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Sebewa Recollector
THE SEBEWA RECOLLECTOR,
ANNUAL MEETING, SATURDAY, JUNE 12 The Annual Meeting of The Sebewa Center Association will be held Saturday, June 12 1976 at Sebewa Center. The three-year term of vice president, Wesley Meyers, incumbent, will come before the meeting for election. A nominating committee will submit a nominee and other nominations may be made from the floor. Any nominations should have the assurance the candidate is willing to accept the office. POTLUCK DINNER AT NOON will be followed by the business meeting and a program. All members and friends are urged to attend. Several of our members have never visited a function at Sebewa Center. To them is extended a special invitation to come and get acquainted. DUES FOR THE 1976-77 YEAR—June to June are now due and payable to Henry Smith, Treasurer, Box 354, R 2, Lake Odessa, MI 48849. Dues remain the same $1.00 per person or $2.00 for a Mr. & Mrs. Family. However, in the light of postage increases and the extra cost of printing materials, an additional 50 cents contribution from those who receive THE SEBEWA RECOLLECTOR on a single membership will be appreciated. As of late May, some have already paid dues for the 1976-77 year. Those who have already paid will find their initials listed below: L.B., R.B., C.C., Gla. C., C., I. C., Ro. C., D. C., E., F. G., J. W. J., G. L., A. V. M., F. M., M. M., Cl. Mc., A. S., F. S., E. T., P. T., B. V. and J. W. BETSY ROSS GOES BIG According to the current FARM JOURNAL you may see the largest Betsy Ross flag ever by journeying to the Vernon Moens farm in Henry County, Illinios. There you will see Betsy’s creation covering SIX ACRES with 200,000 petunias making up the pattern. Neighbors, Scouts and FFAers took part in the project. NEW PLAT BOOK A 1976 Ionia County plat book has been published by the Ionia County 4H Advisory council. It is available at the Ionia County Cooperative Extension Office in Ionia for $5.00. Lyle Cunningham appears as the largest Sebewa Township landholder with nearly 1,000 acres under his name. This includes the acerage formerly owned by Theo Lenon. Others showing 200 acres or more or a wee bit less are: Elfa Creighton, Allen Cross, Emerson Lehman, Gerald Gilbert, Bruce Walkington, Phil Spitzley, Don Benschoter, Floyd Carroll, Joe Pung, Ken Creighton, Allyn Goodemoot, De Bruyn Produce Co., Ronald Arnesen, Ken Seybold, Stanley Sayer, Edward Kenyon, Betty Merrifield, John Hadeway, Fred Apsey, Don Possehn, and Lyle Kneale. Dwellings as marked on the map appear most numerous along Musgrove Highway and Clarksville Road. A township map of 1906 shows only two holdings of 200 acres or more. DEATHS OF MEMBERS in the past two months have been those of Mrs. Josephine Dorin McWhorter of Grand Ledge and John Shay of Portland. Both were former Sebewa residents. BICENTENNIAL ACTIVITIES WILL PEAK ON JULY 4 If you are not ready to demonstrate for independence with your own firecracker and Roman candle Independence Day, July 4 offers a wide choice of attractions for celebration in nearly every city, village and crossroads in the country. At 2 PM on July 4 the bells of the nation will ring in unison by resolution of the U. S. Congress. This is your chance to make the heavens ring for our 200th anniversary of nationhood. Dinner bell, cow bell, wrecking bar, circle saw or public call to worship, with them “let freedom ring!” THE NEW EATON COUNTY COURTHOUSE will be dedicated following the bell ringing. BICENTENNIAL TREES Without much ceremony two bicentennial trees were planted in the Sebewa Baptist Cemetery in season. In the southwest corner of the cemetery is a gingko tree from the J. C. Blanchard lot in Ionia. In the northwest corner is a white pine. We make this entry for the record that they are the bicentennial trees for Sebewa. Gingkos from the Blanchard lot were also planted, one on the Ionia Courthouse lawn and one on the grounds of the new courthouse in Charlotte. It was the late Mrs. Leon (Maud Samain formerly of Sebewa) Lockwood who started the gingko trees from the nuts of the large gingko on the Blanchard lot. SEBEWA GRAVEL The last retreat of the glacier that covered this area blessed Sebewa with a number of gravel deposits. During the past century most of these have been worked out and none remain active. Lest we forget, here are the names of the owners of the pits and their locations when gravel was being taken from them: Allyn Goodemoot, Knoll Road; Florian Kenyon, Clarksville Road; Lyle York (Lionel Normington) Clarksville Road; John Stone (Luther McDowell) Clarksville Road; Jerry Hummel Sunfield Road; Albert Meyers Sunfield Road; Joshua Gunn Bippley Road; Evertt Kenyon Bippley Road; Hall J. Ingalls Bippley Road; Charles Cooper Musgrove Highway; Wesley Cramer Sunfield Road; Doris Van Wyck Henderson