Wednesday, December 8, 2010
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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Over breakfast the next morning, she sipped her orange juice and casually asked if I had heard all the tromping during the night. I shook my head with a shrug. Tromping? There were only 4 people in the whole inn and the other guests were an elderly couple on the lower level and he was frail and walked with a cane.
The story unfolded as we waited on breakfast. After she got off the phone, she lay wakeful in the darkness; listening to the rain on the roof and the creaking of an old building settling in for the night. Over the sound of the storm, she heard someone tromp heavily up the stairs directly outside our room; then run up and down the long central hall to tromp back down the stairs. Up and down and back and forth. Through the noise, she could just catch a murmured conversation between several people. Loud enough to hear, but muffled enough to not be able to distinguish what was being said. This went on for 10 minutes.
It could not possibly be the frail couple downstairs. It was perplexing. Thinking perhaps other guests had arrived late, she turned over, pulled the blankets over her shoulder and went to sleep.
When the innkeeper brought our pancakes, I asked him if the inn were haunted. Built in 1840, I assumed it must be. He gently laid our plates in front of us and nodded. “Why,” he said, “what did you hear? After hearing the story, he then regaled us with stories of the ongoing spectral party in the bar, the wallpaper episode and the yellow room.
It was thrilling.
If you get the chance, stay the night at the Echo Lake Inn. Let me know if anything happens. I hope you don’t sleep through it like I did.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
High on the list of things to do once we reached Richmond was a visit to Hill Cemetery to lay flowers on the graves of our father's ancestors. But it proved more difficult to find the cemetery than we thought. We drove around peering into hedges, tree rows and overgrown fields. We asked at the town hall then drove around some more. We finally found Cemetery Road and the house on whose land the cemetery lay, but still could not figure out where it was.
On the off chance that he might be able to give us some direction, I sent an email to a Find-a-Grave friend, Linus Leavens. He was the fine fellow who fulfilled a photo request months before. He agreed to meet us and walk us in across the field and up the hill.
Early the next morning, we hopped out of the car and looked up at a forested slope like all of them around us. Linus pointed up the hill through the trees and assured us that indeed at the top was a cemetery. Circumventing the dew-drenched field, he made a bee-line for a barely discernible path. The golden leaves littered the forest floor providing a damp but firm footing for the steep climb. Linus strode ahead, like many a Green Mountain man before him; while Sissy and I followed gasping for breath. Pulling ourselves up through the last trees, we got our first glimpse of the headstones in the clearing.
The farmer who owned the land at some point, finding it difficult to mow around them, had removed the stones and stacked them. Generations later, the stones were reset, but not knowing where the graves lay, the stones were put in two long rows alphabetically. An odd arrangement to be sure, but these old stones are still readable when many other younger ones I have seen are not. We followed Linus straight to the "A's".
Our G5 Grandfather, Isaac Benoni Andrews was born 23 August 1765 to Isaac Benoni Sr and Mabel Messenger. He married Sara Morris when he was 24. She was 18. They had 6 children: Horace, John G. Sally, Thomas, Lucy and Lois. Only Horace, John G and Lucy lived to adulthood.
Sarah died in 1804 and Isaac married Clarissa Fay in 1805. Clarissa Fay was the daughter of Salmon and Azubah Packard Fay. Clarissa was 20 years his junior. They had 9 more children, bringing Isaac's total to 15. Isaac's oldest child, Horace was only 4 years younger than his step-mother. Not a surprise then when he married one of Clarissa's younger sisters, my G4 grandmother Azubah Fay. So I am not only descended from the Andrews line but also the Fays.
I cannot thank Linus enough for taking the time from his busy day to escort 2 strangers to an abandoned hilltop cemetery.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I love old-fashioned fruit desserts. I prefer them to all-things chocolate. Try this.
2 cups sliced peaches or other fruit
1/4 cup sugar
1 tablespoon minute tapioca
3-4 tablespoons butter
2 c. flour
4 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt
1/4 c. sugar
1/3 c. butter
1 egg, lightly beaten
1/3 c. milk
Preheat oven to 425F
Butter a shallow 1 1/2-quart baking dish and arrange the fruit in the dish in a layer. Sprinkle with 1/4 c. sugar and the tapioca. Dot with the butter.
In a bowl, combine the flour, baking powder, salt, and 1/4 c. sugar. Blend in 1/3 c. butter, until mixture resembles moist crumbs. Combine the egg and the milk, and stir into the flour mixture.
Pat out the dough to about a 3/4 inch thickness, and cut into rounds. (I use a glass.) Place rounds on top of the fruit mixtures in the pan. Brush with melted butter. Bake for 30 minutes, or until the cobbler is bubbly around the edges and the topping is lightly browned.
Eat this hot awesomeness with ice cream. Yum-o-la.
Great Old Fashioned Desserts, Beatrice Ojakangas, p.34
Monday, July 26, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Common Pondhawk (female)
Sunday, June 6, 2010
There is nothing better over ice cream.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
This year there were 8 houses on the tour. Starting with the lovely garden in the picture, I wandered through a front yard transformed into a putting course, a wood nymph's playground outside of the community of Amity, 4 petite gardens on one block, including a white garden (the first one I had ever seen) and I ended in Greenwood Lake, NY at the most incredible lakeside property I have ever been on. Gardening in a microclimate is tough, whether on top of a mountain or lakeside. They have done an amazing job; around each curve there were surprises.
