tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64332056643246468662024-03-15T18:10:03.097-07:00Bethlehem NY HistorySusan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.comBlogger278125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-10962640428925281102024-02-01T09:10:00.000-08:002024-02-01T09:10:14.954-08:00Hessburg Estate - Update to an update<p> Wow - it is not often I have an update to an update - how fun!</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvqKhiUWf4ObPTlXwpfPhX9lcdq8zcvQWv5vCCqgFO6HyqS1gpu8hNz2ZL7h7XExOgqQeds1YBJt3EMA2vdM_afbOtwLhjKCJgb8vnyDLceX1845kYz1gC3JdRCM8ZwefZkEKmt6UaIcRJfQ-0kTPZEqbTxeupi0a8VmJpSpCiaasDXz9syk7X3CC10A/s3240/IMG_3946.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2536" data-original-width="3240" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvqKhiUWf4ObPTlXwpfPhX9lcdq8zcvQWv5vCCqgFO6HyqS1gpu8hNz2ZL7h7XExOgqQeds1YBJt3EMA2vdM_afbOtwLhjKCJgb8vnyDLceX1845kYz1gC3JdRCM8ZwefZkEKmt6UaIcRJfQ-0kTPZEqbTxeupi0a8VmJpSpCiaasDXz9syk7X3CC10A/w320-h250/IMG_3946.JPEG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> I first wrote about the Hessburg Estate in connection with the house's architect Marcus Reynolds way back in 2016.<p></p><p>Pop over here and give it a read:</p><p><a href="https://bethlehemnyhistory.blogspot.com/2016/10/architect-marcus-t-reynolds-work-in.html">https://bethlehemnyhistory.blogspot.com/2016/10/architect-marcus-t-reynolds-work-in.html</a><br /></p><p>Then read the follow up where I literally say there is a photo but I don't have it.</p><p><a href="https://bethlehemnyhistory.blogspot.com/2016/11/marcus-reynolds-hessberg-house-mystery.html">https://bethlehemnyhistory.blogspot.com/2016/11/marcus-reynolds-hessberg-house-mystery.html</a><br /></p><p>And now, 7+ years later, the photos!</p><p>Many thanks to Town Historian Bill Ketzer who recently did an oral history with Bill and Doug Weisheit. And many many thanks to Bill and Doug for sharing their family's history and memorabilia.</p><p>Now to the pictures!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUiBFdm1JgSzBHq5Zm-5nkhOITon_hejFG5GCKmp5raabBlsi6c7zsMCZXf_XL1YO-TnOBATrXauqN6ggdyXW8OeqSzFZnEB2HjzHsHQ1ohTXKPU994QcwOjSZ19ss9QpZIwwU2NNa-svyaBe9CvchkzE10kOp-iXwQ9wRDSl_BUXS12pGIy7sW8yGAU/s2792/IMG_3949.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2227" data-original-width="2792" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUiBFdm1JgSzBHq5Zm-5nkhOITon_hejFG5GCKmp5raabBlsi6c7zsMCZXf_XL1YO-TnOBATrXauqN6ggdyXW8OeqSzFZnEB2HjzHsHQ1ohTXKPU994QcwOjSZ19ss9QpZIwwU2NNa-svyaBe9CvchkzE10kOp-iXwQ9wRDSl_BUXS12pGIy7sW8yGAU/w400-h319/IMG_3949.JPEG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4zCksMSRKYLMBCmjgZGNXV7Wb3C0jQY83_3ons6m6A0wHBZoPMBww3T88OuH-ws99CyG1xtt2PGvt8YbMDyHSK1dokBO4S06hQ9dtr1_LEmyrDo8lkGwkMDbC2-Iiv2h0Uim5oJs4EVptFO9ynZ4Odlfqal-xhG07-cOQdYy_P5dnO0VivHlkaMGteI/s2792/IMG_3949.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE7UcknZu5VdIYZ3Ut7k6FXxK5hHHuLxHSOyXGbjgRl8dX8u3ry83ORdsPny4PETM6mTyQ_RBmtQHFXKx5J-kXrrf0BOsaL-aOlQCWh7nq7IzUxBxdyHMdq5Gxia290ZNQwSCy44ixO1DbD8xQbuYkri0lLzH7SIHggEUhQ9GP4Tud8a8YrZp6zmyaEZg/s2827/IMG_3952.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2827" data-original-width="2805" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE7UcknZu5VdIYZ3Ut7k6FXxK5hHHuLxHSOyXGbjgRl8dX8u3ry83ORdsPny4PETM6mTyQ_RBmtQHFXKx5J-kXrrf0BOsaL-aOlQCWh7nq7IzUxBxdyHMdq5Gxia290ZNQwSCy44ixO1DbD8xQbuYkri0lLzH7SIHggEUhQ9GP4Tud8a8YrZp6zmyaEZg/w398-h400/IMG_3952.JPEG" width="398" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjccwINWUZDj6g4HsmixHfibEaY-F_4RQATcIr_K6czh_OEmvfOFt6MFhVOOcCTorjQ9ZyrI3mPjPDfj3dFrLYv8f95e3ZF5TPn_MA3v5SYt3TqYpSPiS3FlxqoZzU8YxB3Ay87IV_RSuoUR2f8UiRlolRGtxPGIDDYPIfF2VPjAvGKWSRORwSV-Vn1M/s3508/IMG_4014.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2070" data-original-width="3508" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjccwINWUZDj6g4HsmixHfibEaY-F_4RQATcIr_K6czh_OEmvfOFt6MFhVOOcCTorjQ9ZyrI3mPjPDfj3dFrLYv8f95e3ZF5TPn_MA3v5SYt3TqYpSPiS3FlxqoZzU8YxB3Ay87IV_RSuoUR2f8UiRlolRGtxPGIDDYPIfF2VPjAvGKWSRORwSV-Vn1M/w400-h236/IMG_4014.JPEG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>And briefly if you don't want to read the other blog posts, the grand house was torn down to make way for the Our Lady of Angels Seminary (now the Job Corps property on River Road.)</div><div><br /></div><div>And if you want to know more about Reynolds, here's a link to an event coming up in a couple of weeks put on by the Historic Albany Foundation.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.historic-albany.org/calendar/2024/2/15/decrypting-marcus-an-intimate-evening-with-marcus-t-reynolds">https://www.historic-albany.org/calendar/2024/2/15/decrypting-marcus-an-intimate-evening-with-marcus-t-reynolds</a><br /></div>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-4993649726523113302024-01-27T07:20:00.000-08:002024-01-27T07:20:30.993-08:00Bill Ketzer - TOB Historian<p>Wow - it has been a while since I posted here!</p><p>I am still doing history things and am president of the Bethlehem Historical Association. Pop over here for a recent Spotlight article on the doings at the Cedar Hill School House Museum. </p><p><a href="https://spotlightnews.com/towns/bethlehem/2023/12/27/items-from-1940s-bethlehem-on-display-at-bha-museum/" target="_blank">https://spotlightnews.com/towns/bethlehem/2023/12/27/items-from-1940s-bethlehem-on-display-at-bha-museum/</a><br /></p><p>Today's post is to encourage you to follow Bethlehem's current historian, Bill Ketzer, on his Facebook account. Search for Bill Ketzer, Town of Bethlehem Historian and give him a follow. </p><p>He is writing and posting some really marvelous stuff.</p><p>Here's a screenshot of today's post.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3oBUkvX3RFOE5KTL2ia52IEKJTTGgWkvQextP7ORqMbJiq8-eTgSzr5U8pP4Y1o9PcIr_balb1GYPMsn2jv5JR_rjV9bpE0saKLhJa9jTF3RMHClcjKjp8D0zA3qljuS89FTMclKnz-eJq_ont-IlY5ToigQ86B3HoKOCnub533iyMRzeqJBevPzse8/s479/Bill%20K%20facebook%20screen%20shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="413" data-original-width="479" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy3oBUkvX3RFOE5KTL2ia52IEKJTTGgWkvQextP7ORqMbJiq8-eTgSzr5U8pP4Y1o9PcIr_balb1GYPMsn2jv5JR_rjV9bpE0saKLhJa9jTF3RMHClcjKjp8D0zA3qljuS89FTMclKnz-eJq_ont-IlY5ToigQ86B3HoKOCnub533iyMRzeqJBevPzse8/s320/Bill%20K%20facebook%20screen%20shot.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>(Sorry, I know it is blurry.) He is writing about a visit to the former Heath Dairy Farm. You can read his article over here in BHA's recent newsletter.</p><p><a href="https://www.bethlehemhistorical.org/_files/ugd/1185b9_a94dedfdd1384d09a314e4adc68ee010.pdf" target="_blank">BHA Fall 2023 Newsletter</a><br /></p>Also, he writes often for the BHA newsletter, so browse around the other issue here:<p></p><p><a href="https://www.bethlehemhistorical.org/newsletters" target="_blank">https://www.bethlehemhistorical.org/newsletters</a> </p><p>Below is one of the pictures from the Facebook post with Bill's caption.</p><p><i>Yours truly, talking Heath history with Trevor Heath Thayer (great-grandson and Rick Thayer (grandson). It's truly a gift when you can walk an historic property with those who worked, played and hunted on it. Pictures: Lauren Chiyoko Axford</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP00U9XnFbVT70FnOm-Za6uhcPgCV6hec8FD4NUUDlzICg1myesKhYeUKKV5i2IoX49U-oRJclNVwk_3hYRCFfEKWYYM8lCn6hvIjhDH3PbxFw78UmtItwyAuL9qeRIGdCrjst6B_tFMvvuQo__eM8ZTcLUeBbEo44SMd8dNyvGkBlxSdbU-ZQKoGZwQ0/s1132/Bill%20K%20and%20the%20Heaths.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="891" data-original-width="1132" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP00U9XnFbVT70FnOm-Za6uhcPgCV6hec8FD4NUUDlzICg1myesKhYeUKKV5i2IoX49U-oRJclNVwk_3hYRCFfEKWYYM8lCn6hvIjhDH3PbxFw78UmtItwyAuL9qeRIGdCrjst6B_tFMvvuQo__eM8ZTcLUeBbEo44SMd8dNyvGkBlxSdbU-ZQKoGZwQ0/s320/Bill%20K%20and%20the%20Heaths.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-61974176946480761932023-08-04T09:29:00.003-07:002023-08-04T13:47:10.332-07:00Alfred Webster's photo album<p>Don't you just love these old photo albums? The embossed surface? The fancy clasps holding it shut? The sheer, weighty heft of them? </p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Lv2jK3Cjfxblq-spoWtApiUcCK-YMQJIegmWwenvLg-ertqJbB5Ge9uAwvFJ8IVJHiFz7A2nyFoUVRBrU2-4T5AXh5IbaDV4VBbcinniLeZgmp4giY1A_glwzXjEo5vlYYw4MggKZGjtX9ZsrZCgCrNdldZg-U3dEmyMhpuu5z2dFMx2auo7S3leYqY/s3753/IMG_2461.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2968" data-original-width="3753" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Lv2jK3Cjfxblq-spoWtApiUcCK-YMQJIegmWwenvLg-ertqJbB5Ge9uAwvFJ8IVJHiFz7A2nyFoUVRBrU2-4T5AXh5IbaDV4VBbcinniLeZgmp4giY1A_glwzXjEo5vlYYw4MggKZGjtX9ZsrZCgCrNdldZg-U3dEmyMhpuu5z2dFMx2auo7S3leYqY/s320/IMG_2461.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And then, if you're lucky, you open it up and low and behold, the pictures are labeled with names. Amazing. Now to figure out who these people are and if they have a Bethlehem connection.*<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIW4V-OqL6hcYx1E2hyqwSLneaVq4CvFUDz0lVhgY0bK4os5Pf5bPKmCa7apxZT_FRbnysDdrbH2snPK5EXJckPLSnEa_tEJA_fiG_5z1XQfJhaiL4G7fyc_vGR0LHtN6Cd1a6-d1apzUd11XuylLw3ADJ4T3Sb0ySkiZtRL557zwKfcObdOUR3J8BIYg/s4032/IMG_2462.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2451" data-original-width="4032" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIW4V-OqL6hcYx1E2hyqwSLneaVq4CvFUDz0lVhgY0bK4os5Pf5bPKmCa7apxZT_FRbnysDdrbH2snPK5EXJckPLSnEa_tEJA_fiG_5z1XQfJhaiL4G7fyc_vGR0LHtN6Cd1a6-d1apzUd11XuylLw3ADJ4T3Sb0ySkiZtRL557zwKfcObdOUR3J8BIYg/w400-h244/IMG_2462.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alfred Webster</td></tr></tbody></table>The first photo is an older gentleman named Alfred Webster. We'll get to him in a minute because the real key to figuring out the album are the next two pictures.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjLKhUCGbKPvrT-NoKQidLmCoXjciQJt-nqI1OjE3Y85gc2iK1Z-qc_W0xCyNl4xxepbji-f0Cj-Pa12uE-NTPb2T7oNj1reb9ZPsfo3yVXt3uyxYd_7NHbmsBzroauCdg5oXpku_Cz81OU4Dfg1W8q6WTwalWw6lVjp6ymJ4hmcc5JuguRz3M5fyTq8/s4032/IMG_2474.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHjLKhUCGbKPvrT-NoKQidLmCoXjciQJt-nqI1OjE3Y85gc2iK1Z-qc_W0xCyNl4xxepbji-f0Cj-Pa12uE-NTPb2T7oNj1reb9ZPsfo3yVXt3uyxYd_7NHbmsBzroauCdg5oXpku_Cz81OU4Dfg1W8q6WTwalWw6lVjp6ymJ4hmcc5JuguRz3M5fyTq8/w300-h400/IMG_2474.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div>It's labeled Alfred Webster father of Olive, Floyd, Raymond & Harold.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxH6Sur42O-z1ii02QBYGVcBBuCX6hh6Y6jNzDv9f_r-EYg509vI5YOrsriNLudCI1Q0gJDaoMZ3LXls68u9SjMsWnKOS3oxeA2C7tVCPdRILz6cnz25svKXwoP4fqRHaf4Yf5nRRd8VcfCqCyh2Dz7SOuntYEcgbsl2V0w7yQJ-YuC4QQEiPmdpU3SpI/s3039/IMG_2475%20crop%20alfred%20&%20helen.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3039" data-original-width="1967" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxH6Sur42O-z1ii02QBYGVcBBuCX6hh6Y6jNzDv9f_r-EYg509vI5YOrsriNLudCI1Q0gJDaoMZ3LXls68u9SjMsWnKOS3oxeA2C7tVCPdRILz6cnz25svKXwoP4fqRHaf4Yf5nRRd8VcfCqCyh2Dz7SOuntYEcgbsl2V0w7yQJ-YuC4QQEiPmdpU3SpI/w259-h400/IMG_2475%20crop%20alfred%20&%20helen.JPG" width="259" /></a></div><br /><div>On the opposite page is this picture labeled Helen Florine Olmstead m. Alfred Cutler Webster.</div><div><br /></div><div>A quick hop over to Findagrave and things begin to fall into place. </div><div><br /></div><div>Alfred Cutler Webster, 1870-1956, is buried in the Acra (Greene County) Village Cemetery along with his spouse Helen Florine Olmstead Webster, 1870-1942. Finda lists their children as Floyd James (1896-1982), Raymond Willis (1899-1970) and Harold (1905-1928). Finda does not have their daughter Olive here. According to the photo album, she married someone named Simpson or Simpkins and I haven't tracked her down. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_uHdibeOoiwNLFdyPNS-cfpkbYnSdYic4AQnFjC23hlgH67KWcQkHSjQeRYbcWlC4fntOa3tCYhRCqbQvmzbkuV1F9ieU-BC2kFDpBQy6Xj3eh4ZJNEpdhKSD_BPCQYoeZQ_xQ4U7FxYAjVBpSL0grTVA-E4bc5dPsq0usT1e9a0vqw6MYETA2JuWaU/s3387/Olive%20Webster%20Simpkins%20crop.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3387" data-original-width="2732" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_uHdibeOoiwNLFdyPNS-cfpkbYnSdYic4AQnFjC23hlgH67KWcQkHSjQeRYbcWlC4fntOa3tCYhRCqbQvmzbkuV1F9ieU-BC2kFDpBQy6Xj3eh4ZJNEpdhKSD_BPCQYoeZQ_xQ4U7FxYAjVBpSL0grTVA-E4bc5dPsq0usT1e9a0vqw6MYETA2JuWaU/w323-h400/Olive%20Webster%20Simpkins%20crop.JPG" width="323" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Finda lists Alfred's parents as James Leander Webster (1824-1905) and Maria Kniskern Webster (1828-1907). When I looked up James on Finda, it lists <i>his</i> father as Russel Webster (1783-1870). This is most likely the old man pictured at the front of the album. I'm thinking the photo was taken near the time of his death in 1870.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinI6ZhHgeMKkftacQkixyJ9QFzRTdALmrDTFqwQMc9b5lwei5aEzSGjqEXA9kd7RStCJOXkHhVxKE3-RxGM8_Q3Xprm_CYG92yTLUeuqZ8XRdFYEYMsZazKie0sxnnxIbec6RfUDbvvjBN5knpdrDS69auo0ym3p9Q3Wt0Jxa41H4GZkxQ-g-s-I3ajMo/s3415/IMG_2463.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3415" data-original-width="2184" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinI6ZhHgeMKkftacQkixyJ9QFzRTdALmrDTFqwQMc9b5lwei5aEzSGjqEXA9kd7RStCJOXkHhVxKE3-RxGM8_Q3Xprm_CYG92yTLUeuqZ8XRdFYEYMsZazKie0sxnnxIbec6RfUDbvvjBN5knpdrDS69auo0ym3p9Q3Wt0Jxa41H4GZkxQ-g-s-I3ajMo/w256-h400/IMG_2463.JPG" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Yh_y1omtt6wWW6o6mM0vAohAIllxSJrf2c3rTci8FkdV1w9jYoL2V4LFwYvbnIQVElOUCaZwLCZql4gN1jzf6UbQBHoN0RQLp-4nmLZfhCOti4xWp3usE56OAqFWDvl5zbY_5VE9jlgGV-2mc6yVCKsAaw7diL8UMYAhgrjQ-zWEpiZZVnTbbF11ivQ/s4032/Russell%20Webster%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Yh_y1omtt6wWW6o6mM0vAohAIllxSJrf2c3rTci8FkdV1w9jYoL2V4LFwYvbnIQVElOUCaZwLCZql4gN1jzf6UbQBHoN0RQLp-4nmLZfhCOti4xWp3usE56OAqFWDvl5zbY_5VE9jlgGV-2mc6yVCKsAaw7diL8UMYAhgrjQ-zWEpiZZVnTbbF11ivQ/w300-h400/Russell%20Webster%20(2).JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Also in the album are Jarvis Webster and The Rev. Erastus Webster. I found an interesting newspaper clipping in the legal case of Erastus Webster vs. Jarvis H. Webster in the case of land owned in Cairo by Russell Webster, deceased. (Cairo by the way is right next door to Acra - Catskill Recorder Nov. 20, 1874) I'm thinking these two are sons of Russell. Check out the family resemblance.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhliV367zLVtQkbVyE4lJLOwA_wuZYHgs-2N0ZKox26bs2NMtN8T8Hb8BBsDAZzMQCvyFA1JvTiFj59fJhEVLdym0_hSP7WwSktujMdOhgjkfQgQCkRhCmKtTUMFXEbzHVdSOAUodr18RxgC_z0vOQUnMC9i8bQXTwRuNP_7JOGeO4TjqkYmf1OvsqQ0hM/s4032/Jarvis%20Webster.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhliV367zLVtQkbVyE4lJLOwA_wuZYHgs-2N0ZKox26bs2NMtN8T8Hb8BBsDAZzMQCvyFA1JvTiFj59fJhEVLdym0_hSP7WwSktujMdOhgjkfQgQCkRhCmKtTUMFXEbzHVdSOAUodr18RxgC_z0vOQUnMC9i8bQXTwRuNP_7JOGeO4TjqkYmf1OvsqQ0hM/w300-h400/Jarvis%20Webster.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvgfMLFxvKSDgb_NVOmGNliSG2G7htVfxiigeJe7-xxnKszm4ZlowZTYv65IJGdtos7k0tlvdMSGEsuToEMwkmbcyS22jrtL48wlw5F1nRbZgVWJMkYTUJi6FJjChDC8Q7-QIk3-LyCFjhAAwbIB0F_OCrFw62iL90aOEvq-_EpXWBIXPEo9smNxU9vw/s4032/Rev%20Erastus%20Webster.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvgfMLFxvKSDgb_NVOmGNliSG2G7htVfxiigeJe7-xxnKszm4ZlowZTYv65IJGdtos7k0tlvdMSGEsuToEMwkmbcyS22jrtL48wlw5F1nRbZgVWJMkYTUJi6FJjChDC8Q7-QIk3-LyCFjhAAwbIB0F_OCrFw62iL90aOEvq-_EpXWBIXPEo9smNxU9vw/w300-h400/Rev%20Erastus%20Webster.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div>In the album too is this picture of Maria Kniskern - might that be Alfred's mother who was born in 1828 and died in 1907? Probably. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdAD7yWfGx5Spwc0Y_ubfhlLVRE6A3Lyvj9lQzhH4CeViYMC1Ra_hETZREKyg59FlHtAGO7CFxiXNvh9K93645qEqs0E0lss7NjJ02irz4yC4ftw4dDjppu5ZexQ9YgJFs8SAWwvAUP1w4ViEg1BNLoPNKaDC0LOqMuwndpxpQo85ZNRU9l2QUBblLWcI/s1864/Maria%20Kniskern.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1864" data-original-width="1606" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdAD7yWfGx5Spwc0Y_ubfhlLVRE6A3Lyvj9lQzhH4CeViYMC1Ra_hETZREKyg59FlHtAGO7CFxiXNvh9K93645qEqs0E0lss7NjJ02irz4yC4ftw4dDjppu5ZexQ9YgJFs8SAWwvAUP1w4ViEg1BNLoPNKaDC0LOqMuwndpxpQo85ZNRU9l2QUBblLWcI/w345-h400/Maria%20Kniskern.JPG" width="345" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>There are a bunch more labeled pictures in the album related to the Webster and Olmstead family. But there are two of a man named Oscar Oatman. In an admittedly quick look, I couldn't find anything about him. And he looks so handsome in his uniform and with his bowler hat. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmatYj3aHyvxkpVYYs49shbajENWN6CxjnvcBjjAzHXhQjwU1QmB9ad0eYpH-at064piVAqnJGfcut4xFXiI2p_kLQy3eDy0dhuvwpFUWrvqlxU92x9ZwWhbqNmZ633-ZNeeHr6SrPoOOX4bRilhJYmggZeOI5ZIjP2JT8SXzY1P84wWA0VFhSMRIjLxw/s3439/Oscar%20Oatman.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3439" data-original-width="2851" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmatYj3aHyvxkpVYYs49shbajENWN6CxjnvcBjjAzHXhQjwU1QmB9ad0eYpH-at064piVAqnJGfcut4xFXiI2p_kLQy3eDy0dhuvwpFUWrvqlxU92x9ZwWhbqNmZ633-ZNeeHr6SrPoOOX4bRilhJYmggZeOI5ZIjP2JT8SXzY1P84wWA0VFhSMRIjLxw/s320/Oscar%20Oatman.JPG" width="265" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmx6nvPvhDuwMm9G8FcqMEsTTRw4JeXWcdt5HrbOIvAbo2hS5YecX0Bhwa75w0ZSDkDLQwswDqUc9Q1IJCaPXjRyVp_DV-OqRJ96mKVdIgJkpwmSsP_PQESvmxNbSwEZ6NZjYTQ5TVE4qWvqMlb17kMXu3JWPeS3Pe6q-sItKGOBxXdn4aGrTwwu1ZwNk/s3372/Oscar%20Oatman%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3372" data-original-width="2787" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmx6nvPvhDuwMm9G8FcqMEsTTRw4JeXWcdt5HrbOIvAbo2hS5YecX0Bhwa75w0ZSDkDLQwswDqUc9Q1IJCaPXjRyVp_DV-OqRJ96mKVdIgJkpwmSsP_PQESvmxNbSwEZ6NZjYTQ5TVE4qWvqMlb17kMXu3JWPeS3Pe6q-sItKGOBxXdn4aGrTwwu1ZwNk/s320/Oscar%20Oatman%20(2).JPG" width="264" /></a></div><br /></div>So there you have it, a little exploration of what you can (sometimes!) find out if the pictures have names on them. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><br /></div><div>*This little research project happened because I was helping out the registrar of the Bethlehem Historical Association figure out if this album should be accessioned into the BHA collection. I'm the new BHA president in case you didn't know and am officially retired as Town of Bethlehem Historian.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-14704715441200154042023-06-22T06:05:00.000-07:002023-06-22T06:05:07.761-07:00Charlotte and John Van Allen<p> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Recently I’ve been doing some research about 1940s
