The Medina sentinel. [volume] (Medina, Ohio) 1888-1961, 1919-03-07

the Maheffy place.
Quite a number of our Odd Fellows
attended the funeral of their brother,
G. E. Mahn, at Strongsville last Thurs
day. Tho a member here, he had not
attended very often as he was away
from home so much.
Wanda Tope went to Freeport to
live with her mother, who was caring
for her two children.
Will Bailey and family have moved
hack from Medina on the Bennett
farm, to work it for Mr.. VanRensel-
lar.
Will Rohde and family are staying
a few days here at his fathers, be-
fore starting on their trip to their new
home in Baltimore, Md.
Edward C. Gibbs has written the
following interesting letter from over
seas to his aunt, Mrs. Anna Root:
Mouzillon, June 26, 1919.
NV Dear Aunt and ALI
You can easily imagine how agree
ABLY surprised was after receiving
no mail for over two weeks, to have
one of the fellows knock at my door,
waking me out of sound sleep, with
the words, "now don't get peeved, be-
cause I've got about a dozen letters
for YOU" It didn't take me long to
get out of bed and light my candle.
We then spent a pleasant hour over
our letters. / enjoyed mine very
much. including the photo, but he
got the biggest piece of news, which
was the announcement of Christmas
present of baby girl. He was anx-
ious to go home before; now ne Is
more than anxious, and l think we
will soon, as we have been moved to
this little town, which is about twenty
miles south of Nantes, and are await
ing transportation home.
Mouzillon is a little village, most
ly composed of farmers, W no go out
to their work every morning at day
break and return at dark. Their prin-
cipal crop here is grapes, or in other
words, wine. The houses are all Of
stone with the people living in part
of the building and the cattle and
swine occupying the rest, and often
it is the front part that is given to
them.
have a room with fireplace and
a real French bed with a thick feath-
er tick and feather pad to throw over
the foot. sleep between good home
spun linen sheets made by the old
lady who owns the place "a wonder
full change from what I have had.)
She grew the flax, soaked it in water
for about two weeks, combed and dried
it, spun it into thread and took it to
little place in town where it was
woven into cloth, after which she
bleached it to a snowy whiteness.
She does not even own spinning
wheel, but uses little bobbin which
she twirls with her right hand, while
with her left she pulls out the flax
for the thread. I finally persuaded
her to sell me a couple of pieces,
which l prize very highly. She is
eighty-two years old and almost as
spry as a girl, doing her own cook
ing, housework, and tending to her
garden, besides doing a great deal OF
spinning.
call her my "grandmae", meaning
grandma. She is, now sitting at the
window reading her Bible, which she
finds time to do several hours per
day, besides saying long prayers on
her knees by the fireplace. If / see
anyone in heaven I shall expect to
see my old French "grandmare."
She has only two rooms in her
house, one used as a spare bedroom
and parlor, and the other as living
room, dining room and kitchen. The
parlor is occupied by two captains
and two lieutenants, while l live in
the other, the old lady staying there
most of the time during the day
spending the night with her daughter
AS | am out most of the day, the
plan works quite satisfactorily.
Fuel is very scarce in France, most
of it consisting of bundles Of trim
mings from the grape vines or small
brush and briars and small limbs Of
trees, most Of the trees that l have
seen being stripped Of all branches
and only the trunks standing about
fifteen feet in the air, covered with
sprouts and vines, it being against
the law to cut the whole trees. My
old grandma does not keep very
large fire, using but few sticks pei