Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1920-02-05
Mrs. L. A. Dudley Receives Letter
Which Tells Of Tribulations of
One Family
WRITES THEY ARE LIVING
NOW I'm NO MANS LAND
Cows, Horses, Goats, Dogs, Cats,
and Chickens Very Much at
Home Where They Dwell

Mrs. L. A. Dudley of Durward's
glen has received a letter from heT
sister, New York City, which pictures
some of the conditions that confront
homeseekers on account Of the dearth
of houses. She writes:
You were surprised at our new ad.
dress on your Christmas package. We
surely are all living here. Last sum-
mer, before we came home, we re-
ceived letter from the owner of the
Morris avenue house, that it had been
sold, so we came home and were
forced to join the movies. Then be,
gan a hunt for house. / do not
know whether news of the lack OF
houses to rent which prevailed and
still prevails in New York City and
all outlying cities, reached you or
not, but we certainly were made to
realize that ther were no houses to
rent. Apartments of three or four
rooms costing $4,000 per room and
over might be had but not for us. We
spent six weeks in the search, until
brain and feet were weary and at
the end of that time we were no near
er a home than at the beginning We
really though we would have to go
back to Nantucket, leaving Min to
finish her time of school service.
Find House by Chance
Finally Beck and l came up to Mt.
Vernon and in passing this place,
Eastchester we saw three new stucCo
houses from the train window and
decided to stop and inquire; found
seven of these houses, this one the
only one vacant and it was for sale.
We were fortunate enough to rent 1t
till spring at $500 per month. but
no longer
In "No Mans Land"
Well, we are in "No Mans Land
for fair hills, and trees and grass, ali
we could see. The grass now is buri-
ed in deep snow. There are eight
houses on the whole street and are
built on part of large farm. Cows,
horses, goats, dogs, cats, and chick
ems are very much IN evidence. 1t
was a common sight before the cold
weather set in, to see girl with a
milk pail in one hand, a stool in the
other, come down over the hill op-
posite the house and plant the stool
and herself on it and milk the cow,
which had strayed down in front of
hnrCn
too, walks around finding the back
yards pleasant because there are no
fences to prevent his nosing into any
barrel or pail that which might be
near. When he is wanted his owner,
a stout old woman, comes along with
small pan of oats and when near
him pokes it in front of his nose,
while her other hand makes a grab of
his name; then she takes the pan
away till the horse balks, then he
gets another whack at the oats; and
. so is gradually led up and over the
HILL
Have Two Postmen
Our postmen are two one comes
one week in a small homemade
wagon drawn by an old horse. We
surely are "Rubes". We see no one; /;
the only wagon or other vehicle which
comes down this block has to turn and
go back the way it came as there is
no outlet at this end but backs UP
against the solid stucco wall of the
railroad station, which is about a
half block from the house. We can
not buy anything unless we take q
trip to Mt. Vernon in the trolley car
We have to walk about six blocks
north on Boston post road to get the
car. We have to take the train, then the
trolley if we want to go to fremont
From my window in my room can
see the Long Island Sound also East
chester creek. Now, what do you
think of our buried life away, froIr
the city? Yours cannot be much
worse, if any.
MARGARET R. NICHOLS
Eastchester, New York City.