Bethlehem, especially the development of the zoning code and planning
board.</span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Any thinking about zoning in
Bethlehem must include Howard P. Paddock, real estate developer and planning
board chairman. He lived for many years at 420 Delaware Avenue, a lovely brick
home built about 1852 for Dr. John Van Allen. According to Allison Bennett, Van
Allen was “one of our town’s ‘horse and buggy’ doctors.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">In another post, I’ll get back to Paddock.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For now, I want to tell you about the Van
Allens.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQT5bXrwWvr0vgDRodgq0Se3-YxUN0GV6UmOdaANx_5kfnWlOFiSTG4XEvgexv8VGDmVvxItHa5LBrNA_rpBbJIgo_RtZtL4_NImSuK6QC_suNKXzrTAEf4_CB7UG0lMXAs8tYsCVaoeVU8NS9MlyN3TIGdlNkpx_6emf8lU4Ht3Xv5Eux94oRrNPhDwM/s624/420%20delaware%20ave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="624" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQT5bXrwWvr0vgDRodgq0Se3-YxUN0GV6UmOdaANx_5kfnWlOFiSTG4XEvgexv8VGDmVvxItHa5LBrNA_rpBbJIgo_RtZtL4_NImSuK6QC_suNKXzrTAEf4_CB7UG0lMXAs8tYsCVaoeVU8NS9MlyN3TIGdlNkpx_6emf8lU4Ht3Xv5Eux94oRrNPhDwM/w400-h300/420%20delaware%20ave.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heres' the house in 2012</td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">This is one of my favorites houses on Delaware Avenue with
its brick stylings, front porch, hip roof, carriage barn and four-acre setting,
I always seem to fall into the trap of referring to it as the “Dr. Van Allen House”
without thinking too much about it. But Dr. Van Allen didn’t live there nearly
as long as his wife Charlotte or son Theodore. So down the history rabbit hole
I went. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Backing up in time from when the house was built in
1852, the land was part of a 275-acre parcel that was leased by Stephen Van
Rensselaer to James McKee in 1803. In the ensuing years, the land was divided
up and parcels sold to various Bethlehem families with familiar names like Adams,
Hallenback and Winne.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dr. John Van Allen
acquired about 14 acres in the 1850s and he is probably the one who had the
house built. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Van Allen is also a familiar Bethlehem name. But, there
are so many John Van Allens I gave up after finding the 1850 Census which
clearly has <i>my</i> John Van Allen. He is age 39, a physician with real
estate property valued at $4000.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Interestingly, his spouse is Lucy, age 36. The only other person in the
household is Elsa Sager, age 30, who is likely a servant.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Now skip forward to the 1860 U.S. Census.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here is John G. Van Allen, age 49, physician,
with real estate valued at $5000 and personal property valued at $5000.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Quite well off were the Van Allens. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next is his wife Charlotte, age 39, born in
New Jersey. Lucy age 9/12, and two servants Elsie Sager and Eleanor Cook. I am
assuming the Lucy in the 1850 census was his first wife, although I could not
find a death record on her. Did you notice little Lucy, only 9 months old?
Maybe she was named after wife #1.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
how about Elsie Sager? Looks like she worked for the family for at least ten
years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">John and Charlotte were married in 1858. They had 3
children together, Louisa, who died at age 16 in 1876 (the Lucy listed in 1860),
baby James who only lived a year and a half and Theodore born in 1861 who went
on to be a physician like his father. Dr. John died in 1879 when he was about
68, so he and Charlotte were married about 20 years. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I could find little info about how Dr. John was
related to the many other Van Allens that lived in Bethlehem. But, Googling
around on Charlotte turned up all kinds of interesting facts about her family
in New Jersey.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Charlotte Mercer Cornell was the daughter of the Rev.
John Cornell and Maria Frelinghuysen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The Frelinghuyens were a big deal in New Jersey politics and society.
Her grandfather was Frederick Frelinghuysen (1753-1804) a Revolutionary War
General and U. S. Senator from New Jersey. By the way, her grandmother, General
Fred’s wife, was Gertrude Schneck (1753-1794).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Charlotte’s uncle Theodore Frelinghuysen (1787-1862) was one of several
New Jersey political bigwigs named Frelinghuysen. Both her father and her
brother were Reverends. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My big question
is how did Charlotte meet John Van Allen? A mystery.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">After her husband’s death Charlotte lived in the
Bethlehem house while her son Theodore was studying medicine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He graduated from Albany Medical College in 1883.
Follow the link below to a very nice write up about him published after his
death in 1902.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My favorite quote “At times apparently brusque and unsympathetic, he was
ever generous to a fault and loyal beyond measure.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By 1900, mother and son were living at 48
Eagle Street in Albany. The census page caught my eye because there were four physicians
living right next to each other at 42, 44, 46 and 48 Eagle Street. That would
be George Lempe, Arthur Sautter, Arthur Root and Theodore Van Allen. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Charlotte Van Allen, born April 13, 1822, died
September 12, 1903. Shortly after that her Bethlehem property was sold and eventually
came into the hands of George and Belle Paddock who in turn sold it to Howard
P. Paddock. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5ZA2YudkZPfQCxk-_28ZlvfobPuP8C8x4i9rOozPVLKe1PTlaCnMQZe19XytuIHQzIHne2QpjzFSY0mf1ENF83Ie69HZNdpiiHAOQqsWr5f6teR7kj3uKR0Kb1-nunOQvmD5vewhZIcy4cuoWn5sRrY_vlTjTbiwGR2g6-M4IVXXMsl2_ujQ-ddCgDM/s176/Picture7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="176" data-original-width="141" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5ZA2YudkZPfQCxk-_28ZlvfobPuP8C8x4i9rOozPVLKe1PTlaCnMQZe19XytuIHQzIHne2QpjzFSY0mf1ENF83Ie69HZNdpiiHAOQqsWr5f6teR7kj3uKR0Kb1-nunOQvmD5vewhZIcy4cuoWn5sRrY_vlTjTbiwGR2g6-M4IVXXMsl2_ujQ-ddCgDM/w320-h400/Picture7.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">General Frelinghuysen</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjV8b_jnVBLH16tqvIuVUIIbttHpSdZ6Z2AX3AzM61Kx0co7XzpsFCQP-0KlzGao25dcaIaITmwap1sJwXzjPUOZQAHGhIcbNqbIlAo68N6J8nguYNq3U6wG73Y0oTem9X0V3ZHBWwIOmZtsSuN1AB181fTRrDqsR5A1Nc0vhzE9oOtPMvVWQqF9iRWI/s265/Picture6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="265" data-original-width="187" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjV8b_jnVBLH16tqvIuVUIIbttHpSdZ6Z2AX3AzM61Kx0co7XzpsFCQP-0KlzGao25dcaIaITmwap1sJwXzjPUOZQAHGhIcbNqbIlAo68N6J8nguYNq3U6wG73Y0oTem9X0V3ZHBWwIOmZtsSuN1AB181fTRrDqsR5A1Nc0vhzE9oOtPMvVWQqF9iRWI/w282-h400/Picture6.jpg" width="282" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Theodore Frelinghuysen</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmT6Yn52uFeLFRZJ4BRH6JLyI8L2E1urW8lqGfxRjv0L3yKqAVwgaLjn_Ov2jXLJ-oNVETRDw8XglJoGtC1TAHaPRKR3Lh1e8BfPJTWS4RHR5SDYA0TKpCGsl9SqYj4lVlc8RxkgQUWkSNkXcAz810OuNs8vu_XN7yM8IH-RrKHOsp4IOlSun72v2zzCs/s315/Picture5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="249" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmT6Yn52uFeLFRZJ4BRH6JLyI8L2E1urW8lqGfxRjv0L3yKqAVwgaLjn_Ov2jXLJ-oNVETRDw8XglJoGtC1TAHaPRKR3Lh1e8BfPJTWS4RHR5SDYA0TKpCGsl9SqYj4lVlc8RxkgQUWkSNkXcAz810OuNs8vu_XN7yM8IH-RrKHOsp4IOlSun72v2zzCs/w316-h400/Picture5.jpg" width="316" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Theodore F. C. Van Allen, M.D.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">LINKS in no particular order...</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7474887/theodore-frelinghuysen" target="_blank">https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7474887/theodore-frelinghuysen</a><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://sparedandshared.wordpress.com/letters/1839-charlotte-mercer-cornell-to-rev-frederick-frelinghuysen-cornell/" target="_blank">https://sparedandshared.wordpress.com/letters/1839-charlotte-mercer-cornell-to-rev-frederick-frelinghuysen-cornell/</a><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://www.newnetherlandinstitute.org/history-and-heritage/dutch_americans/frederick-frelinghuysen/" target="_blank">https://www.newnetherlandinstitute.org/history-and-heritage/dutch_americans/frederick-frelinghuysen/</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://books.google.com/books?id=4TZYAAAAMAAJ&pg=PA672&dq=Theodore+Van+Allen&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiLyvSaotX_AhVzFlkFHez8Cu8Q#v=onepage&q=Theodore%20Van%20Allen&f=false" target="_blank">https://books.google.com/books?id=4TZYAAAAMAAJ&pg=PA672&dq=Theodore+Van+Allen&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiLyvSaotX_AhVzFlkFHez8Cu8Q#v=onepage&q=Theodore%20Van%20Allen&f=false</a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://knowingnewark.npl.org/the-frelinghuysens-when-jerseys-imperial-family-reigned/" target="_blank">https://knowingnewark.npl.org/the-frelinghuysens-when-jerseys-imperial-family-reigned/</a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">And finally, in case you are curious like me, here is a Street View photo of #42 Eagle Street. Charlotte and Theodore probably lived in a similar looking house - now the parking lot on the left. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFfS9gmybKOMozmK7-dlAFH3wtx3pY03_XvESaTL0JyhOcTSl49qVsC3_CsPmcxgDl62a4fowIqhMi00jHRajncnIs1_ScdN_-Gcuem_y00b7s--0xykVGFtg0GqhOnhZRFuHwrOYIY262bPwWCcmZ-0UaY7trERfKwkmV5jVE6lhz0cev5G6sVTrL2Q/s624/42%20eagle%20street.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="301" data-original-width="624" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFfS9gmybKOMozmK7-dlAFH3wtx3pY03_XvESaTL0JyhOcTSl49qVsC3_CsPmcxgDl62a4fowIqhMi00jHRajncnIs1_ScdN_-Gcuem_y00b7s--0xykVGFtg0GqhOnhZRFuHwrOYIY262bPwWCcmZ-0UaY7trERfKwkmV5jVE6lhz0cev5G6sVTrL2Q/w400-h193/42%20eagle%20street.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-50516986766428887582023-04-11T08:44:00.000-07:002023-04-11T08:44:39.180-07:00Where am I #4<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWpWyfaIcJPb01fsDwH32H1fnCGYkScBbZeFg9hvpLI7afy_SwyWviq3loxixb7ccOlZc2vYJYlUiwiNMCM-Dgx1kbS618Q_N61xNgXBOQmqSIzpn0YXjxJkIWlZOB7rtKYaU_Xt13Q32rEWny070F2X2_HmRFtM6KsUz-J4KP5CX_HCh9PBG0LCg/s4032/IMG_2138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWpWyfaIcJPb01fsDwH32H1fnCGYkScBbZeFg9hvpLI7afy_SwyWviq3loxixb7ccOlZc2vYJYlUiwiNMCM-Dgx1kbS618Q_N61xNgXBOQmqSIzpn0YXjxJkIWlZOB7rtKYaU_Xt13Q32rEWny070F2X2_HmRFtM6KsUz-J4KP5CX_HCh9PBG0LCg/w400-h300/IMG_2138.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Ok - so I am not in Albany County, but last Friday I visited Petersburg National Battlefield in Virginia and remembered the Bethlehem men who fought, and died there. It was the map below with The Wilderness right at the top that really jogged my memory.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNEAMIqWT6UPiiKMOcEZDi32EywvTYT8GeZPj1iEXTe8Mgnja24b1PYK6Bx8l3ojU2o7BOmWyNnOjDTK07Yc4qyJ-p4c915vdBsvpNrG8-L4Q3nlChKdfKe3Rv1YsIr8dN9WWc8CBZ7p6qIvlxGj7JmRDE33vcgWd3D4MfRij_utOMFb5C4PhkZiuL/s2231/IMG_2144%20crop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2229" data-original-width="2231" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNEAMIqWT6UPiiKMOcEZDi32EywvTYT8GeZPj1iEXTe8Mgnja24b1PYK6Bx8l3ojU2o7BOmWyNnOjDTK07Yc4qyJ-p4c915vdBsvpNrG8-L4Q3nlChKdfKe3Rv1YsIr8dN9WWc8CBZ7p6qIvlxGj7JmRDE33vcgWd3D4MfRij_utOMFb5C4PhkZiuL/w400-h400/IMG_2144%20crop.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The book <i>Heroes of Albany County </i>by Rufus Clark published in 1866 has write ups about the many people from Albany who died during the Civil War. Here are the four from Bethlehem that died in the battles/campaign on the map. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>James Herring</b>, of Bethlehem, enlisted in Company C, Seventh
Regiment, August 1862, and was killed in the battle of the Wilderness.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>Stephen Walker</b>, of Bethlehem, was born in Glarken, Scotland,
in 1835. He enlisted in Company C, One Hundred and Twenty-first Regiment, August
1862, and was killed in the battle of the Wilderness.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>Peter Taylor</b>, of Bethlehem, was born July 10, 1818. He enlisted
in Company K, Seventh Regiment, August 8, 1862, and was killed at Reams’
Station, August 25, 1864. While not on this map, Reams' Station was just south of Petersburg.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>And then there is <b>David Burhans</b>. He has a much longer write up
in the <i>Heroes </i>book, as well as in <i>Bethlehem Revisited</i>. Below are highlights from <i>Heroes</i>.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Capt. <b>David Burhans</b>, of Company H., Forty-third Regiment
N.Y. Volunteers, was born in the town of Bethlehem, Albany county, June 24,
1840.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He participated in the battles of Fredericksburg,
Chancellorsville, Gettysburg, Rappahannock Station, The Wilderness, Spotsylvania,
and other engagements previous to the battle of Po River, where he fell, in the
front of that conflict, on the 10<sup>th</sup> of May, 1864.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He was a young man of unblemished reputation, and highly
respected by all who knew him, for his many virtues. <o:p></o:p></p></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnzMzo9tyvKFZj2oFLh9zrTFLJq3WgYnGrtvLmUOxZ4NJHttJbVgQ2KnoHzDWcNss4tuPNrSm3U-GG3g1Y5aPprUViXKHiowmPV_k0NkQN5VY_CtwaO59tFuF_rDo7GC_rHPchEgkoiB00EgVPFuXmhPbOhzEN8v4Ay_qAO1pXEBJ6AcJ7SVIJ1Ta/s1176/Burhans%20from%20howard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1176" data-original-width="686" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAnzMzo9tyvKFZj2oFLh9zrTFLJq3WgYnGrtvLmUOxZ4NJHttJbVgQ2KnoHzDWcNss4tuPNrSm3U-GG3g1Y5aPprUViXKHiowmPV_k0NkQN5VY_CtwaO59tFuF_rDo7GC_rHPchEgkoiB00EgVPFuXmhPbOhzEN8v4Ay_qAO1pXEBJ6AcJ7SVIJ1Ta/w234-h400/Burhans%20from%20howard.jpg" width="234" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Capt. Burhans</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Read more about Burhans in Bethlehem Revisited:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://www.bethlehempubliclibrary.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/Bethlehem-Revisited.pdf" target="_blank">https://www.bethlehempubliclibrary.org/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/Bethlehem-Revisited.pdf</a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Read more about <b>Samuel West</b> who served with New York's 7th Regiment Heavy Artillery during the Overland Campaign Movements on the map. As the article says, he was wounded June 3, 1864 at Cold Harbor; captured June 16, 1864 at Petersburg; paroled, February 27, 1865 at North East Ferry, NC; mustered out, May 21, 1865 from hospital at Albany.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://bethlehemnyhistory.blogspot.com/2014/05/kiss-clara-for-me.html" target="_blank">https://bethlehemnyhistory.blogspot.com/2014/05/kiss-clara-for-me.html</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In general, read more Bethlehem Civil War stories by just searching my blog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And finally, at Petersburg I learned the fascinating and tragic story of the Crater. Where Union forces (or the Federals as signage at the park says) managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Basically, Union troops secretly tunneled under the Confederate line, detonated the underground explosives and blew a big hole in the ground. Federal troops advanced and were soon trapped in the hole. The whole thing was a big bloody deadly mess. Which is kind of how I think of the Civil War in general. An absolutely necessary war but wow, so many many people died and the country was so torn apart. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Get thee to Google for more details of the Battle of the Crater. Here's a picture to the entrance to the mine. The actual crater is literally a big hole in the ground, now softened with green grass and pine trees.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmpkSEsTcXWGb4pthdAWpyZxgDxuwXQSV777vXqMGgxANVq-JhYBdzSVtWHVv5P6upDN-kRnk80xyC8IGg3EyUfB6dNXXviA8z658X17nUN5pnBHVD7NVwoGtFtDOzXFeqJJ5AsED_2lJpgA9k2QbQpzx2oJA5FeDXzTjOD1BsiKv_2PcAvGLrNbW/s4032/IMG_2139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmpkSEsTcXWGb4pthdAWpyZxgDxuwXQSV777vXqMGgxANVq-JhYBdzSVtWHVv5P6upDN-kRnk80xyC8IGg3EyUfB6dNXXviA8z658X17nUN5pnBHVD7NVwoGtFtDOzXFeqJJ5AsED_2lJpgA9k2QbQpzx2oJA5FeDXzTjOD1BsiKv_2PcAvGLrNbW/w400-h300/IMG_2139.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-52239386519801887382023-03-13T11:19:00.002-07:002023-03-13T11:19:33.857-07:00Where in Albany County #3<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2mQvZykN9IAK3GkLfDViKjpRBKgGqWl1pYPudJjI0neh_0-5Lw17Wo7L5TD_gJ3UJRrbgQgnj-ELpBpVIjXYdh2Ywkm4_hAM9mYLfeOYDWBPDclY1HdtQsWzJss5aCPvsYJAUaykrjk8Lx66freNTSDAvvZs0-iFtFtnqia-mGIrObNdmNfrc7jcT/s1665/coeymans%20birds%20eye.