I did not find anything new that I HAD to run out and buy, but I did get lots of ideas on how to deal with the rocks. AND a yen to have my garden on one of the tours, maybe even next year.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
Grandpa Charlie sat straight up in the middle of the night and looked around. “Davey?”
He got out of bed.
Grandma Lizzie rolled over. “Charlie, what’s wrong?”
“I just heard Davey call my name.”
“Charlie honey, that‘s not possible. Davey's down south. Everybody's with him. Come back to bed.”
“I tell you, I just heard him call my name. He must be outside.”
Grandpa Charlie went outside and started to search the farm. Grandma Lizzie stood at the door in her nightgown and looked out. She was scared and worried. She had no idea of what was going on.
Grandpa Charlie finally came back to the house alone and perplexed.
“I can’t find him. It is strange. I heard him speak to me clear as a bell.”
Lizzie finally got him back to bed. Several days later they got word that the night Davey spoke to his brother-in-law was the night that he committed suicide by drowning himself in the Ohio river.”
Man’s Body Found in River
David Darnell Victim of Tragedy: Brother Identifies Corpse at Lynn Morgue
David Darnell, father of five children, left home Saturday evening about 7 o’clock, telling his aged father, William Darnell, that he was going fishing.
Monday afternoon about two o’clock, his body was found by Vernon McQuillen, 205 Front street, floating in the Ohio River, about opposite the county infirmary.
The theory held by the family of the drowned man is that he committed suicide. He had been in ill health for the past seven or eight months, they say he had been forced to quit work. He was very nervous at times, inclined to be despondent.
Before leaving the house of his brother Oakley Darnell, 822 Prospect street where he had been visiting Saturday, Darnell gave his brother, all of his money, clothes, and asked if Oakley could wear his shirts. Before leaving home Darnell changed his clothes, putting on an old pair of overalls and an old black shirt and an old hat.
He had frequently talked to his family of disposing of his property, and had given one of his brothers the key to his safety deposit box in a Youngstown bank and to the rooming house he once lived there.
When he did not come home Saturday evening, the family became alarmed and conducted a search for him, but being unable to locate him, decided that he had either gone to look for work or had gone to visit some friends out of the city.
The first the family knew of his death was when his brother, James, after reading an account of a man found floating in the Ohio river called at the Sun Office and was directed to the Lynn morgue where the body was taken after being removed from the after.
He recognized the body of his brother and after bringing the other brothers to the morgue, the identification was made certain.
McQuillen, who found the body, said that he was returning from the Kentucky side of the river to his camp, which is located near where the body was found and noticed it floating in the water. He fastened his grab hook on the clothing and towed the body ashore notifying Coroner J. D. Hendrickson immediately.
The man’s body was badly swollen and disfigured, being bruised in places where it had been struck by floating debris.
The coroner rendered a verdict of death by drowning Monday evening.
Darnell is the father of five children; Valena, Charles, Alice, Margaret and Cella, who live with their mother on Eleventh street.
He had been working in Youngstown until about six months ago, when he was taken down with a nervous attack, and since that time had been unable to worked at his trade and at the time he left the home of his brother, it was thought he might be looking for work.
Darnell is survived by his wife and children, his aged father and mother, whose home is in Madison county and eight brothers and sisters; William and Charles of Pittsburgh; James, Louis and Oakley of this City; Mrs. Elizabeth Wood of Erwin, Ohio and Mrs. Charles Hersey of Newscomerstown, O.
He was a member in good standing at the Trinity M. E. church of Youngstown, O.
Darnell was born and raised in this county and was 41 years old. His place of birth was Miller’s Run. He had worked here until about four years ago, when he moved to Youngstown, finding employment in a steel mill there.
The aged parents, who happen to be visiting here at this time were, distracted over the news of their son’s untimely end, and the sympathy of many friends was being rendered them last night.
Arrangements are being made for the internment of the remains but these have not been completed at this time.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
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Thursday, May 13, 2010
Guest Post on Genealogy from Sissy
The TV show sponsored by Ancestry.com has started a resurgence in popularity of all fields of family history.
I am a newbie when it comes to family history. My sister has been at it for about 30 years.
She now has me hooked. That being said, she was doing it WITHOUT the internet.
A lot of time was spent manually going through papers and photo coping.
There were phone calls and letters to different county seats in all the different states where we had ancestors. There were research costs and copy fees for each one of them.
There was and is a huge cost in just the copies from the local libraries.
I firmly believe some etiquette is required.
This should be common sense but……
Do not believe that you are entitled to all of their research. Just because you are family.
Do not believe that if someone has a document that they should give it to you.
Just because you are family.
Do not get into a war over paper. Think how you would feel if you had spent years of your life gathering all of this information and someone (family or not) thought that they could just take it.
Do let them know that you are interested and are willing to help.
Do take on the hard ancestor that no one could find. The internet is a wonderful tool.
Do look outside the box and not just cover the same avenues that have already been mined.
Do get your hands on any local historical documents. The local genealogy societies are a great place to start.
DO SHARE your findings as soon as you get something. The excitement is contagious.
If you help and show that this is not just a fad; that you are truly interested they will more than likely share what they have already collected.