Morgan County Democrat. (McConnelsville, Ohio) 1886-1943, 1932-09-15
RenrOck

RenrOck
A portion of the Crooked run
! road is getting it's quota of crushe d
stone. In days of yore when nearly
everybody depended upon the Brush
| Woolen Mill for their clothing, and
the Dickinson Touring mill for
their daily bread, such a road would
nous Appian way.
Through a kind invitation, it was
t>our privilege recently to attend the
/ Wainwright reunion, held at Big
Bottom. Aside from the interest We
have always held for this historic
this Wainwright family. 1t had its
origin way back in the days of our
fathers. There is cite that
! binds,'' and in hobnobbing with this
| family, there comes up flood Of
recollections and experiences to re-
hearse, and an atmosphere of So
ciability created, that to us, makes
this reunion different.
The Tooth anniversary celebra-
tion of the Grove church, over here
so near the Morgan county line,
proved quite an interesting affair.
By the time this is in print we
hope to see you at the fair.
True Heroism
Recently there appeared in some
of the papers an article entitled
''True Nobility" written by lit
tie withered up woman who has al
most passed the third milestone be-
! yond nonagenarian. (Leander
| Ralph and John Bell, please take
notice.. This reminds us that we
have in our store-house of vivid
recollections, an incident of a moth
er, who, in her younger days, dur
ing snatches of leisure, or brief
rest periods, would go to cup
board, (Which served the purpose Of
| a bOok-case), and take down lit
| tie volume entitled early Buds, -
written in poetical verse, particular
ly for young folks. She would read
to her two little boys about wom-
an in dire distress, who opened a
vein in her arm and let her starving
baby suck the life blood, hoping
and praying that relief would come
soon. Stories of bravery and cour-
age under trying circumstances
seemed to appeal to this young
mother. No, she was not neglect
full of the Bible, that was read too.
sSF:Hsa. The Civil war, like all wars
produced a horde of worthless men
ing, vagabond life; what we might
term, spoiled men. One evening two
tough looking characters appeared
at the door of the farm house where
this mother lived, and begged q
nights lodging, and as she happen
moment, the old grandmother who |
was the owner of the place, admit |
ted them. This old lady had faced |
Indians, and had endured many |
hardships, and was of that type of |
pioneer women who didn't fear men, |
devils, Or bears. The very actions |
and appearance of these men were |
far from being above suspicion. Ia
fact one of them had a very pratt !
cal look, and, as was often seen in |
those days, his coarse pants were |
stuffed in his boot-top from which !
protruded the butt of pistol |
When they thought no one was ob- |
serving them, they would whisper |
and exchange leering glances. In
fact the mother was afraid of them. |
The old landlady had thoughtlessiy, |
or indiscreetly, even impaired the |
information that the man of the |
house Cher son and husband of the
mother) was away for the night
This, of course, made matters worse |
for the young mother. AS darkness
drew on the mother grew more !
fearful of the actions of the two
dodgers. She felt like getting them
off upstairs to bed and then taking
her children and fleeing the house,
but that would appear cowardly,
and would leave the grandmother
all alone. Many of the houses in
those days were not provided with
locks, some didn't pretend to fasten
their doors at all. What would she
10? The gun was always kept III
he distant room where the grand
mother staid. She put the children
TO bed and armed herself with the
poker, but concluded it was too
light weapon, so she slipped out
of doors and found a bar of iron
and took that to bed with her, but
she couldn't sleep, the very thought
If sleep left her There she sat on
he side of the bed where her chill
1ren lay sleeping, with that bar ofl
ron at her side, not knowing what
might happen. Every little noisel
about the house or premises would
'tartle her. She dared not close
ler eyes. Through the long wearyI
hours she sat keeping vigil, watch
ng, listening, praying to God to-
protect her. The night was passed,
Ter fears might have been ground
ess, no one knows, but to that
mother, it was night of nervous
anxiety and unrest. This womanI
las lived to see grandchildren and
great grandchildren and some time
he casket containing the little frail