Road; Volney Thuma Sunfield Road; Lewis Staples Henderson Road. A GLIMPSE AT SEVEN GENERATIONS By Gladys Shetterly Cook My parents, Ozro B. Shetterly and Lillie Rowe Shetterly came to West Sebewa from Orange Township shortly after they were married in 1891. Our farm was on the south side of section 7 on Henderson Road. Ozro’s parents, Charles and Polly Hakes Shetterly, lived on Reeder Road north and west of Collins. They came to Orange from Barry County but had previously lived in Ohio. My mother’s parents were Robert and Emma Barber Rowe. Emma’s mother, my great grandmother, also named Emma, and whom I can remember before she died at age 93, came from England. The story goes that she once got the prize for having the prettiest head of hair of any girl in London then. Ozro B. attended school in Barry County and at the Keefer district in Orange. After my parents were married they spent most of their lives on the farm at West Sebewa where my nephew, Phil Shetterly and family now live. My grandfather Shetterly lived with my parents in his retiring years. When my father retired from farming, he and Mother moved to what is now my home in Lake Odessa. It was then that my brother, Dale, took over the farming until he, too, moved to Lake Odessa and left the farming to Phil’s efforts. I was born on the Sebewa farm in 1893 and went to school at West Sebewa. Clare Murphy was my first teacher. He was followed by Alta Johnson of Lake Odessa for two years before Bertha Hagerman taught for the next four years. When I graduated from the eighth grade, Glenn Coe, Leona Coe Westbrook, Lailah Rebedue, Ella Peacock Wilson were in my class. We had our graduating exercises at the Presbyterian Church, just south of the West Sebewa store. We had commencement night and we all marched up on the platform and got our eighth grade certiciates. It was a high big night for us. Previously we had gone to Lake Odessa to write the county eighth grade examination and had passed it. Other pupils in the school as I remember them were Arthur Creighton, Theron McNeil, Bill Downing, Clarice Goodemoot Andrews, Jessie Waring Oatley, Mabel Sexton Valentine and Gladys Snyder Cook. After the eighth grade came high school at Lake Odessa. My folks made arrangements for me to room and board with a family by the name of George Carr. He was the baggage master at the railroad depot. My father would bring me to Lake Odessa on Monday mornings and would come for me again on Fridays so I could be home on weekends. The second year I boarded with a family by the name of Cooley. They were old people who had lived west of Lake Odessa. The last two years of my high school I lived with the Ora Lapo family. Mr. Lapo ran a hardware store. He had a daughter, Iva, who later married Dale Griffin. In my first year in high school, George Downs was the superintendent. We had a teacher by the name of Nettie Van Houten. In my last two years Kittie Van Houten, Nettie’s sister, taught. They came from Portland. I think we had a baseball team and a girl’s basketball team for a little while, though I never played. There was no gymnasium in that school building. We had a janitor by the name of Heaton. One of his tasks was to ring the bell, which was then in the belfry of that old school building that burned in 1922. That is the same bell that is mounted in front of the present elementary school building. Mr. Heaton was always careful to ring the bell a few taps longer if he saw somebody hurrying to get there on time. There were thirteen in our graduating class of 1910 and there are six or seven still living. They are Helen Cheetham, living in Montana; Dale Griffin, who lives in Grand Rapids now and Stanley Dann, Ethel Morrow Jackson and I all living in Lake Odessa. Veda Lapo Blickenstaff lives somewhere near Detroit and I believe Lottie Healy is still alive, living in Grand Rapids though I don’t know what her married name is. We had class night and graduation exercises in the Lake Odessa Methodist Church, one following the other. I cannot remember who was our speaker or what advice he may have given us. After graduation I planned to teach but the age requirement of eighteen kept me home for a year. In 1911 I went to the six-week summer school at Mt. Pleasant and then took the teacher examination at Ionia. Passing it gave us a teacher’s certificate good for one year. I applied for the job at the Bishop school to Snow Peabody and at Sebewa Center to Mr. Howland as director. Fred Gunn was also on the school board. I was hired to teach the Center school at $40.00 per month. I made arrangements to room and board with Fred and Minnie Gunn. Alton Gunn was then in high school at Sunfield along with Karl Gierman and Ross Tran. I recall when Harvey Lowery, the county school commissioner called on me. He made periodic visits to all the country schools in the county