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Pages of Our Lives

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Farming a Way of Life

by

Rachel Murphy Buxton


Community Library

Sunbury, Ohio

2005

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Table of Contents

Rachel's Story
My Childhood .............................................. 1
Maple Syrup Making at the Murphy Woods .................... 7
Condit Presbyterian Church ................................ 8
Other Childhood Memories .................................. 9
Rachel's School Days ...................................... 12
More Childhood Memories ................................... 20
Threshing and Silo Filling Rings .......................... 21
Memories of Dad ............................................ 22
Memories of Mom............................................. 24
Tom Enters My Life.......................................... 27
Tom Buxton.......................................................... 29
Jerry Edwards............................................... 31
Tom's First Florida Trip.................................... 32
Marriage............................................................ 34
Children............................................................. 35
Family Homes
Thomas Buxton House......................................... 36
Rex and Joy Buxton's House.................................. 39
Vacations........................................................... 40
Medical History
Rachel's Medical History.................................... 43
Tom's Medical History....................................... 48
Cancer in My Family......................................... 50
Memorable Moments in Our Family..................................... 50



Appendix


Other Papers by Rachel
Program for Friendly Club ................................... 51
My Great Uncle Lovett ....................................... 54
By Other Murpheys
Lovett Taft Murphy ...................................... 56
What May Be Done to Improve the Social, Moral and Intellectual Condition
of the Farm by L.T Murphy ............................ 59
Ella Murphy's Tape ........................................ 62
Letter from Abram and Mary Ann Adams to Linnie Murphy ..... 72
Letter to Melinda Ball Murphey ...............................73
Abram and Mary Ann Adams Epilogue .............................75
Grace Chadwick Murphey's Memorial Service .....................76
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow by Velma Murphy McCall Creech ...84
Lovett Murphy: A Step Back in Time ...........................101

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Rachel Murphy's Ancestors ............................................... 103
Murphy Family Tree ...................................................... 105
My Ancestors ..................................................... 106
The Murphy Tree by Grace Chadwick Murphy ......................... 107
Murphy Family History ............................................ 111
Farrah Murphy's Papers ........................................... 127
History of Trenton Township by Farrah Murphy ................. 129
Scenes from My Childhood by Farrah Murphy .................... 134
Farrah C. Murphy by Ella Murphy Taylor ........................... 135
Chadwick and Loren Family Tree .......................................... 138
Loren History .................................................... 139
Loren History by Grace C. Murphy ................................. 140
Chadwick Family History .......................................... 143
Chadwick Family for Sunbury Bicentennial ......................... 144
Carnes and Olmsted Family Tree .......................................... 149
Emmitt and Melissa Carnes Family History ......................... 150
Joe Carnes ....................................................... 156
Maple Crest Farm ................................................. 158
Olmsted Family History ........................................... 159
Willis Buxton Family .................................................... 163
Marvin Buxton's Descendants ...................................... 164
Buxton Family History ............................................ 165
Buxton Family Photos ............................................. 167
John and Mary Jackson's Descendants ..................................... 169
Jackson and White Family History ........................................ 170
Thornton and Neal Family History ........................................ 171
Green Family History .................................................... 173
Callan Family History ................................................... 174
Wayne Buxton ...................................................... 175
Lucille Buxton .................................................... 181

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My Childhood

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Home of Rachel Murphy Buxton 140 acres on the north side of road
105 acres on the side of road is 50 acre wood and 55 acres farm land
only the house, garage and chicken house behind the house remain in 2005

I, Rachel Leola Murphy, was born Feb. 26, 1933 at home in the 1st house on

Murphy Road where I lived all my childhood.

I was a happy child at home, never getting angry except I hated to be teased.

The kids on the school bus would call me "Little Art" as looked like Daddy.

Another time my brother, Lovett, teased me and I chased him around our house with a

butcher knife. Mother was afraid I would fall on it as I was pigeon-toes.

I had to wear shoes to correct it. They were always kept under the bed in the tiny

downstairs bedroom in the southwest corner of the house.

I loved to clean so many times I was sweeping the stone around the back porch,

where the eaves ran down, to make them look neater. One time I found some old

money (Indian heads) while sweeping.

We had a fenced in chicken lot to the north of the house which had the

chicken house, fruit orchard, and the back house in it. The back house had

two holes, one large and one small. This was our only toilet until we had an

inside toilet put in Sept. 1944 with one stool upstairs and a small bathroom

downstairs out of the little bedroom.

I loved to sickle the weeds in the chicken lot as I didn't like the

looks of the big nettle weeds which liked to grow there. Dad only cut

the bull thistles. One day I was sickling too hard and ran the

point of the sickle into the side on my left knee. I also had trouble

going to the toilet in the back house as the roosters and cross

ganders would always chase me when I was little so I always had to

get someone to walk with me.

I remember when they had to have our chickens vaccinated for cocidiosis.

It took a long time to catch every chicken to vaccinate and put a leg

leg band on them. We always fed the chickens boughten oyster shells besides our

own ear corn which we had to shell. We had to carry ear corn from the corn crib

across the road south of the house clear up the long yard and down the path to

the chicken house each day.

We had a large yard with the house sitting at the top of a big even rolling

bank going

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Rachel Leola Murphy

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south down to the road and then real sharp, short banks going up to the the road.

We would stand in the road and let the lawn mower go down the hill and then pull it

back up. We would repeat this on the bank clear across the south side of the yard.

It took us three kids all day Saturday to mow the yard and we took turns pushing the

hand lawnmower around the big rectangle patch that we mowed.

We had a old day bed with wire springs that we played on while out folks milked.

We would also go round and around a pole in the milking parlor. I never learned to

be a good hand miler as I was too young. I remember helping Daddy with the milking

after my sister, Velma went to Cadet Nurses' Training in 1945 at Muskingum College

and Bethesda Hospital for 3 years. We used the 2 five gallon stainless steel

buckets with the De La Val milking machine. Dad and I would carry 2 or 3 milk

can, strainer and the 2 milk buckets down the hill to milk. We would put the

strainer pad in the strainer, set it in the milk can and start milking. Dad

always squeezed the milk out of the dirty strainer pad and fed the barn cats

milk when we were done milking. Then we had to carry all the cans and equipment

back up the hill to the milk house. We rinsed the milkers with cold water at

night but they had to washed with hot water and soap each morning. The full

ten gallon milk cans were hard to carry up the sharp rocky path to the milk

house and then set them into the cement water tank to cool before the milk man

picked them up each day. Later we got the ice bank milk cooler to cool the

milk. It was hard to lift the cans in and out of the cooler ever though

the milk cooler was set lower in the cement floor of the milk house.

I used to sing all the while we milked as I always listened to the hit parade

on the barn radio. I knew all the popular songs by heart many sang by Frank

Sinatra. Sometimes Dad would help me with my homework especially algebra if I had

a problem, while milking.

We put a pail full of ground feed, using an old 5 gallon calf a pail, into

each of the six wooden stanchions. We would call the cows each in separately to

milk two cows at a time. The cows knew their names and came in in the same order

each milking. There was a long cutout place in the cement on the floor back of

the cows that we called the gutter to catch and hold the cow manure. Each morning

I swept the milking parlor floor which we limed and cleaned the gutter out with a

scoop shovel. The walls of the milking parlor were white-washed every year or two

especially if the milk inspector ordered it done.

In 1962 when Dad was sick in the hospital with his cancer, the man hired to

milk tried to drive the cows into the milking parlor to milk. The hired man had

so much trouble I got all the names of the cows from Dad and I called them in and

helped milk Dad got home. Cows habits are hard to change. We had one cow who would

take her tongue and lick open the sliding barn door that fastened with a metal

ring that hooked over a bolt sticking out of the cement sidewall. One very cold day

her tongue froze to the metal ring. She never tried to open the door to eat feed

again.

I have many happy memories of helping Daddy milk as loved the cows and made

pets out of all the heifer calves that we raised. We always had calves to feed. We

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mixed water with the dry calf feed called Calf A for the little calves in place

of milk which we fed the calves as soon as we could sell their mothers milk. The

mother's milk was fed to the newly born calves which contained colustrum for the

first four to six days after freshening.

We kids took turns in the summer time walking the cows down the long lane to

the woods for the day. It took about a half an hour to do this. Then at night we

would turn the cows across the road from the barn into the pasture field north west

of our house after we milked.

I never liked to watch the cows in the clover field west of the barn when it

was in hay. We had to watch them usually an hour. There were no fences at the

east end of the field so we and to sit and wait while the cows ate they would not

get out and into the cornfield across the barn lot. One taste of corn and you

could not keep them in the clover field.

In the winter we had to throw down the loose straw from the straw mow in the

barn above the cows to bed the cows. Then we had to throw down the loose hay from

the hay mow to feed them in the manger and also had to climb the ribbed wooden silo

rings and shovel out silage into a cart. Then push the cart in front of the long

row of stanchions along the north wall of the barn. We would pitch a shovel silage

in for each cow along with hay we had carried over to the mangers.

The cows were kept in the barn all winter this made a lot of manure mixed

with the straw to haul out in the manure spreader to spread on the fields. Dad

Pitched the packed manure into the manure spreader with a 4-tined pitch fork.

We each got a bottle of homemade canned root beer when we helped Dad pitch a load

of manure. It meant a lot in later years when a neighbor, Charles Chamberlin,

was paid to load the manure spreader with his tractor with a manure bucket in the

front as Dad might have 100 loads of manure to haul in the spring.

We ate a lot of rabbits and squirrels during the hunting season. Many times

we had chickens when they were killed on the road as cars would pop over the hill

from the east and hit them. The hill in the road was widened and the hill lowered

in 1996. We butchered a beef each year sometimes a hog. We rented a food locker

in Delaware, Ohio, and then later rented a locker in Sunbury after one was built

there.

We had a grocery man who came every two weeks. We would order our sugar,

salt, flour, spices, vanilla, cocoa and peanut butter.

My sister , Velma, liked to help mother can food and cook while I liked to

work in the garden and clean. When we had to clean our rooms each weekend, I

would have mine done early and Velma always waited until she had to do it. When

Velma would cook and bake and make lots of dirty dishes I would wash the dishes

and clean up the kitchen.

I remember staying Grandma Murphys on the hill. I liked to sort the funny

papers (we didn't get a paper) out in their old northeast unfinished store room

on the ground level.

Grandma always liked to work crossword puzzles and study the Bible. In

later life she became a Christian Scientist.

One time I stayed while the rest of our family to the Coney Island as I

had to go to much to take on a trip. Grandma and I lay down one afternoon for

a nap and she said, "Let's see who can go to sleep first." Of

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Grace Chadwick Murphy, 1930]

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course it was me. As a family we always went to Delaware once a month

to get our meat from the locker, have an ice cream cone on the way and

maybe see a movie at the Strand Theater. In late years we went to Dorsey

Theatre in Johnstown. I always had to sit in the end seat so I could go

to the restroom with disturbing everyone during the movie. I couldn't go

to Centerburg movies as they didn't have a restroom.

We picked always picked up hickory nut each fall in our woods as a

family. In the spring we went to the woods to see the spring flowers and

gather pawpaws to eat. In the summer we went our wood s to pick black-

berries for mom to can and later years to sell.

Mother had an electric Maytag washer and used a big square metal tub

sitting on a small wooden table to rinse the clothes in. This same rinse

tub was used for our weekly bath when we were little. We all used the

same water, just adding hot water as it cooled down.

We had lots of pets when we were young, I remember 2 dogs, Bobbie and

Bingo which were both small black and white, short haired dogs. Lovett had

some coon dogs and a pet crow. I also had a pet lamb and pet mouse. We had

no pet cats as we just had what we called barn cats. I especially remember

Mary Ellen who lived to be 25 years old with not teeth but still had kittens

every year.

When Wilma Carnes, my second cousin, and I played, one day in the sand pit

at the bottom of the hill, we had slid down it so much on our seats we decided

to wash our panties in the water tank in the milk house. I don't remember Dad

ever scolding me for it.

When us 3 kids would climb the ladder up to the haymow from the barn floor

my legs were too short and I had a hard climbing the steps when we came to the

big beam with no steps, but I never fell.

As children, my sister, brother and I were not allowed to have a bicycle

since our neighbor on 605, Charles Barton, was killed on his bike in an automobile

accident.

We played games with Ted Gray, our neighbor who also lived on 605. He was a

year older than my brother. We played hide and seek, and Velma and Lovett got to

ride his bike and horse in our yard. I didn't get to do as many things since I was

the baby being 5 yrs. younger than Velma and 2 years younger than Lovett.

One time time I went with Lovett to check his traps and he caught a skunk which

we carried home. Mother made us change our clothes in the backhouse we smelled so

bad.

Every day when I got home from school I'd run upstairs and listen to my radio

shows. I also loved to listen to Let's Pretend on Saturdays.

I never got to stay all night with classmates except two times. Once with Nancy

Williamson and once with Mary Lou Forgraves. they both lived in Sunbury. Mary Lou

then got to stay at our house one night. I still remember how afraid she was of our

chickens as she had never been in the country before.

Our family never ate out so one time when I got to buy my lunch at school in

downtown Sunbury with Joan Crowl it was very special. I had never had a boughten

hamburger or milk shake before.

I also remember of being in our Church's Prince of Peace speaking contests

in the 8th and 9th grades. It was a 10 minute speech we memorized and spoke up

front in a contest held at

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I remember getting burned with my first permanent which was given like this. I was
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Condit Church. My 9th grade speech I remember getting a mid-calf, black

flaired skirt to wear for the contest. Mother made most of my skirts so this

was special. I did not win but enjoyed being in the contests. The skirt length

was in complete contrast with my 4th school year when the 8th grade girls across

the school hall wore mid-thigh length dresses.

I was very little as a child until I started to gain weight rapidly after

the 2nd grade. By the time I was in the seventh grade I weighed 152 pounds and

was 32" around my waist. I was so tired of being called "Chubby", "block buster",

etc., that I made up my mind to lose wight that summer. I ate less and touched

my toes 200 times a day. When I started back to school in the 8th grad I had

lost 20 pounds and 6" around the waist which vowed never to gain back.

I still enjoy exercising and have exercised daily since the early 1970's

when I first started running and doing floor exercised. I changed to at least

15 minutes daily walking nightly floor exercises. I never missed the floor

exercises but did miss walking when it was too cold before going to Florida

in the fall. When we had our 2 siamese cats for 16 years, I never missed a night

as they would wait for me to do the floor exercises so I would hold them for a

few minutes. In 1995, I added weight lifting. I started slowly with 3 lb.

weights which I lifted in seven different motions increasing to 20 times each

way. Then I slowly added 5 lb weights, then 8 lb and sometimes I even use my

10 or 11 lb weights but it seems to take too long so I very seldom us the 10

or 11 lb. weights. I have 2 sets of 3, 5 and 8 lb. wights so I have one set on

the bathroom counter and the other set in the motor home. I look forward to

Listening to Deliah on Sunny 95 radio when I lift weights in the bathroom and watch

T. V. when I lift weights in the motor home.

My junior year I went Y-Teen Camp for a week.

As children Dad always played rook, carrom, checkers and later euchre with

us especially in the winter evenings. We were not allowed to learn to play poker

as this was considered a gambling game.

