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Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (2) Description An account of the resource PATTERNS OF MY LIFE by Hazel Buel Ryder 1896-1979 http://66.213.124.233/files/original/08fb432bc324f285f049b35ef902dde1.jpg 031f848743e051855a3019dd1180437b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (3) Description An account of the resource My little brick schoolhouse Childhood Home http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8aa9ad5ed9d7c24e53ccc4269c9ea991.jpg e2c4b007f7d93757446302df289b6dcc Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (4) Description An account of the resource My dear Descendents: Come look with me into the kaleidoscope of time and see the changing patterns of my life and perhaps you will gain some insight as to your beginnings and learn from what kind of stock your an- cestors were made! I was born May 5, 1896 to Virgil and Cora Lewis Buel in a log cabin on the Delaware-Licking County Line Road just 14 months after my brother Floyd. When I was 16 months old and Floyd but 2 1/2 years, our mother died at age 22 as the result of giving birth to premature, still-born twins. The date was September 20, 1897. Quite naturally our dad was bewildered at the prospect of coping alone with two babies. He, therefore, willingly delegated the task to his wife's grieving parents who graciously accepted the challenge of rearing the offspring of their only child. After the decision was made to take us, my grandparents made just one stipulation; that we would be theirs forever and that Dad would not come take us away after they had become attached to us, although he was welcome to visit us anytime. Dad gave his word on this and always kept it. My father, at 25 years of age, was a broken-hearted widower. Since his father had died the year I was born, Dad went to live with his mother in Croton and continued his business of livestock dealing. He resided there for five years until he married Gertrude Stalton, a milliner, also of Croton. My dad was the son of Ed and Sophonia Case Buck. Dad's brothers and sisters were James, Henry, Lora, and twin sisters Lou and Lucy. Charles, Friend, Curtis, George (Jode), Dora, and Alice were half brothers and sisters of Dad's from their father's first marriage. My paternal grandfather, Ed Buel (1826), was the son of Joshua Hamilton Buel and Lucy Gear Buel. Great-grandfather Joshua had a colorful background. He was born in Schenectady, N.Y. in 1799. His, father was Grover Buel, who had been a general for the British Army. Joshua's first suit of clothes was made from his father's redcoat. He was orphaned at the age of 6. At this time he was taken in by Deacon and Mrs. Trahoun where he remained until age 21. He was then given two suits of homespun clothing and a yoke of oxen. Soon thereafter he married Lucy Gear of Saratoga Springs, N.Y. Lucy's maternal grandparents had left England and come to America in search of religious freedom and had suffered many hardships in this new country. Joshua Buel had a military career and as he had a strong, deep voice and a very commanding personality, he was made a colonel in a regiment of the New York Militia. He migrated to the State of Ohio in 1834 and by 1860 was drilling the Ohio Volunteers. He did not enter the Civil War because he was 61 at the time. He helped organize the Hartford Fair Society in 1857 and was http://66.213.124.233/files/original/1d1f62f3b763ab69817b2e66bfae1996.jpg c6f5f63731e2f3a7f16c9867693ed65b Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (5) Description An account of the resource -2- its first president. By 1859, he was instrumental in acquiring 25 acres of land in Hartford Township from Tabor Sharp for the fair- grounds. The sum of $500 was paid for the grounds -- $20 per acre -- with annual payments of $25 over a period of 20 years! Being interested in education, Joshua was a financier of the Haleyon Academy in an era before schools were publicly endowed. Joshua and Lucy's children were Kate Buel (Hunt), Edwin Arlten (my grandfather), Mudson P., Joshua Jr, (Jott), and Lucy Buel (Johnson). In his Later years, after Lucy's death, Joshua and his second wife, Calista, lived in Nebraska City, Nebraska where he managed a drygoods store. He died out there in 1883 at age 84. A sidelight on my father's family concerns Dad's older half- brother Charley, who on the Sunday of May 21, 1899, at the age of 36, made a name for himself. Charley, a cattle buyer, was employed by an uncle who was the president of the livestock buying firm of Evans, Snyder, and Buel at the Chicago Union Stockyards. Charley had become very frustrated and outraged at the poor service offered by the railroads in transporting livestock from Trevor, Wisconsin to Chicago. The distance of 60 miles often would take 18 hours by rail and many of the sheep would sicken and die enroute. One day while at the station awaiting a load of sheep, Charley in exasperation exclaimed, "That's slower than I can walk!" Another cattle buyer, Courtney C. Kleman, took up his remark and said, “Bet you $500 you can't outrun a train!" and so the bet was on. Other bets were quickly placed and Charley rose to the challenge. Not wishing to go into this undertaking haphazardly, he em- ployed a colored trainer by the name of Frank Hart to help get him into shape for the race. The race day soon rolled around and retinue, who - accompanied. on tandem or bicycle, included a Chicago Tribune reporter who acted as pacemaker; J. F. Hummel and Jake Milam, representatives of challenger Kleman; trainer Hart; and bag puncher Harry Brown. Charley adhered to a preplanned route on established roads and a schedule of walking 200 yards and running 500 yards. He ate a hearty breakfast and rested and ate meals according to the trainer's program. A cyclometer was used. Well, our hero Charley arrived in the record time of 12 hours 34 minutes. With great showmanship and final burst of energy, he demon- strated to the large crowd assembled at the finish Line of Chicago that he was still vigorous and could run like a jackrabbit. This, in spite of having sprained his right foot a few days earlier. He ran the last mile in 5 minutes and averaged 12 1/2 minutes per mile -- 4 4/5 mile per hour for the 60 miles. Several of the Ohio Buels had gone to Trevor to cheer him on and again were on hand in Chicago to greet him. They framed the full page report, complete with sketches, which appeared in the Chicago Tribune with the headlines, "Charley Buel Outruns a Sheep Train for 60 Miles and Wins $500." He was faster than the train by 5 1/2 hours. The report also stated that thousands of dollars worth of bets were col- lected that day! Dad was faithful to come visit us every week, usually staying overnight and we often visited him and our many Buel relatives in Croton. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2ea60a0af59e74ec2875989545568ad8.jpg 2524efbf2194b2430a1c3f5238c19f5c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (6) Description An account of the resource -3- I still treasure a valentine he gave me in 1900. I can remember his coming to our house, sometimes late in the evening, Grandmother would say, "Have you had anything to eat, Virgie?” and he would reply, "No, I guess not, but don't go to any trouble, Addie, just fry me some eggs and that'll be plenty." With old-fashioned hospitality she would always set out a meal for him. After my father's remarriage, he and my stepmother both came to see us. When I was almost 11 years old, my father suffered a heart attack and died instantly on April 7, 1907, at the age of 35 years. We maintained a close relationship with Dad's people and with our childless stepmother even through her two sub- sequent marriages and her move to Columbus where she was employed at the Morehouse-Marten Department Store, until her demise long after my marriage. Floyd and I lived with our grandparents in the same house where our mother was born and grew up, about a mile from where we were born. The house was located on what is now the Green-Cook Road. Being too young to remember our mother, it came natural for us at first to call our grandparents Mother" and "Dad" even though they were in their mid- fifties at the time. My very earliest recollection is of my grandmother going into the parlor alone every day where she would weep. I couldn't understand my usually jolly grandmother being so sad at times. One day when I was a little