of Ionia. I had let the youngsters out to play at recess and I was working at the blackboard when I thought I heard someone knock. I thought it was one of the youngsters knocking just for fun and I did not pay any attention. Then I looked up just in time to see Mr. Lowery coming in the door. It startled me. I said “Good afternoon, Mr. Lowery, did you knock?” He said “Well, no, should I have?” All of that was very embarrassing to me. I think he gave a little talk to the children but I was too embarrassed for the rest of the afternoon to remember much about it. As I remember, my group of pupils there included Verney Cassel, Ray Cross, Arlo Aves and Reva Darling in the eighth grade. Elmer Gierman, Homer, Ione and Ilah Downing were in the seventh grade. Others in school were Margaret Blossom, Ethel Tran, William and Muriel Joynt. John York and Alice Tran were in the fourth grade. Howard Cross was a beginner. Ethel Heintzleman, Frances Sears, Wesley Joynt and Floyd Probasco were there also. I think Orilla Shilton was in the fifth grade. The Joynts came during the year and were not in school the full year. There were also two Plockmeyer children, who were there for part of the year. We had a last-day-of-school program. I remember that my brother was about four years old and he had learned a piece he was going to speak. He got up on the platform and when he could not think of it, I started to prompt him a little bit in a low voice. He said “Hunnh?” I cannot remember the piece he spoke. I had my contract to teach for the next year but my boyfriend, Clifton Cook, thought he needed a teacher in his home more than the school did. We were married September 28, 1912. We lived on what is now M 66 in a small house next to where Oren Daniels’ home is on the Sebewa side. We bought the place from Fred Andrews and we were there three or four years before we bought the Ira Hayes place on Tupper Lake Road. Fred’s wife was Molly Waring. My five children went to school in the Bishop district and all of them went to Lake Odessa High School. The last two rode the bus while the first three had to drive the car. There were Gaylord, Ilene, Rose, Merlin and George. Gaylord lives in Muskegon; Ilene (Holland) in Mulliken; Rose (August) in Lake Odessa summers and Florida winters; Merlin lives in California and George is in Texas. Now with several great grandchildren, I view a seven generation slice of history. FURTHER FLIGHT (Continued from April Issue) The planes of the world were at Kennedy International Airport as well as the facilities for their care, their loading systems and the things that must be provided for passenger comfort on the ground. When you start going over the list of airlines that depart New York for destinations all over the world as well as the domestic flights in U.S. it is not surprising that a tremendous amount of space is covered to house the ticket sales, waiting rooms, rest rooms, restaurants and walkways that interconnect the whole system. At the Air India station where we left the bus, our tour leader counted noses and identified the bags that were to be loaded onto the New Delhi-bound plane. But somehow that was not the departure point for the passengers. We were shepherded inside the building and started the long walk through the maze that any big airport building seems to be. The bright blue flight bags we carried that were furnished by Stark Tours quickly identified members of our group of twenty and gaits, voices and mannerisms soon became familiar. Somewhere along the line we had an impromptu rest stop and it was there that I learned that two of the group had traveled to South America in 1965 on the same tour that Theo Lenon and Ken Smith of Mulliken had taken. Here, again, our tour leader asked for our book of tickets to exchange the New Delhi ticket for a boarding pass to the plane that was waiting somewhere out there. I surrendered my folder, only to be told my tickets were missing. There was a tense moment until I found I had put the tickets in another folder in my pocket. Our trek of the aisles resumed past one airline headquarters after another until we finally came to the Air India waiting room. There was still time to kill. Passports were checked and health certificates examined to be sure we should have no trouble with them once we were outside the country. It appeared that not many people were taking our trip for we had the waiting room mostly to ourselves. Later we knew Air India had another waiting room or two for we certainly were not alone when we came to board the India flight. On board were sixty people from Ohio for an Audubon bird watching tour of India. Many others were Indians returning to India. Before our signal to leave the waiting room, stewardess Linda, as she introduced herself, dressed in a sari, addressed a few remarks to our group about her