I never liked to read like my sister, Velma did. In the 4th grade I read the

reading circle books only to get the certificate. I was so disappointed one

Christmas when Aunt Ruth and Uncle Raymond Chadwick gave me a book for Christmas

that I cut a circle around the pages of the book. Sometimes in the 1980's, my

daughter, Tina gave me some Harlequin romance books and I enjoyed reading them.

Then I read "Ashes in the Wind" by Kathleen Woodsworth about the Civil War.

This got me interested in reading good books that I enjoyed and felt I also learned

something. I now have many authors which I enjoy reading their books. I usually

read 15 or 20 long books the four months each winter when we are in Florida.

I find the thicker, best selling books are usually very good.

We had a lot of sledding and ice skating parties on Grandpa's hill and pond

in the pasture field. I din't learn to ice skate until I got my new shoe skate my

freshman year in high school in 1948. The slip-on skates that you put on your

shoes did not give any ankle support.

I remember how us kids used to hunt for our Christmas gifts early. One year

we finally found them in the back of the piano. I remember how pleased I was when

our gas man's, Nick Nichol's wife , made me a little cloth divan and chair with

lift up lids for Christmas. One year we bought a live Christmas tree in a ball of

dirt. It was not very well branched but we made it look nice by decorating in the

holes between the branches. This

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odd-shaped tree is still growing in front yard of our home place on Murphy road.

The road going east past our house was lined on both sides with locust trees

which touched together in places smelling so good when they bloomed. We had to walk

up to the bottom of the hill to get our mail each day. I loved the walk up the road

at night as it was so pretty. I also like to walk and climb up the big hill in the

pasture fields east of the pond at night and sit and look at the stars and the

moon shining on the pond.

We three kids each had our room upstairs. Velma had the east room, Lovett

had the northwest room and I had the southwest room where the stairway came up

in it. We liked to walk around the ledge around the stairway.

Sometimes we would play in what we called the poke hole closet with its door

just to the right of the top of the step upstairs. This closet ran along the

west side of the southwest room with very little width space. It was so hard to

walk as you had to bend over and it was dark as there was no light except the light

from the door opening.

We got our first T. V. when I was a freshman in high school in 1947.

Emmie Van Sickle, an older second cousin we often visited when I was young,

lived on a mud road near Sparta, Ohio. Several times, my folks got our car stuck

on this road. I'm still afraid of muddy places.

Emmie had always been sickly until she had her gall bladder out. She made

this beautiful hair picture when bedfast for 2 years with rheumatic fever at age

13 years. It was made with horse, human and baby hairs wrapped around fine wires to

form different flowers which were attached to a red velvet background. It is housed

in a deep two foot square wooden glass frame. I received 1st place on this picture

at the Hartford Independent Fair at Croton, Ohio.

Our family ate our meals together sitting around a round table in the west end

of our big kitchen. The table was covered with an oil cloth with a big clear

double-handled sugar bowl in the center we always talk about everything during our

meals. We even talked about the boys I had dated.

Our family exchanged Christmas and Thanksgiving dinner with Aunt Ernistine and

and Uncle Darrel who lived just north of Sunbury off route 61. Aunt Ernistine

always made her three-layered square hickory nut cake with a hickory nut, sugar and

cream thickened filling and topped with confectionary sugar, butter and vanilla

frosting which always ran over the sides of the cake. Later when we three kids were

married, we had our Christmas dinners at my sister's, Velma and Allan McCall's

house in Delaware.

Our last Christmas eve, Dec. 24, 1960, before Dad died we were at the home

place waiting for Dad to get done milking so the kids could open their presents. We

didn't know Dad had cancer and why it took him so long to do the chores. My father

got us a nice step-stool which we still have and I wore a black and white corduroy

skirt which I also still have.

We usually had our Murphy reunions in the summer outside some where often at

uncle Darrel's Woods or by a creek where the kids could swim and men could fish. We

always had so much fun when all the cousins got together.

when us kids were older we made a lot of candy. We sometimes had taffy pulls

and then would put the pulled taffy on the buttered marble dresser top of Mom's

Jenny Lynn bedroom suite in the enclosed back porch bedroom.

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Arthur and Ethel Murphy's 25th Wedding Anniversary and Annual Picnic
At Darrel Murphy's August 29, 1948
Allan McCall, Darrel C. Murphy, Grace L. Murphy Farrah C. Murphy
Harriet Vogelsang,
Erma McCall, Rachel L. Murphy, Ethel I Murphy, Mary Ell Murphy,
Arthur B. Murphy, Mary Carnes,
Ernistine Murphy, Ella L. Taylor, David Taylor holding Grace Taylor
Children in front are John Taylor, Jon Carnes and Ralph Murphy

Maple Syrup Making at the Murphy Woods

(about 1938-1950)

My sister's and brother's and my birthday are on Feb. 24,25, and 26.

This time of year always marked the beginning of maple syrup making season.

Some seasons were much longer than others. The weather played such an

important role in syrup making. When the weather turned warm for several days

and night freezing ceased, the maple buds came on the trees and the sap would

have a budding taste and the sugar making season was over for another year.

All the sap buckets and spiles were stored in the granary over the

milking parlor. They had to be washed and taken to the sugar camp which was

a clearing in the woods with a small wooden structure housing the necessary

equipment to make maple syrup. This structure was located at the northwest

section of the woods, closest to our house which was less than a mile away.

The firewood, which had been cut during the winter, was stored near the camp.

The wood was used to keep the fire burning under the three big evaporating

pans.

Next the sugar maple trees in the woods had to have a small hole bored,

with a brace and bit, into the bark about four feet up from the ground and a

spile tapped into the hole. A spile was a hollow piece of wood or metal later

which formed a trough to allow the sap to come out of the tree into the pail.

Real big trees could have two or three spiles in them. The cleaned sap

buckets were then hung on the spiles.

The next job was to hitch two horses onto the double tree attached to

the sled which held the deep round gathering tank. The horses pulled the

two-logged bottom sled through

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the muddy, rutted path in and around the tapped trees so the pails could be

dumped into the gathering tank. The sap would again run through the spiles

and drop, drip by drip, into the pail after the next freeze and thaw. The

sap had to be gathered every day or it could sour. The filled tank of sugar

water was parked on the higher hillside on the northeast side of the sugar

camp. The pout was let down and the sap would run down through pipes to the

evaporating pans inside the sugar camp. Then the fire under the pan was

started. the steam would roll up and out of the opened sided roof as the sap

boiled down.

When the sap in the first pan got to a certain degree of sweetness it was

syphoned into the next pan until it reached the finishing pan. Then a special

test was done with a hydrometer tester which was floated in the sap. When it

tested right the boiling maple syrup was run through a thick, dense wool-filled

bag into the new square one-gallon maple syrup cans Dad bought and put his name

labels on before he sold them. The caps were screwed onto the hot syrup-filled

cans. Mother would top off the cans at the house before they were sold as the cans

were not sealed.

It took between 40-50 gallons of sap to make one gallon of maple syrup so a

lot of fire wood was needed. As a season got nearly done the finished maple

syrup would be darker in color and get a budding taste. This syrup we would keep

and not sell. dad would start a a batch early in the morning after milking the

cows and it might not be finished until midnight. He would get 6 to 8 gallons

per batch. The sweetness of the sap affected the length of time per batch and

amount of work. We kids like to have parties at the sugar camp. We often roasted

potatoes and meat in the hot ashes and boiled eggs in the sap. We have a picture

of the Condit Presbyterian Sunday School class party held at the sugar camp

taken about 1938.

When I was in the second grade in 1940 I broke my left wrist during recess

at the Sunbury grade school. The school called my Grandpa Murphy as they had a

phone. Grandma blew her big couch shell to let Dad know to come home. It could

be heard clear down at the woods from up on the hill where Marv Monroe now owns.

Dad came to house and got the message. He took me to Sunbury so Dr. Spiro could

set my arm bones when I placed it behind the screen. The set was O.K. so I got

to go home after the cast was on it.

We also made a lot of maple syrup candy by just boiling maple syrup to

soft ball stage (when a teaspoon of hot syrup would just go under in a cup of

cold water and float our of teaspoon.) Many time we added peanut butter to the

syrup before beat it and put it in a buttered glass square pan.

Boughten candy was a treat. One time when Wilma Carnes and I were at

Grandma Carnes East Liberty home, we were playing in their bedroom and found

a box of candy. We each ate a piece of a candy and never told Grandma.

Condit Presbyterian Church

My parents never went to church because my father was forced to go to

church until he was 21 years old and he said he was not going to church after

he was married. Mom did not go by herself and I was not going to do the same

when I married.

As a child I started going to Sunday School with Grandpa Murphy and

continued as I grew older. I also remember going to the Guild meetings at the

church with grandpa.

As a child I remember being in the big west Sunday School room and each

class sitting in their row. We got a cupcake for our birthday. I remember

Grace Condit and Mable

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Comstock, "Doc" McOwen and wife, Mary McOwen and Jim Wilson as teachers.

When I was in high school, Wendall Days picked me up for choir practice so

I got to sing in the choir. I was never very good at singing part but one time

Faye thorn and I sang a duet for church. I ended up singing the melody and Faye,

the alto as I could't stay on the alto part of "In the Garden".

I went Wooster Church Camp which really was a high light in my life. I still

remember our last nigh communion and all walking back to the dorm, singing "Only

Believe". Then I gave a camp report at the Condit Presbyterian Church where

I was a member. When I was about 16 years old, during the Easter Church service,

the minister asked if anyone wanted to join the church and I stood up. I remember

the Elders taking to me before I was baptized and joined the church. Another

special day was the day I was ordained as an Elder. I especially remember how

heavy all the other Elder's hands were on my head during the laying on hands

service.

Our Youth Fellowship was led by Wayne and Jerry Reppart. It was very

special as did so many things I had never done before. We did roller skating

and swimming parties so I learned roller skate and swim.

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Rachel - 16 years old

I joined the church in 1949. Tom went to church with me once in awhile after

we were married in 1952 but often I went alone. After our kids were born, I

took them and my brother's children every Sunday and often taught Sunday School.

I was pleased when Tom joined our church in 1996 after Ted Gray invited him to

join.

I started teaching Sunday School when Tina was 3 years old by helping Mildred

Morton teach her class. I moved up with Tina until she graduated. Then I taught in

Perry and Rex's classes. I also lead the group opening for Sunday School for

several years.

Our women's group started meeting at the Rest Home and helping with crafts when

Mrs. Crawford had her rest home in Berkshire. We then went Morning View Care Center

in Condit after it was built. I helped with crafts one day a week for several year.

Then changed to bingo as more patients could join in. Ann Ross and Grace Wilson

also helped as it takes several to help the patients play. Then we have a cover-all

and the winner gets a $1 bell. Ann Ross, her sister, Louise, and I had bingo

several years for the patients.

The church had always been very important to me my whole life. I enjoy going

to Sunday School and church, singing in the choir, attending our day sewing and

study circle, going to our working group called "The Friendly Club", working on

different committees, and helping with Bible School and church meals and teaching

Sunday School.

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Rachel Buxton and Velma McCall for Church's 150 Celebration in 1986

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Other Childhood Memories

Lovett and I both had pink eye when Mom was in the hospital. Helen

Williams and baby son, Dickie, took care of us. We had to soak our eyes

open in the morning and get the burning medicine of argeral put in them

every day.

I always loved to sew. I started making doll clothes in the 4th grade.

By the 8th grade I made myself a full, pleated skirt on a dropped hip line

top.

I remember the pride I felt when Mother let me wall-paper the pantry

by myself and it looked so nice when I got done.

I remember staying all night at Grandpa and Carnes and his new wife

Harriett Vogelsang, when Mom was in the hospital. I must have played in

the dirt as Grandma told me to wash my feet in a pan of water before supper.

While I was washing my feet, Grandma went outside to call Grandpa in for

supper. I remember her yelling when she found Grandpa dead hanging from a

rope in the barn. I was sent immediately across the road to the neighbors

where I stayed all night until Dad could get me the next day.

I shelled corn by hand for the chickens. O remember getting to shell

corn on Grandpa Murphy's corn sheller that he used for shelling corn for his

shelling his corn for his sheep. It was so much fun to put an ear of corn

in the font hole, turning the handle and the corn come out the bottom and

the cob out the other side.

When I was in Sunbury grade school, each morning all the classes lined

up by the flag pole with the 8th grade first going down to the first grade.

The eighth graders seemed so old and grown up to the younger kids. I remember

Terry Day play taps on his bugle for the flag rising before went to our rooms

to start our day. The first eight grades were in the western part of the old

Sunbury school house. We went to high school in the east side of the same

building.

My 1951 class went to the Sunbury High school building for our senior year,

which included Sunbury and Galena but was called Big Walnut. In 1952 the Big

Walnut High School including Sunbury, Galena and Harlem and the students got

to use the new Big Walnut high school building.

All twelve years of school my brother, sister and I rode the school bus.

We were on of the first kids to get on the bus in the morning and last ones

of at night.

I was always anxious for school to start. I went to Sunbury grade school

and Sunbury High School.

Mr first grade teacher was Miss Tathem. We enjoyed our gold fish we had

at school in the back of the room.

My 2nd grade teach, Miss Bond, was very strict and we learned a

lot. She had divided reading classes. I was in center reading class. There

were six in 1st class. We were sent to the black board in small groups and

had to stay until we knew our words. We also had to count to 200.

My 3rd grade teacher, Miss Love, let the kids who got their work done

play a lot.

My fourth grade teacher, Miss Hogue, was strict but when we got our

work done we could play in the back room making things out of orange crates.

I worked hard on reading books to get my reading certificate but did not

enjoy reading like my sister Velma did.

My fifth grade teacher, Miss Beatty, was an older woman but made us work.

I enjoyed having a speaking part in a musical play that 4th, 5th and 6th grade

kids were in.

My 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Grumlick, was an excellent teacher and we

learned our parts of speech well. It was in this class when we heard World

War 2 was over in 1945.

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My 7th grade teacher, Mr. Crawford, tried hard but always got along better

with the girls than the boys. We traded some classes with the 8th grade and

our class always beat the 8th graders in parts of speech in English.

My 8th grade teacher, Mr. Neilson, was an excellent teacher and really

made me work. He was very patriotic. Every morning we sang patriotic songs,

pledged allegiance to the flag, repeated memory verses and had a prayer.

I was excited I got to be Aunt Polly in a Tom Sawyer play we put on. I also

remember my beautiful wool long sleeved green dress I got for our first class

party. We also enjoyed our last day trip of school Oshonasee Dam. We took a

packed lunch and just had fun all being together. My biggest trouble was I liked

to talk too much and ask too many questions.

Our memory verses I still remember. (1) There Are Bridges to Cross and the

Way Seems too Long. (2) For when the one Great Scorer Comes to Write Against

Your Name. I was the only one who memorized the long poem, The Ship of State,

and recited it for the class.

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Certificate I earned in the 8th Grade

Following is a paper I wrote my freshman year in English Class.

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I was born on my fathers farm near Condit on February 26, 1933.

Because I was the youngest of three children my brother two years

older and my sister five years older, they both liked to tease me and make

me cry. Even though they did tease me we also had fun together especially

in winter because we have a very high hill to slide down and a large pond to

skate on.