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1665" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2mQvZykN9IAK3GkLfDViKjpRBKgGqWl1pYPudJjI0neh_0-5Lw17Wo7L5TD_gJ3UJRrbgQgnj-ELpBpVIjXYdh2Ywkm4_hAM9mYLfeOYDWBPDclY1HdtQsWzJss5aCPvsYJAUaykrjk8Lx66freNTSDAvvZs0-iFtFtnqia-mGIrObNdmNfrc7jcT/w400-h231/coeymans%20birds%20eye.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Yesterday I was down at the Ravena Coeymans Historical Society for a talk by Dennis Whalen about this wonderful birds eye view that was published in 1889. Whalen used the 30+ points identified on the map to give a history of the town and especially Coeymans Landing. A very informative talk. <p></p><p>One point that caught my eye was the steamer Lotta. She was a great old steamboat that in the late 1800s made twice a day runs between Albany and Coeymans with stops at the "way landings". And what were those way landings? That would be Bethlehem's very own Cedar Hill and Van Wies Point. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiaF6yi2nF3fUJ77-vAT-CJnT83rtIJIS6PjjCfTKonoxjbgRped2lL3x-ZCBwxnmU4PoH9ozC1ZTw-RKw3hObx7GAmUFHJRuL99m0uoI87B6Zzt-g9FzNFp1H1fAFZqF375LkeIdhklke0VWYC5CEwKSpbIs5Azar-9xsrmCF2XaLSm9CjFmXQh9/s1128/lotta.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="734" data-original-width="1128" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixiaF6yi2nF3fUJ77-vAT-CJnT83rtIJIS6PjjCfTKonoxjbgRped2lL3x-ZCBwxnmU4PoH9ozC1ZTw-RKw3hObx7GAmUFHJRuL99m0uoI87B6Zzt-g9FzNFp1H1fAFZqF375LkeIdhklke0VWYC5CEwKSpbIs5Azar-9xsrmCF2XaLSm9CjFmXQh9/w400-h260/lotta.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think this is Coeyman's Lotta. <br />At any rate it is a similar steam boat! </td></tr></tbody></table><p>It reminded me about how the Hudson River really was a super highway back when the roads were terrible. Poking about on the old newspaper websites, I found this detailed article about a big party at "The Lions." You saw one of the lions from The Lions in last week's post on Henry Hudson Park. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ja54zstKmuy5K2JFzBRlmqMSzevyunW0rEEN-q_x8c-S4G4Tmun-KIrudWq8hZdUk7ZUGvagdoAx50heVo2NklIYaYivuWeu_PiDQVVqz0kpYXf65mIWQXGjkX0OKnF_HesvTzmMMJvhNqRLV39eC8P_Ny1oixgbnDLOmKzr6nrpmkNjRShJK5vN/s697/The%20Lions%20article.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="509" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ja54zstKmuy5K2JFzBRlmqMSzevyunW0rEEN-q_x8c-S4G4Tmun-KIrudWq8hZdUk7ZUGvagdoAx50heVo2NklIYaYivuWeu_PiDQVVqz0kpYXf65mIWQXGjkX0OKnF_HesvTzmMMJvhNqRLV39eC8P_Ny1oixgbnDLOmKzr6nrpmkNjRShJK5vN/w293-h400/The%20Lions%20article.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><br /><p>Here's a transcript of this fun party!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">AT “THE LIONS”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Reception By Mr. and Mrs.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">James B. Lyon at Cedar Hill<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">AN IDEAL HOST AND HOSTESS,<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">IDEAL PLACE AND NIGHT.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Merry-Making in the light of the <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Moon – a Charming Social – Event <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Last Night’s Brilliant Adieu to the <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Summer Season <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">An ideal night, ideal summer home, ideal host and
hostess. Such was the summarized opinion of the numerous friends of Mr. &
Mrs. James B. Lyon, who assembled last night at their charming place on the
Hudson at Cedar Hill. It was an adieu to the summer season, and a very graceful
one it was. In bidding adieu to host and hostess in the small wee hours this
morning, everyone one of the guests was impressed with the rare charm of hospitality,
whole-souled cordiality and unaffected warmth of welcome which made the
reception so delightful. The scene at “The Lions” was exceedingly picturesque.
The moon in unclouded beauty shed a lustre over the undulating slopes and
wooded knoll that extended from the broad piazza of the cottage to the river
itself. Under the swinging lights that surrounded the cottage was assembled as
merry a party as rate old Albany could get together, one and all in joyous mood
and loud in their praises of the charming spot…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> About 8 o’clock in the evening the steamer Lotta,
which was specially charted for the occasion, left the foot of State street
with the blithe company of guests…At Cedar Hill carriages and carryalls
conveyed the company to “The Lions.” …<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">…All the arrangements for the reception and comfort of
the guests were perfect and yet carried out with seeming informality that made
the occasion the more pleasurable…<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">(Albany Times Union, September 9, 1897)</p><p>***</p><p>If you haven't been the the Ravena Coeymans Historical Association's museum, please do visit. It is worth the trip, just chock a block full of local history. And since they are Bethlehem's next door neighbor, lots of connections to Bethlehem history as well. </p><p>Here's link to their website: <a href="https://coeymanshistory.org/" target="_blank">https://coeymanshistory.org/</a></p><p>And if you want more info about Hudson River steamers, BHA is having a talk in April about that very subject. Pop over here for info:</p><p><a href="https://bethlehemhistorical.org/2022-2023-speaker-series">https://bethlehemhistorical.org/2022-2023-speaker-series</a><br /></p><p>And since I am promoting stuff, BHA is hosting a fundraiser called Afternoon Tea on the Titanic that features The Unsinkable Molly Brown, plus yummy treats of course. More info on the BHA website. </p><p><a href="https://bethlehemhistorical.org/">https://bethlehemhistorical.org/</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-33783556199711265632023-02-26T15:21:00.001-08:002023-02-26T15:21:37.093-08:00Where in Albany County #2<p> Sunday afternoon, about 3:45, partly cloudy, 40°, low tide</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZwAGdQd2RPR0XXBlRKuqL06f95C95ThMZxebrG-jeDIbGnpvBwG4lPMhsOIsUTNZBfiQz-bGEarCcyDAEz4UV0FGsF3Ee8OzpenYMHE0uQyp_dYFvtHOwrpq-W4AMqKJOIGSJdcYTqXP9T6TEQiZThIH2_CKtkP9Vo-aIWP4LHMWD06az_pt19FF/s4032/IMG_1968%20crop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2193" data-original-width="4032" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZwAGdQd2RPR0XXBlRKuqL06f95C95ThMZxebrG-jeDIbGnpvBwG4lPMhsOIsUTNZBfiQz-bGEarCcyDAEz4UV0FGsF3Ee8OzpenYMHE0uQyp_dYFvtHOwrpq-W4AMqKJOIGSJdcYTqXP9T6TEQiZThIH2_CKtkP9Vo-aIWP4LHMWD06az_pt19FF/w640-h348/IMG_1968%20crop.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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What massive trees. With the erosion along the shoreline, a couple are just about ready to fall into the water. </p><p>About the pictures - of which I would have taken more if my phone was not on 1% - top to bottom.</p><p>Behind the Canada geese you can see the hulk of an old barge. At low tide, if you dare to approach more closely by clambering over the fallen beech tree, you can still see the iron cleats where ropes were tied off and also the heavy decking boards. Slowly, after 100 years or more of being stuck there, it is rotting away. </p><p>Through the brambles in the foreground of the next picture you can glimpse one of the interesting pieces of industrial remains that are by the water. This metal object might have been part of the ice warehouse or dock that used to be here. The Hudson has been a working river for a very long time. The channel and shorelines have been changed significantly over the years since Henry Hudson came along in 1609. </p><p>In the next photo, in the distance is Barrent Winne's house. Hard to believe there used to be a busy wharf here complete with warehouses, general store and ice house.</p><p>Next is the deeply creased bark of a cotton wood tree.</p><p>After that is a piece of farming equipment near the side of the road on the way into the park. Its wheels and tines blend in with the wild brambles. J. B. Lyon used to have a large estate here, his big mansion burned down in the 1960s. Farming did happen here, and Lyon also had apple orchards. The next picture shows one of the lions that guard the entrance to the carriage roads that wind thru the estate.</p><p>Lastly is the sign at the top of the hill going down into the park. </p><p>I wish I had had the battery power to take some snapshots of the waterfall on the Vlomankill and the wonderful mansard roof of the Best house.</p><p><br /></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-35091769945052678172023-02-22T10:02:00.000-08:002023-02-22T10:02:26.256-08:00Where in Albany County Am I - #1<p>Wednesday morning around 9 am, mostly cloudy, about 35°</p><p>Scroll along the pictures, all taken this morning, and you can figure out where I am. 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>I'm at the Normanskill Farm Park, of course! It is in the City of Albany, just off of Delaware Avenue, a wonderful place with lots of history. </p><p>The park is the former Stevens Farm, part of the expansive Norman's Kill Farm Dairy operation. On this farm, established about 1900, Mark Stevens and his crew raised turkeys, laying hens, and hogs, They milked 40 Golden Guernsey cows twice a day. The larger Norman's Kill Farm Dairy also included a dairy on 9W in Glenmont (about where Walmart and Lowes are today) where 200 Guernsey's were milked, a large bottling plant in Albany (demolished for the Albany South Mall project), a milk receiving station in Washington County and a skimming station in Westerlo. Plus an army of home delivery wagons and trucks. </p><p>In 1975 Crowley Foods purchased the Norman's Kill Farm name and business, and in 1980 the City of Albany acquired the property I visited this morning. </p><p>Walking here can seem so rural and bucolic, but you are definitely surrounded by our busy community. The high bridge carrying Delaware Avenue over the Normanskill practically buzzes with traffic. The low concrete bridge, part of the old Yellow Brick Road and closed to vehicles, is crumbling but you can still walk over it. With some imagination, one can visualize the mills, ice houses, blacksmith shop, and taverns that used to be here. Plus, homes, a church and a school. I try and imagine the tollgate on the west side of the bridge where keeper Peter Esmay collected three cents for travel on horseback via the old Delaware Turnpike. </p><p>It was a varied place on both sides of the creek. Now, it is a quiet bedroom community - quiet except for the sound of water rushing over the rocks in the channel, and those cars and trucks zipping over head. </p><p>The Whipple Truss Bridge pictured above was constructed in 1867 in Syracuse and moved here in 1899. It connects the Stephens Farm to the road that used to be the Delaware Turnpike. Now that Delaware Avenue travels up high, this low route is called Normanskill Drive. The bridge is an engineering gem and one of the very few such iron bridges still in existence. Also, its fun to walk over!</p><p>One surprise on my walk today was how active the beavers have been along the creek - this is down by the dog park and community gardens. There won't be many trees along the banks if they keep it up. I couldn't see a dam or a beaver lodge - more exploring is needed!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-88467472578766035002023-01-11T11:42:00.000-08:002023-01-11T11:42:13.435-08:00Wynkoop and Bronks Part 2<p></p><div style="text-align: center;">Margaret</div><div style="text-align: center;">Wife of </div><div style="text-align: center;">Joshua Wynkoop</div><div style="text-align: center;">Died</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dec. 26, 1853</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the 84 year</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of her age.</div><div style="text-align: center;">God my redeemer lives and often from</div><div style="text-align: center;">The skies,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Looks down and watches o'er my dust</div><div style="text-align: center;">Till he shall bid it rise.</div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>After spending yesterday afternoon trying to figure out who Margaret Wynkoop is, I can say with some confidence that she is the former Margaret Arenhoudt, born about1770. The "about" is because the dates on her headstone calculate to 1769, the 1850 census lists her as 78 for a calculated birth year of 1772 and the book below has 1770. </p><p>Lucky for me and my research, there is a book. It is called called <i>Wyncoop Genealogy in the United States of America,</i> and person number 311 is our Joshua. According to that book, his parents are Evert and Sarah Wynkoop and he was born September 19, 1770 in Ulster County in the Kingston/Saugerties area. He and Margaret Arnout (birth date June 10, 1770) married and, I quote, "They lived and died and Bethlehem, Albany County, New York." The end. No death dates, no nothing, for Margaret and Joshua.</p><p>The Wyncoop Geneology does list their eight children. The eldest, Evert, was born in 1796 and was baptized at Jerusalem Reformed Church, and the rest, John, Hannatie (that would be Anne), Abraham, Peter, Jacob, Garret and Sarah, were all baptized in the First Reformed Church of Bethlehem. </p><p>Jerusalem Reformed Church (located in Feura Bush - then in the Town of Bethlehem) records also show them a having a daughter named Annatye, born July 28, 1794, baptized that same year. I wonder if this Annatye died young as I can't find another record of her, and Joshua and Margaret used the name Anna again for their next daughter (born 1800). </p><p>Joshua Wynkoop turns up regularly in Bethlehem in the census and assessment rolls. There is even a reference to him registering his cattle mark in 1815.</p><p>The 1850 U.S. Census is enlightening. Both Joshua and Margaret are both 78 years old and living in the household of their son Abraham and his wife Sarah Albright (Abraham and Sarah were married June 22, 1834 under the auspices of the Bethlehem Reformed Church.) Also in the household are Abraham and Sarah's nine children.</p><p>In the 1855 U.S. Census, Joshua, age 82, is still living with his son, aged 82. By the 1860 Census, the household of Abraham and Sarah Wyncoop only has their children - 10 of them by now.</p><p>So, Margaret we know, died in 1853, and I am thinking her husband Joshua must have died between 1855 and 1860. I like to think that he is buried next to Margaret in the family plot I noticed on Wildwood Lane, and his stone is lost. I cannot find a record of him buried anywhere else. </p><p>And, by the way, Abraham and Sarah Wynkoop and several of their children are buried at the Jerusalem Cemetery. Apparently he purchased a plot at the Jerusalem Reformed Church Burying Place for $5.</p><p>The Wynkoops, father and son, were well off. That 1850 census lists Joshua having property worth $7,000 and Abraham at $2,000.</p><p>Now exactly where was that farm - why at the end of modern day Wildwood Lane of course. The 1866 map clearly shows A. W. at the end of the lane and a little further north is A. Wyncoop.</p><p>And what happened to the farm? I found a clipping where on February 1, 1883, the heirs to the estate of Abraham Wynkoop were determined to sell "on the premises, to the highest bidder the farm known as the Wynkoop farm, situated in the town of Bethlehem, 6 1/2 miles from Albany and 4 west from Cedar Hill." The farm contained 135 acres. And you know what? I measured on Google maps, and the farmhouse at the end of Wildwood Lane IS about 4 miles from Cedar Hill! Another news report said the property was bid in at $95 per acre.</p><p>So, there you have it about this branch of the Wynkoop family.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhttjgIneQpKqsudTot38O9yuVhl-EWGPUowomquu4YZuvR0SC7LWT8KLVBPt8277wgzDOZtlVhDTNdYsWJEbJUjnK2eR7wvauu-C9I3K7dkt8ZeelKDzzpVFGOWGlyuIjgJXBIC4tBLogDjHt6ECIUVfT8u4bICzYroCHVQ5fm26bVHExH0ZPooOZm/s471/wynkoop%20coat%20of%20arms.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="471" data-original-width="427" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhttjgIneQpKqsudTot38O9yuVhl-EWGPUowomquu4YZuvR0SC7LWT8KLVBPt8277wgzDOZtlVhDTNdYsWJEbJUjnK2eR7wvauu-C9I3K7dkt8ZeelKDzzpVFGOWGlyuIjgJXBIC4tBLogDjHt6ECIUVfT8u4bICzYroCHVQ5fm26bVHExH0ZPooOZm/w363-h400/wynkoop%20coat%20of%20arms.jpg" width="363" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wynkoop coat of arms from the Wynkoop Family Research Library</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDzW4bPQitZ7fAo-8Vk8OaOOP4a-qUydBOrBjT0Yb9S-OJ3P-aX2ynSt3xkGFx_Hnn7YXr9u6XTQzRGlqiW4tdshUWORLtMC5RtU1u2M3mQJAqLVfatvTMynINf2ggGwCofGT7UDufCGw00ATuZbhy_V-IrTIkXnBXhZ-DnCQqNFh1rLSAI5g-GZzs/s3937/beers%201866%20map%20part%202%20crop%20wyncoop%20etc.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3937" data-original-width="3316" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDzW4bPQitZ7fAo-8Vk8OaOOP4a-qUydBOrBjT0Yb9S-OJ3P-aX2ynSt3xkGFx_Hnn7YXr9u6XTQzRGlqiW4tdshUWORLtMC5RtU1u2M3mQJAqLVfatvTMynINf2ggGwCofGT7UDufCGw00ATuZbhy_V-IrTIkXnBXhZ-DnCQqNFh1rLSAI5g-GZzs/w338-h400/beers%201866%20map%20part%202%20crop%20wyncoop%20etc.jpg" width="338" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On this snip of the 1866 map, the upside down Y intersection in the middle is today's Elm Avenue and Elm Avenue East. Near the top, you'll see Mrs. Houck - that is the four way stop at Elm Ave and Feuar Bush Road. Wildwood Lane is shown with a dotted line. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Now, what about the Bronks, Peter, John and Wendell, also buried on Wildwood Lane? </p><p>They are still a mystery. I found no obvious connections between the Wynkoops and the Bronks. No children marrying, no Bronk name in the Census near the Wynkoops. Not even a Bronk on that 1866 map. There are several Bronks in the Red Book and there is a Peter who turns up in the 1820, 1830 and 1840 cenus. Plus there is this intriguing note in the records of roads: </p><p>"May 28, 1830 Alteration, to the old Quisquethan Road from Peter Bronk's barn easterly through John Haswell's land."