3 10 6623 http://www.delawarecountymemory.org/files/original/452a2ce7f679072c3822de8a06a87960.jpg c3b5b7dc240ad034c64e1abf333958a5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Daisy Wheaton Stereographs Description An account of the resource This collection from the early 20th century contains Daisy E. Wheaton's Stereograph collection which documents her travels across the United States with her husband, Charles, and several of their friends. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource "Hermit Trail" and where we camped Subject The topic of the resource Grand Canyon--Arizona--Early 20th century Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury--History--Early 20th century Personal narratives--American--Early 20th century Photography--Stereographs--United States--Early 20th century Travel--United States--Arizona--Cocovino County--Mohave County--Early 20th century Description An account of the resource "Hermit Trail" and the camp where we spent the night of Mch. 23, 1921. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Daisy E. 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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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/files/original/d78e6b16658e8f8d436806f580cf2202.jpg 203e17f88b64cc2f4021d04554211818 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sunbury Description An account of the resource The Sunbury collection contains documents on a variety of topics related to the history and development of Sunbury. Item types represented in this collection include diaries, maps, meeting ledgers, business documents and histories. Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 141 Letts Avenue, Sunbury, Ohio Description An account of the resource This photograph shows a home at 141 Letts Avenue, likely the home of John Loar, the driver of the car. The car is not a Ford and it would have been expensive. John Loar owned a restaurant. If you have more information about this photograph, please contact the library at 740-965-3901 or history@yourcl.org. Information provided by Red Edwards. Subject The topic of the resource Architecture--Sunbury--Ohio--Early 20th century Automobiles--Sunbury--Ohio--1900-1940 Delaware County--Ohio--History--Early 20th century Families--Sunbury--Ohio--Early 20th century Fashion--Sunbury--Ohio--Early 20th century Photographs--Negatives--Sunbury--Ohio--Early 20th century Residences--Sunbury--Ohio--Early 20th century Sunbury--Ohio--History--Early 20th century Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Photographer unknown Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource early 1900s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Relation A related resource Sunbury Glass Negatives Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Negative Type The nature or genre of the resource Still Image Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 30210312718389 http://www.delawarecountymemory.org/files/original/ca517ab7138b588df09b1c3429ae35f4.jpg df25c58ce96352ed4df5d2180457c9a4 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Daisy Wheaton Stereographs Description An account of the resource This collection from the early 20th century contains Daisy E. Wheaton's Stereograph collection which documents her travels across the United States with her husband, Charles, and several of their friends. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 1850 - Pasadena Rose Carnival Subject The topic of the resource Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury--History--Early 20th century Personal narratives--American--Early 20th century Photography--Stereographs--United States--Early 20th century Travel--United States--California--Los Angeles County--Pasadena--Early 20th century Description An account of the resource We had a looking space on south side of ^East Orange Grove Ave. Jan 1, 1924. This represents a "49s" scene, rather a reminder of scenes during the early fifties in southern Calif. Front of picture: 1850 - Pasadena Rose Carnival. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Daisy E. Green Wheaton Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource Jan 1, 1924 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Relation A related resource Daisy Wheaton Stereographs Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Stereograph 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 30210312451981 http://www.delawarecountymemory.org/files/original/fe34bb583020403efd338d269e7153ed.jpg ca37fed5ff16e4c6c1139800c14a24ac Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Atlas of Delaware Co. Ohio (p. 9) Description An account of the resource [Page 9 of the 1866 edition of Atlas of Delaware Co. Ohio] Berkshire Township Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Berkshire Township Description An account of the resource The items in this collection provide information on the early settlement and development of Berkshire Corners, Berkshire Township, Ohio. Items in this collection currently include the Record Book of Berkshire Township No. 2 1807-1843, the Cemetery Record of Galena and Berkshire Cemetery, an 1866 map of Berkshire Corners and photographs of Wilson Road taken in 2001. Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 1866 Berkshire Map Description An account of the resource This map shows the area known locally as Berkshire Corners as it was in 1866. The map includes a key identifying businesses and advertisers in the area. Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Beers, Soule & Co., Ohio Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1866 Type The nature or genre of the resource Still Image Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Map Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Language A language of the resource English Subject The topic of the resource Berkshire Corners--Ohio--Advertisers Berkshire Corners--Ohio--Businesses Berkshire Corners--Ohio--Maps Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Beers, Frederick William Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Atlas of Delaware County, Ohio: from actual surveys/ by and under the direction of F.W. Beers, assisted by A. Leavenworth & Geo. E. Warner (1866) Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource A. Leavenworth & Geo. E. Warner http://www.delawarecountymemory.org/files/original/77ad602e1e766e289eba9f94eff6b455.jpg ec0f3972808237246b0d58c3ce2080cb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sunbury Description An account of the resource The Sunbury collection contains documents on a variety of topics related to the