featured by the Fulton County Girl Scouts Inc., The applications show that a large percentage of old campers are returning and an unusual influx of new ones. The camp will have a four week period as last year with Jennie Mudgett and Jeanne, her assistant, back as cook and assistant and Dorothy Dillenbeck and Barbara Nash, both members of the 1934 staff returning for their second sea- son in the Iroquois and Chippewa units, respectively. Miss Dillenbeck Returns During the past year, Miss Dil- lenbeck, of Johnstown, has been employed at the Stratford District School and has conducted a special class there in outdoor cooking. This practical demonstration of the technique of a camp counsellors training course which she took at the National Camp Edith Macy last year will be of value to all the 10- 12 year old campers who will be in the Iroquois Unit with her and her two assistants this year. "Dilly" as she is known to all campers, will be welcomed back by her large cir- cle of camping friends.] Lockport While Lockport turned out to be Andrew's favorite parish, it didn't start out that way. Ministers cannot always choose when they will be changing parishes. Although they try to make summer changes to help the children in school, it is not always possible. Because the family moved the last months before school was out, Dilly and Marsden had to repeat the eighth grade in Lockport. Not only was this a degrading experience for the children, it did not sit well with their mother or father. The principal of the school was from military school and was very strict. He walked as though he had a rod in his back. Dilly was unhappy because they put her back but she loved the orchestra . One of the men in the church wanted orchestra music for church service. So he started an orchestra and provided instruments if the children would learn to play them. Dilly, who had gone to a music conservatory to learn the piano, selected the cello. Now the cello is a big instrument and Dilly was a small girl. Her brother laughed at her trying to play it and was very surprised when she did learn to make music with the cello. He chose the violin and so for a long time they squeaked together. Dilly continued to play the cello throughout high school. Her friend, Ollie Smith, also played the cello. His father was Dilly's piano teacher at the conservatory. One Christmas Ollie asked Dilly if he could carry her Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 97) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5bc9577ae8758f0c06c7bf56d0d15c85.jpg 7db5cf6973b9acaf872aa2bc73836e68 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 98] [corresponds to page 89 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] cello home. She said yes. When they got to her house, he presented Dilly with a gift and said "I think you should give me a kiss." Dilly replied, "I couldn't do that!" and the young man left. So much for the future of that affair! Dilly returned to carrying her own cello home. Mr. Haviland, the orchestra conductor, was a wonderful musician and expected top performance from all members of the orchestra. "We did a lot of starting and stopping until we got it right," remembers Dilly. However, it paid off because when the orchestra went to a contest, they ranked first - a thrill which carrried over into their adult lives. In addition to the orchestra, Dilly played in the pit orchestra for school operettas and sang in the girls chorus. Dilly didn't really enjoy high school as such. She was always bested by Marsden in the grade department. Her cello was the highlight of those years. Marsden was selected editor and chief of the yearbook and Dilly helped him. Dilly and her father were both blonds while her mother and brother were both brunettes. Her mother took care of Dilly's hair and was very upset when she had it cut her sophomore year in high school. At the time Dilly, age 15, was working in a real estate office as a filing clerk. She was filing in the drawers when the boss walked in behind her and exclaimed, "Girl, what have you done?" "Then I realized I had really done something awful," remembers Dilly. All the time Dilly was in school her parents selected sturdy shoes purchased two sizes larger than needed so she would wear them for two years. By the second year the shoes were worn as well as not fashionable. Dilly remembers hating the shoes so much, she would sneak her pumps into a bag and carry them to school and change so she felt more fashionable. Of course her mother eventually caught her and it was back to the sturdy shoes. She was also becoming clothes conscious. Dilly doesn't remember dating in high school. We would go to a basketball game and sit near each other but we always found our own way there and home. The cars just had room for six people so any more than that and someone always had to sit on someone's lap. Since Dilly was small, she was usually elected to be on someone's lap. One handsome fellow is [sic in] her class had a beautiful voice and went to Hollywood to play in B movies. At the same time a beautiful girl in her class, named Ryan, was a pianist and also went to Hollywood to be in movies. Everyone thought the two would marry. However, the girl returned and married the president of Dilly's class who was a banker. The high school was very large and they gave lessons in everything. The conservatory often put on extra teachers to handle additional subjects. When the school put on a musical, everyone in town came. Dilly loved taking piano lessons but she wasn't a natural like her brother. Marsden was very good at ear training and melody writing but Dilly struggled with them. She really wanted to take the course but only got a 62 or 63 in the course. Of course, Marsden who sang beautifully and played the violin very well, passed easily. One of life's character building events happened in English IV, when Dilly Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 98) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e478a89daab04a48c8b720d43b90baeb.jpg e2c635cc86f97b870e6ffc67d1be8985 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 99] [corresponds to page 90 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] again faced being tongue tied in front of the class. Her mother told her to stop thinking everyone is looking at her and just talk to the class. One day after Dilly stumbled through her presentation, a little bow-legged boy who had a crush on Dilly since 8th grade got up and said how good her presentation was. While his thought was nice, it didn't make her feel any better. Andrew did not like Monday because that was always washday and he had to get the water for Pearl who washed her clothes in large glavanized tubs which sat on a bench- like structure with a wringer in the middle. Pearl was very modern and had given up boiling her clothes, but Dilly remembers seeing her aunt boil all her clothes. While in Lockport, Andrew bought Pearl one of the first washers, a General Electric, with a big barrel tub which went around. A hose connected to the water at the kitchen sink. Now Andrew was free to do other things on Mondays. Dilly remembers their Regina floor cleaner. Using it required two people: one in the front to direct the hose and pull the unit, and the second in back to operate the bellows to create the vacuum to suck up the dirt into the canister in the middle. Dilly remembers calling, "M-o-m. Marsden isn't pumping." To which her mother always replied that if she was doing a good job on her end she would be too busy to notice what Marsden was doing. Of course, a book was always waiting and Dilly wanted to get the chores done as quickly as possible. Each spring the carpets were rolled up and put on a line so the dirt could be beaten out of them. Naturally the task had children written all over it. Old newspapers, from under the rugs, were thrown away and replaced with new ones before the carpets were replaced. The good thing about the task was that it was only done once a year. In 1924-26, cars were few and far between but one of the women in her father's parish had convinced the church members that their minister really needed a car to attend to all the parishioners and they raised the money for the most inexpensive car of the time, Chevrolet. The car was open with Isinglass panels to put on in case of rain. The family thought it was great. Mabel Gooding was in Dilly's high school class. She was a good friend of both Marsden and Dilly. One day the church group was going on an outing and the transportation assignments had been made. Mable wanted to go in Dilly's car but she was not on that list. However she told everyone she was and caused a big scene. Pearl caught her in the lie and told Marsden and Dilly they were to have no further contact with Mable. They both liked her and felt their mother's punishment was a little strict but they also knew there was no way around it. Pearl had been brought up in the Hartwick Seminary and was totally indoctrinated with the belief that anyone who lied, drank any form of alcohol or smoked even cigarettes would surely go to hell. Once again, these ideas were also impressed upon her children but moderated a little by their father's beliefs. At this time in Dilly's life she experienced the only event in her life she would not do over again. It has always been an embarrassment to her that she could have done something so terrible which impacted not only on her but on her entire family. The memory brings forth terrible emotions to this day. Dilly's father subscribed to The Saturday Evening Post and Cosmopolitan, which Dilly loved to read. She thought the glamorous life described in the articles Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 99) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0922191a4c495ca3cdf40f09384e1538.jpg 66f75e722629e732b5d55ddabe69ea31 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 100] [corresponds to page 91 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] and by F. Scott Fitzgerald must be wonderful. She wondered what it would be like to wear long gloves and sip champagne. When Dilly was a senior she took Physics and was paired with a 23 year old boy, Scott Wiles, who was returning to school. He asked her to a dance and she agreed to go. They double dated with another couple. Instead of going directly to the dance, Scott was of age and took them to a speakeasy. Having him get them in was very exciting. Dilly knew she shouldn't be there but she had to see what it was like. They each ordered a drink so Dilly had a Tom Collins. After their drink they went on to the dance. Dilly told her neighbor where they had been and enjoyed the dance. After the dance when Scott suggested going back for another drink, Dilly agreed. After another Tom Collins, Scott took her home. Dilly went to bed enjoying the glamorous feeling. The next day her father wanted to talk with her and she knew he had found out about her evening. Indeed the neighbor girl told her parents who told Dilly's father. He was upset and kept her out of school for a week and then the school expelled all of them. At the end of the week, Andrew asked Dilly to walk with him. He walked her the length of Main Street and back again so all the people could see she was forgiven. Dilly looks at that humiliating walk as one more of the many character building experiences of her youth. Of course she got no sympathy from her brother, Marsden. But unfortunately, that was not the last Dilly was to hear of the experience. When she tried to enter Elmira College, her application had to go to the principal for his recommendation. Because of her expulsion, he refused to give her a good recommendation so she could not get in college. "I remember Father pacing the floor and not saying very flattering things about the principal," commented Dilly. Then her father was so upset he took the train to the college to discuss the matter with the college president. The president overruled the decision and Dilly was admitted. Elmira College The first social event on the campus was a formal reception given by the college president. Dilly dreaded going since he knew of her past. When she approached him in the receiving line, the president gave her a big smile and she smiled back as he said, "I hope you enjoy being at Elmira." He never brought up the incident. [photo: "Where It All Began," says Carleton. Dilly's Dorm Window Where She First Saw Carleton Coming Up the Walk] When Dilly was taking her physical for college they knew she was anemic. The doctor recommended liver shots which she took regularly and all signs of the anemia disappeared. Dilly had her first friend die Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 100) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8436fc113f204d1a4189f7b130a49b77.jpg ff5dec9cdda300057f2a19bb7e034026 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 101] [corresponds to page 92 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] while she was in college. One of her high school friends got tuberculous and was isolated at home. When she went to see her, Dilly's father insisted she go no further into the house than the porch. Not only did her friend die, but the girl's mother and sister got the same disease and it also took their lives. Years later Dilly, Laura Whitney and Pauline Livingston provided ice cream to the TB patients in the Nightingale Cottage in Columbus. In college she lived in a dorm with 2 classmates her first year, another 2 her second year. Her third year Irene Miller asked to live with her. She had the only phonograph player. Her senior year she wanted to live with her friend Fitchie, but Irene asked her so she stayed with Irene. Dorm life was very educational! Her best college friends were Fitchie and Gert. They were together so much they became known as The Three Musketeers: Fitchie was known as Aramis, Gert as Porthos, and Dilly as Athos. "All my college friends are still alive but Fitchie," noted Dilly. For physical education, Dilly took three years of interpretative dancing and a year of gym. During her senior year she was in charge of taking a group of girls, who didn't participate in gym, hiking. [photo: Carleton S. Burrer in 1929 at Westinghouse in Pittsburgh] Math was never Dilly's long suit. She worked and worked at it. Once her roommate who was planning to be a math teacher, took Dilly aside and said she would teach her math or she shouldn't be a math teacher. They worked and worked on it. When Dilly took a test with five questions, the last was calculus and she knew she needed to spend all her time on the other four questions and be sure they were right before tackling the last one. She passed but with a very low score because of the last problem. While she was in Elmira in 1926, the girls would ride the trolley downtown for 7 cents to see the movies. The ride took her past the beautiful Victorian Mansion which was the home of Mark Twain's wife, Olivia Langton. Twain knew Langton's brother who introduced the two. It was a match and Twain married Olivia. Dilly had another member of the Langton family, Ida, as her English teacher for the Romantic Poets - Wordsworth, Byron, Shelley, and Keats. Ida was to be another character building experience for Dilly. She stood tall and straight (must have worn a stiff corset to hold such a pose) and was obviously over qualified for this teaching position. In addition to being the niece of Mark Twain's wife, she had a Ph. D. from Yale and had written on many subjects including Milton. When someone was reciting, the teacher stared out the window as though bored. If Dilly had liked poetry more it might have been easier but while she enjoyed Keats, she found Wordsworth impenetrable, Bryan exciting, and Shelley too philosophical. When the final grades were posted, Dilly had to repeat the class and unfortunately she had the same teacher. The second time she got through the course. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 101) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d239858487a2dea320820463a598103f.jpg aec1b4e43257774640b71e87bb85c275 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 102] [corresponds to page 93 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Fifty years later when Dilly returned to the Elmira campus, she and Carleton retraced the trolley trip downtown and the mansion was gone. In its place was a parking lot. Such a disappointment! [photo: Carleton and Dilly Senior PromWeekend] Dilly remembers her first movies were silent films, with a piano player providing music. The theaters were usually a dirty hole in the ground type but the life on the screen made it all wonderful. The Saturday afternoon movies were often serials such as "The Perils of Pauline" with Pearl White, so one had to go each week to keep up with the story. Of course, all the girls had heavy crushes on the movie stars and collected pictures of them. One of her favorites was John Gilbert. When she later met Carleton she though [sic thought] he looked like Gilbert. "It Happened One Night" with Clarke [sic Clark] Gable and Claudette Colbert was a favorite movie. Some other films and stars Dilly remembers seeing are Adolph Menjou in "Blonde or Brunette," Ronald Colman and Vilma Banky in "A Night of Love," Great Garbo and Antonio Moreno in "The Temptress," Lillian Gish in "Scarlet Letter," and of course, John Gilbert and Greto [sic Greta] Garbo in "Flesh and the Devil." Her love of the theater was further nourished by the repertory group which put on plays in Elmira. Dilly remembers going to see the group put on a different play each week with the same cast of characters. The hero one week might be the villain the next week which often caused frustration among the girls. [photo: Andrew L. Dillenbeck in 1933 at Canajoharie] Dilly found some interesting notes in her diary of her 1926-27 year at Elmira which contain the following prices: Haircut - .50, Riding lesson - $1.00, Eskimo Pie - 5 cents, Trolley fare - 7 cents, 1/2 pint of ice cream - 15 cents, Danish pastry 10 cents, Middy - $1.60, and a Babe Ruth 5 cents. Dinner at Browns was 30 cents or 40 cents, dinner at Creighton's was 55 cents or one could have pancakes for 20 cents. Schoonovers had Sundaes for 20 cents Of course, the big highlight of Dilly's college days was the blind date with Carleton for the Senior Prom. Without that event this book would not be written. Andrew Honored In 1927 Andrew's Alma Mater honored Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 102) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d7d9b9d440572f83153a51d4ec9e288f.jpg 3d21544c59ea6332788d1fbd3b4ec58c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 103] [corresponds to page 94 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] him with the honorary degree of Doctor of Divinity. He was one of the founders of Hartwick College and president of the last named board five years. He was statistical secretary of the United Lutheran Synod in New York for four years and president of the Council of Churches in Lockport and Johnstown. He taught the course in Religious Education two years in the Theological Seminary at Hartwick. He was the first president of the Dillenbeck Family Association in America and spent twenty years compiling data for his genealogy book. [photo: Andrew and Alice Dillenbeck 1954] In 1951, Pearl Dillenbeck died following a very long illness. Andrew married a widow who became Gramma Alice to John Burrer. Alice only had an eighth grade formal educataion but she had the sweetest personality. She sought out rough stuff and sold it to antique dealers. Shortly before his death, Andrew returned to the pulpit of the Stone Arabia Church where he had started his ministry. He died in 1963. Marsden Dilly's brother Marsden graduated from Hamilton College in New York in 1930 with a major in speech. While he was in college he was president of Tau Kappa Epsilon and sang in the choir. He was a student in the C.M.T.C. training camp in Plattsburg one summer. Marsden had a jazz band which he directed. He also played the violin and sang with the band. Sometimes he would even wear his tux to school because he wouldn't have time to change. Well, he spent too much time with the band and his fraternity and didn't study so he failed his English exam his senior year and could not graduate. They gave him the test a second time and he passed. After graduation he taught English for four years in Hartwick Academy and taught Public Speaking in Iowa State College, Ames, Iowa, during a summer session. He completed his Masters at University State of New York in Albany and became principal of the school in Ephratah. [photo: Winifred and Marsden Dillenbeck, Dilly Burrer] He married Winifred Purdy who worked for the principal of Rye High School and taught commercial studies. They both loved to travel and enjoyed life. While teaching in Rye, the wealthy parents of many of the children would approach Marsden and tell him their son or daughter needed to pass his class to go on to the better schools. Marsden's method of teaching was to challenge each student thus they found themselves working and enjoying Marsden's classes so Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 103) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/88753e359e2f57a256ec49ce311d8475.jpg 976109dc9d787b874a393bea047d186c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 104] [corresponds to page 95 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] much they passed on their own. Always a good story teller, it did not surprise the family when Marsden became a reader for Scribner publishing company. While there Marsden wrote reader's guides for some of the classics, including Graham's children's classic, Wind in the Willows and Galsworthy's, Man of Property. Marsden began drinking which brought back horrible memories for his father. Andrew feared Marsden would follow in his grandfather Luther's footsteps but Marsden was a clever alcoholic who still was able to be a good teacher and carry on a normal life. Unfortunately there were no children born to Marsden and therefore it was the end of Captain Andrew Dillenbeck's line. Dilly's Graduate Work The women in Dilly's family tended to be teachers. In addition to her mother, Aunt Alice (her mother's sister) was also a very strict teacher. "I've always thought Aunt Alice looked like a owl around her eyes. She was very disciplined and always wore a long black skirt, black hose and little black slippers which snapped at the side." Rev. Lambert Swackhammer and his daughter Catherine Margaret (Dilly's grandmother) were also teachers. Of course her mother thought she should consider the field but it was not for Dilly. By the time she graduated from high school, Dilly knew she wanted to be a librarian and have access to all those books. Throughout her youth, her mother had tried to protect her from the fantasy world presented in books and carefully watched everything Dilly read. One time she was reading Zane Grey's Betty Zane, and her mother saw the book. Pearl saw the girl on the cover and decided it was a love story so she made Dilly take the book back to the library. She did but later she would return, find the book and stand in the aisle and read it. She finished the book but her mother never knew it. The books she loves, she reads over and over. Some of the favorites were Charles Dickens' David Copperfield, The Last Days of Pompeii, Ben Hur, and Jane Austin's novels. Her favorite period in history was the Roman Empire so naturally she likes anything about that period. Following graduation from Elmira in 1930, with a degree in pre-library, Dilly went to Columbia University and worked her way through Library Science graduate school. A Masonic Scholarship helped with tuition but she needed other funds for room, board, books, etc. Her father knew the President of Wagner College and he gave Dilly a job in the Wagner College Library on Staten Island. She worked on Wednesday afternoons, Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday nights and all day Saturdays. The job included a room and board in a house with other teachers and college employees, and a small amount of spending money. While in the library she began her love affair with Time magazine which she has faithfully read ever since. Now while her eyesight is failing, she listens to Time being read over a special radio in her home but still gets the print copies which she scans with the aid of a magnifying glass. 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To pass the time on the subway, Dilly would study people's faces and try to figure out what they did, where they were going, etc. She wove some complicated fantasies about her fellow travelers but never asked any to confirm her ideas. Using the library at Columbia became a challenge. Instead of using the Dewey system to catalog, this library used Library of Congress cataloging so Dilly had to learn a new system. The boarding house was a new experience for Dilly who had lived a sheltered life. "One day, I remember one of the men who lived in the house was from Singapore and I was asking him questions about his background while standing in my doorway. He took the questions as a personal interest in him and the next thing I knew he had closed the door to my room, turned off the light and was starting to make improper advances. I quickly opened the door and led him out when the 6'3" coach, who roomed across the hall, heard my raised voice and offered to help if I had any more trouble." "The boys were studying to be ministers and I knew I did not ever want to be a minister's wife so I didn't do any serious dating. Besides, I had already met Carleton and knew he was the man for me," remembers Dilly. By the second year at Columbia, Dilly moved into an apartment on 18th Street. The art librarian was divorced and sublet rooms for $6 per week so Dilly took one. Her room was very small with only room for a desk, a chair and a cot and of course the shared bathroom down the hall. The window looked out on the inner court because those rooms were cheaper. To give herself more space, Dilly left the door open and her friends would come to her room to hang out. Her job at Columbia was in the foreign periodicals department. The library closed at 9 p.m.. One night after closing Dilly was on her way home and it was raining so she stopped, took off her glasses and put them in her case. Then she stopped at the corner grocery to get a bottle of milk. Coming out of the store was a man in a Chesterfield coat with a black velvet collar and a Fedora hat. He nodded to Dilly and said, "They'll be out in a minute." She was so surprised to see anyone dressed like this that she was really taken back when a second man came out of the backroom dressed just like the first in a Chesterfield coat with a black velvet collar and a Fedora hat. He, too, said, "They'll be out in a minute." Dilly went on into the store and soon discovered the store had been robbed and the only help she could give the police was the description of the men's hats and coats. Perhaps if she had not taken off her glasses she would have noticed something else! Her apartment was on the second floor of a three story building. One night Dilly rang the bell but the elevator never came. After several attempts she walked the stairs. Later she discovered there were robbers in the building, and they had the elevator operator tied up. Since Dilly was earning her own way through graduate school, she had little money for clothes but since she wasn't dating she didn't need many and the ones she had made were fine. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 105) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ba075a2dfa9a0e74b829daf06fd1802c.jpg 3218d6171c6e9fc822670587689a893e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 106] [corresponds to page 97 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] After two years, she got her Masters of Library Science from Columbia University in 1932 after writing her thesis on the editions of the Bible. Johnstown Following graduation, she went home to Johnstown and clerked in a department store as she had done on several vacations from school. This was a rough time because she now had two degrees but following the Depression, jobs were very scarce. She spent three months cataloging and helping the librarian at Johnstown Junior High. Her friend Fritchie, who was a [an] excellent teacher, taught there. [photo: Dilly at Cooperstown Station with Second Chevrolet on September 30, 1925] Dilly also had a job passing out Franklin D. Roosevelt's slogans which people were supposed to put in their windows. Many let her know they were not going to do it. During this time, Dilly volunteered to play the piano for the Vacation Bible School in her father's church, worked with Girl Scouts and made a rock garden for her mother. Rock gardens were the trend in flower gardens, Dilly's consisted of three round flower beds with all the special effects. Dilly's father decided to teach Dilly to drive. While she was learning she flooded the car and stopped it right in front of the trolley, much to her father's embarrassment. That ended her driving lessons. Dilly Goes to Stratford Finally in 1934 she found a job. She worked through Franklin D. Roosevelt's W.P.A. as the school librarian in Stratford, a mountain town in the lower Adirondacks. All grades and high school came to the same school to get an ED-U-CA-SION. "Imagine me teaching ballroom dancing and arithmetic to farmers!" Square dancing was popular recreation in the area but they were eager to learn ballroom dancing so Dilly played the piano while they danced. Outdoor cooking was also an offered subject. "If you have read Jesse Stuart's books about mountain folks, you have an idea of what I faced," remembers Dilly. Many of the folks were squatters on someone else's property so they didn't welcome strangers to their door. Often if you did go to a home, you were greeted with a gun. One day a girl came to fetch the nurse because her mother had been unable to have a bowel movement for more than a week and was in agony. The nurse had tried before to call on the Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 106) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e3c51b9c954c5dfd2d9385d70f5f4cb8.jpg 94d2fd92edba9768d25446ec98b28e98 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 107] [corresponds to page 98 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] people in that house and been greeted by a gun so she was hesitant. However, when she got to the house the woman was in such agony, the family quickly admitted her. Later she was again forbidden to enter. The town nurse owned the house where Dilly rented a room. It was the only one in town with indoor toilet. The people in the boarding house consisted of teachers and the nurse. All of this was over shadowed by the thrill of visiting Sunbury and receiving an engagement ring at Christmas. Thus she and Carleton began their long engagement. Canajoharie At long last in 1934, Dilly got a bonafide job as the school librarian in Canajoharie high school making $1475 for the year. As we mentioned before, Burt Alter was so impressed with her mother's teaching skills, he offered Dilly a job without seeing her. In fact he never did see her. For the first 3 or 4 weeks, Dilly commuted to Canajoharie but then she moved in with her favorite cousin who happened to be an excellent cook. Four or five months later the director of the Girl Scouts and the physical education director of the high school asked Dilly to move in with them. So Dilly bought a studio couch which opened into a bed and they became a threesome. They were about the same age, had the same interests and therefore had a barrel of fun. Toward the end of the school year, Dilly mentioned marriage to Carleton since she had been wearing his ring almost two years. Since she thought they would be marrying, she did not renew her contract. One weekend, Carleton and his father, K.O., paid Dilly a visit and K.O. explained to her that Carleton's grandfather had put his foot down and would not hear of Carleton marrying. Carleton just sat quietly and listened. "It was like a knife in my heart," whispered Dilly. So now she had no job and no prospects for a future. She had a working relationship with the Wittenberg librarian where there was an opening for a job but some one else who was related got the position. Hartwick College, which her father had help start, was also looking for someone. A Lutheran college in Iowa was interested in a head librarian but Dilly didn't feel she was ready for that responsibility. Capital University With her Master in Library Science degree, Dilly wrote to all the Lutheran Colleges looking for a position in 1932. She recieved a lovely letter from Miss Dorothea Conrad at Capital saying Dilly's qualifications looked good so she should stop in whenever she was in the area. In 1935, she still hadn't found the right [image: 1935. Assistant Librarian Named at Capital U. Miss Dorothy M. Dillenbeck of Johnstown, N. Y., was named as- sistant librarian at the Capital university library, it was an- nounced this week by Capital of- ficials. Miss Dillenbeck will assist Miss Dorothea - M. Conrad, head librarian. She is a graduate of Elmira col- lege and was later graduated from Columbia university with a bach- elor of science degree in library science. She served as librarian at Wagner Memorial Luther college before coming to Capital.] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 107) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6229cf5ecd25e227221f32aeb63d14d6.jpg 78f91ce75b97739fca988ef21d6d6ba0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 108] [corresponds to page 99 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] job and her brother, Marsden, who had a new DeSoto, offered to drive her to Columbus. Along the way, he braked suddenly and Dilly's head hit the windshield so she arrived at her interview with a bump on her head. Miss Conrad and Dilly hit it off right away. "I took us downtown to a well known restaurant and she took us to the Bexley Tea Room," remembers Dilly. In August, Miss Conrad called and asked her to come to Capital University as the assistant librarian. It was ideal! The school was Lutheran, away from home and closer to Sunbury than she had been. "Miss Conrad was as tall as I am small," chuckled Dilly who compensated by always wearing high heels until she broke her hip shortly after Carleton died. Instead of a small office, she had a desk in a large workroom with windows all the way around. "I felt so lucky." Miss Conrad had a basement full of books which needed to be catalogued and assigned them to Dilly. Unfortunately they were written in German and Dilly had not studied that language. In high school she had taken Latin and Spanish. At Elmira she studied more Spanish and French. However Dilly's job at Capital including cataloging the archival books all written in German. She rented a one bedroom apartment with kitchen and living room for $20 per month, sent for her studio couch and made a bed of turquoise tiles supporting springs. Several months after she was in Columbus, Dilly called Carleton and asked him to meet her at Broad'El, a restaurant in Bexley. After he sat down she very quietly pushed the box containing her engagement ring towards him and told him she was sorry she hadn't sent it to him sooner. He pushed it back and then explained the rest of the story. Carleton's grandfather, Mr. Sperry, was widowed so Carleton and his mother, Daisy, had been living with him at 47 Morning Street and caring for him. The little money Carleton made was basically supporting the household. Mr. Sperry thought that was too many mouths to feed and put his foot down forbidding Carleton to bring a bride into the house. "They never considered I was working and could be a contributing member of the household," recalls Dilly. He went on to explain to me that he had his father tell me because he couldn't. I was hurt but Carleton was also devastated and embarrassed by the whole matter. He asked me to keep the ring and we began dating again and never discussed it again. Occasionally, the couple would double date with Carleton's high school friend, Hoyt Whitney, and Laura Crawford. Hoyt was the brother of Polly Horn's father, Bill Whitney. Seward Arnold from Westinghouse days, and his wife Dottie joined them and all became good friends for life. The first year at Capital, Dilly made $1000 per year with the rank of instructor. The second year she made $1200. Eventually in 1944, she became an assistant professor and made $2600. Dilly's roommate, Mary Jane Gorman, was dating Armin Henry Meyer who graduated from Capital in 1935. He taught mathematics and was dean of men at Capital. Although he was seven years younger then Dilly, they became good friends. She often was their fourth for Bridge. When Mary Jane and Armin married and he had a job in Cairo, he asked Dilly to be the librarian at the Embassy in Cairo. That was too far from Carleton. Although Armin's marriage Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 108) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5b43620298a33bedb075bc9c37ee265a.jpg 7e00092d769efb2df960e51415192386 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 109] [corresponds to page 100 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Armin Henry Meyer] ended in divorce, he and Dilly continued to keep in touch. Since it was very difficult to get business suits in other countries, Dilly would pick them out and have them sent to him. She watched his career grow with the State Department from Military Attache of American Legation in Cairo in 1946 to United States Ambassador to Lebanon, Japan, and Iran from 1965-69. He later became a professor at Georgetown University's School of Foreigh service. When Armin returned to Capital to give a speech, he visited the Burrer home. He had written the memories of his life as an ambassador and a copy of the book, Assignment Tokyo, is in the Community Library Burrer Family Memorial Room. [photo: Lt. Gen. Robert Eichelberger with Armin Meyer in the Brown Suit Dilly Chose] Dilly, the Mountain Climber Always wanting to be a part of her father's hiking and mountain climbing trips, Dilly convinced her father she really wanted to climb Mt. Marcy for summer vacation in 1936. It is the highest peak in the Adirondacks, and Dilly wanted to say she had climbed it. The following item appeared in the local paper: Local Party Planning To climb Mt. Marcy Two local clergymen, the Rev. Edward L. Swartout, Jr., of the Reformed church, the Rev. Andrew L. Dillenbeck, D.D., of St. Mark's Lutheran, Mrs. Swartout and Dr. Dillenbeck's daughter, Dorothy, are planning a climb of Mt. Marcy next Monday. The quartet will start the ascent at the western approach from Tahawus and expect to cover ten miles going up and thirteen miles descending. They plan to spend Monday night at the top of the mountain, making the return trip Tuesday. One of the interesting features awaiting them at the top, 5,344 feet above sea level is a view of Lake Pear, the highest lake in New York state, Avalanche Pass and Lake Colden, all picturesque sights. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 109) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/80889ea5b70b828e7b70fc55834e2b8c.jpg 5e30b876324b6e45b0e6e1253bd90741 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 110] [corresponds to page 101 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Rev. Edward L. Swartout, Jr., and his wife were young and in excellent physical shape because they spent much time hiking and in other sports. Normally one trains before undertaking such an event but Dilly just knew she could do it with no problem - after all she had been a Girl Scout. Although to get to Mt. Marcy, they had to climb several small mountains, the trip up went fine. The scenery was beautiful. The top was all Dilly knew it would be and the feeling of accomplishment was invigorating. Unfortunately, on the return trip, Dilly's legs were cramping badly. When she finally reached the bottom, she had to go to bed and stay there for a week. Her brother could never understand how she convinced her father to let her go when he was experienced and should have realized she was not up to it. Althugh the pain and exhaustion were not pleasant, Dilly says climbing the mountain was one of her personal accomplishments. "Once you've climbed a mountain, you're never the same. Everyone should have the experience." Years later she and Carleton climbed a smaller Mt. Snowie near Johnstown in one day. G.J. and the Director of the Girl Scout camp were with them. It was an easy climb and Carleton and Dilly came down arm in arm. Columbus had everything Dilly loved. She joined two music clubs and enjoyed the Bexley players. Columbus had good restaurants, ball teams, and public transportation which was very important since Dilly had not learned to drive. While at Capital, Dilly and her friends went to the Hartman Theater in Columbus. The seats sold out quickly so they would take turns standing in line. They could only afford tickets in the peanut gallery but the productions were not to be missed. Usually the Broadway stars toured with the shows that played at the Hartman. Dilly kept all the show programs and playbills and years later she had all her collection from the Hartman and those from Broadway bound. [photo: Billy Arnold, 1 1/2, and Dilly in Cincinnati] One of Dilly's special memories of her time at Capital is getting to attend the American Library Association Convention in Cincinnati. Although she had to pay her own way, it was a thrill to be in on the biggest gathering of librarians as they discussed the role of librarians. The trip was a double hit because Dilly was able to visit her friend Dottie Arnold, who was now the mother of Dilly's godson, Billy. Through the years Dilly and the Arnolds have remained very close. Dilly's father baptized Billy in the Arnold's living room. She watched Billy grow to Bill, go to college at Florida State University where a circus trained. Being very strong, Bill learned acrobatics and became the base for pyramids because he could lift the girls. After four years in the Air Force, Bill became a pilot with Delta Air Lines and still flies to London. He married a flight attendant and they have two girls now in college. 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Of course her friends did use them so Dilly was glad to be able to give her ration stamps to others. One friend would call and remind her it was time for a visit and to bring her ration books. "I remember going to the store for nylon hose and taking a number which I turned in. When my number came up, the store would notify me and I would go in to pick up my Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 111) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/213520122dbd8747febed154e8aa84c2.jpg b4055d8eb50906f328215d29c22f3e9a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 112] [corresponds to page 103 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] stockings," Dilly commented. She remembers a ration on meat and tires and people standing in line to make their purchases. Her biggest concern during the war was for the safety of Carleton and her friends serving in the military. Since she and Carleton had been corresponding for years, this was not a change for her. Now she was visiting England and Hawaii through Carleton's letters. Dilly Looks at Dilly As all people are the sum total of their genes and their environment, Dilly sees herself in the following manner. I am a Democrat and love to follow politics. I love Masterpiece Theater and rarely miss an episode. I am a C-Span and C-Span 2 junkie. I have no ego. I consider myself professional. I believe the best profession is Librarian. I am non-confrontational. I will always stand up for a friend. I am aware of my weaknesses. I am definitely outspoken. I am easy to get along with. I have no temper. I am not courageous. When I believe in a cause, I stand up and fight for it. I feel women are definitely equal to men and really resented a Capital professor once saying women would not equal men. After all can a man birth a child? I talk too much. Would You Do It Over Again? If I were to live it all over again, I would choose to do the same things with one exception, I would be nicer to my mother. I was closer to my father and Marsden was closer our mother throughout our lives. While I loved my mother and respected her, we were not always close. Being a minister's wife, everyone dumped on Mother. While the ministered was hired to do his job, it was assumed his wife was also going to do all the many other tasks associated with the church-teaching, singing, playing the organ, preparing church means, etc. Later, to help with our education, Mother went back to school to renew her teaching certificate even though she wasn't well. When I was away at school I did write her a long letter saying how much I appreciated what she had done for me. The rest of my life has been very full - the ups and downs. Of course, I would do it all over again. 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Description An account of the resource [page 114] [corresponds to page 105 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Marriage Carleton returned from the war just before Thanksgiving in 1945, and they were married December 30, 1945, in Mansfield by a friend from Capital. Dilly, who was always close to her minister father, was just recovering from six weeks of bronchitis which had left her weak and with a heart murmur. "I knew if my father performed the wedding service we would both be too emotional and probably break down and cry," Dilly explained. Seward and his wife, Dottie, and Daisy Sperry stood up for them. Tthe event was the anniversary of Karl and Daisy's wedding but this fact was not known to Dilly at the time. [photo: Daisy Sperry and her Dog in the Backyard on North Morning Street] There was no money for a wedding trip so the couple returned to Sunbury and took up residence with Daisy in the house they were to call home on North Morning Street until 1979. Dilly continued to work at Capital and stayed in Columbus during the week. Some of this time she lived in a dorm but for a while she stayed with the Arnolds. In all this time she was only alone for three weeks one summer. On the weekends, Carleton would pick her up and she would come to Sunbury and take care of the house. [photo: 47 North Morning Street, Sunbury] Although she missed Carleton during the week, she walked a lot, feeling very safe in her neighborhood, and had many friends among the faculty and the faculty wives. When the time came for Dilly to leave Columbus, the faculty women and wives gave a shower for her. In October, Daisy and Carleton went to Columbus and helped move Dilly, who was seven months pregnant, to Sunbury. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 116] [corresponds to page 107 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] John Dillen burrer Two months later, their son, John Dillen, was born December 14, 1946, just sixteen days before their first anniversary. [photo: John Dillen Burrer] One hundred pound Dilly had gained thirty pounds during her pregnancy, so she was really ready for the big event when the time came. On the way to the hospital, she, Carleton, and Daisy chose the name for a son. They chose John after the Burrer forefathers and Daisy suggested shortening Dilly's maiden name Dillenbeck to Dillen. "We all like it. We never even discussed a girl's name," recalled Dilly. After 30 hours in labor, John was born at 6 A.M. in White Cross Hospital. "I remember thinking he had a pinhead but it was love at first sight." John made a big impact on the family which had not had little ones for a long time. John's Grandpa Karl Burrer, who rarely had time for his own son, had recently retired and now found time to come to the house and feed baby John. Perhaps he realized how much of his own family life he had missed. [photo: Dilly and John Age 5 months] With Carleton's knowledge of electronics, the family had the first television in town. It had a small 4" screen and the picture was so "snowy" they had to pull the drapes to see it. Carleton had put an antenna on the back porch which he hand-turned to the direction of the signal. [photo: Marsden Dillenbeck, Dilly Burrer, and John Burrer, 2 1/2 Years Old] [photo: Three Generations: Daisy Sperry Carleton Sperry Burrer Dorothy Dillenback Burrer Andrew Luther Dillenbeck John Dillen Burrer] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 116) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4f3cc14eef7962801f48c107f6cbd2a7.jpg 98344ad1c70b7a32efceac5f9bb750d3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 117] [corresponds to page 108 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: June 1948] [photo: 2 years Old] [photo: Kinky Clark and John Burrer] [photo: Val Roberts, Elaine Sherbourne, John Burrer, August 1951] Later Carleton took the insides out of an old mahogany phonograph, put a player inside and attached the little walnut TV for Dilly. The two woods bothered her so she let it go in an auction, something she later regretted. When John was young, he thought it would be nice if his mother would drive and take his friends to events. Dilly signed up and received a driver's license when it was required but year's later she let it expire. So she took a driver's test and got everything right on the written test. However, she had three Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 117) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/680c2b658464658c179d3ebaaee22bff.jpg f925aa7d97ba88e75aa5eb5854d29319 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 118] [corresponds to page 109 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: At Crocker's Cottage On Caroga Lake June 1955 Aunt Marie Crocker Dilly Burrer John Burrer] chances to maneuver the car into a parallel parking spot. On the first attempt she hit the pole in front, on the second the back one, and on the third she hit the curb. Even though the policeman was nice and suggested she practice some more and retake the test, she decided she would rather not drive. "I really haven't missed it," she commented. [photo: Little League All-Star Team, 1958 Back row: Keith Wampler, John Burrer, Bill Rowland, Terry Buell, Rick Day, Bob Hartsook Front Row: Ronnie Rowland, Pete Ross, Darrel Wilson, Billy Owen, Steve Ruthig, Terry Williamson] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 118) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/584f3426fb9a23d3aeb84be68e32d891.jpg 5e8c775d46df1e2b7eeac1fdfa2147a4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 119] [corresponds to page 110 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: "The Sign of Our Bread and Butter"] [photo: Sunbury Electric Shop Truck] Following the war, Carleton's business continued to grow as more appliances were developed and the public was eager to buy them. Of course this ment more to be repaired and more wiring. In 1952, Maud Horlocker, the librarian for Community Library went to Carleton and ask his permission to see if Dilly would be interested in being the librarian in Sunbury. "That was before women's lib, I guess," laughed Dilly. Community Library Mrs. Horlocker had taken a cut in pay from $2400 as a teacher to $1200 as a part time librarian. Mrs. Anderson also worked with her and left at the same time. So Dilly took the part-time job in Sunbury at $1.50 per hour. For the next 20 of her 22 years with the library she would work for $2.00 per hour or less. "I knew the library board couldn't afford to pay me any more. But I didn't mind and I've enjoyed every minute of my work here. Librarians have never been highly paid but the position carries a prestige which implements the salary. Besides I had a six year old son at home and Carleton had a successful career already going so we were able to handle it," Dilly told the sunbury News. What a change from the past 11 years of work in a college library to come to work in a small town library. Conveniently the library was located in a former meat market on East Cherry Street, in the same block in which the Burrer's lived so she didn't need to worry about transportation. She prepared her meals in the morning and put them in the oven to bake while she was at work. [photo: Dilly Balanced Home and Career] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 119) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ec55a42efb7c757c37198e132938c807.jpg 258c89f46fc4169a32d3d4028999fe51 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 120] [corresponds to page 111 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Community Library was on Cherry Street, second building from the left. Polly Whitney, library page, is riding in the July 4th Parade] Polly's Story Since Mrs. Burrer will never talk about her first day on the job, I feel I must tell my version of that day. Remember I was only in the 7th grade. My sister, in the 3rd grade, and I, in the 4th grade, needed a community service project for Girl Scouts and through our neighbor, Felice Patton, we volunteered to tie magazines at the library. At the end of the project Peg was bored and quit but I continued to volunteer after school on Tuesday and Thursday and also Saturday afternoons. Not only did I tie magazines, I shellacked covers of books following Mrs. Anderson's writng numbers on the spine with white India ink. It was my assignment to shelve the books. Having never heard of Dewey, I arranged the books in order by color, size and shape. The result was no one else could find the books so requests were left by patrons and I retrieved the books when I got to the library. I loved Mrs. Horlocker and Mrs, Anderson and would have done anything for them. I had started seventh grade when Mrs. Burrer was hired. Her first day I rushed in to see how impressed she was going to be with our wonderful library. Her first question to me was "What does this BH mean on this spine?" I replied, "Boys' Horse Story and it goes on this wall." Then I noticed the look on her face and quickly added, "The Girls' Horse Stories are over there: and pointed to the opposite wall. That little woman let out a big, "W H A T ?" After I repeated my explanation she walked to the next shelf of Boys' Mysteries, turned and went back to the desk with instructions for me to bring all the horse books to her. Thee next thing I knew she was using a letter opener to scratch off Mrs. Anderson's carefully written labels and relabeled the books. Needless to say I was very upset and went home fuming. I told my mother I had to quit and could not work for Mrs. Burrer. My mother, in her wisdom, let me rage on until I had vent my anger then said it was okay to quit but I needed to give one month's notice. I immediately wrote my letter of resignation effective in one month and gave it to Mrs. Burrer who made no comment. (I'll always wonder if the two had discussed the issue.) By the end of the month, books were no longer shelved by color, size, or reader's sex. The patrons could find their own books. Needless to say, I forgot about the resignation and stayed with Mrs. Burrer through graduation. By the end of the eighth grade, I became the first page at 10 cents an hour." In addition to the page, others such as Mary Kay McCool, Lillian Howard, Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 120) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/203674d451945cc816dbaafaeb213f98.jpg da36567fe6952fbd61a56e4aeaf673bb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 121] [corresponds to unnumbered page of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Esther McCormick, Rachel Stockwell and Peggy Livingston helped in the library. When more shelves were needed for the library, O.W. Whitney bought shelving for the back room at the meat market. The children's books were housed on these shelves. Community Library soon outgrew the old meat market building on Cherry Street and moved in 1954 into the newly renovated main room of the first floor of the historic Town Hall located in the center of the village green. The books were packed in boxes put into a utility wagon pulled behind D.C. Hoover's car. Several children, including John Burrer, brought their little wagons and pulled those full of books to the new library. The books were unloaded in the new library and the movers returned the empty boxes to the old library to be refilled. In this manner the entire library was moved in a day. [foldout: Tuesday, August 10, 1954 edition of the Columbus Dispatch LIBRARY RECEIVES MANY GIFTS FOR NEW HOME; MANY HELP MOVE LIBRARY INTO TOWN HALL] Much of the furnishings and equipment of Community Library in its new home in the Sunbury town hall were gifts from residents of this community. More than 200 attended the open house recenely [sic recently] and librarians from other villages and cities were high with their praise of the new home and the work that is being done by the library board and librarians of Community Library. Besides members of the library board helping with the open house were Mrs. James Tarpy, Miss Louise Sheets, Mrs. Carl Dawson, Mrs. Marion Owen, Mrs. Craig Hicks, John Burrer, Brenda Hoover, Polly Whitney and Mrs. Carleton Burrer, librarian. Gifts for New Library Home Those presenting gifts for the new home are given in the follow- ing: Flooring by Mrs. and Mrs. Russell W. Miller. Drapes by the Sunbury YWCA and were made and hung by Mrs. John Gallogly, Mrs. O. W. Whitney, Jr., Miss Louise Sheets, Mrs. Betty Edgerton and Mrs. R. W. Miller. Outside door light by the Sunbury Electric Shop. Outdoor signs by Mr. and Mrs. Clyde Hottle. Bookmarke by The Sunbury News. Main Trucking Co., Virgil Edwards and Townley-Main Food Locker for their gifts. Virginius Howard furnished music for the open house on the Slack Funeral Home organ. Many gifts of flowers were re- ceived for the open house. These were from J.R. Neilson, Mr. K. O. Burrer, Mrs. J. R. VanDivort, Mrs. Robert Hoover, Sunbury Electric Shop, whitney Insurance Agency, Breece Florists, Mrs. Vere William- son, Mrs. V. R. Howard and Mrs. Betty Edgerton. The library board wishes to thank everyone for their gifts and help that has made Community Library one of the finest in the country. The board lists the following who help to move and who furnished free labor to remodel the town hall for the library: Mrs. Grace Miller, David Whitney, Jim Whitney, John Burrer, Bobby Townley, Hannah Whitney, Kathy Blume, Judy Owen, Brenda Hoover, Monna Guidotti, Paul Miller, Jerry Swickard, Dick Garee, C.S. Burrer, D. C. Hoover, Peg Whitney, Penny Whitney, Mr. and Mrs. V.R. How- ard, Frank Stelzer, Eugene Sparks. Gary Hensley, Billy Haller, Donald Bryant, Lynn Walter, Lew Walter, Peter White, Paul Henry, Mr. and Mrs. W.H. Patton, Mrs. Maude Hor- locker, Mrs. Clyde Hottle, J. R. Neilson, Jerry Perry, Miss Esther Green, Craig Hicks, Mrs. R. w. Miller, Lynn Roberts, Matthew Miller, Mrs. John Gallogly, Polly Whitney, Mrs. Carl Dawson and Mrs. Marion Owen. [photo: NEW HOME -These people had a big part in the new home of Cim- munity Library and are looking over the refreshment table for the open house. Left to right are Mayor Glenard Buell of Sunbury, Mrs. Grace R. Miller, member of one of the first library boards; V.R. How- ard, president of the library board and Mrs. Carleton Burrer, librarian. -columbus Dispatch Photo] COMMUNITY LIBRARY TO HAVE NEW HOME Sunbury council and Community Library board met Tuesday even- ing and made plans for the library to be moved into the two east rooms of the first floor of the town hall. Plans are under way to convert the present jail room and former fire engine house into the library. A small work laboratory and rest rooms will be installed in the pre- sent location of the jail. A new colonial entrance is planned for the north side of the building. A spec- ial enclosed reading room for child- ren is planned. Community Library was started ten years ago this June by the Sun- bury Y. W. C. A. whose members donated their time and work to run it for the first year in the former Kempton building located on the side of the present Sunbury News building. The present library building on East Cherry Street has been in use nearly nine years and the books added totaling more than 8,000 volumes, have necessi- tated the move to larger quarters. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 121) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0f8c0305c9e187fab3f64f2d7548d0af.jpg 994575bea591a549fb5f2cdab552d45e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 122] [corresponds to page 113 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Again the library grew rapidly and it became apparent more help was needed. Two board members, Bea Hottle and Mary Ellen Miller, were attending a Methodist Church Circle and noticed Evelyn Dawson and Virginia Owen and recruited them to work in the library. Later Ann Brown joined the force as more open hours were added. Six years after the move into the Town Hall, space again became tight. The village added the east stairs to the second floor and the library became a two story library. After the Farmer's Bank was built, books surrounded the council room. One day Mrs. Bond, the principal from Galena, visited the library and in a very loud voice exclaimed it was a waste of time for her students to use this library because after they located a book in the card catalog, they couldn't find it on the shelves because the books were not properly labeled. Dilly assured her they simply didn't have the funds to purchase a much needed labeler for Betty Brehm to use. Francis Ruthig and Dilly had known for some time that the county budget commission was not allocating all the collected funds to libraries. Although they did issue funds when the need was shown, it was suspected more funds were actually collected. [photo: Community Library 1954-1994] Board member, Mr. Spangler, went to the courthouse and discovered there were indeed other funds. He reported back to Dilly but so did Judge O W Whitney, Jr., who let Dilly know Mr. Spangler's investigation was not appreciated in the courthouse. Not to be intimidated by the Republicans, Mrs. Ruthig and Dilly (both Democrats) went to the next Budget hearing armed with the law, a good budget and the need for more funds to purchase much needed equipment such as the labeler. It took three years for all the funds to go to libraries. Being housed in the center of the square posed a political threat to the library shortly after the Sesquicentennial (1966) when the village was considering cutting up the square for more public parking. While using the phone in the window, Dilly noticed the stakes on the grass and called Bill Whitney at The Sunbury News to inquire the reason. He forwarded her on to the mayor and she was horrified to realize the square was about to cease to exist. Some people Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 122) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/194f85796965f0e91986f2dcc8ec0046.jpg f5bfd7c08270c89d001dc7b9a4786dd4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 123] [corresponds to page 114 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] including Rachel Stockwell circulated a questionnaire inquiring as to the public's opinion regarding the square. Others researched the plot map in the court house and learned the square was protected by the founders. Word went around that Dilly was heading up the opposition. When it came time to go to council, Dilly was terrified. While the parking was vetoed, the atmosphere was not pleasant. Rachel walked Dilly home afterward. Dilly earned a new reputation, 'If you want to do anything around here, you have to get Dilly Burrer's OK on it.' "I learned the end does not always justify the means. I was a public employee bucking the local government and it was resented. After that I kept a low profile and kept my strong opinions to myself," noted Dilly. Later the Progress Club met at O.W. Whitney's house and he, who had been for the parking, was shocked when he heard these women were furious at the idea. One member said she stole up to the square in the moonlight and removed the stakes. "I always enjoyed working with the members of the Board of Trustees. Many of these were farmers who once a month met to help oversee the operation of the library," commented Dilly. They were always there for her and stood by her in difficult times. Dilly served on the Federal Jury in Columbus for a three month session, traveling back and forth with Mac McDonald. During a break in the jury procedings, she had a cigarette and a Sunbury minister's wife saw her. Later when Dilly had to question the woman's daughter who was a library page, the lady said Dilly was unfit to guide young people because she smoked. She had begun smoking as soon as she had left home as a girl. In fact she remembers her first cigarette was at the Beakman Tower of the YWCA building in New York City. It was considered the thing to do and most of her friends smoked. Carleton didn't approve of women smoking but he never said anything when Dilly enjoyed her after-dinner cigarette while he enjoyed his pipe. Anyway the Board did not fire Dilly over the incident. Years later, her last cigarette also left an impression. The family was on vacation and Dilly became ill and was admitted to the hospital. When she asked her roommate if she minded if Dilly smoked, the roommate said she did mind so Dilly didn't smoke and never did again. There was never enough money to run the library properly. Dilly's biggest disappointment was to not have $72 to buy a chained volume of art prints which she knew the commmunity would have enjoyed. Circulation continually grew but never as fast as Dilly would have liked. Each year she carefully prepared her annual report for the community which was published in The Sunbury News. It not only contained the financial state of the library but a list of all the memorials received throughout the year. This was the beginning of the memorial program which is still so popular today. When Dilly retired in 1975, the library used the entire first two floors of the building. To replace her the board hired Rachel Edwards as a full time library director and Polly Whitney Brehm (Horn) as the assistant director to serve as a part-time children's librarian. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 123) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b5e13d5613af958afb2e3b3b6af84b04.jpg a6929526b8974612ef986c9d5a39d276 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 124] [corresponds to page 115 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Inside Sunbury Electric Shop Carleton S. Burrer, Daisy S. Burrer, Bud Harris, and Walt Gross] [photo: Sunbury Electric Shop Burns March 17, 1956] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 124) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/74fa8c18e6a63cbb4ecbd3a6707cf29a.jpg 68ed09edc65f5583fcbcfc09431ef19e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 125] [corresponds to page 116 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Carleton Burrer and Jack Crothers Of Columbus and Southern Ohio Electric In the Sunbury Electric Shop] Fire Causes Carleton to Change Careers Around noon in March 1956, following an explosion of gas in pipes left from gaslights, fire swept through the Blakely Williams Building and the Sunbury Electric Shop. Harry Snow who did radio repairs, table work and odd jobs, grabbed the accounts ledger on his way out of the building but got to the door to find the fire had sucked it so tightly shut it took all of his strength to force it open. Carleton was coming from Columbus and heard the sirens so he rushed to the fire station to assume his role of radio operator for the volunteer fire dpeartment and learned it was his business burning. A collection of tools of the trade and other memorabilia made over 25 years were lost in the fire which burned all day, too hot for the small fire department to control. The brick firewall constructed after the last burning of businesses on the east side of the square held and the fire department was able to confine the fire to only the one building. The door on a free standing safe had been left ajar so the clerk could use the ledgers throughout the business day so all in it were lost including Carleton's Army discharge papers. The company was left with the accounts ledger and only $12,000 insurance but none of them sustained any serious injuries. In a short time they were back doing repairs and electrical contracting from a rented building but the loss was hard to overcome. In 1958, the business closed (see sale ad on next page) when Carleton decided not to rebuild but rather follow his uncle into the banking business. His faithful employees easily found employment. Harry Snow and Leta Barnhard worked for Suburban Power Co., successor to the Mill Generating System at 19 E. Granville Street (a block building torn down to make way for the Municipal Building parking lot in 1982). Leta went on to work in the County Engineer's office for several years before she retired. Walt Gross bought the Marathon Station at the southwest corner of Cherry and Columbus Street where he stayed until retirement. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 125) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8805f2c50473cf013b7cc2f5cdde694a.jpg d6458eb38d2833490121649f295c54b9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 126] [corresponds to unnumbered page of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] NEWS - June 5, 1958 Public Announcement . . . Sunbury Electric is announcing its Sale to Close Out its Stock of Electrical Merchandise and Equipment. Since our fire in March 1956 we have attempted to hold our organization together and operate in temporary locations until a suitable building could be purchased or erected. Unfortunately certain circumstances developed which prevented our obtaining the Blakely - Williams corner and thereby put an end to our plans to rebuild at that location. Several attempts have been made during the past two years to purchase existing locations around the square but without success. Now, since all possibilities appear to be exhausted and since it is not economically possible to operate indefinitely on a "Temporary Basis", we have made this painful decision to discontinue. Mr. Walter Gross will continue in the service business and all warranty repairs on new merchandise will be taken care of as in the past. Mr. Harry Snow will continue with electrical wiring and construction. Both of these former employees intend to cooperate with each other and my own activities will be such that, at least for the present, assistance can be provided them during the transition. I will also be in a position to provide continuing service on television and other electronic equipment, which we have sold, so that none of our customers will be neglected because of this change. At this time I wish to express my sincere gratitude to all those who have gone out of their way to be of assistance to us since the fire:-- To The Whitney Insurance Agency for their usual prompt and fair claim service and for the temporary use of their office space and facilities. To The Ohio Central Telephone Corporation who were kind enough to offer us the use of their new building until such time as they could begin installing equipment. To Mr. Jack Shipman, the International Harvester dealer, who offered the use of his show room on Rainbow Avenue. But most particularly t0 Russell and Mary Cring and The Four-County Company for permitting us to "share" their business space with them during the past two years. We also want to thank the many people and organiza- tions with whom we have been privileged to do business during the past 26 years and for the faithful assistance of our employees during these years. The opportunity to serve you has been most appreciated and because of having had these long and friendly relations, this decision to "Close Shop" has been a most difficult one to make. My family joins me in expressing heartfelt thanks to all of you who were so kind and helpful during the recent pass- ing of my mother and father. One doesn't realize how thoughtful and what a help good friends can be until such circumstances arise. Details of our Closing Out Sale will be found in the [illegible] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 126) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4a9974e33d39a57fa44e67f7f95aa9a3.jpg ffc73dded72836fe403a97ae09fa9fb4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 127] [corresponds to page 118 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] In 1956, Carleton was elected to the Board of Directors for the locally owned Farmer's Bank, following in his uncle's footsteps. When he made the decision not to rebuild the sunbury Electric Shop, he became an assistant cashier under the supervision of his Uncle Rudy. [photo: Farmers Bank - March 1974] In 1960 the old Farmer's Bank was razed and the present building constructed using the same vault as was in the other bank. "We moved out of the old building in the spring, and set up offices in the town hall, until that fall when the new building was ready. The north door was added to the Town Hall and a vault installed to make the building useful as a bank. That year Carleton was promoted to Cashier. [photo: Bank Employees in 1966: Carleton Burrer, Pauline Ide, Judy Perry, Annamay Haycock, Darlen Kean, Paul Spires] Shortly before Rudy's death in 1965, the Farmers Bank merged with the First National Bank, a Beneficial Affiliate, in Delaware, and Carleton became a vice president, a member of the First National board of directors, and manager of the Sunbury office. When Carleton resigned in 1974, it was the first time for no Burrer to be involved in Sunbury's banking business in over 70 years. [photo: Interior of Bank in 1966: George Main, Paul Spires, Darlene Kean, Pauline Ide, Judy Perry] Dilly enjoyed painting classes with Bill Fraley of the Big Walnut Art Department. "Bill would say do it and we all would except Louise Burrer who just couldn't," remembers Dilly. It take courage to put paint on a canvas! Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 127) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/85e7ddc63589d4d4fa2bab1221fd3096.jpg ef3cf3abf265ac372e182006be9da7e8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 128] [corresponds to page 119 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] As a Brownie Scout leader she also took ceramics classes on the top floor at Ohio Wesleyan University. She belonged to a Bridge group consisting of Margaret Morris, Annette Roberts and Felice Patton, which met every other week. Marian Whitney was a substitute for the group. John Grows Up In the meantime John matured into a very caring person. Like his father he tends to listen before injecting his ideas. Like his Grandmother and Grandfather Dillenbeck, he studies and plans carefully before making a move. He had his father's love of old cars and developed his own love of motorcycles. After graduating from Big Walnut High School in 1964, he went to Ohio Wesleyan University, where he became a Beta, and then into the Air Force. He [photo: BANQUET TO HONOR TEAM -- Coach Myron Burt and and his Big Walnut High Eagles basketball team will be honored at a banquet this Saturday evening sponsored by the Athletic Boosters. Coach Curt Tong of Otterbein College will be the guest speaker and will be accompanied by Mrs. Tong and Craig Gifford, Public Re- lations director of Otterbein, and his wife. Dinner will be served at 6:45 and tickets are being sold at the school and by players at $1.50. Pictured left around to right on the first row are Paul Elfrink, Keith Wampler, Jon Zwayer, Denny Groseclose, Terry Buell, Bill Stover, John Burrer, Bob Hartsook and Wayne Bryant, manager. Standing in the rear, left to right, are Coach Myron Burt, Sam Bates and Bill Rowland, co-captains, and Ron Moore, assistant varsity and reserve coach.] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 128) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/07d9a49cadcc65ee0000a7ee34ad1124.jpg dc50c41af13d7b13af3569a47ed36d40 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 129] [corresponds to page 120 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] was stationed at Thule, Greenland, for 12 months where he waited table in his spare time. He then spent 3 years at Lockbourne. During this time he continued his education through correspondence courses from University of Maryland and Ohio University. In 1973 he graduated from Ohio State University with a degree in Business Administration and a major in transportation and a variety of courses in the humanities. [photo: John Dillen Burrer] After the service he was living in an apartment in Columbus and met Beverly Messer and her one year old son, Tony. John adopted Tony and Sherry joined the family. Carleton and Dilly were instant grandparents. Later daughter, Carol was born. The grandchildren became the highlight of Carleton and Dilly's lives. [photo: John's Pride and Joy] Like his forefathers, John also became a Mason and was present when they presented a special award to his father. He served as Little League Coach for three years in Sunbury. John had to work hard to support his rapidly growing family. He had a job in Alabama trying to motivate slow moving southerners transporting furniture made there. It didn't work out. [photo: Proud Grandfather Carleton with Sherry and Carol Burrer] Meanwhile he and Beverly decided to end their marriage and John returned north with the three children. They moved upstairs over Dilly and Carleton and John found employment in Columbus. Now with the children grown and Carleton gone, John looks after his mother. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 129) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f02a3dab5094ed304ef21a233c47beaf.jpg 2bcd19dff73e34822081b21248f65225 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 130] [corresponds to page 121 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Tony Burrer's School Pictures [7 photos] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 130) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d0ef3ff1e0b4ce6cfc04faa003725514.jpg c065bad863c75320e3a539a3a57665a8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 131] [corresponds to page 122 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Roger Anthony Burrer [image] [photo: Sixth Grade Prom Jenny Fuller and Tony] [photo: Tony's Baptism Sunbury Baptist Church August 1982 Past Meneely] [photo: Feeding Pigeons in the Battery, New York City on December 1982] [photo] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 131) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b183ca4f3d1f6ecfe7662c7afc18f704.jpg 38b03252fe82fed7bc621a720b7454ce Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 132] [corresponds to page 123 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Tony Burrer's TONY BURRER Phone Acting Resume SAG.AFTRA Height: 5'10" Weight: 170 Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue FILM The Flintstones Lambada-SetTheNightOnFire(CLAY)CoStar - Acting Cannon Films I Love Ferrari (Tarzan) -lead, Acting - Shot in Hong Kong Good Time Publications Tte Bodyguard Wamer Brothers Five Heartbeats Robert Townsend Fear No Evil Robert De Niro Barton Fink John Goodman SaLsa Cannon Films Elvira - Mistress of The Dark NBC Productions TELEVISION 1996 Grammy Awards with Salt & Pepa 1991 MTV Awards - Prince MTV 1992 MTV Awards - En Vogue MTV Arsenio Hall - Gladys Knight Fox TV Grudge Match Pilot Home Show ABC Moonlighting ABC Mickey's 60th Birthday NBC Dirty Dancing CBS 61st Annual Academy Awards ABC Star Search 91 NBC The Byron Allen Show - Baffy Ladier NBC Hull Street High CBS Soul Train - Gladys Knight KTLA A League of Their Own ABC VIDEO Duran Duran / Too Much Information Nitrate Films Cher/Tum [sic Turn] Back Time Cream Cheese Productions Brenda Russell/Gravity Libman Moore Producfions Desiree Coleman/Romance Limelight Productions Paul Lzkakis/My House Peter Nydrle Productions Chayanne/Simon Sez Propaganda Films Jasm- ine Guy/Another Like My Lover Petor Nydrle Productions STAGE Chippendales Aida Opera Columbus The Nutcracker Suite Ballet Metropolitan A Chorus Line Worthington Theater Firebird Dance Theatre if Harlem Lifeleap Wilshire Ebell Theater Harlem Suite Pantages Theater COMMERCIALS Available upon request INDUSTRIALS Head Sport, Unum Insurance, Levi Strauss, Disney/MGM Studios, Ocean Pacific, Converse, Reebok, Hobie, Lamaur Hair Products, Isuzu, Pum, Pepsi, Bolters, Surf Fetish, Nintendo, Sunrider EDUCATION Fort Hayes School of Performing Arts in Columbus, Ohio - 2 year graduate Ballet Metropolitan of Columbus, Ohio - 2 years Joe Tremaine's - Scholarship Student Commercial Workshop - Stuart K. Robinson Wharton School of Ballet - Rhonda Burke Scholarship Student Voice - Ron Anderson INTEREST-SKILLS Rollerskating, ice skating, weightlifting, aerobics, swimming, lifegarding, soccer, track, hurdling, stiltwalking, tree climbing, hiking, choreography, rollerblading. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 132) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/57977ed5a9465936fb15f3725ed45d6a.jpg a51e8a3a479d5445f07d39e7b1c2a407 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 133] [corresponds to page 124 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Sherry Burrer's School Pictures [9 photos] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 133) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/25816bd22be2df313e05feccc7cdcd76.jpg 68e2b0b7953b1c0416954e0cadf7b1ee Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 134] [corresponds to page 125 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Sherry A. Burrer [photo: 1980] [photo: Sherry's Baptism in First Baptist Church Pastor Meneely August 1982] [photo: Sherry Dressed for Scout Outing at Slate Run in 1981 Wearing Sunbonnet, Grandmother Dilly's Skirt, Great-Grandmother's Apron] [3 photos] [photo: Sherry, third from left, Receiving Silver Scout Award, May 29, 1983. Others are Judy Graham, Jenny Fuller, Steph Brehm, Kim Krinn] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 134) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/42f4298d07c1d1f84d7ad0c39bef46cf.jpg 0e5360fa57bb1902ccceb401727d650c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 135] [corresponds to page 126 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Carol Burrer's School Pictures [9 photos] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 135) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9b0e47470515e0d9bbafcaf25492949e.jpg 16d1a1966a371a146c4038280856d726 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 136] [corresponds to page 127 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Carol M. Burrer [photo: Carol's Big Walnut Graduation, 1992 Grandpa and Grandma Deere] [photo: Steph Scheel and Carol at Sea World] [photo: 1980] [2 photos] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 136) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/25db47de31d6a7d256ba5f5cdba3c27f.jpg 7642df021678e8e31a1e7f9a92fafbe6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 137] [corresponds to page 128 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] One of the many friends Carleton brought to their marriage, was Fawn Ramsey Druggan. She was the daughter of Nelson and Annabelle (Gammill) Ramsey and grew up in the brick house on the northeast corner of Morning and Cherry Streets in Sunbury. Her father rented the house and grazed his horses in the field which later became the Sunbury Playground across Cherry Street from the house. Fawn married Charles Druggan, a well known lawyer from Columbus and moved there but stayed in touch with her Sunbury friends. [photo: 1969 Christmas with the Burrers Dilly Burrer, Louise Sheets, Fawn's Friend Tilly, Fawn Druggan] [photo: Painting in Fawn's Apartment of Her Riding] Carleton, Dilly and John often dined with Fawn either in her home in Columbus, or in their home in Sunbury. Through Carleton's suggestion, Fawn set up a trust fund for the new entrance to Sunbury Memorial Park and toward the continual upkeep of the Sedgwick and New Addition to the park. The unused remainder of the income goes to the Columbus Foundation. Upon her death, the oil painting of Fawn on a horse was given to the Burrers who in turn gave it to the village for the new municipal building when it was built in 1982. [photo: Entrance to Sunbury Memorial Park] During this time, Carleton began one of his many historical endeavors. He began to record various individuals who had spent a good many years of their lives in this community. Armed with his tape recorder, microphone, and his personal knowledge of the town history, Carleton often accompanied by his wife, would go to the people's homes and set up the recorder. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 137) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/40e40cba13489551f6a73bbcbc14a7ea.jpg dd1dd65d4b03fe2c512b2ecd53aaf878 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 138] [corresponds to page 129 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] The format for the tapes is always the same. He has the interviewee imagine himself on a particular corner of the town square and they take an imaginary walk around the square. The party tells what he remembers in each place as he travels the community. Of course, many side stories make these tapes invaluable. Copies of all the tapes were given to the Commuity [sic Community] Library where is it hoped they will be transcribed and made available to the public. [photo: Retirement Photo from The Sunbury News] Retirement Although they were no longer bringing in paychecks after their retirement in 1975, both Carleton and Dilly continued to be active. Retirement gave them the extra time they needed to continue research on local history. [photo: House Before Addition] [photo: House After the Addition] [photo: The Carleton and Dilly Burrer Addition] In 1979, they completed renovation on the Burrer family home at 46 North Columbus Street, just two blocks from the house which had been their home since their marriage. The new addition to the house allowed them total access on the first floor. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 138) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/06b5f90034e743467673384214dd5003.jpg 48ec16fc4539ad2407501d386d2d2e69 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 139] [corresponds to page 130 of Flasback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Burrer Homestead in August 1979] [photo] [photo] [photo: Back View of House, Patio, and Yard in 1991] Renovations to the Burrer Home Blended the Old Home and Funrishings with the New Lifestyle of the Retirees [photo] [photo: Carol Burrer Enjoying Christmas in the Burrer Homestead] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 139) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2ac9e6126df4cc16a04615ccc836563e.jpg 814db74e198bb07a6e26302b5347edd1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 140] [corresponds to page 131 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] They registered the house as a Historic Ohio Homestead for being in the same family over 100 years and the Burrers received a plaque for the house. "We actually built ourselves a complete home in this addition with everything built in for convenience. I did discover we were too clever when I was in a wheelchair and couldn't get through some of the small passages," noted Dilly. However living in the original Burrer house had been like living in a museum. [photo: Two Special Features Stained Glass Window On the Stair Landing] [photo: Etched Glass Window] The Burrers first community service project upon retirement was a joint effort. For some time the wrought iron cemetery fence along North Columbus Street had been in need of repair. Carleton had the tools and the know how to repair and straighten the fence. Dilly had time to assist so they were able to make the repairs and paint the fence in May of 1975. [photo: Carleton's Wagon Full of Tools and Supplies] [photo: Dilly Burrer Painting the Fence Carleton Burrer Repaired] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 140) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ee72df0e297e7b84711943e72ab781fd.jpg 10512bb24002941a81f46ce11a545ee4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 141] [corresponds to page 132 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Traveling There was never an opportunity to take long vacations together when Carleton was running his own business. So following retirement, the Burrers took up traveling. Carleton loved to plan trips down to the last detail. In addition to booking flights, he also rented vehicles, booked rooms and arranged for any side trips using his phone in Sunbury. He relied on guide books and recommendations of others to select the best place to stay. One time the hotel was so drafty, Carleton used his socks to block the drafts around the windows. Another time we saw bugs crawling across the back of the toilet and that was enough to send us scurrying for another room. Even though things did not always work as planned, the couple still enjoyed the trips and couldn't wait to go again. [photo: Carleton and Dilly Enjoying A Late Honeymoon in Hawaii For their 30th anniversary in 1975, Carleton took Dilly to Hawaii where he had been in the service. "There an oriental gentleman offered to take our picture which resulted in my favorite photograph of the two of us," remembered Dilly. They traced the name of Sunbury back through Pennsylvania and back to England. "do you have any idea of how much fun that project was for us?" asked Dilly. Everywhere they went, the Burrers found people willing to open their archives and assist in the research. They joined a historic society in England and continued to correspond with their new found friends. In the USA they visited many of the Sunburys found on the map. In each town they sought the historians and told of their plight. Finally Carleton wrote the "Origin of the Name of Sunbury" and sent copies to all who had helped. He used a manual typewriter and rarely Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 141) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/556c4f4a6bb97ebb9dbbc4660c5507d6.jpg b353ab1e53afbf652dc7f6f8edc956a0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 142] [corresponds to page 133 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] made a typing or spelling error. A copy is in the Appendix of this book. [image: Sunbury & Shepperton Local History Society card] The research brought many unexpected pleasures. In addition to the new friends, the Burrers enjoyed all the historic sights as they traveled. "The cathedrals were so magnificent," commented Dilly. "I'll never forget the beautiful sound of the bells across the countryside." [photo: Dilly and Carleton Burrer on St. James Street in London Where They Ran into Mr. and Mrs. Hylen Souders] [photo: Carleton and Dilly Burrer in front of Pyramid of Cheops (448") and Chephren (447") which date from 2700 B.C. at Giza, Egypt, outside Cairo] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 142) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fff6344c8755fc736d98e85568f2bd4d.jpg 71a0349f399cd9bade7e76a88125b877 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 143] [corresponds to page 134 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Duart Castle on the Isle of Mull, Scotland] Trace Dilly's Roots In 1977 Dilly and Carleton went to Scotland to see where the MacNaughton and MacClean [sic Maclean] clans had lived and found a six-story castle which had belonged to the Macleans, Duart Castle on the Isle of Mull. Unfortunately, after a very long boat ride out to the Isle, the castle was closed to the public because it was Sunday. [photo: Dilly on the South Side of Duart Castle, 1977] Carleton's ability to get behind the scenes allowed them to Visit with Sir Charles Maclean. He approached the man tending the garden and explained they were Americans and his wife was a descendent of the Macleans and desired to see the castle. It turned out he was addressing Sir Charles Maclean, the former chief scout who served as housekeeper to the Queen until December 1984. His appointment was only for his life but it gave him many unusual tasks such as planning the wedding for Prince charles and Princess Diana and overseeing the Duke of Windsor's funeral. "We spent a wonderful afternoon with him and got far more than a public tour of the castle," remembers Dilly. Years later this news item was in the local paper when Maclean stepped down. Royal Appointment: Queen Elizabeth is getting a new man to run the royal household and be master of its greatest ceremonies - the suitably blue-blooded 13th Earl of Airlie. He's been appointed Lord Chamberlain to succeed Lord Maclean, 68, who is a former chief scout. Lord Maclean, on the job for 13 years, masterminded every major royal event from the funeral of the Duke of Windsor to the wedding of Prince Charles and Princess Diane [sic Diana]. Lord Airlie, 58, is the older brother of Angus Ogilvy, who married Princess Alexandra of Kent, the queen's cousin, in 1963. He will take up his new job in December, Buckingham Palace announced. from The Delaware Gazette, June 20, 1984. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 143) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9faf67862f11871c71103b505d6ffd7e.jpg 6a6bd5e9cf75b47ebb8b530d13d01f21 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 144] [corresponds to page 135 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: "Dunderave Castle Private" The Burrers were amazed to discover the MacNaughton side of the family also had a very large, six-story home, Dunderave Castle. It is now owned by a woman who only opens it once a year for select people who pay a large fee which is used to continue the upkeep of the building. The trees and shrubs were so grown up the castle couldn't really be seen well from the road. Dilly was ready to leave but Carleton always had special instincts to get into places where others couldn't. Following a dog bark, Carleton led Dilly down a back road and were able to get a good view of the castle. [photo: Dunderave Castle on the Northeast Shore of Lock Fyne in 1977] Bible Land Tour In 1979 they joined a tour called the Christian Study Mission to the Bible Lands on which they retraced the footsteps of Paul. The group was prepped and told not to use any of the local water for washing, drinking or even brushing teeth. Bottled water was furnished for these uses. They were warned not to eat lettuce or other foods which might be washed in the water. From New York they went to Rome where Dilly got Montezuma's revenge because she ate a beautiful plum washed in their water and missed the Sistine Chapel. When Carleton returned from the tour he found Dilly better and returned with her to see Michelangelo's ceiling. Of course they bought slides but following the renovation of the art, the slides are dark and not nearly as brilliant as the chapel is today. Following Rome they went to Cairo where scrawny cats ate on the same tables as the people. They floated down the Nile on a barge and curious Dilly could see something under the robe of their guide. When the wind caught his robe and blew it up she saw the dirtiest underwear imaginable and was glad she hadn't asked. Next stop was Amman Jordan, then on to Nazareth, Galilee, Jerusalem, the Garden of Gethsemane, Mt. of Olives, Bethlehem, Athens, Corinth, and back to New York. For Dilly the two side trips to Masada and Petra were highlights of the trip. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 144) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fcb5c73622925e84bf592ca2b202421e.jpg 510622b5790d52b55b8004470dbdee7c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 145] [corresponds to page 136 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Carleton and Dilly in front of the Acropolis in Rome in 1979] Masada is a village located on top of a mountain in Lebanon. One rides a cablecar up the mountain to hear the story of Masada. The Romans had the villagers of Masada cornered and cut off from all supplies. When their water was gone the villagers killed each other and the last committed suicide before the Romans could conquer them. [photo: Small Boy on Left Took Dilly's Horse] On another side trip to Petra, the Burrers rode horses over stone roads into the ancient city built into rose sandstone by the Essene Cult before Christ. The beautiful site was worth the discomfort of riding the old horses. When they got to Petra, young boys were waiting to care for their horses. Dilly almost fell off her's. When it was time to remount, everyone else was on a horse and they couldn't find Dilly's. The young boy with her's was still having a good ride. When he returned, Dilly had to figure a way to get on the tall horse by herself since everyone else was already on horses. The tour under the leadership of Dr. Donald Nash was very educational and good for two hours of college credit through Kentucky Christian College for those wishing it. Luther Heritage and the Oberammergau The following year, Carleton and Dilly took a tour to Martin Luther's Heritage and Oberammergau. They flew into Frankfurt then to Hanover. From Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 145) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0698309f607205f2d7586ca6c030e97f.jpg 963170236a9714c802065e82d63cfea2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 146] [corresponds to page 137 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Hanover they rode a bus into Berlin and then into East Berlin. "Crossing the Iron Curtain was like going from plenty to very little," remembers Dilly. One couldn't forget you were in enemy territory or shake the feeling of apprenhension which began when the passports were taken in East Berlin. The roads were not taken care of. The hotels were ramshackle with poor service. Everyone did his job but he didn't care how it was done. [photo: In Wittenberg They Had a Wonderful Guide Who Even Managed to Make Dilly (5 Foot inches) Feel Tall] The group went on to Wittenberg and to the church where Luther nailed his 95 thesis to the door. They traveled on to Eisleben where Luther was born in 1483 and died in 1546. [photo: Luther's Library Has Sliding Ladder to Reach Books in the Arches] They visited St. Thomas Church in Leipzig where Johann Sebastian Bach used to play and then his home in Eisenach. While in the area, they visited the Wartburg Castle where Luther stayed in 1521-22 and translated the New Testament. While the group was traveling on to Nuremberg, Carleton shared his understanding of Luther from his study and many readings about him. This fascinated the travelers and amazed the tour guides. Next stop was Salzburg where Dilly thought she would hear Mozart but no it was not to be. However, the scenery was beautiful just like the "Sound of Music" movie. The snow covered Bavarian Alps were so gorgeous Dilly remembers she couldn't take her eyes off them. From Salzburg, they went to Oberammergau for the Passion Play which is put on every 10 years. Dilly had devoured the Life Magazine feature about the play and found the actual event a little disappointing. Still it was a great thrill to be there and witness it. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 146) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/65844b77458201e290368456be1d929f.jpg 31c960f88514c3b6e76abcd115386f99 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 147] [corresponds to page 138 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Casts of Luther's Face and Hands] [photo: Berlin Wall] The group went on to Munich where the Olympic athletes were killed. They toured the city on a trolley, saw the Glockenspiel (delightful mechanical clock) and the once royal brewery. Heidelberg was the next stop then on to Worms where Luther had defended his Protestant faith. This leg of the tour also included a cruise down the Rhine River before flying back to Frankfurt and home. Later, when he needed eye surgery, Carleton asked the doctor to put it off until he took his wife to Scotland. His vision was so poor he couldn't read the signs and traveling by car through the countryside was very scary. Once a truck side-swiped their car and tore off the rear view mirror. Another time they were wedged so tightly between two cars it took another person to assist in moving the cars to avoid scraping the paint. As always, Carleton had studied so much about each area, he made the local history come alive. They took three trips to England and one to Scotland before they hung up their traveling boots. [photo: Amy Burrer and Carleton Discussing Current Mechanical Trends May 34, 1987] Dilly's Carleton Rachel Edwards referred to Carleton as a 'new renaissance man' and that is the way Dilly sees him. He always stayed current with the times but held on to tradition and history. He was always interested in the latest developments in any fields of mechanics, electricty, etc., so the young people found him fascinating. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 147) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bc6842b702c082a6371eda6267d338bc.jpg c1f9884599ca9e3bc7c5be7f8987ee8b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 148] [corresponds to page 139 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Lions New Officers, Outstanding Member Pictured above are the newly- installed officers of the Sunbury Lions Club, top photo, and Lion of the Year Chalres [sic Charles] Clark, lower photo accepting his honor from Carleton S. Burrer. In the top photo, seated left to right, are Dan Shaw, presi- dent; Warren Hammond, first vice president; and George Kel- ler, 2nd vice president. Stand- ing, left to right, are Charles Clark and Don Newland, Lion Tamers; Glenn Evans and Roy Merchant, tail twisters; Chuck Dial, assistant treasurer; Roger Davidson, secretary; Harold Ault, senior director; and Larry Barnes, treasurer. The Lion of the Year award was renamed this year to the Carleton S. Burrer Lion of the Year Award, and is given to the member who has shown excep- tional service to the club and community during the past year. Carleton, after whom the honor is now named, is the only ac- tive charter member of the lo- cal club, receiving his 40-year pin at this year's banquet.] Like his forefathers, Carleton was very community minded. He was the oldest active charter member and the only life member of the Sunbury Lions Club. He even played his banjo in the annual Lions minstrel shows. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 148) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b9a610a33e0412c937cc0daca2a0a50a.jpg f121476a45eee1a2d9375e2722f44341 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 149] [corresponds to unnumbered page of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Many areas of local history would be lost had Carleton not taken time to record them. After retirement he continued with his series of audio-cassettes recorded with senior citizens around the community. He helped write the history of the Sunbury Baptist Church and the Sunbury Lions Club after spending many hours on the microfilm reader in the Community Library. Local newspaper reporters relied on his knowledge of history as well as his ability to accurately recall his observations of events in the community throughout his life. He served as his church organist for many years, was on the Board of Public Affairs, a precinct chairman from Sunbury for the Board of Elections, and a charter member of the Big Walnut Conservation Club. [image: 6 PACER DG Monday, December 30, 1985 Burrer recalls events in Sunbury By PHYLLIS WERNZ Gazette Reporter Historian Carlton Burrer is a lifetime resident of the Sunbury area whose in- terests go beyond remembrances of his lifetime. He is much more interested in how things were when his father, grand- father and great-grandfather were filling their days. His family has lived in this area since 1855. Burrer was born in Berkshire in 1909 to Karl and Daisy Burrer, but soon moved to Sunbury where he has lived ever since. About as far back as Burrer can remember is 1916 when the mud streets were paved in brick. Soon after, the invention of carbon arc lights replaced the old gas lamps to light up the community in the evenings. "There was continuous pipe rail, a hit- ching rail," says Burrer, "all the way around the square," where folks could tie their horses. "Everyone came to town in their car- riages, wagons or on their horses" where there were two livery stables situated. As the horse and buggy era was drawing to an end, not only were automobile arriv- ing but also a new "movie house." Burrer says the movie house was situated in what is now Fling Hardware and the Knights of Pythias Hall. The building was constructed around 1900 as an Opera House. When silent movies came, a carbon-arc motion picture projector was installed in the second story of the building and local women took turns playing mood music to accompany the films. Burrer remembers in the early 20s, when several folks decided they wanted water in their homes. Each person would lay water lines, some out of metal, some wooden, in front of their home and connect it with their neighbors. A water tower was erected behind the First Baptist Church on Cherry Street, and a pump was installed at a prosperous well, behind what is now Shaw Pharmacy, [photo: Carlton Burrer] which pumped the water to the tower. The water system became more trouble than it was worth, so the "Burrer boys," Carlton's father and his brothers, bought the system for $1 to take over. Burrer's wife, Dorothy, says that many years later the aging water tower came crashing down during a church service and the parishoners instantly knew what had happened. A large part of his life was in the elec- trical business and Burrer tells of how things were different then. He began the business in 1932 in a basement located on the town's square. "Most people didn't have money then, but they did want to get things done." so in return for electrical work, Burrer and his partner, Slim Crawford, many times received eggs, chickens or garden vegetables. Burrer's electrical abilities were passed to him from his fther [sic father] who had an electrical engineering degree from Denison Univer- sity. Being the pioneers of electronics in the area, they were usually the first to own the newest inventions. The first radio to be used in Sunbury was built by Karl Burrer. Carlton's wife remembers their first television around 1948. "We had to pull all the shades because the snow was so bad"" says Mrs. Burrer. Large fires are something everyone remembers and in 1926 almost the entire east side of the square, with the exception of one building, burned to the ground. That one building, known as the Blakely and Williams building, was on the corner and was saved because a fire wall had been built between it and the others. Twelve [crossed out] Thirty [written above] years later, in 1938 [crossed out] 1956 [written above], that same building which housed both Burrer's elec- trical business and the Satterfield grocery market burned down. While he was away in Columbus one day, a gas pipe that lead to an old gas light fix- ture, broke and the fire began. Despite the efforts of the Sunbury, Delaware and Westerville fire depart- ments, who drained all the water supply trying to extinguish the flames, the building was totally destroyed.] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 149) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/03ef361f08e7a99f6721631e2070b6b3.jpg 311cc0e570185619004eaf24f2200579 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 150] [corresponds to unnumbered page of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [image: WANTED CS BURRER FOR Bank Robbery $500.00 REWARD] Both Burrers were active during Sunbury's 1966 Sesquicentennial Celebration when this Wanted Poster was printed for Carleton. Dilly helped collect the historical data. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 150) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e1603224f299e41d3613e08295cbb336.jpg 64d6b9a8144a4b0e1008d29620f35704 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 151] [corresponds to page 142 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Carleton and Dilly Driving Dignitaries in Their 1937 Chrysler for the July 4th Parades] [photo: H.D. 'Herb' Kempton R.F 'Doc' Wilson Carleton Burrer Honored as 50 Year Members of Sunbury Lions Club] [photo: Dilly and Carleton burrer, Oatfield and Goldie Whitney July 4th, 1976 Parade] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 151) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c0b771e3780c377226c2fc445a9f30af.jpg e0bbde74408dfaeb9c8bdf60c5f391cb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 152] [corresponds to page 143 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [image: "Heritage Hall" At Sunbury Elementary School, July 12 thru 17 NAME ....................PH. .......... ADDRESS ............................... DESCRIPTION ........................... -Family Mementos & Antiques - Photographs- Places of community interest, family groups, business picnics, school class pictures, early settlers in area, old homes. For more display information call Burrers 965- 2616 or Bergandines 965-2286. ENTRY DEADLINE JULY 6, 1976 Send entry blanks to: Mr. & Mrs. C.S. Burrer 47 N. Morning St., Sunbury, Ohio 43074] He helped construct the Sunbury Playground, and the Masonic Lodge building. When community leaders were looking for investors to build the Big Walnut Swimming Pool Carleton was there. Like most of the people who invested in the pool, he knew it was not a money making adventure but it was something the town needed and private monies were the way to bring it about. For many years the pool was the main source of recreation for the communities youth. When it was sold in 1971, the investors got their money back but very little interest on it. [photo: Carleton with The Farmer's Bank Display In the Heritage Museum- 1976] In 1976, they organized the community museum, "Heritage Hall," and saw to the displaying and security of the items on display. [photo: Dilly making cornhusk dolls for the 1976 Arts and Crafts Fair sponsored by the library] When someone was needed to make cornhusk dolls for the Colonial Arts and Crafts Fair sponsored by Community Library, Dilly learned to make the dolls. She dressed in her grandmother's clothes and exhibited the art on the square for the show. Her dolls were such a hit people wanted her to custom make them but Dilly said it was fun to do one but not mass produce them so she declined. Two dolls, one her original design of a child and a hoop, are on display in her home. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 152) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/700ef06d714503a114fc5eff01a66d8a.jpg 9247e24332af3b3dcff77f5cc536d041 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 153] [corresponds to page 144 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Quilting Bee at Dilly's Wilma Ward, Mary McDonald, Dilly and Verna Bergandine Making Sherry Burrer's Quilt - August 1977] The Bicentenniql also started a rebirth of the art of quilting. Dilly who has several quilts which were made by members of her family decided to make quilts for her granddaughters. Music played an important role in Carleton's life. In addition to the skills in piano which he learned from his mother, he had perfect pitch. One time Dilly's cousin, an organist, was visiting in their home prior to his concert on Ohio Wesleyan University's new pipe organ. He sent Carleton to the other room while he played notes on the piano and was amazed when Carleton correctly identified each note played. As a young man, Carleton had done some singing on the radio. He was often called on to sing for funerals or play the piano. He enjoyed being in the Lions Club minstrels, community choruses and other community pageants. [photo: Carleton Plowing Town Walks] One community service Carleton performed faithfully was the cleaning of snow from the village sidewalks. Many of the sidewalks were quarried stone slabs which had become uneven with the passing of time and neglect. This made cleaning the snow a very difficult job. Commercial blades on tractors would hit the raised stones and cause a problem for the driver, the tractor and the walk. Carleton the inventor designed a homemade plow from two extra wooden leaves from a table. These were attached to a bar which had a rope attached to it. Carleton held the rope and when he came to the high edged in the walk, he raised the plow by pulling the rope. The wooden blades moved the snow but saved the stones if they should hit. Carleton made quite a sight when he went out to plow in his wool air force suit from a surplus store over long underwear, with extra gloves, scarf and hat. He plowed all the walks around the square and around the surrounding blocks. In more recent years the old walks were either straightened or replaced and Carleton's services were not needed but he still plowed his neighborhood. Dilly didn't sit back and let the world go by. She found time to lead a Girl Scout Troop, take painting lessons from Bill Fraley, and ceramic classes at Ohio Wesleyan. And she always enjoyed a good card game. The plight of endangered species was a constant worry to Carleton. He Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 153) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1a9711a9070e3fb5753f804ff6a0b482.jpg 4df549617db0b8af045e7e01acad6387 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 154] [corresponds to page 145 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Nature Lover Carleton Burrer Wading in Utah's Great Salt Lake] watched all the nature programs on television and read all he could on the animals lives. He also managed to fit nature into their trips whenever possible. There are so many ways for someone to help make this a better world that there is no reason for someone to be bored. "While we were living our life, it didn't seem as though we did any more than anyone else," commented Dilly when she reviewed this section of her manuscript. "I think everyone does a lot more than they realize in a lifetime." Carleton even served as commissioner for the Big Walnut Girls Softball Association in 1978 which is interesting because Dilly is the true ball fan. [photo: Carleton and Dilly Shared the Love of the Theater. Here They Are Ready to Go to the 50th Anniversary of the Ohio Theater] Baseball On April 1st, 1996, when I arrived at Dilly's house for our weekly trip down memory lane she was aghast at the collapse of umpire John McSherry who was calling the first Cincinnati Red's baseball game of the season. McSherry, only 51 years of age, had recently had a physical and appeared to be fine but a heart attack took his life quickly before all the fans gathered to celebrate the opening of the season. Like the fans at the park, Dilly was concerned for McSherry and disappointed that the game was postponed. When Dilly was about 12 years old, her father was taking the boys from his Sunday School Class on their annual trip to Ebbets Field in Brooklyn. Dilly begged to be allowed to go. Finally he agreed and the seed for a love of her life was Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 154) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9d3ff292da87369952581e9f7e150b32.jpg 2455164ddcc433cf1e65b966860b2669 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 155] [corresponds to page 146 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] planted. "I kept the early programs so I could relive the excitement of the ball park. I also went to Yankee Stadium in the Bronx. I saw Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig and many of the other famous players. When I first came to Columbus, I followed the Columbus Redlegs. Mr. and Mrs. Conrad, the parents of my boss at Capital, got a ticket for me so all I had to do was take a trolley across town to the ballpark where I met Mr, and Mrs. Conrad and enjoyed the games. Later when I worked at Community Library, I was lucky my hours allowed me to be flexible and I was always home for the World Series. Carleton never understood how I could listen to every play and be as engrossed asthough I were at the ball park. He would grab his crossword puzzles and work those while I cheered the home runs and double plays." Carleton enjoyed words so he loved crossword puzzles almost as much as Dilly loved baseball. Carleton's Life Ends After 43 years of marriage, Carleton died suddenly in his sleep January 13, 1989. He was survived by his wife, their son John and three beloved grandchildren - Tony, Sherry, and Carol. Since then Carol gave birth to Great-Grandson Jay Jay Taylor. Determined to be as independent as ever, Dilly was walking to the dentist's office across town and up a steep hill when she fell and broke a hip. The injury has continued to vex her through the years. Fortunately, John has been there to help her when needed. [photo: Carleton Burrer, 64 March, 1974] [photo: Great-Grandson Jay Jay Taylor] Dilly has continued to draw strength through her family and her Lutheran background as she continues her life. Grandson Tony called one day for some tender words while suffering with the flu in New York. The granddaughters are good to give her a call for advice or just to chat. And of course, she continues on with her research into the family history and keeps up with all the research being done by others. Following in Carleton's footsteps, she continues to keep abreast of the affairs of the village and offers her support whenever she can. It was a great thrill to be able to cut the ribbon on the new Community Library in 1994 after waiting all these years for a real library with a building of its own. Carleton and Dilly funded the Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 155) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4d061c7d7d7fbe52c150360756b3236b.jpg 724aed43d332c87de7505206d071250f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 156] [corresponds to page 147 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Ben Hart and Dilly Burrer Cutting the Ribbon for the Opening of the New Building For the Community Library on July 3, 1994] local history and genealogy room in the new library which will help assure the continuation of their lifelong interests. Dilly helped in the choice of decorations for the room. [image: Trinity Lutheran Church in Stone Arabia, New York Founded 1729] Dilly's life began in a Lutheran family with her father as a minister in a church founded by her ancestors. Although Dilly attended church locally, she has continued to support the little Trinity Lutheran Church in Stone Arabia, New York. "There has always been a fondness for this church in my heart. The fact that the congregation has never Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 156) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e97a36e874bbf59ec8200b46cf8e566d.jpg 0b3b772d6f10e3270702181cb03ce94a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 157] [corresponds to page 148 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] given up even when war destroyed their building, has always been an inspiration," tells Dilly. The church bulletin carries the following history of the church. HISTORY OF CHURCH Trinity Lutheran Church was founded by the early Palatines. These people seeking liberty and freedom of worship fled Germany around 1700, and were welcomed in London by Queen Anne. History states that by 1709 several thousand Palatines had reached England and were being cared for by that government. Again, as history so often repeats itself, was this group of innocent, persecuted people not wanting to be a burden to the Land that had befriended them, it was decided to send them to America. With the English government acting as sponsors, several ships set sail in the winter of 1709-1710, arriving in June and July at Nuttens Island (now Governors Island) N.Y. Many died during the trip and because of much sickness the remainder were detained there until Ocotber. Those who were in good health left this island, at this time, to find work at the tar camps along the Hudson River. The tar and pitch made here could not be used by the British. So, still after their many hardships, these "Poor Palatines' found themselves ill-clad, living in huts with little food to eat. All promises of a better life had not or could not be kept. In the spring of 1712 several families journeyed to the Schoharie Valley to settle on land promised by the Indians. The same story plagued them to this valley. Clear titles to this land were unobtainable and much controversy arose over the ownership of these acres. The trek began again, to find a land of their own. On October 19, 1723 Governor Bumet issued the Stone Arabia Patent to twenty-eight of these men, and soon after they brought their families from Schoharie and settled this area. Filially [sic Finally] they were home! First came their homes and barns, and then a place to worship together. In 1729, William Coppernoll sold fifty acres of land to these early settlers upon which they were to build a church. We find these names among the early trustees and founders-Martines Dillenbeck, John Keiser, Harris Empie, John Schuls, Nicholas Stemfell and William Nellis. It is my thought that these people certainly worshiped somewhere in the six years interim, but any earlier date than June 2, 172!) cannot be claimed. A log church was erected by the combined efforts of the Lutherans and Reforms, these early settlers being of both denominations. They worshped here about four years, but with more land being cleared and more families coming to the valley, a larger church was desired. A better church was started about 250 feet from the log edifice, but after the foundation had been laid, a dispute arose as to the naming of the congregation. An agreement could not be reached and the Lutherans withdrew across the creek and continued to worship in the log church. This log church was burned in Sir John Johnson's raid on Stone Arabia on October 19, 1780. Stone Arabia was laid to the torch in this battle, one of the last of the Revolutionary War. For twelve years this congregation worshiped in homes or other buildings and "at the Fall" (Palatine Church, daughter of Trinity Lutheran Church). In 1792, a new wooden church was erected under the guidance of Pastor Phillip Grotz. This is the church we worship in today. It is almost as if these pioneers, after all their sacrifices and hardships had found their promised land and built a monument to God. It is not unusual on a Sunday morning today to see descendants (9th and 10th generation) of these early settlers attending this very same church. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 157) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b2c57bbd238a88e1844358c5a878a460.jpg 4c844b8304194036e90403d7a985d4a8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 158] [corresponds to page 149 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] So they came and helped to build a new country, surely with the foresight, as with each generation, that their children would preserve what they had fought and died for. Certainly some of this determination has been instilled in their descendants, for after 250 years we still have a very active congregation, with regular services, special services, Sunday school, two choirs, and three organizations. It can truly be said that Trinity is the Mother of Lutheranism in the Mohawk Valley. It is also easy to see why the church means so much to Dilly and her family. It looks like the line of ministers ended with her father. Dilly calls herself a C-Span junkie and indeed she keeps abreast of the news by watching television and listening to the newspaper read over a special radio. She listens to books-on-tape from the library and enjoys an occasional videocassette. Her neighbors and friends are good to stop for a visit and they help keep her up on community activities not reported in the local newspaper. The telephone keeps her in contact with family and friends. She keeps up on the genealogical research being done on the various families in her chart and helps see that the information is correct. FAMILY TRADITIONS Traditions are being passed on to the three granchildren who are now all living in Columbus, Ohio. After six years in theater, Tony is studying communications. Sherry has been employed by BankOne for the past year. Carol is studying to be a legal secretary. As a Christian family, the Burrers celebrate the traditional holidays which generally include family dinners. They also had big dinners for Burrer family birthdays, often with 18 or 19 people but these became fewer as the older generation died. After John was grown, the holidays also included Fawn Druggan and any others in the community who might not have family with which to dine. [photo: After Christmas Dinner in 1988 in the Burrer Home Dilly, Sherry, Hazel Davidson, Carol, Tony and John] Hazel Davidson had worked for the Burrer Mill so long she had become a member of the family and always had a place in these celebrations. As long as she was able Dilly would prepare a feast for all. She likes good food well prepared and plesantly served. "It was always fun but I remember going to Fawn's in the 1960's when she would Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 158) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/cd6ae950e09c8013daf28b651d6fd371.jpg bc5a3f3f91e2a95fb71f9da6aec79339 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 159] [corresponds to page 150 in Flashback: A Story of Two Families] have three kitchen helpers to serve us and elegant meal," recalled Dilly who enjoys doing it on a smaller scale by herself. The family has always enjoyed dining in good restaurants. The Jai-Lai in Columbus was Carleton's favorite while Dilly likes Fifty Five At Crosswoods. Traditional decorations are a part of the Burrer holidays such as the latch- hooked Christmas stockings made years ago by Tony and Sherry which are fondly hung in the family room, Traditionally the family looks at Dilly as a collector. How does one become a collector? Dilly hasn't any idea but a collector she has become. "Years ago when I bought clothes, I always bought a handkerchief and gloves to match. Through the years I have collected quite a few. Someone noticed I had a miniature pitcher and gave me another. Through the years these have become traditional gifts and I now have 123. Picture postcards have always fascinated me so I have collected those along with the playbills from the theater performances I attended. I never set out to be a collector," warns Dilly knowing Polly also tends to keep things. Dilly's bookmark collection is easy to understand and it has been on display in the library and at community celebrations. While she does not know how she got started, she admits they have brought her a great deal of pleasure through the years. [photo: Tony and Sherry Burrer's Latch-Hooked Stockings Hang Below a Shelf with Two of Dilly's Cornhusk Dolls] Passing on the family tradition passed from Dilly's father and Aunt Alice Barringer to Dilly. She in turn is passing the knowledge on to her grandchildren. Her family room is decorated with the plaids of the MacNaughtons and MacCleans [sic Macleans] as well as a family tree lettered by Sherry showing the ancestors of both sides of the family. While it was difficult to start this book, Dilly sees it as another way to carry on the family tradition. She hopes the stories will help her descendants understand their background and then someday they will be interested in continuing her research and will enjoy the search and the people they will meet along the way as much as she and Carleton have through the years. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 159) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ed28f184f769bd1f0f0ecec110f6dcc4.jpg 667147076778819f20ca440810d7fd8e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 160] [corresponds to page 151 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Favorite Snapshots of some of Dilly's Men [photo: Marsden Dillenbeck at Public School #35 in Hollis, New York] [photo: Carleton in 1941 Packard (110) 6 cylinder 4 door sedan] [photo] [photo: Billy Arnold] pphoto: John Burrer and cousin Billy Burrer] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 160) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/26a28334dd6bbfdbe4f4f03521864a47.jpg e81935553d500caaa02bdefbed947d17 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 161] [corresponds to page 152 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Dilly, Carol Burrer] [photo: Carol, Dilly and Sherry Burrer Mother's Day 1995] [photo: John and Sherry Burrer] [photo: John's 50th Birthday Party December 1996] [photo: Sherry Burrer John Burrer Jay D. Taylor] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 161) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/28e76e06d0d65d637f4c1d5ee70b0136.jpg 8b81287c592bed39192575f48fb78a89 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 162] [corresponds to page 153 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Jay D. Taylor Christmas 1997 [4 photos] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 162) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/575566f75c5548f3070a08ad09596519.jpg eb7c7f97ea84537f1f08f2cc9d859808 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 163] [corresponds to page 154 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Four Generations Dilly Burrer, Son John Burrer, Granddaughter Carol Burrer, and Great-Grandson JayJay Taylor] Dilly Looks at the Good Old Days? I'm glad I don't have to wear silk stockings with the seam up the back of the leg (I had to continuously feel to be sure the seam was straight). I don't ever want to use an outdoor privy or go without plumbing. I don't miss boiling clothes. I don't miss ironing clothes, let alone starching and then ironing them. I don't miss cooking on a coal stove. The oven was never even and the cake would tend to be lopsided. I don't miss oil-cloth even though it saved the table top. I don't miss the dirty coal smoke on everything, especially venetian blinds. I don't miss the dirt on the trains from the coal soot. I don't miss polio. I don't miss segregation. I don't miss gangsters. I don't miss the Dust Bowl. I don't miss the Great Depression. I don't miss blood poisoning because there were no 'wonder' drugs. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 163) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fda29ad12c4a8afc3060b1d02b2f4ce8.jpg e2cdf7b08bd12bd1b5340366b2f93215 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 164] [corresponds to page 155 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Appendix Cleebron, Germany ............................................... 156 The Following Pages were copied from the German Records in Cleebron, Germany, and sent to the United States. Because they have been copied several times, the quality is not the best but the information from which we took the Burrer family is here. Gammill Family .................................................. 160 Sperry Family ................................................... 166 Van Wie Family .................................................. 173 Burrer Bible Birth, Death and Marriage Records .................. 177 John E. Burrer Family ........................................... 179 Taken from charts prepared by Esther Burrer Nannie Burrer Family ............................................ 180 Taken from chart prepared by Warren Owen Paul Parker Burrer Family ....................................... 181 Gordon Burrer Family ............................................ 182 Prepared by Don Burrer Historical Data on Burrer Homes 46 N. Columbus Street - House ........................... 186 46 N. Columbus Street - Barn ............................ 187 47 N. Morning Street .................................... 188 Carleton Burrer's Manuscripts: Origin of the Name Sunbury .............................. 189 Burrer Family for The People Book ....................... 198 Early Delaware County: Sunbury and Community ........................... 209 Sunbury and Galena Communities- 1938 .................... 222 Items from Sunbury News in 1938 ......................... 228 Why I Enjoy Living in Sunbury ........................... 235 Bibliography .................................................... 239 Index ........................................................... 240 Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 164) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/183f125f1893ee510c552c5b5b3b5cfe.jpg 5dd1e4dd3884f52310783ac62bd7dadc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 172] [corresponds to page 160 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [foldout: Amy Gammill's Ancestors] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 172) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d7093ee6f4937db191a19bad4473588c.jpg d843990a0cb871887390b1d6119bc691 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 173] [corresponds to page 161 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Amy Ann Gammill's Ancestors The Gammil family has been traced directly to Scotland but historians feel the original Gemmills came there with the Norman Conquest and are therefore Danish "Gammel", Old Norse "Gammal", or perhaps Anglo-Saxon "Gemal, or Gamol". In all those languages the name means old or ancient. Gamal, son of Orm, had large possessions in 1065 in Scotland. Within a century the name was spelled Gamel probably the founder of Gamelsby. Official records are scanty but by 1570 a system of Registers was in place and tracing the name became easier. In that year there were 23 different properties around Raith in Central Ayrshire parishes held by Gemmills. Fenwick, which is believed to be Anglo-Saxon, had more Gemmills than any other district in 1570. William Gemmill We do know William Gemmill, progenitor of the York County Gemmills, was the second son of John and Anna Ann (Barnett) Gammill who were tenant farmers of Thorniehill, Kilmaaurs, Ayreshire, Scotland. Their first son, John, was born out of wedlock, February 25, 1720, and the family was forced to leave Kilmaurs and journey to Irvine to escape reproof. There William was born January 16, 1722. Several years later the family returned to Kilmaurs and continued to raise their family of six children: Marion (5-21-1727), Janet (12-7-1729), David (August 17- 1732) and Hugh (6-22-1735). It is not known for sure if John and William came to America together nor do we know if William and Jeanette Hepburn married in Scotland or America. However, we do know William Gemmill with his wife Jeanette (Jennette) settled in Shrewsbury Township, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania circa 1745 on land warranted as Gammels Chance consisting of about 1000 acres (see map on next page). His brother John, a clock and watchmaker, first shows in public documents in 1750. William was a farmer, merchant, land speculator and a staunch Presbyterian. He served as Supervisor of Highways in Shrewsbury Township (1756, 1760), Overseer of the Poor (1765), Assessor of the township (1769, 1770, 1772, 1774), Assistant Assessor (1781), and York County Commissioner (1768). William also helped separate Hopewell Township from Shrewsbury Township, helped erect the county jail, and was instrumental in purchasing land for the Court House. William and Jeanette raised seven children: John (1745-1798), David (1750-1795), Ann (1752-1829), Margaret (died young), William (died young), James 1762-1799), and Robert (1762-1846). They followed Scottish tradition of naming the first son in the family after the paternal grandfather, second after the maternal grandfather, the third after the father, later ones for their uncles. Daughters were named in the same manner, paternal grandmother, maternal grandmother, mother, then aunts. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 173) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a20e89ff002c1f41ed60da8d72a660d5.jpg 6119a8b978cd68c66a59fdf2094a0ae7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 174] [corresponds to page 162 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [image: map] YORK COUNTY, PA A Genealogy of the Townships of York County York County was erected from Lancaster by Act of August 19, 1749. [illegible] Township was the Lancaster County township from which most York townships were formed. The Suequehanna River has never been a part of York County. It lies in Lancaster County. Adams County was erected from York on January 22, 1800. The town of York was laid out for John, Thomas, and Richard Penn by Thomas Cookson in 1741. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 174) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6befc88387ad4bc162d062fba607510c.jpg 55512ef743f696554c3ac43275b3129a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 175] [corresponds to page 163 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] William died February 16, 1789 and Jeanette the next month, March 14, 1789. Both are buried in Downies Graveyard, Chanceford Township in York County, Pennsylvania. They were moved to Round Hill Cemetery in 1915. John Gemmill John, William's eldest son, had thirteen children by two wives. He served in the American Revolution as a private in the Sixth Battalion in Captain George Long's Company under command of John Travis. John married Agnes Wallace (1748-1785), daughter of James and Agnes Wallace. To this marriage eight children were born: Margaret (1770-1850) who married John Collins, William (1771-1849), James (1773-1816), Jenette (1777- 1829), John Jr. (1778-1862), twins David (1781-1840) and Ann (1781-?) then Agnes (1784 and died before 1815). Shortly after the birth of Agnes, her mother died. After two years later in 1787 John married Elizabeth Collins (born about 1767 and died after 1813), who was the daughter of William and Grace Collins of York County, Pennsylvania. Elizabeth and John had five children: Elizabeth (1789- 1884), Robert (1791-1813), Jean (1792 or 3 -1793), Mary Jean (1794-) who married Thomas Wallace, and Sarah Gemmill (1795-). James Gemmill James was born in Hopewell Township, York County, Pennsylvania in 1773. With Mary Twigg, he had a natural daughter, Jemima Gemmill, born on April 1 1794. On October 10, 1794, he married Elizabeth "Betsy" McPherson (1776-) the daughter of Frederick and Isabella (Collins) McPherson. To this marriage eight children were born: Lydia Grace (1795-) who married John Clark, Jr., Frederick Gemmill (1796-1853), Nancy (1797-) who may have married John Clark, Jr. after Lydia's death, Robert (1799-) who married Agnes "Nancy" Wilson, Isabella Gemmill (1802-) who married Matthew Adams, Elizabeth (1804-) who married Samuel Richardson, Mary Ann (1806-), and James McPherson (1814-1886) who married Anne Clark, On June 19, 1816, James drowned in the Susquehanna River and was buried in York County, Pennsylvania. Elizabeth and some of the children moved to Ohio after James' death and changed the spelling of the name to Gammill. She later moved on to Jefferson County, Iowa, with Elizabeth and James and their families, where she died and is buried. Frederick Gemmill October 10, 1822, Frederick married Elizabeth Adams (April 12, 1799-May 21, 1881), daughter of William and Rebekah (Douglas) Adams in York, York County, Pennsylvania. They had ten children: William (1822-1852) who married Sarah, Anna McPherson (1824-1880) who married Thomas Baker, James Wallace (1826-1913) who married Mary Landon and fathered Annabelle (mother of Fawn Ramsey Druggan), David Duglass (1828-1890) who married Margaret Stith, Robert Martin Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 175) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/87a051eafd30dd7ccf2c392b2af6b790.jpg fe3219b7247f0f7c223c40cdd282f6a1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 176] [corresponds to page 164 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] (1831-1920) who married Lucinda Ellen Galpin, Frederick Washington Gammell (1834-1915 who married Mary Galpin, Samuel Shriver "Shrive" (March 18, 1835 to July 12, 1909), John Thompson (1883-1838), Elizabeth Jane (1840-1842), Elizabeth Mary "Becky" (1842-1842). Frederick died December 1853 in Stockton, San Joaquin County, California. Elizabeth is buried in Sunbury, Ohio. Samuel Shriver "Shrive" Gammill "Shrive" was born March 18, 1835 in Lisbon, Center Township, Columbiana County, Ohio. On September 18, 1856 he married Mary Elizabeth Johnson (11-12-1840 to 2-21-1895) who was the daughter of John S. and Elizabeth (Powell) Johnson of Fairfield County, Ohio. To this union six children were born: Amy Anna, Charles A. (1859-1864), J. Ernest (1866-), Juliette "Etta" (1867-1928) who married Alfred Sheets, Colonel Ellsworth "C E" (1865-1919) who married Etta Bailey, and Mamie (1881-1968) who married Harvey Diehl. [photo: Samuel Shriver Gammill] "Shrive" enlisted in the Civil War August 6, 1861 and served in the 96th OVI-Company G from Delaware, Ohio. From January 1 to March 1863, after Chickasaw Bayou, "Shrive" was ill in the hospital. He fought at Vicksburg and Jackson then was given a thirty day furlough July 30, 1863. On September 15, 1863 he returned to his company and fought in Grand Coteau, Mansfield, Fort Gaines, Fort Morgan, Spanish Fort and Mobile. He was mustered out with his regiment. In addition to being the proprietor of a saw mill and hoop factory located on the northwest corner of North and North Vernon Streets, "Shrive" also built homes. He built the house at 46 North Columbus for his daughter and G.J. Burrer as well as the bank barn behind the house. The houses at 60 and 74 North Vernon as well as those at 126 and 136 South Columbus Street were products of "Shrive"'s workmanship. All the houses have a basic 'square frame' construction and are designed with a certain dignity which was his mark. Many other houses and farms were purchased by him, renovated and then sold. It was "Shrive"'s character to rise early and put in long days. In addition to being a hard worker, he was considered a good influential citizen. On February 21, 1895, Mary died. Six years later he married Mrs. Jospehine Harrison. "Shrive" died July 12, 1909, and is buried in Sunbury Memorial Park with his wife, Mary, and son, Charles. Amy Ann Gammill Amy married Gottlieb Jacob Burrer and became the mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother of the Burrer men who are subjects of this history. She found pleasure in her family and flowers. 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Description An account of the resource [page 177] [corresponds to page 165 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: The Gammill Family First Row: Ellis Gammill, Margaret Barton Darling, Mabel Gammill Howard, Lena Barber Walker Second Row: Tom Landon, Jake Burrer, Jim Williamson, Andrew Barber, John Barton, George Walker Third Row: Amy Landon, Amy Burrer, Mary Jane Williamson, Elma Gammill, Alvia Barber, Gertrude Barton] [photo: The Large Lilac in the Burrer yard] [photo: Amy's Yellow Rose Bush] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 177) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7eba6b60eae113537fee9eeda3749a72.jpg 8a87b0ba5cc1db68dc321f881ea176fc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 178] [corresponds to unnumbered page of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Ancestors of Daisy Estella Sperry Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 178) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/19bf49fc24525c835853913ff15e588b.jpg 1a32bcc81f1b348121a096c8619ea4b0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 179] [corresponds to page 167 of Flashback: A Story of Two Lives] Daisy Sperry's Ancestors The following Sperry family history was taken from Sperry Family, compiled by Daisy Sperry Burrer, Edith Bell Stickney, Eugene Ball and Isabelle Forry. Thomas Sperry was believed to be of Hugenot stock and therefore originally from France. It is believed he fled France during the St. Bartholomew's massacre and settled in Germany. From there he came to America where his will was probated in Hardy County, Virginia, on April 25, 1765. Thomas was married to Sarah and they had 12 children: John, Jacob, Thomas, Sarah, Mary, Magdalene, and Peter are the known names. Several years prior to the Revolutionary War, Gen Daniel Morgan organized his famous band of Riflemen and took an active part in the Indian wars. In his company were a large number of German Virginians from Winchester and its vicinity namely Johann Schultz, Jacob Sperry, Peter and Simon Lauck, Frederick Kurtz, Karl Grimm, George Heisler and Adam Kurz. Six of these men formed the "Dutch Mess" because they always messed together during the entire war. None met with disaster during all their severe campaigns but they did gain special distinction for bravery and loyalty to Morgan. Throughout the Revolutionary war they acted as Aides-de-Camp, never accepted officer's commissions. When the war was over, they each received valuable tracts of land near Winchester as rewards for service. Peter, Jacob's brother and Thomas's son, first married Mary Hannock who was born in Germany in 1766 and died November 24, 1836. They had four sons and eight daughters - Isaac, John, Jacob born 1789, Benjamin (or Abraham), Betsy Sperry Thompson, Sally Sperry Claypool, Rebecca Sperry Cory, ? Sperry Cramer and ? Sperry Wornstaff. Peter then married Lidia Wilkin born 1766 and died July 22, 1860. Isaac lived in Frankfort, Ohio, and was buried in the old Baptist grave yard there. Jacob Sperry was born in Hardy County, Va., April 24, 1789, and married Mary Wilson born December 2, 1791 to James and Harriet Jamison Wilson. They had seven children: Maria Sperry Forry (3- 16-1814 to 6-3-1863), Albert Sperry (12-13-1815 to 8-21- 1893), Peter Sperry (1-2-1818 to 12-21-1895), Isaac Newton Sperry (10-6-1819 to 5-1-1898), [photo: Jacob and Mary (Wilson) Sperry] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 179) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0918dae00ce558f37fa87fd61301fed4.jpg 158273357dc521fe06f8efd29d8b19a9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 180] [corresponds to page 168 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] John Milton Sperry (3-3-1821 to 10-12-1901), Eliza Sperry Campbell (1-17-1823 to 1-12-1916), and Angleine sperry Rees (11-24-1824 to 6-24-1857). Jacob moved his family from a farm to Utica, Ohio. Their neighbor, Mary Boyd Reynolds described them as a most estimable couple. "Frugal in their manner of living, by their economical management and diligence they became thrifty and prosperous, so that in declining years they retired from active duties and enjoyed the fruit of their labors. They were truly a comfortable couple. They shared the home tasks, Mr. Sperry tended the garden in season and did the milking and churning. Mrs, Sperry was a notable housekeeper, her home spotless and her table spread with the good things of culinary art. They visited their sons and daughters and their friends. Above all they took time for the cultivation of their higher nature, and the Bible was not a closed book in their house. Sabbath morning the gentle old white horse was hitched to the phaeton and they drove to Owl Creek Church to service." The men sat on one side of the church and the women on the other. Mary was a tiny woman who wore a lace cap, over that a plain black bonnet with black ties; lace mitts, a silk shawl with a fringe border and carried a satchel for "the grandchildren's cookies after Sunday School." When discussing marriage proposals was whether it was better to answer sic or] whether delay made the game more interesting, Grandma Sperry said with a laugh "When Grandpap asked me, I said yes so quickly that he was most of a mind to back out." One night Mrs. Reynolds uncle offered to escort Mrs. Sperry home as it was dusk. She replied "I have never accepted the escort of any gentleman since I married Grandpap, and I shall go alone." They loved and trusted each other implicitly. On July 14, 1873, their final ride was to go to Mt. Vernon for a Bible with large print so they might more easily read it. They were struck by a freight train near son Albert's home. Mary was killed instantly as she had wished and Jacob lingered for several weeks, dying August 2, 1873. He had said earlier he did not wish to die suddenly because he wanted time to think about the change coming to him. Aside from giving each child a home, the couple left $40,000 to their children. On September 3, 1839, their oldest son, Albert Sperry, married Matilda Vernon (who was born 6-13-1820) and they had 8 children: Eliza Sperry Crane (3-28-1841 to 9- 8-1861), John Wesley Sperry (2-13-1843 to 1845), Jacob Vernon Sperry (6-3-1846 to 10- 25-1918), Isaac Thompson Sperry (11-20- 1848 to 11-9-1925), Albert J. Sperry (9-10- 1851 to ), George Mitchell Sperry (6-13-1854 to 1856) Martha Matilda Evelyne Sperry (6-9- 1856 to ?) and Ida May Sperry 8-8-1860 to ?). Albert and Matilda began their married [photo: Isaac Sperry and Aunt Ida Sperry] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 180) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b2c81ff27bed3c606d42814386b0262b.jpg b40da9edbdff42c8792d605a5b51b91e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 181] [corresponds to page 169 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] life on a 100 acre farm of timber. A big log cabin was built of the timber, brush burned and the ashes sold for 6 cents a bushel. Later a frame house and barn replaced the log cabin. Sperry sold the farm to Benjamin Tullos and bought another 207 acre farm from George Crawford in 1852 about a half mile south of Newark road. The place was named Evergreen Farm for the large number of evergreens in the yard. Sperry prospered and rasied eight children. To each he gave a 100 acre tract of land or the equivalent in money at the marriage. He was known for lending money to those in need and often canceled the note when the person was unable to pay. After the death of his wife, he applied his study of the scriptures to the writing of a book which he had published called "Our Hope." Albert was a firm believer in education and sent each of his children to Granville college as long as they wanted to go. [photo: Isaac Sperry] Isaac Thompson Sperry married Sophronia Cummings, daughter of George F. and Rachel Cummings on October 8, 1873. Sophronia was born in Pickaway County, June 1851 and died March 25, 1916. Isaac and Sophronia had two children - George F. Sperry (1-4-1877 - died an infant) and Daisy Estelle Sperry (9-4-1879 to 2-6- 1958). Following his wife's death, Isaac married Margaret Walker Gelvin on November 24, 1921. [photo: Sophronia Cummings Sperry] [photo: Home and Barn in Pickaway County, Ohio, Where Daisy Was Born.] [photo] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 181) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3780af61a2562ac386a677db2e7c759f.jpg 8c1bc30cb39f11fcf7f69553034e4581 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 182] [corresponds to page 170 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Sophronia's brother, George Cummings and family at the home place in Harlem Township.] [photo: William Cummings, His Wife and Daughters] [image: Lincoln-Lee Legion Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 182) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c2c547e14a236a55f218e93efc324fe2.jpg ba9819768d9525a8d4557f4e6c52dd5d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 183] [corresponds to page 171 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: The Home of Isaac and Sophronia (Cummings) Sperry south of Berkshire Corners. This 100 acre farm was owned by Pearly Stockwell in 1966.] [photo] [photo: Mrs. Isaac Sperry at the Brick Home North of Berkshire Corners] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 183) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8b71ac11ea4550160420f7f480e2f6ca.jpg 79d7d699ef9f12c5a3808d7e1662e1ed Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 184] [corresponds to page 172 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Daisy Sperry and Amy Burrer] [photo: Harry Handshaw of Aspen, Colorado and Maggie (Gelvin) Sperry in the Parlor at North Morning Street [photo: View from living room to stairway In the Isaac Sperry home in Berkshire where Carleton was born. Note Denison pennant, diploma, and chairs which are still in Dilly's home.] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 184) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fc0c5c64334b6a3fb6c5df5e445668ff.jpg 827cb9f8ec0bbaa61eb8d84753a321f0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 185] [corresponds to page 173 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [foldout: Helen Van Wie's Ancestors] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 185) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5bd4b9432d893e8c3bc1d7cac76f3e27.jpg 304fd51e87503da5577d4f0f67b1b564 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 186] [corresponds to unnumbered page of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Dec 1950 Knickerbocker News? The Van Wie Mansion, Built in 1679, Stands As Sturdy Monument to Area's Colonial Days (This is the last of a series of articles on historic homes in the Albany area.) By WILLIAM J. BAKROW The Van Wie mansion, built in 1679 by Hendrick Gerritse Van Wie in what is now known as Van Wies Point, is one of the oldest buildings still standing in Albany County. The house has seen many changes since its early fort Or- ange days, but the original beams, holdings, doors and ma- sonry still are in service. It is a sturdily built house, as were most Colonial homes, and was constructed with an eye toward solid comfort. Van Wie arrived in Fort Or- ange from Holland in 1664, about the same time as the English were changing the settlement's name to Albany. He purchased the property from the Van Rensselaers and with the aid of his family and cheap farm labor built the mansion. One-Foot Beams The south wing of the house was the original structure. the one-foot-thick beams in this section provide an interesting contrast to the less sturdy con- struction of the later additions. The basement walls are more than three feet thick and have needed only slight repairs since they were built. The kitchen and back doors contain a maltese cross in their paneling-to scare off evil spirits. The glass in the windows appears old, but, according to the owners, is not the original. Most of the early furnishings in the mansion have been removed to the home of Mrs. Mildred Van Wie Wheeler, about a quarter of a mile north in Van Wies Point. These include a small trunk used by the Van wies to store valu- able papers and dated "Troy- 1828," brass candlesticks and jewel boxes. Served as Terminal The mansion was sold out of the Van wie family in the mid- dle of the 19th Century by Peter P. Van Wie. Its present occu- pants are Dr. R.S. Cunningham and Mrs. Cunningham. The Van Wie property once served as a terminal for Hudson River raffic in the Albany area. The dock owned by Peter G. and Henry Van Wie was leased in 1835 to the Hudson Steamboat Company. Today only the dock posts still stand and a sign in- stalled by the State Department of Education tells the story of this trading port. Marker Removed Under the terms of the dock ease, the Van wies were obli- gated to keep the lower river road open for stagecoach traffic. Because of the shallow condi- tions then existing in the Hudson between Van Wies Point and the Albany businss district it was impossible to sail boats any further than this dock. Freight and passengers were met at the Van Wie dock and shuttled by coach to their destinations. Another State Education mark- er stands in front of the mansion, briefly recounting its history. An additional marker once stood on Route 144 containing the same legend, but was removed after numerous complaints by occu- pants of neighboring homes. According to the complaints, many motorists were drawn off the main highway by the sign to have a look at the old home. The tourists littered the surrounding lawns with trash and were re- ported to have broken into neigh- boring homes while the occupants were away. Despite cries from local his- torians, who believed they were being snubbed, the sign on Route 144 was removed. Noted for Size The Van Wies were noted for their size and strength, with sev- eral of the men pushing seven feet and most of the women more than six feet. The legend persists that one of the Van Wies traveled to New York City to see a much publi- cized giant on display. Van Wie returned home a dissappointed man, having discovered that he was several inches taller than the giant and out weighed him by many pounds. The Cunninghams report that while spading the ground for a garden and terrace they have un- covered many Indian relics. Van wies Point is reportedly part of a once thickly settled Indian vilage. [photo: This colonial home, built in 1679 by Hendrick Gerritse Van Wie in what is now known as Van wies Point, is one of the oldest buildings in Albany County. The south wing was the original building and much of the framework and masonry of the original is still in good repair. The house is occupied by Dr. R.S. Cunningham and Mrs. Cunningham.] [photo: One of the original beams in the Van Wie mansion is shown above. The ax is of a type similar to those used to cut beams during the Colonial period. It was given to the Cunninghams by Frank Welch, one of the oldest residents of Van Wie Point.] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 186) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d80aa5788e35e50165d8601d605a9a77.jpg 46328ad8ee661f558c40ecd7db1f8f5b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 187] [corresponds to page 174 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Helen Van Wie's Family According to the Innes Getty Collection in the New York Genealogical and Biographical Society, Hendrick Gerritse Van Wie, the son of Gerrit Van Wie, sailed from Holland to America aboard "de Endracht" April 17, 1664 (from Dutch settlers Society Yearbook: Albany). Although his name is not listed as a passenger, the receipt for his passage signed by the skipper Jan Bergen is in the Renssalaerswyck Manuscript papers in the New York State Library at Albany. Hendrick settled at Fort Orange later to be named Albany and found employment on several farms He was paid to thatch the barn roofs of Peter Meess on June 1670 and again on april 1673. He married Eytje Ariese and to this marriage 8 children were born: Gerrit (1676 to 1746), Jannetje, Geesje, Ariaantje, Alida, Jan (1686-), Catrina and Henrick of Hendrik Gerritsz Verwey (1689-1715). Apparently the priest knew the proper Netherlands name which is written as Henfrik Gerriysz Verwey. On October 13, 1679, he was charged 50 guilders a year for 4 years rent from May 1, 1675 to 1679 for a farm called Dominics Hock which he then bought from the Van Rensselaers. This became known as Van Wie Point located five miles south of Albany on the west bank of the Hudson. With the help of his family and cheap farm labor he built the Van Wie mansion. A news article which ran in the Knickerbacker News in December 1950 is included in this section. Since the Hudson River was not always deep enough for large ships, the Van Wies had to maintain a dock where the passengers and cargo could be taken across land and make connection with public transportation. [photo: Van Wie Point Hendrick Gerritse Van Wie Dutch Colonist in Fort Orange, 1664 Built House Here in 1679 Located 5 miles south of Albany on the west side of the Hudson - 1958] After Hendrick Gerritse Van Wie's death, his widow married Andries Jacobse Gardinier, the son of Jacob Janse and Josyna Gardinier. Eytje had three more children: Andries, Jacob, and Arien. The latter married Elizabeth Van Slyke and their daughter, Johanna Gardinier, was to become the wife of Hendrick H. Van Wie about 1748. Andries received a large land grant early in Kinderhook. Jenrick of Henderik Gerritse married Hilletje Becker. Hilletje was the daughter of Johannes and Anna Van der Zee. Johannes was the son of Jan Jurianse Becker (who lived about 1635 to 1697) and Maria Adriaens who married about 1660. Jan came from Holland in 1655 as admiral for the Dutch West Indies Company. In 1656 he was living in Ft. Casimir on the Delaware River. In 1660 he was indicted for selling brandy to the Indians and sentenced to 500 guilders. The same year he petitioned to teach school in Manhattan and did teach there. In 1663 he lived in Greenbush, across the River Beverwyck (Albany). In 1669, Gov. Lovelace appointed him Notary Public. In 1670 he got a license to teach school Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 187) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/afe9fbac3d4226dd01f9839bf0f72d8c.jpg 6eee1067a72656d07468df4ba5997a33 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 189] [corresponds to page 176 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] To Francis Nicoll, Abraham Run and David Burhans, executors: all my messuage, lands or tenements situate in Renssalaerswyck on west side of Hudson in Twn. of Bethlehem as well as residue of personal property, goods and chattels, which shall be sold to the best advantage and the money applied to the purchase of three large white "marvil" gravestones with graving in proper order at the heads of father, my wife and my own. To children of elder brother Andrew, one third of my legacies; one third part to brother John H.: one third part to my youngest sister Elizabeth Bronk, the wife of Peter Bronk. To my two brother Andrew and John H., all my wearing apparel. Executors to be: Francis Nicoll, Abraham Han and David Burhans. Signed Wit.: John H. Burhans Arie Van Wie Caleb Smith Jehoishem B. Staats Note he freed his slaves and provided for his children and nephews, particularly those who shared his name. [photo: Tintype of Maria (Wormuth) Van Wie holding Andrew Dillenbeck Dilly's Great-Grandmother Holding Dilly's Father] Daniel and Anne had John D. Van Wie, who in turn married Maria Wormuth. John and Maria were the parents of Helen Van Wie who married her third cousin Luther Dillenbeck. The latter became the parents of Andrew Luther Dillenbeck, and then the grandparents of Dorothy MacNaughton Dillenback [Dillenbeck] Burrer. [photo: Helen Van Wie Dillenbeck] [photo: Luther Dillenbeck] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 189) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/151a7e3224032d0265ea3277c9819bc7.jpg aeac554d031ff81e2a5d8b9498a8ab3e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 190] [corresponds to page 177 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [image: Birth, Death and Marriage Records from the Burrer Family Bible] Births Gottleib Jacob Burrer 1848 in Wittenburg [illegible] Germany Amy Ann Gammill born August 15,-1867 [illegible] Delaware County Ohio Sprague Gammill Burrer Born March 7 - 1876 Karl Ormand Burrer Born Aug 22-1870 in Sunbury O. Paul Parker Burrer Born June 6-1886 in Sunbury Rudolph Odell Burrer Born February 18 1888 Gordon Jacob Burrer Born February 2-1894 Sunbury Carleton Sperry Burrer Born November 9, 1909 Sunbury Deaths Sprague Gammill Burrer Killed in mill Aug 6-1886 Sunbury O. Hellen Dryer Wife of Rudolph Burrer Died Jan 15-1916 at Sunbury O. Gottlieb Jacob Burrer February 12th, 1926 at Sunbury, O. Amy Ann Gammill Burrer July 6th 1932 Karl Ormond Burrer Dec. 5th 1957 (7) In White Cross Hospital Gordon Jacob Burrer July 4, 1960 at Cincinnati, Ohio Rudolph Odell Burrer July 17 1965 Riverside Hospital - Columbus, Ohio. Carleton Sperry Burrer - Jan 14, 1989 Charlotte Pagles Burrer July 2, 1991 at Cincinnati, Ohio Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 190) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/28646aa1f896c7530ace30aca369f846.jpg aa2c15c3735cd55727d0bc0e76c5d7ba Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 191] [corresponds to unnumbered page of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [image: Marriages] Samuel G. Gammill & Mary E. Johnson were Married Sept 18th 1856 Gottleib Jacob Burrer and Amy Ann Gammill were Married May 26-1875 Paul Parker Burrer & Sarah Minerva Hess were Married Oct 7-1908 Karl Ormand and Dasy Esther Sperry were Married Dec 23-1908 Rudolph Odell Burrer and Hellen Cambpell Dryer were Married oct 31-1915 Gordon Jacob Burrer and Charlotte Grace Pagels were Married Oct. 3, 1929 at Cincinnati, Ohio Rudolph Odell Burrer and Martha Louise Griffiths were married June 11, 1932 Karl Ormand Burrer and Mary Schwin Paul Parker Burrer and Minnie McLeod Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 191) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2a13814d5315936cfa8c683c7025a5b5.jpg bb01483a0da0b58a2db3e84494519981 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 192] [corresponds to page 179 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [foldout: John E. Burrer's Descendants] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 192) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5a2f2ec92d57f93ecbbb476359e32531.jpg 37096e47fed518ee4d1c248564e4c9a9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 193] [corresponds to page 180 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [foldout: Nannie E. Burrer's Descendants] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 193) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/222b0e3d5276fc4ca6b8d5d360d2638f.jpg ed315454862a122914fdcfac106e2c33 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 194] [corresponds to unnumbered page of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [foldout: Descendants of Paul Parker Burrer] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 194) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9cf1c87238726674e56c8942cbd679a8.jpg 10018c80abdb781d7913882a89be21e4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 195] [corresponds to page 182 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [foldout: Gordon J. Burrer's Descendants] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 195) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2015ff2e873e8ddcbb77bcb936585a6e.jpg c291ee2e5a54a7de891c21a75c0ee24c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 196] [corresponds to page 183 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] PERSONAL HISTORY of CHARMY, DON and FRED BURRER The following was written for this book by Don Burrer. Gordon J. Burrer had a daughter Charmy (1931), and twin boys, Don (Gordon Jr.), and Fred (1932). They raised their family on Pleasant Ridge, a suburb of Cincinnati. All three children graduated from Walnut Hills High School, a college preparatory public school in Cincinnati. [photo: Don, Charmy, Fred] Charmy marries Richard Voss in 1953 after graduating from Denison University. They built their family home in Wyoming, OH, a suburb of Cincinnati where they raised three boys, Rick, Andy, and Tim. Rick is an attorney with an MBA. He is academically oriented with college degrees from Vanderbuilt [sic Vanderbilt] University of Cincinnati, and Xavier. Andy is a mechanical engineer graduate from Georgia Tech. Tim is a business graduate from Ohio University. All three boys are married. Rick and Andy each have two children. Richard worked for Masonite Company through most of his business career before starting his own machine tool sales company. He has always had a strong interest interest in and a knack for, woodworking. He has beautifully refinished many old family pieces of furniture. He is a WWII veteran and during the war served in the Navy aboard a salvage ship in the Pacific. He is a gifted communicator and a most entertaining story teller. After her family was grown Charmy became quite active in community service work with a special talent for managing financial affairs. She served a term as Treasurer for both the Cincinnati Junior League and the Cincinnati Wonab's Club where she was also a Board member. For many years she also served on the Sharonwoods Village Board and played a major role in the creation of their historical 19th century village. Like many of the early Sunbury Burrers, Don had an interest in mechanical things and as a consequence of these interests was graduated as an Electrical Engineer from MIT. He married Nancy Farrell from Cincinnati in 1957 while he was serving his two year ROTC commitment as a Communications Officer in the USAF at Westover AFB in MA. After his AF discharge Don worked for AVCO in Cincinnati Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 196) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/81d67284d237ff2b869e9bcbe816f9f2.jpg d8933760140163fa6353c9aa1c3ebb0a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 197] [corresponds to page 184 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] as a design engineer on infrared threat warning systems and infrared semiconductor sensors. While living in their Wyoming, OH, home they adopted a son, Jeffrey. Shortly after adopting Jeffery, they had a daughter Amy. In 1963 Don earned a Masters of Science degree in Electrical Engineering from the University of Cincinnati. In 1964 they moved to Owego, NY where Don continued his infrared system and component design work at IBM's Federal Systems Division. In 1966 Don accepted an opportunity with the Honeywell Radiation Center in Boston, MA, to lead the product development work on HgCdTe, a recenlty discovered and promising new infrared detector material. They settled in Wayland, MA, a suburb west of Boston. There they adopted their second son, Philip (Flip). All three children graduated from Wayland High School. Jeffery always had a strong interest in automobiles and through dealerships his career has centered around the automotive parts business. Amy was a good student and graduated with honors from the University of Pennsylvania as an Electrical Engineer. Upon her graduation she accepted a job with Bell Labs and they sent her to the University of Michigan for one year where she received a Masters Degree in Electrical Engineering. She has developed her professional area of expertise around the design and design verification off both hardware and software associated with high speed digital network switches. Flip did his undergraduate work in pre-med at Tufts University and completed his formal medical schooling at the Chicago Medical school. Dr. Burrer's field is Family Practice. [photo: Don Burrer Family Don, Jeffery, Philip, Amy, and Nancy] In 1975 Don left Honeywell with two other engineers, founding inframetrics. They developed a product line of commercial infrared imagining radiometers. Using a patented technique to achieve TV compatibility their products were the first that could make radiometric recordings via standard VCRs. The company grew rapidly and in 1984 the founders sold the company. Don has authored numerous technical papers and has been granted several patents. He was Chairman/Editor of the 1984 Thermosense Vi-Conference sponsored by SPIE - the International Society for Optial Engineers and in 1989 he was honored by MIT with 98 other alumni who founded companies in Massachusetts which had "made a significant contribution to the economy of the state and nation". Don also has had a continuing interest in general aviation. He owns a Lack Buccaneer amphibian aircraft and holds a commercial single engine, land sea instrument rating. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 197) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/59ebf6743dfcad5733cc1d8a27d0ca81.jpg 651a0ae5d2a3e19f536519c8eaf42ddb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 198] [corresponds to page 185 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Nancy was involved in many school and community projects while her children were growing up in Wayland. When the children were grown she worked for many years as a volunteer with local Hospice organizations. She enjoys Bridge and is an active participant in several groups. She is also involved in community activities and golf at their cottage on Lake Winnipesaukee in NH. [photo: Don and Fred Burrer] Fred graduated from Denison University as a business major. After graduation he joined the navy, went to officers training school, and served abroad ship as a Supply Officer. He was stationed in Galveston, TX. After his discharge he returned to Cincinnati, began work with Standard Publishing Company, and in 1958 married Ann Gray from Glendale, OH. They had two boys and a girl, Reed, Dan and Karen. In 1967 he was transferred to Kalamazoo, MI to become the President of Doubleday Brothers & Co., now a division of Standex. He was active in the local business community and served on the Board of Old Kent Bank and Nazarth [sic Nazareth] College. He remained as Doubleday President until his retirement in 1988. The three children from Kalamazoo High School. Reed married after one year of college and has moved to South Bend, IN, with his wife Mary and two children. He has made a career in residential real estate. Dan is a business graduate from Michigan State University and has found a rewarding career working with billing software in the field if [sic of] interactive cable television. Karen is in Kalamazoo and is beginning a career in the field of hospital services. In 1978 Fred and Ann were divorced. Ann continues to live in Kalamazoo and died in early 1996. In 1979 Fred married Pat Moss, who helped raise his three children in Kalamazoo. Fred adopted two of Pat's children, Paula and Maggie. Upon retirement Fred and Pat moved to Fairfield Glade, Tennessee. They are both avid golfers and enjoy excursions in their 38 foot cruiser on the nearby Tennessee River. They have established a very active social life within the Fairfield Glade community. [photo: Capt. Gordon J. Burrer, WWII, and nephew Gerald J. Burrer] [Note: Pages 186-238 of Flashback: A story of Two Families contain copies of Carleton Burrer's writings and are included as appendices in Flashback: The Story of Two Families. The orginal manuscripts of these writings are part of Community Library's local history collection and appear elsewhere in Big Walnut Memory in their original formats. These writings include Mr. Burrer's contributions to The Ohio Historic Inventory, The Origin of the Name of Sunbury and its Application to the Village of Sunbury, Delaware Co., Ohio, The Burrer Family, Early Delaware County-Sunbury and Community, The Sunbury and Galena Communities and how they were in 1938 when Sunbury Lions Club Originated, and Why I Enjoy Living in Sunbury, Delaware County, Ohio] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 198) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bc919db512999d72881a6ee1aaccd6d8.jpg 2c9a8094bf5668e633f6c3245601fc2a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 199] [corresponds to page 239 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] BIBLIOGRAPHY "Battle of Oriskany" from Encyclopedia Britannica. Encyclopedia Britannica, Inc.: Chicago, Illinois. Page 904. The Compendium of American Genealogy: The Standard Genealogical Encyclopedia of the First Families of America. Volume VII, pages 562, and 889. The Dallenbachs in America, 1710-1935. edited by Andrew L. Dillenbeck, D.D. and Karl M. Dallenbach, Ph.D. 1935. Fort Orange Press: Albany, New York. reprinted 1969 Burrer, Carleton Sperry. "An Historical Sketch of 'Jakie' Burrer, The Old Mill, and Electricity in the Community" from Sunbury's Part in Ohio History. by Esther McCormick. George C. Lindsey, Jr.: Sunbury, Ohio. 1966. Burrer, Carleton Sperry. "The Burrer Family" from The People Book. compiled by Ruth Domigan Truxall and Esther McCormick. Dorothy D. Burrer: Sunbury, Ohio. 1977. Burrer, Dorothy. "Samuel Shriver Gammill" from The People Book. complied by Ruth Domigan Truxall and Esther McCormick. Dorothy D. Burrer: Sunbury, Ohio. 1977. Chambers, T.F. The Early Germans of New Jersey, Their History, churches, and Genealogists. Baltimore, MD: Genealogical Pub. Co. Swackhamer, pages 517-519. McNie, Alan, Clan Maclean. Cascade Publishing Company, Jedburgh, Scotland: 1983. From Then Till Now, 1867-1967. Sparrow Lodge No. 400. The Sunbury News: Sunbury, Ohio. 1967. Gemmill, Ted L. The Origin of the Name Gemmill and the Genealogical Progenitors of Scotland and York County, PA. Red Lion: York County, Pennsylvania. 1995. Hopkins, A.S. The Trails to March. Conservation Department State of New York, Albany. 1927. sperry Family. Compiled by Daisy Sperry Burrer, Edith Bell Stickney, Eugene Ball and Isabelle Forry The Palatines of New York State. The Palatine Society of the United Evangelical Lutheran Church of New York and New England, Inc. Baronet Litho Co., Inc.: Johnstown, New York. 1953. [Note: pages 240-265 comprise the index to Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 199) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/da2751a7b9da4c954044ce5245d5fd5c.jpg deb1aadd5711f0c964e761e4f016f6e0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 200] [corresponds to page 266 of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] [photo: Dilly Burrer writing at the bedroom window on Columbus Street] For months flashbacks of two families have been in my mind as Polly and I have tried to capture the highlights for you. If I said too much, I didn't mean to offend. If I've left it unsaid, I'm sorry. As Robert Frost said in his poem, "Reluctance" Out through the field and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world and descended, I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended. [photo: Polly Whitney Brehm Horn at the computer in her office at Community Library] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 200) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6977e20217a2586c1a2b6b88a6136314.jpg 833853336038db98d928d4288dd371ec Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 201] [corresponds to inside back cover of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 201) http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b1e5ec8fb061d7ae98003d8d3ea2ff0b.jpg a89ad69879ed7cd426098b3ce2b17a8d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource [page 202] [corresponds to back cover of Flashback: A Story of Two Families] Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families (p. 202) Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Family Histories Description An account of the resource This collection contains family histories that have been written by residents of the Big Walnut area. Items in this collection generally contain genealogical information about the families, personal anecdotes, and images of family members. Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Flashback: A Story of Two Families Description An account of the resource This book recounts the history of the Carleton S. Burrer and Dorothy Dillenbeck Burrer families as told to Polly Whitney Brehm Horn by Dillie Burrer, widow of Carleton Burrer. The book includes genealogical and biographical information for members of both the Burrer and Dillenbeck families in text and gray-scale images. Mr. and Mrs. Burrer were well known in the Sunbury community during their lifetimes. They were deeply involved in the organization of community events and celebrations of Sunbury's history. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Community Library, Sunbury, Ohio 1996 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Editor: Polly Horn Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1996 Type The nature or genre of the resource Still Image Text Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Book Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 31103200 Language A language of the resource English Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Author Dorothy Dillenbeck Subject The topic of the resource Dorothy Dillenbeck--Personal narratives (1907-2001) Gemmell family-- Genealogy Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury--History Payne family-- Genealogy Perry family--Genealogy Sperry family--Genealogy Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ http://66.213.124.233/files/original/94ef32397806490de1e0cae2a7963112.jpg 54e0a3d6ba9a432f0e6704dbc0a3aa00 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (1) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to cover of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land rover 1800's to 1900's By Bernard and Lola Dell Searles http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6c0b5ec5be2481bebc2cba80d743303b.jpg 6766d80d03f62da809a4bfbb16732f4c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (2) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to title page of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover 1800's to 1900's By Bernard and Lola Dell Searles Community Library Sunbury, Ohio 1995 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8e98312405c6920643393ca5693cdcd6.jpg 1a45b8709b7a85f5ed7ea38a6abc61e1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (3) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to Acknowledgement page of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Acknowledgement There are several people that have been instrumental in aiding me in the writing of my "epistle'. First of all, I thank Bob Green for his book To Our Children's Children. Without Green's direction through the questions in his book, my memories would never have been written for the future family generations. Those questions were like a spring board for my project. Second, I than my husband, Bernard, for his patience with me while relating his experience growing up and especially while reliving his army trama and travels. Third, I am deeply grateful to Polly Horn and Marian Whitney of the community Library for their direction and actual printing of the memoirs. Last, but not least, my thanks goes to grandson, Jay Wampler, for making the family tree on his computer and for drawing the cover, "From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover." My deepest gratitude to all of you! Lola Dell (Lolly ) Searles http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9df5eb848f37a37751065b8b9284a5df.jpg d28a62a7fd67c2964e099d3810224da6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (4) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 1, Table of Contents, From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover TABLE OF CONTENTS Chapter I - Lolly . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 Story of Jennings Family and Lolly from Birth to 5 years. Chapter I I - Bernard . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 15 Story of Bernard from birth to 6 yrs. and his family story. Chapter III - Elementary School - BJ - Lola . . . . . 