older, she tried to explain to to me but being a child I still could not comprehend. When they felt we were old enough to realize, they revealed to us that they were actually our grandparents instead of our mother and father. , My brother and I had a normal childhood doing the things all other children of our time and area did. There was an old cabin situated on our farm which was sort of a half-way meeting place for us children to gather from the houses north and south and we would play in the orchard behind the cabin. I remember the fights -- just kid fights they were -- but we always went back next day to play some more! I liked to tease my brother and one day when he was up in a maple tree cutting off some dead branches, I would poke him every once in awhile with a fish pole. Finally he said he would "kill me for sure," but before he could get down I had run and hid! While quite small, I would go with Grandmother after the mail up on the corner of our road and the state road (Route 37}. The postoffice was contained inside the tavern-inn which was a huge three-story building with great big rooms. The mail was brought there by circuit riders. People from a radius of several miles would come to the postoffice for their mail about once a week. Jim and Sarah Sherdun ran this place and I was sure scared of him because he had told me that if I wasn't good he would carry me away! This inn had many different owners until it burned down in 1926. It has been replaced with a house where Benny and Geneva (Baughman) Nutt now reside. Rural free delivery began in out area about 1905. There were five routes coming out from Johnstown and we happened to be on Route 5. The Route 5 picnic was held for years in the Garlinghouse Woods on the Blamer Road. Andy Priest was our carrier and most of the year he had to carry the mail on horseback. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8f411aa34937bc34800fae327fb95797.jpg 8cbbe89c5b7704464301aa090f4fde89 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (7) Description An account of the resource -4- One of my tasks while growing up was to carry water to fill the reservoir on the cook stove. How I hated the job, but I did it anyway and never said a word! There was no back-talk in those days. Another one of my tasks between playtimes was to carry water 3 or 4 times a day to pour on the ashes in the barrel to make the lye run so Grandmother could make her bar soap in the spring. The old lye leach was in the orchard behind the house. A notch was cut in the barrel; also in a flat stone. The water would run through the ashes and down the groove in the stone into a container which, as it became full, was emptied into barrels. When enough lye had been made, Grandmother boiled it down, added some grease and whatever and had a soap-making day. It was an all-purpose product but she did add some perfume of sorts to the con- coction for our bath soap bars. We took our baths in a wash tub. An incident that was sort of a nightmare for me stands out in my memory. One night a nephew of my grandfather came to our house drunk. He was one of those hard cider and moonshine whiskey drinkers. Grand- mother had gone to bed but she overheard this man tell Granddad to give him $70 on he would shoot him! She got up quickly to send me for help and I remember peeking in the room and thinking that was the biggest gun I'd ever seen! I was about 14 when hustled out on this mission to get neighbor Henry Johnston. Spurred on by the emergency at home, I dashed out into that pitch black, rainy night where the frogs were croaking and the hoot owls hooting. The water was across the road at the old abandoned cabin and the nail fence was hard to see. "Cooning" the fence, as they called it then, I somehow managed to cross the water and arrived at the Johnstons. Wouldn't you know that this fellow, a braggart who was always getting into fights and wanting to lick everyone, was too scared to come help us. However, he did carry me on his backs across the water and then he went after another neighbor, Dana Brush, who resolved the problem by putting the drunk into the manger at the Bush's barn. I guess this terrifying experience is one reason I've never been afraid of anything since! My grandfather was James Lewis, the son of Steven and Sarah Lewis, born in 1842. His first wife, Elizabeth Mayfield, had died after just one year of marriage. He married my grandmother, Adeline Trippier, in 1868. She was born in 1845 and her brothers and sisters were John, Joe, and Charlotte (Mrs. Tom Smith). Her parents, Soloman and Elizabeth Trippier, had come to this country from Wales and settled in Appleton, near Croton. When my grandmother was six weeks old they moved to a farm on State Route 37, three miles west of Johnstown. Her home still stands in good repair and is now occupied by Garnet (Edwards) and Leonard Kirkpatrick. My great-grandfather Steven Lewis owned 300 acres and was con- sidered rich in that day. His children were James, Alfred, Demus, Harriett (Aunt Dark}, Anna, and Clara; another son, Norman, died when he was a young man. I well remember when they would come to visit my grandparents . Aunt Dark (who was childless) was my favorite because she was so pretty and stylish. She was quite religious and often to Grandmother bemoaned the fact her husband owned a saloon. Finally Grandmother got tired hearing it and told her that since she seemed to http://66.213.124.233/files/original/3fd8290496b7ad69d3c27a4b016ac2e7.jpg 3a7d5c5c7cec9c8515ee8153d5b13fb2 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (8) Description An account of the resource -5- enjoy the fine clothes and elegant home he provided, she should not condemn his way of livelihood! That grandmother of mine usually said what she thought! Like many young men in Civil War days, my grandfather Lewis did not want to go to war. Back then, if a man could find a substi- tute to go in his place, he would not have to serve. For the paltry sum of $7.00 apiece, my grandad and Uncle Alfred hired men to take their places. Even though this was legal, they must have had a guilty conscience because they decided it would be best to "lay low" for awhile so they hid out in the woods up in Union County. They cut some trees and built some kind of shack and lived as backwoodsmen for a year. Although Union County was only two counties away from home, there was much wilderness in Ohio in that period and that fact coupled with the poor roads, poor transportation, and a lack of communication made this amount to a long distance. I have a picture which was taken of these bearded, long-haired men upon their return from exile. Speaking of the amount of wilderness in the country, Grandmother used to tell that at the time she and Granddad built their house (1868) they were surrounded with woods and could walk on fallen trees and logs all the way from their road (Green-Cook Road) to the Lewis Road behind their house! When I was-a little girl, Grandmother Lewis enjoyed telling me about her early married life. They had set up housekeeping on what is now known as the Blamer Road and lived there for a few months while their four-room house was being built on the 50 acres Granddad's father had given them. My grandfather purchased 20 acres across the road from the house and built a barn on it, which is still standing in good condition over 200 years later. A carpenter came and constructed the barn in sections with it lying on the ground. When it was finished, a large crew of men was gathered in to literally "raise" the barn one section at a time and then the sections were fastened together. Grand- mother told that she and the neighbor women cooked dinner for 22 men at their barnraising. Well, six years had passed since the "gift" of the 50 acres but still the deed was withheld from my grandparents. Finally the word was that they wouldn't get the deed until they had an heir. Grandmother laughingly told that they got busy and one year later my mother came along on July 21, 1875, after seven years of marriage. Sure enough the deed was duly handed over. My grandparents' farm was acquired by bits and pieces. To the first 50 acre donation upon which the house was built, they annexed the 20 acres across the road where the barn was erected, they added 20 acres and then 22 more which they secured from Norman and Many Duckworth on March 19, 1883 for the sum of $975, and lastly 50 acres was purchased from the Harm Miller estate which had previously