</p><p>The old Ouisquethan Road - Onesquethaw Road - is today's Feura Bush Road and the Haswells had several homestead along that road. And Wildwood Lane is not too far off from that. Just speculating here - more research needed!</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzEvu4tYSxxv5XgjTvaAyvubucrMnSu3n4137RiuDafbl5rdS9eGZAq7GlaotkhSjEnE-ePwbfkU_ZsauHBKpJvz3vz33fs7DqIhWbAMkUkeyy0-Qj93yNbm34DaWLV6Oe45KylczXExxrT_jTwkDxSeBkOrFPVcMPDQ3hHKgFwZ2t673ZbN1ESM0-/s617/cornelis%20wynkoop.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="617" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzEvu4tYSxxv5XgjTvaAyvubucrMnSu3n4137RiuDafbl5rdS9eGZAq7GlaotkhSjEnE-ePwbfkU_ZsauHBKpJvz3vz33fs7DqIhWbAMkUkeyy0-Qj93yNbm34DaWLV6Oe45KylczXExxrT_jTwkDxSeBkOrFPVcMPDQ3hHKgFwZ2t673ZbN1ESM0-/w324-h400/cornelis%20wynkoop.jpeg" width="324" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's Cornelis Wynkoop - painted about 1743. Not sure how's he's related, but he sure is cute in his red outfit. (From the Huntington Library)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-86774394160748720472023-01-10T09:06:00.004-08:002023-01-10T09:06:40.589-08:00Wynkoop - Bronk Burials<p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_fv7MM7kDmOvzWUEx8jA9Z79Hn_q2CsYRS4d-6hoorR42I5yqd5sLd_dXFTHm-NzD5h8iZ1RGRTTx36r0CFj_pW7jk4QP5Y5aO58C7unTipBPNuP1kw0o2aKn411ppxd2iHudI2IouaXmZasK9xHDwHkaokIHbNabzKEhThzRWaVPYs7zuWmQtYQW/s4032/IMG_1820.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_fv7MM7kDmOvzWUEx8jA9Z79Hn_q2CsYRS4d-6hoorR42I5yqd5sLd_dXFTHm-NzD5h8iZ1RGRTTx36r0CFj_pW7jk4QP5Y5aO58C7unTipBPNuP1kw0o2aKn411ppxd2iHudI2IouaXmZasK9xHDwHkaokIHbNabzKEhThzRWaVPYs7zuWmQtYQW/w400-h300/IMG_1820.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Do YOU see the stones in this picture?</td></tr></tbody></table><p>While out for my morning walk on Sunday, I spied tombstones in the woods on Wildwood Lane. I had to laugh because Wildwood is near my home, I walk there often and I never noticed these before. They've only been there for 160 years or more - lol. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsbthK-bSYvvmesHCrXibGMQFIDzZ_5q3DyynQrGNT1gBdUWzBOuh3c4FgsjWKMnIjCqO5Z4Ng_stlGGqnxjubGmx6yTFBEqGF4cb5Azqt0tUwYu5pWxvlr36zsfnzRwlAQGDyK98mG4K_jgNgpMXCTo381pb7MviPLfZJK_sPgc2y_QtxkE06sTT/s4032/IMG_1823.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsbthK-bSYvvmesHCrXibGMQFIDzZ_5q3DyynQrGNT1gBdUWzBOuh3c4FgsjWKMnIjCqO5Z4Ng_stlGGqnxjubGmx6yTFBEqGF4cb5Azqt0tUwYu5pWxvlr36zsfnzRwlAQGDyK98mG4K_jgNgpMXCTo381pb7MviPLfZJK_sPgc2y_QtxkE06sTT/w400-h300/IMG_1823.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zooming in</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Interestingly enough, this site is not in the Red Book (that is, <i>Records of the People of the Town of Bethlehem Albany County New York 1698-1880</i> edited by the Christophs and published by the Bethlehem Historical Association. There is a digital copy over on the Bethlehem Public Library's Local History page if you want to take a look.)</p><p>Happily, Liz Bradt made a survey of town cemeteries in the 1980s and 90s (don't quote me on those dates!) and she recorded the stones.</p><p>Without further ado, here is who is buried there.</p><p>Margaret Wynkoop, wife of Joshua Wyncoop. She died December 26, 1853 in her 84th year of her age.</p><p>Peter Bronk who died April 19, 1854, aged 50 years, 2 months and 13 days.</p><p>John P. Bonk who died November 29, 1857, aged 38 years, 2 months and 23 days.</p><p>Wendell Bronk who died November 25, 185?, aged 27 years, 8 months and 14 days.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiccb8nEglMCu-pGkE5Jn0ADt9mz8-LMagTA0Ly8ncX21BGzOqE_zKZUUArIp2whsCU45FiS7IKnkOKPysNS7l0_tWI-d7kXD_FXe93zUil_fs9BzMrDJ-zSmX7rqY3z-5VheMXSKhXF272luTr9jM5xIkzbBX72_EARuOr7sWlNaOAtrOfVgpHVudP/s4032/IMG_1821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiccb8nEglMCu-pGkE5Jn0ADt9mz8-LMagTA0Ly8ncX21BGzOqE_zKZUUArIp2whsCU45FiS7IKnkOKPysNS7l0_tWI-d7kXD_FXe93zUil_fs9BzMrDJ-zSmX7rqY3z-5VheMXSKhXF272luTr9jM5xIkzbBX72_EARuOr7sWlNaOAtrOfVgpHVudP/w400-h300/IMG_1821.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Zoomed to the max</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>So, who are these people? We'll see what I can find out. Stay tuned!</p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-81699145613376989812022-12-16T07:47:00.000-08:002022-12-16T07:47:55.374-08:00<p>Hello my local history loving friends. Big changes are coming in my life. I am stepping down as Town Historian come the end of December, just a couple of weeks! The Town Board gave me a nice send off this week with a lovely proclamation and many kind words about my work over the last 15 + years.</p><p>I will still be doing local history stuff, especially with the Bethlehem Historical Association. And I will still be posting my history related thoughts here. I've got lots of ideas for writing and researching, probably with some genealogy work thrown in. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zGEGgWHqRKQNcnrrSSxncTkV-cpki0GZVTwcGwVO4CTPw1_VA6TjTWwqxLYyDUIFclCxguIYJKG1fxIJTW8wph1M5VLfQs4a_ovvQUeeZmbNr1d7egHyqt8PB3CeFhzJW9y42e_aX3hDQC3xxERouS2o_mCSpixyhBMFBRhB64j8qyN0_X6ub4r_/s3609/IMG_1744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3609" data-original-width="2900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0zGEGgWHqRKQNcnrrSSxncTkV-cpki0GZVTwcGwVO4CTPw1_VA6TjTWwqxLYyDUIFclCxguIYJKG1fxIJTW8wph1M5VLfQs4a_ovvQUeeZmbNr1d7egHyqt8PB3CeFhzJW9y42e_aX3hDQC3xxERouS2o_mCSpixyhBMFBRhB64j8qyN0_X6ub4r_/w321-h400/IMG_1744.JPG" width="321" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Honestly, I don't know what the bus picture is but I kind of like it!</td></tr></tbody></table><br />And not to worry, the Town is busy interviewing candidates. I am looking forward to seeing how the new Historian makes the job their own. As Allison Bennett once told me, its time for someone else to have fun with it.<div><br /></div><div>And for some more fun, here are some pictures of me from back in the day doing history things. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAKTekcBtMK238AtMtCV9oNXpqrb6c1f2UA5bWVE_oUTnJAFXr4Hm2EFXbox5kMAsQ2W_utlhh7NPL9mZoLgGl7ZovH30oG7AUUPcwYLkGf0vax5Qc_AcpsdtVa1_L55ihNuMZuzjZGYbpBUS0o7mq73sDEHCT7YSvl2GRTBfqQ9_XS1PHUkySsivF/s1078/selkirk%20marker%20crop%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1078" data-original-width="797" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAKTekcBtMK238AtMtCV9oNXpqrb6c1f2UA5bWVE_oUTnJAFXr4Hm2EFXbox5kMAsQ2W_utlhh7NPL9mZoLgGl7ZovH30oG7AUUPcwYLkGf0vax5Qc_AcpsdtVa1_L55ihNuMZuzjZGYbpBUS0o7mq73sDEHCT7YSvl2GRTBfqQ9_XS1PHUkySsivF/w296-h400/selkirk%20marker%20crop%202.jpg" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and Ron Selkirk, I think this was 2009.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEjO2X8UlRJPvs2gGpbQ91pU-Knh4jaQY9-k-LUnsBUxKVjQz9iHnvctiOtqp0Rb4BaITzFURa2pdjFVRES7Wzk1Vg7dc-_v9lMjVbr4ckX7Bn6CGZ8NRjhCG_wWq7qIAugVwqKlNbTdlRZeuzVaO4rkF9BdHsuyfU741k6IFSk8CGMIkqYr6nFLBH/s3600/parade%202009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="3600" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEjO2X8UlRJPvs2gGpbQ91pU-Knh4jaQY9-k-LUnsBUxKVjQz9iHnvctiOtqp0Rb4BaITzFURa2pdjFVRES7Wzk1Vg7dc-_v9lMjVbr4ckX7Bn6CGZ8NRjhCG_wWq7qIAugVwqKlNbTdlRZeuzVaO4rkF9BdHsuyfU741k6IFSk8CGMIkqYr6nFLBH/w400-h266/parade%202009.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2009 Memorial Day parade with the Mulligans</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECB2YVgR9bPdQeg8nTirp-wY8qvk0ZRW4nXZLtWHL8YQMz1FGnWVi8lrTuBxe1IaIvq9tytq3wjPtnVX-v4gqtariCbapt-RoM78qhuwOEEnYJNRfhKCh5EMUp0Vr_snDvNMvhrs6uGDgR82WtY3ddSbAcbgRmFVgjG-I2V3Q3fBg5B-OZr6SeEEO/s3072/oct%202011%20005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3072" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECB2YVgR9bPdQeg8nTirp-wY8qvk0ZRW4nXZLtWHL8YQMz1FGnWVi8lrTuBxe1IaIvq9tytq3wjPtnVX-v4gqtariCbapt-RoM78qhuwOEEnYJNRfhKCh5EMUp0Vr_snDvNMvhrs6uGDgR82WtY3ddSbAcbgRmFVgjG-I2V3Q3fBg5B-OZr6SeEEO/w400-h300/oct%202011%20005.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Library exhibit October 2011</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRa8C-ENHwf79qU1wzgll1Lp296NiKrn0OsW8MAsgyW0JOLgAVs2aE8-MqwHg3-Neptra5eUhBOFKKHbw88F8gmyaqQZDEnnuPl3_Wc3NMWE-4osEf6iN-CH8W7yEDzitJYXv-doGjLvlGK34jbRWfW9pj_cp4tkT3q3DL08TGvH2bdBRcZDi18gE/s960/History%20paddle%20July%2015%202018%20photo%20by%20Sharon%20Askew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="960" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRa8C-ENHwf79qU1wzgll1Lp296NiKrn0OsW8MAsgyW0JOLgAVs2aE8-MqwHg3-Neptra5eUhBOFKKHbw88F8gmyaqQZDEnnuPl3_Wc3NMWE-4osEf6iN-CH8W7yEDzitJYXv-doGjLvlGK34jbRWfW9pj_cp4tkT3q3DL08TGvH2bdBRcZDi18gE/w400-h266/History%20paddle%20July%2015%202018%20photo%20by%20Sharon%20Askew.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">History paddle in 2018</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p></div>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-64886781710239545552022-11-22T08:26:00.000-08:002022-11-22T08:26:56.280-08:00A Slingerland Box Mystery<p> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">The Slingerland Box at B.H.A.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemcGPhHS2Tv3a2jjV4L89bQ30e0NTwdcmUu0ULpzonmZknZu_ses8P_j3kmzD7wSpFd308yT7vQmGWHbGiTeZy2CMr3ms7YlLwwOZhP15JfW6B8_c5NoMvH02LZZBC64PELawOLv4PpUEkzPr8aIgw5qdHfcdMWuEJnSjcq0kx-ggBb2Am-u67D89/s4032/IMG_1630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemcGPhHS2Tv3a2jjV4L89bQ30e0NTwdcmUu0ULpzonmZknZu_ses8P_j3kmzD7wSpFd308yT7vQmGWHbGiTeZy2CMr3ms7YlLwwOZhP15JfW6B8_c5NoMvH02LZZBC64PELawOLv4PpUEkzPr8aIgw5qdHfcdMWuEJnSjcq0kx-ggBb2Am-u67D89/s320/IMG_1630.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Over the summer, the beautiful wooden box pictured here
was donated to the Bethlehem Historical Association.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The outside is smooth wood with an inscribed
plaque.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The inside is lined with silky
looking fabric. There is a shallow space under the lid and a deep drawer. According
to family lore, George Slingerland was a surveyor and this was his box for his
surveying equipment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, the box
itself refutes this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is simply too
nice inside for a workman’s case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
think it held a set of silverware. Follow along for how I got to this
conclusion. <o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1AA4DRWpOWmgFQixu4Gf2UebqA5jPEKwAa3eA8Q8kQ4zhQa-UpSz4idw23Bqf_FT1b1NAe13VEv-ld4ktOnxWz0fSJ8p4B9bIJGRPe6fyM7JB0g0JWL8Rr3f-r51db6cUuMB3oHkWQRfQrW8Ofavp-27zaHZsB74INRe4zMnWHzcS3j-JgaN23Bv/s4032/IMG_1626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF1AA4DRWpOWmgFQixu4Gf2UebqA5jPEKwAa3eA8Q8kQ4zhQa-UpSz4idw23Bqf_FT1b1NAe13VEv-ld4ktOnxWz0fSJ8p4B9bIJGRPe6fyM7JB0g0JWL8Rr3f-r51db6cUuMB3oHkWQRfQrW8Ofavp-27zaHZsB74INRe4zMnWHzcS3j-JgaN23Bv/s320/IMG_1626.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">First, I started with the plaque on the case. It is
inscribed: <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Presented
to<br />
Mr. and Mrs. George W. Slingerland<br />
by employees of the<br />
National Express Company<br />
New York City Division<br />
September 1899<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZSuzujxINqCZsjwvrw3bs3P0kUoSrudoBLUOU_4O-U7wYGS2irMDhVDYvUxrUAV4_i6M_JrQCQzmIWvSRM0mlK5l_IhsWkkNu9wgs5W5N91ZCLsFW0g5bgFFqIoK8CgYekd96UxuGkOLx0vrh0EpqaLfAvdoX3VWHzx5w1BJMzB8OVOvPvGfuo5K/s2448/IMG_1361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2443" data-original-width="2448" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZSuzujxINqCZsjwvrw3bs3P0kUoSrudoBLUOU_4O-U7wYGS2irMDhVDYvUxrUAV4_i6M_JrQCQzmIWvSRM0mlK5l_IhsWkkNu9wgs5W5N91ZCLsFW0g5bgFFqIoK8CgYekd96UxuGkOLx0vrh0EpqaLfAvdoX3VWHzx5w1BJMzB8OVOvPvGfuo5K/s320/IMG_1361.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Mr. and Mrs. George W. Slingerland are George Wayne
Slingerland (1847-1923) and Rosalie Mattice (1850-1929) who married in
1870.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>George was born in Bethlehem’s
hamlet of Slingerlands to William and Elizabeth Slingerland.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Tracing the couple through the census, we find them in
Bethlehem in the 1870 and 1880 U.S. Census and the 1875 New York Census.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is listed as a farmer (at age 23 still at
home with the parents), then a surveyor (in his own household with Rosalie and
their young children) and then as a civil engineer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then there is a gap in the Census trail until
the 1905 New Jersey State Census where he is living in Hackensack with Rosalie
and is listed as a manager with the Express Company. The 1915 New Jersey and
the 1920 Federal censuses have him in Hackensack as a superintendent with the
Express Company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">So far so good. I hope you connected the references to
the Express Company and the inscription on the plaque.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">George turns up often in the newspapers. One of my
favorites is from the February 13, 1886 edition of the <i>Albany Argus</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Under
the headline “Express Officials Fraternize” it goes on to describe a party
where employees of the Boston office of the National Express Company
entertained their superintendent, Mr. Merritt Seely, at a “sumptuous” banquet
at the Quincy house. Among the 30 gentlemen present were George W. Slingerland,
assistant to the general superintendent at Albany. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Apparently, George made a
speech.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As the article reads:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He
soberly drew a voluminous manuscript from his pocket, and read a humorous poem,
which coved all the great events in American History down to the time of the
formation of the National Express company. When this point had been reached,
his poem “cracked” every official of the company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This production convulsed his hearers, who
“laughed till they cried.” <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wish we had a
copy of that poem!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sometime around 1890, he and his family moved first to
Brooklyn then to Hackensack likely for George’s work with the National Express
Company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then along comes this article
from the September 29, 1899 edition of the<i> Brooklyn Daily Eagle</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let me just quote it:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">George
W. Slingerland, superintendent of the New York and Long Island divisions of the
National Express Company, recently resigned his position to engage in other
business.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was agreeably surprised
last night when arriving at his residence in the Brevoort, he found there his
former assistant superintendents, route agents and principal agents, who on
behalf of themselves and other employees, presented a magnificent silver
service of eighty pieces as a testimonial of their appreciation and regard for
Mr. and Mrs. Slingerland.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The article goes on to describe George’s work:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">At
the time of his resignation Mr. Slingerland had been with the company over
twenty years, during the last thirteen of which he has been in immediate charge
of its metropolitan service.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He
originated and organized the first trolley express car system ever in
existence, which operating over the Rapid Transit lines here has proven of
inestimable advantage to the citizens and business interests of Brooklyn and
Queens.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Did you notice the silver service mentioned in the
article? And that the date of said article is September 29, 1899, the same date
as inscribed on the box?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am wholly
sure that our box was the container for this set of silver.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjjLbNv6xdLnGzCGIYIuJvjkn_J-O_7ndWdA8UeqfPLQU4sltjxJXk4awuCVeVEcK8ysYHnRsAiY8k9c_xs6phHkUlbhGxXOwMLhrAo6AA0UOsGPTGZC0iOR9rLDaDTvqpFnx_yJxxtDtjRCPM2dZFc2y1bQcpMg9BrRkDG8uNzBZBHd1EqOiYk5c/s921/silverware%201%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="683" data-original-width="921" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCjjLbNv6xdLnGzCGIYIuJvjkn_J-O_7ndWdA8UeqfPLQU4sltjxJXk4awuCVeVEcK8ysYHnRsAiY8k9c_xs6phHkUlbhGxXOwMLhrAo6AA0UOsGPTGZC0iOR9rLDaDTvqpFnx_yJxxtDtjRCPM2dZFc2y1bQcpMg9BrRkDG8uNzBZBHd1EqOiYk5c/s320/silverware%201%20(2).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These images of the King George pattern from the 1909 Goreham Hand Book of Stirling Silver give an idea of what the silver service might have been like.is. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqVuqTtnvHGJW0IFZz6-AY-wj1giIoK0Wx9Bzk8URmnimbKZGulDOC69KbSWrUnK4HPJkTRhtucAwc2diOktpLBpQYWludgCbAco_k9O9dGP9dBe0RxRG_Ro0vTBvMJ86RhfD79wFwQKIn9lZk_m5Isipxqd6x6-HwHZH7KOIFFGceIhG7KqSXRxv/s925/silverware%202%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="682" data-original-width="925" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqVuqTtnvHGJW0IFZz6-AY-wj1giIoK0Wx9Bzk8URmnimbKZGulDOC69KbSWrUnK4HPJkTRhtucAwc2diOktpLBpQYWludgCbAco_k9O9dGP9dBe0RxRG_Ro0vTBvMJ86RhfD79wFwQKIn9lZk_m5Isipxqd6x6-HwHZH7KOIFFGceIhG7KqSXRxv/w400-h295/silverware%202%20(2).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">And what is an Express Company you ask? Basically they
were in the business of moving packages and freight and maybe people. For
example, here’s a snippet from The March 5, 1902 issue of the <i>Standard Union</i>:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Mrs.
