Morgan County Democrat. (McConnelsville, Ohio) 1886-1943, 1932-11-24
The Sycamore

would say "he is talking ABOUT me
and my folks and the truly wise
ould never think we meant them,
Human nature be it found in Bris-
toll township or Ireland is greas
stuff, if it has been properly hoed
and wceded We have often won.
dered what would happen to the
human race if the same care was
taken in human breeding, as is tax
en- by breeders of pure bred live
stock Of course we know there
would be trouble, as some would
breed for beauty of face and form,
and some for intellect and Others
perhaps for muscle This is about
the Queerest pencil we have had
hold of lately People here are di-
vided as to knowing into-class-
es; (you can put the number we
enumeratc and any you may wish TO
add. Let's see. Those who try to
make you think they know. Those
who don't know, and don't know
that they don't know. Those who
don't know and know they don t
know, and those who know and are
leading the procession. There are a
lot of preachers and public speakers
who come into our midst and make
eloquent pleas; shoot high, clear
over the heads of the mass; when
we believe if it were left to vote of
the inhabitants you would find that
the preacher and lecturer who
L. al
preach and lecture to touch the
heart and the funny bone of their
readers. If you think you should
not read the foregoing, please
don't read it, and we will turn our
pencil over and tell you about an-
other Bristol family.
James Bell was born in Allegheny
county, Pa. He was married to Jane
Cox Singer in 1852. The same year
they came to Noble county. From
there they came to Bristol in the
year 1872, settling on Horse Run,
on the farm now owned by w. o.
Workman, the former Donovan Bar
clay farm Here Mr.. Bell met his
death March 13, 1874 being killed
by runaway team. To this union
one son whom we all have known IS
j. j., and lot of us know that one
j. stands for John, but we believe
very few of our readers and the
friends and neighbors know that
the other j. stand for James. AZ
ter the death of Mr.. Bell, Mrs. Bell
and son moved to the farm where
Mrs. Bell died Jan. 80, 1911, in her
9 4th year, and where the son still
resides. j. J. married Minnie Han
cher and to them were born two
sons-Coral of Shelby; Bernard,
whose death occurred Sept Is,
1907, and two daughters Bertha,
wife of Vernon NJ Crisman,-and
they as we told you live in the first
frame built in the township; and
Miss Bernice, teacher in the Cleve-
land schools 1t will be remember
ed that Coral was teacher in the
common schools of the county, and
district perintendent of schools;
and now we feel we must nerve our
self to relate the sad part of the
y.
ness, Minnie Bell has been in the
Athens hospital for several years. A
long time after she went there, we
were at the hospital and asked to
be permitted TO see her, and were
granted the privilege. The nurse
in charge took us to her room and
said, Company Mrs Bell" She
looked up and said, why, Byron
Ray" and asked about a lot OF
folks here at her home Some
where in Holy Writ we have head
something about man being fear
fully and wonderfully made When
we think about it, we are led to be.
lieve that all the wonderful thing
there is about man is encased in the
skull. We will carry with US
through life fond memories of the
pleasant hours spent in the Bell
home. We might add that Coral
never married, and the Crismans
are the parents of one daughter,
Helen, wife of Prof James Grand
taft
With health specialists, health Of
ticers, school nurses and lot of
things that were unknown to our
grandpaTcl Is and to many Of our
parents, folks insist on dying.
There has been a great change in |
he pre- eryation Of food stuffs. We !
remember reading of the family |
that fattened the pig calf and
chickens, then canned them; then !
one day the father picked up little |
,Fiilie, remarking how fat he was
getting, when Willie began crying:
When the father inquired what the
trouble was, Willie between sobs
said, 81 don't want you to can me-"
What we started to write about was
The dried fruit and vegetables Of
our grandmothers. Well do we re-
member the long strings of apples,
peaches, pumpkins and so on, that
hung from nails in the old kitchen
above the cook stove-not sanitary
perhaps, but we feel a vacancy in
our interior that only old fashioned
dried apple pie could FILL Why
bring up things to make our read
ers sad? Only two classes of writ
ers who affect their readers-those
who make them cry, and those who
make them laugh. Give us a piece
of old fashioned dried apple pic,
and while we eat you may do either
or both.
Only yesterday we talked with
lady who was born in Union town
ship. and later cast her lot with the
good folks of Marion While we