been Uncle Alfred’s. They now had a total of 161 acres. This last plot cost $1,075 on May 20, 1908 and the transaction was the talk of the neighborhood because it was http://66.213.124.233/files/original/2e8bdf154e74560e5a9d6cd44e7fab10.jpg 238ec2bc1bc0ed9e8c946689536d3232 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (9) Description An account of the resource -6- paid for in cold CASH! My brother's family and I still own this original 161 acreage. It was on this final parcel of land that the log cabin stood -- still on my property but now about ready to fall in -- where the neighboring children of long ago had gathered to play. Fond memories flood over me of the different families who had lived there: Uncle Alfred Lewis’, Millers, Baughmans, Sines, Feasels, and many others. Dozens of babies had been born there. On my grandparents’ farm were four orchards. The one behind their house had peaches, plums, pears, and cherry trees whereas the others were all apple orchards. I can remember the house being added onto. The upground cellar to the north came first and then the bedroom wing to the south end, making it an attractive house. Grandmother was a talkative, cheerful kind of person while Granddad was more stern and quiet. She was quite thrifty and a good manager. To illustrate some of her conniving during a period of hard times: they wanted a large Bible a door-to-door salesman was selling for $15. They had saved that amount to buy seed potatoes but she decided to buy the Bible instead and use the potatoes they already had by slicing off the "eyes" of the potato real deep for the seed and the remainder was used for food. She never wanted to owe anyone a nickel but on the other hand, if someone owed her a nickel, she wanted it! However, her thrift did not deprive her of whatever she felt she needed. Unlike many women of her day who had to "do without" simply because their men held a tight rein and insisted all the money be used for the farm because money spent in the house would not make money, my grandmother was privileged to buy furniture and household items as she pleased. And buy she did, but she - had the trait of buying new and keeping the old. Grandmother and Granddad had separate pocketbooks. Neither knew what the other one had. His income was derived mainly from the sale of his percheron horses and farm products whereas her revenue came from butter and egg sales. This attitude didn't seem right to me, so I told them that whenever I got married there would just be one purse and we would use it sensibly. Grandmother informed me that I didn't know what I might do! There was a great range in degree of prosperity within a community in those days. I can recall visiting when a child various neighbors who were really poverty-stricken. Some would have large families all -cooped up in a log cabin or shack with one or two rooms, some even had dirt floors which was so hard-packed it was like concrete, and perhaps their only heat would come from a smoky fireplace pioneer-style. These folks had a bleak existence and yet most of them achieved a semblance of happiness in spite of their circumstances. Others in the same vicinity . had regular type houses with furniture and all the refinements of the area, such as our family had. I appreciate now how fortunate we were although at the time it was taken for granted and no thought given to these inequities. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9a8487ec728088e40dfecc4ebf1ada53.jpg b34c48bb726462559b17387e011f7c59 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (10) Description An account of the resource -7- Grandfather had a job for us once a year when we helped him drive the hogs to market in Johnstown seven miles away. There would be from 15 to 20 hogs in the drove and we would herd them night down the middle of the state road (Route 37) having very little trouble because all the fields and dooryards were fenced in. Granddad rode a horse while Floyd and I and sometimes some extra children walked along. When we arrived on this side of the cemetery hill, which was much steeper then (about 1/4 mile west of Johnstown), it would be noon so we'd stop to rest and throw water from the spring on the hogs to cool them down from the heat of the day. I don't recall how we got back home but possibly we climbed aboard Granddad's bit percheron horse to ride back with him. Grandmother's vice was smoking a pipe, which was not too un- common in that day. However, she chose to do it on the sly on the rare occasions when she did smoke. We of the family knew about it, but she did not want outsiders to find out. One day our neighbor, young Earl Boston, couldn't rouse anyone when he knocked on the front door, so he walked around to the back yard and caught her puffing away as she sat resting in the shade. He was so astonished he dashed home and told his mother he had seen Ad Lewis smoking a pipe! His mother thought surely he was mistaken because she had known Ad a good many years and would have known it if she smoked. Next time Mrs. Boston saw Grandmother she plain out asked her and Grandmother had to admit to the dastardly deed. My grandmother took great pride in her butter making as she did in all her cooking. Her butter molds were always sweet and pretty. She sold this product for 10¢ a pound. It irritated her that the grocer placed her molds right down in the vat along with all the other butter, good and bad, and sold them all at the same price. She sold eggs for 8¢ a dozen. Freem Hill of Harlem was our huckster and came once a week with all kinds of goodies. It was fun to go into his horse-drawn store on wheels and see the banana stocks and bags of onions hanging and the neatly arranged shelves and bins of groceries. We children usually had a nickel apiece to spend. Kady Budd also of Harlem was our calf buyer. Sometimes he would stay all day trying to "Jew" my grandfather. The Hartford Fair was a place everyone liked to go. We farmers would get up at daybreak to do chores and try to beat our neighbors to the Fair. Our family went in a two-seated surrey "with a fringe on top" which was pulled by two horses. All the roads were dirt, sometimes mud, and everyone drove horses. The Fair is still going strong but of course now it is filled with automobiles instead of horses. During my childhood we attended the Disciple Church at Center Village which was called the Camalite Church at that time. Happy memories of Sunday School picnics and Children’s Day programs are connected to my spiritual home. I was baptized in Duncan Run under some beautiful sycamore trees in the field back of the church when I was 17. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/5d12f972b607c718da27abda1f44b93e.jpg 61545ec6aa7e57892e710e375ddbb7e3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (11) Description An account of the resource -8- An amusing incident comes to mind which took place when Floyd was a young boy on the farm. The men were making hay and in one of the large forkfuls of hay pitched onto the wagon was a bumblebee's nest. When that nest hit Harvey Edwards' baler it broke up and swarmed after Floyd. I can see him yet as he ran around and around the house, flailing his arms over his head yelling over and over, "Oh, Mommie, Mommie, they're gonna kill me!” Since he did not get stung, we could laugh later about how funny he looked. My mother had not attended the same school we did as ours was not built until after her schooldays. As near as I can find out she went to a little frame schoolhouse which was located in the triangular lot on Route 37 and Lewis Road, just west of where I live now. As a matter of fact, I believe it was this same building which was moved and attached to my present home and if so, it contains my dining, kitchen, and utility rooms. . Ours was the Miller School District and the little one-room, red brick schoolhouse which was built in 1859 is standing as erect today as in days of yore. It had all the symbols of its day including the water bucket with its community dipper, the pot-bellied stove, the privy, the chalk and individual slates, plus dedicated teachers. Floyd's schooling began when he was 5; his first teacher being Carrie Wilson. I started at age 6 and my teacher for the first two years was Tom Duckworth who passed away just this winter of '74 at the age of 96. Other teachers were Ona Linnabary, Vera Huff, Bertha Gill, Nannie Neilson, Grace Bennett, Alga Bennett, Clara Work and