At the age of six I started to Sunbury school. In the second grade I

broke my arm running on the cement walk in front of the school building,

where we were not supposed to be playing. In the third grade since I and

some others were good students we were permitted to build articles out of

orange crates. We also gave a play using the articiles we made. In the fourth

grade I was once caught copying spelling words, after getting a good bawling

out I never copied again. In the seventh grade I was Mr. Crawford's secretary.

When Mr. Nielson

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taught the seventh grade English I was his secretary too. Then in the eight

grade I was vice president. I had a part in both of the plays which were put

were put on by Mr. Neilson. In the Christmas play I had the part of Faith. In

our commencement play I had one of the leading parts. The play was "The

Adventures of Tom Sawyer". I had the part of Aunt Polly. In the eighth grade state

test I was fifteenth in the county in all my subjects and first in the county in

science.

I am news reporter for the Condit Presbyterian church's West Minister

Fellowship. It's lots of work but also fun. When the West Minister Fellowship

went to Glengary on a swimming party I learned to swim. When we went to Rollerland

on a skating party I learned to roller skate. I am also learning to ice skate on our

pond since we got the dam fixed last summer. We again have many ice skating parties

on the pond. This year I have learned most of the rules for baseball and football.

I am hoping to learn

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more about basketball too. I like very much to go to the football, baseball

and basketball games of our school.

When I was ten my cousins and I went Youngtown [sic] with our great aunt.

there we saw may steel pants but what I liked seeing much better was the huge

rock garden which we drove around in the car. This rock garden was simply

beautiful with all it's different colors and designs. I have also been to

New Concord, Zanesville and Akron seeing my sister who is a cadet nurse. When

she was taking her college work at New Concord she took me over the college grounds.

It really took a lot of energy because the college is all located on hills. When

she was on her affitiation [sic] in Akron I went up on the bus and stayed with her

on her day off. I had a grand time while I was there. I soon made friends with

all the other cadet nurses there. It was so interesting

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to talk to cadet nurses from other states.

In the summer I usually get three or four days vacation from helping

milk twenty cows night and morning at some of my relations.

When I visited my Aunt and Uncle in Delaware we went swimming, downtown ect.

[sic] but when I visited my Aunt and Uncle near Berlin I took care of their little

boy while they milked, put up hay ect. They were both though quite a change from

what I had been used to doing.

This summer when my sister got her vacation form nursing school we had so much

fun together. We baked a grand anniversary cake for our parents wedding

anniversary. Besides basking it we also frosted and decorated it to a T. I like

sewing just as well as cooking though. When I see something in a magazine I like

real well that isn't too hard to make. I cut the pattern of paper then

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material and sew it up.

My hobby is nature and science. I especially like to catch insects and

mount then [sic] on cotton. I have another hobby which is singing that is when

I haven't got a cold. I like to sing with my sister and brother. Sometimes we

harmonize real well.

I have quite a tan from helping make hay, mowing our 1/4 acre lawn,

weeding our garden ect., Besides out door work I also like to help my Mother

with in indoors work such as cooking and cleaning house. when Mother went

on a weeks vacation in Toledo I did all the cooking for my Father and Brother

besides the house cleaning and school work.

I am now a freshman in Sunbury High School working hard for the future.

By Rachel Murphy

My freshman year was so exciting. I took Home Ec., Latin, algebra,

English and Science. My sophomore year I too World History, Typing, Hygiene,

Biology and

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My Short but Enjoyable Vacation

My Vacation was when I went to Akron visiting my sister who is a

cadet nurse, she was on affiliation in Akron. Velma called us at my

grandparents, since we didn't have a phone, but their phone was out so

she had her girl friend Darlene Woodburn call up her boy friend

Doniven Justice. It was on Sunday night at ten o'clock that Mr. Justice

came over and said Darlene called and said I was to come to Akron on the

bus the next day at eleven-thirty o'clock. That morning I got up at five-

fifteen to go milk. After eating we washed the dishes and milkers. I then

start the washing. We got done with the washing at ten-thirty that gave

me forty five minutes to get ready. I was ready and waiting for Daddy at

eleven ten. He was painting on the barn roof. Finally we were on our way

to Sunbury to meet the bus. We got there at eleven thirty. The bus came

in ten minute so I din't have long to wait. The seats on the bus were full

so I stood up. A lady near me got off after about three miles so I got

a seat. At Wooster we had a rest period. The bus station was real nice

there. when I go to Akron a girl said are you Rachel and I said yes. It

was Dorthy Hostetler a cadet nurse in Velma's group who happened to be

off in time to meet me. I was hot and tired and we had about a half hour

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walk to the hospital grounds. The girls Nursing Home is right beside the

hospital joined by a hall. That night I had some time learning how their

cafeteria system worked. After supper five of us girls went to see the show

called "The Husters" I thought the show was good but I liked Wild osker better.

He was the man who played organ while you sing words which were written on the

screen. Later that night Velma, Darlene, and I went to a little cafe near the

hospital for milk shakes, sundaes, and donuts. Because Velma and I talked till

two-thirty I didn't get up until ten-thirty that day. I did nothing but read and

rest all day. That night Vel and others walked to bus station with me. Dad and

Mom were waiting for me at Condit so I soon got home.

By Rachel Murphy


My junior year I took English, History, Typing and Public Speaking. I got a

C in typing as we could not type any time except class time and I felt so bad my

folks got me a Royal typewriter for Christmas. My senior year I took Senior Math,

Problems of Democracy, Chemistry and English and Civics.

I graduated from Big Walnut High School in Sunbury, Ohio, In May 1951 2nd in

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my class of 42 students. I loved to study, tutor other kids and wanted to

get good grades.

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Rachel Murphy class of 1951 Salutatorian

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First Big Walnut Graduating Class
Graduation Program, Class of 1951

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41 Grads Receive First Big Walnut Diplomas

"Choose ideas to fit you the best. Do not follow the crowd. Go your

individual way to accomplish something of purpose," the Rev. Homer E. Felty

of Ironton told the first Big Walnut High School graduating class at com-

mencement last Thursday evening.

Win High Honors

Normand Townsley won highest honors in the first Big Walnut graduating class

with a four year average of 3.89. Rachel Murphy was second with an average of

3.78. Normand is the son of Mayor and Mrs. Cecil Townley and plans to attend

College. Rachel is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Murphy and will enter

White Cross School Nursing in the fall.

Normand Townley presented the valedictory and Rachel Murphy the salutatory.

Supt. Marvin Miller presented certificates to graduates placing high in state

scholarship tests. Principal Hylen Souders turned the class over to Owen Meredith,

school board president who congratulated the forty-one graduates and presented

diplomas.

A large crowd attended commencement in the school auditorium here. Music was

furnished by the school band and mixed chorus.

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More Childhood Memories

Us kids used to play and dress up in Dad's baseball clothes and great aunt

Lynn's tiny high button shoes which were kept in a dresser drawer upstairs.

When I was 11 years and cousin Mary Ellen Murphy was 13 years old we went back

to Youngstown with Great aunt Goldie to visit. Then came home on the bus. Another

summer we went to Aunt Ella Murphy Taylors. After the first night Aunt Ella wouldn't

let

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us sleep together as we giggled and talked all night but we still had a

big time. They were building their house themselves when we were there.

We enjoyed listening to Aunt Ella play the piano and Uncle David his

violin together.

My brother, Lovett, and I went to Robbins lake one summer. We swam

out to the raft. I had a hard time swimming back as the raft had drifted out

farther into the lake. I had to rest floating several times to get back to

shore. We slipped in under the fence as we really were trespassing.

My sister always wanted a big wedding. She planned a lawn wedding but

changed her mind and was married in Condit Presbyterian Church. It was a

lucky change as it poured down rain all day the day of the wedding. We had

to run into the church. Jane Lattimer, Velma's girl friend who lived just

up the road, was maid of honor. Mary Ellen Murphy and I were brides maids.

Velma had a very nice long satin dress with a long train.

We just replaced the sidewalk on the north side of our church in 2005.

I remember when this was install in 1948 after my sister's June wedding. I

jumped over the mud, as it rained so hard that day, when I ran into the church

to get my bridesmaid dress on before the wedding.

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Velma Victoria Murphy and Robert Allan McCall's Wedding June 6, 1948


Threshing and Silo Filling Rings

My father, Arthur Murphy, was in the neighborhood threshing and silo

filling rings.

In the summer when the wheat was about ripe, Dad would cut the wheat

with a binder. This machine could be pulled with horses or tractor. It

cut the wheat with a sickle cutter which bunched the stems of wheat together

to make a a bundle called a sheave. The sheave was tied around the center with

binder twine and then was pushed and dumped on the ground. The next job was to

shock the wheat sheaves. You would shock one sheave cut side down on the ground

and put sheaves around it in a circle. Then bend one sheave over your arm to crease

it and place it on top to help the rain to run off the top of the shock until the

wheat was dried and ready for threshing. When it was your turn to thresh, wagons

were used to load the sheaves. One man would pick up the sheaves from the shocks

in the field and pitch the sheaves to a man on the wagon to load. The loaded

wagons were brought to the

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threshing machine usually set up near the barn so the straw could be blown into

the upper barn mow. A man had to pitch each sheave into the threshing machine

with a fork making sure the wheat heads were headed the correct way. The wheat

came out one side to be bagged in cloth grain sacks and the straw was blown into

the straw mow or into a pile on the ground when the mow was full. The straw was

used to bed the animals in the barn during the winter months when they were shut

in. Threshing was a very dirty, dusty job.

In the fall when the corn was about milk stage, the silo filling would begin.

The groups of men would take big wagons to the field and a forage cutter cut the

corn stalks off close to the ground, and ground the whole stalk and ear up and

shot it back into the forage wagons. The wagons were then taken to near the silo

base where the silage was dumped slowly into a silo blower which carried the silage

to the top of the silo. It was dangerous to get into the silo to level off the

silage after a day or two as orange gases would form which would kill you if

breathed, so the blower had to be run to clear the air before entering the silo.

Both of these rings, as we called them, would have around 12 men who would go

from farm to farm until all the work was done. The women had a big job as the men

worked hard and had a big appetite for the noon meal which the women prepared. I

remember Mother and Aunt Martha Elroy cooking for these meals. The table had to

be set and lots of meats, mashed potatoes and pies. Then there were all the dishes

and pans to wash as no paper products were used.

I also remember helping with the unloading of loose hay as a child. The hay was

moved with a mowing machine, then raked with a hay rake. The rows of hay were loaded

with a high hay loader which was pulled behind a flat bed wagon for the hay to fall

on to. The loaded wagons were taken to the side of the tallest part of the barn a

metal track was attached. A double-pranged harpoon fork with a long heavy rope

attached would follow this track to different parts of the barn, and the rope was

tripped to dump the batch of hay in the mow. My Grandfather Murphy would set the

fork in the loose hay on the wagon, and my brother would drive a team of horses

outside the barn pulling the rope to pull the bunch of hay up from the wagon

through the barn window and across the barn where my father would trip the hay

and spread out the dumped batch of hay with a pitch fork. It was my job to pull

the rope back to the edge of the barn so it would not be so hard for Grandpa on

the wagon to pull the rope all the way back to reset the fork for the next dump

of hay. I remember my brother, Lovett Murphy, got $.10 a load , and I only got

$.01 a load. There would be several batches to dump in each load.

Memories of Dad

Dad enjoyed his hunting, fishing and trapping. He belonged to the Sunbury

Hunters' club. I remember helping to hold the hind legs of the muskrats and

minks as Dad skinned them. Then he would tack them a a special flat board to

dry before he sold them.

I also learned how to clean squirrels and soak them in salt water over-

night before cooking them. Dad shot a snow goose one winter and we dressed

it in the house. Feathers went everywhere but it was good eating.

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Dad also loved his baseball games. He played baseball when he was a

freshman in college with the Cincinnati Reds. Every Sunday afternoon he always

listened to some kind of ball game on the radio so Mother and I would go to

great Aunt Hal and Great Uncle Grant Murphy's many times on Sundays up Murphy

road about a mile east and way back a long lane on the south side of the woods

and gather hickory nuts in the woods. Many a winter night Dad would hold Mom's

old flat iron upside down between his knees and crack hickory nuts with a

hammer for Mom to pick out. Dad would also play Rock (a card game) with us kids

as we were not allowed to play euchre as it was considered a betting game. Mother

and Dad like to play euchre with Pearl and Nick Nichols, Virgie and Alvin Horn,

and Emogene and Sig Pugerud. Dad also played checkers and carrom with us kids

using his big wooden board with checkers on one side and carrom on the other side.

It had four webbed corner pockets to catch the putts.

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Arthur Bradley Murphy May 1902 - 10 months

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Arthur Murphy 2 years old - 1903

Dad had a nut bowl and he liked to crack pecans, nigger toes, and other mixed

nuts with hand cracker. Dad loved his cream and always used cream on his cereals,

bananas or strawberries. He enjoyed his weekly pies, many of them with whipped

cream on top of them. He always ate mayonnaise on his fresh tomatoes. He like to

dip his little green onions from the garden in salt before eating them. He like

limburger cheese on his crackers. He loved his ripe bananas so he would come home

from the store with a big bag of cheap ripe bananas at $.10 a lb. We had many a

meal of ripe bananas of strawberries and homemade bread. We used skim milk as the

cream was saved for Dad or for whipping or to make butter cheese. Dad's worst habit

was smoking cigarettes all his life. He rolled his own for several years. Sometimes

he chewed tobacco when we went to Delaware. I remember when he spit out the front

car window, we would get tobacco juice in the face in the back seat. We had no

car air conditioner so the windows were all open in the summer. We kids would fight

over had sit behind Dad.

I can only remember Dad getting angry twice. The one time when my brother

Lovett put water in Dad's knee high slip on gum boots that he wore with moccasins

to the barn. Lovett said I put the water in his boots! Of course, I said I didn't

do it. I said Lovett put the water in the boots so we both got spanked with Dad's

slipper. The other time was when Grandma Harriet Carnes (second wife of Leonard)

slept with my sister, Velma. They were taking Velma's east upstairs bedroom.

Lovett and I both got spanked again with Dad's slipper as we were told to quit

talking and to sleep but kept talking anyway as Velma and Harriet were still talk-

ing. I slept in the southwest bedroom and Lovett slept in northwest bedroom

upstairs. Mom and Dad slept in the little downstairs southwest bedroom until it was

made into a bathroom in 1944. Then the north back porch was enclosed and used as

their bedroom. My folks also had a bed in the garage as with the high grounds

on the east side wall of the garage it was much cooler in the summer time. Mom and

Dad lived on Murphy road for 39 years when he died of cancer at 61 on Oct. 1, 1962.

He found out he had cancer in Riverside Hospital on Feb. 26, 1962. He had his bone

morrow

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test the day John Glenn went into space. Dad stayed at home seven months until

he died. He had glandular glaucoma and took no treatments since it was wide-

spread. My sister and I stayed the last two weeks with Mother before Dad died.

He stayed in bad all the time and had a catheter for his urine but was able to

go to the bathroom once a day. The last day he went to the bathroom he started

to hurt so bad he called for Velma to give him a shot for pain. He died before

she could get the needle boiled. His pain tolerance was high as he never com-

plained of any pain before.

