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Saturday 10AM - 2PM during 3rd Weekend in Montrose
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November 25 1921/2021
Forest City – Contractor Holt has practically finished the Main Street pave. Head walls are being erected at present, and in a few days the stretch on North Main will be open to the public, thus completing a line of pave from the south line of the borough to Clifford township. Contractor Holt has had many ups and downs in the completion of the work, but he has given us a good job. The pavement will be thrown open for travel its entire length on December 1st. ALSO ESTRAYED from my premises on Railroad street, on November 3rd, a yellow cow with one horn broken a little. Dark on the face. Charles Zielenskas.
Choconut – At the sale in New York of the library of the late Robinson Locke, editor of the Toledo Blade, the principal item was a 25 volume set of the works of Mark Twain, which brought $610. Mark Twain was a contemporary of Mr. Lock’s father, David R Locke, who was a prolific humorous writer during the Civil War, under the cumbersome pen-name of “Petroleum V. Nasby,” said to be President Lincoln’s favorite writer. The David Ross Locke, referred to above, was a son of Nathaniel R. Locke and Hetty Ross, of this place. He was the grandson of Captain John Locke, a soldier of the Revolution and one of the Boston “tea party” of 1778, who came to this county and settled in Choconut in May of 1814, where he died in the spring of 1834, at the age of 83 years.
Montrose – Among the best of the new books at the Library are: The Snowshoe trail, by Edison Marshall; The Luminous Face, Carolyn Wells; Traditions, Marie VanWorst; Burned Bridges, Bertrand W. Sinclair; A Lantern of Love, Della MacLeod; Stepsons of Light, Eugene Rhodes and The Island, Bertha Runkle. The worthwhile books that are most in demand at present are Outlines of History and an Autobiography of Andrew Carnegie by H. G. Wells.
West Bridgewater – Arthur E, Robinson reports the theft of 25 pullets from his farm last. It is interesting to note that only pullets and no roosters were taken. The loss is a large one and especially so since Mr. Robinson had taken great care and pride in the raising of this splendid flock. A neighboring farm, that of Robert Smith, was also recently robbed. This time $40 worth of furs, which Mr. Smith had trapped, were taken. We predict some midnight shooting soon.
Lenox – Hugh Barney, aged 32, was arrested by State Trooper Lester Hopewell on November 3rd, charged with setting fire to the dwelling house of Chas. O. Price of Lenox, on January 2, 1919. It is thought that revenge was the incentive for the crime. Young Barney was held under bail in the sum of under $500 as a material witness. The State Police have been working on the case since the fire.
Uniondale – A very pleasant affair took place at our school house here on Monday as our teacher, Miss Potter, had arranged to give her pupils a very pleasant time on the last day of school. The mothers were all invited and at noon a bountiful dinner was served, for all had brought something good to eat. Everything was most excellent, hot cocoa, sandwiches, baked beans, cakes, pies, puddings, cheeses and pickles, home-made candies and lemonade. A big dinner was enjoyed by the hungry boys and girls, also by the older ones.
Fairdale – Mrs. Homer Lake, aged 37 years, died at her home near this place early on Tuesday morning. Death came suddenly and as a shock to the community. She was formerly Madge Roe, daughter of David and Jessie Roe. She is survived by her husband and two daughters, Zelda and Alice, and one son, Paul. Interment was made in the Fairdale cemetery.
Brookdale – Mrs. Adelia Whipple would like some plain sewing to do, such as piecing quilts.
South Montrose – Thomas O’Brien, Jr. oldest child of Mr. & Mrs. Thomas O’Brien, had the misfortune to break his right leg in a runaway accident last Saturday. The lad had just arrived at the creamery when the boiler blew off steam. The horse became frightened and started suddenly, throwing young O’Brien out of the wagon. No injuries, other than the broken leg, were sustained. Nearby workmen took the lad to the home of Searle Lake, where he remained overnight.
Beech Grove, Auburn Twp. – Jay Carter has recently been entertaining three city hunters, two of whom brought their wives along for a week in the country. ALSO In West Auburn, we were grieved at the passing of our kind friend and neighbor, John Ervine, Sr., on Nov. 19. “Uncle” John was highly esteemed by everyone and will be greatly missed. Although he had attained the ripe age of 88 years, his erect figure, until his recent illness, far from denoted that age. The funeral was held in the M. E. church and interment at Jersey Hill. Much sympathy is expressed for the widow in her loneliness.
Brackney – The Snow Hollow School has a large attendance and the scholars seem to be interested in their work. Mrs. John Gillooly is the teacher.
Gelatt – Mrs. Carl Wood and children are spending a few days with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. E. Gelatt, before going to Niagara Falls, where her husband has a lucrative position with the Shredded Wheat Biscuit Co.
“The Observer:” In these days of automobiles, when interest on the part of autoist centers on the number of miles one’s car can make on a gallon of gas,--and the size of one’s garage bills—a page from the past, when oxen were used more than horses, and the light of the fire-place and the tallow dip took the place of that now antiquated method of lighting—the kerosene lamp. It gives one a restful feeling, simply because life was being lived slowly and one took time to think and ruminate, to dream and drift with the slow-moving current. But they were toilsome days, too, when hand labor made sturdy men and women, and notwithstanding its somewhat slow pace in America’s history, it was a time when the country was in the making. There is a certain romance connected with those “grubbing” years which characterized the American nation in that period of the last century up to the Civil War. Years ago, I recall an “old resident” remarking that “times ain’t like they uster be,” when the whole family got into the ox-cart and all went visiting the nearest neighbor, some miles away. Yet so it is with life—the poor have their compensations for being poor, and the rich their handicaps—as well as compensations—for being rich—and the wise one asks for the middle route of “neither riches nor poverty,” for withal they are the most truly happy and contented.
Compiled By: Betty Smith