lastly Harry Parks. Granddad was on the school board and since we lived near the school house, the teachers stabled their horses in our barn and some of them roomed and boarded with us. These names of schoolmates and friends of my youth come to mind: Verna Sines, Addie and Grace Roby, Ella Shipp, Fred Myers, Ross McElwee, Howard Day, Les Curts, Clell Orndorff, and Anna Garee (Pratt). Time went on and I was ready to take the Boxwell Examination. I passed and wanted very much to go on to high school, but my grandparents had the old-fashioned idea that girls just got married anyway, so I was not privileged to attend. Floyd walked to Center Village everyday and graduated from that three-year high school. He then went to Hiram College for two years. By now I was becoming quite a young lady, or thought I was, and had, begun to think about the young men. My first date was at age 16 and my beau was Ross McELwee, Anna Garee and her feller, Fred Myers, went with us. Some of the social functions of that day included the ever popular Hartford Fair, State Fair, Rome Fair (since disbanded), ice cream socials, the Catholic Picnic at Johnstown, church affairs, reunions, and picnics. The dirt roads and horse and buggy mode of travel limited our distances. The box social was big then. Each girl and woman would pack a fancy lunch for two in a pretty box and the fellows would bid on it. The highest bidder got the lunch and the girl to eat it with. No one was supposed to know which box was whose but sometimes word got around and http://66.213.124.233/files/original/847fa4eac3b638ff91b5632d8edfaeca.jpg 0fbe7e9981139081eaa18091dc15421c Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (12) Description An account of the resource -9- the fellows would run up the bids to get the most popular girl, sometimes running the bid as high as $3.00. Once in awhile, though, they'd get fooled and have to eat with some old lady and likewise, some old man might get the bid. But everyone was a good sport and it was all great fun. When I was about 18, Floyd at age 20 married Stella James of New Albany who had been a school teacher in our old school (Milter). At this point Granddad retired and we moved to Johnstown and Floyd took over the management of the farm. It was during this time that my best friend, Mabel Wagner, wanted me to double-date with her and her regular beau, Reid Stockwell, and a friend of his by the name of Andrew Ryder. I was dubious about going on a blind date but finally agreed that I would peek out her window at him and if his looks suited me, I'd go. Well, I thought he was some handsome fellow and his bright, shiny rig suited me fine, too, so of course I went! Andrew and I had about four dates -- to the consternation of my previous beau, Homer Williams -- and then we didn't see each other for about a year. At the time, I considered Andrew to be aggravative. However, one momentous day I received a letter from him wishing to rekindle the courtship. Two and a half years later on September 2, 1916, the Reverend L. C. Sparks married us at his parsonage in Newark. Andrew was handsome, suave, and aggravative and he was my guy for 52 years! His parents were Thackery and Loretta Burton Ryder. He was born September 6, 1891, the second of five children, the others being Orville, Jenny, Marie, and Ray. Andrew's grandparents were Andrew LeRoy Ryder and Sara Parks Ryder. Their children were Thackery, Monroe, Sara Ryder Gailey, and Jennie Ryder Smith. Something that always rankled Andrew was the fact he had been cheated out of a remembrance his grandfather wanted him to have. The first Andrew had promised his namesake, my Andrew, -- and even recorded it in his will -- that at his death Andrew would receive a nice horse, new buggy, and harness. However, his grand- mother thought otherwise and so the bequest was never honored. Andrew's great-great-grandfather, Daniel Ryder, had come to America from England and Settled north of Berkshine because he thought it would be the county seat. Their farm had been acquired by a government Land grant. The Ryders lived in this homestead until his dad sold the farm. in the 1920's. Andrew and I went to housekeeping in Akron where Andrew was employed by the Goodyear Tire and Rubber Company. After a year there, we decided to move back and rented a house in the Benkshire community next door to his parents’ farm. Incidentally, now the Freeway {I1-71) goes right spank-dab through where we slept. I was always proud that my husband would stop in every morning to visit his mother who was ailing from | tuberculosis. At the end of that year (about 1916) she succumbed to the disease. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/12bea3e7c53b18a7970fe492ffcbbf6c.jpg adcc5291297bc06be91795bd3b25b771 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (13) Description An account of the resource -10- After Mom Ryder's decease, Dad Ryder decided to sell the farm. He wanted us to buy it, but at the time we felt we were in no position to purchase it and so it was with much regret that we saw the homestead pass from the Ryder name. Dad then went to live with his widower brother, Monroe Ryder. He had lived there only a year when he returned home after having been away on a weekend visit to discover his brother dead, apparently from a heart attack. Dad Ryder never recovered from this shock. It was at this time that his mother's sister, Letitia (Aunt Let) Parks of Port Clinton came down to look after him. They rented the little house where Andrew and I had first lived and she kept house for him until her health failed. Aunt Let was an intriguing personality. . She was wealthy and a graduate of Ohio Wesleyan. She had traveled all over the world and spoke seven different languages and often told us about her interesting exploits. She dared to do anything. One time while in Rome where excavation was being done following the eruption of a volcano which covered a part of Rome, she got down into the hole with the workmen despite their protests. The workers were all babbling among themselves in the Italian language about this foreigner when to their consternation she answered them back in their own language! During the gold rush of 1898, she even went to the Klondike and panned for gold! She gave Andrew and me a vial of gold dust for a souvenir. She and her husband (they never had any children) had been separated for years but never bothered to get a divorce. I recollect how she stormed the day she got the bill for his funeral expenses. She was kindhearted, though, and had sent two or three young people through college. After his mother's death, Andrew and I moved to the Monte Gaston farm on the Van Sickle Road where we lived for five years. It was here that both Gordon (July 25, 1919) and Beulah (August 3, 1921) put in their appearances. Andrew made a living at farming, carpentering, and erecting wooden silos. Having been raised conservatively, we both realized we would have to work for whatever we got in life. No welfare, government handouts, or easy payments were in vogue at that time; and so together we "sensibly managed our one pocketbook." My grandfather Lewis passed away in 1922 (age 80) and his 161 acre farm was divided between Floyd and me. Floyd's share included the old homesite where he and his family lived until it burned in 1932 and then they built a house at the same place. During the fire, Stella and I lost many valuable antiques and heirlooms which had been stoned in the attic. To the 80 acres which I had heired, Andrew and I added 40 acres which we had purchased from William and Octavia Stevenson August 31, 1922 for the sum of $5000. The Stevensons had bought the land from William and Catherine Brown, March 6, 1884. And so, early in 1923, our little family moved back to the land of my childhood. Grandmother then gave up her home in Johnstown and lived part of the time at Floyd's and parttime with us. Wendell was born in June, 1923, shortly after our transfer to here. He was always Grandmother's favorite because she was http://66.213.124.233/files/original/ca350151b8cf8390a03121c7b0eb0a97.jpg 009ea07fe8acc382d6a3110c75c08bca Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (14) Description An account of the resource -11- present at his beginning. Whenever he got into trouble, he had a habit of jumping astraddle her lap, facing her, and she would pet and soothe him, telling him how mean we were to him. One day he came running in from outdoors and