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Arthur Bradley Murphy Spring 1919 - 18 years

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Arthur Murphy's Graduation from Sunbury High School - Class of 1919

Memories of Mom

Each morning Dad would get up early to take the ashes out of the kitchen cook

stove and kindle the fire before he went to the barn to milk. The cook stove would

them be hot for Mother to cook our oatmeal of pancakes for breakfast before we went

to school when they were done milking. We had a path that went to the barn through

the weeds as Mom always took us to the barn night and morning while the hand-milked

as high as 21 cows. She never left us alone at the house.

Mother and Dad always raised a big garden besides their large fruit orchard.

They had permanent plants of rhubarb, asparagus, goose berries, ground cherries,

currents, Logan berry, big red raspberry, black raspberry, black berries big white

white grapes, blue grapes, huckleberries and elderberries.

In their orchard were several apple trees including yellow transparent,

jonathan northern spy, winter apple, sweet apple and crabapple. Other trees in

the orchard were sweet cherry, sour cherry, pear, three apricot, black walnut,

chestnut, green gage plum, blue damson plum, white peach and yellow peach.

In their garden they raised potatoes, sweet potatoes, tomatoes, cabbage,

lettuce, carrots, peas, all kinds of beans, corn, peppers, pumpkin, squash, onion,

beets, spinach and strawberries. Mother always canned 100 qt. each of several

fruits especially peaches, cherries, and black berries. She always baked several

pies each weekend as Daddy loved his pies. Mother also churned butter, made

cottage cheese, lye soap, catsup, root beer pop, sweet and dill pickles,

mincemeat, homemade bread and canned meat.

Mother did a lot of sewing and mending. she made Aunt Martha's (Dad's sister)

school clothes for the first grade the first year she and Dad were married and lived

with Dad's

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parents up on the hill. Mother made about all of Velmas's clothes when when

started first grade in the fall of 1933 as Velma was such a big girl for five

years of age. She also made a lot of my skirts in grade school. They were 3

tiers gathered onto a belt. Mother also enjoyed crocheting. She did some

quilting, too as I have one quilt she made. Mother was a good homemaker and

cook. she later cooked at the Sunbury Restaurant for about a year. One winter

when she and Dad went to Florida, Mother cooked at Mullet Key Island now

called Fort DeSoto Park since the spur from the Sunshine Highway made a road

to it. After Dad died she cooked one winter for a man in Delaware, OH.

Mother washed clothes on Monday, ironed on Tuesday and mended on Wednesday

and baked pies on Fridays.

My mother, Ethel Carnes Murphy loved flowers. These are the flowers and

bushes in our yard on Murphy Road when I was growing up.

1. White lilac tree 1. Tiger lilies

2. Pink lilac bush 2. Bleeding heart

3. Snow ball bush 3. Tulips

4. Hydrangea 4. Hyacinths

5. Passion vine 5. Peonies (white, pink, and red ones)

6. Weigela 6. Amerillis

7. Trumpet vine 7. Morning glory

8. Forsythia 8. Hen and chicken

9. Flowering almond 9. Bee balm

10. Dwarf white hard rose bush 10. Yucca

11. white spirea (little tiny white flowers ) 11. Lily of the valley

12. regular spirea 12. mock orange

14. Wisteria 13. Holly hocks

15. Rose of Sharon

16. Spice bush


In Oct. 1963, Mother at age 54 years married Val Anderson from

Florida. The lived in St. Petersburg, Fl.,


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Val and Ethel in Florida-1964

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Ethel and Val in 1976

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Ethel and Val Anderson 1964 right after their marriage

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Val Anderson making nets by the big oak tree

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Ethel Anderson 1979 - age 70

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Ethel and Val Anderson's Florida home of 5th Avenue and 43rd Street in St.
Peterburg Mother Lived here 23 years from 1964 till her death in 1987

for 23 years until died in Aug. 1985 after being unconscious for two weeks

in a rest home. Mother continued to live with a renter the last two years because

she was afraid to stay alone. She had such fear of being alone or being in a

rest home. She died Feb. 1,1987. We were glad we were in Florida when Mother

got sick and died within three days. Tom and I had gone camping in our motor home

over the weekend at Venture Out (B's RV Camp) near Clermont, Fla. where we joined

the membership campground system. The following Wednesday night, Mother, her

renter (Ken Adams) and Tom and I went to my nieces, Alice and Kurt Schusters in

St. Petersburg for supper. Mother seemed to be feeling all right then. Thursday

morning when I came into the house from our motor home she had a temperature and

her lower back hurt so bad. I gave her aspirin every four hours to keep her

temperature down. She was not any better on Friday and we took her to the doctor.

The Doctor could not find anything really wrong except her temperature was still

high as her back pain was gone. The Dr. gave her medicine for temperature and an

antibiotic. Friday night she fell off her kitchen chair by the table. It took

Tom and Ken both to get her up. Sat. morning she fell out of bed and seemed so

stiff that I called an ambulance. She didn't want to go to the hospital so I had

to sign for her to be taken. My sister, Velma, came from Dade city. Velma, Mother's

brother, Wilbur Carnes who lived next door and Tom and I stayed with Mother at the

hospital all day. We kept cold compresses on her head as her high temperature

continued. We had not been home very long when the hospital called at 10:00 P.M.

Saturday night that she had died.

It was hard to believe as she did not seem that sick. Mother's funeral plans

to be cremated were all plnned and prepaid. We bought her urn of ashes home from

Florida to Ohio. On May 5, 1927 we had planned a memorial service at the Condit

Presbyterian Church and a grave side service at the Trenton Cemetery at South

Condit, but the weather was so wet

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Died Feb 1, 1987

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Ethel Irene Carnes Murphy Anderson

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and cold we had all the service at the church. Tom took her urn of ashes to

the cemetery for burial on her grave site beside her first husband, Arthur

Bradley Murphy. A very nice dinner was served for everyone in the church

basement following the service.

My sister, Velma, and I were co-executors of Mother's Living Trust. It

took us four years to finish it as we could not get Mother's house in St.

Petersburg sold. It was costing us $200 a month to keep it so we had even

made plans to give her house to the St. Petersburg Presbyterian Church. The

4th realtor finally got it sold for $20,000. It had been appraised for

$45,000 in 1987 but no one who wanted it could get a loan. We felt lucky

that the church had bought Mother's lots next to the church and the renter's

in Mother's trailer in Dade city bought her trailer.

Velma, Tom and I worked several weeks getting everything sorted. Mother

was a keeper and liked a full look. She enjoyed having knick-knacks, pictures,

etc. We filled up our brothers station wagon, Velma's station wagon, and our

Toyota pick-up truck to bring to Ohio. We sold furniture to neighbors, gave

her clothes to the church and sold to an antique dealer. Then we had a sales

barn come in and they got 3 big van loads that they sold in boxes at their

Auction Barn for a percentage of the sales.

Tom Enters My Life

In the spring of my senior year, the night of my best friend, Mary Alice

Richardson's father's funeral, mother and I were doing the dishes and were

crying and talking about the funeral and someone knocked at out door. This

boy asked if he could take me out for supper the next night. I didn't know

what to say so said "yes" This was my first date with husband, Tom Buxton.

We went together all summer. We ate out, went to movies, went square dancing

and went swimming. By August we were in love.

I will never forget when Tom and I were going together. We were so proud

of the big bull frogs that we had caught in our pond that we took them into the

garage to show them to Mom and Dad, they slept there when summer temperature was

high. A frog got loose and jumped into bed with them.

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Rachel and Tom August 1951

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Rachel Murphy and Tom Buxton 1950

My sister, Velma, was a cadet nurse during World War II the last class to

graduate after the war ended and I wanted to be a nurse, too.

Tom gave me my engagement ring the day I left in September 1951 for nurses

training at White Cross Hospital in Columbus, Ohio, now called Riverside. I could

not wear my ring due to regulations and after the first weekend could not go home

but Tom could call on Wednesday night.

I stayed in Henderson Hall. We had classes daily and hospital floor duty

either 7-9 morning care or 7-9 night care. I really enjoyed my training and had

a nice roommate from

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Rachel in nursing uniform at White Cross Hospital Fall 1951

Willard, Ohio, Margene Buckingham (now Mrs. James Harper). We started out

with floor duty in the hospital from 7-9 morning care or 7-9 nite for

evening care of patients besides our daily classes. We had such good

hospital food with many fruits and vegetables which I really enjoyed. Our

teachers were strict but we learned. Mrs. Matson, 6 mo. pregnant, was our

health nurse and Miss Shoemaker taught how to make a bed and Miss Owens had

our microbiology and counted off on tests for any misspelled words. Rev.

Johnson was our chaplain. I got good grades and enjoyed my studies and loved

the hospital duty time.

I finished my first year and received my books for the second year before

I married Thomas Edward Buxton Mar. 16, 1952. We had become engaged in September

1951 but nursing students could not marry then.

Rev. William Bingman married us at Condit Presbyterian Church where I had

become a member when I was 16 years old. We had only our immediate family present

and my brother Lovett Murphy and his wife Angie stood up with us. I wanted to be

married in our church but no fuss so only Tom's parents and Grandma Buxton and my

parents, my sister and husband, my brother and wife, who stood up with us were

present for our wedding. Tom wore his brown suit and I wore a knee length thin

blue dress trimmed in black. We came back to Mother's and Dad's house, first

house on Murphy Road and had a lunch. My sister, Velma, had made grilled meat

toasted sandwiches in the oven. Later in the afternoon we left for Washington

D.C. where we stayed all night.

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Condit Installation Service for Rev. William Bingman who married Rachel and Tom

We stayed our first night in Wheeling, West Virginia. The weather was cold

and the roads were very icy. Tom was worried about his dad's new Mercury he was

driving. The second night we stayed at Hagerstown, Maryland at my second cousin's,

Elsie & Lincoln Cox. the following day we toured Washington D. C. and stayed there

that night before leaving for home the next day. We stopped in Zanesville and got

our first groceries on our way home to 13105 Clover Valley where Tom carried me over

the door step.

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13105 Clover Valley Road, Croton, Ohio
Thomas and Rachel Buxton's home for 13 years

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Thomas Edward Buxton

Tom Buxton

Thomas Edward Buxton was born Dec. 15, 1930 at home at 13105 Clover

Valley Road to Wayne and Lucille Buxton. The milk man had come in the

morning and as he was lifting the milk cans into the truck, he heard a baby

cry.

His folks would sit Tom beside a corn stalk so he wouldn't get cold

as they husked corn by hand nearby when he was little.

Tom was very close to his Grandma Buxton as he had stayed 22 months

with her when his mother was sick with tuberculosis. She had gone to a

sanitarium in Newark and had surgery at the university to collapse her lung.

She was very sick and it was believed she might die.

Grandma Buxton lived in Croton on Main Street, east of Hartford Grade

school (the last house before the railroad crossing, on the right side of the

road, on the corner). Tom was able to walk to school. They had no car because

she sold her model T after her husband died in 1934. She and Tom would walk to

Johnstown Croton Road to catch the hack (or taxi) when they wanted to go to

Alexandria to visit her other son, (Tom's uncle) Claude. Then they had to be at

a certain place to catch it when they came back home.

Each July for almost five years, Tom Frank James, Jack Clayton, Gilbert

Duncan & Jack Holland would go camping for a week (or until they got rained out)

on Forest Canaday pasture field east of Croton. They rode their bikes to the fence

and threw over before walking to their camp site. There they would tie a rope

between two trees and hang a tarp over it. Everyone brought food. They would

cook over an open

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Ida Mae Green Buxton
Wayne Buxton's mother

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campfire and sometimes cooked mud rolled potatoes in the ashes. They

walked about 1/4 mile to Eddie Booher's for their milk. They washed their

metal pie pans that they ate on in the creek and they used a can opener to

open cans of beans and other food. Jack Clayton was the oldest, so he was

the main cook.

At age ten, Tom drove the horses to unload hay which would be unloaded

by using a set fork. the hay would then be dumped in the hay mow when the

man on the wagon tripped the rope.

About the same time, Tom picked up potatoes each fall for two years for

P.E. Grub. He was 12 years old when he disked with a tractor and wasn't strong

enough to get the clutch pulled back to stop very quickly.

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P.E. Grube's DeKalb seed corn plant at Croton
His home on left side and Mexican migrant homes
on right rear side - Wayne Buxton raised seed corn for Mr. Grube for several years

Tom at the age of 13, plowed a few rounds with a 2 bottom plow when his folks

were away. When his dad saw the uneven ridges he told him he needed to learn how to

adjust the plow as it would take 2-3 years for the ridges to freeze out.

Tom was running the Oliver combine to combine wheat for P. E. Grube when he

was 16. Grube owned the Delkalb seed corn plant in the Croton area. the men at the

plant adjusted the settings on the combine for Tom so he did a good job.

Tom got his drivers permit when he was 15 years old in 1945. He got his

license in Dec. 1946 when he was 16 years old. He drove his dad's truck and

started dating Barbara Callan. They often went to the Midland picture show in

Newark or Dorsey Theater in Johnstown. They also went roller skating in Utica.

Tom took Barbara to help her set up the Grange booth at the Ohio State Fair in

the summer of 1947.

In 1947, Tom's dad got Tom a used 1946 blue Chevrolet 1/2 ton pickup truck

with stock racks. It had 6,000 miles on it and cost 1,200. A year late, Tom's

dad traded in the '46 for a new 1948 1/2 ton for Tom costing $1,300.

Tom's dad let him use gas out of the tractor's gas tank and his mom gave

him $5 whenever he went a date.

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Tom's Freshman Class

Top row: Richard Higgins, Jimmy Butt, Donald Mitchell, Tom Buxton, Robert Fawn

Middle Row: miss Judy-teacher, Barbara Callum, Martha Denty, Laura Jean Denty

Kenneth Snyder, Howard Seigsmund

Bottom row: Priscilla Morris, Donna June Hess, Patti Booher, Glenola Potter,

Gladys Cramer

In the fall of 1948 both Tom and Barbara were freshman at Hartford High School

when Barbara found out she was pregnant. Right after Thanksgiving, Tom's Mother went

with them to be married in Kentucky.

They lived in Robert's road house in the early spring of 1949 and did the chores

for two weeks while Tom's folks went to Florida for the first time with Frank and

Elsie Ross in the Rosses 2 door, 1947 Fleetline Chevrolet car.


Jerry Edward

All seemed to be going well for them when Jerry Edward Buxton was born in White

Cross Hospital in Columbus May 24, 1949.

Wayne remodeled the house on Clover Valley Road in the early summer of 1949 so

they could move in and start house keeping. By mid July, Tom & Barbara were having

problems. Helen Callan's, Barbara's mother was constantly coming to get Jerry and

many times, Barbara went home with them and things would not be as well when Barbara

came back.

At wheat combining time in July, Tom was driving on Murphy Road and he saw me,

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Rachel Buxton, in the yard and thought "I don't want to live like this"

They broke up the end of of 1949 and Tom's folks hired Joseph Fittsgiven, a

lawyer from Newark. The divorce was final in November of 1949.