history and development of Sunbury. Item types represented in this collection include diaries, maps, meeting ledgers, business documents and histories. Still Image A static visual representation. Examples include paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type Text to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 1919 Women's Rally in Sunbury, Ohio Description An account of the resource This photograph shows participants in the 1919 Women's Rally in Sunbury, Ohio. The house is at 21 S.Columbus Street. The 19th Amendment to the US Constitution was ratified August 18, 1919, giving women the right to vote. If you have more information about this event and its participants, please contact the library at 740-965-3901 or history@yourcl.org. Subject The topic of the resource Delaware County--Ohio--History--Early 20th century Negatives--Photographs--Sunbury--Ohio--Early 20th century Rallies--Sunbury--Ohio--Women's rights--Early 20th century Sunbury--Ohio--History--Early 20th century Women's suffrage--Sunbury--Ohio--1900-1920 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Photographer unknown Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1919 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 Negative Type The nature or genre of the resource Still Image Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 30210312718389 Relation A related resource Sunbury Glass Negatives http://www.delawarecountymemory.org/files/original/07a7dae8f60ee4081c184c061897265a.mp4 e87c7ce3111748793a53b19080f1ca88 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sunbury Description An account of the resource The Sunbury collection contains documents on a variety of topics related to the history and development of Sunbury. Item types represented in this collection include diaries, maps, meeting ledgers, business documents and histories. Moving Image A series of visual representations imparting an impression of motion when shown in succession. Examples include animations, movies, television programs, videos, zoetropes, or visual output from a simulation. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource 1984 Independence Day Parade Celebration Description An account of the resource Building the library float, Big Walnut Marching Band practice, flea market, parade staging, parade, award presentations at Big Walnut High School, girl’s softball dunk tank, Piper Puppets, sack races, backward races, and water balloon tossing. Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1984-07-04 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 Video/MP4 Type The nature or genre of the resource Moving Image Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context 92691346 Subject The topic of the resource Celebrations--Fourth of July--Sunbury--Ohio Independence day--Sunbury Ohio--1984 Sunbury--Ohio--History Videography--Sunbury--Ohio Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Community Library; Sunbury, Ohio Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Parade practice participants; Independence Day Parade, Sunbury, Ohio; Flea Market merchants and shoppers; Sunbury Square Language A language of the resource English http://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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://www.delawarecountymemory.org/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. Helwig 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 31002970 http://www.delawarecountymemory.org/files/original/ad19eab54f7522bb6f03fc29dad40935.jpg 888faf5ee7ef922ef960a1d7ff2258da Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Daisy Wheaton Stereographs Description An account of the resource This collection from the early 20th century contains Daisy E. Wheaton's Stereograph collection which documents her travels across the United States with her husband, Charles, and several of their friends. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Picnic Occasion at Smith's Casino, Miami Beach Subject The topic of the resource Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury--History--Early 20th century Personal narratives--American--Early 20th century Photography--Stereographs--United States--Early 20th century Travel--United States--Florida--Miami-Dade County--Miami--Early 20th century Description An account of the resource A picnic occassion at Smiths Casino Miami Beach in early Feb. '23. Mrs. Mr Edmond Sargent Columbus, myself, Mrs Chas Cring (Indianapolis) Mother Mann, Mrs Chas. Nebauer (New York) Jr Cring and Dorothy Nebauer Chas Cring, Chas Nebauer Chas. Wheaton out of sight. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Daisy E Green Wheaton Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource Feb 1923 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Relation A related resource Daisy Wheaton Stereographs Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Stereograph 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 30210312451981 http://www.delawarecountymemory.org/files/original/91b48c4478bc5ec1100ee94995196806.jpg afc506b68964ac6063a2001ec79ff0e3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Daisy Wheaton Stereographs Description An account of the resource This collection from the early 20th century contains Daisy E. Wheaton's Stereograph collection which documents her travels across the United States with her husband, Charles, and several of their friends. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to 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 Boulevard in Griffith Park - North of Hollywood Subject The topic of the resource Griffith Park--Los Angeles--California--Early 20th century Ohio--Delaware County--Sunbury--History--Early 20th century Personal narratives--American--Early 20th century Photography--Stereographs--United States--Early 20th century Travel--United States--California--Los Angeles--Early 20th century Description An account of the resource A boulevard in Griffith Park - north of Hollywood. It is fifteen miles through this beautiful mountain park, half it the way running up and over the mountains. The valley scene is on the north side. The town in the distance is Burbank in San Fernando Valley. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Daisy E. Green Wheaton Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource early 1900s Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource http://rightsstatements.org/vocab/NoC-US/1.0/ Relation A related resource Daisy Wheaton Stereographs Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Stereograph 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 30210312451981