Morgan County Democrat. (McConnelsville, Ohio) 1886-1943, 1932-08-11

dS0 mas IlS lHHiHS III Trying " oui
pass the previous ones. Oh! yes,
we came nigh forgetting to tell that
we remember when women wore
bustles. Sometimes now we see one
that we are not sure whether they
have on the wires or not; all &c
show you that we have made won
derful strides in invention, but
that nature is the master hand when
so inclined.
Today as we rode with the Wag-
oner gasoline and oil man who was
delivering their products to folks
at Rowland and Cloud, we noticed
the speedometer said As time or
two, and then we thought of how,
less than 40 years ago, men with
horse-drawn wagons had started
from Rowland away before day
light, going to the boat landing at
McConnelsyille for their store
goods, among which would be one
barrel (wooden) of lamp oil. In
the winter time it took them all day
and part of two nights to make the
trip, and sometimes we believe they
would not get home until the next
day.
George E. Anderson: We might
just as well tell you we are about
to talk about Bub now; if this was
some Bulbs, we would have to
''--'' it, but not SO in this case.
He has been Bub so long that his
name would look all wrong marked
up that Bub was born not only Of
Old Virginia stock, but was born in
Virginia some time before we first
met him. He never amounted to
darn as a financial wizard, worked
hard, got good wages for he was
good hand, but he spent his money
some foolishly of course, but
wait; when we first remember him
and sister Kate lived in a cabin on
the Robert Whitehouse farm, where
he worked for Mr.. Whitehouse and
any of the neighbors who needed
him; when not busy at home,
shearing sheep, cutting corn, wheat
made his folks comfortable. Bub
used to drink, but he passed the
18th amendment several years be-
fore Uncle Sam, and unlike Uncle
Sam he enforced it. We thought at
first we would tell you how many
years he worked for w. H. Har-
Gesty, and after his death for Mrs.
Hardesty, and now for the children,
but we refrain, as we fear our read
ers in Kansas and Missouri would
get the wrong picture of our friend.
Some several years ago he bought
the small place below Bristol store,
from which some of our Lindimore
readers started to Missouri For
their benefit we want to tell You
that the old house is about as You
left it. At one time this place was
noted for the cherry trees, now
many of the old trees have sue
cumbed to the ravages of years ana
storms.
Could we write or pen a picture
as the Lindimore children have the
old home in their mind, it would be
quite different from the way we see
it-not so much on account of the
changes as the fact that to them
it was home. When they left the
OLD home there was much timber all
about, and now all that was worth
cutting has been made into houses,
barns, barrels, machinery, fences
and tools. When they were here
the road was aXle-tree deep with
mud in winter, and shoe-top deep
with dust in summer; now, a sec
ondary road passes the home. Some
time ago We spoke of Eben Ellis,
soon after the first section of our
story was printed. We received
the names of the Ellis children from
Mrs. George Drake (Winona Stan
diford), which list was filed away SO
good that we did not find it until
today so we are giving it. We wish
Mrs. Drake had told us WHO they
married. The names of the children
are as follows: One child who died
in infancy, Silvia; Zelona, Hiram,
Mary, Betsy, Marvin, Simeon, Vad-
ma, Albert, Martha Ann, James
Luther, Abagail. Mrs. Drake tells
us that Mrs. Ellis maiden name
was Mary Perkins. We can't help
wondering what laboring man
would do with dozen children
now He couldn't keep them, with
the help of the neighbors, and Red
Cross, or any cross.
Announcement of a big meeting
to begin May 80, 1882, brings to
our mind some of the meetings held
here in our boyhood. At that time
they held them in the winter time.
We can see the folks leaving the
church for their homes, after the
evening meeting. Most folks walk
ed, and as they went carrying lam
terms to light their way it was
surely a beautiful sight. At that
time they were in hurry to get
the converts immersed. Often they
would cut the ice, many inches
thick, to get a baptismal pool.
Sometimes they would baptize the
converts the same night they Joined.
We remember on one of these oc-
cisions they went to a deep hole on
the Cassie Whitehouse farm. The
preacher left his high silk hat on
the creek bank, and went into the
creek. During the session someone
kicked the hat into the creek. Be |
ing dark, no one who cared saw who
did it, and those who knew wouldn't
tell, but we have always remember
ed the young man, and also remem-
Der that after he settled down he