Tom and his folks did agreed to let Ralph and Helen (Barbara's parent's) adopt

Jerry after Tom had so many problems trying to visit Jerry during the custody fight

due to Helen Callan's aggressive desire to have Jerry. Tom's grandma Buxton wanted

to help raise Jerry but they all knew there would be constant trouble for Jerry as

her was growing up if Tom didn't agree to the adoption. Mrs. Callan, renamed the

baby Jerry Edward Callan and Tom never got to see him again to talk for 40 years.

Tom and I went to Ed's High school graduation in 1967 at Utica High School but

did not get to see him after the program as it was going to cause trouble.

In June 1989, Ed came to visit us and wanted to know his father. Ed and wife,

Ann, then started coming to our November Christmas dinner and August family Fair

picnic.

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Steven and Janice Harris

Janice is Ed Callan's daughter - 1994

We went to visit Ed's only child, Janice and her new husband, Steve Harris

that same year after Ed's visit with us. They showed us their recent wedding

pictures. They also came to our family dinners. Janice and Steve were divorced in

November 1987. [date incorrect?] Janice married Dennis Koivula Feb. 14, 1999 which

we missed because we were in Florida.

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Fall dinner

Rachel Buxton, Edward Callen, Thomas Buxton

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1949 Chevrolet Truck

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Wayne and Tom

1949 Florida Camping Trip


Tom's First Florida Trip

In the fall of 1949, when Tom was sowing wheat alone for the first time,

he saw his mom and dad drive up with his new 1949 Deluxe Chevolet 1/2 ton pickup

truck with side windows. Tom's folks thought Tom needed a change after all the

court fighting so a Florida camping trip was planned.

Tom and Wayne built a rack over the pickup bed and covered it with special

built canvas that flipped up at the back so they could keep warmer when sleeping

on the mattress inside. Tom had never been to Florida and this Wayne's second

trip. They both enjoyed their 2 week, 3,600 mile trip to key west, Florida. The

next fall, 1950,

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Tom and Wayne

in Florida - 1949

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Wayne, Lucille & Tom all went to Florida in Wayne's new 1952 Mercury 2 door car.

They stayed at Fitch Dixon's rental unit Sarasota, Florida.

Tom was very closed mouthed about himself all his life. The special saying

about Tom in the 1948 Hartford-Hi-lights 1st year book was "like clam". While

Tom was told something once, expected to listen, not ask questions, and to mind

(which he usually did). tom learned that you only needed to say something once

and that you shouldn't talk about people.

Tom had asthma, pneumonia, boils on the lower legs and a severe case of

chicken pox as a child.

When Tom was 12 years old he shot close range with his B.B. gun at a

dynamite cap with metal pieces hitting 32 places on his body - one piece

staying 30 years in the white of his eye before festering and coming out.

Tom always liked to stay with his Uncle Claude at his fishing camp in

Williams Port (back a lane near Deer Creek) several days before school started

each year. One year Claude was taking Tom, who was about 8 years old at the

time, for a ride on his back while walking with his wadding boats on across mossy

rocks when he slipped and Tom went under water before Claud caught his balance.

Farming has always been Tom's life and still works in the barn and shop

keeping the machinery in good condition. It's hard for Tom not to be busy in

the shop or going somewhere in his truck.

Tom enjoys reading the Columbus Dispatch in the morning and the Newark

Advocate in the evening. However, he doesn't read books or magazines unless they

are about machinery or car sales.

Tom was always good at repairing and maintaining all his equipment as he

was taught to take care of his toys and the equipment.

Tom, Wayne, Lucille & Grandma Jackson all have strong tempers but Tom get's

over his quickly while his dad would bunk (not talk) for several days sometimes.

Tom hated Sunday's and Holidays as a child because his dad was a Sunday

Alcoholic and usually got mad about something when drinking. Tom and I do not

smoke of drink after seeing all the damage it can do.

Tom is backward and feels he can't do anything right in front of anyone.

book learning was hard for him yet he is talented in many other ways.

Tom joined the Condit Presbyterian Church on June 6, 1996. He was too shy

to join in the regular church service and so Rev. Carol Weiss made it easier for

him to join after had attended the new members' classes in this special way. She

arranged for Tom's ceremony in the church basement with the minister and other

elders. I'll always remember this special night.

A light colored man named Grant Morgan who lived in Croton and like horses

was a friend of Wayne Buxton. Grant walked 6 miles round trip to the Burley Marble

farm on Rhodeback Road where he worked. He never learned to drive a car. Grant

sometimes went with Tom's folks and Tom on Sunday afternoon drives. They were often

invited into people's parlors to visit about their horses. Morgan gave Tom his big

wooden chest and nice little parlor table when he died as he know that Tom would

take care of them.

Grandma Jackson gave Tom her hand crank Victrola that she got when she worked

on East Livingston Drive in Columbus. Grandma and Grandpa Jackson worked on a farm

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near there on East Main Street before they bought their farm at 2341 S. Street,

Route 605, Galena, Ohio, where their grandson David and Belinda Jackson now live.

Tom is always thinking of a faster and easier way of doing things. He doesn't

like the slow fixing jobs like I do as I never get mad and have lots of patience.

We work well together. I do the book keeping and he does the mechanical jobs

which I am not talented in. One of Tom's most endearing traits is that always think-

ing of the other person before himself.

Marriage

I enjoyed helping Tom keep the farm records, milking the cows, opening seed

corn bags at planting time, mixing chemicals for farm spraying, mowing the lawn,

raising fruit, and tending the vegetable and flower gardens. I picked a lot of

strawberries and red raspberries. I especially like cleaning house and usually swept

every day. I enjoyed sewing, which included mending clothes, boots shoes, combine

canvas, toys, pool cover, air conditioner cover, etc. I liked fixing clothes better

than making new ones.

We got our first television in 1953.

I remember when Tom and I got our first automatic washing machine after we had

Tina in 1956. Tom's mother always washed Tom's diapers and baby clothes each day by

hand as she only had 1 dozen diapers. Washing by hand was hard for me so I really

was pleased with my new new washer. [Photo]

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and my 5 year older sister, Velma, had always did the Our first TV in 1953

cooking with mother. I had a wonderful mother-in-law,

Lucille Lalla Jackson Buxton, who helped me and of course the Ohio Grange cookbook

helped too.

I always took pride in keeping a clean house. Every Saturday I cleaned our

house from top to bottom, and Tom and I would eat out Saturday night and I'd get my

groceries in Mt Vernon, Ohio.

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Tom and Rachel in Roush Tom and Rachel Rachel and Tom

Hardware in Westerville Married 24 years Married 34 years

One day when Velma lived in Delaware and worked at Jane M. Case Hospital,

she always came home to Mothers on her day off. We were getting ready to make a

cake. Velma was putting the beaters into the mixer and someone plugged in the

extension cord at the other

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side of the room and her fingers were caught in the blades on one hand. We could

not get them out and had to take her Alvin Horn's filing station at Condit for him

to cut them out. We felt lucky with all the excitement that I didn't go into labor

with Tina as she was just due or Velma's friend who came with her didn't have a

convulsion that she often had if her temperature rose any.

Children

We were married married 4 1/2 years before we had Tina on December 28, 1956.

then Perry was born November 16, 1958 and Rex on December 8, 1964. I never had a

sick day with any of the pregnancies but after I had them I had post partem blues

and couldn't sleep well. With Tina I weighed 135 lb. when I got pregnant and only

147 lbs. the day I delivered. I had an easy delivery with Tina. We were keeping

Grandmother Buxton who was sick, from November 7th when Tom's folks went to Florida,

until I went to the hospital. I had my first pain and went to bathroom at 3 in

morning so Tom took me to the hospital before he milked in the morning. Tina was

born very easily with no anesthetic until delivery with caudal block just as she

was born at 10:30.

In early fall we moved to the big house where the cows were at and closed

our house for the winter each year when Tom's folks went to Florida. The year

Perry was due I had gone to Dr. Merryman on Friday and he said I was close to

delivery. We moved on Saturday and Perry was born Sunday afternoon.

We were to have dinner with Grandma Buxton and we were turning the cows

across the road to pasture about 7:30 in the morning and I had my first pain so

Tom told Grandma we couldn't come and we dumped Tina in her sleeper with Mom and

Dad on our way to the hospital. Perry was born at 2:30 in the afternoon. I had

lost weight with Perry also but never had a sick day.

With Rex it was a different story as I was RH negative so delivery was forced.

I milked cows Sunday morning, Dec. 6, taught Sunday School and Tom took me to the

hospital in the afternoon. Monday morning, Dec. 7 they started an IV drip early

and I had pains every three minutes all day. My water was broken and even caudal

block given to try to relax me but Rex didn't come so 10:30 P.M. Monday night they

took out the IV and gave me a sleeping pill and said they would start again in the

morning and sent Tom home. I went into labor on my own around 11:30 and they would

not give me anything for fear it would stop my labor. I had very hard pains until

midnight when Rex was born and they put me out. I had my tubes tied while in the

hospital and the Doctor also took out my appendix. So my four days stay in the

hospital I didn't get any good food as Dr. Merryman wanted liquid diet and then only

light food after having my appendix out. I had enjoyed my food, heat lamp and

security of hospital on my other 2 stays.

Tina weighed 6 lbs. 9 1/4 oz. and Perry 6lb. 3 oz. and Rex 5 lb. 12 oz. Rex

was born early Tuesday morning and seemed to be doing O.K. but each day got a

little more yellow. On Friday they took him to Children's Hospital and he had

his blood changed 1 1/2 times due to RH factor. Tom and I had to go to Children's

and get Rex after I got home from the hospital.

After each child I was so worn out and I stayed a week at Mom's with Tina.

Tom's folks came home from Florida and got Grandma Buxton. Tom and I took Tina

over one night to show them baby before they went back to Florida with Grandma

Buxton.

With Perry I stayed a Mother's one week. With Rex, Mom kept Tina and Perry

and

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I stayed 2 weeks with my sister, Velma. It took an hour to feed Rex and then

in 2 hours he was ready to eat again but would go right to sleep so we worked

to get only an ounce of milk each feeding down him.

With Tina I tried to nurse and I had milk but I was so nervous she was

not doing well so I had to put her on a bottle. With Perry and Rex, I just

started them both with bottles.

When Perry and I came home to Mom's and Dad's we put him in a bassinet

and put a hot water bottle in with him. He had constant diarrhea and took him

to Dr. Livingston and he put on soft curd regular milk and it helped him. We

had to take him in every week to get his heel cut to get his blood test as his

blood was so low but not so low they had to change it. Finally the first of

January it still was not increasing so Dr. told me to start feeding him every

thing soft and his blood count finally started to come up.

On the weight charts Tina was always below average, Perry always over,

and Rex about in normal weight and height.

Perry had his tonsils out when 6 years old and Rex had double hernia at

10 months and I had D and C all the same year in 1965.

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Rachel holding Perry who is not quite 1

Tom holding Tina who is not quite 3 - 1959

Tina broke the little bone in her foot when in 7th grade walking in Grandma

Jackson's garden. It was very hard for her to miss her cheerleading.

Rex fell down the basement stairs when 6 years old and broke his right wrist.

He punctured his eye when we were remodeling our house in 1969 as he flipped some-

thing into his eye while playing outside in 1969 which made a second pupil in his

eye. Had to stay in hospital over night. Rex also broke his left humerus and had

to wear a loose sling to hang his arm in.

Thomas Buxton House

Our 6 bedroom house on 12567 Roberts Road was built in 1904 by Will Sinkey

for $52,000. The four upstairs bedrooms had large closets for hired hands to

live in and keep all their belongings in. A small room upstairs for a bath was

not completed.

In 1969 we completely remodeled the kitchen and installed Monsanta plastic

siding on all the outside, cemented the front porch, and added new porch railings

and supports. We completed the upstairs bathroom that had never been finished.

The kitchen remodeling included fruitwood oak Quaker cupboards, lowered ceiling,

vinyl floor covering, and a new south window. I wanted lot of counter

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Thomas Buxton Home on Roberts Road in 1949,

two years after Wayne Buxton bought it

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Thomas Buxton's Barn in 1949

work areas as the old kitchen had none with the west wall from floor to ceiling

being cupboards leaving a square area room with 4 doors and 1 floor length window

and open nook. This small nook had a place for coats, boots and the entrance to the

cellar steps. The second downstairs bedroom and the closet that connected to the

west kitchen nook, we made into a utility room which included a mud room, small

toilet room, a sewing area, ironing board area, washer and dryer area, clothes

hamper and sink. I also wanted a big bathroom with lots of storage. In the old

toilet room, as I call it, off the kitchen door, and the corner hand sink. There

was a little window over the toilet and a small medicine cabinet over the sink.

We had a new downstairs bathroom built on the south east side of the house. Later

we had a new metal [valleys] put on our slate roof, we dry walled the ceiling in

the dinning room, the living room and 3 of the 4 bed rooms upstairs. All the rooms

were then painted.

Gail Sinkey, Will's son, married my great aunt Goldie Chadwick who was my

paternal grandmother, Grace Chadwick's sister. Gail's son William Sinkey, was born

in this house. We have a picture of Will Sinkey, his wife, 3 children, dog and

horse standing in front of their newly built house

Wayne Buxton bought the house from Jasper Thompson in 1947 with 142 acres

for $18,000. Wayne and Lucille Buxton lived in this house from 1947 until 1965,

when they switched houses

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Sinkey School House at the corner of Tagg and Roberts Road in Croton, Ohio, - door

is facing east

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First picture of house built in 1904 Mr. and Mrs. Will Sinkey and children. Dorothy,

Artie, and Gail, who married Rachel's Great aunt Goldie Chadwick

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Thomas Buxton home in 1995

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House when owned by J. N. Thompson

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With Tom and Rachel. We still live here in 2005.

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Mystery Farm No. 46

Here is Mystery Farm No. 46, do you know to whom it belongs or who operates it -

either being all right if they are different people.

Why don't you join the many who farm contest. There is a $25 prize for the one

who answers the most, each week take part in this new

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Thomas Buxton Farm - 2005

Rex & Joy Buxton's House History

1 1/2 miles west of Croton

on 13105 Clover Valley Road

Croton, Ohio 43013

This house was where Ida and Clarence Green lived with their parents, Newell

and Rachel Green. It was moved there around 1900 or earlier from south of the

little Gould cemetery which is just south of Perry and Mary Buxton's house at 13031

Clover Valley Road. this corner was known as the Newell Green corner where

Foundation Road From Croton runs into Clover Valley Rd. and makes a T-Shaped road.

Many accidents on this corner have been reported by every family who have lived

in this house.

Ed Buxton and Ida Mae Green were married March 25, 1894 and lived here.

They had the barn built for $1600 by Jim Conkle. When Wayne Buxton was around

3 years, we have a picture of him with his

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Home of Mr. and Mrs. Newell Green on Clover Valley Road, Croton, Ohio - 1899

Left to right: Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Vinoster, Mr. and Mrs. Newell Green, Ed and Ida

Buxton behind Wayne, Clarence Green, Fred and Stella Williams with son Roy, girl is

unknown

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family standing in front of the house with Ida's parents.

Wayne Buxton can remember when he was around 12 years old in 1913 when he

watched his father cement the basement lantern light.

Wayne and Lucille Buxton lived in this house when Tom Buxton was born at

home in 1930. They lived here until 1947 when moved to the Thompson Farm. The

house was the remodeled in 1949 for Tom Buxton and Barbara Callan when they were

married. They were living here when Jerry Edward Buxton was born on May 24, 1949.