jumped onto her lap in the usual way and popped a dirty lamb's nipple into her mouth! Then it was her turn to sputter and scold! By February 25, 1928, our "baby" Carlton had arrived to complete our family. When he was just four days old, Grandmother expired at age 84 as the result of a stroke. Due to my confinement, she was at Floyd and Stella's house at the time. Soon after, Floyd and I heired some land that had come to. Grandmother from the Trippiers. We both sold this land: 30 acres for $600. Andrew's father became ill about this time and for a year made his home with us. So with four little ones and the elderly folk, it seemed that my work was never done considering the many duties of the farmwife in the days of few conveniences. As I cleaned and laundered, gardened and preserved, cooked for my family as well as for extra hired men, thresher and silo crews, my lot was a busy one but a duty to be fulfilled with no time for self pity. I did laundry on the board until our youngest was one year old when the purchase of a power washer greatly eased the work load. However, part of that time it was necessary for me to send out a load or two of laundry a week. Sue Piper helped me out on this. Since "necessity is the mother of invention,” I did devise some shortcuts and a system of management so that I was not too weary or busy to enjoy my family. Fortunately I had been blessed with good health and abundant energy. One trick in the wintertime was to do the washing and then wait until everyone was in bed before stringing up the clotheslines and then the clothes would dry during the night. Next morning I would arise early and take down the lines of laundry so the house would be tidy when the family got up. Of course, house- wives made about all the household linens and the children's clothing _ and usually their own housedresses and aprons. When doing any quantity of sewing and mending, I'd spread out an old sheet to catch the ravelings and lint. Andrew and I practiced all the methods of economy we could think of. In 1925, Gordon started to school in Center Village. He was a - little fella and quiet like his dad. It was hard times and we parents bought the schoolbooks then. In his second grade, he needed a pair of overshoes which cost 75¢ but we only had $3.25 until the creamery check came. His dad said, "How are we going to get the overshoes; if we don't he'll get sick!" Andrew was always such a worrier, much more so than I, the incurable optimist. Well, someway we got the overshoes for him. By 1929 farmers were really feeling the pressure of the Great Depression. Harlem Township had built 3 new roads, 2 ditches, and a schoolhouse and we landowners were additionally oppressed with high taxes to pay for all of it. As I look back, I don't see how we did it http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6d56ec4fa4a44014459cdf6d844122d5.jpg 68763bfda346c0f5dd62aae27b2eea1f Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (15) Description An account of the resource -12- because we were still paying for our farm, trying to ditch the land, add now buildings as we needed them, and build up our livestock. We sold corn for 25¢ a bushel, hogs 3¢ a pound, and milk for 70¢ a hundred- weight. Men were working for $1.00 a day and furnishing their own lunches. To cap it all, as the economy was slipping, Andrew had been ailing with bad tonsils but kept putting off a tonsillectomy because of the expense involved until finally he was so filled with toxic poison he would fall asleep at the table! So at the age of 38 in 1926 he had his tonsils removed. Although money was practically non-existent, we got through somehow and even had some good times during the process. Of course about everyone was in the same boat. Our children had their pony, Beauty, which was a source of fun for them all. Andrew had built a large, four- wheeled, flat-bottomed cart on which not only our kids rode but also the children from all around the square. Reid and Mabel Stockwell and their family lived next door, Their four boys and a girl pretty well matched our three boys and a girl agewise and sometimes it was hard to tell which ones belonged where because they were together so much. Other children on the square were Wilma and Bob Cook; Muriel, Delman and Hugh Buel (Floyd's children); Mildred, John, and Ruth Cook; Dencil Clapham; and Kathryn Biggs. The cart would hold a dozen kids at a time. Sometimes the boys would all get together and go away back in the ~ woods and camp out, doing their own cooking and really roughing it for a few days. Another fun thing they liked to do was to play on the "doodle bug" which was our answer to the tractor until such time as we could afford one (1942). One day in 1934, when Wendell was 11, he and some boys were playing on the contraption when somehow it ran up on his leg and broke it. He was in The Sunbury Clinic where Dr, Swickard took. care of him for two weeks. But then he had to go to the old White Cross Hospital in Columbus and have it operated and be put in a body cast, He lay in bed in this cast for four months. So that he could be out in our living quarters and not get so lonely, we put him on a sanitary cot (a cot on wheels that has sides that fold up) and moved him into the dining room, He spent a lot of his time on the front porch that summer. It was quite cool early in the summer and I remember the big frost we had on June 20 (1934). In spite of the Recession, which the Depression later progressed to, these were happy times. For outside recreation we would take our family to the annual circus event, to the Fairs, Labor Day and July 4 celebrations. They usually attended the Ohio State Fair with the Stockwells. Every Saturday night we'd hustle around to get the milking and chores done so we could get into town to do our grocering. This was in the 1930s and for a quarter each the kids could attend the picture show at the Dorsey Theatre and even have money left over for an ice cream cone! It was the fad then for awhile for the young folks to be dressed all in white, so it was with great pride that I endeavored to have my children dressed in snowy white outfits, ironed to perfection, when we took them into town. Andrew and I always enjoyed these weekly http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9872d00ea4af7ad82056c4d088f659be.jpg 0978dcf9f9652636b7bd11bde3b35116 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (16) Description An account of the resource -13- nights out on the town and we looked forward to visiting with our friends and neighbors. For other diversion, we would visit back and forth with our friends, Grace and Harry Jones, Ray and Elva VanSickle, Glen and Mame VanSickle, Walter and Ariel Jones. We also had family dinners with these folk. An episode that happened during these years really put Andrew in the doldrums for awhile. He had told the boys to clean out the garage one day. That evening our cows took sick and were staggering around, several of them dying. The veterinarian was really puzzled as to the diagnosis. Finally he said, “why these animals act like they've been poisoned!" "Dad" (as I now called Andrew) didn't say a word but immediately went to the garage, climbed to the farthest, highest rafter and looked for the bag of paris green (an insecticide) where he had so carefully tied it so as to be out of harm's way. It was gone! So then he knew what ailed the cows. The boys had done too thorough a job of cleaning and somehow the cows had got hold of this poison from the dump where the trash had been hauled. Andrew covered the trash heap with a load of dirt and we had no more problem. However, he couldn't see how we could ever pull out of this financial disaster; especially since Gordon was in his first year of college. It sometimes annoyed Dad because I tended to look on the bright side of things instead of worrying. I tried to cheer him by saying that a year from then we would handily remember the event. We didn't, because by that time something else had happened! I joined the Vans Valley Methodist Church in 1946 and we all attended there. The Aid and Berkshire Club -- which I had joined” early in my marriage -- gave me outside interest and I have kept up with these groups, Andrew and I, along with Floyd and Stella, were always active in the Harlem Grange. . The children were growing up and time flew by. Before we knew it they were in high school. Gordon was always the studious one. He graduated from Harlem