country, the climate and some of the things we might find different from what we were used to. She said we would see poverty there but considering the population of 600 million, the percentage of poor there might be no greater than it was here. This remark was accepted with a wait-and-see attitude by most of our group. There was no visored capped conductor with lantern in hand to bid us “ ‘board’” but with boarding passes in hand we followed the leader down the aisles through the ramp and onto the 747 that was to take us to New Delhi. Stewardesses assigned us to our seats as determined by the numbers on the boarding passes. I had a window seat a few feet behind the wing, which was below us. Seating in the Air India is two seats on the right side of the right aisle, four seats between the two aisles and three seats on the left side of the left aisle. The galley, a block of four unisex toilets in the center section divide the length of the cabin into compartments of a sort though the two aisles and the outer rows have unobstructed view the length of the plane’s interior. Flip-over panels at the forward ends of the compartments provided movie screens for the suspended movie projectors. Earphones offered us a choice of music or the movie soundtrack. For a charge of $2.50, which fee, the stewardess informed us, was according to international air regulations and said “we are sorry it is necessary”. Without the movie script I could watch John Wayne hopping around on two different screens that were about five minutes out of synchronism. “Hello, this is your captain speaking”. This on the public address system was our introduction to our Indian captain. He continued in a dapper manner to give us air speed (700 mph plus due to a good tail wind), temperature, altitude, location, (Boston 50 miles on our left, Gander coming up) and estimated time of arrival in London. A little later he made his way through the aisles casually chatting with any passenger who wanted a word with him. From his manner it was quickly evident we were to gain a favorable impression of Air India at every point of service. Luggage racks that snapped shut overhead took care of the carry-on bags, outer coats and small packages. Other storage space held cushions and blankets for those who wanted them. Stewardesses were quick to provide diapers and heated bottles for the babies. Aspirin was available for the asking. Hard candles in a paper wrapping were passed to the passengers at the start of every Air India flight. Apparently the flow of digestive juices eases the strain of flight. Once on the way across the Atlantic, dinner was in order even to the choice of two different meals. Trays from wheeled carts to fit the aisle were passed by the stewardesses as they worked their way along the aisle and filled orders. Coffee or tea was poured in the cup from hammered aluminum hot pots later. Even the milk for diluting the drinks was served hot. Silverware was in sealed plastic wrap as were condiments and wet-wipes. Soon the meal was over and the movie started. Flying east, we were gaining time on the sun so it was not too long after dinner before it was time for breakfast. Most of us had napped some in between. I could look out the window and see a familiar star constellation to the south, though it seemed to have an unusual tilt. Cloudy skies over England gave but glimpses of something besides water below. Soon we landed at Heathrow Airport. In contrast to what we had seen at Kennedy and O’Hare here was bright green grass along the runways in mid-February. Flowers in bloom at that time were a pleasant surprise. Once our plane had taxied to its slot we were asked to deplane for 1 ½ hour wait. Our crew had done its stint, the plane needed cleaning and tidying up, a new supply of fuel was in order, the holding tanks for the toilets were emptied and the galley was restocked with trays of food for the 400 people flying east. We were directed to the transit room where there were duty-free shops, W. C.’s (as the British designate them for ladies (stick figure woman) and (stick figure man). There I found I could take my choice of 220 v. or 110 v. for plugging in my electric shaver. My shaver would work with the 220 used in Europe and Asia with a plug adapter or with the flip of a switch back to our 110. I found that the British were not much interested in our coins. The result was that I begged a tuppence from a north English lad to use for a London phone call. Mrs. Russell Brunger of Grand Ledge had given me the phone number of her son in London. When I found an unoccupied phone in the bank of cubicles, I had a chat with the younger Mrs. Brunger. At London we had gained five hours’ time and without resetting timepieces and with departures and arrivals constantly announced, it was easy to become confused as to the time we were to get back