After Tom was divorced in the fall of 1949, the house was rented until 1952. The

house was remodeled again for Tom Buxton and Rachel Murphy before their marriage

on March 16, 1952 and they lived there until June of 1965.

Wayne and Lucille lived here from June 1965 until October 1974 when Lucille

died and then Wayne lived here alone off and on until Perry Buxton and Mary Lewis

were married in July, 1978 and moved into their new house that they had built just

south at 13031 Clover Valley Road.

The house was completely remodeled again in summer of 1994 by Jay Zarley.

Rex Buxton and Joy Harber Buxton moved in September 1994 and are still living

here in 2005.

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House at Newell Green corners now called 13105 clover Valley Rd., Croton, Ohio

Newell and Rachel Green lived here 1850 est

Ed and Ida Buxton 1894-1929 est

Wayne and Lucille Buxton 1829-1947

Tom and Barbara Buxton 1949-

Renters 1950-1952

Tom and Rachel Buxton 1952-1965

Wayne and Lucille Buxton 1965-1974

Wayne Buxton 1974-1978

Perry and Mary Buxton 1978-1993

Rec and Joy Buxton 1994-to present

Vacations

Tom and I were very fortunate to have a Florida vacation about every year

after we were married in 1952 except the three years our children were born in

1956, 1958, and 1964 and the year Tom's legs were broken in 1984. We went for a

month after the crops were harvested in the fall or sometimes in August. The year

we went to Florida when Tina was 3 years old and Perry stayed home with my folks,

I bought Tina a pair of shoe strings at Sarasota shoping cent during their grand

opening. Their prize was a new comet car which I won on my one ticket.

Tom and I drove to Florida in the spring of 1953. We stayed in Sarasota in

a kitchenette apartment. It was my first Florida trip. We had such a good time going

to the beach in the evenings as Tom burned so easy. We liked walking along the beach

wooded areas. We also went to Ringling Museum.

We went to Florida since Tom's folks had a winter home in Sarasota, my sister,

Velma McCall, had a winter trailer home in Dade City, and my mother, Ethel Murphy

Anderson and Uncle Wilbur Carnes both lived full time in St. Petersburg.

We usually flew Eastern Airlines to Tampa Florida and then took the limousine

to my

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Rachel and Tina standing in front of new 1961 Comet Rachel won in Florida

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mother' and step dad's home in St. Petersburg

When I visited mother in St. Petersburg during the Christmas vacation, I had

our 3 kids and usually another of my brother Lovett Murphy's kids with us. We always

had a lot of luggage with us. One time when we unloaded our bags at mothers we had

15 bags instead of 13. The two look alike bags had to be taken back to the airport

the next day.

Tina always loved to fly, even the 1st time we flew when she was about 6 years

old. She sat with a little girl in the back of the plane and they got to playing

with a pillow and it broke. She still had feather on her when we got to mother's.

She latter became an airline flight attendant for United Airlines in 1992.

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Tina White December 2, 1992 flight attendant for United Airlines

When I look back I never realized how much work mom went to when 5-7 people

stayed for sometimes 2 weeks. She always had enough beds, pillows and covers for

all of us. I always helped mom cook and clean up but there was a lot of extra

work for her.

We also visited my sister Velma & Allen McCall in Dade City Fl. Who lived

in the winter months in their park model trailer. We always went Webster Flea

Market near them when we were there. We also visited my Uncle Wilbur Carnes and

his wife Sarah who lived next door to Mother in St. Petersburg. A few times we

visited 2nd cousin Jean Somyk in Sarasota and my niece Alice and Karl Schuster

and family in St. Petersburg.

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Rachel Buxton, Ollie Durfee and Velma Rachel, Ollie and Velma - 1982

McCall in Hawaii - 1982

In August 1982 my sister Velma McCall and her friend, Olive Durfee and I

went on a Hawaii cruise.

In 1985 Tom and I went with my sister, Velma McCall, on a senior citizen

trip from Zanesville, Ohio by bus to Chicago and then by plane to California and

bus trips from there to Las Vegas, Mexico, and Hoover Dam before returning home

by plane and bus.

In 1986 Tom and I went on a tour bur trip to Louisville, Ky.

In 1970 we bought our 1969 19-foot Terry trailer which we camped in the first

year at different near-by campgrounds so we could go home to milk. Then the next

few years we parked it at Walter Bishops Camp near Alexandria, Ohio.

In 1980 we bought our 25 foot 1978 Good Life mini motor home with 12,400

miles on it. Bill Fishers invited us to join their tri-county comping group which

included the following couples from our Condit Presbyterian Church; William Fishers,

Raymond Saunders, Wendall Days, Dudley Townleys and Wayne and Gerry Reppart. We were

in this camping club until it discontinued int he early 1990's. All six

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Our 1979 Good Life 24' mini motorhome

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of us were elders in the Condit Presbyterian Church.

In 1984 Tina, Gary, and children, Logan and Renee White went with us in

our mini motor homes to St. Petersburg, Florida, and then flew back home to

Centerburg, Ohio.

In 1985, my brother Lovett, Tom and I were at Mother's in Florida when

Robert and Thersa Olmsted joined us. Robert is Ray and Helen Olmsted's son.

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Wilber Carnes, Lovett Murphy, Thomas Lovett Murphy, Thomas Buxton, Robert

Buxton and Robert Olmsted, Florida Olmstead at Mother's in St. Petersburg,

in 1985 1985

In 1990 we bought our 1988 34' Pace Arrow motor home which had 13,574 miles

and 118.6 hr. on generator.

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Camping in Rio Grande Park Tom and Rachel's motor home in 2004

Jan. 27, 1987, we joined membership campground system at B's R.V. Resort

near Clermont, Fl. We rotated in our motor home every two weeks between B's RV

and American Adventure RV Resort in Kissimmee, Fl. for 4 months each winter from

1988-1996. On Jan. 5, 1996 when American Adventure RV Resort discontinued their

membership Campground camping, we changed to 3 Flags RV Resort, Wildwood, Fl.,

to alternate with B's R.V. camp. Since 1996 we have stayed at Clermont and

Wildwood R.V. camps each winter for four months in our motor home.

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Aerial view of B's R.V. Resort, built in 1982

In 1988 we joined membership campground members assoc. group to help fight

fraud in membership camping. This group started with 700 members but it is down

to around 20 couples in 1999 who just go to the rallies for a reunion of friends.

This group had two rallies

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each year the winter rally held in January in Florida and the summer one held in

the different states where our members are from. Here are the list of rallies:

1. Jul. 1988 -Turtle Lake R.V. (AA) Michigan

2. Jan. 1989 -Lake Okeechobee (AA) Okeechobee, Fla.

3. Jul. 1989 -Woods and Waters (AA) White Cloud, Mich.

4. Jan. 1990 -American World (AA) Kissimee, Fl.

5. July 1990 -Walley World R. V. Loudonville, OH.

6. Jan. 1991 -American World (AA) Kissimee, Fl.

7. July 1991 -Walley World R. V. Loudonville, OH.

8. Jan. 1992 -American World (AA) Kissimee, Fl.

9. Jul. 1992 -Blossom Run RV (TA) Onamia, Minn.

10. Jan. 1993 -American World (AA) Kissimee, Fl.

11. July 1993 -Lake Paradise RV Lone Jack, Missouri

12. Jan. 1994 -American World (AA) Kissimee, Fl.

13. Sept 1944 (?1994) -Farm at Gettyburg, (OW) Dover, Pa.

14. Feb. 1995 -American World (AA) Kissimee, Fl.

15. Sept. 1995 -Lake France (AS) New Paris, Oh.

16. Feb. 1996 -Tropical Palms RV Kissimee, Fl.

17. Sept. 1996 The Landings RV Canal Fulton, Oh.

18. Jan. 1997 Citrus Tower, Clermont, Fl.

19. Sept 1997 -Twin Lakes(TA) Wapakoneta, Oh.

20. Jan. 1998 -Three Flags RV Wildwood, Fl.

21. Sept. 1998 -Natural High RV Lebon, Maine

22. Jan. 1999 -Three Flags RV Wildwood, Fl.

23. Sept 1999 -Round Out Valley RV, Accord, New York

24. Jan. 2000 -Three Flags RV Wildwood, Fl.

25. Jan. 2001 -Three Flags RV Wildwood, Fl.

26. Jan. 2002 -Three Flags RV Wildwood, Fl.

27. Jan. 2003 -Tropical Palms

28. Jan. 2004 -Eat out at Golden Corral

29. Jan. 2005 -Eat out at Golden Corral

Tom and I have gone to all the rallies since the group started in 1988.

In 1991, ten couple of our membership campground members association

group left from American World Resort in Kissimee, Florida by bus to Port

Canaveral, Florida, where we got our Carnival Cruise boat for the Bahamas

stopping at St, Thomas and Freeport.

In 1994 Steve and Ruth Rinke and Tom and Rachel Buxton, each driving

his own motor home, went to Niagara Falls.

In 1997 Tom and Rachel Buxton went with the Licking County Extension

group farm bus tour to Washington, D.C. Baltimore, Md., and Gettysburg, Pa.,

stopping at a big dairy farm, White House, lima bean farm and Gettysburg.

Rachel's Medical History

I broke my left arm falling on cement at school when I was in the

second grade.

One day when Uncle Wilbur and Aunt Mary Carnes were at our house for

supper, we were washing the dishes. I stepped down hard on the edge of a used

while running

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out to the fence to dump the dishwater. The can had fallen on the yard side of the

fence when it hit the clothes line and missed landing in the junk pile in the

chicken lot where we threw all our old tin cans. The can cut a three inch flap in

the arch of my left foot. It took a long time to heal but by soaking my foot in

epson salts it healed down nice and never bothered me. Today I would have had

several stitches in it but then you didn't go to a doctor for just a cut.

On Sept. 6, 1944, at the age of 11 1/2 Years, I had my first period and

continued normal, never heavy periods until in 1982 when I had missed a few periods

and was getting hot flashes so my Doctor started me on premarin alone, Provera was

was added around 1990 which were both continued until my hysterectomy in 2000. When

only premarin was needed I had very bad cramps on the first day about every period

and many times during school had to to lay down in the sick room. After having my

children my cramps were less painful.

I always had to frequently go to the bathroom as I went between each period

during the day at school. This problem had continued all my life. In about 1998,

I started not being able to completely empty my bladder and had to sit and wait a

few minutes at least once each time to finish urinating. I never had any trouble

with my bowels as always went regular each morning.

I had imbedded tonsils out when 13 yrs. old and didn't talk for a week as

vocal cords were so swollen. Mom worried I wouldn't talk. I was so anemic after this

I had to take lots of iron medicine. After we were married, I have been in the

hospital for three kids birth, D and C, toe lump removed in Delaware, 2 biopsies on

left breast, complete hysterectomy in June 200, fallen bladder surgery in July 2002,

hip replacement in July 2003.

My uterus and bladder dropped in the fall of 1999 and surgery was needed I had

a complete hysterectomy on June 23, 2000, to remove my uterus, both ovaries and

fallopian tubes. My bladder was tacked up and several adhesions removed. These

adhesians were from my previous surgery immediately following our son, Rex's birth

birth in 1964. when Dr. William B. Merryman cut a 3 inch vertical incision on my

lower center stomach to remove a piece out of each fallopian tube to prevent another

pregnancy. He also removed my appendix since he was close to it. I was afraid of

another pregnancy as Tina's blood was alright, Perry's blood very low for 2 months

and Rex's blood had to be changed 1 1/2 times. A fourth child could even have had

brain damage since the blood from B (CDE) R.H. negative blood and Tom's positive

blood would get worse with each pregnancy.

My hysterectomy was done by Dr. Brian Becher at Riverside Hospital in

Columbus, I stayed in the hospital for two days. I was thankful when bowels moved

on the fourth day after surgery. I really felt pretty well, only needing to take

my percoset pain medicine for 3 days. Then I took Over-the-counter Aleve for pain.

I went back to the doctor's office 6 days later to have the 14 staples removed from

the 6-inch incision across my lower stomach. I was not allowed to drive a car for

two weeks, no lifting over 13 lbs. for 3 weeks, no vacuuming with a sweeper for 4

weeks and no floor exercises for 4 weeks and complete pelvis rest for 4 weeks. Tom

was really glad when my 4 weeks were up as he had never swept our house and was

glad to give the job up.

My 2002 Year Surgeries

I started having upper right leg pain around 1994 when we were looking a

motorhomes and checking roofs on them. We were climbing up the back ladder to look

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the top of the motor homes. all the first bottom steps were high and I thought

I had just strained my leg muscle but I continued to have some pain even when

just walking.

My chiropractor took x-rays of both hips in 1995 and they showed that I had

some arthritis in both hop joints with the left one showing the most ligament

damage. At this time only my right leg bothered me. Later my right leg quit hurting

and my left leg hurt. In the fall of 1999 my family doctor, Dr. Scott Merryman,

started me on Naproxen 500 2 times a day arthritis medicine as his x-rays showed

more arthritis. I took this for only a month as I side affects of itching and dry

skin of my knees and elbows.

I continued to have pain when walking so I went to Orthopedic surgeon, Dr.

Schlonsky in the spring of 2001. His examination showed I had too good a range

of motion to need surgery so he tried me on different new arthritis medicine,

Vioxx 25 mg a day worked the best which I took for 11 months along with

Glucisamine/Chondroitin. In the spring of 2002 I was having side affects of

diarrhea and quit all medicine. This made me hurt more.

I had more x-rays in the spring of 2002 with Dr. Schlonsky and they showed

that in 18 months my left hip ligament was gone between the joints but my right

side had stayed the same. He advised complete hip replacement of the left hip

but he felt I needed to have my bladder problem taken care of first as I had to

lean forward to urinate.

So on July 5, 2002, I had cystocele bladder repair surgery at Riverside

hospital by Dr. Becker with no incision needed. I was in hospital only 2 days.

This surgery corrected the need to bend over to urinate but did not change the

bladder not emptying completely or my rectal cystocele. I became allergic to

delandid pain medicine as I got instant dry mouth, got hot and got hives on my

back but continued on it with Benadryl added during my stay in the hospital.

I gave blood July 26, 2002 and August 2, 2002 for my planned hip

replacement surgery. Thursday August 15, 2002, we arrived at Mt. Carmel East

Hospital at 5:45 a.m. I got to surgery waiting at 6:15. I had my 1 1/2 hour left

hip replacement surgery and got back at 11:15 from the recovery room to my hospital

room. I had foot air pumps and coumadin pills to prevent blood clots plus elastic

hose, IV in right arm, nose oxygen and a big foam wedge between legs. I ate a full

regular meal at 1:00 p.m. as I had not eaten for 13 hours and I have never thrown

up in my life except in 2nd grade when I broke my wrist. I was on and off the bedpan

4 times before they inserted a foley catheter at 9:00 p.m. which had not been

inserted during surgery. I had morphine 10 minute intervals push for pain which I

used 8 times. My back hurt the most as I was not gotten up out of bed all day.