Eugene A. Philbin, has sued…George W. Slingerland as head of the Century
Express Compony for $200 said to represent the vault of a package the plaintiff
shipped by express on August 16 last to Seabright, and $50 for the failure of
the package to reach its destination. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">And a final, funny note if you do much historical
research.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was trying to find George’s
obituary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Did you know there were two George
W. Slingerlands who died in 1923? Thankfully Rosalie is a unique name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I often searched on her name while looking
for George.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsKtAOiv4BBmBOd-aSshP5CA453PnthJaxDAEZNZmj0cVTBBDky5a1HFgp-ryhvBp_RlSjK0s0BZoKSE7UItVdoQdelCPcg-dE3POy_Pqe66snjA84ceAeKnPvWlVz7VM8PscRT3INjJJdq5QaSmSH2OVjcnny6DemUiVtrNd5gvqjyDQAyob-hGDR/s937/george%20Wayne%20Slingerland%20from%20ancestry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="937" data-original-width="719" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsKtAOiv4BBmBOd-aSshP5CA453PnthJaxDAEZNZmj0cVTBBDky5a1HFgp-ryhvBp_RlSjK0s0BZoKSE7UItVdoQdelCPcg-dE3POy_Pqe66snjA84ceAeKnPvWlVz7VM8PscRT3INjJJdq5QaSmSH2OVjcnny6DemUiVtrNd5gvqjyDQAyob-hGDR/w308-h400/george%20Wayne%20Slingerland%20from%20ancestry.jpg" width="308" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This photo of George Wayne Slingerland is from a public Ancestry.com family tree.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-56604367538802221132022-11-15T06:19:00.002-08:002022-11-15T06:19:43.269-08:00A New Historic Marker at the Slingerland Homestead<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy55dwqyV1XseGzgL_RzAqNYlMneK6lsbfwQPFy4B-izTfNkPRbfqhnY9iOLWCSI5uYbwAt2225PqFipiqKicbNYgbQbGviwagaUnT4CdEQ9TbWBLrX-hMztZTYf46PAI7F_X7UwHCDm1_bVEDYpwWXa1lhcj_f8zRM6qMbVS8w96ASUmNzVZMcRJN/s4032/IMG_1574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy55dwqyV1XseGzgL_RzAqNYlMneK6lsbfwQPFy4B-izTfNkPRbfqhnY9iOLWCSI5uYbwAt2225PqFipiqKicbNYgbQbGviwagaUnT4CdEQ9TbWBLrX-hMztZTYf46PAI7F_X7UwHCDm1_bVEDYpwWXa1lhcj_f8zRM6qMbVS8w96ASUmNzVZMcRJN/s320/IMG_1574.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>Have you noticed the new historical marker on New Scotland Road in Slingerlands? It honors the historic homestead of the Slingerland family in their namesake hamlet. The property was in the hands of that branch of the Slingerland family for over 150 years!</p><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD_to1Hycb6VJjycbOX5quKCuMSIG4YTKqwSOR51KF7RIVLS0m77dWLv96vQvPIpJfMRkUWBNL2k_S3xInU8MYxSSnHMbYirdlARjFTa85r8kkP7mpxGLGs2JLSRbVavTBfu3UYApgoaawoZGKs5Car--pP4S_XQ0m1njBQewBCfHKl26VAHEUU-vq/s4032/IMG_1578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD_to1Hycb6VJjycbOX5quKCuMSIG4YTKqwSOR51KF7RIVLS0m77dWLv96vQvPIpJfMRkUWBNL2k_S3xInU8MYxSSnHMbYirdlARjFTa85r8kkP7mpxGLGs2JLSRbVavTBfu3UYApgoaawoZGKs5Car--pP4S_XQ0m1njBQewBCfHKl26VAHEUU-vq/s320/IMG_1578.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_sy4fnKPNT4_Sztep1WjncPJS7UU6BHacevlXHlRo8dSJypZnCZTc9dOhukouCk5TrjwV61stDIR5dFWjkX0Voas02vDpNmmlFeAuWB_raGf2Hn7Wm8bMV4XBPKe_IQXJ3pMgREMWFo_pGh5CuATnDqvQRXH8lH6Nazb6cuZGvXT2Jqi5QwQF0qt/s4032/IMG_1577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_sy4fnKPNT4_Sztep1WjncPJS7UU6BHacevlXHlRo8dSJypZnCZTc9dOhukouCk5TrjwV61stDIR5dFWjkX0Voas02vDpNmmlFeAuWB_raGf2Hn7Wm8bMV4XBPKe_IQXJ3pMgREMWFo_pGh5CuATnDqvQRXH8lH6Nazb6cuZGvXT2Jqi5QwQF0qt/s320/IMG_1577.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-31932639070264322412022-10-11T13:21:00.000-07:002022-10-11T13:21:53.508-07:00Thinking of Jane Kimmey Selkirk<p> As you know, various historical items often come my way, including this lovely picture of Jane Kimmey Selkirk. And as you know, I am on the hunt for all things related to the Selkirk family.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHS0knIxYjyRmPsPJfe1N4nx4rf5YeuQD5oRKIRVAPjACN7cmZT6KkwMbyaKWTG4pPin2J3lp8jUspVxunlq3HybkMf0hH6hLS11j1JZ6EmM9es8ays_qnBWGh3RinRzeFbw2LwXUFNADNmz8o-o0N8H4-TgAKA78GQ8nTFqfZDm1k-Qc7pUsTkQx/s2607/Jane%20Kimmey%20Selkirk.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2607" data-original-width="2135" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHS0knIxYjyRmPsPJfe1N4nx4rf5YeuQD5oRKIRVAPjACN7cmZT6KkwMbyaKWTG4pPin2J3lp8jUspVxunlq3HybkMf0hH6hLS11j1JZ6EmM9es8ays_qnBWGh3RinRzeFbw2LwXUFNADNmz8o-o0N8H4-TgAKA78GQ8nTFqfZDm1k-Qc7pUsTkQx/w328-h400/Jane%20Kimmey%20Selkirk.JPG" width="328" /></a></div><p>Jane was born in 1829, the daughter of Mr. Kimmey * and Maria Niver. She married William Selkirk (1828-1913) in 1856. According to Selkirk family genealogy records, Jane and William had 6 children, John, David, James, Jess, Robert and Edward. </p><p>She lived her life in Cedar Hill and shows up regularly in the census living in Bethlehem. For example in the 1880 U.S. she is listed as "keeping house" with her husband, a carpenter, and three of their sons. Interestingly, in 1870 William is listed as a carpenter and hotel keeper. The 1855 N.Y. Census , the year before she married, captures her living with her sister Ann and Ann's husband Jacob Soop. </p><p>Jane died in 1919 and is buried with her family in Elmwood Cemetery.</p><p>Below is a picture of Edward Selkirk. I believe this is Jane's son who was a mail carrier in the hamlet of Selkirk for many years. Ed's full name is Edward Kimmey Selkirk - 1865-1946.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSHPqODq3lzyuBnEIy3cjeBQ7o7ID1aBLD9J8CQ_KuaRJJtBArQvEqHZ0MyyKCGYZmjbkwRC0QjGqMneX2-9Cv_7BwKUqHK_Tp7TaLESATjKpDwF5LAQA4Eo2I5ksX4LDl04uWoTSLsuucoHtSuTuzVBPjiYC-Vx8KwNFf8S-pjnlQ_ZvRpUzpkeZ/s2208/Ed%20Selkirk.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2208" data-original-width="1791" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGSHPqODq3lzyuBnEIy3cjeBQ7o7ID1aBLD9J8CQ_KuaRJJtBArQvEqHZ0MyyKCGYZmjbkwRC0QjGqMneX2-9Cv_7BwKUqHK_Tp7TaLESATjKpDwF5LAQA4Eo2I5ksX4LDl04uWoTSLsuucoHtSuTuzVBPjiYC-Vx8KwNFf8S-pjnlQ_ZvRpUzpkeZ/w325-h400/Ed%20Selkirk.JPG" width="325" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>The picture below is labeled Jennie Selkirk.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4I30jiijisdoWqC3vH0IdIiaPHcJBgz-305k_6AdFxxYKR2DTXvfI0K6vHZ6zfgqCgs-cu7B-mPdq3egG7x8818uBwEA8z380IlX29I3eM5YrmsDeNxH7T4GxIiT8S2MvacjvdbKuFRdZKm_oO5YyA5ad-qmkMkbTObhUd65sKAXf8XFafwXrdga/s1969/Jennie%20Selkirk%20crop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1969" data-original-width="1477" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4I30jiijisdoWqC3vH0IdIiaPHcJBgz-305k_6AdFxxYKR2DTXvfI0K6vHZ6zfgqCgs-cu7B-mPdq3egG7x8818uBwEA8z380IlX29I3eM5YrmsDeNxH7T4GxIiT8S2MvacjvdbKuFRdZKm_oO5YyA5ad-qmkMkbTObhUd65sKAXf8XFafwXrdga/w300-h400/Jennie%20Selkirk%20crop.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This <i>might</i> be Jennie Selkirk, 1863-1884, daughter of Jacob Selkirk and Anna Vrooman. Jane Kimmey Selkirk is her aunt and Edward would be her cousin. She is also buried at Elmwood Cemetery.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>But</i>, it could maybe be Edward's wife, Eliza J. Exler (1874-1940), based solely on the middle initial of "J". </div><div><br /></div><div>Both Jennie and Eliza are buried at Elmwood Cemetery along with a host of other Selkirk and Exler relatives. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hope you enjoyed these new to me pictures of members of the Selkirk family. And yes, they are connected to Revolutionary War veteran James Selkirk and his wife Elizabeth. Jane Kimmey Selkirk would have been a granddaughter-in-law to them. He husband William was their grandson. </div><div><br /></div><div><u>Notes</u></div><br />* I've got conflicting sources on Jane's father. The family genealogy compiled by Theodore Selkirk says he's Jacob - Theodore cites a family bible. Records of the First Reformed Church point to David Kimmey as does Findagrave. More research needed, per usual!</div><div><p><br /></p></div>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-60509298931945702592022-10-04T07:17:00.000-07:002022-10-04T07:17:04.136-07:00Slingerlands Living History Walking Tour<p> We are doing another Slingerlands Living History Walking Tour in a couple of weeks. It is a fun way to learn some local history!</p><p>The Friends of the
Slingerland Family Burial Vault present a <b>Slingerlands Living History
Walking Tour</b> on Sunday afternoon October 16. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Participants will enjoy an afternoon
walking tour in the hamlet of Slingerlands that features costumed actors
portraying local notables like Congressman John I. Slingerland and engineer
William H. Slingerland. Other notables are star pitcher of the Slingerland Echo
baseball team Adam Mattice and African American resident James Dickson. New
this year are architect Grace Slingerland and attorney Ruth Miner</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Tours
step off at 2:00, 2:30 and 3:00 pm on Sunday October 16 from the picnic
pavilion at the Slingerlands Fire Department, 1520 New Scotland Road. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">Advance
tickets are required and can be purchased through Eventbrite. <span class="MsoHyperlink"><span style="color: windowtext;"><a href="https://slingerlandvault.eventbrite.com/">https://slingerlandvault.eventbrite.com</a></span></span>. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> Questions? E</o:p></span>mail <span class="MsoHyperlink"><a href="mailto:FriendsOfTheVault@gmail.com">FriendsOfTheVault@gmail.com</a></span>.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p> </o:p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaj7yqtucNAW_QLqKzjODKvDjCPme6usaN54q2kM0_HMb-BV9TPgVDL6dkuiE3iY-Tx6YEGW1MntIE3obMTu2rtDaKJsKfpTwbfvOQGRED5583B7u7bqFqwQgkv2eFmFc-sywBe8o7GSl4Te-ao9tdyyNaYMzp9N1IAckg3mQ4Q-HgC64GHFyRvUgy/s492/vault%20tour%20photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="492" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaj7yqtucNAW_QLqKzjODKvDjCPme6usaN54q2kM0_HMb-BV9TPgVDL6dkuiE3iY-Tx6YEGW1MntIE3obMTu2rtDaKJsKfpTwbfvOQGRED5583B7u7bqFqwQgkv2eFmFc-sywBe8o7GSl4Te-ao9tdyyNaYMzp9N1IAckg3mQ4Q-HgC64GHFyRvUgy/s320/vault%20tour%20photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxZu_fiD0u5e0oCA8ZLpqM385wk-Ewd63rY6Yi0Jzv4A6VgFIipXJ0Fg5gwU4YKa-WTHkPrqZvdZ9HA4R-FuXB9DaPx7wuf_YGbwNfv2duqpPMcMQ1j6_ODewpAjX7jCkaxD_4qg34YMjKr2JKh9QXeOsoHoAHmgDZ48V5XS6VuDDp5iZUlacHXVp/s3000/Slingerlands%20Founding%20Family-57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="2000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdxZu_fiD0u5e0oCA8ZLpqM385wk-Ewd63rY6Yi0Jzv4A6VgFIipXJ0Fg5gwU4YKa-WTHkPrqZvdZ9HA4R-FuXB9DaPx7wuf_YGbwNfv2duqpPMcMQ1j6_ODewpAjX7jCkaxD_4qg34YMjKr2JKh9QXeOsoHoAHmgDZ48V5XS6VuDDp5iZUlacHXVp/s320/Slingerlands%20Founding%20Family-57.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4JLivVQKomJsBO136HA-8Vg1IyTR7UG0YoGQUeKpufolJlQPRVPeqUfUFyfavQMmhcCHPf5h0pci-J7H1izJThpMMonJ1h34H1oDz8S5FFP7RGHPEuVM6i-0ZtbfIcuxWbWx618-zj988Nm7NiflJe__8USCd71aIF2sIJiVhvxbEeq8o7QRqz8zB/s4032/IMG_1441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4JLivVQKomJsBO136HA-8Vg1IyTR7UG0YoGQUeKpufolJlQPRVPeqUfUFyfavQMmhcCHPf5h0pci-J7H1izJThpMMonJ1h34H1oDz8S5FFP7RGHPEuVM6i-0ZtbfIcuxWbWx618-zj988Nm7NiflJe__8USCd71aIF2sIJiVhvxbEeq8o7QRqz8zB/s320/IMG_1441.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />Find
out more about this event and Friends of the Slingerland Family Burial Vault at<p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="https://www.slingerlandvault.org/" target="_blank">https://www.slingerlandvault.org/</a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br /></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-30675039774533304032022-07-28T09:03:00.001-07:002022-11-29T16:21:11.102-08:00Still in the 1940s<p> You know one of my favorite happenings is when someone calls me out of the blue with random Bethlehem related history items. And in the last couple of weeks there have been two such calls!</p><p>The first was a load of stuff from a person's estate in Delmar. And yes, I am giving no details there as to preserve the donor's privacy. Highlights include old photos and diaries related to the Whitbeck and McCulloch family. Those have been passed along to the Bethlehem Historical Association as they have a large trove of items related to these families. Already, new light is being shed. </p><p>What I wanted to talk about today is this scrapbook.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqciXT06JOdyoec035EtsUnyl5qi2fFua-529fd1sEx9fyWvyS-KaiBSc7Y0TECp4cgXazppnpWb1pB_CqomDIHmXAPlaBZWGa4yH_zFazmkY2btKL_4DO6U_610TAeufSgNVSp2OH0DRLhwMO9VhPYGUcK5I_33lE7LbW91aKGi9Q9A53sfZh5id6/s3464/IMG_1137.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3464" data-original-width="2685" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqciXT06JOdyoec035EtsUnyl5qi2fFua-529fd1sEx9fyWvyS-KaiBSc7Y0TECp4cgXazppnpWb1pB_CqomDIHmXAPlaBZWGa4yH_zFazmkY2btKL_4DO6U_610TAeufSgNVSp2OH0DRLhwMO9VhPYGUcK5I_33lE7LbW91aKGi9Q9A53sfZh5id6/w310-h400/IMG_1137.JPG" width="310" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUM9ltpS0VW-hPMpNCoZ929cSlHiv-vFW--wWPBAJKer8Q_LYCSRiEnPMI1dkYy9QcJsPoUvOSwpRAefpA0JfWHcxYeulKQhe8DGyEDwVVqrKNFBTLQtWSI6xEQ_5aFQIlRuuo-T-YTuaxncCrpKaRASOoxo0g7EIZ2dHxmPLbqJjDLoQlxGogYLUb/s4032/IMG_1141.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUM9ltpS0VW-hPMpNCoZ929cSlHiv-vFW--wWPBAJKer8Q_LYCSRiEnPMI1dkYy9QcJsPoUvOSwpRAefpA0JfWHcxYeulKQhe8DGyEDwVVqrKNFBTLQtWSI6xEQ_5aFQIlRuuo-T-YTuaxncCrpKaRASOoxo0g7EIZ2dHxmPLbqJjDLoQlxGogYLUb/w300-h400/IMG_1141.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p>The scrapbook was created by Mrs. Adeline Johnson. The photo is of Miss Laurella Butler. For many years, both were teachers at the Cedar Hill Schoolhouse when it was part of the Union Free School District (later Ravena-Coeymans-Selkirk District). Mrs. Johnson 4th grade, Miss Butler 3rd grade. Both retired from the Cedar Hill school in 1962, about when that school was closed, right before it became the museum of the Bethlehem Historical Association. </p><p>The scrapbook has photos of 26 people who served during World War II, most of whom appear to be from South Bethlehem. Mrs. Johnson was teaching in the grade school there in 1937. I'm not exactly sure when she started at Cedar Hill. </p><p>Mrs. Johnson's "Boys" included one girl, 2nd Lieutenant Dolly Fourman. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYygWe0t-Xkp3yOT-TnSxOqeLPdcOU-fBLyw1iw9owR4eD_jUUh-IK8rKxX5u53gkkvHsClWo9MnCxJMBFoTkcRP12Phna5eWxWDGLoeTTCfZ32-gcK07ljKBSxmWc3qdbo8LVAcV9p5YRF-PEIxqdy6FbLkvZkNgsAfKH7ooqAZGemMfMg-HItZd0/s3024/IMG_1145%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYygWe0t-Xkp3yOT-TnSxOqeLPdcOU-fBLyw1iw9owR4eD_jUUh-IK8rKxX5u53gkkvHsClWo9MnCxJMBFoTkcRP12Phna5eWxWDGLoeTTCfZ32-gcK07ljKBSxmWc3qdbo8LVAcV9p5YRF-PEIxqdy6FbLkvZkNgsAfKH7ooqAZGemMfMg-HItZd0/s320/IMG_1145%20(2).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>It has been hard to find info about Lt. Fourman. I spent way too much time trying to find out if she married or anything else with no luck. All I know is the family lived in South Bethlehem about the time of the war. Her mother, Mrs. Charles Barba is, I think, Lettie Barba who is buried next to Charles Barba in Elmwood Cemetery. Her brother, Luther Fourman is pretty well documented in the newspapers and is also buried in Elmwood next to his wife Freda. </p><p>From the clipping below we know that she served with the Nurses Division at Camp Breckinridge, Kentucky in 1943. And that is about it.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGcfYhNCI6OJmtge3J_Bn6l1VQrDGVkxwEF_NiiJ8Sfl5wXBU1fLbeW6VOH_xxbdZSwI8PpAXIBLUoa7F96nr4Dp1cBMF1WgZKMebXEXyBMDaqD8gMtGDSXrjBAQ4X3Hl7RG1jk7v7aw_eh7Ot4w7Wq7mNpui-S02k2XUBrxlAFY8bd-06Kpu8Txl/s400/dolly%202%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="298" data-original-width="400" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGcfYhNCI6OJmtge3J_Bn6l1VQrDGVkxwEF_NiiJ8Sfl5wXBU1fLbeW6VOH_xxbdZSwI8PpAXIBLUoa7F96nr4Dp1cBMF1WgZKMebXEXyBMDaqD8gMtGDSXrjBAQ4X3Hl7RG1jk7v7aw_eh7Ot4w7Wq7mNpui-S02k2XUBrxlAFY8bd-06Kpu8Txl/s320/dolly%202%20(2).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ravena News Herald, July 30, 1943</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ThMQQtSiJAU99KwlkEryH7QzRFrLtDoQQkkgN1YKFyWo1h43nNIEWWiJofFk1FRQ1Yy3KK9408DJskG3gX5iwTPsQuJNtU-ggzZZaGK6wCnPcqcrq9tuCNR8o0FEaIXqxohXFu1lkcTNcBNY6AmWtgMtqCeSvMbv2LdzgHimgfqFHDdJjl81a_Qc/s500/s-l500.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="318" data-original-width="500" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ThMQQtSiJAU99KwlkEryH7QzRFrLtDoQQkkgN1YKFyWo1h43nNIEWWiJofFk1FRQ1Yy3KK9408DJskG3gX5iwTPsQuJNtU-ggzZZaGK6wCnPcqcrq9tuCNR8o0FEaIXqxohXFu1lkcTNcBNY6AmWtgMtqCeSvMbv2LdzgHimgfqFHDdJjl81a_Qc/w400-h255/s-l500.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The post hospital at Camp Breckinridge. Maybe Fourman served here?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Mrs. Johnson also had a page for Dolly's brother Luther with a couple of interesting clips. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5W5aJaI98IePKsZHSeeuk3jrepLTkmhNZf_gxUPwLOMBLPE5QbJbo_IVsTB_oIyanK-3O5evTlwhqf2zYAhr2fblSPbEwqDSxBzsVkHTiAWmiemHu4p02JZbm8o2GSUcmX0O0Pk-0RMSZ5fp23uoNQiGk1Fxtk72NIeAYwEuUFuSdbBV4zDtSGHT/s2533/IMG_1146%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2216" data-original-width="2533" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5W5aJaI98IePKsZHSeeuk3jrepLTkmhNZf_gxUPwLOMBLPE5QbJbo_IVsTB_oIyanK-3O5evTlwhqf2zYAhr2fblSPbEwqDSxBzsVkHTiAWmiemHu4p02JZbm8o2GSUcmX0O0Pk-0RMSZ5fp23uoNQiGk1Fxtk72NIeAYwEuUFuSdbBV4zDtSGHT/s320/IMG_1146%20(2).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUmGd9E-hj7IPEEHkIY-etEqOZyFabnfBn7hrDy7m6Wy9sLwHi_1tsNZr9OfdaD_DvdrrZt0UR-Yo3hvReWMGoZ6lFIMR7h9Uf2Ss-kJYAScvcXjYYaqbTdz71zUqroqfexZ4XfbguEqJPDLSqhot80KUTvz1PTNaxNYB6jU-aACMvx6MAqbcVZog/s3023/IMG_1148%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="798" data-original-width="3023" height="105" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIUmGd9E-hj7IPEEHkIY-etEqOZyFabnfBn7hrDy7m6Wy9sLwHi_1tsNZr9OfdaD_DvdrrZt0UR-Yo3hvReWMGoZ6lFIMR7h9Uf2Ss-kJYAScvcXjYYaqbTdz71zUqroqfexZ4XfbguEqJPDLSqhot80KUTvz1PTNaxNYB6jU-aACMvx6MAqbcVZog/w400-h105/IMG_1148%20(2).JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>As I have posted before, I'm working with BHA on a 1940s exhibit for the fall and you can be sure that Mrs. Johnson's scrapbook will make an appearance!</p><p>And a P.S. </p><p>The second donation was an album of postcards from Slingerlands and Normansville. Very excited about that one. There were many that I have never seen before. More info to come! </p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-28068176949977954182022-06-21T08:29:00.001-07:002022-06-29T08:20:08.312-07:00WWII Army Service Patches<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9yLb2meaTCKgo5sb89qIGbp9cY1DKrXp4t8K_amrqhGsARgYcLRCa7vws2gaAGiry-r7Goxh6xXWDQUGJLgImVNSH-3YYW3hoksknt4Rme6Y0ilGGvnHVSmZW6xQJ9MkMgE_8Q4bmX-AA_V0g6B2R_y_W9-Nx1D7kJobAGH9pAToDOZ-Nyr98_25/s4032/IMG_0955.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix9yLb2meaTCKgo5sb89qIGbp9cY1DKrXp4t8K_amrqhGsARgYcLRCa7vws2gaAGiry-r7Goxh6xXWDQUGJLgImVNSH-3YYW3hoksknt4Rme6Y0ilGGvnHVSmZW6xQJ9MkMgE_8Q4bmX-AA_V0g6B2R_y_W9-Nx1D7kJobAGH9pAToDOZ-Nyr98_25/s320/IMG_0955.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Isn't this a great looking patch? </p><p>I'm currently working with the Bethlehem Historical Association on an exhibit about what our town was like in the 1940s. It will, of course, look at World War II service people as well as the home front. </p><p>If you've got a minute, you can pop over to this blog post for a snippet from that era <a href="https://bethlehemnyhistory.blogspot.com/2019/06/a-wwii-story.html">https://bethlehemnyhistory.blogspot.com/2019/06/a-wwii-story.html</a></p><p>As part of the exhibit prep, the committee is looking for things related to that era in Bethlehem. I found an Army uniform in an antique shop in Coxsackie and scooped it up for the exhibit. It had a couple of patches on it but no identifying information about who owned/wore the uniform. </p><p>Various websites concur about the imagery of the patch above. The thunder bolts are snapping the chains of Nazi oppression. The patch indicates service in the European Theatre of Operations - the ETO. </p><p>One site specifies that it is part of the ADSEC, the Advanced Section, Communications Zone, European Theater of Operations, United State Army. ADSEC supported the operations of the Army in a myriad of ways including establishing supply dumps and depots, reconstructing railways, repairing bridges and building fuel lines. One newspaper clipping I found reported that "One ADSEC Dump Has Food for 33,000,000 Army Meals" (Brooklyn Eagle, April 5, 1945)</p><p>Also on the uniform is the patch below. It has the wonderful nickname of the Ruptured Duck. This is an honorable discharge insignia that would have been sewn onto the uniform jacket after the veteran left military service. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1m-i_0-QPEe85F8hWFl9Giy5KVLCe0_3ufRKvKWG-Nkp1sK0uu83tF_pmAaHVovMF9gsoCsV6M64ZoJdc6ZDOq_Hun82lbTYWRY20xq99xIAPzy1OzqQ22OqzvfVa8faTxfwpUUF8Ae0Z7QRlytZapOV8MLjB2AnO1POF6y-LnxWcOYGS9RuNrFy/s4032/IMG_0956.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1m-i_0-QPEe85F8hWFl9Giy5KVLCe0_3ufRKvKWG-Nkp1sK0uu83tF_pmAaHVovMF9gsoCsV6M64ZoJdc6ZDOq_Hun82lbTYWRY20xq99xIAPzy1OzqQ22OqzvfVa8faTxfwpUUF8Ae0Z7QRlytZapOV8MLjB2AnO1POF6y-LnxWcOYGS9RuNrFy/s320/IMG_0956.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>With these two patches, we can speculate that the owner of the jacket served behind the lines in Europe suppling and supporting the front (maybe they were an engineer or truck driver or served in one of the ADSEC field hospitals) and that they were honorably discharged after their service. </p><p>If you have 1940s related memorabilia, especially with a Bethlehem connection, I'd love to hear from you. The BHA exhibit will be installed in the late fall this year - hopefully! We are planning to set up an "office" display and are on the look out for desk top items from that era, like fountain pens and an ash tray (remember when those were ubiquitous? - kind of hard to find these days!) </p><p>Feel free to email me, sleath@townofbethlehem.org</p><p><br /></p><p></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-91713595482762815842022-06-09T09:38:00.000-07:002022-06-09T09:38:10.791-07:00Too Many James Selkirks<p> There are just too many James Selkirks. All of them are intriguing, but I am having a time sorting them all out. </p><p>My latest Selkirk family research lead me to this wonderful picture (thank you Sharon and Keleigh!)</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGLPlRWprQYPekiMnXJ6dPlYsTXsr4hauX6rVqgYxVwZer0kArbX07KKeav-F8IDFEkP4w_Ms2CPOkUXveNvxbXMVaqiGGsI4fmqlqSaXjsdQpT-fn8bbe3lWYAauN31A3KknK1gASjUWElCvmYoN4k3oi1uk58deqFWfCvEkfxgMefQjWSnEjsB7/s4032/15.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDGLPlRWprQYPekiMnXJ6dPlYsTXsr4hauX6rVqgYxVwZer0kArbX07KKeav-F8IDFEkP4w_Ms2CPOkUXveNvxbXMVaqiGGsI4fmqlqSaXjsdQpT-fn8bbe3lWYAauN31A3KknK1gASjUWElCvmYoN4k3oi1uk58deqFWfCvEkfxgMefQjWSnEjsB7/s320/15.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_eGsshfa5Nd7elXCUnRGl6tBwjCJXSkUEyjqLiRHgPm7lrhUXKhSmDkp6bxss2cvrP9Mn3bTri-MjaBJEN-z6GfUYhC2vc0vzDH5tE-tTamzKyFMtSgPUyDHyNGGtm6h9c1r-6im-Hm-bhP5D-ScTQZRqp5EWLgA515PY4QfidfxbsJo5E5oCT5P/s568/James%20Selkirk%20settled%20in%20Texas%20fought%20for%20south.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="498" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_eGsshfa5Nd7elXCUnRGl6tBwjCJXSkUEyjqLiRHgPm7lrhUXKhSmDkp6bxss2cvrP9Mn3bTri-MjaBJEN-z6GfUYhC2vc0vzDH5tE-tTamzKyFMtSgPUyDHyNGGtm6h9c1r-6im-Hm-bhP5D-ScTQZRqp5EWLgA515PY4QfidfxbsJo5E5oCT5P/s320/James%20Selkirk%20settled%20in%20Texas%20fought%20for%20south.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><br /><p>A note with the photo says it is "James Selkirk who settled in Texas and fought for the south." But which James is it?</p><p>It is certainly not my # 1 James Selkirk (1757-1820), that is the Revolutionary War veteran, memoir writer, tailor, farmer who married Elizabeth Henry (1766-1844) in 1786.* And it is not <i>his</i> son James who died in 1821 because the image is a daguerreotype probably from the 1840s or 50s. </p><p>The person pictured has to be one of James and Elizabeth's two grandsons that are named James. Both of the cousins went to Texas. </p><p>The first possibility is James Selkirk (1815-1862) son of William Selkirk (1792-1828) and Matilda Hallenbake (1794-1820). William (son of #1 James) was the first to go to Texas about 1822. This James was born in Bethlehem and went to Texas after his father died out there. </p><p>The second is James Selkirk (c. 1824-1869), son of Robert Selkirk (1797-1872) and Maria Boucher (1802-1881). Robert is also a son of #1 James and a brother to William. That makes these two James cousins. A genealogist in the family, Theodore Selkirk, compiled an extensive Selkirk family tree and a descendant, Michael Wolf added to that with this paragraph:</p><p>"James Selkirk born circa 1824 died April 18, 1869 at Brenham Washington County Texas. Cousin of James Selkirk 1815-1862 and lived in Matagorda with him. Built the dock at Matagorda. In Confederate Army Capt. Co D 6th Texas Infantry. War record in National Archives, visited in prison of war camp at Columbus Ohio by his father Robert."</p><p>So there you have it. Add in the fact that this photo came down through the Willis family who are descendants of Robert and Maria, and I am pretty sure this is the right James Selkirk. </p><p>And just for fun, here's a picture of Robert Selkirk, father of James.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPnhNh7Q-W4jN6bH6qAwkcETorThVyBBo9my6lbXXyyI3tsBwTubTcBcmZ_IiR1mKdGAuqdac3bOJC4kNbZ0nLDfg2-FCxZIzNsJR-FFs5ROS-2tCl8Km-Z--UF18fhBJ8-EQFJrczgBAX_IvFlINvGYuxhtX-c0fna7TCCOv8UDzCLXouDK45yDmx/s625/Robert%20Selkirk%20from%20ancestry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="625" data-original-width="494" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPnhNh7Q-W4jN6bH6qAwkcETorThVyBBo9my6lbXXyyI3tsBwTubTcBcmZ_IiR1mKdGAuqdac3bOJC4kNbZ0nLDfg2-FCxZIzNsJR-FFs5ROS-2tCl8Km-Z--UF18fhBJ8-EQFJrczgBAX_IvFlINvGYuxhtX-c0fna7TCCOv8UDzCLXouDK45yDmx/w316-h400/Robert%20Selkirk%20from%20ancestry.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><br /><p>And here's a picture of his brother John </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4yVEmdbJsPTeqDM6-pGwnO9Bb45_OUHmriAciFyAu003SzfAraP1MpzcdBbpxzyqig8gYT4VdSO0PQiWF-uiD_4ZHHSWZTh9ubb-46O9E86cKpT3uW7asTqABimhYu79lKKPGorGg5N3QcOIctaU_veiGizP5LEdlfFa_NBk1VyAGZCkaoSZHwNxW/s500/uncle%20john%20selkirk%20from%20ancestry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="409" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4yVEmdbJsPTeqDM6-pGwnO9Bb45_OUHmriAciFyAu003SzfAraP1MpzcdBbpxzyqig8gYT4VdSO0PQiWF-uiD_4ZHHSWZTh9ubb-46O9E86cKpT3uW7asTqABimhYu79lKKPGorGg5N3QcOIctaU_veiGizP5LEdlfFa_NBk1VyAGZCkaoSZHwNxW/w328-h400/uncle%20john%20selkirk%20from%20ancestry.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><br /><p>And his sister Lucinda Selkirk Leedings. Hopefully by now you see the family resemblance!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSD32mUFUaibHGmEg9-w93IiL-hQj2OXtgFFa7ru3Rp7r0O1Tc2gWOYl9C1jSW8XPM2as8P3UURU2suHumsmEFALWpwp3dyxcjCIqtPybRO29Zrlm4v5sBe-mgUzGuQv-Q9U9kw-a2bqgwqTIkSWhsnRCDFKZJZq22eO3K9O6hZsOBKjiV0VdISCdw/s568/lucinda%20selkirk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="568" data-original-width="320" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSD32mUFUaibHGmEg9-w93IiL-hQj2OXtgFFa7ru3Rp7r0O1Tc2gWOYl9C1jSW8XPM2as8P3UURU2suHumsmEFALWpwp3dyxcjCIqtPybRO29Zrlm4v5sBe-mgUzGuQv-Q9U9kw-a2bqgwqTIkSWhsnRCDFKZJZq22eO3K9O6hZsOBKjiV0VdISCdw/w225-h400/lucinda%20selkirk.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>* I'm not even going to deal with the family tree on Ancestry that has my #1 James as the son of James Selkirk (1733-1758) who is the son of James Selkirk (1702-1727). Do you see how those dates don't really line up? </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-81161486001466850842022-05-26T07:34:00.001-07:002022-05-26T07:34:56.821-07:00Thinking about Bethlehem Barns<p>I am often thinking about barns as I drive around town. Have you noticed them tucked in here and there? </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEuSdmWlgsXuhdqeqPB5HXc-7W58LA8D55wyj_NnkwqwNAvd_aVSFoo7yJSbDPPGnOy6BO6dm8dfp0zmVxxOTUVJE2VB0VSMCXcEa2tTomaOhR4Q_FN0S9nub8yrnvJuQY1JxlPf_SC8XfoBYzrgQWqj3P-dvBhdqVrRFVtY2B8MpCYspWk21IiRz/s698/bridge%20street.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="698" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilEuSdmWlgsXuhdqeqPB5HXc-7W58LA8D55wyj_NnkwqwNAvd_aVSFoo7yJSbDPPGnOy6BO6dm8dfp0zmVxxOTUVJE2VB0VSMCXcEa2tTomaOhR4Q_FN0S9nub8yrnvJuQY1JxlPf_SC8XfoBYzrgQWqj3P-dvBhdqVrRFVtY2B8MpCYspWk21IiRz/s320/bridge%20street.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Barns, and the many other structures that are needed to run a farm, speak to Bethlehem's agricultural past and I really worry about them, especially when I notice a hole in the roof. </p><p>If you own a historic barn, the New York State Historic Barn Rehabilitation Tax Credit might be able to help. It is a New York income tax credit for up to 25% of the cost of the renovation. Find more details here : <a href="https://parks.ny.gov/shpo/tax-credit-programs/">https://parks.ny.gov/shpo/tax-credit-programs/</a> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0xnuowQtGKh1H1yfYhaddv3wTzl4sxhTWChScIpNbOAbE9c3l0OMuxgFLUy5FR_RU0uCRMZtxS0cXhFjB3tzl57ySuxhhEC7a2_AI6dU_tZ7BOsf0g6wArwf2UNhQ-il8vI3cTOtQyxrWygD6UQRFxOnlO-i_pMi7V15JHxz71qJ5ezvXorMJMGL/s886/Elm%20ave%20%232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="358" data-original-width="886" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0xnuowQtGKh1H1yfYhaddv3wTzl4sxhTWChScIpNbOAbE9c3l0OMuxgFLUy5FR_RU0uCRMZtxS0cXhFjB3tzl57ySuxhhEC7a2_AI6dU_tZ7BOsf0g6wArwf2UNhQ-il8vI3cTOtQyxrWygD6UQRFxOnlO-i_pMi7V15JHxz71qJ5ezvXorMJMGL/w400-h161/Elm%20ave%20%232.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>And, if you want to learn more about what all those barns and out buildings are used for, check out this book. All of your barn questions will be answered! </p><p><u>Barns of New York Rural Architecture of the Empire State by Cynthia Falk. </u></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwNAgr1uK4foFMLzX3-3iqKqDio6P98Q3PqfrYuU10Lv1FBjrBjjzLTKCP4mJTAeLBXtYs8-RSQMHcmCjRRdQ3DIkDMWT7j4Vh4gjJeTi6JJlVpJ4g5Z4gLpJefnSee5CNOqQKSccYT9OdjMCFhGPQN_fYg4Fa1oV7Zo65u_RlZtBWbP3uUyGPOi8D/s4032/IMG_0872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwNAgr1uK4foFMLzX3-3iqKqDio6P98Q3PqfrYuU10Lv1FBjrBjjzLTKCP4mJTAeLBXtYs8-RSQMHcmCjRRdQ3DIkDMWT7j4Vh4gjJeTi6JJlVpJ4g5Z4gLpJefnSee5CNOqQKSccYT9OdjMCFhGPQN_fYg4Fa1oV7Zo65u_RlZtBWbP3uUyGPOi8D/w150-h200/IMG_0872.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_V07SJQ-n7QN7t_f2yu-c3B5G091DVotG8G5Skebw6tdLKUnSUxaFVVEHu4O_Djng1c7FJhqa9OItOd0gLLkeXpji4EecMZolNOzK02Lxj5reDjwUP8tvnHqBLUE3orjySku7H3VaPUPT105fYpFP3dGwf6uWuxkwFq81MxLV62V_ex0Avoh_qbp/s717/Elm%20Ave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="717" height="161" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_V07SJQ-n7QN7t_f2yu-c3B5G091DVotG8G5Skebw6tdLKUnSUxaFVVEHu4O_Djng1c7FJhqa9OItOd0gLLkeXpji4EecMZolNOzK02Lxj5reDjwUP8tvnHqBLUE3orjySku7H3VaPUPT105fYpFP3dGwf6uWuxkwFq81MxLV62V_ex0Avoh_qbp/w400-h161/Elm%20Ave.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOj6pKDNDx676l4xSnDnIqODwPfGDlS0ya2-u7X2QcwH-tJPei2VEOJjdmr6MIm6x7o4BaQ2e2nQv8oIl5VXIr2pCODI6tKsnWronrPrCBV1bSkk0DaPP7aZxZHNUUZ9CxCiQ6JA87u2Od6npvY27BT3j4f4ZkuPk_ZcQ7rdZhh_jTNdFGAFTvTU2/s801/Maple%20ave%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="801" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivOj6pKDNDx676l4xSnDnIqODwPfGDlS0ya2-u7X2QcwH-tJPei2VEOJjdmr6MIm6x7o4BaQ2e2nQv8oIl5VXIr2pCODI6tKsnWronrPrCBV1bSkk0DaPP7aZxZHNUUZ9CxCiQ6JA87u2Od6npvY27BT3j4f4ZkuPk_ZcQ7rdZhh_jTNdFGAFTvTU2/w400-h148/Maple%20ave%20.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDNT7c_FTFLJ02l11U9VV-ArMGvVe6Jmmk1cEVIDn84Fuzv3QH1Ihil6Yxkb1u5rhNzDnlsHnxCi6Ih99Nq-MRVPgKjPoHKtsQuuXonFB3LHDnF0pMzFJckQQP0SVA2b8tE_-rIq43Kgy8Bqg9IlKZ0HOzAoLivDXvU1_o6mYnsXnvI2tktikEaZNz/s949/rt%2032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="949" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDNT7c_FTFLJ02l11U9VV-ArMGvVe6Jmmk1cEVIDn84Fuzv3QH1Ihil6Yxkb1u5rhNzDnlsHnxCi6Ih99Nq-MRVPgKjPoHKtsQuuXonFB3LHDnF0pMzFJckQQP0SVA2b8tE_-rIq43Kgy8Bqg9IlKZ0HOzAoLivDXvU1_o6mYnsXnvI2tktikEaZNz/w400-h159/rt%2032.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>All of the Bethlehem barn pictures in this post are stolen from google street view - just so I wouldn't have to go driving all over town :)</p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-62924587104304900412022-05-17T13:53:00.003-07:002022-05-24T06:11:02.602-07:00Judge Hurlbut Historic Marker<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhNdzyD2tbjNlIfzRIpeYMNMprgXS6Sgspo1RwjESTl2C_2BW2jwkhZYg7GW8Ud7Jf9wrQoK3lXj81f26_FxwQ2bgyfiJPU3rCsUEK3w-kT2--3H4We-gTXYkEwupusuyB7kFuvgYV5i5PC6ZH4fFfPMsj9Pt7SFJL4qozG9AhRYLq2dbvCbCulv2R/s4032/IMG_0845.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhNdzyD2tbjNlIfzRIpeYMNMprgXS6Sgspo1RwjESTl2C_2BW2jwkhZYg7GW8Ud7Jf9wrQoK3lXj81f26_FxwQ2bgyfiJPU3rCsUEK3w-kT2--3H4We-gTXYkEwupusuyB7kFuvgYV5i5PC6ZH4fFfPMsj9Pt7SFJL4qozG9AhRYLq2dbvCbCulv2R/s320/IMG_0845.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div>Thanks to the William C. Pomeroy Foundation and the researching and grant writing efforts of Bethlehem Historical Association Trustee Chris Philippo, Bethlehem has a new historic marker. Many thanks to the town's Highway Department for installing it at the corner of River Road and Halter Road in Glenmont. <p></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-align: center;"><b><br />******</b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-align: center;"><b>New Historical Marker installed in Bethlehem<o:p></o:p></b></p><p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt; text-align: center;"><b> </b><b>Honors Judge Elisha Hurlbut</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><o:p> </o:p>Elisha Powell Hurlbut was highly influential in the Woman Suffrage
movement. His persuasive essay “Rights of Woman” was published in 1841 when he was
a young attorney working in New York City.