22 A comparison and contrast of our elementary years. Chapter IV - Holidays and Celebrations . . . . . . . 25 Special holidays as they were celebrated in our separate families and our own family. Chapter V - High School . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 30 Both of our experiences as we attended and graduated from Sunbury High School. Chapter VI - The Interval . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 35 Lola's experience during college and teaching during the war years. Chapter VII - An all Expense Tour . . . . . . . . . . . . 44 BJ's army experiences 1942-1945 Chapter VIII - Marriage . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 54 Our experience of almost 50 years of marriage. Chapter IX - This and That . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 83 Individual stories too important to omit .1. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ef032a937d93c6cab91a57f87ee92a24.jpg c11bb4cc9a40c9e9d9848859880e1527 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (5) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 2 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover FORWARD This "epistle" is written for pure enjoyment, using simple and easy to understand words and sentences. It is not to be rated, criticized, nor used for solving arguments. Bernard and I have shared our experiences, good, and bad, with you. We hope they bring more smiles than tears, but remember we were never promised a rose garden without thorns. Throughout the story Bernard or B.J. and Lolly or Jen are synonymous, so we have interchanged them often. Lolly's story is told in first person; B.J.'s is in third person as he related it. During our married years "I" and "he" became "we" and "us." We also added a "This and That" chapter of happenings that we forgot as we wrote the manuscript. The last 49 years of married life have been full of love, loyalty to each other and family, and a laboratory of laughter and mistakes. Now as we come to the winter years of life, Barnard says, "The old pioneer is heading for the frontier that is no longer there." Jen is in his shadow. .2. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6e1cc397fb39bd17e39e9c17324fbe85.jpg 10bb2ddf924030aa77ed5ef8bcc20057 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (6) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 3 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover LOLLY Second Sunday, October 10, 1915, a little greenish blue eyed girl was born to Bessie Farris Jennings and Daniel Oscar Jennings - little Lois Dell, a Libra. I have been told that I was a fussy baby, but I really don't believe that myth. My mother died in February 1918 during the flu epidemic of WWI. A week before I was five years old, Dad married Millie Leach - the best step- mother that was ever created. Mother and Dad had two children, Raymond Leach (Ray) and Mary Elizabeth (Lib). We never used the word "half." We were brothers and sisters. I always said that I was there first, so they didn't know I was a "half." What a lucky girl I was to have grandparents living very close to our family. My birth mother's parents, Anna Culver Farris and Daniel Farris lived about an 1/8 of a mile from us. Since both my dad and grandfather were named Dan, people called them "Dan and "Old Dan." As a result I called them "Dad and O'dad." From then on, Grandpa became "O'dad" to everyone. My step grandmother, Sophia Leach, lived in Canal Winchester, and that was a day's trip, so I didn't see her too often. Her husband was dead when Mother and Dad were married, thus I never knew him. Grandad Jennings's father John was married to an Indian. Notice the high cheek bones in some of our relatives. Grandad (Jerry) had two brothers, Dan who went west on the Gold Rush of '49 and was never heard from again, and Oscar who lived on the Knox -Delaware County Line Road. Uncle Oscar had a music box with big copper disks. As a child I loved that music box, but it was sold at an auction .3. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a416f919cda6ee0f6f39af73940c66fd.jpg d49204000264759b99abf65a77f57fbe Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (7) Description An account of the resource From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover to Oatfield Whitney, Sr. I hope someone in the Whitney family still has it. Dad was named after these two uncles. Grandad married Mary Elizabeth Williamson and had four children - John, deceased at age seventeen, Dad, Netta (Kirkpatrick) and Eve (Stockwell). I had many aunts and uncles from three families. My birth mother's sisters and brothers were close to our family as were Dad's siblings. The Farris family was Mae, a maiden lady who lived with Grandma, my namesake, Lola Dell who died in her youth of scarlet fever, Wello and George. Uncle George lived in Philadelphia, and when he visited everyone was ecstatic. Mother's Leach family was quite large. Ray who was killed in WWI, Emerson who served in the Rainbow Division of WWI, Harold, Tom, Mary, Nan, Alice and of course Mother. It was a true excursion when we visited Uncle Harold family as they lived in Dayton. Grandma Farris's brothers and sisters, Jay Culver, Belle Gorsuch, Bertha Headington and Erne Culver, were very close to our family too and were always included in family dinners - especially at Christmas. Uncle Jay helped Dad with the farming, gardening, butchering, etc, but his love was fishing. He caught fish were no one else could. I have the application for his 1913 fishing license which I'll give to grandson Jay someday. Uncle Jay's favorite saying was "By Jolly." He prefaced almost any statement with "By Jolly." There is quite a story about Aunt Bertha and Uncle Erne that embarrassed the family through the years. Aunt Bertha's first husband Howard Trimmer, .4. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3cf6734f53546cc92aa53b7743fab6d5.jpg ec5be6a72f198da658ee3f027734302e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (8) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 5 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover ran off with Uncle Erne's first wife Lucille. That wasn't done in those days! Grandma always said "To boot, Howard took the best horse and the fancy buggy leaving Aunt Bertha with a nag and a clunker." By the time I was old enough to remember, Aunt Bertha had married Fred Headington and Uncle Erne had Blanche as his mate. My grandfathers were both characters. O'dad Farris was a painter and plasterer. He always had a big garden, but on a painting job he fell from a ladder and had to let Grandma take over the garden. He loved baseball! Every fall he and mother would listen to the World Series on the radio. O'dad's brother was Hi Farris who was Ethel Wilcox's grandfather and Mardell Shultz and Bonnie Higgins' great grandfather. Grandad Jennings was a widower and in his 70's when I was a child. He lived with us the last twenty years of his life and died at age 93 when I was a freshman in college. In his youth he was a Pony Express Rider. We kids were told big stories about his experiences, but when we researched we found he had ridden between Columbus and Newark. At our house, he drove a horse and buggy, picked berries, hunted yellow root, ginseng, etc., and sold them to our local drug store. He had no teeth but could eat anything he liked. He'd say "I better eat it, or it'll spile." He chewed tobacco constantly, but in the house he never spit. (Mother would have exploded!) During the summer he sat outdoors under a shade tree and spit a good long spittle. One summer he was sitting under the maple tree when a load of gypsies in a big black car stopped. One woman tried to touch Grandpa's pocket watch, he grabbed his cane and said, "You .5. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/40cfe3a76763ca7e0a0162caf0fa2a34.jpg 19a5e5a6a62f00698a2048432d17b866 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (9) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 6 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover x+x+x-bitch, back off or I'll knock your head off." She must have believed him as she went back to the car and they left. Two grandparents so different, but we loved them both. I had a cousin, Honor Farris (McClenathan), who as a child came to stay every summer with Grandma. She and I played house in O'dad's corncrib. Our house was special with spool telephones and an outside sun oven where we baked our mud pies and cakes and decorated them constantly with weed seeds. I'd go stay with her in Edison later, but no mud pies. Dad's sister, Aunt Eva, lived in Berkshire. I went to stay with her for a week but got so homesick Dad had to come get me after 3 days. Dad's sister Nettie Jennings Kirkpatrick had a large family. Russell, her oldest died quite young. Her sons Don and Gerald were near my age, Cecil was Ray's age, and Doris was Lib's age. We had lots of fun with that family, but we lost track of the younger ones, Dorothy and Leah, after Aunt Nettie's death from meningitis after having her teeth pulled. Aunt Eva had one son, Lawrence, who was so much older than we were, we thought of him as uncle. Her husband, John Stockwell, had been killed when his steam engine went off the old Alum Creek bridge on Rt. 37 years before. We really had no family reunions - but we always celebrated Christmas with the Farris family. What fun we had. In the summer we had Jennings family picnics and in the fall - Leach Family picnics. The Kirkpatricks and Jenningses made a big group! Our family were all Presbyterians and faithfully attended church. Dad was a trustee and .6. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/28768be563a24ac473f57acfaa96d672.jpg 743a268c0a1916ea75e99642ce8b47bd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (10) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 7 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover later an elder. He always said the preacher couldn't flush the toilet unless he called Dad. We kids rode to Sunday School with Grace, Edgar and Clara Condit. When I was a child, I rode with them in a surrey with the fringe on top. One of the important events of my youth in church was Children's Day. We didn't have Daily Vacation Bible School, but we spent many days practicing for our Children's Day Program. We always had new dresses then rather than at Easter. The finale of the program was a "Drill" that Miss Carrie Wilson taught us. I can hear her yet "1-2-3 turn" etc. She was strict. Even I didn't giggle. Our family never took vacations when I was a child. My Dad was a farmer and always had cows to milk night and morning every day! Once in a while, he'd get a neighbor to do chores, and we'd visit a step uncle, aunt or grandma. One thing we did every year was our State Fair trip. We left after the morning chores, took a picnic lunch, left it at the Dispatch building for safe keeping and went on our way to see all the sights of the fair. After we had eaten our fried chicken picnic supper, we trekked to the Grandstand for a great program and the big finale of fireworks. What a great time we had, and the ride home was so peaceful for our parents, as the kids were asleep. An important person in my childhood was my Grandma - how I loved her! When we had housekeepers after mother's death, I spent many days and nights at Grandma's. In the summer we ate in a summer kitchen with a four burner kerosene stove. There were no screens on the windows or door, but Grandma had a big fan she used to keep the flies away. I loved it! However, after Mother .7. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/74ca58cdb99e790c9b305a14c960da89.jpg 06544d62be50c80b42cf32293b5aec27 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (11) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 8 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover came into the family, she didn't approve, but she always let me go to Grandma's. Grandma in her sunbonnet, Aunt Mae in an old straw hat, and I picked blackberries together in the woods which happens to be on our farm now. Grandma could jump a fence like a deer. Grandma and I fished together at the same place Uncle Jay caught big bass, but we caught sunfish and bluegills - lots of them. She would fillet every one of those fish and we'd have a feast! Grandma always helped with the butchering at our house. She let me clean the hog intestines (tripe) and help stuff them for sausage links. When Dad threshed the wheat, Grandma would bring her straw tick down to fill it with fresh clean straw; then she and I hauled it on my little red wagon up the road to her house - giggling all the way! I know now that Dad was the boss of the family - but a loving one. He handled all the finances and was always telling, "We missed the sheriff's sale this time." He shaved with a straight razor and honed it on a big razor strap (actually 2 fastened at one end). I can't ever remember his ever hitting us with it. All he had to do was crack it together! He did "skutch" me (as he called it ) once with a corn stalk all the way home from our neighbors for running away. That corn stalk hurt nothing but my pride, especially when the folks from the Condit Store came out on the porch to watch Dan "skutch" that kid. Mother never worked outside the home, but worked constantly at home. She was an outstanding cook and baker. Too she mended everything we had! I know now what an effort that was as she hated to sew and actually didn't know how, but she could .8. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7b6292f7e937aa512b6bae7d0041144e.jpg 90abe37c0e5929173427ddb04e59cca4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (12) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 9 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover darn socks and patch overalls. Mother had one method for her own money. The egg money was hers for groceries, but her big money maker was raising ducks every year for her Christmas money. I remember one July I came downstairs as a youngster seeing Mother pitting cherries with tears running down her face and dripping into the pan of cherries. A mink had been in the duck pen and killed every duck by biting it through the throat. There went her Christmas money! Our family always ate meals together. Dad set at the end of the table, Mother on one side and Grandad opposite her. The youngest always sat on the right of Dad between him and Mother, the next older sat on Dad's left. I sat at the end opposite him. Ray thought he was big stuff when he moved to Dad's left. Grandma Farris was the seamstress in our family. She made almost all my clothes - many of them from Elizabeth Ketcham's hand-me-downs. Ironically she was the daughter of the family who owned our present home. Grandma always had trouble keeping me quiet as she tried on my cloths. She'd say. "let it go - it'll never be seen on a galloping horse anyway." Mother wanted me to learn to sew and had me join 4-H. Grandma and I got A's easily. When Lib was four, I made her a dress in 4_H. Grandma had me rip out the tucks on the shoulder so much she had to patch it, but we got an A. Lib became the seamstress in the family. She tailors shirts, suits and makes beautiful dresses. Too she is an outstanding quilter and teaches a class in our church. The Great Depression affected everyone, but some how we kept our farm payments paid and always .9. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5b4266b5a14f42fbd8326b4cdc0b6294.jpg 09c95ce5ad0b5c1a0cf79503b5438b6c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (13) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 10 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover had food, vegetables and meat as we raised them. Hog butchering day was a fun time, but lots of work! Uncle Jay and Dad built a fire and put a big iron kettle of water over it to get it boiling hot. After the hog was shot, they poured the boiling water in a barrel to scald the hog. To do this they slowly dipped the hog in the barrel scraping it across the rim to loosen the hair, repeating several times until the hair could easily be scraped off the skin. Then they raised the hog with a block and tackle and gutted it. They tried to choose a sunny but cold day so the hog would "cool out" fast. However the process took an entire day. The next step was to cut it up into hams, shoulders, side meat, back bones, ribs and tenderloin. Plus all the fat was saved and the next day Dad and Uncle Jay rendered lard from the fat in that same big iron kettle. Lard was our shortening in those days. From this rendering came pork rinds or "cracklings" - Oh so good! Dad cured the hams, shoulders and some side meat and stored it in the cellar. Some of the meat was brought into the house to the women who ground it into sausage. Grandma and Aunt Mae came to help Mother - maybe several days. One of the duties of the women was to clean the tapes (intestines) and soak them in salt water for stuffed sausage. We had a sausage press which pushed the ground sausage through a tube to which the tape was fastened - presto sausage links! Grandma and I had that job, but we made it fun and giggled through the process. Some of the sausage was made into patties which Mother "fried down" and canned, covering it with grease to preserve it. Too, she "cold packed' the tenderloin. This was .10. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/087909b32683719c6e140ff2325b158d.jpg de86ca4bfc5ff0a9dca795e6a667e23a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (14) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 11 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover the method of putting the tenderloin in cans then putting then in a water bath in a wash boiler and boiling for three hours. Delicious! When we butchered a beef, the front quarters were cold packed, but the hind quarters were kept in a cold room where Dad cut roasts, steaks, etc. as we needed them. During the Depression we used feed sacks for everything. Mother boiled the plain sacks until they were pure white as snow and Grandma made sheets, pillow cases, and towels from them. The printed sacks she made into aprons, and Lib and I even had dresses from them. We didn't feel under privileged as everyone we knew was doing the same thing. We were always a happy family although we worked hard but we enjoyed it and always had the necessities of life. Dad and Mother belonged to a community club that played "Rook" and to the Guild of the church, a social group for families. Dad was a member of the Masonic Lodge in Sunbury, but Mother never joined Eastern Star. Mother belonged to the "Larkin Club," a group of community women who had social meetings, ordered from a book almost anything they wanted and somehow received prizes for certain orders. Mother did her mending at the meetings: Mother mended something constantly. No one in our family caused trouble. Ray had a temper but Dad controlled that early on. Ray teased Lib a lot - but Mother didn't understand. As a child Lib loved to color pictures with crayons, and she was very particular about staying in the lines, etc. Ray would take a pencil and hit her crayon just enough to send it out of the lines. Lib would cry and say, "Ray's mean to me." Mother .11. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/38647aa743e4e0f4be9c7076c551ba2f.jpg 12c39220f90679afa61072bc2cc7b5e5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (15) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 12 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover immediately called from another part of the room, "Raymond, don't touch Elizabeth. "Ray did not tell a lie, he'd say, "I didn't touch her!" He didn't but his pencil was surely knocking that crayon around ruining her pretty picture. Dad worked hard, but always took an hour at noon to rest and smoke his pipe. We had one chair in the house that was Dad's. Whoever was sitting in it was up immediately when Dad entered the room. He'd say "Sit still," but believe, no one did. His theory was - 'It doesn't pay to sit around worrying. If you can do something about a problem, get busy and do it! If it's beyond your control, let it be!' Also he believed a person had to take a stand on his beliefs, but never be disrespectful in doing it and be able to take criticism. He always said, "You never find rocks under a green sour apple tree." Aunt Mae just didn't understand Dad's theory about worry and said, "no one down there ever worries, so I have to do it. Someone has to take care of them and do a little worrying." We always had pets growing up. Our old dog "Watch" lived to be very old. Our cats were barn cats. I can remember Dad squirting milk, and the cats sitting there by the cows catching it in their mouths while he was milking. I was born in a big square white house which still stands on Rt. 61 just north of and on the same side of the road as the Nazarene church, but we moved a year later to our family home old 3C, the first house east of the junction of old 3C and Condit Road. It too was a large two story white house with three porches, a summer kitchen and an attic. After my mother died, Dad sold the place, all the animals, etc., and we lived with my Uncle .12. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1e5ff4872b3f14d74c444e29cdf7afb4.jpg 9a4e3ecfd1d76cc9ed1dc420eb987777 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (16) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 13 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover George in Columbus. I'm not sure of the story, but in 3 months Dad had bought back everything, and we moved home. When I was teaching in Miamisburg in 1942, a group of us went to a fortune teller who told me the above story which I had never heard. When I asked Dad he said, "Yes that happened, but I never told. you. You were too small." Scary, huh? I can never remember having our back door locked. In fact - we didn't have a key. After the 3-C was built, our front doors were kept locked, but no one ever used them. Everyone followed the stone walk to our back door. Until after I graduated from college, our kitchen and dining room were combined in one room with a walk in pantry off it. As a child I do not remember an ice box. We would hang our food down in the cistern in a bucket to keep it cool. Too, our "cellar" was cool, and we kept some foods plus all our home canned goods down there. That cellar had 12 inch square black walnut beams in it. We had a "Watkins Man," Dave Allison, who came by to sell us vanilla, spices, and liniment. "Nan, he was your friend, Joyce Edwards' grandfather." He seemed to manage to arrive at our house about noon and ate many meals with us. Another huckster who dealt with us was a man named Hogue who sold fresh fish. Mother always bought or traded eggs with him for fresh pickerel. I think they are called walleyes now. Mother saved her egg money and on Saturday nights we went to town to buy our groceries. Until I went to high school, we shopped at MacGuire's grocery, and Miller and Tuttle Department Store in Centerburg. After I started high school in Sunbury, our family traded at Kroger's and Root's Department .13. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/703baa4327b9aa963472a123f4ad0723.jpg 9131d89b3bca979cecb8c0e496c36a8f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (17) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 14 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Store in Sunbury. The eggs that we didn't sell along the road, we'd trade to Kroger's for groceries. Saturday night was a big night as I could meet friends and walk around the square while Dad and Mother shopped. I'm sure I walked a hundred miles during those years. Eddie Haller had a popcorn machine and sold popcorn on the street. Somehow he liked me and would give me a couple sacks every Saturday night to munch on as we walked. We lived on a farm in Condit on the 3-C Highway. In fact Dad helped build the road in 1922. Of course that road is now called old 3-C as we have a new Rt. 3. Dad used his horses and a bit slip shovel to move dirt for the road bed. Mother hated it as everything was covered with dust the entire summer and Ray was a baby. Turnbulls, who had two daughters Emogene (my age) and Marjorie June (Lib's age), lived on the corner of Rt. 3 and Condit Road. Francis Ryan, Ray's friend, lived close by, too. In summer we played croquet - never took the set down except to mow. We girls swam in the creek down by Turnbull's bridge. Emogene saved Lib's life there. We held on to a board to swim in deep water. When Lib fell off, I just screamed, but Emogene pulled her out as she was going down the third time. Eloise Tucker was another childhood friend with whom I played. One day she sat in a cow pie (by mistake). I used Mother's spatula to try to scrape it off, but couldn't. We took her clothes to her house and put them in the washer with cold water. Needless to say we were in BIG TROUBLE! An event I'll never forget was the Klu Klux Klan renting a pasture field from Dad and burning a .14. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2ca11c45bb2096132df70417164a6b44.jpg b898ad94d59cec75aa0be7c651b476de Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (18) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 15 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover big cross. There were hundreds of people there. Only a few wore Klan outfits, but it was the biggest celebration of the time. Why Dad let them do it I do not know. Our corner grocery was across from Turnbull's house. We ran a running bill which Dad paid every week. Charley and Lucy McElwee (Mr. and Mrs. to us) owned the store and always gave us candy. Once when Ray wanted something and Mother said we didn't have the money, he said "Go to McElwee's. We don't have to pay for it there." We lived so close to Grandma and O'dad Farris that I was at their house as much as at home. O'dad died in 1933, just before I started college, Grandma in 1940. when Grandma died, my Uncle Wello gave me a black ugly stand which I didn't want, but Mother made me take it. Many years later when I married, she gave me the stand. Again, I didn't want it, but Bernard said, "We'll take it," and now it is one of my most prized possessions. Bernard took the black paint layer off with a toothbrush. It has birds eye maple insets which couldn't even be noticed when it was that awful black. Also I have 6 handmade chairs that were my great grandmother Culver's. My grandma always wanted them, but one of her sisters, Belle Gorsuch, had them. She willed them to another sister, Bertha Headington, who later willed them to me. Poor Grandma was gone, but I have the chairs. .15. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/39ddba9397f327cfbd232bf40a33f2db.jpg 39c28d63450fafe94990d83c2670877b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (19) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 16 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover BERNARD Five Searles brothers come to New Jersey and each went to a different state. Frank Peter (Bernard's great grandfather) came to Paulding County then to Croton and next to Delaware County in 1826. November 18, 1914, Bernard Jay Searles was born to Minnie E. Mead Searles and Jay M. Searles (Peter's grandson). He joined his brother Arlo and sisters Lillian and Mildred. Bernard's grandparents all lived close to him. His grandfather Theodore Peter Searles and grandmother Helen Searles lived just a half mile down the road from him, so he could always get Grandma's cooking including her cookies that she kept in her special cookie jar. Grandpa kept dried beef (which Bernard loved) hanging behind the stove, but Bernard never learned Grandpa's method of drying meat. Grandpa Searles was in the Civil War in Co. H 121st Infantry of the Ohio Volunteer Infantry. He never wanted to talk about his experiences in the war but he said to Bernard, "Son, someday you'll be in one." Bernard was in WWII. Bernard used to sit on a block of wood beside his grandpa to listen to many stories after he had helped with chores - shelling corn for the Plymouth Rock chickens, sawing wood with a cross cut saw, and gardening by learning to plant by the signs of the moon. Grandpa also taught Bernard weather signs - mare's tails, mackerel skies, rings around the moon, and rainbows. For some reason neither ever found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Some of Grandpa's sayings that Bernard remembers are: "Take anything that anyone gives .16. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f646667a05ead2a54a2b5f10cfdf523c.jpg 74cf8a949a5e8f1267bcab5d4d71c924 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (20) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 17 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover you, even if you throw it away on the way home" and it's a damned poor ride that doesn't beat a walk." Every fall these two buddies gathered walnuts and hickory nuts for Grandma's goodies. The Mead grandparents, Bailey T. Mead and Eva Orcutt Mead lived in Sunbury on Columbus Street. He was a painter and paper hanger. However, Bernard didn't enjoy the profession. He worked for two weeks for this grandpa and never received even a "thank you," so he quit! Dad Searles' sister, Ora Searles De Haven and daughter Helen of Cleveland visited the Searles' farm for several weeks each summer. During that time other aunts and uncles including Mrs. Searles' sister, Pearl, and husband Walter Engel came for a big picnic. The Searles family all attended and were members of the Methodist Church in Berkshire. The kids walked to Sunday School every Sunday to earn the special attendance pin. Berkshire also had Children's Day celebration for which they practiced and again the Searles kids walked in the hot sun to practice. This was not Bernard's favorite event! Bernard realizes now that his father handled the money in the family. Times were rough, especially during the depression. He also ruled the family with a kind hand. There was a big cherry tree in their back yard, and when Bernard was big enough to pick cherries, he had to use a ladder because the first cherry was 30 feet above the ground. He was sure this was caused by dad pulling sprouts off to switch him for "little" mistakes, so when he picked that first cherry he ate it! You see his dad had killed a peach tree from pulling sprouts. What does this tell you .17. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6b75e2c194d26f14aa15d12aedbabef9.jpg 88eab8f350e5f413cdc71dafb30e522a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (21) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 18 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover about young Bernard? There must have been many "little" mistakes! Since Bernard was the baby of the family, he was bossed by everyone, or so he felt. Older brother Arlo caused BJ trouble until he was big enough to get control of the situation. One escapade that Bernard remembers is the horse purchase. Mr. Searles bought a horse at a sale about 15 miles from their home. Early the next morning Bernard was supposed to lead the horse home, but after several miles he was so tired that he stopped the horse by a culvert and crawled on to ride. Everything was going well until Dad Searles arrived with a sandwich for Bernard's lunch. Mr. Searles was not a happy man! He made BJ get off "skutched" him, and said "I don't want you to ride this horse, lead it!" Again poor Bernard wore out and started to ride. In fact, he rode that horse up to the barn door. Mr. Searles said nothing. Do you think he realized at that moment that Bernard had a mind of his own? The family dogs, Old Fannie and Old Shep, were like family members. Do you think they were called "old" as pups, or was that word added in honor of their age? Once a bull put Mr. Searles up a tree until Old Fannie heard him calling, "Fannie Fannie." She came running, took the bull by the tail and chased him across the field so Dad Searles could get down and out of the field. All the family credit Old Fannie for saving Mr. Searles' life. BJ's mother was a good seamstress, sewing not only for her family, but for many people in the community. She also did beautiful needlework which her daughter Lillian learned well from her. Everyone in the family has a doily or scarf as a .18. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6b1fdf359b1f4598e44fa770ba3bffa7.jpg 53c6915bc52a089c96a713898f6ea9b8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (22) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 19 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover keepsake. Also Mother Searles controlled her part in the family. They always had their meals together, and when she rang her dinner bell, everyone headed for the house with no questions asked. Anyone who didn't come when the bell rang. didn't eat! She fixed a meal one time and one time only! Also each person had a special place at the table. Bernard sat between his mother and dad. BJ is sure that his parents were happy although they had to work very hard and be very frugal. They belonged to community clubs and enjoyed those social times. Dad Searles belonged to the Masonic Lodge and both belonged to the order of the Eastern Star, serving as Worthy Matron and Worthy Patron, and in later years Dad Searles served as Worthy Patron for his daughter Lillian. Bernard remembers his dad believed hard work was good for a person and always said that a man with a gun and/or a fishing pole would never amount to a damn. Peculiar, as Bernard loved to hunt and trap and was an avid fisherman, and surely was not a failure! The Searles home on south Galena road about one half mile south of Berkshire was a big brick house with four bedrooms upstairs and a living room, parlor, kitchen and dining room on the first floor. Everyday meals were eaten in the kitchen, but Sunday, company and thresher meals were always in the dining room. They had a solid oak table that would extend to seat fourteen people. Nan and Keith have that table as their dining room table. now. The Searles' had a piano in their parlor which Bob Searles has now. It is a beautiful piece of furniture. Both BJ's mother and Lillian played the .19. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/15a323d23b3c2308d0c3d9dcafd53882.jpg c55f1bdc5b8ef372d65a1dfdcbe5b33a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (23) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 20 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover piano, and Bernard took lessons, but he hated every minute as he couldn't understand his teacher who had no palate. She was the daughter of Frank B. Willis who was running for president but had a fatal heart attack on the stage at Ohio Wesleyan while giving a campaign speech. There were five fireplaces in the house, but they were all blocked off as they were not heat effective. However, they made good places to hang Christmas stockings. The Searles' front doors were always locked as the house was so large that no one could hear the front door opening . They kept their food in a well as my family did until BJ was a freshman in high school. Then they had an ice box and the ice man, Wello Crowl, delivered ice once a week. Of course living in the country, they had their mail delivered by John Domigan in a horse driven buggy. However there was not so much junk mail as today. Dave Allison sold them Watkins goods too, but BJ doesn't remember having him stay for lunch. Bernard's family traded eggs for groceries at the Red and White Store on the corner of the east side of the square. The Searles family farmed, milked cows, and raised turkeys. Bernard says that his mother raised Turkeys and he chased them. He had many chores even as a young boy both morning and evening with the light of a kerosene lantern. On chilly mornings when he went after the cows barefooted, he'd run from cow to cow and stand, where it had been lying to warm his feet. An old gentleman, Emery Young, gave Bernard an old ewe, and from that old ewe he had a flock of 33 sheep which he sold when he left the farm to work .20. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/10d0381072e54815c9098000a6996b66.jpg 7e48e7a272c57a5e0c3bb7066675047c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (24) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 21 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover at Sears after graduating from high school. As a young boy BJ mowed with a real type mower, the big yard which surrounded their house. He mowed not only his yard but also his grandfather's and a neighbor's (Roland Neilson) who gave him $.50 for mowing a BIG yard. Two events of Bernard's youth impressed him all through the years. First is the reading session his mother had every time the Ohio Farmer arrived. Zane Gray had a continuing story about Indians and settlers in the magazine. Mrs. Searles read the story by kerosene lamp to the entire family, and everyone looked forward to the arrival of the magazine. The second is seeing the burning of the effigy of Kaiser Wilhelm of Germany in the Sunbury square after the end of WWI. Sitting on his father's shoulders he could see and hear the entire celebration. Two of Sunbury's businessmen, Herb Irwin and Chan Root, were standing on either side of Mr. Searles. They each patted Bernard on the shoulder and said, "You'll never forget this as long as you live," and he hasn't. As a small child Bernard like to run away and see his neighbors, as I did. The neighbor always called his mother, and someone would go after him. His mother stopped that by tying him to the clothesline! Although there was a group of boys who played together, Carl Hough and Alton Wigton were his best buddies. They swam in the creek and slid on the ice in the winter. These activities were only when there wasn't farm work to be done. .21. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/187b2b3777924c0989024d46ec2500f4.jpg af66abd522665dab2fa90d5556a651e6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 22 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover ELEMENTARY SCHOOL - BJ AND LOLA Bernard went to Berkshire Elementary School which still stands on Rt. 37 across from the present Bent Tree Golf Course. His neighbor Paul Curtis Williams started in first grade with him and graduated with him 12 years later. Kindergarten was not heard of in those days. When a child was ready for school he went. Of course Bernard walked to school with the other neighborhood kids for the first four years. The school was consolidated with Sunbury just before his fifth year, and he rode the bus from then on with his dad as driver. Since there was no cafeteria, Bernard carried his lunch, and he says he lived on cheese and bologna sandwiches. I guess Condit wasn't as advanced as Berkshire as I went all eight grades to country school about 1/2 mile from my childhood home. In fact it was next door to our present home at 4568 North State Route 3, and the kids carried water from this house to the school for our big common water jar with its dipper. Condit was proud of that one room brick schoolhouse with the big round stove in the center which the teacher fired. In my eight years, we had five different teachers who not only taught but acted as janitor too. A coal shed and two outhouses completed the school "campus." Of course I walked to school too with a group of kids from down the road. We had no Phys-ed in those days and didn't need it. Although I started school in September and wasn't 5 until October, I made it! I was driving my Dad crazy so the teacher, Mabel Huffman, made a deal. She'd let me try, if it worked OK, if not I'd repeat the grade. Everything was easy and so much fun! As a result, I passed .22. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6ef37a133ea7b5d527ba10501c01b21d.jpg 6027d3594316800517e8d7d1a5ef47da Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (26) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 23 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover every year and graduated from high school at age 16. One of our games in elementary school was "ante-over" the shed. The bigger boys played it over the school house. Tag, Run Red Rover, Hide and Seek were good games too. In winter we slid down the hill in a field near the school house. I was very cold in the winter so Mother made me wear long underwear. When I got to school, I'd go to the "outhouse" and roll my underwear above my knees. Sometimes I'd forget to put them back down before I left school, so I'd have to fix them while sitting on the front porch before going into the house. As I look back on it, we had some strange people in our school. We had a bully in our school, Hezz Conner. One day as we were lined up to march into school at recess, Hezz set Violet Condit Lee's hair on fire. The last I heard of him he was in jail. We had 2 brothers (Forest and Jim Edwards) in school who really disliked even the idea of going to school. In the spring and fall during good weather, they'd jump out the window and go home. No one ever did anything about their escapades. One fall a boy, Willard Schoonover, ran away from school out into a corn field where he sat beside a big cornshock. A storm was brewing so the teacher took the entire school, all 15 of us, out to hunt him. When we found him, he picked up a big, big rock and holding it over his head said, "Don't come near me or I'll drop it!" The teacher made us all turn around and go back to the school. All the way back I kept thinking, I'd have said, "Go ahead!' and I'd have gone right up to him. .23. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/474ba0883de1ffd8a56c1636f367ff59.jpg 315e9718a1c2a2ce964f5253df908a60 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (27) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 24 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover I'm sure he was bluffing. Later during the storm Willard came in dripping wet to sit by the big stove to get dry. We always had programs at school which the community attended. One Christmas, Dad picked up all the neighbors in our big sled pulled by two horses to take them to the school program. The program was so long and the students had to stand on the stage the entire time. I had to go to the bathroom so bad, so I did! My long underwear was really absorbent, so nobody knew! BUT after that cold sled ride home, the long johns were frozen stiff when I took them off. Even Mother thought it was funny! .24. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/91cd24d06eb152e77b9390e97afe0368.jpg ad70ee4d8711952580cddcea4c08f02b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (28) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 25 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover HOLIDAYS AND CELEBRATIONS I can't remember birthdays when I was very young, but during my teenage years I always invited friends for a meal. Mother was an exceptionally good cook and loved making special dishes. One time 4 girls were birthday guests. They weighed themselves before dinner and after. Each of us gained either 4 or 5 pounds. As I grew older I always helped Mother celebrate all birthdays. Christmas was a great time at our house. We always had a real tree with popcorn strings, and beautiful glass balls, and real candles. Dad let us light the candles once on Christmas Eve, but he stood by with a bucket of water to douse it in case of fire. In 1934 Columbus and Southern Light Company came to the corner below our house, and Dad built his own electric line to our place. From then on we had electric Christmas lights. However, we always had a real tree. Mr. Searles and the boys cut their Christmas tree from their own woods, and Mrs. Searles and the girls decorated it. Bernard made paper chains and sewed popcorn strings but ate more than he strung. They had no lights or candles - too dangerous. With all their fireplaces there was plenty of room to hang their Christmas stockings. Each sock had an orange, some candy and a surprise. Even after Bernard and I were married until Nan was married we still had real trees. After her marriage in 1969, we bought an artificial tree for $13.95 on sale from Sears (their first). Now the same tree is $89.95, but we still have our same .25. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6ae96c2529968b371c68f9202e836f6e.jpg 55b0145733ea2e385cce556f1d190463 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (29) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 26 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover tree. However, last year, 1994, we did not put up a tree - we missed it! Every year Mother made pounds of homemade candy - chocolate drops, stuffed dates, divinity, chocolate and peanutbuttter fudge. She'd hide it from us until she was ready to use it, and we never did find her hiding place, but we tried! Too, she bought nuts in the shell - pecans, English walnuts and Brazil nuts. Oh, were they delicious! Bernard's mother made pounds of candy, too. H e especially remembers peanutbrittle and seafoam that melted in your mouth! Christmas morning, Mother and Zada Longshore raced to see who could call and wish the other "Christmas Greetings" first. Zada kept that tradition with me until her death. Our Christmas dinner was always at Grandma Farris's place with my birth mother's family as the Leach tribe (Mother's family) were too far away. I know now that Mother was really closer to my birth family than her own because of the distance. The Searles and Mead families always came to Bernard's parents for Christmas dinner and gift exchange in the afternoon. It's kind of ironic that all of us had big Plymouth Rock roosters roasted and stuffed with dressing. Neither family had turkey. Grandma's house was small, but the joy and love were big-big! After I began teaching, I bought enough gifts for Lib so that she could open one each day from the day I arrived until Christmas. She really enjoyed the times I had early dismissal for Christmas. The year Ray graduated from high school he .26. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b46332a1a6206d2f97c5f4bcd3f91d9c.jpg a98424f3b6f0284156352be35cece3d8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (30) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 27 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover wanted to give his senior picture to his girl friend. He was to take my car and pickup his picture in Delaware. We had a terrible ice storm, but Ray couldn't take "No" for an answer so we slid all the way to Delaware and back, but Ray got his pictures. Years later Bernard wouldn't take "no " for an answer either. Dad told me to call Bernard and tell him not to try to come out on the ice on the Christmas Eve of 1945. He came, he fell, he conquered! In spite of falling flat on his rear in our driveway, he brought my present, stayed a while and spent an hour getting back to Sunbury (4 miles). I was sure he had had an accident, but he made It! We never celebrated Halloween as a family, but when I was in high school, I'd stay overnight with my good friend Mildred Gelston Amstutz, and we'd get a group to go around Sunbury, ringing doorbells, throwing shelled corn on porches, and turning over chairs. We thought we were big stuff! The high school boys often went out in the country and tipped over "outhouses." In fact when I came back to teach in Sunbury and lived at home, some boys tipped over Dad's "two-holer." Of course it wasn't used any more, but Dad was angry! Bernard went Hallowe'ening with his buddies in Berkshire, but they were never destructive nor did they tip over "outhouses." There was no such thing as "trick or treat" during our youth. By the time Nan was a child, "trick or treating" and dressing in costume was the custom. Even in the country parents drove their children around the neighborhood. I always took Nan as Bernard was milking cows at that time. Later when she had Jay .27. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1bc1afef28cde7b1e39112a5f0e11b02.jpg a20a69ceab6012945a4ebb99e17e7c9a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (31) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 28 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover he enjoyed "trick or treating" too. After Nan was older the community children came to our house. The news traveled fast that Lolly had homemade popcorn balls. Kids took for themselves and their parents. Both Bernard's and my families had lots of Easter eggs. Our mothers colored the eggs and hid them in the yard. Also both mothers made their own chocolate covered candy eggs. - delicious! Since both families were church oriented they stressed the Christian beliefs of the Easter story. Fourth of July was a big day in our community. A huge celebration was held every year at the Charley Rinehart home on Centerburg Road. The Mt. Pleasant Church had a program, homemade ice cream, cake and pie and fireworks for a finale. Everyone from surrounding communities came, except Berkshire. Bernard had never heard of this big affair. His family always had their own celebration with firecrackers and homemade ice cream. One year at about age eight, I remember in particular; I was the center of attention. A couple days before, I had been wading in our creek and cut my foot very deep. I was determined to go to the Rinehart celebration, so Dad made me crutches out of croquet mallets. What a night but it was fun! By the way, I still have the scar from that cut! As a child I enjoyed this fireworks , then as a teenager I enjoyed meeting the gals and guys and having fun! When Nan was in high school, she was a life guard at our local pool with Polly Whitney Horn. Polly organized a synchronized swimming team which gave a program on July 4th weekend. Nan and Malinda both participated in this production which .28. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f0636a21aa9966f0384f437573eac56b.jpg 0ce367e88c11e9258b4bade5fa20a488 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (32) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 29 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover was outstanding. Several years later Sunbury had a Flea Market, food, program and fireworks at the high school. Our Sesqui and Bi-Centennial programs were very special. Bernard and I were co-chairmen with Bill and Margaret Fisher for the Bi- Centennial. However Dan and Eva Jane Williams helped much more than the Fishers. Mary Perfect had charge of the Flea Market. For the Sesqui Lucille Peregrine Campbell and I wrote and directed a play "Our Town - Sunbury" which surprised many people. The closing scene was of Nan portraying the Statue of Liberty with a big flag from FT. Hayes behind her - very inspirational! .29. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/74093c616f1f096b5af53606661c14c0.jpg 779e3c25773fbe2e585f296f84149558 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (33) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 30 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover HIGH SCHOOL Bernard and I both went to Sunbury High School (now an elementary school) on Harrison Street and graduated together in 1932. Our class rings cost $12.25. Mine was the smallest and Bernard's was the largest. I could put my ring inside his easily. There was no school bus in my area my freshman year, so I rode with Wendell Day. He took Pauline Lane Reuwee and Merrill Courter, too. Wendell played all sports, so we were always late getting home. One day Pauline, Mary Hayes and I decided to take a ride in Wendell's car although neither of us had ever actually driven a car. I shifted gears, Pauline steered, and Mary put on the brakes. For some reason we never got out of the school yard as one of the trees got in our way. It dented a fender - well crumpled it. Mr. Day made us pay for it or he said he'd tell our parents. I had to get that money from Dad, but I couldn't ask for a large amount, so I talked Mr. Day into paying on the installment plan and never mentioned "fender" at home. I bought so much paper, pens, pencils, etc., but they finally paid the bill. Mother was glad to see the big yellow bus the first day of school my sophomore year. Pearly Stockwell was our bus driver and was still driving the bus when Nan went to school. Bernard's dad drove his bus. Actually sometimes Bernard drove for his dad in emergencies. Bernard had a trap line which he ran night and morning during his high school years. He caught mink, muskrat, skunks, coon, and possum. After skinning and stretching the skins on shingles, he sold them to a fur buyer. He bought his own clothes and some "spending money" - fun money. .30. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e22091487898574b8a4023e4338d3df6.jpg 730422416f048b46c9199f76dcb2af42 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (34) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 31 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover My spending money came from my summer jobs. Our neighbor Charley Lane, paid me 2 cents per quart to pick strawberries for him. Money didn't add up very fast. Too, I dressed chickens for a couple of ladies for 25 cents a chicken. I was in the money! We had a class of 25 people who graduated. Our class was the first to wear caps and gowns. Bernard was so angry as he had worked in a stone quarry to get enough money for a new suit and had to cover it with an ugly gray gown. We had no Jr..-Sr. prom our junior year as one board member would not let us dance in the school building. We had a big party at Annabel Mundy's home, a big brick house in Berkshire which was later the Berkshire Nursing Home. We thought we were big stuff! We'd shown Henry Wilson, Sr. that he couldn't boss us! Since we had no Jr.-Sr. prom to finance, we had no Junior play, but we had a senior class play and I had the role of Patsy - the slowest hired maid in the world. That was surely not type casting, but I had so much fun doing the part. Bernard also had a part but his was a handsome young man. He didn't have to act! School was easy for me, but I was only salutatorian of our class. Mildred Gelston was .3 points ahead of me. We were best friends and I spent many "overnights" with her to go to ballgames, parties, etc. I loved school - enjoyed studying but also had lots of fun. My social life didn't include dating per-se as Dad thought I was too young, and I was! I was not a rebel, but I was mischievous- doing things like putting a tack on our principal, Homer Fisher's, chair, setting an alarm clock to .31. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4d65e0d8ae1cde4423ccdd8e0eaac45e.jpg 7cc7c43d493b573ecad7acb72d8fe2ae Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (35) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 32 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover ring in Glenard Buell's history class - but putting it in Lucille Cornell Bailey's desk. That time I got the giggles early and was sent out of class before the alarm rang. I missed all the fun! Bernard always said that I had good discipline when I taught because I had done everything in my high school years and knew what to expect. In the ninth grade, Bernard broke his right arm cranking a Model T Ford school bus. He had to use his left arm for a long time and tried to do his homework although it was unreadable. Teachers gave him good grades for his efforts - especially the algebra teacher, Miss Huston. Bernard was her pet! This same teacher caused me to have the nickname "Lolly." She insisted on calling me Lolla Dell. She'd say "Lolla Dell, go to the board." Of course the boys made it Lolly Dell, then "Lolly" which has stayed with me all these years. However, Bernard has always called me "Jen" from Jennings. Bernard says that he never liked school, but he was always there. He never skipped even one day. I skipped school 1/2 day my senior year. Junior Whitney, Bess Ross (later his wife) and Snooks Baker and I went to Alum Creek and skipped stones in the water. The ride was the most fun as Junior had an old Model T - no top, no floor boards, painted in wild colors. The gas was controlled on the steering wheel by a lever that was worked by hand. What a bunch of junk, but we had fun! Of course our superintendent, Mr. G. E. McFarland, caught us, and we had to make up our time after school. Luckily I was a helper on the Debate Team, so I had excuse to stay with Mildred Gelston. I know it seems strange now, but we didn't .32. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f08a9e3d8e7d7d3d3972439038a91a5a.jpg e9ad62f6db8ea5e10d50c846d73745af Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (36) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 33 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover have gym classes in high school. Our principal was our science teacher (all classes), and the superintendent taught the high school math except algebra and practical senior math. Miss Carey, our English teacher, had a maroon corduroy suit that she wore every day from October to May. The boys made fun of her all the time. Right then I vowed that if I ever became a teacher I'd have enough clothes to wear something different every day for a month, and I did! After Miss Carey left we had an outstanding English teacher, Angeline Stanforth, who inspired me to teach English. Bernard and I both were brown baggers with the most boring lunches, - peanut butter and dill pickle sandwiches for me, and peanut butter and cheese for BJ. As bad as it was, neither of us would carry a lunch bucket so we could have a variety. Most of my friends were town girls, but I had my country lunch group too. Truthfully, I guess the town girl group was a clique. Bernard's friends were the boys in the Ag class. Since he worked so hard, he never had time for sports. I had an extra year in high school as Dad thought I was too young to to go to college plus money was scarce. During that year I took typing and Spanish and acted as an aide to the teachers. Mr. Roland Neilson was the 8th grade teacher, but also the high school music teacher. Whenever he went to the high school music class, I was sent to the 8th grade class and actually taught some classes. The fall of '33 I enrolled at Otterbein College in Westervile. Bernard farmed with his dad for several years until he got a job at Sears. Later he drove truck for John Shultz and visited every state in the U.S. at that time. He worked .33. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bd059b4a91daaa8ced9ae35768aeccea.jpg 01beaa9378b7e50a7599703059c7073b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (37) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 34 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover for Shultz until he received his Greetings letter saying "Your friends and neighbors have selected you to to serve your country." He says he's still looking for those "friends and neighbors." From 1933 to 1945 our paths did not cross although we did correspond during the war. .34. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f4d7437370e3f2616a1ad29b1f5b7352.jpg 0ca031931a975d9dd034614ea3979c6e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (38) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 35 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover THE INTERVAL When I entered Otterbein, a friend of Mother's (Esther Moore) made arrangements for me to live in a dorm (Saum Hall) where the girls did their own cooking. Pauline Barton and I were roommates our freshman year, but she didn't like the cooking aspect and moved to another dorm. Ruth Morrison Johnson became my roommate the rest of my college years. We ate more burned toast and burned beans than I knew existed. My sophomore year was an experience I'll never forget. Second and third floors had a feud - only at nights! During the day we were friends, but oh, the nights! We really did some crazy things like cooked spaghetti in beds, mattresses carried to the storage room. and rubber bands around the middle of our clothes, for a few. Ruth and I cinched it when we took clothes to another dorm stuck them in closets at random. That ended the feud and almost ended us. When our antics became too noisy, Ma Ferguson, dorm matron, would pull the switch to darken the entire dorm except the bathroom lights which had to be lit. Many a night Ruth and I took our blankets and math books to study math in the bathtubs wrapped in our blankets. We just had to have our math for our tough Professor Glover who still graded on the curve in his math classes. The next year Ma Ferguson made me her assistant for which I received room and board, so I ate at Cochran Hall. Too I was moved with Ruth to a downstairs room. Ma said she had to bring the noise downstairs. One of the requirements at Otterbein was Chapel every day at 11:30 A.M. with 3 cuts allowed a semester. We were seated .35. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/362feb189eb87888be46a8eac5ff7f01.jpg 7f040fabf22b8c5e16dfeb969aa5532e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (39) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 36 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover alphabetically and roll was taken very easily and thoroughly. Otterbein was such a friendly school and small enough that every one knew everyone! As a result I was active in many organizations. There were no national social fraternities and sororities, but local. I joined Kappa Phi Omega (ΚΦΩ). We had a large pledge class and kept the actives busy. Of course they retaliated with stupid ideas like asking for hair from each of the professor's dogs, asking for a nickel's worth of ride on the Greyhound Bus then having to walk back to town. Our motto was and is "Sisters and friends until the end." Although there aren't many of us left, we're still sisters and friends. During my years at Otterbein, I was active in the Drama Department and a member of Cap and Dagger, honorary drama and speech organization. My favorite professor was Prof. John Smith, my speech teacher. He not only taught the principles of speaking; he also taught the principles of living. One of the plays I remember best was "She Stoops to Conquer" produced in the band shell in the park by the Alum Creek. I had a fun part in that play. I worked on the school paper "The Tan and Cardinal" for two years. Too, as a member of WAA (Women's Athletic Association), I played intra- mural sports; namely - basketball, volleyball, and cageball. My junior year I was chosen as one of the Winter princesses for basketball homecoming. As a senior, I was one of five chosen to be a part of "Who's Who in Colleges and Universities." This was indeed an honor. One of my best friends at Otterbein was Mary .36. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fc7fed432aa85f83856ba70ecaad0020.jpg 991dac3bc77103c18880d44e863dfd58 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (40) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 37 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Otsuki, a Japanese protege of an outstanding minister of the times in Columbus, Dr. Roy Burkhart. Mary taught me a great deal about caring, prejudice, and true friendship. When I wanted to bring her home, Dad wasn't sure, but he learned to love Mary as did everyone who met her. We had several foreign students at Otterbein who taught me many new ideas of different cultures and made me see the wrongs in our own culture. For instance, we had an African Prince who could not go to the local movie at Kaufman's theater, unless there was a white person on either side of him. If he ate at Williams Grill better known as Willies," the college hangout, he and his companions had to sit in a rear booth. Too "Willies" would not sell a bus ticket to black or oriental students. They had to buy them from the bus driver. During my junior year of college, we had problems at home. Mother had gall bladder surgery at Mt. Carmel hospital. Three days after her surgery, Lib ten years old, had an acute attack of appendicitis and had surgery at Mt. Carmel too. I stayed in the hospital with Lib overnight and visited Mother as I could. Dad said he paid for 1/2 of the new wing of the hospital that was built that year. There was no hospital insurance in those days. In the midst of all these happenings, I had several jobs to help with college expenses. I baby sat for professors' kids, ironed white shirts for a very "persnickety" lady, cleaned house for a lady who kept her table set for her dead son who had committed suicide, and worked as a waitress at Willie's for banquets and special parties. However, my social life didn't suffer. I attended .37. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/26dd7c226eac60379a99f7baccd6b232.jpg 35b5b04204b70fa51643d7d600ce175b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (41) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 38 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover most of the fraternity dances and parties but never had a serious boyfriend - just friends. During the summers a group of Otterbein students worked at Seaside Hospital at New Dorp, Staten Island, N. Y. Otterbein let us take exams early, and we traveled by bus to New York, then by ferry to Staten Island and then by a small train to New Dorp to this big charity children's hospital on the beach of the Atlantic Ocean (Seaside). Student nurses from a Catholic hospital in upstate New York took their pediatrics training there. The children brought there lived in the slums of New York and many had never seen green grass. They came on a Sunday, had tonsillectomies on Tuesday and left the following Saturday. Then there were two wards, an orthopedic and a cardiac ward, that stayed all summer. The experience in that hospital almost changed my career. When I returned to Otterbein my senior year, I worked for and received a scholarship for Western Reserve Nurses Training in Cleveland. My dad said, "I spent this money. You teach one year; then if you still want to be a nurse, we'll talk." So I started looking for a teaching job and found one at Miamisburg, Ohio. In those days (the dark ages) women could not teach if they were married, and my good friend Evelyn Nichols was planning to be married, so she gave me first chance at her job - even before she resigned. Another dear friend, Ella B. Smith, was teaching music there and put in a good word for me. After twenty attempts, I wrote a perfect letter of application and was given the job for a salary of $1035 per year teaching 8th grade arithmetic, English and penmanship. Had I known about the penmanship .38. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c098fe738bee2ab58541d4c061d413ae.jpg 7913cc46edeff7ed76bb58e9567424b3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (42) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 39 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover class, I wouldn't have had such a perfect letter. I was the first person in the class of '37 to have a job before graduation, thanks to my friends. Dad was an intelligent man. He knew I'd get involved besides getting in debt and would forget nursing. My days at Otterbein were very happy days, plus I received a good Liberal Arts education with a B. A. degree in Education, credited to teach the following subjects: English, Speech, Mathematics, French and Social Studies. Friendships made at Otterbein have been lasting through the years. For 7 years I taught at Miamisburg from 1937 - 1944. Four other teachers and I lived with a wonderful woman, Rose Murray, whom we all called "Mom." I paid $8.50 a week for room and board - cooking like my mother's. She treated us all like her daughters which we enjoyed. Her own daughter Helen lived with us until she married. Those Miamisburg days were good ones, and I still have visits from some students there. The summer after my first year of teaching I returned to Staten Island, but the next summer I started graduate school at Ohio State which I never completed after that term. During the summer of 1939, Mom Murrays's daughter, Helen, and ex-daughter-in-law, Lila Mae, and I went to the World's Fair in New York City. The next summer I spent a great deal of time helping care for Mother's sister, Alice, who was ill with terminal cancer. She was being cared for by Mother's other sister and husband, Nan and John Pierson, in Canal Winchester. I came home on weekends but spent the rest of the time with the Piersons. Their daughter, Evelyn, and I became very close and I later taught in Sunbury for her .39. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bbb10a5909df44672aeb3f074035a188.jpg 87e76536e5ea1f78f50306efdc25c2e2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (43) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 40 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover husband, Tommy Lang. In 1939 I bought a new Chevrolet Coupe from Wllliamson's in Sunbury for $939 financed through General Motors. Can you believe I was naive enough to let Dad and Ray convince me that Ray should put the first 1000 miles on my new car? I loved that car and still had it in 1946 when I married Bernard. Cars were not available after the war. A person had to put his name in sort of a lottery and hope he was lucky, as each dealer could get only a few cars. Bernard had his name in with two dealers but no car! My old Chevy kept us going for several years. Soon after my car purchase, World War II came along. I can remember as if it were yesterday when the news came over the radio on December 7, 1941, of the bombing of Pearl Harbor. I was grading papers as usual, at Mom Murray's desk. Both of us started to cry. We were sure we were doomed! The next day President Roosevelt declared war. Immediately our lives began to change. Rationing was set into place with shoes, gas, sugar, meat and butter available only through stamps. Our school was closed for several days as the teachers gave out the stamps in the Miamisburg area. The stamps were rationed according to need, size of family, occupation, etc. it was really difficult as no one was happy with his/her allotment. Some of the rules were very strange. For example, the school was not given gas stamps to use the buses for athletic events, but teachers were given extra stamps if they would drive different teams to events. I drove the first string basketball team to every game. .40. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fe8bc8c20766e60e5c9299192c455f96.jpg 1239afc11beeb6b97e045ff747085187 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (44) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 41 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Since my parents were farmers and had their own meat and butter, they gave their meat and butter stamps to Mom Murray, so we ate well. Shoes were a problem for me but manufacturers began making shoes with synthetic soles - no leather. They didn't last long, but I had shoes! Up to this time time women wore silk hose but they couldn't be found, so nylon hose came into existence. How we hated them! In the summer girls "painted" their legs with regular leg make-up. That worked well unless the gal was in the rain - oh me, streaked legs! Since Miamisburg was so close to Wright Patterson Air Force Base, we had air-raid drills every week. One drill which consisted of getting the kids out of the building and into to nearby homes was to be used if we had an early warning. The other, getting the kids under the desks, was to be used when their was no previous warning. The kids took the drills seriously as the propaganda was indeed specific and graphic. All the eligible men teachers were drafted or volunteered leaving the women with many jobs. For instance, besides my regular teaching duties, I acted as treasurer of the high school activities accounts and as truant officer for the entire system. Also I was score keeper for all basketball games with no remuneration for any of these extra jobs. Many of the high school boys worked in the factories in Dayton that had been converted to make war materials. Those boys made enormous salaries plus were in school full time - when I, as truant officer, forced them. My principal, Frank Young, and I spent several days in court to keep the boys and .41. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3414261aa94e5207bf1c9251a45154e7.jpg 2faf9f32484804fa3c356a8f0703422c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (45) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 42 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover girls in school. I had a special friend whom I met at Seaside Hospital that became a captain in the infantry. When he was on leave he visited our family in Condit, and I went to Chicago to bid him goodbye when he went overseas. He was critically injured at Normandy. To help morale (or so I said ) I wrote to many boys from home and from Miamisburg. One day a group of us gals went to a palm reader in Dayton, and she told me that I would receive a letter that day from the man I would marry. When I picked up my mail, there was a letter fro M/Sgt. Bernard Searles. I said, "Little does she know' we'd never marry!" Well, we married - 49 years of marriage this May - 50 in 1996. I taught at Miamisburg for seven good years for a principal who taught me to be organized, punctual, responsible, and yet have fun teaching. Surprisingly he had retired from Miamisburg and was Nan's supervisory professor when she was a student teacher at Otterbein. In 1944, Mother had a severe heart attack and Dad needed help at home although Lib was there. There was an opening at Sunbury High School on Harrison Street in the same building where I had attended high school. Tom Lang (my step-cousin-in- law) was Superintendent. He hired my for $2000 a year and at the same time he hired Helen Griffith as home-ec teacher. We became the best of friends and worked on many projects together, such as team dinners before games, washing the basketball suits, selling tickets at all games to name a few. These duties were over and above our regular teaching duties and all without pay! .42. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dec72ff0d37905fc92f0c0ed00dc12bc.jpg 8587a93fb459b492177f2c1f59e7fd28 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (46) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 43 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Mother improved from her heart attack and was able to enjoy grandchildren in later years. Lib worked at the Farmer's Bank - now City National and rode with me. The only time we ever quarreled was when she was late. She'd brush her hair and fiddle around until one morning I left her. Oh, that caused trouble as Dad had to stop milking and take her to work. He yelled at both of us! April of 1945, President Franklin Delano Roosevelt died, and we were sure we'd lose the war but the war was beginning to wind down. On May 7, 1945, Germany surrendered, that day is Known as VE Day. On August 6, 1945, the first Atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima, Japan; then a second on Nagasaki, August 9. Japan surrendered August 15, 1945! Those were big days in our lives at that time. Many of our friends from home, college and Miamisburg were killed or injured. We who went through WWII never want to do it again! That fall I went to see Lillian Searles, a dear friend of mine, and guess who opened the door? M/Sgt. Bernard Searles. He says that I told him I came to see Lillian - not him! Maybe I did. Before this story continues I'm going to have Bernard's army experience chapter that will bring him up to date when he opened the door for me. .43. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/28341d72fa8385a37acf372e9276ce6a.jpg c396573ca9b74f7f552fadd8db27c967 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (47) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 44 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover AN ALL EXPENSE TOUR Related by BJ In the late 30's Bernard quit working at Sears and began working for John Shultz who had a trucking business in Galena, Ohio. It was while working there that BJ received that infamous letter from Uncle Sam stating, "Your friends and neighbors have selected you." In March 1942, Bernard was inducted into the U. S. Air Force at Fort Hayes, Columbus, Ohio, and was sent to Jefferson Barracks, Missouri, for basic training. His next stop was Airplane Mechanic School at Englewood , California, from which he graduated with honors. The government enjoyed giving the men travel experience, so it sent BJ's group back to Columbia, S. Carolina, where they were formed into a cadre for the 340th Bomb Group of the Twelfth Air Force. Also at Columbia they were visited by a violent hail storm that ruined fourteen planes. Thanks to the ground crews of which BJ was a part, the planes were repaired in a few days. The next move was to Walterboro, S.C., where the group received "overseas" training for running missions. January 30, 1943, the group climbed into waiting trains and headed for a secret destination, which everyone knew was Camp Stoneman at Pittsburg, California. Bernard called this the monsoon season as it rained every day. In spite of all the rain and inclement weather, the group had days of stiff tests, including imaginary air raids, debarkation nets, obstacle course, and twelve mile hikes with full packs. The men were issued heavy cold weather clothes, and rumors flew fast. The flight crews left first, and on Valentine's Day the ground crew .44. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/43280fc0547b089493ffe4cd66ab1a9d.jpg 6a37ac2cc5a9090ca24660a283bae0b8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (48) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 45 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover marched on to a G. I. Ferry, sailed down the bay to board the U.S.S. West Point wile the band played "Auld Lang Syne." For the next forty-two days the group enjoyed (?) and all-expense-paid tour of the Southern Hemisphere. Bernard was seasick for may of those days. They stopped at New Zealand to drop off and pick up mail, then went on to Australia where they picked up some food -"bully" beef and catfish. After one day on land, again they headed to sea to their next stop Bombay, India, where they smelled the smells and saw the sights. Bernard has trouble describing the filth there. The GI's were told to walk always in groups of three. As BJ and two other fellows were walking along a street, a small boy kept bothering them, so one guy gave him a penny to scram. He left but soon came back with a baby saying, "Yours - you paid." Some how the men got rid of him. The men were also told to eat only what could be peeled while they were off the boat. In spite of the advice many became victims of the GI's." They soon learned that "FAYN-mo-ra-HEED?" meant "Where is the toilet?" Finally the 240th reached their destination - Suez. The boat anchored of shore, and they were taken ashore in rickety native boats. On shore they were herded into rickety trains that took them to their field-camp, El Kabrit, Egypt, on Little Bitter Lake beside the Suez Canal. Kabrit was a big camp with buildings, but they had so many shrapnel oles in the roofs and sides that the birds had taken over. There was sand everywhere - not a tree in sight - which made it very difficult to set up tents. They had their first mail call .45. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/84e2f1d9199775b3f8edd04be129912a.jpg fd03c6f27e1c764f5148ac5925d6e8cd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (49) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 46 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover there plus a shave and haircut for twelve cents. Bernard had quite an experience at Kabrit during a rip-roaring sandstorm. BJ and another GI were sent to the airstrip to moor down the planes. The sand was so fine and the wind so strong that the visibility was practically zero. BJ heard a human cry and told his buddy to keep talking so he could follow his voice to get back from investigating the cry. He found a little boy sobbing his heart out. The child had come into the air strip through a hole in the fence but could not find his way back. The sand and tears had made mudballs on his eyes. Neither could understand the other, but BJ made the child understand to trust him. Bernard took water from his canteen, washed the child's face, put a wet handkerchief above his eyes, and started back to his pal, following his voice. The little boy clutched BJ's hand until they got back to headquarters where an interpreter learned where the boy lived, and he was safely returned home. At this camp in Kabrit, in between repairing his plane to chase Rommel across the sand, Bernard went to see the Sphinx and the Pyramids, plus rode a camel. He has the picture to prove it. British soldiers were helping in the Rommel chase, but the 8th Army got most of the credit. Later at Medenine, Tunisia, the men dug their slit trenches and tent "cellars" in the hardest ground they had seen. Too, this place had been a mine field, supposedly cleared, but the men were very careful withtheir shovels and feet! They were just getting settled and feeling halfway comfortable, when (you guessed it) they had to move. .46. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5508d49bf356469c2b19575a39531e62.jpg ce44a44a32a10bf638184c6b0cf62411 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (50) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 47 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Their new home (?) was in Sfax, Tunisia, in the midst of an orchard of peach, apricot, almond and olive trees and many grapevines. Bernard said the grapes were bigger than his thumb, purplish-green in bunches about a foot long - delicious! The fruit diet was welcomed after their mess hall food. BJ said he lived on grapes for a week. They also found beans, giant peas, and scallions ready for picking. The Germans had left in such a hurry they didn't have time to pick them. Easter Sunday was a bad day for the 340th. It dawned bright and sunny, but turned out to be black! Church was held in a poppy field under the wings of planes. Just after noon they were briefed for a bombing run, and as the planes circled the field, two collided, plummeted to the earth, and burned killing both crews. A good friend of BJ's was killed in that collision. Soon after that a colonel's ship took a direct hit, killing all the crew, they thought, but later several were located in German hospitals. They had settled down into the business of real war! Night after night they hit the trenches when raiders came over, and the ack-ack started. By May the enemy had been driven into the Cap Bon peninsula, so the 340th left the cleanup to the infantry and began destroying coastal batteries at Pantelleria. The result was the demoralizing of practically all defenses. After this drive, "The first all out aerial offensive" white crosses of surrender were displayed on the ground, and the ground forces occupied the island in no time. When the 340th left Cap Bon, the Germans started on Enfedaville. They were warned to surrender to the "Golden 18" (their name for the .47. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0fc90491ad5cf6fe6ddef06624fad79b.jpg 9141918884d0f43cd1c22c5c43fa2b5c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (51) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 48 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover 340th B-25's) or they'd be "done in" within 20 minutes. They didn't; the 340th did, and the battle of Africa was over; the Axis folded in Tunisia. The rest of the stay at Sfax was uneventful except for the horror of the war known as the "GI's." Two necessary elements for this were speed and accuracy. Some made it; some didn't; some didn't try and bought new underwear and pajamas. Next thing - it was moving day again. The next stop was Hergis, Tunisia, which was and is all sand, thistles, and cacti close to the Mediterranean Sea with a mountain range in the back. While here at Hergla, they picked up a donkey and took him with them from then on. Life at Hergla was crazy. In the morning there were gnats; during the day, flies, lizards, scorpions, and mice and at night mosquitoes and desert rats. After supper one night a group of US B-25's bombed Lampedusa, and with the help of the RAF they had cleaned up Africa, Pantelleria, and now Lampedusa. For the next three weeks they worked hard getting eggs at 25¢ each and watermelon at a dollar each. July 3rd they began bombing Sicily, calling it the Sicilian Shuttle Service. To get close to their targets, they moved again this time to Comiso, Italy. Comiso had been a regular Italian airfield well equipped with permanent buildings, but when the 340th arrived the buildings were shells. Little did the guys know when they previously bombed the place that they'd later have to clean it up. They found lots of Italian and German planes that had made their last landing and had been left .48. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/85972939b0eb7aaff2c3066ac551b6b9.jpg a36b8b0c91168ff342731a622c4a4b5b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (52) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 49 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover crippled. Those Americans GI's reconditioned the enemy planes and soon had them ready to fly with the allied insignia. Jake Morgan, BJ and Rocky Petrozzi fixed one. Rocky was the only one who could read Italian to decipher parts, etc. Many missions were flown from Comiso to spots like Randazzo, Adrano, and Messina (at the time "the most heavily defended spot in the world"). Between missions the men relaxed in the grape arbors. After the dust and the "C" rations at Hergla, the free fruit and clean air made Comiso seem like GI paradise. August 25th the group held a birthday party, and everyone was sure that after entertainment and eats, they'd be moving, and the next day they did! They went to Catania, Sicily, only to find the British Eighth Army camped all over the place. The place was on a big crater, and the buildings were shells. The group "sort of" pushed the British over enough to get room for the 340th. They missed the orchards and vineyards, but they had a sandy beach nearby. Just as they sat down to dinner one night, the Germans surprised them with a raid, but British guns all around the area opened up and not too much damage was done. They went back to meat and vegetable stew without much meat. They had frequent Jerry (German) raids with not much damage, and the 340th flew quite a few missions to Italy with they-hoped much damage. Again came order to move. The A party left with the tents, and for three days the rest found shelter wherever they could as it poured rain and the mud was deep. At San Pancrazino, Italy, the only difference was that the mud was blacker. For the first time .49. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6cc31ef898828a2e78553f0e26a15e2e.jpg 17967ef9bc94ccfb38fd3ef3256e6405 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (53) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 50 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover they were out of tents and into buildings. The weather was cool and cans of every kind were made into stoves. Bernard took a pipe from a wrecked plane and made tubing to run gas through to his group's stove. The first Christmas packages arrived here. Bernard's friend Joe Blanche had two sisters who were nuns. They sent a card board fireplace and Christmas socks filled with goodies. Lillian sent Bernard a big book of cookies and goodies which were completely ruined from getting the box soaked with fuel oil. Again the group moved to Foggia, Italy, but the 340th was scattered all over southern Italy for almost a week. Rain had everything a mess! Some trucks were stalled on roads, some skidded into ditches, and no one wanted to feed or help them. When they finally got off the highway and into Foggia, mud came half way up the jeep radiators. Some of the guys used farm buildings instead of tents, but it was a toss up - mud on the outside or manure on the inside. Bernard chose inside, manure and all! At night the guns of the Adriatic seemed too close for comfort. Finally the 340th got their planes in the air., sending missions to Sibenik, Jugoslavia, Port Gruz, Albania, and Guilianova, Italy. Thanksgiving came and went. Some of the fellows found sleeping quarters in a farmer's farm building. Bernard and Jake Morgan found a famer who sold them straw to fill their mattress covers for a good warm bed. Soon everyone was following suit. Christmas Day was like any other rainy day. Bernard remembers eating his Christmas dinner on a manure pile at one of the farms. The group still .50. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8d51958d23b173066c70183176c74f53.jpg c814c1cbb158d7d29e98f6a3f60e4dbc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (54) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 51 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover had their donkey, and he was getting fatter everyday. In fact, he was kind of a pet. New Year's Eve - rain again! However at midnight every gun and rifle let loose. New Years Day, 1945, was a mess! A gale sept in over the sea; tents were down; men wallowed in the mud, but the chow lines were a quarter of a mile long as usual and ankle deep in mud. Later good weather set in, and they got settled for the winter - they thought. - Wrong! Orders came to move to Pompeii, Italy. At Pompeii their airfield was cut into the grape orchard and vegetable farms of Terzigno at the base of Mt. Vesuvius. There was always a halo of smoke over the crater, and at night the bubbling lava sent orange spurts up into the sky. They felt safe though - safer than from the German bombs. They were bombing Naples just twenty miles away. The Anzio beach head was opened up by the Fifth Army. The 340th lost more than a dozen planes on that beachhead. On March 15, 1945, the 340th was told to level Monte Cassio Abbey because the Germans were entrenched there and were killing too many Americans. They had a little help, but the mission was accomplished. The next night thirty-five German bombers went over the camp on the way to Naples and left some calling cards. Bernard and Jake visited Mt Vesuvius, looked down in the crater just before leaving for R. & R. The next day, Vesuvius erupted, 340th lost many planes and had to evacuate. Axis Sal announced that the 340th was "finito." She didn't know the 12th Air Force. Of course, they had to move to another location. They missed their donkey and that night they had steak and gravy. Bernard .51. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/aec2c8d30de93a438684acbf991505bf.jpg ab550ea645dc928921b5b8a94221bae9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (55) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 52 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover swears they ate the donkey, but says it was good, even if it was tough, The next stop was Paestum, Italy. the men thought they would have at least three weeks rest before planes could be replaced, but in three days they were operating full scale. They began bombing transportation and communication targets - tunnels, railroads, and highways. As the Germans repaired the damage, the U.S. would bomb again. The weather was great - sunny Italy. The Germans had an all out raid on the camp; once more they were practically wiped out. Again the 340th came through and by July they had an all time high for "hits." The group received Bronze Star citations for participating in major battles. Germany had surrendered in May, the war clean up was winding down in Europe and by the end of July men started going home. In August many of the 340th were leaving. Bernard let Rocky Petrozzi to early as he was so in love with Minda. In fact they were married before BJ arrived home. Bernard's tour of duty was almost over. He had started as a crew chief with one plane the "Sahara Sue" as his responsibility, then flight Chief with 6 planes and finally Line Chief of the 486th Bomb Squadron, with all twenty-eight planes and their ground crews under his supervision. From private he rose to Master Sargeant, the highest rating for a non-commissioned officer. Finally Bernard was at the dock ready to board the boat for the U.S.A. The Inspecting Officers checked his bags and said that he had to turn in his prize gun, a little Italian Beretta. Bernard said, "If I can't have it neither can you." With that he threw it in the bay. The second day out he .52. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d797f6c91c046743b96d688407304249.jpg db9398224aea983a22a920a6ce2191ea Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (56) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 53 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover heard "Sunbury!" There was Jack Hedden a hometown boy who was cook on the ship. He fed the guys ham, ice cream - all kinds of food they hadn't had for three years. You guessed it! Everyone was sick plus had the "GI's" - what a mess! The first Atomic bomb was dropped on Japan August 6 while BJ was en route home, the second on August 9. He landed at Norfolk, Va., then was sent to Camp Attebury, Indiana where was released from the service a free man! Bernard arrived in Columbus August 18, 1945, with no one to meet him. He went to Mildred and Dwight Satterfield's to find that sister Mildred was expecting twins who were born the next day August 19 - Larry and Lora. Next stop - Sunbury where in a few days, he says Lola knocked on his door and said, "I didn't come to see you, I came to see Lillian." After giving three and a half good years on his life to his country, he was ready to forge on. .53. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d5646656928a38341104f500b5c8e0a3.jpg 23dbbba7b0bc12a5aa072edb1e83dc5c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (57) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 54 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover MARRIAGE On November 18, 1945, Bernard's birthday, he called for a date. From then on we dated steadily, were engaged in March, and married May 26, 1946, in the Condit Presbyterian Church with the Rev. Hugh Ash officiating. That ended my teaching career temporarily as married women could not teach in those days. We had to have the wedding on Sunday as we had had a very wet spring, and Dad didn't want to take time off for a wedding in case the ground dried and he could plant corn. Since no one worked on Sunday, that was a safe day. Our wedding was to be very simple. I hand wrote twenty-five invitations to family and close friends. Lib was my only attendant, and Carl Hough was Bernard's best man. I didn't want a formal wedding dress, so I bought two "simple" dressy dresses, blue for me and gold for Lib, made exactly alike. We both wore headpieces to match and long white gloves that went above the elbow. I carried my Eastern Star Bible with a beautiful white orchid which I later wore as a corsage. Bernard and Carl wore navy blue suits. Roger Day, Hal Tippett and Bob Burwell, all my students, were ushers. I walked down the aisle myself as I didn't want Dad to give me away. Even at the age of thirty I couldn't accept the thought of being given away. It could have been because of the trauma of housekeepers after Mother's death. Naturally, I was a little nervous as I started down the aisle as the church was full; people were even sitting in the windows. Just as I stepped in the door, Morgan Chamberlain whispered in a voice that could be heard all over the church, "You should'a been a preacher!" I ain't never seen a crowd like this in .54. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/cbc53d58528e3406fc68a16005339e74.jpg 0ff1b36eb96bbe1379695ec111be6af6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (58) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 55 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover this church!" My nervousness left me! Our reception was in the big Sunday School room as the basement had not been built yet. My neighbor teenagers, Iris Spences and Evelyn Shoemaker who were also my students, helped my friend Mildred Gelston at the hostess table. Mr. Gelston, Milly's father, a professional baker, baked our wedding cake. The person who found the tiny wedding ring, baked in the cake, was to be the next bride. Milly found it, and everyone cried, "Foul!" People were sure she knew where the ring was, but actually she had no idea. No one used paper plates in those days so I borrowed dishes from friends, but Mary Ellen Miller was the main lender. The workers had a problem as they had to heat water on a kersone burning stove, wash and dry the dishes by hand, and serve from a tiny classroom, but they made it. Bernard and I didn't wait to witness the clean-up. We took Carl Hough and his wife to the Deshler-Wallick Hotel in Columbus for dinner. We left them soon after dinner and headed for the first night of honeymoon (I knew not where) in a downpour of rain,. Bernard had reserved us a hotel room in Wooster, Ohio. The next day we went on to Niagara Falls - the popular honeymoon site in the 40s. In the center of the city was a building that looked like the subway stations in the middle of New York City. After much begging form me, BJ and I decided to go to this building and ride the Subway. To my chagrin, we found it was a public toilet. BJ's never let me forget that episode! The honeymoon was great, but we were eager to get back to our own little house on Morning Street in Sunbury. We bought it from Mrs. O.W. Whitney .55. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/591a53931f477ef26f30b14230188f7b.jpg 70012b62c13fa5b1f9b1ff391849790b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (59) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 56 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (Pearl) agreeing to pay $25 a month until cleared. Bernard saved money in the army from his pay and poker winnings, so we completely furnished our house with brand new furniture - all paid for and ours! Bernard had worded for weeks before we were married painting, sanding, and varnishing. He even built a dining booth in the kitchen. Everything was so new, so beautiful, and so perfectly finished! Bernard managed John Shultz's big hardware store in Galena, and his dad sold machinery for Shultz. Several months after our marriage, BJ came home early and wanted me to go to Delaware with him. I jumped at the chance, as I was home alone all day. As we were coming home, I remembered that I had eggs and potatoes on the stove cooking for salad. Well - we didn't have potato salad that night; the eggs had exploded and were splattered on the ceiling. The potatoes were burned to a crisp as was the the beautiful new copper bottom stainless steel pan. One shower present to the dump! Lib and Tom Brenner were married in September of '46 after he came home the Navy. She made a gorgeous dress from from a parachute that Tom had sent home. We went through the borrowing of dishes, etc., for her wedding too. I was always upset about her always being late and had said she would be late for her own wedding. She was on time, but the florist brought in the flowers after the guests were there. Bernard and I wanted a baby so much and we were really happy to find that I was pregnant in November, but surprised to find that Lib and Helen Jennings had both been pregnant since September. I think I was sick every day of my pregnancy. My .56. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0406b4be5fc01a2275b7f4037a7099c0.jpg 9442a1d513c4c4c66695c03dfd0a7cae Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (60) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 57 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover favorite food was popcorn and coke (cola - not drug) which I kept close by me - even by my bed. Lib and Helen had their boys Jerry and John in June. I guess Nan couldn't wait until August as she was born July 17, 1947 - Evelyn Anne Searles. Her birth was a surprise as we had been in Dr. Livingston's office on the eve of the 16th, and he said, "You're doing fine, but you have a month to go and you'll gain more weight." I had gained only 13 pounds and weighed 115 lbs. When Bernard called the doctor at 2:00 A. M. he couldn't believe him, but sent us to White Cross Hospital on Buttles Ave. in Columbus. There were so many post-war babies the place was overcrowded. Everytime BJ went out for a smoke, he'd lose me as I would be in another hall. These escapades went on all day and until 11:30 PM July 17th when Evelyn Anne Searles, 5 lbs. 2 oz. and 18 inches long finally decided to be born with the help of doctor's forceps. She had a bruised eye and and a funny shaped head because of the forceps, but she was our baby! Everything was soon "normal," but her eye turned blue in cold weather until she was 5 years old. She lost weight in the week at the hospital and weighed only 4 lbs., 8 oz. when we brought her home. We all carried her on a pillow as she was so tiny! She was our pride and joy! For six week she cried! BJ says that we wore a path in our dining room rug walking the floor with her. Ray had told Mother we were spoiling her. When she was six weeks old, Mother had a family dinner, and I told Bernard not to pick her up even if she screamed. She did! Finally, Ray picked her up, took her to the kitchen, weighed her and brought back a formula saying, "Fill this before .57. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/851b64ccd4eb2723f88343b46eeeebc4.jpg 722f40c6cb27b8730a492a15c43488aa Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (61) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 58 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover you go home and feed her tonight." We followed his instructions, and she slept through the night -- first time in six weeks. Dr. Ray Jennings had diagnosed correctly! I was told that I was like a holstein -- plenty of milk, but no butterfat or nutrients. iIstopped nursing her immediately! Dad kept talking to Bernard about the the Ludy Ketcham place and wanted him to buy it. B.J. and Dad made all the arrangements, and Bernard bought the 76 acre farm--- machinery and animals. The cattle were used to no one but Mr. Ketcham, so no one could ever milk them. Burr Edwards bought the cows out of the stanchions. He backed the truck up to the barn door, stepped in the milking parlor, pulled the rope to open the stanchions and whoop -- - they all dashed into the big truck wilder and more scared than a wild beast. In February 1948, we moved to the farm. It was awful! The house was dirty; the yard was brambles and weeds; the wild cows were gone, but it was still awful! Now 47 years later we are still on that same farm. the house is comfortable; the yard is beautiful; the barn is empty except for groundhogs. It is home- sweet-home! How well we remember cleaning the grimy walls! Tom and Lib helped us scrub. We put Jerry and Nan in a play pen while we worked. Ketchums had had a kerosene four burner stove that sent film and dirt everywhere! After we scrubbed the walls, we papered. In time that oily film came through the paper, so we scraped and dug off all the paper and painted. Again the oily film filtered through. Now this was not an overnight project. It took years! Finally, by 1969 when Nan was married, .58. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d2dd7f7bcbc55d52265d87df510bafc0.jpg 5feef340bfcfb1071aa8260192f9aedd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (62) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 59 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Bernard had finally paneled the downstairs. B. J. conquered again! In our early married years we labored! Bernard still worked for John Shultz, farmed at night, milked cows, and raised sheep. I tried to raise chickens (hated them) and had to chase sheep, it seemed constantly. The fences were bad on the whole farm. Soon Bernard had to quit his hardware job to farm on his own and with Dad on rented land. On a hot, sunny afternoon while Dad and Bernard were making hay, I took Mother to Centerburg to get groceries. Two-year old Nan was standing in the back seat with a balloon which flew out the window as we went around a curve. Truthfully, I do not know what happened, but I was told a tire blew out. Anyway we went into a ditch, hit a culvert, which pulled the rear wheels off the car, turned us over on our side and threw Mother across the road. Nan and I were not hurt except for a cut on Nan's knee from which she still has the scar. Mother was bedfast the rest of the summer. We just couldn't get her to walk. I was devastated! Ray and Helen were in California where Ray was stationed in the service. He called in early fall and said that he was coming home and wanted Mother to meet him at the pump at the end of the side walk. Lo and behold by the time he arrived, she met him at the pump. The Reppart families, Wayne, Gerry and Bonnie and Sam and Mary Margaret (Mayme) and boys, Bob and Harold, were our best friends. Wayne, Gerry, BJ and I used to play canasta until 2:00 A.M. We'd put Bonnie and Nan to bed and play away. Of course, the men were the ones who had to get up and milk. However, they wouldn't quit while we girls were ahead. Soon we got six couples together and .59. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b164ab241ebe82d138190693e2c5a6e9.jpg c633f039ce44348bdd677578de6b603b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (63) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 60 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover started "Card Club." From the original group including Dale and Lucille Bailey, Wendell and Doris Day, Wayne and Gerry Reppart, only Sam and Mary Margaret, Dud and Gladys Townley, and BJ and I are left. We have added other couples, but always we're losing more. Ray had a cottage (??) on Lake Erie that was large enough to sleep the entire card club. For several years in August when the cows were dry, all of us spent a week-end there, playing cards, eating, swimming, and enjoying one evening at Cedar Point. Stories, food and laughter did abound! We always thanked Ray for those fun times. By the time Nan was three years old, married women were teaching, and Sunbury asked me to substitute. Bunice Hicks (Bunie, to Nan) was thrilled to keep her and loved her as her own, so I did substitute work. During the summers we had kids here all the time. Jerry and Malinda Brenner, Lib's Children, spent a lot of time with us. I had Jerry on a chair in one room and Nan on a chair in another room half of the time. They said Linda was my pet. Lillian invited Mildred and Dwight's kids, Nancy, Carol, Larry and Lora, to stay with her, but after two days they would come to our house for two or three weeks. I think that all these cousins helped to keep Nan from being spoiled. She always had to share. New Years Eve of 1949 Dr. Livingston spent the night until 4:00 A.M. at our house. Yes, Doctors made house calls in those days. Doc had given Nan a penicillin shot to which she violently reacted. He never left her side until she was out of danger. His comment was, "I missed a party, but I'll .60. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2903f5fe49c24a3fa8b5bb768d285f89.jpg 53d61d707efcb7b10ed6b2e12e4d80f6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (64) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 61 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover probably feel better in the morning." The most traumatic event in our first six years was the death of Dad Searles. We knew he had leukemia, but for several years blood transfusions kept him able to function well. In August 1952 he became very ill and was in the hospital but wanted to come home so badly. The doctor warned us that his death could be devastating to watch, but Bernard took the chance and brought him to our home. The entire family, kids and all, were here for the three weeks that he lived, except the last week Dwight, Mildred and family went on a vacation which had been previously planned. We couldn't get in touch with them in time for them to get here before his death. Contrary to the doctor's prediction, Dad just slept away. This house was like Grand Central Station, people coming and going at all times, sleeping anywhere, eating constantly (so it seemed). Bernard and I were exhausted! After Nan started to school, I substituted regularly, sometimes six weeks at a time. Mother was not well, so I helped down home as much as I could. Bernard says that my constant message to him was a note saying "Hamburg's on the counter. I'll be down home." Bob Searles was living in Newark and somehow contracted meningitis. Arlo and Alice had to stay with him in isolation, so Bernard did Arlo's feeding of his rabbits and calves. Minetta, Phyllis and Joan stayed with us for six weeks. Joan and Phyllis constantly quarreled until I laid the law down saying that we did not fight at our house. After that was settled we had a good time. Bob recuperated fast and was able to start Barber School in 1957. Later when he took his State Board .61. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bcaaff9cecbc3e0800cd4a83723ab72f.jpg a7260beab31cbbdcb375b1eed7fa3933 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (65) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 62 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover tests, Bernard was his subject. Bob passed with flying colors. He started a barber shop in Sunbury and attended Ohio State majoring and graduating with a degree in accounting. Today he still has his barber shop and an accounting office side by side on the west side of the square in Sunbury. The summer before Nan's fifth grade we took our first real vacation. Ray, Helen, and their three kids, (Karen, John and Steve), Bernard, Nan an I spent two weeks in Canada at Moredolphen Lodge on an island in McGregor Bay. Helen had told me that we were being picked up in a yacht and taken to the island. Her yacht turned out to be 2 rowboats paddled by Indians whose only comments were "Ugh." It was eleven o'clock at night, pitch dark no moon, scary. Eight of us plus the Indian were in one boat, and all our gear was in the other one. When I asked the Indian if he where he was going, his only answer was "Ugh." I put my hand on the rim of the boat, and my fingers touched the water! I told Helen. Her answer was, "Lolly, our life jackets are in the other boat." What an experience! We did have a great vacation, and when we returned home and were opening our mail, I saw a letter from the Big Walnut Board of Education. Just then the phone rang, and Supt. Marvin Miller said, "Searles, we hired you while you were gone." I didn't want to teach full time, but he talked me into starting the year, as he had no sophomore English Teacher. His famous line was that as soon as he found a teacher, I could quit. Twenty years later the board had not found a teacher and didn't want to accept my resignation, but I forced them! When I started teaching full time , our home was .62. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9c87184842c257acc035fbebf6ab2482.jpg da3efed86fb7fcf41c3813fb0d377971 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (66) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 63 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover hectic at times, but we all cooperated and life wasn't too complicated. That first year, the spring of 1958, Dad and Bernard were in an accident. B.J. hit the road so hard on his butt that he bruised his brain. Evidently a blood clot was formed in his hip and moved to his lung. Ray sent him to the hospital as an emergency case and 33 days later he came home. I never missed a day being there with him. I made Nan ride the school bus as I didn't want her to think she was above the other kids, but after she started high school we rode together. In the mornings we never said a word to each other until we reached school. As she got out of the car, she'd say, "See You," and I'd answer, "O.K." but after school ---Oh me! We both talked a mile a minute, and sometimes one of us would know something the other hadn't heard. Bernard says that he never knew what was going on as we completed our discussion before we got home. Weekends at our house were full of kids. I made chicken sandwiches by the dozen. On Nan's 16th birthday, Bernard put up a big tent, and we had 16 girls for a camp-out-birthday supper, and the works! About 2:00 A.M. we heard a blood curdling scream. Bernard grabbed his pants and dashed out to the tent. There were two high school boys on motorcycles trying to crash the party. Bernard walked up to them and asked, "Were you boys invited?" They didn't look up, but shook their heads, "No." Bernard just said, "Then, boys, there's the road." We had no more interruptions that night. Mother's condition was worsening, so Dad found someone to stay with them during the week. On .63. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4716dd42430029e3857b5eac7f9a18c3.jpg a91bb35e462bf5e9b7a5c95ef9effe04 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (67) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 64 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover weekends, I cleaned their house and fixed meals. Lib did the washing. Finally Mother was bedfast, and the last several weeks Lib and I stayed every other night so Dad could get some rest. We'd lie on the floor on either side of her bed so we'd be sure to hear her. The last week Dad and I actually sat and waited for her to stop breathing. In February 1963 she finally got to rest. Wayne Reppart stayed with Bernard the day of the funeral as BJ was very sick with the flu -- actually fell of his chair that morning. November 1963 was a traumatic time for all Americans. Pres. John F. Kennedy was shot and killed. The news came over the P. A. systems at school and a hush fell on every classroom. School was dismissed for the next few day until after his funeral. Dick Starkey was here cutting wood with Bernard and they wouldn't believe Nan and me when we came home and told them. It was a new experience for all of us. In 1964 Bernard was sent as a commissioner to General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church at Oklahoma City. When he came home, his comment was, "I can't believe the politics in the Presbyterian Church." Nan was very active during her high school years in several school organizations plus 4-H and Youth Fellowship in Church. She played the clarinet and was a majorette in the band. The summer of '63 she was chosen as the first Hartford Fair Queen. What a time! She had her hair done at Brigitta's Beauty shop -- came home upset ---wet it --did it over very agitated. Finally we arrived at the Fairgrounds late, but it didn't matter. There had been a terrible wind storm which had blown down tents .64. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c66a1f367e87d5a7fb33635149ca1d0c.jpg 971171313455cf56501f67003d817c32 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (68) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 65 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover with rain and mud. It was awful. The only good thing about the entire night was Nan's being chosen queen. Bernard said, "If the good Lord forgives me, I'll never go to the Hartford Fair again!" Nan and Keith became good friends when they took Algebra II together. Keith came out and I'd help both of them. If he was here after 9:30, his mother would call and say, "Is Keith there? Send him home right now. His curfew is 10:00 P. M." During her senior year she and Keith began dating. Nan and Jerry Brenner graduated together in June 1965. We had an open house here for both of them. During Nan's high school years Bernard began working scales at Mt. Vernon Stock Yards. By 1965 he was offered a job as Livestock Inspector for the state of Ohio which he accepted. My dad thought he had done the wrong thing, but it was the best thing that ever happened to us. Bernard felt that he had to take the job to be able to send Nan to college. The fall of '65 Nan entered Otterbein College. She was not permitted to come home the first six weeks, but we could visit, so one Sunday we went down to take some goodies. Bernard stayed in the car while I went up to her room in Cochran Hall. As I opened her door, she burst into tears, sobbing, "I hate this place!" Her roommate was very homesick and was going home, giving up on college. Immediately I suggested that if Nan hated it, maybe she should also quit before we had to pay more money. I can hear her now sobbing and saying, "I never quit anything in my life. I'm staying." After her roommate went home , her friend , Joan Shultz Fuller, became her new roommate and life became beautiful. They had a great time for the year-- even bats flying in their room. .65. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dd49615c9a542ad0bb5b9896d8dd8c07.jpg b250df773bae3933fca0f5b336b84adf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (69) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 66 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover The freshman year was exciting for Nan, but also rather traumatic. I had gall bladder surgery in the fall; then in February I had a complete hysterectomy. When Dr. Livingston first examined me, he said, "Lois Dell, you're pregnant." B. J.'s comment was that can't be at age 51. Mayme took me to a specialist, and as we went through Westerville, we saw Nan and Joanie, I told them the news and Joanie was ecstatic, "isn't that wonderful, Nan?' Nan's comment, "Yeah, I guess." No need to fear -- no need to fear -- a tumor the size of a football ---no malignancy. surgery went well, and I was back teaching soon. Joanie quit school so Nan's sophomore year she moved to Clements Hall with another roommate. Linda Brenner graduated from high school the spring of '67, so we took her with us on a vacation to Virginia Beach as her graduation present. Everywhere we went people thought she was older than Nan, the college sophomore, which upset Nan. They had a great time at Virginia Beach, but Linda got a painful sunburn. During 65-67 Keith was in the armed services and spent time in Viet Nam. Nan's junior year she was made counselor to freshman girls in King Hall. Her junior year was both traumatic and exciting. The first traumatic event was the sudden and unexpected death of my dad in November, 1967. Dad and Dick Spearman were picking corn with Dad driving the tractor and Dick on the wagon. Dad called back to Dick saying, "I'm making one more round; then I'm quitting." At the end of the round, Dick went around the wagon; there lay Dad on the ground - dead. Evidently he fell from the tractor. As he lay on the ground .66. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/530e2fd2e30555e7af9c15f0843bad65.jpg d81bdf72f9a9e1df47eea702080cb93f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (70) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 67 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover with his 5-buckle arctics on, all we could say was, "He always wanted to die with his boots on." In March of 1968 on a serene Sunday evening Nan and Keith were traveling down Rt. #605 minding their own business when a Holobaugh boy backed out of the drive right in front of them. Keith took to the ditch to miss him and would have been fine if a culvert hadn't stopped him very suddenly. There were no seat belts in those days, and Nan lunged into the dashboard ruining her two front teeth. We contacted Dr. Terry Day who came to his office and started a long and painful process which after several weeks left her with those two front teeth capped. Another exciting event of '69 was the engagement of Nan and Keith. They came to tell us of their plan which was not to be married for at least a year. The other exciting and important events were the completion of her college work at the end of the first semester of the 68-69 year and Worthington Public Schools hiring her as a full time teacher at Worthington High School beginning the second semester of the 68-69 year. This year (1995) she just completed 26 1/2 years at Worthington, teaching in the new Worthington Kilbourne High School. She must be doing something right! Oh, yes, she received her B. A. degree from Otterbein June 1969. Best laid plans are sometimes changed. On July 20,1969, (the day Armstrong walked on the moon) Nan and Keith were married in the Condit Presbyterian Church with the Rev. Jim Dowd officiating, assisted by the Rev. Doug Orbaker (at Lola's insistence-- a mistake). When Nan and Keith met with Orbaker in a pre-marital conference (another of Lola's .67. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a447e4ad7f8249f04d4825c69e823313.jpg d82279d3e8c465db436424397776c464 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (71) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 68 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover mistakes), Nan asked him a question, and his answer was, "Ask your dad; he knows more about Presbyterian rule than I do." Lib made --no, styled--- Nan's beautiful wedding dress. I can see them yet in our living room with Nan holding the end of a bolt of material gathered in her hands at her waist. Lib asked, "How long do you want your train?" Nan turned turned and pointed in an arc around the floor, and Lib started cutting. I couldn't believe it, but all turned out perfect! Nan and Lib visited several stores and picked out the good points of several wedding dresses and from pictures, word descriptions, etc. (no pattern) Lib styled a beautiful gown. She also made all the attendants gowns with 'floppy" hats to match. Many showers were given for Nan by friends in Condit, Westerville, and Worthington. She had so many lovely gifts that we cleared an upstairs bedroom and used it just to display her gifts. Keith's mom, Virginia Wampler Ward, assisted by her sisters, had the rehearsal dinner at her home. Not only was it a beautiful affair, but also the food was delicious! Mom Shaffer, the mother of my deceased best friend from college days was here for the wedding and of all things made applesauce for the freezer the morning of the wedding. Those apples just couldn't spoil! The good thing about the moonwalk on the kid's wedding day was that people didn't linger at the reception. Everyone including the family wanted to see the moon spectacular televised. Keith says he never forgets their anniversary as there is always a newspaper article about the event. (moon walk --not anniversary). After the honeymoon, Nan and Keith lived in an .68. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ef6a871087d81323faaa584935b023ce.jpg 0a9b39ebfb919616da6050ff6d2f5767 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (72) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 69 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover apartment in Worthington, but soon with our help bought Grace Condit's little house in South Condit. Keith enrolled in the Newark Branch of O.S.U. and was on their golf team. The kids decided to surprise BJ and me for our 25th anniversary, May 26, 1971, with an open house at our place. Nan said they were celebrating 25 as we'd never make 50. We may fool her as we have just one more year. There was such a big crowd at our party, people everywhere, and we received many lovely gifts. As usual Dwight had his beer in his camper. Even the children noticed his many trips to check the camper. I would never let him keep his booze in my house, so all through the years he brought his supply in his camper. In spite of his faults, we liked Dwight and had lots of fun with him, Mildred, and the kids. He was so good-hearted and would do anything for anybody. As usual, when things are going great, something happens. Keith was in the hospital for testing on his back when a young intern found a lump in Keith's throat. Result-- May 1972 surgery--which proved to be removal of his thyroid--with that terrible word "cancer." Dr. Joe Bonta, an excellent surgeon, performed his operation. He was good, but his bedside manner with anyone but Keith was awful! Definitely he didn't care for mothers-in-law! Keith came through the ordeal, and because of his problem, his brothers and sisters (even cousins) were saved through surgery, too. Later in 1975 both he and his brother--Jim, had to have their adrenal glands removed-- another traumatic time for the family. July 8, 1973, BJ and I had just returned from a .69. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6bd4d918770a0d5e21a36bef5c53c198.jpg 35249ac9711d38ae7d77e85981151785 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (73) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 70 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover week's vacation at Paradise Lake in Michigan, dead tired. At 1:30 A.M. we were awakened by a call from Lillian. By the time we got to her house she had had a stroke. Her husband, Luther Carnes, was shaving before he could call the squad. For days she lay in Grady Hospital in a coma. When she regained consciousness, she was paralyzed and taken to the Condit Nursing Home. After a few days Luther had her moved to the Salyer Nursing home in Centerburg, her home until her death in 1980. In December of '73 Keith had to have another surgery to remove abnormal tissue from under his chin. In spite of all his health problems, Keith graduated from Ohio State and was hired the fall of 1974 by the Granville School System as a phys-ed teacher in the Middle School. He had coaching responsibilities too, so they sold their Condit home and bought a house on Sunset Drive in Granville. We had several fishing vacations with Nan and Keith their first eight years of marriage. There was Otsego, Michigan; Big Sandy, Tennessee; Kentucky Lake; and the Deluxe at Gaston Lake. Each has a memory! At Otsego we seined minnows with a big net held by several people who waded out in the water, and we really caught the minnows which the group used as bait. Big Sandy had willow flies that helped BJ and Keith catch Big blue gills by the dozen. Nan caught the big bass at Kentucky Lake. Jim and Jane Shriner went with us to Gaston Lake. The whole trip was unbelievable! To begin with, I was afraid we'd have primitive conditions - - what a mistake! We had a beautiful cottage, screened in porches, two bathrooms, and three bedrooms. The water skiing was great, and the .70. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/40516335fac1f4206f2552f4bc3165bd.jpg 76cc3f3c557fe5e3a92379ada47c478d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (74) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 71 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover fishing was unbelievable. Did I get razzed about primitive housing?!? In August of 1975 Don Hood and Linda Brenner were married in the Condit Presbyterian Church. There was a small conflict about the American flag. Someone carried the flag out, and B.J. carried it back in, but it was out during the ceremony. I had the rehearsal dinner to help Lib, as Don's parents did not offer help in that area. Our new room made from our porch had no rug yet, but it had windows and screens so we used it. We had thirty people here, and we had a feast. Keith and Nan washed all the dishes. In early fall of 1975 we had a call from Paul and JoEllen Elfrink, neighbors of Luther Carnes (Lillian's husband). They were very upset and nervous, as Paul had found Luther hanging in the barn. He had committed suicide. They had called his daughter, Wilma and she said, "Call Bernard and Lolly. They know what to do." of course, we went up to the place immediately. By the time we arrived, the sheriff and Funeral Director were there. What a mess! We all were in a dither, but I called Wendell (Luther's son) and he promised to start immediately from his home in Cordova, Tennessee. The next morning someone had to go to the nursing home to tell Lillian. Guess who? You're right, Lola Dell had to do it. Poor Lillian was devastated! The day of the funeral another travesty happened. Someone broke into Luther and Lillian's home. Wendall had sent Lillian Hummels through the years which were placed alongside cheaper figurines. Only the Hummels were taken. Antique picture frames were taken, but picture .71. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f1c44b019ce62dec52943a180f05c06a.jpg e4c714faaf43235103460603340bf8b5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (75) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 72 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover had been ripped out and left. Silverware and china plates that had belonged to Wilma and Wendell's dead mother were taken, but no ordinary dishes or pots and pans. To top it off beautiful quilts that Lillian and her mother had made were taken. No modern things like TV's or radios were bothered! None of these items were ever recovered. In November of 1975, Bernard had to have a lump removed from his throat, but no malignancy. Dr. Bonta was his surgeon and actually treated me like a human being. The year 1976 was a busy one! In February Keith had back surgery which was very painful. March15, 1976 a beautiful tax exemption came to Carl and Betty Cocklin's, our god-daughter, Kelly. When the phone rang early that morning, I thought it was a teacher calling to say he was sick, I answered the phone with "What now?' Betty very gently and softly told me she had just called to tell me she had a baby girl. June of 1976 I retired from teaching---finally! When I handed in my resignation, the board would not accept it, but Sam Reppart said, "You might as well, she's made up her mind." That spring there were many parties and dedications to me. The senior class dedicated the year book to me. At the choir concert, the group dedicated a song "Lolly Come a Runnin'" and gave me yellow mums. The FHA had a surprise "This Is Your Life" and everyone from A to Z was there. It was great. They gave me a charm bracelet filled with charms to remind me of teaching years. After the dinner, Nan and Keith with the help of Mayme had an open house at the Repparts. The faculty retirement party was at LaScala's. Mr Burt was also an .72. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0ebf55f5b5641e9108416bfd23232014.jpg f0a9a86254fe0f6d0a882b7524a38f2d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (76) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 73 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover honored retiree. Later in the summer Beulah Fritsche with the help of Rusty Slack and Bill Fraley, had a surprise chicken barbecue. That was a lovely party! To top everything America was celebrating its Bicentennial, and BJ and I were co- chairmen of Sunbury's celebration. Busy-- Busy! After such a busy summer we decided we needed a vacation. January 5, 1977, we left with Sam and Mayme Reppart for our first trip to Florida. For two weeks we toured every mile and saw every attraction from Jacksonville to Key West, down the west coast and up the east coast, and around the middle. More exciting events happened than I can put on paper. One that just can't be omitted it the saga of Mayme's underwear. She had her packing finished---- even had to sit on the suit case to get it closed -- was dressed, girdle and all when she saw a pile of underpants she had forgotten. She couldn't open the suitcase, so she just put them on--one at a time over the girdle etc. At our first stop, she was telling me the story, not knowing that the men could hear every word! When we came out, BJ began to razz her about her escapade. To this day he reminds her to be careful how she packs. We spent a couple of days in Leesburg, and the men fished with Leon Campbell while Mayme and I shopped with Lucille. At night they taught us to play 6 handed bid euchre--what a game! Leon was slightly deaf, but he told the men to listen for Big Jim, an alligator that stayed near an island in the lake and he roared unbelievably loud. They were fishing in a fiber glass boat which reverberated sound greatly. Bernard has always had gas problems, and we had had baked beans for lunch. .73. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/62a2947675463ed7f68259f5e59f0c2a.jpg 6a246a38a344b19e888e6394765a1b87 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (77) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 74 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover As they floated quietly by the island, Bernard had a problem. Need I say more? Leon shouted, "Thats Big Jim! Listen, there he is!" Not only once did the sound reverberate but quite often as they sat and fished, Leon would say, "There he is again: there's Big Jim, but I can't see him!" Sam and Bernard just laughed; they knew! The guys couldn't wait to get to the motel to tell Mayme and me about that experience. You know, we heard Big Jim quite often as we traveled around Florida. All the time we were there it was cold and windy. Sam and BJ both wore their pajamas under their trousers. When we stopped at Sarasota to see Wendall and Doris Day, we had to scrape ice off the windshield. That trip was one we will never forget! In June of 1977, Lawrence Stockwell hurt his leg. I had to change bandages quite often, take food to him, and try to clean his house. It was awful! Nan couldn't take it. Also Arlo was very sick at Riverside Hospital with cancer of the back. Poor Leona (his second wife) didn't get much cooperation from his family, so we helped all we could. On June 11, at 1:00 P.M. he died. Only Leona, BJ and I were there. We took Leona home, tried to call his kids, went to tell Lillian; then when we finally arrived home, Wendell Carnes had come in so I fixed him a meal. What a day! On June 13 between calling hours for Arlo we had twenty-five for supper. After calling hours thirteen came back. All that time, we were picking peas when we could, and Zada Longshore was hulling them for me. What a lady! The winter of 77-78 was snow, snow and more snow! Jan. 26 to Jan. 29 was the "killer Blizzard of '78" We were without electricity, heat -- .74. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/644162740ab9aa060498abe2fec02e2b.jpg 4f912a1eca30cee839f1466fe78e0881 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (78) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 75 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover water. All roads were closed. Zada Longshore was in a panic but we couldn't get to her. Finally Dud Townley and Wayne Reppart got through the drifts and took her to Wayne's where they had a wood- burning stove. BJ and I made it to his shop where he had a wood burning stove. We were like marshmallows; we'd toast on one side a while, turn and warm the other side. We could heat water and soup. All my house plants froze. Thank goodness, Lawrence was in Florida or he would have been in trouble. By March the weather was better, but we were still having snow. I was cleaning our walls, stepped crooked, and broke my right ankle. Dr. Stout put me in a cast to my knee. What a time I had! Crutches were impossible for me to use. I fell with one leg up on the dryer and the other in the air--- what a mess. Bernard had an interesting experience while I was incapacitated. Now BJ is a good cook, but I guess communication was our problem. He was making dried beef gravy and asked how much flour to use. I have a 1/4 cup measure in my flour bin and told him to use not quite a cupful--- meaning the 1/4 measure. Before long I heard him banging pans and muttering, so I asked what was wrong. He said he was just getting a bigger skillet; then he said the stuff was too thick -- like paste. I told him to add milk. Next I heard, "Jen, Ive got to go to town for more milk!" Again he was getting a bigger skillet. I hobbled out to the kitchen. Instead of my flour measuring cup, he had used a cup! Even the cats wouldn't eat it. Later I had a walking cast and a walker, and I was raring to go! The big day in 1978 that surpassed everything .75. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7ade9cff6915933022e589eb518a74dc.jpg 136bc471aaac92fdda848e7d5b6321ba Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (79) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 76 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover was August 9 when Nan and Keith brought Jay Ryan home --- 3 days. He had been born August 6, 1978 in Parkersburg, West Virginia. Both Nan and Keith were in summer school working on their Master's Degree, so I went over every morning at 6:30 AM for two weeks and kept Jay. He was such a doll and so good. I say that the reason he's so smart is that he and I talked all the time his first two weeks. Well, I talked and he smiled. Keith finished his Master's at Ashland, but Nan waited until Jay was older. At Keith's graduation as he walked across the stage to get his degree, Jay, about two then, stood up on my lap and yelled, "That's my daddy!" 1980 was quite a year. In March we went with Sam and Mayme to Florida to try to find some warm weather as it had been so cold when we had gone earlier. Nan called us to come home as Lillian was very sick with Leukemia. We raced home, arrived March 18, and went to Mt. Vernon Hospital to see Lillian; she was not good, but was so glad to see us. The next morning March 19, 1980, the hospital called us, but by the time we arrived she was gone. We felt she just waited for us to get home. In August of 1980, Mildred Satterfield had a cerebral hemorrhage and lived just a short time. Bernard lost two sisters within six months. He is now the only one left of the Jay Searles family. Bernard retired from the Ohio Department of Agriculture in December of 1980. They had a big party for him at Berwick Party House, even had Nan and Keith as special guests. He received a beautiful engraved watch, a citation from Governor Rhodes, cash to buy his choice of fishing rods, plus the prize gift ---a cow pie that had been .76. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7325d939687da2f9db1e4f14c85b106b.jpg 79834daff1e0caca812b5fec3b58dcf0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (80) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 77 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover dried and varnished with a fountain pen in it. They called it the "Bull-Shit Pen." Sometime during June of '81 Bob Searles and Joyce were married. She's a good gal and will be good for Bob. The summer of '81 Nan and Keith sold their house so fast they couldn't get in the one they were buying, so they stored their stuff and moved in with us from June 19 - July 29. At times it was a little crowded, but we made it. Jay was so much fun. When they moved to Spring Valley Drive, their present home, he kept wanting to go home. Now he doesn't remember that home on Sunset at all. December 22, 1981, BJ got up acting very strange -- no coordination --- slurred speech, etc. Dr. Rupp sent him to Riverside where they diagnosed-- stroke. I had planned to have Christmas dinner, so I sent the turkey and all the trimmings to Lib, and she had the dinner. BJ and I spent Christmas and New Year's Eve in the hospital, but he came home Jan. 1, 1982. When the kids came over, Jay asked, "Grandpa, where'd you get this stroke? You sure messed up Christmas!" He recuperated very well, and by March we were ready to go to Florida, but we stayed at one place, Clermont, and did a lot of resting and walking. During the spring of '82 Keith took another turn in the hospital. He, BJ and Keith's brother, Jim, had what they called hospital wear (several pairs pajamas and a robe). Whoever used them last kept them until the next fellow needed them. Keith had to have his thyroid roots removed. Truthfully, he used the hospital wear more than the other two. Again Dr. Bonta performed miracles, He was good-- even if I didn't like him personally. .77. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/93383b5cfca70ee08381cce1c5872178.jpg 5a4887c88b32a43ad6831292a416f9b8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (81) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 78 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Things moved along rather smoothly. Jay was growing cuter every day. He had a great baby- sitter, Di-Di, whom he dearly loved. After a year or so she had a little boy who was a good playmate for Jay. Nan took Jay to nursery school in Worthington and continued his kindergarten years there. We went to his graduation from kindergarten with cap and gown and the works. The summer of 1984 was quite an experience. Nan, Keith, Jay, Bernard and I took a month's vacation touring the West. Bernard bought a new van, Nan planned the trip, Keith did most of the driving, and Jay and I played. We saw beautiful scenery, took many pictures, and even visited friends ---Bill and Helen Bingman and Ron and Miriam Moore. Too we spent the 4th of July week- end with Jerry, Cheryl Brenner and family. Points of interest were: The Corn Palace, Yellowstone, Old Faithful, Black Hills, Tombstone, Tucson Outdoor Museum, Jackson Hole, Tetons, Grand Canyon, Zion National Park, and Wall Drug Store to name a few. After we were home a few days, BJ and I went to Princeton, N.J. for Tom and Ann Warner's wedding. Also we hit the Outlet Stores in Lancaster, Pa. On the way home we stopped to visit BJ's army buddy, Rocky Petrozzi and wife, Minda, in Mingo Junction, Ohio. What happened I don't know but my hip began hurting. I could scarcely walk. Dr. Rupp said it was a swollen hip joint pressing on the sciatic nerve -- bed rest for five weeks. I ended up getting a back brace which I wore for several months. We had to give up going to BJ's army reunion in Indiana. December 20, 1984, Jay had tubes put in his ears and adenoids removed and ate .78. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ed162df961e8a1009fd08925eb51051f.jpg a203fa32d553c3b173db9d4a75092bac Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (82) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 79 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover chicken at night for supper. Some kid! September of '85 Bernard had to have surgery on his carotid artery -- 95% clogged. Since the one had been 100%, it was a must! He came through surgery fine, recuperated fast, and we were ready to have some good days, and we did! For several years we had great times playing 6- handed euchre with Sam, Mayme, Leon and Lucille Campbell, also with Dean and Jane Cockrell and Howard and Thelma Link. Of course, we had card club in there quite often too. Sam's, Leon's and we spent some good times at Scioto Downs at the races. One of our greatest thrills in 1985 was because of Keith and his basketball team. Tech Granville Blue Aces were the Sectional champs and went to the District at the Coliseum. Sam, Mayme, BJ and I never missed a game. After they won the District, the players held Jay up to the basket to help cut off the net. The next step was Regional at the University of Dayton's gym. Again we followed the team. the last game of the Regional they lost the game, but they finished the season tied for 5th in the state. They went the farthest any Granville team had ever advanced. I tell you, the games were thrillers -- nail biters -- whatever. Three of them were won in overtime. One night during the tournament game, the Newark radio announced, "All of Granville is going to the tournament. Will the last one out of Town turn off the lights?" The summer of '86 both Nan and Jay became Thespians. We went to every play, but our favorites were Jay in Tom Sawyer and Nan in the female version of The Odd Couple. Both did outstanding jobs; we were so proud! Bob and Joyce went with us and were really impressed! .79. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3c156cecf2c47ff91c9ee8b93c2d3abc.jpg 5f95d77d20604ca979538297ef95416b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (83) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 80 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover The last day in May in 1987, our neighbor, Kathy Klamfoth, bought us a puppy, a pure white German shepherd, and so cute. he looked like a puffy snowball. Bernard named him immediately -- "Frosty." Through many days of patient (?) training and discipline by Bernard, Frosty became a well trained and intelligent dog. From that little fur ball he developed into a 140 lb. mass of muscle. When he stood on his hind legs behind me, his front paws were over my shoulders. In 1989 Keith had to have more back surgery. How that boy came through all his surgeries and how Nan handled the trauma, I'll never know. In 1990 Keith began having what the doctors call atrial flutter. The top of his heart beat much faster than the lower part. He had to have his heart stopped and put back in sync at least four-five times the next five years; it worried me, and I'm sure it upset Nan and Keith. We enjoyed Frosty so much, but all good things come to an end --December 16, 1992, he had cluster seizures one after another until finally, he couldn't take it any more. He had been on medication for a couple of years, but this time neither the vet nor medication could help him. Gene and BJ buried him down in the field where Dusty and Jay's dog Patch were buried. We surely did and still do miss him. We had many dogs during the years, Judy, Tippy, Ginger, and Dusty. We loved them all, but Frosty was different. The next summer Sara fuller brought Bernard two kittens supposedly to take Frosty's place. Those kittens were cute, but they soon became cats who had kittens who became cats who had kittens and so on! We gave one cat and kitten away, but in 1995 .80. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/efc4e9eb7946082a3d72995f5cade24f.jpg cc18af74e960b7d4acca354788f08673 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (84) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 81 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover we still had 2 cats and 8 kittens plus 3 male cats. We took all but the three males to the Humane Society. Maybe now we're safe. Just before Christmas (three days before) in 1993, as I was backing out the back door with my hands full, I fell kerplop on my back because of cats at my feet. PAIN! I couldn't let BJ touch me, but some how he did get me up. Nan and Keith took me to the emergency while Jay stayed with Bernard. I floated through Christmas and New Years on pain pills. Nan, Keith, and Jay kept everything on an even keel as they were on break. I finally was able to walk, but the damage has never been cleared, but I'm walking! By March of '94 I was able to have a cataract removed and a lens implant in my left eye. June 17-27, 1994, Nan and Keith celebrated their 25th anniversary by taking a two week trip to Hawaii with a cruise of all the islands. Jay stayed with us, but attended a Sports Training Camp at OSU for almost one week. He is such a great kid! August 6, 1944, Jay celebrated his 16th birthday and got his driver's license. He had already taken driver training and passed that with flying colors, so August 6, was the Big Day! The fall of '94 I began falling quite often -- seemingly for no reason. However, in October I blacked out; Joyce took me to the Emergency at St. Ann's and they kept me. After a week of testing, I was sent to Mt. Carmel for the insertion of a pace maker. The bionic woman is on the go again! Again Keith was having heart flutter problems and insisted he have a stress test. Result -- in three days, Feb. 13, 1995, Dr. Dan Watson was doing a a triple by-pass. Two arteries were 100% clogged and .81. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c51bf83925c044cbc455155c2c6015ec.jpg 18e1169c232b849f16f58b38948f58d1 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (85) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 82 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover one 85%. May 1st, though, he was able to be back teaching and said felt better than he had for five years. Talk about trauma ---Poor Nan!. Keith was just starting therapy and on his way home from the first treatment, saw their car out in a field. When he stopped, there was Jay on a stretcher with blood running down his face. Nan came home from school to see a note on the garage door saying "Go to Licking Memorial --Jay in accident." That was quite a day! Jay was not seriously hurt physically, but he was hurt. We hope he has had his first and last accident. I wasn't there, but although Jay was cited, Grandma says it wasn't his fault --just an accident. Here we are June 1995, but the story doesn't end here, Nan and Keith are thinking about retirement, Jay is just thinking; we're pausing for the time being in the story; the rest is up to you. The future is approaching, and you readers are the ones to continue the story. BJ and I hope you have as full a life as we have had. Remember, the sad events make you appreciate the happy ones. .82. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/19abf291d950d0410bab0d1b9b77b0f5.jpg 18e4205bbcba3c9d88992812d2397103 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (86) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 83 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover THIS and THAT Bernard and I have experienced so many happenings that really don't correlate with other events, so as we reminisced we jotted them down here and there. In this chapter we're sharing them with you with no particular rhyme nor reason. They may be "one-liners," paragraphs or a page or two--- just as they happened. Believe me, they go from the ridiculous to the sublime! Isn't that life? * * * In 1948 when we moved to our present home at 4588 N SR 3, Herb Brenner (Tom's brother) helped us move. As he walked down the upstairs hall, we heard him yell, "Wow! Lolly's got an electric privey!" * * * I'm sure you have heard the statement "Enough food for threshers." This statement originated years ago. Farmers had no combines back in BJ's and my youth. Instead was a machine called a binder used to cut wheat and oats. It cut and bundled and tied the grain. The farmers took the bundles (sheaves) and placed them in a shock-- four sheaves in the middle, one on each side, and one on top. If these were made correctly, the grain stayed dry even during a rain. Both Bernard and my dad were good "shockers." After the grain was thoroughly dried, it was threshed by a machine which separated the grain and blew the straw and chaff into a big pile to be used for bedding in the winter. Frank Gallogly was the separator operator and owner in our community. Dad thought he was the best! He could manipulate the blower to make an almost perfect cone-shaped straw pile. In .83. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/355defef77b5c3354c57f8a452e1ab14.jpg 2a568bf048b4a7b9a191d169705f20c3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (87) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 84 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Bernard's area Lou Girberd and Lester Hoy had the threshing outfit. For years it sat at the Girberd place at the corner of Rt. #3 and Lewis Center Rd. The threshing was done by a group of neighbors who went from farm to farm, taking their wagons to the field, hauling in the sheaves, then pitching them into the separator. The Threshing crew (about 12-14 men) were big eaters, and the women cooked great meals for them. Remember no refrigerators and hot weather, so everything had to be done in one day. They women were up early, killing and frying chickens, making pies, cooking vegetables with good old mashed potatoes and gravy --"meat on the bones food!" Grandma and Aunt Mae always helped us. If it rained, we were in trouble! Understand now what "Food enough for Threshers" means? * * * One day Dad Searles was cutting wheat with the binder when a bad storm was brewing. Dad sent BJ and Arlo on to the house and was opening a wire gate at the line fence when a bolt of lightning struck a tree, jumped to the metal fence posts, traveled down the fence, knocked Dad Searles down so hard he rolled, and burned an imprint of a file he was carrying in his pants pocket on his leg. That imprint was on his leg for weeks. He also had nerve reactions from the strike. * * * Dogs have played an important part in our family life. I have told you about our last dog, Frosty, but several others were very meaningful to us too. Tippy was a German Shepherd that was very .84. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bc5f836a2104a0094ab0c89c7ea632de.jpg 82da236190ea0c696ee0e45e4a8e4c03 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (88) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 85 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover protective of Nan and me and our property. When Craig Hicks tried to help us by doing the milking, Tippy wouldn't let him pick up the pails and milkers. One time he jumped through a glass window and chased Wendell Day back into his car. We never felt afraid, but one evening Bernard was gone, and a hobo started walking into the yard. Nan called, "Here, Tippy! Here Tippy!' The next thing I knew the hobo was saying, "Here, Tippy," and there they came up the yard with Tippy licking the man's hand. I fed the guy fast and sent him on his way before dark. Our Irish sett -- Ginger -- came to us I guess because she loved us. She jumped in Bernard's trailer and came home with him from the mill. We found that she belonged to the Allen Fisher family, so we contacted them and Allen came and took her home on a Saturday morning. On Sunday when we returned from church, she was lying in our front yard and greeted us with much tail wagging and barking. Again we contacted the fishers, but when Allen came after her, she sat behind Bernard and would not move. Allen finally said, "She likes you better than us, so I'll send you her papers." She never left our yard! Ginger would lie on the floor; then Nan would lay her head on Ginger, and they'd take a nap together. It was ironic how she was critically hurt. A strange old white cat came here, and Ginger was chasing it out of the yard just at dusk. Ginger could go only to the driveway edge, but the cat darted into the road. An oncoming car saw the cat, swerved into our drive to miss it and hit Ginger. We were all heartbroken. We had a German shepherd dog, Dusty, who was very intelligent. BJ had trained him to shake .85. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/94d52635b9e0893fa0d1c7208325951c.jpg c28931e38354c15187f9a757977ea201 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (89) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 86 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover hands among other things. When we ate our meals, Dusty sat on a chair near the table. One day as we were eating lunch, our neighbor came in. Bernard said "Dusty, this is Lee Ball, shake hands with him. Dusty flipped that paw out to shake. Lee said, "By Gawd, that's the smartest dog I ever seen!" Another day I had baked a butterscotch pie for dinner. Bernard was teasing Nan that it was his, and she'd pull the pie near her. They pulled the pie back and forth until kerplop-- it fell to the floor. Dusty was off the chair, gave three gulps - - no more pie! Both Nan and BJ were a little ashamed. * * * All the kids have "barefoot" stories. I couldn't wait to go barefoot, but I'd stub my toe the first day -- enough for me! My dad always said that my feet were so narrow because I never went barefoot. BJ loved to go barefoot, and his feet were so tough he could chase rabbits across wheat stubble. * * * Through the years, Bernard had many people working for him during hay making. Some were students of mine; such as, Keith Wampler who became our son-in-law (no connection), and Glen Evans who went to school and said, "You know Mrs. Searles can cook!" Some were older men. There was Clyde Nichols who chewed big wads o f gum although he didn't have a tooth in his head. When he'd come in for dinner, he'd plop his gum on a fence post, then pick it up as he went back to work --- chewing or .86. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9d3777f51c73c25c82362ea4af81e0af.jpg 30975d9a33c40b9561f3893a8f1853da Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (90) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 87 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover "gumming it with a grin. One time it rained and for three days the men couldn't work. The first day back to work when Clyde came out after dinner, he spied his wad of gum on the post and said, "By Golly, there's my wad! and stuffed it in his mouth and began to gum it! * * * One of the ironies of World War II was the rationing program. Those of us at home never had enough gasoline, our rationing stamps were always too few and many trips had to be cancelled. On the other side, BJ said they wasted gas using it for everything from cleaning their uniforms to piping it to their tents for cooking and heating. We willingly went without meat, sugar, and butter so the soldiers could eat well. Bernard never saw sugar, butter nor meat (except Spam, dried beef and their special donkey) until he was on his way home. The black market took care of that! * * * Our grandson, Jay, about to be seventeen, has been our pride and joy since day one. if some day his children read this book, believe, he was a good kid! As a child, he had some choice sayings which I'm calling "Jay-isms" Jay had spent several days with us and had been a very good boy. I asked him if he was always that good. He said, "Yes, I am, Grandma, but sometimes my parents get confused and think I am not." * * * .87. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9f765a1644ec9ad4ca15317f5b6df155.jpg 55a4216d5a65fd8817430daa9745ed0f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (91) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 88 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover A dear friend of mine died, and Jay, as a little boy, was concerned about the burial. "Grandma, you mean they put her in the ground?" When I tried to explain, he said, "Well, when I die, I'm going to take a flashlight so I can see where I'm going." On that same topic, he was curious when we bought a cemetery lot and put up a monument. "Why did you buy such a big lot?" he asked Bernard. Bernard told him there would be room for BJ and me, his dad and mother, and for him and his wife, if they wanted to be buried there. He said, "Well, I don't know about Mom and Dad, but I want me and my wife there." I asked him what about his kids. He said, "They can look after themselves." * * * One day Nan and Jay were shopping, and everyone they met seemed to know Jay and talk with him. Nan couldn't understand and said, "Jay, how does everyone know you and like you?" "Oh, Mom," he said, "I'm just a lovable guy!" He was -- and is! * * * At age six, Jay had to have a large mole removed from his stomach. The doctor used a local anesthetic, and the procedure was slightly bloody which he mentioned to the attending nurse. Jay retorted in a second, "Doc, you made the mess, you clean it up." * * * On the wall in an upstairs bedroom, I have my dad and mother's wedding certificate framed with their picture. Jay asked me years ago who they .88. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4923c4747db2b7df3d59997fc533c75a.jpg 275ee199ff771fd04800b512708cade8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (92) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 89 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover were. I told him it was my dad and birth mother. His eyes just shone as he asked, "Grandma, were you adopted?" When I told him that my mother had died and that I had a step-mother, he said, "Boy am I lucky! Step-mothers are mean!" Of course, I explained that my step-mother had been wonderful to me. * * * When Jay was in the seventh grade, he was very small, but he wanted to go out for junior-high football. This coach made this little guy the center. I couldn't understand why the smallest kid on the team was center. Jay said, "Grandma, I'm the only one that can remember the plays." Later in the season he was telling me about his game saying, "Grandma, when you're center, and everyone falls on top of you, Boy, it's dark down there!" This year he'll be an eleventh grader and is going out for "Receiver" on the team. I wonder what he'll say to be put in the next book? Not long ago Nan asked Jay to do a task he didn't particularly enjoy. He reacted by saying, "Why do I have to do that?" Nan gave him that look which means you're on the edge, Bud, and said "Because I am your Mother!" Jay understood that look and the message and smiling so sweetly said, "Okay, I can handle that!" * * * When Bernard had his stroke, we postponed our Christmas party until he was able to enjoy it. When we finally had our dinner ad gift exchange Jay asked, "Grandpa, where'd you get that stroke? .89. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/54c517780690dd1b9226f190489c28bf.jpg 90e3bbe44cbd6f07932b13511668449c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (93) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 90 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Bernard said, "I sort of messed up Christmas, didn't I?" Jay said, "Yes but that's O.K. Just don't get any more strokes." * * * Just before Jay started school I had him at Lazarus letting him pick out some clothes for his Birthday. He chose the loudest and brightest "Jams" that anyone could imagine. As I went to pay for them, the following conversation took place --- Grandma -- " Jay, they won't let you in school in these!" Jay -- "Oh, they'll let ME in!" Clerk -- "What makes you so special that you'll get preferential treatment?" I thought, Oh dear, here it comes. My Dad's the coach. Jay -- "Ma'am. I am special! I'm adopted." (I could have kissed him) Complete silence -- Jay walked away, and the clerk was very apologetic,. I was very proud! * * * My dad could sell Eskimos ice, I do believe. We sold eggs along the road, and Dad was proud of his salesmanship. One day a bashful young man stopped, and after talking with him for half an hour, Dad sold him two dozen eggs. The next day when we walked into church, there was the young man in the pulpit. He was our new minister who had come to make a pastoral call on our family. Dad never let him get past the pump in the backyard, but sold him two dozen eggs the poor man didn't want. * * * .90. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8ce26ebf1b5b6114d3be7fe8a5ca50a6.jpg e139569c5fde02eced5d2bddcdd4a2e6 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (94) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 91 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover While Bernard served in the army, he had some interesting experiences that had nothing to do with the war. He and several buddies had a chance to go to Rome where they saw the ruins of the Coliseum and to the Vatican where the Pope had a special audience for the American GI's. Many of Bernard's friends were Catholic, So Bernard felt a little strange as he didn't understand everything. However, it was a special feeling when each one held up a coin that the Pope blessed by touching the coin gently, saying a few words in Latin. Another time he had the privilege of visiting the Dead Sea, Jerusalem, the Garden of Gethsemene, and Bethlehem. At Jerusalem there were orange groves with oranges as large as IGA's ($1.00) muskmelons. When he went to the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem, He scratched his name with a pocket knife on the wall. As they visited Bethlehem, the guide would always say, "As the story goes, "this is where such and such happened. Christ's birthplace was impressive because of the simplicity but the guide would not be specific. * * * When Bernard's sister, Lillian, married Luther Carnes in the early 50's, we not only gained a new brother-in-law, but also a niece and nephew, Luther's daughter, Wilma, and son, Wendell. Wendell had always been close to us. He graduated from Ohio State, was a pilot in the Air Force, and after leaving the service, worked for Federal Express, first as a pilot, and now as a flight engineer. He has a pace maker exactly like mine. Many of the spoons in my spoon collection were .91. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fb9618f1a4ca4518f9da84a844236478.jpg bdc1611c7c807f1cdcb41af698ba75dd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (95) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 92 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover given to me by Wendell from all his travels to different countries through Federal Express. Wendell Carnes is very special to us because of his kindness to Lillian, his generosity to our church, and his thoughtfulness to Bernard and me. * * * We were honored to be chosen by Carl and Betty Cocklin to be god-parents to their baby girl, Kelly. She calls us Grandpa Bernard and Grandma Lolly, but writes G-Ma and G-Pa which, that plus our address brings us mail from her where'er she may be. Kelly spent a year in Norway her junior year in high school and has just finished her first year at Toledo University in Ohio. Many popcorn balls and pounds off fudge went her way during those two years. Kelly's grownup now, but when she was a wee little girl, she ad Betty were driving home from Sunday School when Betty heard her mumbling and asked, "What are you saying, Kelly?" "Oh," said Kelly, "We're learning a big prayer. It starts, "Our Father who are in heaven. How'd you get your name?." Good question, Huh? * * * When I bought my car before I was married, Tom Brenner's trunk key to his Chevy fit the ignition of my Chevy. Now this caused some interesting situations. Tom and Kenny Feasel were the best of friends, and what one didn't think of, the other did. I never knew where I'd find my car. One incident I'll never forget. I took Lib and her girl friend to a movie at the Palace Theater in .92. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/adff38339fe7120c19dd931029b26e09.jpg f29dd560ab42997d8a7df2cd06021f18 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (96) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 93 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Columbus. After the show about midnight when we went to the parking lot to pick up the car, there was no car! We looked and looked and were just ready to call the police when Tom and Kenny came driving up, laughing their heads off. I didn't laugh! The strange thing was that they didn't know we were in Columbus, but just happened to drive by, saw my car, and had a bright (?) idea. * * * Bernard and Dad worked together for many years. Bernard always took water to the field, but Dad couldn't be bothered. However, he'd drink Bernard's water all the time. Bernard bought at least 20 thermos jugs, as he'd set them under the wagon out of the sun, and Dad would forget, back up the wagon, and crash bang another thermos was broken. The worst part was no water until Bernard bought another thermos. Dad would say, "Boy you're going to have to get another jug; something happened to this one." * * * Speaking of water - - - we had ice water with all our meals. One day Nan was dressed in her majorette uniform to go to a football game as soon as she finished her dinner. She sassed her dad not once, but twice, but after the second time, BJ flipped his glass of ice water in her face. After she gasped for breath, not saying a word, she went upstairs to dry her clothes. When she came down, she said, "Mom, will you take me?" I quietly answered, "No your dad will take you." Bernard said they had a very quiet ride. .93. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/794cad3a93c2762cb79fc73de3c23e46.jpg 17d270e5daddd9ca204418f9952a420e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (97) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 94 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover The incident was never mentioned again. In fact, I had forgotten about it until two years ago Nan said, "I told one of my kids today that he should have my dad. He'd learn to control his mouth." She even told her class what had happened to her and the lesson she had learned. The kids enjoyed that little "gem." * * * On summer when Jerry and Nan were six and Linda was four, they were here playing and wanted to go to the creek, and as usual, I warned Nan and Jerry to watch Linda carefully. They had been down by the creek about 15 minutes so I called them to check. Jerry and Nan answered, but no Linda. They hadn't seen her leave. I was petrified! We went up and down the creek bank, calling constantly. I looked in the barn, around the yard, and came in the house to go to the bathroom. We had only one upstairs in those days. There was Linda on the stool smiling sweetly. She had been watching out the window, but never answered our calls. I could have choked her! Believe me, Jerry and Nan didn't accuse me of having her as my pet that day! * * * We had another bathroom experience. One summer night about 11:30 a car drove in our drive, stopped, and a woman got out, so Bernard went to the door. The woman opened the storm door, barged by BJ and headed for our downstairs bath -- no lights anywhere except in the bathroom. We were so dumbfounded that neither of us could say a word. Then she came out, sat in B. J.' chair, and .94. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/442f579e447e96ec892bedafdfec46da.jpg 02ec4fa04ef7869ece1208561516e670 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (98) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 95 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover started to make a phone call. Bernard did say, "Where are you calling?" It was a call to her boy friend in Fredericktown, and she needed him to help her as she was having car trouble. Bernard said, "That's a toll call." She assured us she would pay and gave us a reference. She was a bar tender at a bar on East Main Street, Columbus. The boy friend came; they stayed in the car until 2:00 AM. We stayed up too, but we never found out whether he helped her or not, and we never saw any money for the call. * * * When I went to Otterbein the depression was just ending, but money was tight. Money was scarce at the Jennings house, so Dad made an agreement with the treasurer that he'd make payments whenever he sold hogs or cattle. Can you imagine colleges making agreements like that today? * * * I have mentioned the housekeepers we had after Mother's death. The last people who stayed with Dad and me Clyde and Helen Carpenter, newly married couple. I loved both of them! Since it was summertime, we ate in the summer kitchen on a table that had leaves held up with a bar, but that table was very unsteady. One day Clyde leaned against the leaf, upset the table, and broke every dish on it! I was so scared, but I guess Dad was so in love, as he was soon to be married to mother, that he never said a word. Helen cried, but I do remember Clyde saying, 'Accidents do happen." Dad still never said a word! * * * .95. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e7233894524e4d65810cf0d7cc5d2f5f.jpg 0ab26bb7f34914d0ce96df467a69ada7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (99) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 96 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Today kids have cars soon as they reach 16. Bernard had to wait until 21 and then he had to buy his own. On his twenty-first birthday, he bought a used Model A Ford Roadster from Mack Blayney at the Junk Ford Agency in Sunbury. He paid $90, but not in one payment, but in payments of $5.00 a week. You see he was making only $14.00 a week at Sears in Columbus. He kept that car until 1939 when he traded it to Brake's Garage in Sunbury for a '38 Plymouth. During the war, Dad Searles couldn't buy a car, so BJ wrote a letter to the courts to transfer his car to his dad which the judge did. * * * Nan was baptized December 28, 1947, at the Condit Presbyterian Church by the Rev. Joseph Lindsay. That kid screamed through the whole ceremony. As we were leaving the church, Rev. Lindsay said to Bernard, "You know the child gets her disposition form the father." BJ never cared for that minister after that day. Later, March 30, 1958, she joined church on her own and never screamed once. Bernard was a member of the Berkshire Methodist Church when we were married, but joined the Condit Presbyterian Church soon after our marriage. I had been a member since December 1923. Bernard served as both trustee and elder. I never held an office, but I taught Sunday School, led Youth Fellowship, and taught Bible School for many years. As of December 1995, I'll have been a member at Condit for 72 years. Miss Grace Condit was a 75 year member. That's my goal! * * * .96. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9306a64ae99f89b4dd216a89b58ef781.jpg 4e1f1e9392bbd5723263aeb4fb6700a0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (100) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 97 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover When I was a teenager, our minister, The Rev. Thomas, helped the youth make an outdoor basket- ball court which is now a parking lot. We had league games every week with other church teams and a tournament at the end of the season. Those games plus our Christian Endeavor (youth fellowship) made up my social calendar for the summer. * * * When Nan and Bonnie Reppart Caudill were small, they played together a great deal. One day they were playing in a wading pool, stepping out on cement, making foot prints. All of a sudden Nan came crying into the house. Sobbing her heart out, she cried, "Mom, Bonnie says I have flat feet, do I, Mom?" * * * There were three Grace Condits in our community, so they were identified by their husband, or a lack of one. Dane's Grace was leader of our church choir and tried her best to teach me to play the piano, but I wasn't a very receptive pupil. Ed's Grace was our next door neighbor, and after her husband's death rented her farmland to Dad and Bernard. To this day Bernard can picture her peeking around the window curtain to watch him go to the field. For some reason, don't ask why, the fuses for electricity to the barn were in the house. One day a storm was coming; BJ was unloading baled hay into the barn when a fuse blew and the loader quit. He went to the house, knocked and knocked on the door, but Grace wouldn't answer. He had to walk home, .97. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/fb8f3f01a0898880366531b8dace90fe.jpg fcff99998fce9d56b7d6cd92ffaa1237 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (101) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 98 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover call her on the phone, and ask her to please let him in to change a fuse. She did, but BJ was upset! Then there was Miss Grace Condit, a pillar of faith, who lived with her brother and sister, Edgar and Clara Condit. After their deaths she lived alone in a big old barn of a house, all made from black walnut. One evening, we had a terrible storm -- hail, wind and rain. As soon as we could we went up to check on Grace. There was a big tree blown across her driveway, the whole top lying on the roof of her house,; the chimney had been broken off and bricks were lying everywhere. We ran to the back door and called for her. She answered cheerfully, "Come on in." There she was sitting in a rocker reading a book by the light of a kerosene lamp. We told her about the tree, chimney, etc. Her answer was, "I know, but the roof didn't fall in, so I couldn't see that I should get upset." Bernard also farmed her farm. By this time farmers were using combines. It seemed one year that during the week we'd have rain, but on Sunday the wheat was ready to combine. For several weeks this happened. Finally, Bernard said, "Grace, if the wheat's dry next Sunday, would you mind if I combined it?" You see her family never worked on Sunday. They milked their cows, but wouldn't ship the milk. The ate Sunday meals but did all the cooking on Saturday. Can you imagine her answer? She said, "Bernard, I think there will be another day; if there isn't we won't need the wheat." The next week the combining was completed. After she sold her farm she bought a little house in South Condit. A neighbor found her sitting in her rocking chair where she had peacefully died with .98. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e098eda9d1d26285aefd143b9af9abfe.jpg 70ba82333fd65e8d6af92f954de4d432 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (102) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 99 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover the Bible in her lap. Ironically, that house was Nan and Keith's first house. During our growing up years there were Blue Laws which prohibited dancing, shows, sports, business, etc. on Sundays. No one worked on Sunday except to do the very necessities. No stores or gas stations were ever open on Sunday. It was the Blue Law that Miss Grace Condit's family adhered to more strictly than many of us, as they were of the Puritanical Presbyterian Church. The first year my dad planted corn on Sunday because of a wet spring, the community was sure that none would grow. All the people planned their shopping so their shelves were full over Sunday. Probably that's why we went to town every Saturday night. How times have changed! Now, Sunday is the biggest shopping day of the week. By the way, I have never heard of the repealing of the Blue Laws. People just began ignoring them. * * * When I was about 4 years old, I was traipsing after my dad who was cutting hay with horses in a field by my grandma's. The horses stepped in a bumble bee's nest which caused havoc. The horses went wild as they were getting stung. So was I! Dad yelled, "Go to grandma's. The darned bees were in my curly hair. I was crazy! Grandma took care of me, but I was badly stung on my head. I couldn't stand to have my hair brushed for days. To this day just seeing a bee makes me shiver. It's ironic, but when Nan was 4 years old, she was in the barn with Bernard when a bumble bee stung her on the tummy. She immediately began swelling .99. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3b10a4642aad4df67b3060a3e531e1ff.jpg dbcc48a6b00c5a021127f6349c58b8af Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (103) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 100 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover from her stomach to her knees. The doctor had to give her a shot. So --- both of us stay away from bees. * * * July 4, 1959, Bernard won his first and last prize. The firemen had a raffle for an aluminum boat, 5 horse motor, and boat trailer at $1.00 per chance. Eldon Frakes had one ticket left just before the drawing. BJ had 90 cents: I gave him a dime. The M.C. drew the winning name ---Bernard Searles. I went flying up to steps to the stage, but Chuck Nettelhorst wouldn't give me the prize -- my name wasn't Bernard. June 21, 1995, Bernard gave the outfit to Carl Cocklin who loves to fish. * * * In September 1985, Bernard had surgery to his right carotid artery. Since the left side was 100% clogged and had already caused his stroke earlier, he had to keep the right artery clear. He didn't know it, but the surgeon had to stop in the middle of the surgery as his blood pressure went so low. He came through the surgery, though, and is still going strong. His big problem is in the back and legs -- probably poor circulation. * * * In 1994 Bernard bought new choir robes for the entire adult choir at our church plus an organist robe for Bonnie Caudill. They are beautiful. Presbyterian blue! * * * .100. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/82ce2f64f52cedc34a1d7147e73a20d7.jpg 9a507fdaa700c94c503d1f75cf1f1ae4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (104) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 101 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Bob Searles has been very close to Bernard through the years. When he was a kid Bernard was teaching him to fish. One day they were at Lime Rock just east of Sunbury which was deep -- deep then. Bob caught a nice fish and was pulling it in when he lost it -- just at the top of the water. Before Bernard could do anything , Bob had waded in after that fish and was blubbering in water over his head. Bernard retrieved him , but that ended the fishing that day. Bob's fist marriage to Deana Ball ended in divorce after fifteen years, but they had three lovely children, Teri, Tami, and Bobby. During these years they were at our house at least once a week, and the kids were like our grandchildren. We had a tradition on Christmas Eve that they all met us at our church for candle light service, then came to our house for chicken sandwiches and goodies plus a gift exchange. After the divorce Bob tried to keep the tradition, but we soon lost the girls which hurt us very much. We weren't even invited to their weddings, nor have ever seen their children. These things broke our hearts. However, Bobby has always stayed in touch. He had a beautiful wedding (which we attended) marrying his wife, Linda. They with their darling Elizabeth Ann join us with Bob and his present wife, Joyce, some time during the Christmas holidays. Joyce has been an integral part of our family. The first time Bernard met her at the State Fair, he came home and said, "Well, Bob's finally found a gal with some sense." She very seldom misses a week that she's not out here to check on us, and we've really had some fun-time shopping trips. * * * .101. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c3a552f9b67ce89599c479fa04704f38.jpg 717c6c39a5a453c1205add5b9e9740da Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (105) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 102 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Jay asked that this event be included in the book, as he feels the punch line is important. One day Bernard and Jay were putting a toy boat together. They zoomed through the project but had two pieces left over that were needed to make the boat run. So --- they ad to take it apart and start again. Bernard said, "Jay, let this be a lesson to you. Always read the directions before you start a project." "Always read the Directions" has become a slogan for the Searles-Wampler family. * * * Nan is very appreciative of the fact that Marian Whitney gave her a thorough background in music. For several years, Marian taught Nan not only to play the piano and read music, but also to understand music theory and to appreciate all types of music. * * * The absolute worst thing that has ever happened to me happened at Seaside Hospital. I was working the cardiac ward when a small child, probably 6-7 years old, became very nauseated. A nurse had me pick her up and hold her in my arms while she changed the bed. all at once the child's eyes rolled back in her head; there was a tremor all through her body. I'll never forget it! My arms shook , and I could scarcely call the nurse. She took one look and went for a doctor. I was still holding the child while her muscles jerked involuntarily. The doctor came and pronounced her dead. BUT he had me carry her down to the morgue. She was so tiny and thin, and now her body was limp. I couldn't talk about it for day days, and now .102. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9588f68c00ac939b1f752dfa7ff69ad1.jpg 871f16edfeb33beea0fb47f5ee908b86 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (106) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 103 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover as I write I have goosebumps thinking of the tremors. * * * Our Canadian vacation with Ray, Helen, and kids was full of exciting events, but Karen had an experience that she remembers yet after almost 40 years. Each day the camp gave a prize for the largest bass caught. also the lodge prepared a lunch -- without any meat -- for the guests who went fishing. Everyone was supposed to catch fish and fry them for lunch. Ray, Helen, John, and Steve went in one boat, but we met at noon for lunch. Fishing this day had not been good, but Karen hooked a nice one. she listened so carefully to Bernard as he'd say, "Give it a little line. Reel in slowly. Ease out a little. Hold it! (etc-etc- finally) Yank! Reel in!" Karen landed a 14 inch bass. She was so proud! Alas, when we met Ray's boat, no one had a fish but Karen. she was not going to let that fish be eaten, but smooth Ray convinced her that her fish couldn't win the prize as it wasn't big enough. Karen cried; Ray and Bernard consoled her by taking her picture with the fish in several positions: we ate the fish! After fishing for a while, we went back to the lodge for the awards. The fire flew! No one had caught a bass all day. There were pike-- nice ones -- but no bass. Karen would have won the prize -- oh, what an unhappy girl. Ray was a sad father, and to this day he hasn't been able to get Karen to say, "It was O. K. Dad." no Sir! We ate her prize! * * * .103. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e4290c5b8eb14babd8010b4f55466698.jpg 8c962c28a95b02f749192f60573a90f2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (107) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 104 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover When Bernard and I were first married, he was Master of the 400 F&AM Masonic Lodge of Sunbury, then went on to be a 32 degree Mason in Scottish Rite and a Shriner. He is a 50 year member of the Sunbury Lodge, but is not able to be active any more. He is proud of nephew Bob though who is a 33 degree Mason and still going strong. Both of us are members of Sunbury Columbia Chapter #33 Order of the Eastern Star, and I am a 50 year member-- not active either. It think it's old age. * * * Lib was about 4 years old; I was a teenager and easily embarrassed. We had a minister whom I admired very much, but I made the mistake of saying in front of Lib that he wore a hair piece. One day when he visited us, Lib said to him, "Mr. Rice, Lolly says you wear a wig, do you? I could have died right there! Without any embarrassment, Rev. Rice took off his toupee and said, "Yes Lolly's right, do you want to touch it?" We were having troubles in our church, he was sent to Condit to heal the church's wounds. Do you understand how he could do it? He was a special person. * * * Karen requested that this story be included in "the book'. Before Aunt Eve (Dad's oldest sister) died, she gave me a small Indian pouch which according to the family story was given to her by her Indian grandmother. I have given it to Nan to keep for posterity. We don't know whether the story is true, but we do know that the pouch is very old, badly worn, had made from a strange material, has little beads making Indian designs, and was Aunt Eva's prize memento. That's good .104. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c210483bb078de5d11d626463c8b7212.jpg 5dab65c2c4a493ee33911617d106ba4a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (108) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 105 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover enough for us! Some of my ex-students want me to tell you some school stories -- just two. One Hallowe'en someone (no one could find out who) drove around the Big Walnut High School and shot holes in the windows. My room was one that was hit. That winter we were having a snow storm, and Bill Sherbourne was sitting in the back of the room in front of a window. All of a sudden, he raised his hand and asked to move as the snow was coming in the holes. Before I could say a word, Ralph Smith said, "Sit there! If you hadn't shot holes in the windows, the snow wouldn't be blowing in." I said, "I guess that's it, Bill.' Principal Estel Miller was glad to hear the story. * * * My speech class was in charge of all the assemblies and chapel programs at Big Walnut. We gave plays at Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving assemblies, some serious and some "funny". We did everything from Red Baron to Christmas Carol. In one Thanksgiving play Jim Holobaugh as John Alden was showing how sharp his knife was for carving the turkey. He took a hair from his head to split with the knife, hit his finger, then left the stage. As he came back stage, blood was spurting from his finger. He took one look and passed out. I turned to my student teacher only to see her sliding down the wall. I gave every one I could an ammonia capsule and started working on Jim. The play was progressing on stage, and the kids had to ad-lib as Jim was supposed to return. Jerry Brenner came to the door, looked back stage and saw me working with .105. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a2ccb91b22dbe468ef2ca281f66c7f28.jpg b2e136c330c5eb1f06b118353d2ef836 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (109) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 106 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Jim. Jerry said, "John Alden is real busy -- he won't be back for a while." I got Jim awake, gave him an ammonia capsule, and sent him back on stage. Jerry said, "It's about time you got back here." We got through the play! The audience never knew our problem. * * * After Bernard had been overseas for a couple of years, he sent me a letter saying that when he got home, he was going to buy an airplane, set it outside his bedroom window, and throw rocks at it every morning. That's one goal he never accomplished! * * * 1995 Teen Age Humor Jay asked me what the height of conceit is. I couldn't answer. He said, "A fly lying on his back, in the water under a bridge yelling, 'Raise the bridge!' July 15, 1995, HOT! Nan, Keith and Jay had a yard sale in our front yard. The humidity was so high that the heat index was 114 degrees. Jay said, "you know it's hot when Grandma fans with a fly swatter." * * * Jerry Brenner stayed with us the first four weeks and the last six weeks of his first grade in school. Danny was born September 5, 1953, so we kept Jerry. Tom and Lib moved to their present home on Hartford Road in the spring of "54, and as a result were in the Croton school district. They didn't want to move Jerry, so he stayed with us. The fist day of school Jerry got a paddling for running the hall. When he came home and told .106. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/837cfe84b4513a214e9596083a66075b.jpg bcd8b8e9de0b6d2f25cb651ab17271cc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (110) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 107 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover us, Bernard told him not to worry, he had just made a mistake. That evening we went down to see my dad and Jerry told him about the paddling. Dad said, "Young man, come here!" He turned him over his knee and really paddled him, saying "When you get a paddling at school, you get one at home!" Poor Jerry , he was so upset. The last day of school I was getting Jerry's clothes ready for him to wear. All at once, Jerry began to cry and said, "Please, Aunt Lolly, don't make me wear that shirt. That's my paddling shirt!' He wore a shirt of his own choosing. Don't tell me that paddling doesn't make an impression! * * * As I have mentioned several times throughout my writing, the Condit Presbyterian Church has been a vital part of our lives. How I could have forgotten the wind storm that almost destroyed our church building I do not know. The Rev. Larry Warner was our minister and Bernard was chairman of the trustees when the catastrophe happened. The wind blew out part of our beautiful stained glass window of Christ praying in the Garden of Gethsemane and twisted the frame of the building. The whole eastern section of pews was ruined by rain and debris. The congregation was devastated, but immediately joined with the trustees to try to repair the building. A contractor, Mr. Lowendeck from Newark, was hired for the job. In the meantime we had church in the gym of what is now the Harrison Street Elementary School. The contractor straightened the building and pulled it together with cables which still hold it. When you look up to the ceiling and notice "beams" .107. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d97b2a6df379888f80df13ecceebcf53.jpg c8a358e22f433c13810b6f6fa0649187 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (111) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to page 108 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover --no- no-they are boxes holding and concealing the cables. The broken parts of the window were replaced and are not noticeable. The congregation donated money for pews spirited by Bill Whitney who donated the first pew for his family. When we "oldies' say we have a church pew, we really do. The old pews that were usable were sent to a Methodist Church in West Virginia, thanks to Larry Warner's idea. Is it any wonder that we are proud of our church-- the people-- and the building? * * * We have proof that Indians inhabited our farm many moons ago. Bernard and Jay have found flint, arrowheads and small tools, but Bernard plowed out the great one right in front of our barn. It is a stone ax weighing eight pounds and in perfect condition. An archeologist dated it as being about 5000 years old. Bernard was offered $500 for it, but he said, "I'll keep for grandson Jay." * * * Here we are in 1995. BJ and I have tried to give you a glimpse of life from the horse and buggy days to the space program and the walk on the moon. The future is open to you. Keep busy both mentally and physically; keep a sense of humor, and above all, keep the faith! Bernard warns, "Don't be so heavenly perfect that you are no earthly good." Our love pours out to you and yours. .108. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/47b0fe864b316efcf704e45d66b06f33.jpg 3fca733946cf43b34d623d27b36693a0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (112) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 109 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover The Sunbury News Thursday, September 21, 1993 Preserving local history with memoirs by Brian Miller "The most precious commodities of all- peoples' own recollections of their worlds - seldom get preserved at least in a proper and permanent way." So writes Bob Greene, columnist for the Chicago Tribune, in the introduction to his book, "To Our Children's Children: Preserving Family Histories for Generations to Come." His book inspired Polly Horn, director of the Sunbury Community Library, to get local residents going on writing their own memories.. "The people that are doing it are just having a wonderful time, bringing back things that they haven't talked about for years and reliving a life they had forgotten about," said Horn. Two of those doing it are Lolly and Bernard Searles, Ohio 3 in Trenton Township. Lolly, 79, is a retired school teacher, and her husband, 80, is a retired livestock inspector and mail carrier. They worked on it throughout the summer. Now in its very final stages, it is 125 typed pages. They worked together on it in the evenings. She did the writing since she is more comfortable with that skill. But Lolly said; "Bernard has a memory like an elephant. He remembers things I don't. Sunbury resident Marian Whitney, retired former editor of The Sunbury News, is the first person to finish hers. She said as you become more aware of your past you remember things you hadn't thought about in years. Whitney, 85, recalled a packaged flower garden, a sheet that had seeds implanted in it that you spread out on the ground. "It was on of the highlights of my childhood," she said. Greene's book is designed to trigger the memories by asking questions on various topics and times in ones life. It contains sections such as "the house you grew up in", "childhood neighborhood", "romance and relationships" and holidays". Lolly says straight out "if it hadn't been for the book, she never would have done the project." The book of memories are individual works and they bear the personality of the authors. Whitney included pictures with hers: Lolly and Bernard had no pictures. They designed their own covers. Lolly and Bernard's has a horse and buggy on the top and a moon rover on the bottom to signify the two centuries the book represents: the 1800s to the 1900s. It was made by their grandson. Whitney included several family recipes in back such as "Marian's bread and butter pickles." "Everybody can do their own thing," said Horn. Both the Searleses and Whitney said they did the project to preserve memories for their families. The Searles' daughter, Nan, has read it, said Lolly. Whitney said her favorite things is seeing the reaction of her children and grandchildren to it. All of her five children and all but one of her 15 grandchildren have read it. "It's the little things, the insignificant things, that seem to mean a lot to the grandchildren," said Whitney "Not the facts of life." Lolly remembered butchering hogs and the aftermath, hanging up and scalding the carcasses, and rendering the lard. She also remembered from her days as a student at the Condit grade school bringing buckets of water from the house they now live in to the school, which did not have its own supply of water. The pupils all drank out of one dipper. Bernard had many memories Please see MEMORIES, Page 2 Photo : Lolly and Bernard Searles look over a notebook into which Lolly wrote down their memories. The notebook later became a book of memories and will be preserved in the Community Library. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dd10632c2c9b5e1017b4ddc34a550406.jpg 2f5cee186b0fe4655f4922429b5c978d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (113) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to unnumbered page 110 of From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover MEMORIES (continued from Page 1) about his four years in the armed services during World War II and about time spent with his grandfather, a Civil War veteran. Several people are in various stages of writing their books of memories, according to Horn. Horn said most of them are comfortable writing longhand, rather than on a computer. She had supplied them with shorthand notebooks, which have two columns. They write in the left column, and when they reach a stopping place submit it to the library, and a typist puts it on a computer. It is sent back for additions, corrections, and changes, and then resubmitted for more typing into the computer, and so forth. The left column gives them a place to put things they remember later and want to insert in the book, Horn said. The end result is a laser-printed hard bound book of memories that is kept in the library's collection. The library sponsors a group that meets once a week to help people get going in what can be a difficult process. "The hardest thing for people to do is to think back," said Horn. "You get so caught up in today you forget what you did as a child and yet your memory is really in good shape, if you can get back there." The meetings play an important role, Horn said, in helping people overcome their fear of writing. "It may take them four or five meetings before they write a word," said Horn, who said the meetings give people a chance to talk about their writing. There are about 12 people who are regularly attending the meetings, Horn said. The meetings take place on the second Wednesday of each month at 2:30 p.m. at the library. The library bought 25 copies of Greene's book, which Horn said people can keep as long as they need to. As far as the books or memories, Horn plans to put them on the library's shelves , as long as the authors don't mind. "I let them circulate to let people get ideas on on their own," she said. "I want one of them to be put back because it's a part of our history that's lost to the community. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4c4d8ae622b1efc75746fcc6666d890f.jpg 03cdffba36c245281324fbf79ba3c0cd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover (114) Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Family Histories Description An account of the resource This collection contains family histories that have been written by residents of the Big Walnut area. Items in this collection generally contain genealogical information about the families, personal anecdotes, and images of family members. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From Horse and Buggy to the Moon Land Rover Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Bernard and Lola Dell Searles Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1995 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Book Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Still Image Text Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 31089453 Subject The topic of the resource Farris family--genealogy Jennings family--genealogy Leach family--genealogy Local History--Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury Personal narratives--Bernard Searles (1914-1999) Personal narratives--Lola Dell Jennings Searles (1915-2001) Description An account of the resource This is the family history of the Bernard and Lola Dell Searles' families. Narrated by Lola (Lolly ), she describes their childhoods, family celebrations and holidays, education and professional careers, as well as Bernard's time spent in WWII. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Community Library Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Editor Marian Whitney; Community Library, Sunbury Ohio Editor Polly Horn; Community Library, Sunbury, Ohio http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8e4b9be7925291467d1e7e75394f1db8.jpg f475ffeafcab5c8a2c0f8b10633be4b7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (1) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to cover and unnumbered page 1 of From the Beginning] From the Beginning Verna Cushman Bergandine [cover photo: Verna Cushman Bergandine] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/afcbdec0914f4c2095cf3165dc1acc08.jpg ff863baf1208c730d9fe6065b7db015f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (2) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to inside cover and unnumbered page 2 of From the Beginning] [illustration:Community Library Bookplate] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/832c8ec3406a911cc4697a8c77cbb328.jpg 7cef1abdf473aac01ebc156ef7fcef83 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (3) Description An account of the resource {corresponds to title page and unnumbered page 3 of From the Beginning] From the Beginning Verna Cushman Bergandine [photo: Verna Cushman Bergandine] Community Library 1996 Verna C. Bergandine [signature] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/993e49b47a82ce6873e142c9fbd5e30a.jpg a7ef9345b20ef1dba6b0bdf9f4188e3a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (4) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 2 of From the Beginning] Land in Champaign Co., Ohio known as the Darby Plains was purchased by parties from the New England States in 1819. After considering Hartford for the settlers from Connecticut, New Albany for the New Yorkers, the name Woodstock was chosen for so many arriving from Vermont. After a while the Yankee School District became the Woodstock School District. Five families from Connecticut came in 1819, among them William Gifford. The following year five more families joined the Colony including Harvey Cushman. These two names of early settlers are the ones that are of interest to me. Harvey Cushman was a direct descendent of Robert Cushman of London , business agent for the Pilgrims. He and wife Lucinda Bennett Sears brought their young son, four year old Franklin, with them from Massachusetts. Harvey was a man of many interests. He was a farmer, Attorney, Physician and Inn Keeper. He built the first Hotel in Woodstock. In the old History of Woodstock, I found this account. "In 1835 Harvey Cushman built a hotel on the east portion of lot 15. In those days the ceremony of of "raising" a house was attended with the consumption of vast quantities of corn whiskey. On the day that frame work of the Cushman Hotel was raised, every man present, except Sylvanus Smith, was drinking, and most were decidedly under the influence of the whiskey. When the framework was finally up, it was decided to christen the future hotel in some such manner as battleships are christened. A bottle of whiskey was provided the soberest man, who climbed to the top, took a drink of the contents, then threw the bottle, dripping its contents enroute over the building. Thus was christened the Woodstock Hotel. A heated discussion took place following the christening. Some said that hotel was spelled with one I and others insisted that two were needed. The question was referred to Sylvanus Smith, he being the only sober man in the crowd. Smith surveyed the crowd around him and rendered his decision - If this was a sample of what the hotel was to be, it should be spelled "hot-hell". It proved to be that for three or four years. Gangs of hoodlums gathered there on Saturday afternoons, staying until midnight, terrifying the people with their demoniacal yells, fighting and running horses on the street. The local residents finally put a stop to the weekly orgies. A vigilante committtee gathered many eggs and let them age in the sun. The next Saturday night when the "gang" emerged from the hotel the conspirators turned loose a volley of eggs. A man has to be pretty drunk not to resent meeting an aged egg face to face. The men in charge of the egg brigade must have had practice, for the mob beat a hasty retreat. The hotel came in for a share of the omelet, and the next morning presented a grotesque yellow appearance. The proprietor decided http://66.213.124.233/files/original/404e939f65b889d7c954a19048290a4b.jpg 01e5e0bb9f96ca2a59fca8c75dd43016 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (5) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 3 of From the Beginning] to confine his liquor sales to travelers, and the hotel became a very respectable tavern. In the early days no social gathering was fully complete and enjoyable without dancing. Several terms of Dancing School were taught in the hotel soon after it was completed. Seldom a Fourth of July or New Years passed without having a Grand Ball in the hotel ballroom on the second floor." For many year, after the hotel was no longer used for travelers, it was a private dwelling. It was torn down a few years ago, one of the oldest landmarks. In 1837 Franklin Cushman married Susan Brown Gifford, daughter of William Gifford. They had five children, Julius Jehiel, Charles Anthony, Lucy Lucinda, Warren Sibley, and Daniel Harvey. Daniel died in infancy. Franklin died in 1848 leaving the young widow to raise the children. In 1857 another New England family came to Woodstock to make their home. Samuel Standish set out from N.Y., N.Y. for Illinois with his family. Not finding that area to their liking, after three years, came back east as far as Woodstock. Samuel, a direct descendant of Miles Standish of Plymouth the first white child born on Manhattan Island, India, where his father Miles was a Methodist Missionary. There were five children in the Standish family. [insert] News from Our Files Fifty Years Ago - 1863 February 25, 1927 Sixty four years ago on the 18th day of February in the little village of Woodstock, the wedding bells rang out to announce the marriage of Charles Cushman and Julia Standish. Both are old pioneer stock. The bride, a descendent of the gruff old captain, Miles Standish, of Plymouth, was a charming vivacious member of a group of young people, who make life merry and pleasant not withstanding the dark days of the civil war that were upon the land. Charles Cushman was one of the first to enlist in 1861. Two sons, Arthur and Charles are veterans of the Spanish-American war and a grandson, Frank Cushman of the World war. They have nine living children, Mrs. George Standish, Urbana; Mrs. John McCarty, Mrs. Asa Owen, Arthur and Charles Cushman, Jr., of Woodstock; Warren Cushman, Dayton; and Frank, Julius and Jared Cushman of California. [Clipping from the Marysville Tribune] [right photo: Woodstock Hotel -1935] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/89cd1ed854336383508b49ed21956cdc.jpg 89202c9ae436a72bbdfcb8cedc04a470 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (6) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 4 of From the Beginning] Samuel, Mark, Miles, Josephine and Julia Augusta. In 1863 Julia married Charles Anthony Cushman. Up to now, I have written about some of my ancestors all of whom I had to become acquainted with through genealogies and books written about the history of the town where I was born. Now we are in the period of time when I grew up, I knew the characters in this drama. Of course I didn't know Julia Standish when she married during the Civil War, but much later when she was my grandmother I had the privilege of spending time with her. I never tired of asking questions about her journey from N.Y. in a covered wagon to the time she finally arrived in Woodstock, Ohio. She was a petite, gentile lady with a twinkle in her eye that told of her zest for life. Always busy with projects she was working on. Sewing, knitting, crocheting lace and working crossword puzzles. Always a student she was well read. She had taught school when she was 16. Of course when I knew her, she was in her declining years. She had raised her family of 13 children and knew the heartache of losing 3 of them. Harriette died of whooping cough when she was 4: Sara, at birth; and Robert died of spinal meningitis when he was 19. Arthur Garfield was her 9th child, born in 1880. He was my father. Between his Junior and Senior years in high school he enlisted in the Spanish American War along with his brother Charles. They were sent to the Everglades, Florida to train; but the war [photo lower left: Arthur G. Cushman and Charles W. Cushman - 1998] [top right photo: Julia (Standish) and Charles A. Cushman - 1928] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7854f03a91ac0b2b6fbc47537d0b3135.jpg 523aafc27b1060e29cd4e7a1bfdff891 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (7) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 5 of From the Beginning] ended before they went any farther. He was back in time to finish high school with his class of 1899. He went on to Buchtel College in Akron on a scholarship. It was Universalist College, the denomination of his church in Woodstock. One summer when he was home between classes, he was working in the General Store where he met Mary Ellen Blake from Milford Center. She was visiting a friend who insisted that she go with her to the store so she could introduce them. It was a successful attempt at match- making. They were married in 1903. Unlike growing up with relatives on the Cushman side of the family, we saw mom's family only now and then. Milford Center is 5 miles from Woodstock. In the days before cars were commonplace we occasionally went by train. I remember once when my sister and I were permitted to go by ourselves. I'm not sure what the occasion was. We spent the afternoon visiting relatives and then caught the train at 6:00 p.m. to return home. I know I kept worrying about what time it was, afraid we might miss our train. Mom's brother Uncle Johnny Blake always had a nice car and would drive over on Sunday afternoon. Grandma Blake died before I was old enough to remember her. [insert] PROGRAMME TENTH ANNUAL COMMENCEMENT OF THE Woodstock Public Schools UNIVERSALIST CHURCH ON Wednesday Evening, May 24 , '99 "Non Honores, sed Honor." Music-"On the Sea"............................................Buck Apollo Quartet Invocation........................................... Rev. Colgrove "Education"....................................Arthur Cushman "Alexander Hamilton"........................John Houser "Effects of the Late War"............Leonard Kidder "Sunshine"......................................Mabelle Kimball Music-"Gay Hearts".......................................Macy Apollo Quartette "Clara Barton"......................................Elsie Lincoln "Monuments of the Ages"..............Nelle Martin "Grant and Lee"........................Nelson McClellan Music-Jenk's Vegetable Compound........Macy Apollo Quartette "Environments"..............................Howard Sharp "Oh Why Should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud?".. .....................................................................Lena Smith "Not Honors, but Honor".................Nena Smith Music-"Ben Bolt"............................................Wiske Apollo Quartette Address........................................Hon. O.T. Corson Presentation of Diplomas Music-"Home, Sweet Home"......................Buck Apollo Quartette "Benediction"..................................Rev. Colgrove NEWS PRINT, MECHANICSBURG, O. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1cbce44d164b5cd590345e38919d538a.jpg 5ce84cf536cf276311575a8f59937319 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (8) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 6 of From the Beginning] [photo] Cushman Family Reunion - 1910 Great-Gradfather Stanish in the Center [photo] Great Grandma Wetzel's 100th Birthday Party Milford Center - 1910 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/04f6a09f4ae1a75dc249674cd134dc8c.jpg 346300911d14dff08e4125d5e24090a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (9) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 7 of From the Beginning] William Henry Blake, my grandfather came to Milford Center sometime in the 1800's He fought in the Civil War. He married Emma Parthmore who came from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania with her parents and sister, Great Aunt Hattie Parthamore. The Parthamores came to America in the 1700's. One of them fought in the Revolutionary War. This I learned from research a distant cousin had done on the Parthamore family tree. Great Grandma Wetzel lived to be 100. The picture is of her birthday party at the Blake home in Milford Center in 1919, My mother had three sisters, Carrie, Bertha, and Alice. Her Two brother Henry and John served World War I. I was born on November 14, 1914, the sixth child in a family of 11 - We were named for aunts and uncles from both my parents families. Starting with the oldest, Elsie Margaret, Robert Henry, William Howard, Bertha Lucille, Julia Virginia, Verna Louise then Susan who lived only a few days, having been born with a heart defect. Josephine Martha was next and then the three little boys as we called them when referring to them collectively, Charles Blake, John Franklin and Arthur Garfield. Naming the boys came out just right since the last one bore the name of my father. It was a very happy childhood for all of us. My father was firm but fair. The boys were kept busy with chores and work that went with his occupation. He worked for the railroad and also had a large tract of land for truck farming. The soil in that area was a rich black loam which with know how and hard work grew very good crops. He raised all kinds of vegetables for sale as well as providing a wonderful diet for the family. His hot beds in the early spring were the source of plants for most of the gardens in town. Nearly everyone had a little plot. Also tomatoes were canned in the W. G. Lincoln factory. He not only raised many of the plants for the farmers who grew them but he also produced several acres of them himself. I must not forget to mention the green beans. that is where we girls came in. I didn't mind it so much unless swimming and a picnic had been planned for the day the beans needed to be picked. then I would pray for rain, which was a little shortsighted of me, because if it rained we wouldn't be going on the picnic anyway. We girls all did babysitting and housework for some of the families for our spending money and some of our clothes. I would describe my mother as being easy going, always happy to turn the disciplining of us over to my father. We all knew instinctively the things we would probably not be allowed to do. If something came up we wanted to do that was questionable, we would first ask Mom. She would say that we'd have to ask Pop. All in all we were given much latitude, knowing that the consequences for any infractions would be ours to deal with. [photo] Charles A. and Julia Cushman - 1923 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5637e4935e83af9cd8a99addb94b2e9a.jpg 6d69a78ab1e83a987429195ef64a7df2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (10) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 8 of From the Beginning] I stared to school in 1920. Broshes, Clark, Conner, Corbett, Cushman. That was the order of seating in the first row in my class, grades one through 12. During those years things went along pretty much the same in the village also. For the most part the inhabitants were four or five generations from the early settlers. It was a thriving community, population three hundred. "Downtown Woodstock" boasted a Post Office, 2 banks, 3 groceries, hardware, drugstore, restaurant, 2 garages (one in the livery stable of days gone by), a Taxi Service (consisting of a Model T Ford Coup), Pennsylvania R.R. Station, grain elevator, family doctor, 3 churches, grade school and high school and later electric shop and furniture store. I like to think of Woodstock as I knew it. To my way of thinking just about the best place on earth! I wouldn't have changed a thing. I knew everyone I would meet on the streets and where they lived. But alas, an event over which no one had any control occurred in 1933 that was to be the beginning of the end of the town as we knew it. President Roosevelt declared a moratorium on the banks. Ours closed and never reopened. In due time the villages nearby were to profit by the commerce which formerly was done in Woodstock. The loss of the bank combined with the times of the depression resulted in business failures. After a time not even a grocery store was doing business there. [top right photo: Verna in Grade School] [bottom left photo: 1929 Back row left to right: Bill, Robert, Bertha, Mom, Julia, Pop, Verna, Elsie Front row: Josephine, Charles, John and Arthur] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/d81985ac227123e8fdfd3fd9acde2b0c.jpg 0325b92e70826748691fdf8e9ecbde59 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (11) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 9 of From the Beginning] I remember the oldest inhabitants fondly. A few of them still wore the lace trimmed high neck blouses and long dark skirts. One old gentleman still wore a long black cape when he sallied forth in winter. They were kindly folks some of whom we called Aunts and Uncles. Often times when we couldn't think of any thing to do we went to "Aunt Mayme's and Uncle Winn's" house to listen to the phonograph with the horn. We never asked; but he would ask us if we would like to hear it, knowing of course that was the reason for our visit. When I was about twelve we moved to the country. At the time my father went to farming full time. My sister Elsie moved to Columbus where she went to Ohio State University and worked part time for Ohio Bell Telephone Co. as a long distance operator. Robert was next to go to the University where he made the wrestling team. The matches were broadcast on radio. We heard them on a set with two ear phones at my uncle's house. He and my father listened and reported to us what was going on. The team traveled by train. On the return trip when they had been to Indiana or Illinois, Robert threw off a note tied to a cake of soap as they went through Woodstock on the Pennsylvania Railroad. One of the section hands would find it and bring it to our house. That created much excitement in our little town. Robert nicknamed "Shrimp", wrestled in the lightest weight class. Even if it appears that I am bragging, I must say he won most of his matches. Bill also went O.S.U. One of his courses was in Forestry. He and a friend decided to go to Montana to work in the fire season as a lookout. They did that for two summers coming back home for the winter quarter. Always an outdoors person, hunting and fishing, he decided that Montana was where he wanted to hive. He worked for many years in the Forest Service taking courses in winter at the University in Missoula. He was married there and returned to Ohio only occasionally for a visit. Bertha studied Horticulture. She also worked at Ohio Bell when she was in school. Julia and I came along in 1930 and 32 when the depression was a big factor in everything one might want to do. College was put on hold for us. After a time both of us married. I forgot my hopes of becoming a teacher. Josephine went to business school in Columbus. Charles, upon graduation left the next day for Ft. Bragg, N.C. as a Second Lieutenent in the Army. The year was 1942. John was starting his second year when Pearl Harbor was attacked. He left school and enlisted in the Marines. Arthur was the youngest and the only one at home helping run the farm. At that time my father bought a smaller farm, one that he and a hired man could manage. Art was off serving as paratrooper in the 101 st Airborne. The two older boys, although married and with families also enlisted in World War II, Robert in the Navy and Bill in the CB's. When we asked of my mother if she weren't worried with all five boys in the service, she replied, "I expect them all to come home." That says much about her wonderful way of looking of at life. Always cheerful and not wearing her innermost concerns on her sleeve. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/24522f7a13e719dbe46c3156667bafea.jpg f72b3605f525314f7ffb0ee990129e75 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (12) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 10 of From the Beginning] And now I must go back to my high school days. I always liked school and all my teachers. One I especially admired was my Music Teacher, Adah Madden. Every spring she conducted an operetta wherein all the students participated in one way or another. If not chosen for a major roll, she made chorus seem very important to the production. She knew how to get the best out of all of us. Our high school girls sextet was called upon to sing for many occasions. The one I shall never forget was a funeral. It was for a young mother who died and left six children. The funeral was held in the little tenant house where they lived. The oldest girl, about twelve, sat holding the baby. There didn't seem to be any other family members present only the distraught father and a few neighbors. Rather than sing, I felt more like crying. Somehow we managed to get through it. The man expressed his appreciation to us for our part in the service. To say the least, it was a very sobering experience for us who were usually so happy go lucky. Basketball was the highlight in winter months. When I was a freshman as a lowly substitute, I wore the bloomers and middy blouse that were handed down through the years. My oldest sister, Elsie, then Bertha and finally Julia had worn them before me. That year new suits were purchased for the first team. Julia's team was the first [photo:'28-'29 Junior Julia is second from left in front row Freshman Verna is fourth from left in second row] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/dc76746f5f4ead4f759ca261d62dce94.jpg 80cd34b49cc6f0ac1f5d7368d6fb2dd8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (13) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 11 of From the Beginning] to appear in the "shorts". They came to the knees but after being so fully clothed they seemed downright risque. How important it was to look one's best out on the floor! We rushed home from school on Friday, washed our tennis shoe strings and curled our hair with a curling iron. The iron was heated by inserting it in the chimney of a coal oil lamp. Woe to the blonde girls who turned the wick up too high! She could count on a few black streaks. No chance for me and my friends to get into the game until our sisters had graduated. Then we were the first team! My younger sister Josephine also played basketball. soon after she graduated, all the county schools dropped girl's basketball from the curriculum. [photo:The Woodstock girls Leah B. Lincoln of North Lewisburg loaned the Citizen this photograph of the Woodstock girls basketball team in their 1931-32 season. With some married names added, the first row, seated, are from left Mary Rhodes Stittings, Mildred Lucas, Verna Cushman Bergandine, Ruby Lucas, Harriet Lincoln West and Darlene Westfall Seaver. The second row from left are Winifred Clark Raff, Leah Broshes Lincoln, Coach Willis Pond, Erelene Westfall Simpson and Mary Connor Tackman.] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4e75577a6364f232548569caaee7ac5e.jpg cf2b0e35833214960a89018ad5578a4a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (14) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 12 of From the Beginning] In the summer the favorite pastime was swimming. Brush lake, located two miles, from town was the place to go. there were no swimming pools until later, consequently the young people from towns around were there frequently. We knew many of them from seeing them at events where our schools competed in sports. At any rate that was the highlight of the week when we could spend Sunday afternoon at the lake. One Sunday when I was still in high school, Julia and I met these two fellows from Marysville, Bob Orahood and Frank Bergandine. Julia and Bob were married in 1932. Frank's family lived in Union Co., starting with his Grandfather, Samuel Bergandine where in the mid eighteen hundreds he bought a farm in Allen Township. Jesse, Frank's father, was born there and married Myrtle Burroughs. Their five children were born there also. When Frank, the youngest child was three years old, they left the farm and moved to Marysville. Frank's mother's family also settled in that general area. His great grandmother Holycross lived to be 104. I didn't know Frank's father. He died in 1930. [top left photo: Brush Lake - 1929 Bert, Judy, Josephine, Verna] [top right photo: School Picnic at Darby Creek - 1930 Verna, Julia] [bottom left photo: My Last Day of School] middle right photo: Woodstock High School] ] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/424dac9233eddba5a84aa4679d429c4f.jpg 175aa5d2dc1abcfc3ee80a481b2a5fcb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (15) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 13 of From the Beginning] Frank had graduated from Marysville High in 1929. A fine athlete, he especially liked playing basketball. In his Junior and Senior years they won the district Championship. Jobs were hard to come by at that time. It so happened that the Plant Manager for the Nestle Co., Mr. Grout was an avid basketball fan. He followed the team and had gotten to know the boys. Frank applied at the Milk Plant and Mr. Grout found a place for him. That is where he was working when we were married in Dec. 1934. Julia and Bob were living in a double at the time, and we were able to rent the other side. We spent evenings playing bridge and making popcorn which came from home. Rarely could we come up with the price of a movie on the small paychecks. That summer Julia and I would be waiting with sandwiches when the boys came home from work and off to Millcreek we would go. I don't think there were any real keepers where we fished, but it was great fun. As neighbors we borrowed not only the proverbial cup of sugar from each other but anything else we needed that the other one had. I used her food grinder as often as she did. When Frank and I later moved to Sunbury, she presented me with a gift, a food grinder, a cherished possession which I still use from time to time even though I have a more up to date food processor. Annual Commencement Woodstock High School May 19, 1932 Reflections From The Operas Huffer Orchestra Invocation Mrs. Hulda Kimball The Old Refrain Kreisler Girls Senior Sextett Objectives of Education Health and Fundamental Processes Worthy Use of Leisure Winfred Clark Citizenship Mary Lininger Vesper Bells Are Ringing Van Norman Boys Senior Sextette Santus Schubert Junior High School Chorus Vocations Leah Broshes Character and Home Membership Mary Connor Nightfall In Granada Bueno High School Chorus Listen To The Lambs Dett Nash High School Chorus Goodbye Old Hi Moore Boys Senior Sexette Presentation of Class Memorial Clarence Barnette Acceptance of Memorial Harriette Lincoln Out of Dusk to you Zamenik Girls Senior Sexette Presentation of Diplomas W. V. Pond [top left photo: Frank - 1926] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/35a06fb7089559600aa40fb50eac44ca.jpg cdbec89f7d55d410cc2dedad72ac1066 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (16) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 14 of From the Beginning] In September 1935, Anne was born at home, She was delivered by Bertha's husband, Dr. Henry W. Katter of Dublin. Two weeks later Frank underwent a tonsillectomy. An operation that usually causes a very sore throat for a few days but not a long recovery. Not so with Frank. After surgery and for over a week following he continued to hemorrhage. We later learned that the excessive bleeding was caused by an abnormality known as Von Wilobrandt's Disease. Of our eight children, all but two of them also have that tendency. The Doctor came to the house many times to try and stem the bleeding with stitches in his throat. Frank was so weak from the loss of blood that it was nearly a month before he was able to be up. Had it occurred today, he would been in the hospital and would have been given transfusions. With his throat so sore from all the stitches, about the only thing he could swallow was jello. Small wonder that from time on he didn't care much for jello. Luckily, Julia and Bob were close at hand to see us through the ordeal and help with taking care of Anne. Uncle Henry came to the same address in Sept. 1937, and delivered Susie. By this time Frank was working in the Research and Control Laboratory where they were experimenting with a new product, Nescafé. By 1939 they were trying it out in the Sunbury Plant and before the year was over, were producing it there. Frank had been driving back and forth from Marysville. In April 1940 we moved to 185 Letts Avenue. [upper right photo: Anne, 7 months Old, West Second Street Marysville, Ohio - 1936] [lower left photo: Anne and Susie - 1938] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/c0baa50d6034d46e1816658f163728db.jpg 2bbf775f0bb8cea49b62a5c3e387c889 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (17) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 15 of From the Beginning] My first trip to Sunbury was very reassuring. It would be pretty hard to get a negative impression of the town when one of the first things I saw was the old Town Hall. Chuck Nettelhorst was the first person I met when he came to the house to hook up our gas stove. Mary Ellen Miller delivered milk to us. When she stopped to collect, we would always have a little chat. Louise Sheets had just opened "The Little Shoppe". When doing other errands, I would stop in for a visit with her. The shop was full of so many interesting things. Anne and Susie noticed the pretty earrings she always wore. Seeing the case full of them, they asked if she put on a new pair everyday and then put them back in the case. Luretta Day welcomed the little girls when I took them to the Methodist Sunday School. I was invited to join Search Light Club. It didn't take long for us to feel that we belonged here. Anne started School in the fall of 1941. Susie, age four, missed her very much. Several times a day she asked when Anne would be coming home. Mr Strosnider, our neighbor, was putting sidewalks in front of our house. She spent the day watching. He later told me that she had announced to him a coming event. She was wearing a pair of blue coveralls that had been Anne's. She told him she was saving hers for the brother. In April 1942 Uncle Henry came to the house once more and delivered a baby girl, instead. We named her Barbara. During Anne's first year in school she was having tonsillitis often. In the summer she had a tonsillectomy and was hospitalized for bleeding. Frank and my sister Elsie were the same blood type as hers. She had a pint from each of them. My blood went to replace a pint in the hospital blood bank. That was before the Red Cross started the blood donor program. Susie suffered the same fate as Anne when she had a tonsillectomy the following year and also needed transfusions. Same blood type, same donors. After that we decided enough was enough with tonsils. Somehow the others survived the sore throats without going through the ordeal with surgery. In Nov. 1943 , it was Dr. M. W. Livingston who came to the house and this time delivered the "brother", John Franklin. This year the Sunbury Plant received the Army Navy E. Award given for outstanding accomplishment in the war effort. Nescafé was packed in the K Rations of the armed Forces. The company, feeling the need for increased production, purchased an old Brewery in Granite City, Illinois, and converted it into a coffee plant. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9a6925014f04ac28a5c38dbae6790dfc.jpg 5d25b4a3bd93ad6be4b1110c582a1a02 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (18) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 16 of From the Beginning] Mr. E. C. Teut was the plant manger here. He left in February to start up the new facility taking Frank along as Asst. Manager. Little did we know it was to be in October before suitable housing could be found. It was a nice old house in Edwardsville, fifteen miles from Granite City. Anne had started fourth grade and Susie second grade in Sunbury. Barbara was two and half years old. John 10 months when we set out for Illinois. Once more Julia came to the rescue. She went along to help with the children and to help get us settled. I had not seen the house at 215 N. Kansas St. before the day we arrived. I was more than pleased with what I found. The neighborhood was all I could have asked for. Grade school within the block, the Presbyterian Church two doors from us and neighbors who soon became good friends. After leaving Julia at the train in St. Louis to return home, we didn't see anyone from home for more than a year, with gasoline rationing. The first Thanksgiving we invited all the Nestle "strays" who had moved there from other places and were unable to get home to be with their families Charlie joined our little group in Feb. 1946. He was born in St. Elizabeth Hospital, Granite City. Arriving about a month before he was expected, Charlie was the smallest of the children weighing in at 5 lb. 5 oz. He was more interested in sleeping than in taking in nourishment. I worried about his slow weight gain. By the time he was a month old he was awake more and hungry. He just needed a little more time to get caught up. By Christmas he was pulling himself up and walking around the play pen, [top right photo: Grandma Bergandine with Susie, John, Anne, and Barbara at 185 Letts Avenue Before We Moved To Edwardsville, Illinois - 1944] [ bottom left photo: Visit to Ohio in Summer of 1946] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/178a72098ef6363af0a97356498cd9be.jpg e8c0c600802d250601a5e7fb24a32cdf Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (19) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 17 of From the Beginning] Santa had brought John a little tool box containing saw and hammer. He discovered the rungs of the pen were easy to saw. Charlie soon the opening for his get-away. When I found him crawling around outside the pen, I confiscated the saw and pushed the pen against the wall on the side where the damage was done. To this day John is very good with the saw. His hobby is working with wood. He has turned out some beautiful pieces of furniture. One of them, a little table with cabriole legs, was made from the walnut tree that had been next to our driveway. It sits in my living room. In 1948, Mr. Teut left to start Nescafé production in another plant, and Frank was made Plant Manager. About that time he discovered that he was diabetic. With a change in his diet he was able to control it for a time without insulin. With St Louis only some 20 odd miles from Edwardsville, we were able to go there occasionally for some entertainment and shopping. The children enjoyed the zoo. [top right photo: John in Wooden Jeep Made During Wartime - 1947] [middle right photo: A trip to St. Louis for Barbara, Susie, Anna, B Orahood, Dick Orahood, and John] [bottom left photo: Charlie at Christmas - 1949] [bottom right photo: Grandma Widicus with Charlie, John, Barbara - 1947} http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b630e5cf0cfe8be50c097f288b50d5e5.jpg bf7d18f6be15d4366ffffa3012df6388 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (20) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 18 of From the Beginning] Three times during the school year, the Jr. High went by bus to hear the St Louis Symphony. Susie wanted to be first getting her money in so she would be sure to get a seat on the bus. In summer the Municipal Outdoor Theatre at Forest Park put on some very good light opera. Ice Hockey with the St. Louis Flyers and the Cardinal Baseball team were two special attractions. At the 8th grade picnic, Anne fell and injured her leg. The bone was bruised, an osteomyelitis developed. She was on penicillin and crutches for most of the summer. When she was able to walk without the crutches, she wanted to see the Cardinals play. She knew Billy Southworth in Sunbury. He was manager of the Cardinals. Before he left home for Spring Training he would stop for her when he was taking Carole to school. She and Frank waited by the dugout. It was quite a thrill for her when Billy emerged and talked to them. He was a thoroughly likeable person. When Barbara was about six years old, she and her friend Virginia Kinsman were fascinated with weddings. Virginia's father was minister of the First Presbyterian Church. He would permit the girls to quietly observe the [top left photo: Virginia Kinsman John Barbara - 1945] [top right photo: John, Barbara - 1947] [bottom right photo: Barbara with the New Look. Gone Are the Braids. Her First "Toni" Given by Her Beautician Mom - 1949] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b5b14ff5fad68d94598ca39111421586.jpg dff689ebc997f80b866dadce279ddebb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (21) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 18 of From the Beginning] ceremonies from the balcony. They took it very seriously in their Sunday best, wearing white gloves, their Easter bonnets and carrying their pocketbooks. They felt as much a part of it as if they had been invited guests seated below. The fact that I lived close to the church and was usually at home, I was occasionally called upon to witness a marriage. One day my friend and next door neighbor Lucille Harrison, asked me what was going on. She saw me hanging clothes on the line, and in a matter of minutes I was walking down the street toward the church wearing a dress, heels and lipstick. The next thing she knew I was hanging up clothes again. Seeing me at the clothesline was not unusual, in fact hanging diapers on the line was almost a daily ritual. It was the sudden departure that caused her to wonder. When Mrs. Kinsman called, not wanting to keep the bride and groom waiting, I would get there as soon as possible. Speaking of churches, the Christian church was on the other side of us. Twice during our stay in Edwardsville, young couples thinking our house to be the parsonage, rang our door bell. They asked if the minister was in. They wanted to get married. On the other side of town the Baptist Minister caused us a certain amount of involvement. His name was Boergadine. We received many of his Christmas cards and one year a lovely plant was delivered to our door with a note thinking him for burying her husband. I called the florist and told him the flower was not intended for this address. He insisted that perhaps I didn't remember the lady but he was sure that Rev. Boergadine would know her. I finally convinced him that the Bergandines lived at this address, not the Boergadines. The itinerants passing through town found our door with a certain degree of regularity. One man we particularly came to expect on Christmas morning. On this occasion and in the spirit of the day, I came up with ham and Swiss Cheese sandwiches and a few goodies that I wanted to share. It finally dawned on me the reason they knocked on my door instead of the neighbors, they too thought it was the parsonage. In September 1950, Jim was born in St. Joseph Hospital, Alton, Illinois. The other children all brought their friends home to show him off. Charlie's little friend Jamie Kinsman knocked on the door and asked if she could see the baby. Jamie was a little younger than Charlie, and he sometimes treated her as if he were a little superior. After hesitating he told her she could come in but she was not to touch the baby because he was sterilized. She was used to Charlie's rebuffs. If he told her he didn't want to come out and play, she would go home and come back the next day. [bottom right photo: Charlie, Jamie Kinsman, Jim, John Edwardsville - 1959] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/372bb88a5d07d5d14cd45920a6a86fe2.jpg 74d6a06d44f82d915a5eee4fe2ce0f3e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (22) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 20 of From the Beginning] Our good friends. Les and Leanore Marks and daughters, lived across the street. Les was a funeral director. They lived on the second floor in a large old brick Victorian house that sat way back from the street surrounded by a wrought iron fence. Once when Suzanne and Linda Marks with Susie and Barbara were playing house under one of the large evergreens, sweeping the pine needles and sending the dust flying, Susie had an attack of asthma. That night she could scarcely breath. We called the doctor. He came and gave her a shot of adrenalin and left a syringe for another dose. He recommended that we take her next day to a specialist in St. Louis which we did and also at regular intervals for about six months. The treatment worked and she has not been bothered by asthma since. The Marks girls came to our house to play when there was a funeral going on across the street. [top left photo: Back Row: Anne, Susie, Linda Marks, Barbara Front Row: Suzanne Marks, John Across the street at the Mark's in 1946] [bottom photo: Anne Susie Charlie Barbara John 1950] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/cd158491a535677c1a5d976a2b2a79a4.jpg 89986df480b9a61da23e4a2b5cb00a65 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (23) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 21 of From the Beginning] The girls had gone from Girl Scouts and Jr. High activities to band and choir in High School. Anne played French Horn which she liked all except the part about carrying the horn to and from school. The director required practice at home. It was quite a walk to the high school. It was always a keen competition for first chair between her and Tommy Reilly. Susie played clarinet in Jr. High but going into high school her interest was in choir. In the tryouts, she was one of the two freshmen to be chosen for the Acappella Choir. As we go into the year 1953, I remember it as one that tested my abilities to cope. First of all in January on a beautiful crisp Sunday morning, snow on the ground, I realized that I would be going to Alton to St. Joseph Hospital. I got the little ones ready for Sunday School and informed Anne she would be in charge until Frank returned later. The little ones did not know that I wouldn't be there when they came home. In a few hours, Frank called home and Anne was able to tell them that they had a a new baby brother, Robert Steven. In March Frank was