On Friday the 1st day after surgery I had percoset for pain which I could have 2

every 4 hours. I only needed 1 every 6 hours. They got me up early for bath and

therapy in A.M. and I sat in the chair for lunch staying up for 2 hours. I was

helped out of bed again to sit in the chair for supper at 6:00 and therapy to

walk to hall and back. The 2nd day, Saturday, in the hospital I had my therapy

and sat in the chair for meals. I still had percoset for pain but Benadryl was

added as I had a reaction to it. I was also given ancef antibiotic in my IV.

My urine catheter was removed at 10:00 a.m. so I got up and walked myself with

my walker from chair to bathroom several times during the day. My surgeon said

my surgery went well and I had a healthy bone to work with and only osteoarthritis

caused the problem. On Sunday the 3rd day, I was up from 6:30-12:30 with bath,

eating, therapy, and Doctor visit. I was released at 2:00 p.m. but rested in bed

all p.m. while waiting for medibus as I was too tired from being up too long. the

medibus driver got me loaded at 8:00 p.m. sitting a wheel chair for a bumpy 45

minute ride arriving at Heartland Care Center in Centerburg at

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8:45. I was soon settled in my room with a bedside commode which worked well

as I had decided I had to get my feet out of bed by myself. I knew I'd have

to be up at least 5 times during the night due to my bladder retention problem.

I stayed 20 days at Heartland for my 2 hour 5 day a week therapy. I learned

the things that we had to do to prevent my new hip from coming out of the socket

until the tissue, bone and muscles are completely healed. This is a least 6

months and some doctors say a year. The therapy consisted of the things not to

do, how to use a walker and later a cane, balance, muscle strengthening,

dressing, getting in and out of car and caring for my feet when you aren't

allowed to reach them.

Here is a list of all the things you have to not do for 6 months to a year:

1. Do not cross legs or ankles past center line of body with operated hip

when standing, sitting or in bed when sleeping.

2. Do not bend over more than a 90 degree angle (the L shape) so have to use

picker to pick up things from the floor & use sock dresser of feet

3. Do not twist the hip, like when turning to look behind you

4. Always extend your operated leg when rising from sitting position as you

tend to bend forward when rising and you loose the 90 degree angle

5. Always have your hips higher than your knees when sitting or rising or

getting in and out of a car. Use extended toilet seats for year.

6. You must sleep on your back with legs at least 10" apart. Later can

sleep on operated side.

The following medicine were given at Heartland during my 20 day stay

1. Colace - 100 mg twice daily for rectal cystocile as bowel softener

2. Topra XL - 50 mg twice daily for high blood pressure. Coumindin - 5 mg

last day and for 5 days after going home.

4. Vicodin - 5/500 one and two every 6 hours as needed for pain

5. Aleve - one tablet as needed for pain after off vicodin

6. Multi vitamin

7. Darvoset- first day at rest home made me floaty and tight chested

8. Rocephin - one gm injection antibotic for incision redness before 28

staples removed.

My 2003 Surgery

My right Leg gradually began hurting me before my left hip was healed

from my hip replacement surgery in 2002. By six months I needed to use a

walker to help the pain in my hip and upper leg. I also had pain when laying

down and if I even moved my right foot or toe it would send pain up my leg

causing many sleepless nights. With my left hip I had pain only with walking or

climbing steps.

In April 2003 my x-rays at Dr. Schlosky's showed that my ligament was nearly

gone in my right hip so I planned to have surgery. I went to a new doctor for a

second opinion and liked him so well I decided to have do my surgery as all he

did was hip and knee surgery at Mt Carmel East Hospital (and was a young doctor).

July 7, 2004, I had my complete right hip replacement surgery by Dr. Joel Politi

staying in the hospital 3 days and also 20 days at Heartland Centerburg to continue

my therapy.

On Monday morning, July 7th, we left home at &:15 arriving at Mt. Carmel East

Hospital at 8:00 AM. I got into admitting room quickly where I signed my name, and

my social security card and picture ID were checked. Then I went to pre-admitting

room in a

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Wheelchair. In a few minutes I was wheeled to the surgery waiting room and Tom

had to leave. My blood pressure and temperature were taken. My blood pressure

was 170/99 so I was not as calm as I thought I was as I had taken my blood

pressure medicines earlier with a sip of water. I had had nothing to eat or drink

after midnight. I next changed into a hospital gown. An IV was put in my hand and

I was given pepsin and reglan with a sip of water to clear my stomach. An antibiotic

was put in my IV. I talked to my surgeon, Dr Joel Politi, and also my anaesthetist

before my surgery. Next, support hose were put on my left leg and I was given a

a sedative in my IV. The sedative worked as I don't even remember being taken into

surgery.

My surgery lasted 1 hour with only a 4" incision being needed with self

dissolving stitches and a washable patch applied over it. I was in recovery room

for 2 hours where full support hose were put on both legs and foot pumps put on

both feet to make pressure up and down my feet to help prevent blood clots. I

arrived at 353, a single room in the hospital, at 1:15 PM. I still had my IV in

and foam wedge between my legs. The doctor had ordered the first three meals to

be liquid. I chewed two cups of ice and drank 3 cups of water during the day as

my surgery catheter was working well. I had a morphine pump which I could push

ever 10 minutes for pain but I only needed it about every 3 hrs. as I had little

pain. My elastic hose & foot pumps bothered me the most. They did change my

long hose to knee support hose which really helped. I was wide awake all Monday

P.M. with little pain. At 10 PM on percuset did help me sleep from 11:00 til 3:00

AM. After sitting on edge of bed for a little while and also getting my first stool

softener. I took my 2nd percuset at 3:00 AM and then slept from 4:00 till 6:00 AM.

My catheter was taken out at &:00 AM Tuesday morning. They helped me get up and then

I got to sit in a chair for an hour while I drank my breakfast at 8:00 PM. Monday

P.M. they got me up and I passed out for few seconds as my blood pressure dropped to

66-44 so I got put back in bed and 2 IV's were given real fast and the house doctor

called. then I was on bed pan about every 1 1/2 hrs. Finally let me up to go to the

bathroom. I was catherized at midnight as bladder only part way emptied as usual.

I slept good till 3:00 AM Wednesday morning. They helped me up to bathroom and

I slept from 3:30 - 5:30 AM. Up in chair for breakfast and I walked to bathroom by

myself with walker and bowels moved for 1st time. On Wednesday noon the aide left

my foot pumps off so I could get out of bed by myself and use walker to go to

bathroom & I could call the nurse to help me get back in bed as I could not lift

my operated leg up into the bed. On Wednesday I had therapy of walking in halls

in AM. And PM. and did my 9 exercised in bed. Wednesday night I got up to go to

the bathroom at 10:00 PM., 12 & 4:30 PM. Then nurses helped me back to bed.

Thursday morning both doctors were in for my discharge. I did all my own bath

except my legs which the aide did. I ate an early 11:45 dinner in chair. At noon I

was able to get back in bed for the first time by myself. The little Mt. Carmel East

Ambulance picked me up at 1:15. I layed on a soft cot with head pillow, arriving at

Heartland of Centerburg at 2:00 PM. I got to bed at 4:15. I was tired and my right

hip and thigh were swollen quite a bit.

The Heartland of Centerburg nurse did her tests. I ate good supper and I was

weighed in at 160 lb. Tom, Rex and Tina all were in to help me get settled in.

Since my leg was swollen, I did not start therapy until Monday when morning

and afternoon therapy began. I could walk with walker, so I wanted more work on

lift exercises.

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and going up and down steps as I wanted to be able to climb steps which I had not

been able to do for nearly 2 years. I soon was going up and down their cement

steps from the basement to 1st floor 4 times a day before going home July 20, 2003,

in our truck.

Tom's Medical History

Tom had his appendix out after were were married and also his tonsils later.

He also had a stone come out of navel after using bread and milk poultices. On

Nov. 21, 1984 Tom came in at 4:30 P.M. and went to the bathroom and went back to

unload dryer with beans into a wagon. I began cutting up turkey as I had cooked

my turkey the day before Thanksgiving. Perry had driven paper truck all night and

combined soy beans all day and he was leaving for home to sleep when we heard Tom

yell just as Perry opened the house door to leave for home. We ran out to the dryer

Perry got there first and said, "I think Dad's legs are broken." he covered him

with a blanket and stayed with him while I called Croton Emergency. Before I

could get Tina called and clothes changed the squad was here. Doris Wilson rode

with Tom in squad van and we followed them to Mt. Carmel East Hospital and got

there around 6:00.

Since it was the night before Thanksgiving only one operating room was open.

It was in use and a small staff on emergency call. Luck would have it that Dr.

Rutherford, a bone specialist, was there on duty. The kids and I stayed with Tom

until they took him to surgery around 11:00 when I told them to go on home. I

worked folding laundry in the laundry room so I'd have something to do while

waiting. He left leg was crushed from knee to his ankle and his right leg was

broken from knee to ankle in over 8 places. All the doctor could do was clean

out the wounds leaving in the biggest pieces of bone and putting gauze packing

back in around the bones. I slept on a couch in the waiting room. Tina came in

the morning and took me home showing me the easiest way to come the next day to

the hospital.

On Friday they took Tom back to surgery and took out the gauze packing

and put in wick packing. Then Saturday they took out wick packing in his room

and his left leg were soft like a spoiled orange. He was cast from hip to toe on

both legs. The following Friday they did third surgery and tried to clean out

more around bones and recast him. The cast hit a pressure point on a nerve and

piece had to be cut out of the cast around his knee. He was given a total of 7

pints of blood. I drove the 22 miles to the hospital every day. He was on IV's

and antibiotics for 2 weeks as Doctor said he could lose both legs. The antibiotics

worked and his temperature did come down. Then he had to learn to slide from

hospital bed to wheel chair before they let him come home after being in hospital

for a month. He was glad to get home to his rented hospital bed with arm rails

to pull himself around and the electric air mattress that moved all the time so

he didn't get bed sores. I got 15 different pillow so block his legs at night so

he could get comfortable. He would turn on his light when he needed help to turn

of move as his leg casts were so heavy.

He had to go in every 2 weeks for x-rays which was quite a job as it took

several men to get him and his wheel chair down porch steps and into the car to

sit sideways with casts on the set. After 3 months in the full hip to toe straight

casts the Doctor took the casts off and put him in full casts but knees open and

had a metal rod that went to plastic strips that went around thighs so they did

bend a little and he could learn to walk. he got to take his first shower at 6

months when the casts taken off and full Vicrose wraps put on with steel supports

in them were used so he could walk and not put stress on his legs. He wore these

for six months. We went to Florida July 28th when my step dad had his heart attack

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was unconscious in the hospital and Mom needed help. We flew to Florida. Tom

was able to get around with his full braces on and to go to the church memorial

services when Val dies Aug. 12th, 1985. After a year he gradually began to wear

smaller braces until finally only a knee brace. By this time the nerves were

healing and he had to start using his tens unit (Trascutaneous electrical nerve

stimulator) which helped control the pain in his legs and knees.

We had to cash-rent the farm out as Tom was not able to walk and carry any

weight.

Tom Buxton had asthma as a child. When he was 6 years old he could remember

his grandmother burning something in a pail for him to breathe. It got better as

he grew up but he would still have an attack if he shoveled snow, ran etc.

We were married 1952 and he didn't have many attacks. I he did Dr. Godshall

prescribed little white pill which stopped it.

In 1989 Tom had his polyps removed from his sinus in his nose so he could

breathe through his nose.

In 1989 Tom got a bad sinus infection and his asthma came on strong putting

him in the hospital in Florida in fall of 1989 and again in Ohio in the spring of

of 1999. He was then a on a maintenance medicine Theo Dur 300 mg @ 2 a day and then

later on 3 a day which helped prevent more attacks.

In 1998 he started getting choked when he ate certain foods. This increased

in 1990 as he had developed a pouch in his esophagus, Here food would catch causing

him to choke and get food in his lungs. This choking increased his asthma attacks.

On July 2, 1999, Dr. Bailey in Marion operated and removed this pouch and cut

places in sphenter muscle to help his reflux. Tom got along well with his surgery

and 4 day hospital stay. The next six months he had very little asthma even without

taking any Theo Dur as he didn't seem to need it.

On Dec. 20, 1999 while in Florida Tom was in dust and cigarette smoke at a

thrift shop. The next day his sinus stared draining. He took decongestants but it

didn't help very much. By January 1 his asthma was bad. We went to Clermont, FL.

doctor three times for breathing treatments, antibiotics and steroids and new

inhalers. Nothing seemed to help very much.

On Jan. 8, 2000 he was in wood smoke at our campgrounds in Wildwood and two

puffs on ventilator-inhaler would only last two hours. By Thursday morning, Jan 13th

at 5:30 a.m. we went the to Leesburg Regional Medical Center emergency room. We

got there in 25 minutes. Tom was so low on air he had a hard time walking. He was

given immediate treatment while I filled out papers. The Emergency Room continued

to get busier all day. Tom did get a room by 5:00 p.m. There were still 16 emergency

rooms full, 8 beds in emergency hallway and the waiting room was full. He had 7

breathing treatments IV steroids, 4 antibiotics and breathing treatments around the

clock every four hours. He stayed in the Hospital Thursday, Friday and he came home

Saturday at 3:00 P.M. After only three days at home Tom was worse again and had to

go back to the emergency room Tuesday night at 10:00 P.M.

He got a room by Wednesday morning at 2:30 a.m. I had two hours sleep in the

third floor lounge as the third floor in the hospital was all men with breathing

problems so I couldn't sleep in his room. Friday afternoon after he got to breathing

better I decided I had to drive home myself instead of calling friends to get me.

I got home OK so then each day I drove in at 8:30 and left at 3:00 p.m. This time

they kept him 7 days and he got home

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Wednesday, Jan. 26, 2000, at 2:00 P. M. His catscan showed his lungs full but

xray showed no pneumonia. He was not able to cough up any phlegm until the 4th

day after using breathing pulsator and beating on his back finally loosened it

and he was stronger. The phlegm test showed it was a streptococci bacteria

infection.

The home health nurses came out to the motor home Jan. 27, 28, 29 and Feb 1st.

Each one helped us learn different things to help his asthma. After being very

careful to stay out of the things which trigger his asthma attacks (wood smoke,

cigar smoke, perfume, car fumes, cleaning chemicals) we arrived home safely in

Ohio March 19, 2000.

Tom had his low functioning no stones gall bladder removed at Mt. Carmel

Hospital in Columbus, Ohio, on May 7, 2004. the 45 minute surgery by Dr. Jason

Keith went well with only 4 small holes needed but he did stay ovenight in the

hospital.

Also, in 2004, Tom had anesthetic for a colonoscopy and later a throat

exploration clear into his stomach. All the tests were normal but still he has

stomach pain off and on after he eats. In 2005, he had a small bowel follow study

which was normal with no blockage.

Cancer in My Family

Here is a list of those who had cancer in my father's family and their

children who also had cancer.

My father, Arthur Murphy died of lympho sarcoma Cancer at the age of 61 years.

His son, Lovett Murphy died of colon cancer at the age of 60.

My father's sister, Ella Murphy Taylor died late in life of Breast Cancer.

She was 92.

Her daughter, Grace Taylor Bell had had breast cancer.

My father's sister, Martha Murphy McElroy died of breast cancer latter in

life. Her daughter, Rose Ella McElroy Grove has thyroid cancer. And Martha's son,

Donald McElroy also had cancer.