In 1847 he was appointed Judge of New York Supreme Court. That same year
he married Catherine Van Vechten, a daughter Teunis Van Vechten and Catherine
Gansevoort, both prominent Albany families.
The couple would go on to have four children together.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><o:p> </o:p>Due to his ill health, Hurlbut and his family moved to the
country. By the 1860 U.S. Census they were living in Bethlehem, just outside of
Albany on the River Road. Inspired by the landscape of his property, he called
his estate “Glenmont on the Hudson” originating the name of the modern-day
Bethlehem hamlet of Glenmont.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><o:p> </o:p>While living at Glenmont, Hurlbut continued to think and write
about the issues of his day including civil rights, religion and phrenology. His
life long interest in Woman Suffrage is indicated with his tenure on New York’s
State Suffrage Committee from 1880-1882, some 40 years after his essay was
published.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><o:p> </o:p>Judge Elisha Powell Hurlbut died in 1889 and is buried at Albany
Rural Cemetery.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><o:p> </o:p>Chris Philippo of the Bethlehem Historical Association was
instrumental in researching Hurlbut’s life and career. Working with Bethlehem Town Historian Susan
Leath, the pair were able to identify the exact location of Hurlbut’s former
estate. Philippo, on behalf of BHA,
applied for to the William C. Pomeroy Foundation for historic marker grant in
connection with the National Votes for Women Trail. The grant was approved and the new marker was
recently installed at the foot of Halter Road, the former drive up to the
Hurlbut mansion. It is at the corner with River Road in Bethlehem. </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; tab-stops: 45.8pt 91.6pt 137.4pt 183.2pt 229.0pt 274.8pt 320.6pt 366.4pt 412.2pt 458.0pt 503.8pt 549.6pt 595.4pt 641.2pt 687.0pt 732.8pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">******</p><p><br /></p><p>Read more about the Hurlbuts here: </p><p><a href="https://bethlehemnyhistory.blogspot.com/2021/03/our-towne-bethlehem-march-2021.html">https://bethlehemnyhistory.blogspot.com/2021/03/our-towne-bethlehem-march-2021.html</a><br /></p><p>Read more about the William C. Pomeroy Foundation here:</p><p><a href="https://www.wgpfoundation.org">https://www.wgpfoundation.org</a><br /></p><p>Read more about the National Votes for Women Trail here: </p><p><a href="https://ncwhs.org/votes-for-women-trail/">https://ncwhs.org/votes-for-women-trail/</a><br /></p><p></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-12889063109731000342022-03-29T09:56:00.000-07:002022-03-29T09:56:38.356-07:00The adventures of John Selkirk <p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgslV3U0rZcD_0KD8EkvLRfqfylp1CFcAN_K_NfP24P7Rzwc7Ffu8hJYPhDJKl9_AEelr8tqCl05Xdt-ntcwLshlGzhkjI_eoGLCc31ggzIHYbff2224T8o3GrYMFrFOJkFlFgZsAjYqap2BIZSYemzztSP886EJwkfdPmncMha3bTzG8Haj3FEZxX5/s4032/IMG_0637.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgslV3U0rZcD_0KD8EkvLRfqfylp1CFcAN_K_NfP24P7Rzwc7Ffu8hJYPhDJKl9_AEelr8tqCl05Xdt-ntcwLshlGzhkjI_eoGLCc31ggzIHYbff2224T8o3GrYMFrFOJkFlFgZsAjYqap2BIZSYemzztSP886EJwkfdPmncMha3bTzG8Haj3FEZxX5/w300-h400/IMG_0637.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turns out this clipping is from the September 3, 1931 issue of the <i>Knickerbocker News</i></td></tr></tbody></table><p>If any of you have spoken to me lately, you know I am currently obsessed with James Selkirk (Revolutionary War veteran, memoir writer, tailor, farmer) and his wife Elizabeth Henry (homemaker, mother of ten.)</p><p>I recently came across this newspaper clipping, an obituary for John Selkirk. What immediately caught my eye was the headline, <b>Once Custer Aid.</b> Then these phrases: "During his youth he prospected for gold. He abandoned this pursuit and enlisted in the Seventh U.S. Cavalry, which Custer commanded. He was mustered out before the battle of Little Big Horn... for many years he fought Indians in the west with Custer."</p><p>I was immediately reminded of the Niver brothers of Bethlehem (the hamlet of Selkirk to be exact), both of whom went West. One with the 7th Calvary - Custer's regiment - where he died at Little Big Horn. The other prospected for gold, had adventures in the Wild West, settled in Illinois and eventually returned to Bethlehem. </p><p>Take a minute to read my other blog posts related to these two:</p><p><a href="https://bethlehemnyhistory.blogspot.com/2021/02/our-town-bethlehem-february-2021-john-i.html">Bethlehem NY History: Our Town Bethlehem February 2021: John I and the Niver Brothers</a></p><p>(You can also look for my articles on John Eddy (aka Conrad Niver) who purchased the old Hurlbut estate.)</p><p>What are the chances that <u>two</u> young Bethlehem men served with Custer? More digging in the old newspapers turned up this notice for John Selkirk:</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgBkRcVCGnWYaqaN5sPBIMUunD-CNXq1v2Rytn_F3qoC9SzaK2DooSG3LoVknspPc94of7X01VEdAnd2TgNIqvPMMV_wez4vj6YuMJrA4yQU3YAxRgypP8C57B7dON0cG0Mzzv-WNgoh5FTI1Xr87UY5DOfO2Bn0j1BSSgZc7MeKISYBD36Tqx9Kd/s764/john%20selkirk%20obit%20TU%20sept%202%201931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="764" data-original-width="518" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgBkRcVCGnWYaqaN5sPBIMUunD-CNXq1v2Rytn_F3qoC9SzaK2DooSG3LoVknspPc94of7X01VEdAnd2TgNIqvPMMV_wez4vj6YuMJrA4yQU3YAxRgypP8C57B7dON0cG0Mzzv-WNgoh5FTI1Xr87UY5DOfO2Bn0j1BSSgZc7MeKISYBD36Tqx9Kd/w271-h400/john%20selkirk%20obit%20TU%20sept%202%201931.jpg" width="271" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Albany Times Union</i>, September 2, 1931 </td></tr></tbody></table><p>After noting the dramatic headline that implies that Selkirk survived Little Big Horn when he wasn't actually there, there is this "...the old soldier and Indian fighter heard taps. His life-long friend John Eddy of 732 Madison avenue, received the news last night." </p><p>Did you catch it? John Eddy (that is Conrad Niver - whose brother Garrett also served in the 7th Calvary) and John Selkirk were life-long friends. Serious historian chills here! </p><p>John Eddy, back when he was still Conrad Niver, and John Selkirk grew up in the 1850s and 60s in the area that is now the hamlet of Selkirk (it didn't officially get named until after the railroad came through in the 1870s). Both likely went to the District #2 one-room school, attended services at the First Reformed Church (both were baptized there), labored on their family farms and probably made their way to the Hudson River to fish. </p><p>And apparently, both went west to seek their fortune.</p><p>What is interesting is the only documentation I could find about John Selkirk's military service was from when he registered with the National Homes for Disabled Volunteer Soldiers. It says he enlisted at Albany on August 21, 1866 when he was 18 years old. He had grey eyes, auburn hair and a ruddy complexion. He was with the 7th Calvary, company L, and was discharged October 30, 1867 at Fort Reynolds. Colorado. </p><p>So far, so good. Until you start looking at those dates. He served with the 7th for 14 months. Custer took over the regiment on February 7, 1867. The battles at the Little Big Horn happened in June of 1876. </p><p>I couldn't find him in the 1870 U.S. Census, but I know he married his first wife Eliza Grimshaw in February 1870 and their daughter Eliza was born that November. The 1875 N.Y. Census has the family living in Coeymans. The 1880 U.S. Census catches them in Hoboken, New Jersey where John is a ferryman. The 1892 N.Y. Census has him back in Bethlehem where he remains until at least 1925. The 1930 census captures him at the home of his daughter Iola Jane - known as Jean - in Los Angles, California, where he died the next year. </p><p>So, I'm thinking that John Selkirk was out west from about 1866 to 1869/70. His friend John Eddy on the other hand, went west about 1870 and didn't return to Bethlehem until 1906. </p><p>What I am imagining is the two old friends reuniting, kicking back for some cocktails, and reminiscing about their adventures out west. The stories probably grew and grew the more they were told. I know that John Eddy often spoke of said adventures (ask me about his two dueling obituaries from when he died in 1935, one focuses on his Wild West adventures, the other emphasizes the fine upstanding man he became.)</p><p>And I must say, that the Selkirks seem to have produced many an adventurer besides John. James Selkirk, John's grandfather, wrote a memoir of his Revolutionary War service that is pretty harrowing in places (except for the long boring marches - like the one from Rhode Island to New York). Even before that, James showed a sense of adventure when he boarded the <i>Gale </i>in 1774 when he was about 17 years old to travel from Scotland to New York. </p><p>One of James' sons, William, went west to Matagorda, Texas (Google the history of Selkirk Island for an interesting read. William was one of Stephen Austin's original settlers). </p><p>And then there is Alexander Selkirk, the buccaneer who sailed for gold and adventure in 1703 and got marooned on a deserted island. His adventures inspired Daniel Defoe's book <i>Robinson Crusoe.</i> I seem to remember that he is an ancestor of our James Selkirk. </p><p>And to conclude todays journey with the boisterous Selkirks, I leave you with this newspaper clipping from October 3, 1880 in the <i>Albany Morning Express </i>where John Selkirk got rowdy at Henry Redderson's saloon. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6KgjN7HR8Rfy9tbuSP5UEvOLOvVb9egZQnIs8R9eG2i60Lho2M_vFmHsH9wHuh2XKgReUklD_ypGspPhv-_ZjTc1mkjj1NocGv_HKOBAFQpbiQtyrEVZEQht1IAzEYznZHXUtsU5ZdWYc9jPCk8zQeRsBSkTdsgyNWELI-WM9MCd-pCxwmRkM7MGe/s463/selkirk%20brawl%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="454" data-original-width="463" height="393" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6KgjN7HR8Rfy9tbuSP5UEvOLOvVb9egZQnIs8R9eG2i60Lho2M_vFmHsH9wHuh2XKgReUklD_ypGspPhv-_ZjTc1mkjj1NocGv_HKOBAFQpbiQtyrEVZEQht1IAzEYznZHXUtsU5ZdWYc9jPCk8zQeRsBSkTdsgyNWELI-WM9MCd-pCxwmRkM7MGe/w400-h393/selkirk%20brawl%20(2).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>I should note that I am pretty confident this is the right John Selkirk - there is however a younger cousin also named John Selkirk. I am amused to think that my John, about age 32 in 1880, who was a Hudson River pilot and ferryman besides a wild west adventurer, was taking a break from his work aboard ship, came ashore to the saloon, got all angry about being short changed, then went back to smash up the place. </p><p>*************************</p><p>And a PS if you've gotten all the way to the end of this post, I am on the hunt for any and all documentation, old photos, old letters, etc in regards to James and Elizabeth Selkirk and their descendants. Please shoot me an email if you've got a family connection! sleath@townofbethlehem.org</p><p></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-25036147876339765772022-03-01T08:58:00.000-08:002022-03-01T08:58:32.311-08:00Remembering Tom, Harr, Robin, Jack, Prins, Dien, Cato and Saar<p> Per usual, I am late to the party for Black History Month. Or any other history month for that matter - look for my Woman's History Month post in April or May ;)</p><p>Today, while searching for something completely different, I came across this typed up record of Tobias Ten Eyck's last will and testament recorded March 7, 1792.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjL-ZvzeU1AtnK1-2PUy8qUd-EYPMCXS3nLMR9qDG48m09Tze4JIcEO7mZuvRmmcktleqbIYKUmfl2Rb5uWNb7vgxSdY4WDI-UGBGME2EHpwDi4QeeDqJ7_IzpHo2WqIAjrgYWUuS2maK0MXjVNcYTo5XOPbI0peHo_GUQyfODsLPr35Qom3abJ2wlW=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjL-ZvzeU1AtnK1-2PUy8qUd-EYPMCXS3nLMR9qDG48m09Tze4JIcEO7mZuvRmmcktleqbIYKUmfl2Rb5uWNb7vgxSdY4WDI-UGBGME2EHpwDi4QeeDqJ7_IzpHo2WqIAjrgYWUuS2maK0MXjVNcYTo5XOPbI0peHo_GUQyfODsLPr35Qom3abJ2wlW=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>It is not really Bethlehem and the land referenced appears to be in the modern day town of Coeymans. I don't know where the Cripple Bush Land was or the Narkens Vacten Lot. I do have a vague idea of where the Coeymans Patent was. And I do enjoy the reference to the stake in a mudhole and the two rocks near the white oak. </p><p>What really caught my eye, were the bequeaths of his slaves. Yup, his slaves. Eight of them</p><p>So, here at the tail end of Black History Month 2022, I would like to acknowledge the lives of these individuals and wonder about their trials and tribulations as enslaved people in Albany County, the Manor of Rensselerwyck and the soon to be created town of Bethlehem. </p><p>Tom</p><p>Harr</p><p>Robin</p><p>Jack</p><p>Prins</p><p>Dien</p><p>Cato</p><p>Saar</p><p><br /></p>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-24518182052270067172022-02-18T09:58:00.000-08:002022-02-18T09:58:20.429-08:00The Niver-Strumpf House & The Jericho Drive In<p>Last year, the Bethlehem Historical Association highlighted all of Bethlehem's individual National Register listings. There are 12 of them, hop over to their website for the full list. </p><p><a href="https://bethlehemhistorical.org/bethlehem-properties-on-the-national-register" target="_blank">https://bethlehemhistorical.org/bethlehem-properties-on-the-national-register</a><br /></p><p>This post highlights two sites that were recently deemed <u>eligible</u> for listing on the National Register. This means that while their owners have not gone through the process of actually listing them, SHPO has evaluated them and determined that they are <u>qualified</u> to be listed. (SHPO is the State Historic Preservation Office)</p><p>The first is 977 US 9W, locally known as the Niver-Strumpf House. It is recognized under item C in the Criteria for Inclusion on the National Register, which says that the house: </p><p><i>Embodies the distinctive characteristics of a type, period or method of construction; or represents the work of a master; or possesses high artistic values; or represents a significant and distinguishable entity whose components may lack individual distinction.</i></p><p>In layman's terms, the house has great architecture.</p><p>Here's how the Resource Evaluation describes it:</p><p>The House at 977 Route 9W is eligible for listing on the National Register of Historic Places under Criterion C in the area of Architecture as an example of late-19th century transitional domestic architecture characterized by a cross-gabled form and side entrance, and blending the earlier Picturesque mantra of architects such as Downing with newer design themes characteristic of the Late Victorian period, highlighted by the Queen Anne style. The house and its associated carriage house outbuilding incorporate vernacular designs elements of the Carpenter Gothic and Stick-Eastlake styles. The house retains the squared/chamfered porch posts of the Italianate style despite lathe-turned posts and spindle friezes becoming increasingly popular at the time of its circa 1880 construction.</p><p>For those of us who like to keep it simple, I'd say it is a great old Queen Anne Victorian.</p><p>I know this house as the Niver-Strumpf house. I've mentioned the Niver family here before, especially brothers Conrad and Garret. Eugene Niver is their brother who, with his wife Castella, had this house built about 1887. Members of the Niver family lived here until it was sold by Allan Niver, son of Castella & Eugene, to Edna and Herbert Strumpf in 1952. It is still owned by the Strumpf family.</p><p>And a side note about Edna and Herbert Strumpf, I met them years ago as they were active with the Bethlehem Historical Association. Both were nurses during World War II. Pop over to FindAGrave for their excellent obituaries:</p><p><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/167911455/herbert-strumpf" target="_blank">https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/167911455/herbert-strumpf</a><br /></p><p><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/167911574/edna-e-strumpf" target="_blank">https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/167911574/edna-e-strumpf</a><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYdxzWNuc07CwqNcMfJa4Xj7-F_WiOUDJhXUpTQ0MOyAWU-FAZQaeRO6cJtGMdJRGaklg7N-C38Bhh3txh5A2r455FYynSYjq5703u-E0_YkhI1yFLs21xo2GrTOBOB2Bx_dQ4lV3g3O4g4c9FQN9yy69eOsCw37uHbGu1IsXHf-SL_0yDZx3gQqF7=s3488" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2152" data-original-width="3488" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYdxzWNuc07CwqNcMfJa4Xj7-F_WiOUDJhXUpTQ0MOyAWU-FAZQaeRO6cJtGMdJRGaklg7N-C38Bhh3txh5A2r455FYynSYjq5703u-E0_YkhI1yFLs21xo2GrTOBOB2Bx_dQ4lV3g3O4g4c9FQN9yy69eOsCw37uHbGu1IsXHf-SL_0yDZx3gQqF7=w400-h246" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Niver-Strumpf house about 1945</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7qX2DTWHuvcwiGL6KoOK6a0BgnEt7M8OJV_0EDkSR8SVd2EUS9tDOLC06f_CeATLEvFfDFHYXkU-AIyEMXz8rCUBUkJCbYuRQNUb7HvJl_-kfkW9FjQT6C5_mcU6pEPSqJPRA5kJuFXrvC9WFLscFpO4uKtl5exWEtzHg5p9hn2Tzeo6_b1XoYVkt=s3484" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3484" data-original-width="2145" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi7qX2DTWHuvcwiGL6KoOK6a0BgnEt7M8OJV_0EDkSR8SVd2EUS9tDOLC06f_CeATLEvFfDFHYXkU-AIyEMXz8rCUBUkJCbYuRQNUb7HvJl_-kfkW9FjQT6C5_mcU6pEPSqJPRA5kJuFXrvC9WFLscFpO4uKtl5exWEtzHg5p9hn2Tzeo6_b1XoYVkt=w246-h400" width="246" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Judy Sutherland and her grandparents Castella and Eugene Niver about 1945. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>The second property deemed eligible is the Jericho Drive In. This one comes in under Criterion A: <i>Associated with events that have made a significant contribution to the broad patterns in our history.</i></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJzbT9qIxzWQodYwX1WdEc8oSG6XxYrBdni1SbwidCW0za4f3ehDZDkGOEfP3ar4uQOdbYEntZa90V-bUY7CteNcS6beUAVzy8VkgzeD1oBE2Mo4dM6Yde9-5huZwt780WspBuizCCSLzoTz1TGiN7prUSaQ3F8Bwj7o5hBqm40pes5vNIHFhNsFdl=s1336" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="606" data-original-width="1336" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJzbT9qIxzWQodYwX1WdEc8oSG6XxYrBdni1SbwidCW0za4f3ehDZDkGOEfP3ar4uQOdbYEntZa90V-bUY7CteNcS6beUAVzy8VkgzeD1oBE2Mo4dM6Yde9-5huZwt780WspBuizCCSLzoTz1TGiN7prUSaQ3F8Bwj7o5hBqm40pes5vNIHFhNsFdl=w400-h181" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a screen shot of their website home page.<br />https://www.jerichodrive-in.com/</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Here's the first paragraph of the description from the Resource Evaluation form: </p><p>The Jericho Drive-In is eligible for listing on the National Register of Historic Places under Criterion A in the area of recreation as as surviving example of a mid-twentieth century drive in movie theatre - an increasingly rare resource type. Character defining features of the Jericho Drive-In that remain extant include neon letterboard sign, flat roof concrete concessions stand and projector booth, speaker posts (though speakers are no longer extant) and large screen tower. Additional research would likely provide further information in support of the Criterion A argument including date of construction, specific dates of alteration, and possible information such as opening showing and related dates. </p><p>(The second paragraph is a long one about the general history of drive-ins)</p><p>Here's a clip from the June 14, 1957 Ravena News Herald about the grand opening of the Jericho Drive-In</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqRGvn1MYbw-UboAzUpY12HSSKZxONDFAr9LX9t6QttGsi7sLJZIdY5FmBU6WUxe8vV-2LJCwRvk0R1GsL8bmRxl5ZTRdgUmBtplzNK5puiX_09QVz6tLvgwxkNuOMktjY_jgkJnzsRtBJ73b7aa_wevyLmO40lQiOCwkzOjkLgt8_BGynbdD1yt48=s546" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="546" data-original-width="283" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqRGvn1MYbw-UboAzUpY12HSSKZxONDFAr9LX9t6QttGsi7sLJZIdY5FmBU6WUxe8vV-2LJCwRvk0R1GsL8bmRxl5ZTRdgUmBtplzNK5puiX_09QVz6tLvgwxkNuOMktjY_jgkJnzsRtBJ73b7aa_wevyLmO40lQiOCwkzOjkLgt8_BGynbdD1yt48=w332-h640" width="332" /></a></div><br /><p>Here's a fun ad from the May 8, 1959 News Herald showing three drive-ins in a row along Route 9W: Jericho (9W, four miles south of Albany), Albano's (9W Ravena) and Hi-Way (9W Coxsackie).</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilmaP4WrmPIxBcwTqwdqbh7T8USrNuyww8kfcHWzVasHnnQwNIIJCd0YoaViIkxKuydTwGDBViZnLki6NRV_5qtvsh9MdCV_lyya5uhXSY8kA5aCtX9oEAsRR_YKInUisx23SRg-K7cTrCmlXBNckpqBNuX4s3s7iIhp_dnTMtPFZsjDr-R2ZnpZf9=s531" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="256" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilmaP4WrmPIxBcwTqwdqbh7T8USrNuyww8kfcHWzVasHnnQwNIIJCd0YoaViIkxKuydTwGDBViZnLki6NRV_5qtvsh9MdCV_lyya5uhXSY8kA5aCtX9oEAsRR_YKInUisx23SRg-K7cTrCmlXBNckpqBNuX4s3s7iIhp_dnTMtPFZsjDr-R2ZnpZf9=w308-h640" width="308" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And finally, if we are being honest here, the news that the Jericho Drive-In is now eligible for listing on the National Register of Historic Places thrilled the historian in me. But what I am really excited about is the news that the Twist Ice Cream Shoppe is now open. Love me some soft serve, even if it is February!<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDy4fqFwHvHYpRwjrWJwWkp_iekOfffzOBeza9NcIIOVRDcsZWeaH2T9oi_yqdToI9f_ENSOfExNUsKQip7mXBJtzWH1-UhMUx5XRsbTrojRhaXqxDvnxUxkLo1FhD3msnXlBlZuMSdcTV3GK-FafwdHNRNUQepQOhEEIir5AegNDqpy6PQlWWQFEa=s1077" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1077" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDy4fqFwHvHYpRwjrWJwWkp_iekOfffzOBeza9NcIIOVRDcsZWeaH2T9oi_yqdToI9f_ENSOfExNUsKQip7mXBJtzWH1-UhMUx5XRsbTrojRhaXqxDvnxUxkLo1FhD3msnXlBlZuMSdcTV3GK-FafwdHNRNUQepQOhEEIir5AegNDqpy6PQlWWQFEa=s320" width="223" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-49209070140227090972022-02-03T09:26:00.000-08:002022-02-03T09:26:53.426-08:00Local History connections in Syracuse<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTrfLLlIZohJxYJZKG7Mq7Xab3naqwWhGIhuwNkJJUAdWZsENiNfS1xYm6YOycj0DvpOGLT8xei82kbReZJqHkjIkxruuUmBQngminY94hMe7tkv6VgpCiDSoUFZayWSwbZORgWumui5KybCSB6dGiwSyIJynoU8Nn9BfMn9aWDHGxBkbqjo6-TZ0Z=s400" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTrfLLlIZohJxYJZKG7Mq7Xab3naqwWhGIhuwNkJJUAdWZsENiNfS1xYm6YOycj0DvpOGLT8xei82kbReZJqHkjIkxruuUmBQngminY94hMe7tkv6VgpCiDSoUFZayWSwbZORgWumui5KybCSB6dGiwSyIJynoU8Nn9BfMn9aWDHGxBkbqjo6-TZ0Z=s320" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><div><br /><span style="box-sizing: inherit;"><br /></span></div><div>I had a nice local history moment during a recent visit to the Great Law of Peace Center in Syracuse. What is this place you ask? Let me just quote from their website <a href="https://www.skanonhcenter.org/" target="_blank">https://www.skanonhcenter.org/</a>:</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: 16px;">The Skä•noñh – </span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 16px;">Great Law of Peace Center is a Haudenosaunee (Iroquois) Heritage Center focused on telling the story of the native peoples of central New York. The history is told through the lens of the </span><a href="http://www.onondaganation.org/" style="box-sizing: inherit; color: #2a9ed4; cursor: pointer; font-family: arial; font-size: 16px;">Onondaga Nation</a><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 16px;"> and covers topics such as Creation, European Contact, The Great Law of Peace, and more. The Onondagas, or People of the Hills, are the keepers of the Central Fire and are the spiritual and political center of the Haudenosaunee.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial;"><br style="box-sizing: inherit; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Skä•noñh, is an Onondaga welcoming greeting meaning “Peace and Wellness.”</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>While the Husband and I enjoyed all of the exhibits, the item that caught my eye was in the European Contact section. The Two Rows Wampum. Let me just put in a picture of the text instead of trying to paraphrase - hope you can read it,</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjX9xpUzcmAt5qr3IFTYjrwInqmPRXPzgrZd9QqxPgp5aMo7_qogTyAoViU2N7nsNkUH9rpJIlywWl7l2b2hIytog0D4cMdFpW3oie-FuddtxObeDrj-kdnWWq-dIZICgxIUm-wOKHflnjAD6G6fUhtEgnjtLvWzkqgjd-7gpWSCt8_g7u4HV3nrxRj=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1549" data-original-width="4032" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjX9xpUzcmAt5qr3IFTYjrwInqmPRXPzgrZd9QqxPgp5aMo7_qogTyAoViU2N7nsNkUH9rpJIlywWl7l2b2hIytog0D4cMdFpW3oie-FuddtxObeDrj-kdnWWq-dIZICgxIUm-wOKHflnjAD6G6fUhtEgnjtLvWzkqgjd-7gpWSCt8_g7u4HV3nrxRj=w400-h154" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNsVoIKOsKENTJUaDOjxjtR1eURO4snVUbADGmoyKkvPs-__HNpl1eyWSJxr7QkkvsqbqWpmyG-xIwVVXADXVerfQxYwtBXvXyOsjmdDhxaytR3uGxX2we41-IzpIAQf4138AgtrID-JUkueZlqmBiOzLVB90kEW1tv7qpTKr_yN4dN6Uz-gzNLd2Y=s2865" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2764" data-original-width="2865" height="618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNsVoIKOsKENTJUaDOjxjtR1eURO4snVUbADGmoyKkvPs-__HNpl1eyWSJxr7QkkvsqbqWpmyG-xIwVVXADXVerfQxYwtBXvXyOsjmdDhxaytR3uGxX2we41-IzpIAQf4138AgtrID-JUkueZlqmBiOzLVB90kEW1tv7qpTKr_yN4dN6Uz-gzNLd2Y=w640-h618" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></blockquote></div>Did you catch where the agreement between the Mohawk and the Dutch traders was signed? South of present day Albany. You know where that is? Bethlehem. Specifically, this meeting is said to have happened on the banks of the river we know as the Normans Kill. Other names for the creek are Petanock, Secktanock and Tawasentha. <br /><div><br /></div><div>So, while learning history from a distinctly Native perspective, I had a little Bethlehem history moment. Nice.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also at the Center is the impactful, and perhaps not so nice, exhibit "Tonto Revisited: Native American Stereotypes." It is a room packed full of "Indian Kitch" and wow is it something. Appalling is the word that comes to mind. As the description on the website says, "On their own, these items can seem harmless, however, when put together, the destructive nature of the imagery is apparent." And I would add the word <i>powerful</i>. I'll never again look at this bag of corn meal the same. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3zq5YEIT_fdb8o3m6rdb6jo4ub5dGzg3GaehiLmHWX8YlPss6rYlAM6blGgXHql9SqsnbEUgraTYbsgL-gu29NjsjMWPcAg4z8IxrA1tGDj-chttebUZlWP_sEwiBETUPx96Pr65Q_pfT1zb6YYVkGP0rgGJGofxmwOcdsekKkAbYQB4mL3ogmc1Z=s3024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg3zq5YEIT_fdb8o3m6rdb6jo4ub5dGzg3GaehiLmHWX8YlPss6rYlAM6blGgXHql9SqsnbEUgraTYbsgL-gu29NjsjMWPcAg4z8IxrA1tGDj-chttebUZlWP_sEwiBETUPx96Pr65Q_pfT1zb6YYVkGP0rgGJGofxmwOcdsekKkAbYQB4mL3ogmc1Z=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>On a lighter note, of course our visit to Syracuse included a stop at the Erie Canal museum, which was pretty cool. Literally, it was freezing outside that day. I think I got excited because the car thermometer indicated it got to 5 degrees! Anyway, inside the museum, I enjoyed learning more about the Erie Canal, especially going through an actual canal boat and reading about passenger experiences in their actual journals. Upstairs were some fun installations that recreated historic Syracuse places including a general store, limestone quarry and, the Husband's favorite, a local bar. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh11riTO_cCEFkpRXFURkWvWN41XgZLpnvOsmGGKSjvnq7HkZoAni_TuKa-zochK1VLkTM9rLVoyuBM0UtDDBuKjB9THwY86tDklxLeGKs_tt4ANvzIYlVdI801oZk9Txqa9R94o6cdrxbMxQOIn5vrIU8ZhQyIEWBUSsp5A9oVz9cTgrvgZTEHRegu=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh11riTO_cCEFkpRXFURkWvWN41XgZLpnvOsmGGKSjvnq7HkZoAni_TuKa-zochK1VLkTM9rLVoyuBM0UtDDBuKjB9THwY86tDklxLeGKs_tt4ANvzIYlVdI801oZk9Txqa9R94o6cdrxbMxQOIn5vrIU8ZhQyIEWBUSsp5A9oVz9cTgrvgZTEHRegu=w240-h320" width="240" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPflK7RR8Sww3TNxhnWK4p9Eosrn_Xppez1iJ_2uZJ97pNfPI5YBv3mOhunsT5IuDabQU1fdsfJ45ElrNd7EcPGN38mVVxLKhfvWFxoMdJfPOp_eOjIFJCd5RVDB_7Z2c94K2iNwL-Yo1rUsCxa61hjzih530WpEiuHUNq--KGXYl9eqguCrh9OfXU=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPflK7RR8Sww3TNxhnWK4p9Eosrn_Xppez1iJ_2uZJ97pNfPI5YBv3mOhunsT5IuDabQU1fdsfJ45ElrNd7EcPGN38mVVxLKhfvWFxoMdJfPOp_eOjIFJCd5RVDB_7Z2c94K2iNwL-Yo1rUsCxa61hjzih530WpEiuHUNq--KGXYl9eqguCrh9OfXU=s320" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>If you travel to Syracuse, we had a lovely brunch/lunch at Oh My Darling, and a fun time that evening with family at Coleman's Irish Pub.<div><br /></div>Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6433205664324646866.post-24510608512555065572022-01-07T13:34:00.000-08:002022-01-07T13:34:42.519-08:00Donkey Basketball<p>Who would have thought I would be having deep thoughts about Donkey Basketball on this winter afternoon?</p><p>It all started when Tom McHugh, a professional photographer whose images were published in the <i>Spotlight </i>and <i>Times Union</i> in the 1970s, sent me a batch of photos he had created. Included were a group from a donkey basketball game at Bethlehem High School. </p><p>At first I smiled, remembering such games from back when I was in high school in the late 1970s in Rhode Island. They were fun, we laughed at the players and the absurdity of stubborn donkeys playing basketball. Then, my modern, 21st century sensibilities started up and all I could think was "Oh, those poor donkeys! What were we thinking?"</p><p>This is a tough one folks. Google around and you will see animal cruelty activists having their say as well as modern donkey basketball operations assuring that their highly trained donkeys are fed and watered properly, indeed, even pampered. And that the donkeys truly enjoy their job of entertaining people. </p><p>I was struck by some basic donkey facts like a well cared for one can carry up to 50% of their body weight (an average, healthy donkey is about 365 pounds, so half that is about 182). And one site noted that donkeys are much stronger than humans. You can't drag them anywhere they don't want to go, despite what looks like a lot of pulling in these pictures.</p><p>My take? I enjoyed the nostalgia of these photos and wondered about the crazy things we used to do. But you know, I'm glad we don't have donkey basketball games around here anymore. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjS0ZvvN4BTR-_pFfcik_sIBsZEH0-l0ssWlCKQBro5qQaijtKNuBMULk8KEYC09H6jO4sqhEG8KJpA89ck_2u55mL09feTIAmgqMSbf5I3KOWhzqwEQ0Hvr_5bW-qreCtFVz_Eu3qdjUXqnVdEZojvKYk5_gfTV0vibmXOowqG6Py8fx3oQwZ1YslF=s4544" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3104" data-original-width="4544" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjS0ZvvN4BTR-_pFfcik_sIBsZEH0-l0ssWlCKQBro5qQaijtKNuBMULk8KEYC09H6jO4sqhEG8KJpA89ck_2u55mL09feTIAmgqMSbf5I3KOWhzqwEQ0Hvr_5bW-qreCtFVz_Eu3qdjUXqnVdEZojvKYk5_gfTV0vibmXOowqG6Py8fx3oQwZ1YslF=w400-h274" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMxg39yc_quApRvTpgR56i4akz4zfxjtOEpTRTziC8JyroOr2NMJQRxFnUnSHvwyNIFlLypC09owKspAMPAMUDOq3588bs9BG7v8sF866yj9GgsLQn0NbqOGLrR8VqMGs8oZH6F0CIB4TbVii8li2iUyTnlDXpVCjHCM6RTTgmLDy08D8Z5203pZ5m=s4544" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4544" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgMxg39yc_quApRvTpgR56i4akz4zfxjtOEpTRTziC8JyroOr2NMJQRxFnUnSHvwyNIFlLypC09owKspAMPAMUDOq3588bs9BG7v8sF866yj9GgsLQn0NbqOGLrR8VqMGs8oZH6F0CIB4TbVii8li2iUyTnlDXpVCjHCM6RTTgmLDy08D8Z5203pZ5m=w400-h266" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_YjVsfRfEgDHFzpra8Mh8eZz_y_f5qkvKpqR2NHZi_L-lGGIjY58If2Bj0NykzSAfGVtOxFI0QmzJ9tkrdQ1d-YoRInVIX514M8ZBQV5Zzspu_NMHoZpLB-69Ohyb8jTEs49CnewWmhMvztoNwQqbNpt82dxiQHVF6rclsw20jykYTn2gxnwfpO9Y=s4368" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3040" data-original-width="4368" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_YjVsfRfEgDHFzpra8Mh8eZz_y_f5qkvKpqR2NHZi_L-lGGIjY58If2Bj0NykzSAfGVtOxFI0QmzJ9tkrdQ1d-YoRInVIX514M8ZBQV5Zzspu_NMHoZpLB-69Ohyb8jTEs49CnewWmhMvztoNwQqbNpt82dxiQHVF6rclsw20jykYTn2gxnwfpO9Y=w400-h279" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-sNAiJORLA_7FEbJahxbrQA8DaCittHnTY5nmQ61pUaPnjb48JnK2UN2f6ghBPjsZFty3cOuYxlMtIEQJuLl2zaSbi20FfdcKXKAtN_ga4FjQYlp7-LNkJ2lJezIHz9aPmXpmLbJMieJMeF-p7_UJ1svexB7TP3qcvMbGoIMU1CBIP2vQKK6nznb8=s4432" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><img border="0" data-original-height="2992" data-original-width="4432" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh-sNAiJORLA_7FEbJahxbrQA8DaCittHnTY5nmQ61pUaPnjb48JnK2UN2f6ghBPjsZFty3cOuYxlMtIEQJuLl2zaSbi20FfdcKXKAtN_ga4FjQYlp7-LNkJ2lJezIHz9aPmXpmLbJMieJMeF-p7_UJ1svexB7TP3qcvMbGoIMU1CBIP2vQKK6nznb8=w400-h270" width="400" /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjyduuU1QgVG2v4lLG_jT7EC0mliqNOBhpKbrKcY9a145CA17AfCaxNJ22gceRu9YWHaLbAtb37296A6CJu1Rp1u1Ebwxg0tPkXrxruJukg4Sy6pGSsEUrYz5O5-WhT8DY0Ut261Yas2I8fCjed2yZljDBFIdr5NTGzBRGTfWmmoUYepr957P_rABED=s2850" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2850" data-original-width="1229" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjyduuU1QgVG2v4lLG_jT7EC0mliqNOBhpKbrKcY9a145CA17AfCaxNJ22gceRu9YWHaLbAtb37296A6CJu1Rp1u1Ebwxg0tPkXrxruJukg4Sy6pGSsEUrYz5O5-WhT8DY0Ut261Yas2I8fCjed2yZljDBFIdr5NTGzBRGTfWmmoUYepr957P_rABED=w173-h400" width="173" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>And in case you are curious, donkey basketball became a thing in the 1930s. Below is a clip from the Ravena News Herald from December 18, 1936. The first paragraph reads:</div><div><br /></div><div>The donkey basketball game drew a crowd of fans to the high school on Tuesday and they had a great many hearty laughs. The antics of some of the local business men trying to handle the donkeys and play ball too, was a laugh feast. The score was 8 to 14 in favor of the "Never Washers," captained by Max Horelly on "Kate Smith." Albano, astride "Jean Harlow" was captain of the Dirty Faces."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2Ezjby5zsC8htwXUf7wL4A6nRNhmJMxMQsloHt1K00fkv89N_mcjcLMcWnw5y-27v3L3qzOH9QUzjx1dPZ2iIFPDY1rJ1bHFe8lM4W5cyDRG5TIzttAoQFz3XD4iifJ8_TiNbGGDuqczqB16_y1NozcZzgU9mEop9FS0F14ESkpPDUV3OsAVzX8yJ=s519" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="185" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh2Ezjby5zsC8htwXUf7wL4A6nRNhmJMxMQsloHt1K00fkv89N_mcjcLMcWnw5y-27v3L3qzOH9QUzjx1dPZ2iIFPDY1rJ1bHFe8lM4W5cyDRG5TIzttAoQFz3XD4iifJ8_TiNbGGDuqczqB16_y1NozcZzgU9mEop9FS0F14ESkpPDUV3OsAVzX8yJ=w229-h640" width="229" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><br />Susan Leathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13157201301506079611noreply@blogger.com0