Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1918-06-27
After Thirty Years
lIr para hoo Friends.

To Our Baraboo Friends:
After an absence of thirty years
we are again at the home Of our child
hood Arriving at the depot we look
around for familiar spots. The depot,
the railroad track, the Baraboo river,
the old dam, the two bridges, the
courthouse square, the lake and the
bluffs seem to be just about where
they belong.
There is one spot that conforms to
my boyhood memory with the least
change than any other. 1t is the old
D. K Noyes brick house on First and
Ash streets, with the road winding
down the hill below it. like to stand
and look at the house and the road.
The one place that is nearer and
dearer to me than any other spot on
earth is the old home of the Gran
dalls, now the home of my aunt, Mrs.
Kittie Crandall Train, and my brother,
Morris c. Crandall. This place, way
back in the years gone by, used to be
located by saying that sit was east Of
town, on the road to the fair grounds"
1t now answers to the more dignifed
designation of "727 Eighth street" AS
viewed from the standpoint of per-
son who has spent many years in
western Washington, the old Crandall
home has changed but very little, al
though it's surroundings have. changed
very much. Conspicuous for it's alb
sence is the old home of Mrs. Peck,
with it's screeching, but beautiful, pea
fowls, and the Peck forest, which ex-
tended along the south side of the
Eighth street road.
The fine homes, with the green, we'll
kept lawns, and the stately elms, with
their long, graceful branches extend
ing outward until they meet over the
avenues, is an Improvement in the
work Of art and nature that makes
Baraboo a beautiful city.
Where are the boys and girls that
we used to play with I have met
few of them, but their hairs, where
they have any, have been changed in
color by something other than the pop
ular hydrogen peroxide process. ] am
mighty glad to see these old boys and
girls, and there are many more that /
would like to see, but they-they don't
seem to be here.
Last Sunday a little tot of boy
mounted the platform in Children's
Day exercises, and sang little song.
7 cd loo+ hi n
mother, the sainted Mrs. Prouty, used
to be my Sunday-schOol teacher in
this same Sunday-school, more than
forty years ago. l would like to men
ton many names and many incidents,
but space forbids.
1t will be remembered that there
were no horseless carriages thirty
years ago. There were many fine
horses, and we took great pride in
them; but travelling over the then.
sandy roads by horsepower was slow
in comparison to the improved meth
DDS of today. Thanks to the courtesy
of Cousin Hugo Langdon, Mrs. Herb
ert Grubb and our genial editor, Mr..
miles of country roads, and have seen
many points of interest. My wife and
daughters have formed some favora-
BILE impressions of the scenery and
people in and around Baraboo.
We have ben royalty entertained,
and should any Barabooites visit
southwest Washington, we will show
them our big bridge across our big
Columbia river, our big ship building
plants, our thousands of soldiers and
our famous prune orchards.
DAY E. CRANDALL.
Vancouver, Wash.
Editors Note: The writer of the
above, his cultured wife and charming