on the plane. My assigned roommate for the trip, Marshall Moody of Port Byron, Illinois and I suddenly noticed we could no longer spot any of our trip members in the large number of people in the transit room. We decided we should be aboard the plane instead of standing there wondering about it. It was a good quarter mile walk back through the corridors. We could see our plane was still there though it was not so easy to determine what aisle and door to use to get to it. We were stopped for a security check and this time we were frisked from top to bottom by a little man whose English was so English we could not understand him though we asked him twice over. Later I learned the frisking at London was related to the Irish terrorist activities then plaguing England. We found everyone aboard with a new captain and crew and soon we were headed for the taxi strip. We were the eighth plane in line for takeoff. The line moved faster than the usual supermarket checkout line so the wait was not tedioud. Clouds continued to cover most of England but the scenery opened up over France. Roads following the shortcut from here to there instead of our system of squares were the pattern. Small fields of odd shapes were the rule. Frequent patches of woods among the fields were to be seen. After a bit we landed at Paris. It seemed the Parisians were partial to pink roofs on their white houses. Freeway type highways took care of the traffic around Paris. Here we waited for less than an hour and did not get off the plane. Some passengers got off at Paris and others boarded for Frankfort, Germany and points east. Parts of Germany were still snow covered. The roads were a little straighter, the fields a little longer and the woods a little larger than in France or so it seemed. The late afternoon sun sent a bright golden reflection up to us from streams, lakes and highways. This golden pattern followed us along on the side toward the sun as our shadow chased along ahead of us on the other side. At Frankfort it was the turn of the German cleaning crew to come aboard with their waste baskets, brushes and housekeeping equipment to put the travelers back into a state of neatness, ready for another leg of the trip. The Germans were nothing less than methodical and thorough in their once-over of the plane. Again the fuel trucks pulled up for our refill, our London crew bade us goodbye and the new crew was ready to take us to Kuwait on the Persian Gulf. Still gaining on the clock as we flew east, darkness soon blotted out any further view of the scenery on the ground. A longer session of craning my neck toward the window could have given me a permanent quirk in that direction. Each new crew seemed eager to start the meal that had been brought aboard. There was never time to get really hungry before another meal was served. A nap or two besides the meals got us to Kuwait with only a guess as what countries we had passed over. Lights from a number of towns were visible but they were certainly less familiar than the stars. At Kuwait the Arabs came on to brush up as a new crew took charge of the flight to New Delhi where we arrived shortly after daylight. There it was summery warm as we headed for customs from our 21-hour flight on THE EMPEROR SHAH JEHAN as out 747 was named. Ours was not the only plane to be unloading then. So besides our load of 400, many others were giving off heat in that crowded customs facility. First there was a check of passports and health certificates. When these were duly stamped we went to the baggage room to claim our own bags as they rolled in on a conveyor along with hundreds of others. A distinctive mark on a suitcase was a great help in identifying from numbers of others of similar appearance. Customs slid us through without incident. We were now ready to tour India. (End part two.) NOTES FROM THE DIARY OF POLLY INGALIS TIRRILL, 1872-75 Through the courtesy of Mr. and Mrs. E. Kenneth Tirrell of Charlotte, we have the diary of Mrs. Polly Ingalls Tirrill for the years of 1872-75. Mrs. Polly Tirrill was the daughter of Jonathan Ingalls, the Revolutionary War veteran who is buried in Sebewa. Polly and her husband, John B. Tirrill, were among the very first settlers in Sebewa in section 25 near Sebewa Creek. Their son, Martin Van Buren Tirrill was the first white child born in Sebewa November 13, 1838. Polly was very much concerned with the weather. At the time of the diary she was living near Martin V. at the northwest corner of Section 25 in Portland Township near the Howell School. That schoolhouse was used for church services. From the diary: August 7, 1872. Dreadful dry. Everything suffering with the drought. Friday I went to Lyons. August 14. A shower today. 16. Came up from Lyons. 17. Rained in the evening. Mrs. Jolly died today. 18. A good shower this forenoon. 