to leave us for a time once more. The company decided rather than do a complete overhaul on the boilers in the old building in Granite City, they would close the plant. Frank returned to the Sunbury Plant. It being Anne's senior year we planned to wait till June to move. On morning in April, Susie came down stairs with a persistent pain in her side. The doctor suspicioned appendicitis and told me to take her to St Joseph Hospital. He was right. She had surgery that afternoon. All week while [top left photo: Linda Marks, Barbara, Charlie, Jim - 1951] [bottom right photo: Charlie, John , Barbara, Bob, 4 Months, Verna, and Jim Edwardsville, Illinois - 1953] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f0b03ef087333893e007d91f5f0320c7.jpg 7c7f601bbfc4df7ac85a2c49ffbf6769 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (24) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 22 of From the Beginning] she was in the hospital, I went to see her everyday. We managed to keep things going at home with a little babysitting help from my dear neighbors. Bob survived, showing no ill effects with someone feeding him and still another person burping him. My efforts then turned to getting ready for Anne's graduation. A trip to St. Louis shopping was necessary. Frank came for graduation, and we had one week to prepare for the movers. The older children weren't thrilled with leaving their friends. John had but one request. That was that our new place would have some boys to play ball with. He had had it with all the girls. I knew that there was much I would miss about Edwardsville, mainly the people; but if Frank was to be transferred anywhere, I was glad it was to return to Sunbury. Coming back to Ohio we were bringing three boys who were not with us on our trip west. Anne and Susie left by train the day before. when the big moving van pulled away from 215 N. Kansas St. and our car was packed and we were ready to leave, there was quite a group gathered around us to say goodbye and to wish us well. The Marks, Kinsmans, Harrisons and Lucille's mother Grandma Widicus and even the old bachelor, Henry Weidey. It was then that I was made aware of the great impact they had all had on our nine and a half years spent among them. We couldn't have been happier! Frank had been looking for a house in Sunbury from the time he arrived in March. It wasn't until two weeks before we were wanting to move that one became available. An elderly man had died, and his daughter barely had time to close out his belongings before we were here. She assured me that anything I wanted to do to redecorate would be fine. It was a nice old 2 story house, but it did take some doing the next few years to make it seem like home. It was on the corner of High and Harrison Sts. and yes, John got his wish. There were boys in the neighborhood. The boys soon found way to occupy their time. The girls missed their friends, and the routine they had left behind. We bought our first television set which added a new dimension to their summer. After school started Susie got a job working at the drugstore for Mr. Hill some evenings and on Saturdays. Anne started college at Otterbein only nine miles away, but after leaving her there we faced the realization that for the first time she wouldn't be coming home with us and we would just have to get used to it. To close a very busy and eventful year my parents celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary on Christmas Day 1953, with all of their ten children and their spouses. I was especially glad to be back home in Ohio and able to visit them a few more http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0c458a16856deaf0d3c72272b13e6d8e.jpg dacccce0c6ac8527b841f6c57c899e66 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (25) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 23 of From the Beginning] times in Woodstock before my father died in March, 1954, after surgery for cancer. In the spring John, age 9, was operated on at Grant Hospital for appendicitis. Running true to form he also had prolonged bleeding after surgery. The pattern seemed to be that it took just so long for the bleeding to stop no matter what measures were taken. What a relief it was when finally there were no more episodes, and he was able to come home. By the end of the year we were back nto the swing of things. With all the familiar faces at P.T.A., church and Searchlight Club, it was almost as if we had never left Sunbury. Anne took a summer job at Lazarus, leaving town each morning on the Greyhound Bus to Columbus at 7:00 and returning in the evening at 6:30. The boys playing in the neighborhood knew when they heard the Nestlé whistle that it was 12:00, time for them to be home, hands washed and ready for lunch when their father would be home. [left top photo: Golden Wedding - 1958] [top right photo: Mom and Pop - 1942] [bottom right photo: In Marysville at Aunt Judy's - 1953 Bob is 6 Months] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e59bda87a41ffff182921a6a1da6739c.jpg 6477c8dee13aedabb4a7159a3030fef7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (26) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 24 of From the Beginning] In December Frank celebrated his 25th year with the company. He and I left by train from Columbus at 9:30 p.m. and arrived at Grand Central station, N.Y. at 7:30 next morning. We stayed at the Roosevelt Hotel. Frank had been to N.Y. several times on business, but this was my first trip and what a grand time of year to see the City! To say that it was decorated for the holidays was an understatement. We were met by one of the men from the corporate office from the Manufacturing Dept. who frequently visited the Sunbury Plant, and each day another couple, acted as our hosts to show us the city. The first day we visited the United Nations, then had lunch at the Rockefeller Plaza looking out at the skaters and the huge decorated Christmas Tree. The view of the city from the top of the Empire State Building minimized the size of everything below. Another time we had dinner at the Stork Club. Sherman Billingsley, the owner seated at a table near us, recognized the couple who was with us and had a bottle of Champagne sent to our table with his compliments. After we saw the play, "Can Can" with the original cast. Guy Lombardo was celebrating his 25th year playing at the Roosevelt Grill. We dined and danced to his music with the Warren Bullocks and Harold Colvins. The last evening we were in N.Y. we attended the Annual Christmas Party at Glenn Island Casino. It was a large affair with 600 guests, [photo: Nestle Christmas Party in 1954 at Glenn Island Casino, New York} http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bc029d6379df07c5bae39072bacdaf1c.jpg 9ffefb3c543469b72741c9667f99d3a7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (27) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 25 of From the Beginning] the office staff and their spouses. We were seated next to the President, Mr. Dan Notion. It was than that Frank was recognized for his 25 years of service and presented with a gold watch. I have been to N. Y. several times and always enjoyed it but this trip I remember best, five days of pure fun and excitement. We arrived home on the 17th with just enough time to make ready for Santa Caus. I am indebted to my mother. She stayed with the children so that I could go with Frank and also Julia who took Bob, who was not quite two years old. Susie graduated from high school in 1955. Her interest was always in music. In the fall she started at Ohio University. By the end of the first semester she was disappointed in the the music program. She came home and the following year enrolled at O.S.U. About that time when Jim was in the first grade our neighbor, an old gentleman whose name escapes me, died. the previous summer when he was sitting on his porch, Jim and Bob would go over and talk to him. I answered Jim's questions about the funeral and burial and also added that his soul went to heaven. Later I heard Jim explaining it all to Bob who didn't understand about how he was to get to heaven. Jim gave it some serious thought and then said, "They just take the gravity off." Bob said, "Oh". We lost two of our family members in 1956. Grandma Bergandine died in August, having lived to be 78 years old. She was in a wheel chair the last few years. always a joy to be with, the children loved it when she came to visit. In spite of all the commotion that was ever present, ours was the place she enjoyed the most. My sister Elsie Bowerman died the 26th of December. She was 52 years old. She had been wanting ice skates and found a pair under the tree that Christmas. She and her two daughters, who were students O.S.U. went to the skating rink the next evening. She had no sooner started skating when she fell to the ice and was gone almost immediately of an aneurysm in the brain. Elsie was a Phys. E. Major in college and always excelled in sports. She was captain of her basketball team and was an excellent swimmer. Our holidays ended on a very sad note. [photo: Sisters Bertha, Julia, Verna, Mom, Josephine, Elsie Memorial Day -1955] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a8eac62ca9a7fe0260dd3ac5d3b50395.jpg 9a33da98d5926523b7163d63d654907f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (28) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 26 of From the Beginning] Barbara went with members of the Big Walnut Choir to a summer camp at Westminster Choir College in Princeton, New Jersey. She returned home to find that another brother had taken up residence with us. Jeffrey Miles was born on August 5th, 1957 , at White Cross Hospital. Frank had scarcely returned home from White Cross when it was necessary to take Susie to University Hospital. She had had a wisdom tooth pulled several weeks before. There had been some bleeding from time to time, but at this point it continued to bleed in earnest. The eight days that I was required to be in the hospital, Frank went from seeing mother and child to being with Susie while the bleeding continued. Her face swollen with the huge clot that formed. Doctors were undecided as to what should be done as this was most unusual. Finally they did remove the clot and a day after Frank brought Jeff and me home, Susie was able to come home. Having had so many shots she needed a pillow to be able to sit at the kitchen table. Frank was glad to have us all around the kitchen table after eight days of shuttling back and forth between hospitals and the anxious moments he went through with Susie. I laid Jeffrey on the davenport when we came home. Bob was four and a half at the time and remembers running in to check on Jeff several times while we were having lunch. He was fascinated with the little newcomer. Up until now he had been the center of attention. [top right photo: Jeff Gets a Bath on Christmas Morning - 1957] [middle left photo: Bob, John, Jim, Charlie - Christmas 1957] [bottom right photo: Jeff Playing John's Drums] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/20895fdce5bdb9b2a714b7c46ecb19a6.jpg 327d0eff8a1c71c00831a01f5cdde220 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (29) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 27 of From the Beginning] Many exciting events were to come in the next few years. Anne graduated from O.S.U. in June, 1958, and went to Elyria in the fall to teach 4th grade. Outside at recess with the class, she fell on the ice and broke her arm. Unfortunately, being left handed it was her left arm. Bob started to school in 1959. Jeffrey was asked what he would do now that Bob was in School. He said, "I pay wid Wayme". Rayme Saunders was a neighbor and friend of Bob. Once again I was left with just one little one at home till my boys in grade school came trooping home at noon for lunch with their father. Frank was offered the Nestlé Plant in Freehold, N. Jersey to manage. It was presented in a way that left Frank to decide. The opening there came up and since it was a larger plant, they told him it was his if he wanted it. It would have had some advantages at this time. It was actually Barbara who made the decision final for him when she said, "Money isn't everything, Dad." with a pleading look that was not possible for Frank to ignore. [top right photo: Queen Barbara and Her Court at Homecoming - 1958 Her Football Escort Duncan Whitney to Her Left] [middle left photo: Bob, First Grade] [middle right photo: Bob sharing Cake on His 6th Birthday with Neighborhood Friends Left to Right: Jim, Amy Stockwell, Bob, Doug Crowl, Mary Ault, Jeff Tom Crowl, Tom Ruthg, Booby Chaffin] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2e99ccd67743c1d837b46cdf6fa1fc5f.jpg f8b0eab3d9b98b1c5164b1033bc8217e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (30) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 28 of From the Beginning] [top left photo: Jim and Bob Sunday School bound in 1958] [top right photo: The Boys in New Christmas Sweats - 1959] [middle photo: Bob, Frank, Jeff, Verna, John, Barbara, Anne, Susie, Charlie January 2, 1959] [bottom left photo: Bob, Jeff at Aunt Judy's 1960] [bottom right photo: Jeff First Grade] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bef6389ce9e9a440512d66e264170a92.jpg 59ca3154b859d150b7710fa72f5d4a4e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (31) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 29 of From the Beginning] Sunbury Plant was their Research Plant and Frank was told that this was the decision they had hoped would make. sometimes it took a balancing act to meet production demands and also work out scheduling trial runs for the Laboratory. It required cooperation and the company appreciated Frank's ability to make things run smoothly. In March 1960, Susie graduated from O.S.U. She started teaching Music at Bellville in the fall. We had two graduates that year with Barbara from Big Walnut. That fall she started at O.S.U. John was next to graduate in 1961. He also went to O.S.U. Over the next three years there were three weddings. First Susie to Ed O'Bryan in April 1961; Anne to Larry Stockert in July, 1962; and John and Polly Reynolds in January, 1963. A rather sudden change in the household. Although Anne and Susie were at home only summers, it was not the same without them. John had driven to school from home, and his absence was felt even more. Frank and I were given a three week cruise to the Caribbean by the Nestle Co. As we were basking in the sun from one island to the other we learned on the ship's daily newspaper of the extreme cold in Columbus, Ohio - 25 degrees below zero. Our itinerary included stops at San Juan, St Thomas, St. Lucia, Nevis, St Kitts and Barbados. Always when we went ashore the natives greeting us with music from their steel bands. We left the ship at Port of Spain., Trinidad, the hottest place I have ever been, to spend three nights there with the Nestlé people hosting our stay and showing us around the island. After a picnic on the beach Frank had a case of sun poisoning with swollen hands so that he had to call off a golf game scheduled for the next day. By contrast, coming into the hotel out of the sun, the lobby was so cold it almost made your teeth chatter. The one main road on the island was built by the G. I.'s. during World War II. [photo: Frank in Nestlé's News - May 1961] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/066043f0c5536a8b4eb007ed830a19d2.jpg c7663da688c3c9d149c1d7d53440b737 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (32) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 30 of From the Beginning] We flew from Trinidad to Kingston, Jamaica. The Director of Nestlé Operations, Mr. Hay, an Englishman, met us; and he and his wife showed us many interesting places the three days we spent there. The Straw Market and a visit to the Governor's Rose Gardens were some of the places. Mrs. Hay was a good friend of the Governor's wife. I didn't get to meet her as she was as they say, "On holiday in England." I must say that roses do beautifully in Jamaica, but then the climate is ideal for both roses and people. One evening the Nestlé driver drove us and Mr. and Mrs. Hay to Blue Mt. Inn for dinner. Our table was before a fire on the hearth and dessert was the famous strawberries grown on the hillside. I remember Arthur Godfrey on his radio show telling about his experience there and commenting on how great the strawberries were. He was right! Mr. Hay showed Frank some of the Nestlé facilities. Our stay in Kingston went very fast and next we were driven about 3 hours to the northern shore to Ocho Rios where we stayed three more days at the Plantation Inn. One thing I noticed on all the islands where we had dinner, it was always served in the open under the stars. Their insect control must have been very effective because I never saw a fly or mosquito which always seem to want to share in the fun on our outdoor events here. At ocho Rios on the beach I polished off my already very deep suntan. In fact when all the kids came to the airport to meet us, they recognized Frank as we came down the steps of the plane; but they wondered who he had brought back with him. [photo: Ocho Rios, Jamaica - 1963] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a5466e581fef09a1dd13c36a8604de6f.jpg 7bc92b93d2e995eec260c9206e55240a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (33) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 31 of From the Beginning] We were driven to Montego Bay where we took a plane to Miami and on home by evening. Susie and Ed and one month old Christopher stayed with the children while we were gone. It was at this time we bought my first clothes dryer. With all my eight children, it had to be my first grandchild whose diapers were dried in it. Of all the housewifely duties I performed through the years, I think I enjoyed washing most and that included hanging clothes on the line. However, I soon realized the dryer was a better way. I wondered how many miles of clothesline full of socks I had fastened to the line with clothespins. The Surgeon General of the United States came on T.V. with the long awaited announcement of the findings of the Cancer Society on the direct connection between smoking and lung cancer. The date was Saturday Jan. 11, 1964. Frank and I had decided before hand that if what he had to say was bad news we would give up the habit. It was bad news, and we did not buy any more cigarettes. With only ten left in the house we made them last till Monday morning, and that was it! Frank had taken up smoking out of boredom in 1944 when he was in Illinois for several months with the family. Later in 1949, I decided to give it a try, being convinced by the advertising that claimed if you only "reach for a Lucky instead of a sweet" maybe I could lose a few pounds. Trouble was there would be days go by that I would forget to smoke. Finally I learned to enjoy them. Most of my friends had smoked for years, but I had had no desire to try it. Smoking was never spoken of as being harmful to health. At least people now are fully informed about why they should not smoke. It took two weeks before I didn't want a cigarette. I started new projects that would keep my mind and hands occupied. Frank's battle with kicking the habit required much more strength of character as he was surrounded by smokers everyday. Charlie was next to graduate from high school. The following February on Valentine's Day, he was struck by a car on the square in Galena. He had stopped his car and had gone around behind it when a classmate thinking to give Charlie a scare pulled in toward him. Charlie looked up to see headlights in his eyes and at that moment was pinned between the two cars. Obviously the boy's judgement in executing the prank was faulty to say the least. On impact Charlie's car was pushed up the incline onto the grass on the other side of the sidewalk. His glasses and shoes were found several feet away. Deep cuts in both legs, one to the bone continued to bleed for several day. Many blood transfusions were required. He didn't lack for donors. Friends came forth to offer their blood for him. It was nip and tuck for a time before the bleeding stopped. It http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1c08dc3b2dc9c95e1b313d5809da8441.jpg df7a360e9af22dbf5eccb8766fc3f28e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (34) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 32 of From the Beginning] was three weeks before he was able to come home from Riverside Hospital. I++t took a little time before his legs wanted to function as usual. I remember him telling how scarry it was the first time he started across the street downtown with the green light and hoping to get there before the light changed. In March 1966 my mother died. She was 82 and until the last few months had always been well and very active. Flowers in her garden was her delight in summer. Always a fresh bowl of sweet peas on her kitchen table. "The way to keep them blooming is to pick them everyday", she said. All my sisters and I enjoyed gardening as much as she did. She had the advantage of having rich black loam soil which didn't require as much coaxing to get the best results. A little manure from the barn and her dahlias, gladiolas and asters, which she called fall roses, were real prize winners. Anyone who stopped by always left with and armful of whatever was ready in her garden. I think that describes her best. Her generosity was seen in all her actions. She said, "I enjoy them more if others have some of them, too". When the children were small and I had little time for flowers I was content with the offerings the little boys brought to me. I probably had the first dandelions and violets spotted in the neighborhood. How pleased they were when I made a fuss over their bouquets and would look for just the right glass to hold their little short stems! We started our new house at 217 High St. in August. It can honestly be said that this house was "built upon a rock." It took several days to dig the basement with a bulldozer and truckloads of rocks were hauled away. We moved in on the 15th of December, 1966. Only the three younger boys were at home. Charlie did not move with us as he and Cheryl Saunders were married a few days [upper right photo: Mom at Her 80th Birthday Party April 16, 1964] [bottom right photo: Digging the Basement at 217 High Street - August 1966] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/cbd71ed8f652a177140c706403839d0c.jpg f22a33cfc6e93714eb0dd3249cfe0fe0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (35) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 33 of From the Beginning] before. It was an exciting time to be settled in the new house and have the children and grandchildren here for Christmas that first year. The large family room in basement was more than adequate. Barbara and Duncan weren't able to be with us until the next day. She was working in the University Hospital in Charlottesville, Va. where Duncan was in law school at the University. We were glad to have them for a few days after Christmas. The next two years were busy ones for Frank. A new product has many problems to solve before the first batch comes off the line. Several engineers were hired to get the equipment ready with the bugs ironed out before Tasters' Choice, a freeze dried instant coffee was in production. Heavily insulated suits and boots were required for the workers in the "Cold Room". The men spent a limited amount of time on that detail because of the extreme low temperature before they were relieved by the next shift. The Sunbury Plant produced the first Nescafé in 1939, Nestea in 1946 and now in 1968 Taster's Choice made it's debut on the market. In 1969 Jim graduated from Big Walnut then started school at C. I. T. Bob in 1971 and on to O. S. U. When Jim and Julia Dudas were married it was just Bob and Jeff at home. The sun did not set on the day of the wedding before Bob had moved all his belongings from the room he had shared with Jeff into Jim's room. Bob looked at the wedding not so much as losing a brother around the house but as a joyous occasion when he acquired his own room. The feeling was mutual as Jeff expressed much satisfaction in having his own space, also. Jeff was the last to graduate from Big Walnut. From Sept. 1941 when Anne started to school it was 34 years of contact with the schools. I had mixed emotions with it all coming to an end. No more PTA. When 7th and 8th grades were in Galena Building it meant membership in two of them. Always room mother for one of the children, programs to attend when on of the children performed, Band, boosters and so many other reasons to be involved. Almost half my life to that point keeping schedules and seeing that the children of all ages were where they were supposed to be and on time. Not only grade school but also high school and college to say nothing of always a little one keeping me company at home until Jeff started to school. And now looking back over the years that were so important to me, I have to think that I must have been about the happiest person alive in all this tangled web of activity that some how seemed perfectly normal to me at the time. I suppose one can say that from this phase of my life I had arrived at retirement the same year that Frank retired from the Nestlé Co. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f026976f7b47a5e3bd175082fa7dd375.jpg ff3d68025a4ed2a85edc55367025522c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (36) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 34 of From the Beginning] [top left photo: Anne - '53] [top middle photo: Susie '55] [top right photo : Barbara '60] [ middle left photo: John '61] GRADS [middle right photo: Charlie '64] [bottom left photo: Jim '69] [bottom middle photo: Bob '71] [bottom right photo: Jeff '75] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e5db17c898c31499f1d4e27c580f138f.jpg 1ed537383b1a8ddd60312710d2b1cbd0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (37) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 35 of From the Beginning] Blue Chip Profile Sunbury Executive Heads Two Organizations Frank D Bergandine heads up two large organizations in nearby Sunbury, Ohio: his family with eight children and 11 grandchildren and the Nestle Co. Inc. plant of 240 employes. Bergandine, 63, has been Nestle plant manager since 1953. He stands as Sunbury's leading industrialist. On average the company employs one of every nine Sunbury residents. In former years, soft-spoken Bergandine has served as president of Sunbury Lion's Club, which another businessman said is as close to a chamber of commerce as the town has, and the Big Walnut Band Boosters Association. He and Verna, his wife, served on the committee that coordinated Sunbury's sesquicentennial celebration in 1966. Mrs. Bergandine is the former Verna Cushman of Woodstock in Champaign County. She a former president of Sunbury PTA and now serves on the official board of Sunbury United Methodist Church. A lot of Bergadine's leisure time goes to golf. He is a member of Sunbury and Blackhawk golf clubs. AS OF TODAY, Bergandine has been with Nestle exactly 44 years. It was in 1929 that he took a factory job at Nestle's plant in Marysville. He had worked two months before that for Scott Seed Co. after graduation from Marysville High School. He worked in production five years, then spent four more in the control and research laboratory. In 1940, Bergandine was transferred to Sunbury in charge of the plant's laboratory. Four years passed and when Nestle opened a plant in Granite City, Ill., Bergandine went there as assistant plant manger, becoming manager in 1947. He returned to Sunbury as plant manager six years later. Four of the Bergandine children are graduates of Ohio State University and fifth is a junior there now. THE NESTLE Co. has owned the plant since 1918, when Nestle's only business was milk products. Until that year , the plant was the Sunbury Creamery, founded circa 1895. Nestle, whose parent company is headquartered in Bevy, Switzerland, has corporate U.S. offices in White Plains, N.Y. Since 1967, when major rebuilding was done at the plant, main product from Sunbury has been freeze-dried, instant coffee. Bergandine said the process was developed for production between staffs at Sunbury and Marysville Nestle plants and was an industry first. Bergandine said the facility, in 1939, started the first successful, commercial production of instant coffee, a lot of which went into Army K rations during World War II, and its instant tea was probably first in the industry. BESIDES FREEZE-dried coffee, the operation today produces a non-dairy creamer and fills containers with some products shipped from other company plants. Coffee beans for the plant come from abroad. But Bergandine gets questions about producing his own. A seven-foot tall coffee tree, given to him as a seedling by an employee, is nearing the ceiling of his paneled office. (R. N. Moore) [photo: F. D. Bergandine] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/54881a1df5b783e77b35feaa5b58b69b.jpg 29ee0b7bd1d5c47fd3b2879df61a0c45 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (38) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 36 of From the Beginning] In Retirement [top left photo: 1975] [middle right photo: Nestlé Quarter Century Party 1976] [bottom left photo: Frank in Nestlé Golf Tournament 1978] [bottom right photo: Two Nestlé Men Frank and Jeff] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a5363f6a6632de7a59c6be5ae8be5c1f.jpg 8dfc44a2a07220f6f30df514f33f1381 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (39) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 37 of From the Beginning] Jeff was off to O.S.U. where he made the Marching Band and had the thrill of playing at the Rose Bowl. We were off to Europe on a three week tour which the Nestlé Co. provided for Frank's 46 years of service. Our itinerary was planned to the smallest detail. We knew before we left home where we would be and which of our Nestlé friends would be showing us the sights in each country. When the men from the plants in Europe visited the U.S. they always spent some time in Sunbury, it being their experimental plant. Our first stop was London. We arrived there a day before our luggage. Luckily our carry on bags contained all the essentials. They delivered our bags to the hotel the next morning. In London Don and Patricia Cunliffe were our hosts. Don was Plant Manager at the Hayes Factory. Patricia had accompanied him the summer before on his visit to the U.S. and they spent several days in Sunbury. They were very gracious and one evening invited their close friends to join us for dinner at their home. For sightseeing a tour guide picked us all up in her car every morning for the day's agenda of places we wanted to visit, then back to the hotel to dress for dinner. Near the end of our stay, I jokingly said to Patricia that I thought the English had taken a bum wrap from some who accused them of eating only roast beef an boiled potatoes. She asked me if I had not noticed that we had dined each evening in French restaurants known for their fine cuisine. At any rate, there were no complaints about the fare. Frank and Patricia managed a game of golf. Neither Don nor I are golfers so we dropped them off at the Country Club and with their six year old son, Adam, he and I toured a couple of very old churches in the country side near by. One of them was [photo inserted into article: Frank D. Bergandine] Nestle Plant Manager Retires After 46 Years of Service Frank D. Bergandine, who has been plant manager of The Nestle Company's soluble coffee plant at Sunbury for the past 22 years will retire Sept. 1. He has been with Nestle a total of 46 years and during that time became involved in the production of many Nestle's " firsts" which have positioned the company as a major soluble coffee and tea manufacturer. Bergandine started as a general factory worker in 1929 at Nestle's Marysville plant which at the time made condensed and evaporated milk and milk powders. In 1935 he joined the plant's Quality Control Research Laboratory. Five years later he was promoted to supervisor of both the laboratory and of manufacturing at the Sunbury plant, which had been built in 1939 for the first manufacture of Nescafe. Since then this product has become the world's largest selling brand of instant coffee in the world. When Nestle build a new plant at Granite City. Ill., in 1943 to produce Nescafe instant coffee for World War II armed forces, Bergandine first became its assistant plant manger in 1944 and then plant manager in 1947. Bergandine returned to Sunbury in 1953 to take over as plant manager, and was responsible for the first US manufacture of Taster's Choice freeze-dried coffee in the 1960's. This is now the top-selling freeze dried coffee in the country. And he also managed the first production of Taster's Choice Decaffeinated in 1971, now the leading brand of decaffeinated freeze dried coffee in the country. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2241ff19abecce0d2b2bf440ab9c3073.jpg e1f5c3360d0b1df24ee17cc3f94d914f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (40) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 38 of From the Beginning] 500 years old, made of stone and still in use. The graveyard was interesting with the old tombstones, one of them was Sir Thomas Moore, author of "Ellegy, Written in a Country Courtyard". This being the Sunday for Celebration of the Harvest, the altar was laden with produce and according to tradition was to be distributed among the widows of the Parish. I remember fondly the beautiful countryside and the little hamlets we drove through on that day in the fall of 1975. When it was time to bid farewell to England we left from New Haven where we boarded the boat to take us across the channel to Dieppe, France. By the time we were settled in the hotel I began having a strange feeling in my chest. It didn't get any better and by 10:00 o'clock Frank called the desk and asked for a Doctor. There was a decided communication gap between his English and my French but he decided a shot of valium was needed. It must have been a strong dose because I was in slow motion for a couple of days. However the pain left and I managed to get dressed and accompany Frank to lunch the next day which had been planned for us with the management of the Nestlé Plant. The French really know how to entertain. I was sorry I couldn't show a little more enthusiasm at the five course luncheon. The best I could manage was a few nibbles. They served a different wine with each course and were very hospitable and entertaining. They took me back to my room and I slept all afternoon and most of the next day. The following day we left by train for Paris. I had to leave Dieppe with exploring the town and sights nearby. We were met at the station by a gentleman we didn't know but he and Frank had mutual friends in the company. He was very helpful in getting us settled in our hotel and then took us to dinner. The next evening he and his wife accompanied us to dinner, at the Eiffel Tower. We spent almost an entire day at the Louvre. It was only a block from the Concorde Louvre Hotel where we were staying. I was getting awfully tired but I thought the chance that I might pass that way again was nil and I just had to see as much as I possibly could. Another evening we went to the Lido for dinner and saw a show that was a real extravaganza. The tables were arranged around the stage on three sides. The show opened with cowboys riding horses racing down the center stage for a wild west act. Then the floor changed to ice and the skaters put on a show. A desert scene with camels and veiled women entertained. Topless dancers descended the stairs with their ornate headdresses of feathers so tall that it looked as if it were a real feat for the girls to keep from toppling over. Another day of sightseeing in Paris and then we left from Orly Field for Barcelona, Spain. We were met by Juan Roccomora. I saw this handsome man standing alone, I told Frank that he was was our host. Frank said, "What makes you thing so?' I told http://66.213.124.233/files/original/f1c71fdd9890dc000837fb7acfb6fe3d.jpg 2817d7adfe7e94bcf8374b86b028a68c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (41) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 39 of From the Beginning] him that he was definitely a Spaniard and he was looking for someone. When our eyes met he came forward and asked if we were the Bergandines. From that moment he was in charge of seeing to it that our stay in Barcelona was most enjoyable. He and his wife Carmen picked us up each morning at the Diplomat Hotel and we were off for the day. Along the Costa Brava we stopped at a little Inn and had a fisherman's lunch. Traveling in another direction along the Mediterranean the scenery was spectacular against the deep blue of the water. In Barcelona Harbor we saw Christopher Columbus pointing west and the Castle where Queen Isabella knighted him on his return from his voyage to the New World. The Roccomoras planned to visit the U.S. in 1977 to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. To prepare for it Carmen and their two teenage sons were being tutored in English. When we rode along together in the back seat on our tours Carmen would ask me to repeat words so she could hear me pronounce them. She said her teacher was good but when she spoke in English it still sounded like Spanish. We looked forward to seeing them again and for the opportunity to show them around our area. Unfortunately about a year after we had seen them we received a letter from Juan saying Carmen had died of cancer. Although our acquaintance with them was of short duration they lift a lasting impression with us. Our next stop was Nice, France where we spent a couple of nights along the Riviera. Then on to Geneva, Switzerland. The old hotel where we stayed in Vevey, the Trois Couronnes, had quite a history. Built on Lake Leman in 1840 on the site of a 13th Century Castle, it boasted a roster of guests that contained names of crowned heads of governments as well as many important travelers. On leaving we were presented with a book from the hotel containing pictures and signatures of many of them. One of them was Paderewski shown practicing on one of the grand pianos in the ballroom for a music festival in 1913. The scenes that met the eye from our window was one I am not likely to forget. In the distance the misty Alps majestically pointed skyward changing reflections on the lake as the sun changed positions throughout the day. The first evening we were there Dr. Carl Angst, head of the Nestlé Co., drove us to a quaint Mountain Inn for dinner. Saddle of deer was the specialty that evening - a new taste for me which I thought was quite good. The next few days we spent touring the countryside with different hosts stopping at places of interest. One day at a very high elevation we came to Gruyere Castle. looking down at the valley below at the cattle and goats, their tinkling bells playing a tune as they grazed on the hillside is the picture that comes to my mind when I think of Switzerland. We had lunch in a little restaurant on a road leading up to the castle. We chose the http://66.213.124.233/files/original/25a87a5f40fa899254a57c82468e7458.jpg 15c56694bd1a239af83f816c27efc32f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (42) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 40 of From the Beginning] one that offered only a Swiss Menu. A slab of Gruyere Cheese on a toaster of sorts was placed on the table from which we scraped slightly melted cheese onto the smallest of red potatoes, boiled with the skins on, and served with small sweet gherkins, delicious hot bread and butter, strawberries and cream and of course wine. The cheese was made in the village nearby and was out of this world. We visited the large Corporate Office of the worldwide Nestlé Co. Frank, having spent his entire working life in it's service, really enjoyed seeing where the important decisions were made that were responsible for all it's fine products. To top off Frank's enjoyment of our visit Switzerland, Dr. Angst had arranged for a game of golf on our last day. Unfortunately it rained the entire day. We left for Rome that evening with a rain check for a game at Black Hawk on his next trip to Sunbury. We spent the last two days of our tour viewing the ruins of the Ancient City, many of which I recognized from pictures in my Latin book. I mention this because my teacher, Miss Hunter, had been to Rome and enjoyed telling the class about what she had seen. When our translation had to do with a particular building we would ask the right questions we could get her started on that. We always expressed a great interest in learning how it was. That reduced the time for translation. If we really hadn't studied our vocabulary for the day we didn't have to expose our lack of preparedness. Miss Hunter was near retirement age and was probably on to our scheme but she was a good sport and made Latin more interesting. It happened that we were there on Sunday and on the visit to the Vatican we saw the Pope making his appearance from the window and blessing the huge crowds of people. And Miss Hunter, whenever you are, I do thank you for whetting my interest in Rome with your stories. I enjoyed seeing the Old Colosseum and could picture in my mind all the events that took place when Julius Caesar watched from the stands. Veni, vidi, vici - We left for home with the feeling that I came, I saw, I conquered. As I write this account of our trip I like to remember all the wonderful sights we enjoyed and the hospitality that was shown us where ever we went. And now back home in Sunbury with the laundry and mail caught up I decided I had better go see Dr. M. W. Liningston about why I wasn't feeling just right. He took an Electrocardiogram. He told me I had had a heart attack and that I should go home and do nothing. Frank took over with the house hold chores. I went in for tests at regular intervals and by April the Electrocardiograms showed much improvement and there didn't seem to be any damage to my heart. As soon as possible I started walking and have continued ever since. It has become so much a part of my early http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2ffea66d2f48a2890b906c19a7a36951.jpg c42fc5b309338240e256a72037a08dba Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (43) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 41 of From the Beginning] morning routine that I hate it when the weather is bad. Annette Roberts comes along at 6:30 and our route takes us about 2 miles. When Judy Morris was living she joined us on Greenbrier and the three of us solved many of the world's problems in our discussions as we walked along. We both lost a dear friend. The Bicentennial year was celebrated with several events. One of them was a Tour of Homes sponsored by the Community Library Friends. Six homes were open to the public as a fund raiser on May 16, 1976. From 1 to 6 p.m. over 500 signatures were recorded in the guest book at our house. At this writing we are coming upon Memorial Day which has always loomed large in my life experience. From the time we were children old enough to walk from the church to the cemetery, we formed lines behind my father and Uncle Charlie. With flowers handed us by the women of the church we followed up the hill and hunted a grave with the little American flag on it to lay them on. My father, after seeing to it that no soldier's gave was missed, led us to the spot where one of our leading citizens would tell us why we should always honor our men who served their country. The band that played as we started out in step to the cadence of the drum beat consisted of three old men playing fife, bugle and drum. To this day when I hear the music of a drum and bugle corp I fancy myself in my best summer dress and black patent leather slippers - bouquet in hand. With the exception of the years when I had children in the Big Walnut High School Band, I have always gone "Over home" for Memorial Day. During World War II with the railroad running along beside the cemetery, the speaker and special music always had to stop and wait for trains to to pass, sometimes twice what with all the hauling by rail for the war effort. A large monument stands in the Woodstock Cemetery since 1895. It was built by my great uncle, Warren S. Cushman to commemorate the family and all the men who volunteered in the Civil War from Woodstock. Names of 140 soldiers are etched on a scroll on one side where above them the sculptor's profile is shown with his bugle. He was the company bugler. On the base of the monument are carved the three main branches on the family tree- Cushman, Hewitt and Gifford. On one end is Julius Cushman, brother of the artist in a military fatigue uniform. He was the first Woodcock soldier to die in battle. Beside the scroll of names is the third brother, Charles Anthony, one of the first to enlist in 1861. Warren stands beside the family history on the other side. Members of Woodstock families who have long since moved away come back to see their soldiers names carved on the monument. Time and weather have not been kind to the Portland Cement from which it was made. It has required constant repair to fill the cracks by the artist's two great grand daughters. A few years ago my brother and cousin Bailey Cushman replaced the time worn names in the cement with marble slabs which will be there for time to come. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/aa12de0ebb6a92e4f8d24331a51a0c63.jpg ef4b37e5f467ebf650027dc8bba3b0a5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (44) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 42 of From the Beginning] A word about the artist. He was born in 1844, died in 1926 with over 1000 paintings to his credit. He studied at the Corchoran Art Gallery in Washington, D.C. His portrait of President Rutherford B. Hayes was hung in the Nation's capitol. He exhibited "Spanish Dancing Girls" at the World's fair in Chicago in 1893. The painting later sold for $10,000. Each year at the cemetery on Memorial Day half of the people I see are relatives although none of them reside in Woodstock anymore. There are only two houses where I can name the residents. My sisters and I join my brother in Mechanicsburg for a potluck at noon. In July there is a much larger reunion at Goshen Park and this year we will celebrate Robert's 90th birthday. He is the Patriarch of the family. The tradition of reunion started with the first families of Cushman, Hewett and Gifford. Now it is only the Cushmans who are within range and some of them come from quite a distance. In 1979 we attended Frank's 50th High School alumni Banquet in Marysville. His class was one of those exceptional classes of students that produced several good athletes as well as many strong ties of friendships that continued through the years. His High School Principal, Miss Fern Mills was present, ninety years old at the time, and his baseball coach, Whitney Dutton. It was quite a party that prompted Miss Mills to comment that she was gad to see that nothing had changed their behavior. In 1982. I had another slight heart attack and this time was advised to have an angiogram. It showed a complete blockage of a small artery and also evidence of the [photo: Cushman, Hewitt, Gifford Monument in Woodstock Cemetery] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bd0f131aad42265858caa881eff42e82.jpg 981f82baa2cdc2da698ef6fce134fa32 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (45) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 43 of From the Beginning] one suffered in 1975 on a main artery. Medication was prescribed which I have taken even since. Frank had an angiogram two weeks after mine. We told the doctor about his bleeding tendency and was assured by him that of the hundreds of procedures he had performed not one of them had ever bled. Well, he can't make that statement anymore. Frank was scheduled to go home the same day but just before he was to be dismissed his bandages and bedding were soaked with blood. They kept him overnight. The hemorrhaging continued with at least one episode per day for several days. When it was the night of my 50th High School Alumni Banquet he didn't want to run the risk of having to make a sudden exit so Susie drove us to Delaware where we left Frank in the good hands of Nurse Barbara. Susie had the "pleasure" of accompanying me to the party where she met all my classmates about whom she had heard stories through the years. Frank got along through the evening with no problems, but about 2 a.m. we were up changing the dressing. As with the tonsils the little one inch incision at the elbow finally healed. Our annual family Christmas party fell on the 20th of December this year, our 48th wedding date. The children surprised us with a wedding cake, presents and all the trappings of a golden wedding celebration. It was our last one. On June 26th, 1983 Frank died suddenly. At that moment for me the whole world seemed to have stopped. Disbelief and numbness finally gave way to the thankful realization that he did not suffer an extended illness. While I didn't fail to count my blessings for the 48 years of happiness with Frank the wonderful memories made my loss harder to accept. That is where my children came in to help me through this period that I can't imagine facing without them. He had taught well by example. They were there with help, many times even before I would think of needing it. Surely I have been blessed. With eight children, fifteen grandchildren and thirteen great grandchildren there is always a happening taking place. Birthdays, graduations, weddings, new babies and all sorts of important occasions in between. We never lack for reasons to celebrate. Frank lived to see all but one grandchild, Jim's daughter, Amy. Our first great grandchild, Susie's granddaughter, Brooke Elizabeth was born in 1986. Frank was denied the privilege of knowing any of the great grandchildren. Until last July it was six of one and half dozen of the other. Anne's granddaughter, Olivia Lucille was born in Dearborn, Mi., making it 7 girls and six boys. We looked forward to a little change of scenery in summer when Frank had vacation from work. The years we lived in Illinois we spent that time in Ohio visiting friends and family. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7faf41af120116ed7285a735539d6045.jpg 8d0d945357155d5339befa3ff728f8c8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (46) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 44 of From the Beginning] It was exciting when we set forth on the trip. I filled the Coleman Cooler with ham sandwiches, potato salad, cake and fruit. We stopped at a rest area just east of Indianapolis. It was over half way to journey's end, a good time to let the little ones play in the little creek that ran through the park. After that, it didn't seem so long till we came to the Ohio line and were in Ohio Country. the older children still talk about the fun they had at Knightstown, Indiana. After seeing everyone and having such a good time we were all just as eager to start the trip home. Later on in the summer, a trip to Florida with Jim, Bob and Jeff was the destination for our get-away. By then the girls, also John and Charlie, had summer jobs. After they were married some of them moved out of state. We visited them which took us to N. Carolina, Michigan, Virginia and New Mexico. Jeff at an early age could spot the Holiday Inn signs a mile down the road. After riding for what seemed to him like a very long time, he looked forward to a swim in the pool. Also, he pointed out all the Golden Arches that he spied up ahead. And many times during these trips, we heard the question, "Are we almost there?" After the children had all left the nest, Frank and I spent a couple of weeks in Florida each winter. That was as long as we cared to stay. Even with the snow and cold, Ohio was the place we wanted to be. Frank was the last surviving brother-in-law. After he died my three sisters and I spent time together at Siesta Key. Long walks on the beautiful, white beach was how we started the day with sunning and swimming till noon. Evenings we played euchre. Josephine, not an avid card fan, would have no part of bridge which was the game three or us enjoyed playing: so euchre was a compromise. By the time our two weeks were up, we were caught up on family news and much of the past had been gone over. Mostly about people and events that took us back to Woodstock. The next year we would start all over again. We do not go to Florida any more, but each spring the four of us plan something together closer to home. If it is any distance, we have drivers who are willing to see that we get there intact. Susie and Carolyn, Bertha's daughter, are willing to listen to the same old stories and our arguing about events being discussed as to whether it was this way or that. Otherwise Josephine is the "designated" driver. She has [photo: Spring Break 1990 in Siesta Key, Florida Josephine, Julia, Verna, Bertha] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5815f83e173b6d5df6c7689a87790c90.jpg b7fab888bc9e7ae2da5e9d3fb088194e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (47) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 45 of From the Beginning] come many times and driven us to Indiana to her house and brought us back home. She being the youngest of the four, we absolutely forbid her to get old. We were saddened by the loss of two of our young men when accidents claimed their lives. On April 16, 1988, Scott, Charlie's son, met with death on his way to work in his truck. He was not far from the Golf course where he was working when he failed to make the turn. In 1991 on May 10th, Christopher, Susie's son, was on his way home from work at Honda when he was crossing a seldom used railroad with inadequate marking. A train came along at a fast rate of speed and carried his car down the track. Chris was 28 and left his wife Vicki, daughter Brooke, age 5 years, and son Blake, 2 years old. Scott was just through school and on his first job which he liked very much. The loss to all of us left a large void which is hard to understand, but we can only remind ourselves of the joy that they had brought into our lives. They are always with us when we think of the smiles and winning ways of two handsome, tall, blond young men who were very dear to us. Life does not always go along as planned. Divorce results from marriages which were probably not meant to have been. It is never an easy time when that seems to be the only solution but somehow life goes on. Five of my children found themselves in this unfortunate situation. Four of them have since remarried. Charlie and Karen Stevens, from Ostrander, bring Natalie and Angie Stevens into our family. Jim married Debra Winters of Delaware and have a daughter Amy. John and Darcie Dunzwiler from Zanesville married last summer, and Susie and Steve Churchill of Columbus were just married June 15th. Steve has two children, Susan and Steve III. Anne also is divorced and living in Rockwood, Michigan enjoying her children and grandchildren. When my children are happy, I am happy for them. As I bring my story to a close, it occurs to me that there is a side of my personality that I haven't mentioned. and that is the need I have always had to create something with my hands. I wasn't until the children were no longer young before I could find the time to pursue my interests. Perhaps if I had been content to stick to one thing, I could have achieved more success. No sooner than I finish one project I want to start something new. [top right photo: Verna 1990] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e07a335f091c508431bf5ba61eb20aa8.jpg edfece4a2e63ab687a73c398e460f340 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (48) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 46 of From the Beginning] [top left photo: Out to Lunch on my 74th Birthday - 1988 Judy Morris, Betty Jo Guidotti and Me] [top right photo: 75th Birthday Party at Lindeys - 1989] [middle photo: My 80th Birthday Party In Front: Barbara, Susie, Me, Anne, Karen In Back: Charles, John, Jeff, Bob, Duncan, Debbie, Jim] [bottom photo: Sisters Julia, Verna, Josephine At My 80th Birthday Luncheon At Barbara's 1994] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/bda9c298a105ffe287583a80bf9b04e3.jpg 283279f761e99838358fb9095cff4c68 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (49) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 47 of From the Beginning] However, I always finish what I start. A hooked rug or crocheted lace tablecloth might have taken a year. But I was driven by the desire to see how it turned out. For a few years I was very much in to quilting which was truly a creative process. From the selection of the calico prints that required going from store to store to find, to arranging them as to color. That makes the quilt one of a kind which definitely reflects one's own artistry even though others may use the same pattern. When the adult evening classes in Art were offered at the high school with teacher Bill Fraley, I signed up and spent many happy hours with some of my good friends with similar interests. We were working in oil, and later I had a few sessions in water color with Ruth Firestone. I mean to get out the paints again; and if some other project doesn't get in the way, I probably will. The trees we planted in the yard 30 years ago have grown so tall they shade my flower beds. I must hunt for a sunny spot here and there to plant any thing at all. I love the trees and have to accept the fact that I can't have it both ways, but I do miss the variety of cut flowers from which I can pick and choose to make arrangements for my tables. Also the last summer that my friend, Judy Morris was with us, I enjoyed seeing her face light up when I took flowers to her. From the time I started collecting antiques, I have spent hours removing paint and varnish with all seemed worthwhile when the final finish was being smoothed out and the beauty of the wood came through. I have brought home items from auction sales which had definitely seen better days. In fact at times Frank would doubt my judgement or lack of it. However, he would set to work although grudgingly, on the drawers making them glide smoothly and any other repair that was needed. With the removal of the old finish and the results of my labors in restoring the piece, he was as excited as I was over the transformation. I believe that this sums up the important events in my life that I recall. Although I put off starting it for one reason or another, I have actually enjoyed remembering details that I hadn't thought of until I needed to put them in writing. As much as I enjoyed the places and people I came to know in moving where Frank's work took us, I feel privileged to have spent so much of my life in Sunbury. a good place for family, and friends that make life exciting and worthwhile. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/0c21027d6343a87f7d8ae83fb6c77faf.jpg 13282fb32c46668002a510cccef1cfeb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (50) Description An account of the resource [corresponds to numbered page 48 of From the Beginning] [photo: Shep and I September 1996] http://66.213.124.233/files/original/79f6fa997eff8b05b7da94b2e99868ed.jpg b287d149cb36aa96a371eed9a17e7da9 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning (51) Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Family Histories Description An account of the resource This collection contains family histories that have been written by residents of the Big Walnut area. Items in this collection generally contain genealogical information about the families, personal anecdotes, and images of family members. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource From the Beginning Description An account of the resource This family history tells the stories of the Bergandine and Cushman families, the Bergandine's world travels, and how it came to pass that Mr. Bergandine became the manager of the Sunbury Nestlé plant. Many photographs are included. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Author Mrs. Verna Cushman Bergandine Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1996 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Book Language A language of the resource English Type The nature or genre of the resource Still Image Text Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 31103203 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Subject The topic of the resource Bergandine family--Genealogy Cushman family--Genealogy Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury--History Verna Bergandine--Personal Narratives--1914-2016 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Community Library, Sunbury, Ohio