High School in 1937, Beulah in '39, Wendel in '41 and Carlton in '46. Wendell happened to be in school at the time Harlem had a good basketball coach and he was on the team that won the county basketball championship two years in succession. Our family was among Harlem Township's most avid basketball fans. The Harlem Township Ladies went all out for the team and initiated the "400 Club” banquet to honor the team and boosters. It was a well-organized affair and food was solicited from women in the community and brought to the schoolhouse in large containers; of course some was prepared at the school. Food was served cafeteria style on the stage and the guests sat at tables down in the auditorium. The number of guests was limited to 400. By now, the shadow of World War II was building up; Pearl Harbor was bombed on December 7, 1941. By 1942, Gordon being in advanced ROTC, had left OSU and entered the Army as a 2nd Lt. in the Infantry. He was on the battlefields in the European theater of the war. By some code he http://66.213.124.233/files/original/9b33584cfead1607c341479fe7568035.jpg f0f1d5e68788b70b254cb417537bc8d3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (17) Description An account of the resource -14- had managed to elude the censors and get word to us that he was in the 9th Division. Everyday, no matter what we were doing, Andrew and I would Listen to Cedrik Foster on radio at 2:00 p.m. and in that way were able to follow all the action of his division. Although our boys never liked to dwell on sordid matters of war, Gordon did tell us once that for 9 days, he and his company were pinned down at the Rhine River without food and water except for their C rations. Gordon took sick and was sent behind the lines to recover but nine days later he was back in the fighting. During this illness my nephew, Delman Buel, who was stationed just 40 miles away, went to visit Gordon and wrote home to his folks that it didn't look to him like Gordon was going to recover. I didn't know about this illness until after the war. Gordon was advanced to the rank of captain and was due for promotion to major when the war ended. Wendell enlisted in 1943 and was in the South Pacific operations as medic in the 42nd Division of the Army Medical Corps performing a vital service in helping care for the stricken soldiers. He and other workers would volunteer to crawl out onto the battlefield to bring in the wounded, ofttimes scrambling over bodies that had been dead for 2 on 3 days in that humid heat! The medics would give the injured soldiers a shot or whatever to try to ease their pain before moving them into the medical stations. These were days of great anxiety and stress for those of us at home. There was much per- sonal sadness in the country although there was economical prosperity. We were among the lucky ones: our boys came back unharmed. After the war, Wendell suffered a tragedy. He and his fiancee, Martha Burrell of Johnstown, were in a taxi in Columbus on their way to a movie when they were involved in an auto accident which took her life. In the winter of '49, I passed the time drawing up plans or re- modeling our house. Andrew and I decided to go ahead with the project then if ever we were going to do it since we had discussed it for so long. We agreed on one of the designs and by the following year, carpenters Charles Rhinehart and Leonard Utley, along with Carlton, were busily transforming our house into a modern, attractive dwelling . The work was pretty well along during this bitterly cold winter of '50- '51 when we had several bad snowstorms. One severe snowstorm started just before Thanksgiving -- adding more snow on top of snow -~ and this snow lasted through Christmas. It is easy to pinpoint this date because at the time, Wendell was working in Medina as a county agent and he had planned to bring his date, Many Newberry also of Medina, to a Thanksgiving dinner-dance at Ohio State University. That day they had gone to Columbus and purchased the tickets and corsage and then come back to our house to wait until time to go. Meanwhile all the elements turned loose and they were stormstaid in our topsy-turvy, being-remodeled house, where all the furniture was stored upstairs and the downstairs was bare with no curtains, blinds or carpet in readiness for the floor sander. We had gone to bed when about midnight Russ Guinther, the Harem Ag teacher, pounded on our door. Several cars were stuck in snow drifts in the dip between our house and Albert Garee's (where Hugh Buel now lives). The boys got up to help but before we knew what was happening, our bare rooms had come alive with 17 stranded strangers! We brought http://66.213.124.233/files/original/8b2e83057e0c2af7b39585cc0789814d.jpg 4c073e25df89de623df5de8bcfddcae0 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (18) Description An account of the resource -15- down chairs for them and fed them cocoa and cookies all night. One young woman had frosted feet, and over the protests of her mother, I soaked her feet in a bucket of ice water and then wrapped them in a warm blanket and managed to get her thawed out. One Kentucky family consisting of a man, his wife, three children, and his mother-in-law might be there yet if his mother-in-law hadn't prodded him constantly to get out and try to move the car. He liked it in the warm! By mid-winter the house was finished and we were all delighted with the results. Then we rushed to get straightened up to a semblance of normal living before Christmas so Carlton could enjoy it before he had to leave on Dee. 28, 1950. The United States once more was mixed up in a war; this time in Korea. Carlton was involved in this conflict for four years although not on the battlefield as he was a crypto- technician for the Air Force. He was in the air a great deal traveling from post to post as he maintained the crypto machines. This was secret governmental work. Due to the nature of his job, Carlton knew within 16 minutes about Senator Robert Taft's death, when the message came through on the cryptograph. To the able survivors, the wars were a blessing in disguise because they derived certain benefits as a reward for their sacrifices. On the G.I. Bill, the veterans were entitled to continue their educations. The two older boys were quick to take advantage of this opportunity and returned to OSU to earn their degrees. After receiving his bachelor's degree, Gordon taught agriculture at Bryan High School and in Washington, C.H.; meanwhile going to school nights to get his Master's degree. Later, when his youngest child Larry was two, Gordon moved his family to Columbus and then he worked full time on his Doctorate in Agronomy at OSU. He is now a Research Specialist in Agronomy for Ohio State University. Wendell, also at a later date -- after working 18 years -as. district salesman for Ralston Purina in Albion, Mich. -- earned his Master's degree in Dairy Husbandry at Michigan State University. He is employed at the Iowa State University as a Livestock Specialist. Beulah graduated as an accountant from office training school. She is assistant credit investigator at Sears Roebuck in Columbus. Carlton is doing what he loves most -- farming (the home place). Being versatile, he also enjoys selling real estate for Forman Realtors of Sunbury and working in the office of the Delaware County Engineer in the courthouse. Having settled in this area and it being along the Lines of his interests, it became Carlton's lot to follow in the tradition of his Buel ancestors; he is now vice-president of the Hartford Fair Board. Since my great- grandfather Joshua Buel helped organize the Fair in 1857 and was its first president, I believe there has always been a Buel connection on the Board, including Dad's nephew Frank Buel, my husband Andrew, brother Floyd Buel, and now my son, Carlton's boy, Mark, is a potential. He exhibits livestock at this Fair, just as my boys did and last year he designed the gateway-arch memorial to commemorate the Thomas Evans 47- acre addition to the Fairgrounds. The Board has great plans in mind for the near future as they develop this wooded area into a camping facility, picnic grounds with shelter houses, a pond, saw mill complete with a demonstrating sawyer, and various other interesting exhibits to keep this http://66.213.124.233/files/original/b8b4f193719f90bc8658d89c71c1c976.jpg ebcaf39189ce5cf99da396e591e34d65 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (19) Description