20. A heavy shower yesterday. Dreadful sultry today. 21. Fair, warm. 22. Cooler, Martin threshed today. Friday pleasant. 23. Picnic Saturday. 24. Quarterly meeting in Eagle today & tomorrow. 25. Sabbath. Albert Olin died. 26. A heavy rain. Albert buried this afternoon. 27. Came to Charlotte on the cars. (Her son, John Fremont Tirrill, lived at Charlotte.) 28. Dull, summery. 29. Cleared off cool today. 30. Cool, went to Whitcombs. 31. Went to town. Mrs. Kilborn died today. September 1. Mrs. Fisher died. 2. Fremont and wife went to the funeral, dull and some rain. 5. Pleasant, had a shower last night. 8 Sabbath, warm and pleasant. 9. A shower last night and another today. 10. Pleasant and cooler. Sunday, 15th. Pleasant. 16. Martha came to John Smiths and went to Martins at night. 17. M. V. carried them to the cars to go back to Lyons. Shower today. 18. Squally. 19. Cool, a frost last night. 20. Pleasant & cool. 21. Hial moved today, pleasant. Sunday, 22. Some rain. 23. Showery, the wind blew hard in the night. 24. Showery. 25. Cold and squally. 26. Windy and cool. Friday, a little more of pleasant. Stayed to Howlands last night. Had my picture taken. October 21. Warm & pleasant. 22. Pleasant. 23. Pleasant. Went to town. Rained at night. Lots of company today. Put Mrs. Sawyer’s carpet in today. 25. Rainy day. Sabbath 26. Pleasant and warm. 27. Pleasant. 28. Fair. 29. No rain. 31. Cloudy. November 2. A rainy day. 3. Clouds, not much rain. 4. Got done weaving & am going to Martin’s today. 5. A rainy day for election. 9. Mrs. Colby here. M. V. sold his hogs. 10. Sabbath, we got disappointed of a preacher. 15. Clark Adams child died. 16. Martha came up. 25. An Indian summer. 28. Thanksgiving, cold and unpleasant. December 12. Terry M. Kelly died. 13. Funeral today, cloudy and cold. Christmas, nearly a foot of snow on the ground. 31. Butchered. January 6. Our school commenced today. 11. Went to Mr. Bradleys. 16. James Maynard was buried today. 19. Bro. Derree preached today. 29. M. V. has gone to John Smiths. He got me a half pound of smoking tobacco today. February 1, 1873. Elvira Howell was sick last night. 5. Begins to look like sugar weather. 8. Come home from Portland, got a half pound tobacco & left it to Miss Kilbourn’s. 27. M. & B. have gone to town. March 2. M. V. got a pound of Beauty, came in shorts. Gilbert Hogle here. 29. Bill Jones here. M. V. bought hay today. 25. Aunt Millie here today. 28. John & Jane here. Tuesday, April 1. Went to see the babes today. 3. Martin took Mrs. Spaulding to the village. Tuesday, 29. M. V. finished planting corn today. Sabbath 6. Terrible thunderstorm last night. Beauty came in today. 8. Brock came in. 13. Disappointed of a preacher. Tuesday, 15. Came down to John’s; raw wind. Tuesday 22. Got out Martin’s carpet. 24. Mr. Outwater’s sale. Monday, 29. Commenced Mrs. Mulford’s carpet. Tuesday, 6. Pleasant, the whippoorwill sang tonight. 8. Got March’s carpet out today. 9. Got old Mr. Marcy’s carpet in. Monday 12. Went to the funeral of Mr. Woodbury’s child. 15. Put in David Mulford’s carpet. 21. Got out Clorinda’s carpet. 24. Went to town. 26. Put in Elder Smith’s carpet. 27. Martin came after me. Lilly was sick. 28. Beck (Martin’s wife) was dreadful sick. 29. She is some better & Lilly is. 31. Quarterly meeting today. June 1. Great concourse of people to meeting today. 3. Went to Lyons. 20. Dr. Sorter stayed here last night. Monday, 30. Went to town; large caravan there. July 4. Pleasant for celebration. Mrs. Sawyer & Mrs. Lee here. 22. Very hot. M. V. has five men today. 24. M. V. has five or six men & three teams to stack the rest of the wheat today. 25. Went to town and got shoes & a pair of rubbers. 26. School finished today. August 2. Martin threshed today. He had 500 bushels. 5. Martin drawing wheat for Morehouse today. A peddler here to dinner today. 6. He has drawn all of Morehouse's today. 17. S. March & 3 children & Mr. Clattin & children with their wives here today. Friday, 22. Theodore Kelly died this morning. 23. Theodore Kelly funeral at schoolhouse today. He was 9 years old today. 26. Dock & Stowel threshed today. Saturday, 30. Went to town and came to Whitlock’s. September 1. Came home. 2. Went to Mrs. Stirling’s. 3. Mrs. Buck has a quilting. 6. Mrs. Winkle and Miss Martin came here. 11. Frost has not done any damage to vines yet. 14. Preaching at schoolhouse today. Old Jack Frost has nipped every green thing. 19. Old Mrs. Cross funeral today. Lilly is better. 20. Martin is going to get a new stove. 23. Martin butchered a hog. 26. Three men to help husk today. 27. He has 3 men today. The girls are over to their grandfather’s. Sabbath, 28. Elder Derree & Elder Brown stayed here last night. 30. Kesiah & Silva & children here today. (To be continued next issue.) SEBEWA’S CENTENNIAL FARMS:
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