Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1904-06-30
EAST RANDOLPH.
The late c. ]. Green.


Clarence Jerome Green, son of John and
Harriet Osgood Green, was born at East
Randolph, VT, May 20, 1854. He was the
youngest Of six brothers, three of whom
survive Edward OF Royalton, Francis Of
East Bethel and Edwin OF Randolph. The
eldest brother, Harvey, died in early man
hood, and Edwards twin EDWIN at the
age of seven.
Two years after the birth of Clarence.
Abbie, now Mrs. E. J. Prince OF South
Randolph, an only sister, was born.
/ When Clarence was one year of age the
| family moved to the south part of the
| town into what was then known as the
| Cogswell neighborhood. just a little of
the stage road beyond the Cogswell bridge
stood the childhood home. From thence
in the early SOS a barefoot schoolboy, his
dinner pail in hand, be trudged upstream
a mile TO what was then the gainesville
schoolhouse. In the morning walk he
was joined by his brothers and sister and
Others on the way. A merry group it was
that thus arrived each morn an hour
ahead Of time.
On Monday morn early in May of so,
when the grass was green and dandelions
IN freshest bloom, a group Of little boys
were let out to play on their first day at
school One among these was Cantie
Green; the writer was another. On the
10Th Of June, 1901, as years later, on almost
the selfsame spot, two or three of those
same little boys stood to pay their last re-
spects to their lifelong and now lamented
friend. II was at the home of E. j. Prince,
where Clarence had lived for eight years.
Standing around in reverent attitudes we're
Others, neighbors, schoolmates, friends, a
goodly number, testifying to the worth of
the departed. He who had gone had been
true son of a beautiful valley. All his
life had been passed by the winding
stream. Seldom, il ever, bad he lain down
to rest beyond the shadow Of his native
hills.
Cantie was always popular among the
boys at school, ever foremost in their
games, with spirit of merriment and
quaint humor all his own. Whether fish
ing for redfins in the schoolhouse brook
or sliding down the sandbanks of old
Bunker, the boy life was indeed a happy
one. So his life passed on into youth, but
Just as manhood was approaching there
came upon him great and painful aftiic-
tion, taking him quite to the brink of the
grave and rendering him incapable ever
after OF shouldering family cares or enter
ing upon the more sturdy pursuits OF a
vigorous manhood. He bore his sufferings
heroically and, after emerging with GRIP
pied limb, kept about with his old cheer
ful demeanor, never complaining, though
realizing his intirmity. He performed
such work as his condition permitted, and
for many years had driven freight team
from South Randolph 70 Royalton for his
brother in-iaw.
In all his fifty years be had made no
enemies Everyone felt kindly toward
Cantie Greene, for il was by this name be
had been known from childhood. He
was very fond Of children, capable OF
understanding them and meeting them
on their own ground. Thus he lived over
again his own childhood. His great
love for his nephew and namesake, the
son OF his sister, was known TO all. Dur
ing bis years Of feebleness his brothers
and sister had shared with him the pro-
ceeds of their stronger labor. According
to their united testimony they were
amply repaid. He was great comfort
to his sister, who was ever true and faith
tul to him and now so deeply mourns
his loss. The family all feel that his
life was Of more value to them than
had he been strong and well.
Glare ice made no public profession OF
religion but his life was governed by
principles OF common sense, morality and
kindness OF heart. In his love OF children,
his patience in suffering, his clean and
wholesome life there was much of UNI
CONSCIOUS Christianity. There was moth
ing coarse in his nature. No profanity or
low-lived jesting tainted his life
he sleeps amid the green hill ranges,
While ne murmuring waters dow
Down the valley Of his childhood
Up and down the travellers 80.
Half century in the valley
Clarence passed his nights and days,
Dearly loved the childreu's voices
Ard the old familiar ways
NOW the spirit Of the valley
Calls 20 rest cherished son.
Tranquil lies he in the cleaning
And the weary day Is done.