An account of the resource -16- county fair an up and coming attraction. Beulah was our first child to be married and she has the largest family. She and Vance Myers of Columbus wed in 1943 and they live in Columbus where he works for Borden's. Their first child, Cheryl (Mrs. Frank Swartz) finished earning her degree in education after marriage; Rodney (married to Mischlene Conreaux) is a barber by profession; Beverly (Mrs. Robert Lee) works at OSU as a secretary; Debbie, a high school graduate last year, is a Huntington Bank employee; and then there's Robert who is in the sixth grade. Gordon married Betty Randolph of Oklahoma City in 1946 and they also live in Columbus. They have two children: JoAnn (Mrs. Daniel Daugherty) who earned a degree in Home Economics; and Larry, who is married to Linda Ricker. Larry's major was Agriculture and he works as a field representative for Landmark. Wendell and Mary Newberry of Medina were married in 1952 and they have four offspring: Jordon Andrew, who is a senior at Iowa State majoring in Forestry; Jeffery, a sophomore at the University of Iowa; David, a sophomore in high school; and Many E. who is now a 7th grader. Carlton and Beverly Bauchert of Johnstown joined forces in 1955 and three children bless their home: Jon, who is in his 1st year at Ohio State; Mark, a freshman in high school; and Mike, a 4th grader. And so the grandchildren are getting pretty well grown up. On November 15, 1957, Andrew lost his left arm in a hunting accident. He suffered much from this trauma and was troubled terribly with phantom pain. This was his greatest trial and he was never quite the same afterward. About 20 years prior to this accident, Andrew had fallen off a hay wagon and injured his back so that he had to wear a brace and could not do heavy work or lifting after that. This also caused him much discomfort. (And so with these combined disabilities, Andrew sold the cows and went into semi-retirement.) This left us free to do some things we had wanted to do. I was determined that the rocking chair wouldn't get us! For two winters we flew down to Florida to Oneco where we rented a cottage from Pearly and Louise Stockwell. While in Florida we did some sightseeing. We went to see the Thomas A. Edison Birthplace Museum in Ft, Myers, the beautiful Cypress Gardens, drove along the east and west coasts, visited West Palm Beach, and watched the new cities of Cape Coral and the Golden City being developed and the lots being readied for real estate projects. The warm southern climate and the altered routine was a welcome change in pace. With our extra leisure time we enjoyed visiting our friends, participating in Grange activities and the Senior Citizen group in Harlem Township of which Floyd was president. Dad and I celebrated our golden wedding anniversary in September, 1966 by holding open house in our own home. Coming to greet us were 175 friends and relatives. It was exhilarating to us both to see old-time schoolmates, old friends as well as new, and relatives. We all had such http://66.213.124.233/files/original/6669a30057e64f1b9a49050230f2bebe.jpg f0145408dfe7459506a0fa4e53e8cd6d Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (20) Description An account of the resource -17- a good time reminiscing and catching up on current events. For our 45th anniversary, Andrew and I had hosted a family dinner at the Mar- Jon Inn in Berkshire. Mrs. Spangler prepared a delectable meal for us on that occasion. It was a great day, but, of course, the 50th anniversary climaxed it. Wendell was our photographer for these events. In March of that same year, I had a health crisis, I was operated for breast cancer and was one of the lucky ones who caught it in time. Previous to this by four years I had gotten surgery. I feel fine now and only mention it in the possibility it might encourage someone else faced with similar problem. The greatest sorrow in my life came when I lost my Andrew October 15, 1968. He had only been ill 2 two weeks and we had not realized the seriousness of his illness, so I was not prepared to give him up. He had gone in for prostate surgery and then he needed a second operation for bladder problems, Following the second surgery a blood clot settled on the brain paralyzing him. He lived three days in this unconscious condition. I endured two years of loneliness and grief while trying to adjust to this new pattern when I received a most welcome invitation. Word came from my granddaughter Cheryl Swartz, who was living in England with her husband (a pilot in the U.S. Air Force), that she would like me to come over to be with her when their first child was born. Since her mother Beulah was unable to go due to a heart condition, after a great deal of discussion and preparation I flew over. My first great-grandchild Melanie Delane arrived on April 17, 1970. While over in England, the Swartzs took me sightseeing there, and then on my own I took a tour. There were 48 people on the bus besides the driver and courier and we all got pretty well acquainted, I was the oldest in the group (74). We enjoyed seeing the people, scenes and customs of England, France, Germany, Italy, Belgium, Austria, and Switzerland. Mr. and Mrs. Gordon Lee of Alberta, Canada became very good chums of mine; also a Mrs. Jo Orgnek of Portland, Oregon. I later learned that Mr. Lee died just a week after our excursion while visiting his cousin in England. This safari greatly enriched my life and satisfied a secret yen I'd had for travel. Before Andrew's retirement, we had been pretty much tied down with the cows so our vacation times were Limited. However, he and I did visit the Randolphs in Oklahoma City with Gordon and Betty. While there, we saw the Will Rogers Museum and other points of interest and then we went to Hot Springs, Arkansas where we saw the Quartz Mines. We took a bus trip up into the mountains. This was in 1949. Shortly after Beulah and Vance were married, we went with them to Niagara Falls and then up into Canada traveling on the Queen's Highway. It was there I had my first introduction to English cooking. We were served Spinach and spaghetti which had been cooked together. Blah! Since then I've regarded the English as being poor cooks, generally speaking, and my stay in England in 1970 did not change my opinion. A couple of years after the Canada trip, we again traveled with the Myers’ and went to the Smoky http://66.213.124.233/files/original/33fe033e626d379b449c5c88d6233602.jpg ac48c6c4ea99289b6810a56585543898 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (21) Description An account of the resource -18- Mountains. Also we visited Wendell's family in Michigan several times. Andrew seemed to enjoy these trips. Floyd liked adventure but Stella did not like to get too far from home. Their youngest child Kenny (who incidentally helped his mother make medical history as she was 48 when he was born) moved to the old home place after his marriage and Floyd and Stella moved down the road to a smaller farm. After Stella's death in 1964, it was therapy for Floyd to travel. He took several excursions. It was on a Mediterranean Cruise a few years later that he met his second wife, Mary Christenson of Cincinnati. They were married in June, 1967, and enjoyed several tours during their years together before he passed away because of a heart attack in December, 1973. My good friend Mary has since returned to her home in Cincinnati and resumed her way of life and friendships in the big city which was all she had known until she married Floyd and moved onto his farm, She fit in so beautifully with his life style, friends, and rural interests. In the spring of 1973, word again came from Cheryl that she needed me to care for Melanie when their second child came along. So once again I jetted out, this time to Phoenix, Arizona, and was on hand when Michelle DeOne came to the Swartz home April 18, just 3 years and 1 day after her sister. Again I was taken sightseeing around this area and met many of their interesting friends. The end of '73 found me out visiting Wendell and Mary and their family in Dubuque, Iowa. Usually I go out there once a year and they come here that often. Frequently I go spend a weekend or a few days with Gordon and Betty in Columbus. Of course I see Carlton every day since he farms this place and I drop in their house in Sunbury about once a week. Beulah and I chat on the phone every day. Two of her children, Rodney and Beverly, came and lived with me for a year or so after they graduated because they love the country. It was while living here that Beverly broke her pelvic bone riding a horse just six weeks before her wedding, but she never missed a step walking down the church aisle! Sometimes I spend a weekend with Rodney and Misch and she always gives me my permanents. JoAnn Daugherty, Gordon and Betty's daughter, presented me with my first great-grandson, Bryan Patrick, in January, 1971 and then with a great-granddaughter when dear little Theresa Rene was born two years later. Since being alone I have joined some more clubs: The Friendly Neighbors of Center Village and the Harlem Township Arts and Crafts Home Demonstration Group. In the spring of ‘71 I accompanied the Delaware County Demonstration Clubs on a three-day trip, Ken Feasel drove the bus load of 38 women to Washington, D.C., Williamsburg and Norfolk, Va. and we all had a lot of fun. In August of '72, I went with a bus load of Sunbury people to Chillicothe where we enjoyed the drama, "Tecumseh." If at all possible, I take advantage of such opportunities when they are of interest to me. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/a3bbf786dca97e87ce72a36e0bbc339d.jpg c11e70f9c62f305d41455d1cc7dde9fe Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (22) Description An account of the resource -19- In May of this year ('74), Beulah underwent her second open- heart surgery to replace a valve. This time she got along much better and it was not quite such an ordeal as the first operation was about five years ago when her calcium-coated valve was repaired. This last operation was successful although the doctor has trouble keeping her heart in rhythm, Cheryl and her kiddies came from Utah to be near her mother during her recuperation. We had several family get-togethers during Cheryl's three-week stay here. On August 20 of this year, I embarked on a many-faceted adventure which involved four different airlines: TWA, Western, American, and Ozark. The first leg of the journey was a visit in Denver, Colorado with my granddaughter JoAnn and her husband, Dan, and their children Bryan and Tracy. They familiarized me with the scenic wonders of that area. One day we went up to Mt. Evans which is almost as high as Pike's Peak. From Denver I few to Phoenix on August 27 where I joined a group for a Tauck bus "Tour of the Canyons." Words cannot describe the beauty of the canyons -- the gorgeous colors and the unusual rock formations such as the cathedral spires and the chess men were impressive to me. Other interesting features of this trip were Arizona University, Heard Museum, Kaibab National Forest, Lake Powell, Mormon country, Zion National Park, Hoover Dam, Rainbow Bridge, Bryce Canyon, the boat trip at Glenn Canyon Dam, our posh motels and menus from which we could order $14.00 dinners if we desired. Oh, yes, we spent overnight at Las Vegas, the entertainment capital of the world! We saw a floor show and it was fun to watch other people win and lose at the gambling tables. The group on the bus were all congenial and had gathered in from all over the country. Again, at age 78, I was the oldest person aboard. Of all the canyons, my favorite was Bryce Canyon. Indeed this tour was all the brochure touted it to be! Having completed this segment of my journey, it was with high expectations I headed toward Salt Lake City on Tuesday, September 3, where the Swartzs met me at the airport. Cheryl had written so enthusi- astically of the beauties there and said she was eager to show me around. So I was dumbfounded to find her so listless and passive; a far cry from her usual vivacious personality. After we arrived at her house, I sat down on the sofa and Cheryl came and sat beside me to visit. Almost immediately she fell over asleep. Her doctor advised us to bring her into the hospital for tests as he had been treating her for a chronic ailment. However, to his utter dismay and ours, her condition rapidly worsened and in spite of having the best doctors and the best of care, we lost this dear young wife and mother on September 14, 1974 at the age of 28. Her ailment was diagnosed as a frontal brain tumor which was inoperable. No one even knew she was seriously ill and we doubt if she suspected. Her only symptoms seemed to be drowsiness, listlessness, and terrible headaches (which she kept secret from the family) until she went into the hospital. This latest heartbreak has been an awful blow to me because Cheryl was my first grandchild and we were always close. However, beyond my http://66.213.124.233/files/original/4d969a70cecbfd66e8f4f46feef48c82.jpg 520fc5fb29f5eabcf1480c9ed5b9dbc5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (23) Description An account of the resource grief is my concern for her little ones who are aged 4 and 16 months and for their daddy who has this burden to bear. We are all standing by to help in whatever way we can. Frank was able to get a transfer to Dayton Air Base so at least the children are nearer to us. He is determined to keep his family together and I am sure he will manage somehow. I was spending the weekend of October 13, 1974 at the home of Rod and Misch's when I took ill with sort of an unusual heaviness in my chest. They took me to Riverside Hospital where the doctors diagnosed it as being a light heart attack. I spent almost six weeks in Riverside Hospital under observation and am still recuperating at Gordon's and Carlton's houses hoping soon to be in my own home. Through the years with the depressions, hardships, wars, illnesses, accidents, joys and sorrows, at age 78 I realize there is still the God-given sunshine that comes through after the stillness of night and the clouds of day. The love for my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren will give me a busy, happy life to keep up with so many as God provides my strength. I hope to add many more chapters to my story as time goes on! Hazel (Buell) Ryder Life Long Resident of Harlem Twp. Born May 5, 1896 - died June 1, 1979 Husband Andrew L. Ryder, Berkshire Twp. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/7e554473f0b6f440fe3ab08ac0a36595.jpg a531c28bae9d484468f91661e0278b19 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (24) Description An account of the resource Early vital records of the first Buels William Buell (Bewell) a Welshman born 1610 in Chester, England, settled at Windsor, Conn. in 1630.. His children were : Samuel 1713 ~ 1790 - A Minute Man Mary Peter Hannah Hepzibah Sarah Abigail. Samuel's son, Peter, married Martha Coggins and Peter's son, Samuel, 1742 — 1819 of Westfula, Mass., was a lieutenant 1776 Joshua Hamilton Buel, son of Grover, orphaned at age 6, in Schen- ectady, N. Y., made his home with Deacon Trahoun. Joshua's first suit made from his father's red coat (etc.) as his father was a general for the British in War of 1812. In 1834, at age 55, Joshua left N.Y. and came to Ohio. He helped organize the Hartford Fair Society in 1857 and was its 1st president. 2 years later as vice president of the Hartford Agriculture Society, he helped acquire 25 acres of land from Tabor Sharp for the sum of $500. ($20. per acre) at $25.00 yearly for 20 years. To Joshua and Lucy Gear Buel were born Kate Buel Hunt, Edwin Arlten Buel, Mudson P. Joshua, Jr.(Jott), and Lucy Buel Johnson. Joshua, 1779 ~ 1883. http://66.213.124.233/files/original/e8e841c5d6dfe28a94d0ce2d20f57045.jpg 6cf5cbc0edce10c6560446188e237882 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Patterns of My Life (25) Description An account of the resource Corresponds to back cover of Patterns of My Life by Hazel Buel Ryder Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Patterns of My Life Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Ryder, Hazel Buel Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Subject The topic of the resource Buel family--Genealogy Local history--Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury Ryder family--Genealogy Personal Narratives--Andrew Ryder (1891-1968 Personal Narratives--Hazel Buel Ryder (1896-1979) Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1979 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 31086536 Description An account of the resource In this book, Hazel Buel Ryder discusses the histories of the Buel and Ryder families. Mrs. Ryder includes memories of grandparents, siblings, traveling, schooling, weddings and other family events.