My father's brother Darrel Murphy did not have cancer, but Darrel's daughter,

Mary Ellen Murphy Lynne had lung cancer.

My Father's aunt on his Mother's side, Goldie Sinkey had breast cancer.

Memorable Moments in Our Family

Tina's Graduation First Great Grandchildren

[Photo] [Photo] [Photo]

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Attending Tina's Graduation From Cara Maryann Taylor Jenna Marie Cox

Bowling Green University in 1978 11 weeks, Oct. 29, 2005 Born Sept. 24, 2005

7 lb. 13 oz.

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Other Papers of Rachel Murphy Buxton

Program for Friendly Club of Condit Presbyterian Church

May 7, 1997

By Rachel Murphy Buxton

There were many teachers in our family history, thus education and

teaching played an important roll in our family.

The teachers on my mother's side

1. My great uncle, Frank Olmstead Cox, who was a missionary in

Africa for many years.

2. My second cousin, Elsie Olmsted Cox, who was director and

teacher at the Seventh Day Advent Academy in Mt. Vernon, Ohio.

The teachers on my father's side

1. My grandfather, Farrah Murphy, was a teacher and an educator

all his life.

2. My grandmother, Grace Chadwick Murphy was a teacher at the Perfect

School District School for 2 years before she married Grandpa.

3. My great aunt Goldie Chadwick Sinkey was a teacher in Youngstown,

Ohio all her life.

4. My aunt Ella Murphy Taylor taught all her life in Berlin High School.

5. My second cousin, Nellie Murphy, was a teacher all her life.

6. My great aunt, Cora Murphy, was a professor of Bible at Ohio Wesleyan

College in Delaware, Ohio. She went to grade school at Condit, then

4 years Ohio Wesleyan for her BA in 1905. She had her Bachelor of

Divinity plus several post-graduate schools.

7. My second cousin, Margaret Murphy Gillis, graduated from Sunbury High

High School. Received her B. A. from Ohio Wesleyan. She also got

degrees from University of Chicago and took courses at University of

Florida, Ohio State University, Bowling Green University, and St.

Petersburg, Fl. college. She was a teacher all her life and her last

8 years she was principal and teacher at American Legion Hospital for

Crippled Children.

8. My Great Grandmother Chadwick was a school teacher.

I'm the sixth generation to have lived on Murphy Hill Farm in the house just

west of where Marve and Pat Monroe live Murphy Road.

My grandfather, Farrah Carl Murphy (known as F.C.) was born April 13, 1874 and

died June 26, 1966 at age 92 years. He went to Trenton Township School his first 9

years. The 9th grade was a college preparatory grade which most schools did not

have. Then he went to Ohio State University for a 2 yr. agricultural course. When he

went to Ohio State at this time in 1892 it was held on the edge of Columbus in an

open field with only about 400 students.

Then Farrah Murphy at age 23 yr. taught school for a while at the North Condit

School for $20 a month. He had a special tonic he gave his students so they wouldn't

fake an illness and miss school. It contained quinine, castor oil, drop of

turpentine, a touch of coal

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tar, and capsicum which was very hot. It was a very effective cure and the kids

never faked an illness again.

Farrah was interested in Granges. He served as head master of Condit Grange

for many years. He helped organize several other granges in the county and was

honored in 1949 for his service to the Grange.

In 1900 Farrah married Grace Chadwick of Condit. Her father owned and

operated a tile mill in North Condit and it was widely known for its fine tile.

Grace also taught school at Perfect School District which is the red brick

building that still stands on the old 3 C Highway.

They had four children; (1) Arthur (my father who lived in the first house

on the north side of Murphy Road just off 605 road; (2) Darrell Murphy (Known as

Pat) who lived on Beacom road just of 61 north of Sunbury, (3) Ella Murphy Taylor

who lived near Berlin and taught school there, (4)Martha Murphy McElroy lived on

Ross road north from Murphy road.

Farrah Murphy was always interested in education, and was an advocate for

consolidation of the county on-room schools in the Sunbury district, and it finally

was accomplished about 1920.

In 1918 Farrah helped form and was secretary of the first cooperative elevator

in Delaware County, located at Condit. It was a tremendous undertaking and he and

Mr. Charles Comstock spent many a sleepless night before it was accomplished.

Farrah was a member of the County Board of Education for 14 years. It was

during this time that the Sunbury News editor, Bill Whitney, was hunting for a name

for the school district. Mr. Whitney was talking Mr Murphy and asked him if he had

any ideas for a name. Mr. Murphy said that Big Walnut Creek runs through the

district so why not call it Big Walnut. So that became its name.

Besides farming, Mr Murphy and his sister, Cora Murphy, Who was a Bible

professor at Ohio Wesleyan College in Delaware, Ohio, traveled through England,

Europe and the Holy Lands. This was the high light of his life and he enjoyed

telling of his experiences there. Mr. Charles Green (a neighbor of Farrah) and

Goldie McQue, a friend of Cora, went with them. Farrah gained information which

he used when he lectured at the Farmers Institute and later wrote a book.

Farrah taught the young men's Bible Sunday School class at Condit Presbyterian

Church for over 20 years and he always enjoyed the services there.

Although Farrah was a busy man, he was a good neighbor and a fine father.

He took time to play with his children with a walk in the woods, a trip to the

store, or even a skating party on the pond. Farrah and Grace had daily devotions

in the home for the whole family.

Farrah believed in discipline in the home one time when the kids were noisy

in the room when Farrah and Grace were studying the Bible, Aunt Ella had to sit in

the corner and couldn't talk for an hour. Another time, aunt Martha and her cousin,

Harold Sinkey, who came to visit each summer, transplanted corn plants in Grandpa

Murphy's garden which were about a foot high as they had seen tomatoes, cabbage,

etc. plants being transplanted. Since they were only 4-6 yr. old, they had a very

stern lecture.

Farrah Murphy could not have a accomplished what he did had it not the many

sacrifices of fine Christian wife, grace, as she stayed home during his tour of

Europe and

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with the help of her two sons, did the farm work that summer.

Grace Loren Chadwick was born in Sunbury in 1878 and her father was a

salesman. When she was 2 years old they moved to a new house at Condit Station.

Mr. Chadwick, along with a partner, operated a tile mill. Grace soon had a

baby brother named Garfield, then 7 years later a brother, Loren and after 14

more years a sister named Goldie. Three years later a sister, Mildred, and

finally two years later another brother named Raymond. This made her youngest

brother, Raymond, 18 years younger than Grace.

Grace Chadwick was small for her age and had long blond hair. She had to

wear glasses at the age of 11 years. She was also the oldest granddaughter in the

family. Grace took care of her 5 brothers and sisters many times when her mother

was sick.

Farrah Murphy had three brothers who died of flu; Glenn Murphy, 7 mos. old in

1868, Delano Abram Murphy, 22 years old in 1886 and Ernest Thornton Murphy, 22. yr.

in 1894. They had all three died before the big influenza epidemic of 1918.

I never understood how the Murphys got the money to buy all their farm land,

as nearly all the sons were given a farm, until I studied the Murphy family tree.

Tax records show that in 1806 William, 2nd, and Benjamin paid taxes in Pleasant Twp.

Edward Murphy in Richmond Twp.

William Murphy I and his 3 sons, William II, Benjamin and Edward came to Ohio

near Buckeye Lake. William Murphy I, the father, was 50 years old and a widower. He

married Mary Ball who was 18 years old in 1803. William I and Mary Ball had Bazzil

Murphy who was Farrah Murphy's grandfather. When Bazzil's father died his mother,

Mary Ball Murphy, brought her son, Bazzil, to Delaware, Ohio. Bazzil Murphy

courted and married a wealthy girl in Delaware, Ohio, named Rachel Algire. Rachel's

father, W. K. Algire bought a woolen mill enterprise in 1873 which had started in

Delaware. His stock company was worth $30,000. He built a 40 x 90 foot brick

building and supplied with machinery for manufacturing of woolen goods in general,

but it was not in operation as written in Delaware County History.

In 1828 Bazzil Murphy and Rachel Algire were married and the same year bought

the Jenny Green farm which is about 1 mile south of the Condit Presbyterian Church

on 605 highway. Bazzil also bought 100 acres at auction across Murphy Road, south

of Marve and Pat Monroe's house for $5 an acre.

Bazzil and Rachel's son, Charles Leif Murphy, who married Martha Adam, whose

ancestors came over on the Mayflower boat, came to Vans Valley and Murphy Hill and

bought the north side of Murphy Road known Murphy Hill Farm. Charles and Martha

built the first brick house here in 1870 with money Charles made from wool he sold

at $1.00 per lb. during the Civil War. He also dug the pond with a dam on the west

side where the water was the deepest. I remember how my father kept fixing the dam

in later years as the muskrats kept making it leak.

The house burned when I was 4 years old in February 1939 but I still remember

rocking on my knees in our rocking chair and watching out the glass of our east

living door at the fire and smoke as the house smoldered in the attic where the

fire had started. I also remember later that summer when my grandparents, Farrah

and Grace Murphy, lived in the garage while the house was being rebuilt. I remember

how bad the catalpa worms were that summer with the worms crawling all over the

ground under the catalpa tree just south of the garage.

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Charles and Martha Murphy gave their nine children a chance to get a good

education and develop their inherited talents which led several of them to

distinguished careers away from the farm. l. Arthur Murphy (Farrah's Murphy's

oldest brother) graduated from law college and was a lawyer in the District

Attorney's office in Bowling Green, Ohio. 2. Lovett Murphy was a renowned

traveler, photographer, journalist and publisher. He combined three newspapers

to start the paper now known as The Sunbury News. 3. Cora Murphy who graduated

from Ohio Wesleyan College plus several other college courses, was a Bible Professor

at Ohio Wesleyan. 4. Farrah Murphy who graduated from Ohio State College was a

teacher, farmer, lecturer, and author. 5. Gertrude Murphy who helped her husband

in the publishing business with her brother, Lovett Murphy. 6. Grant Murphy

inherited 75 acres of woodland from his father, Charles and built a large 2-story

house and a big barn after clearing some of the land. On may 6, 1941 the barn

blew down during one of the worst wind and hail storms in years. Hail stones as

large as baseballs fell followed by severe winds. My husband Thomas Edward Buxton,

said he can remember when he was 11 yrs. old this storm. It was at graduation time

and it knocked the north windows out of the Croton School House. Grant Murphy's

oldest son, Mac Murphy, lived to be 104 years old and died in 2001. He was a

renowned submarine electrical engineer in both World War I and World War II with

many metals of honor and lived in California. After Grant Murphy's death, his

children sold the farm in 1960.

The other 2 brothers died young of the flu so did not get to live to their

potential.

Charles and Martha Murphy gave the land north of Murphy Road to their son,

Farrah Murphy and daughter, Cora Murphy. The land south of the road that Charles's

father, Bazzil Murphy, bought was given to Charles and then Charles left his part

to sons, Lovett and Grant Murphy. Later Farrah Murphy bought his sister, Cora's

land and his brother, Lovett's land.

North of the road land went to Farrah's daughter, Ella Murphy Taylor and the

smaller house on the northwest went Farrah's daughter-in-law, Ethel Murphy Anderson,

as Arthur died of cancer in 1962 at 61 years of age. The land on the south side of

the road went to Farrah's son, Arthur, then to Arthur and Ethel's son, Lovett

Murphy, then to Lovett Murphy's son, Joe Murphy, who still owns the woods and

farming ground.

The north side of Ella Murphy Taylor's hill house and west pasture was sold

to Marvin and Pat Monroe. The north west house Ethel Murphy Anderson sold to

Mankins and is now owned by Tom and Nickie Horman.

Joe Murphy is the 7th generation of Murphys and is building a new house in

the northeast section of the woods in 2005.

MY GREAT UNCLE LOVETT

Written by Rachel Murphy (Buxton) in 1948 for a school report

with Grandpa Murphy's help (Born 1867)

My uncle at age 24 years started the Trentor Agitator, a newspaper that

favored prohibition in the year 1884. He printed it first in the upstairs of my

grandfather's house for several years. Then he built a building in Condit where

Bill Ford lives now, to have his newspaper office in. He was there three years.

He just got the paper going good when he bought out the Sunbury Monitor, the

Centerburg Gazette, and the Croton Independent. All three of these papers were

operated under the same management. In a year or two, he sold

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All three of these papers which later became what we now call the Sunbury News.

After he sold these papers out, he bought another paper business in Columbus.

It was also a paper which favored prohibition. This paper business which he bought

in Columbus he moved to Cleveland. He then sold his interest out in it.

After he sold out in Cleveland, he took up a homestead in Michigan. He stayed

here until the temperature got down to 40 degrees below zero. He couldn't stand this

temperature so he left his homestead and started for the state of Washington (on

foot without any money at all). He got his meals by washing dishes in restaurants on

the way. He stopped at Basiman, Montana. The editor of this town's paper was sick so

Lovett stayed and ran his paper until the editor recovered. From Basiman he went to

Seattle, Washington, part on foot and part on train.

When in Seattle he learned of Yukon gold rush.He took a boat to Alaska.

Instead of mining gold, he and his partner (which he picked up on the way) chopped

wood for $6 a chord.

After spending the winter in Alaska, he came down to California and worked

in the grape vineyards and orange groves for some time. Tiring of California he

came back to Ohio with the same amount of money in his pocket, which was about

$40, as he had when he left his homestead in Michigan.

When he came back to Ohio his father had died and he inherited 40 acres

of land which was mostly woods.

Here in the middle of the woods he built a round house with his own hands.

On one side was a fireplace, in the top was a skylight which was the only light

besides the door. (You can still see in our woods where his well was.) Nearly

all the walls were lined with books. He even had pet snakes to keep away the rats.

He lived here and studied for about for about three years. He studied the Bible

and religious philosophy.

In 1904, the time of the St. Louis World's Fair, he leased land and built

cottages about five miles out of St. Louis which he rented to the tourists who

were attending the fair. They even had a big catering place here. After the

close of the fair, the houses at Cottage City were freighted to Sunbury and sold.

He then took a sudden notion to go South, so he went to New Orleans. All the

money he had was $100. One morning when he went to buy his breakfast he found that

all his money had been stolen, so he had to wash dishes for the meal. Being he had

no money, he got a job working on the railroad as a carpenter.

In 1907 he followed the rail of Lewis and Clark and prepared a historical

lecture, which he planned to give with pictures he would take on the way.

When he got to Seattle, Washington, he took his camera and went on north

to Alaska. In Alaska he went beyond the out most trading posts, taking pictures

and prospecting for gold. Every day he wrote his geographical descriptions of

this part of Alaska.

When he and his partner were coming down a cold and very swift river, their

Canoe struck a log and over turned. His partner swam to shore. Lovett drowned

according to the message sent by his partner, even though he was an excellent

swimmer, because he would not take off his boots, the current drug him under.

this event happened 150 miles from any settlement, so his body was never

recovered. His camera, journal and every thing was lost in the deep, soaring

water.

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LOVETT TAFT MURPHY, INFORMATION ABOUT HIS DEATH IN ALASKA


Mr. Murphy left this part of the country for Seattle in January last.

In his trip west he became snowbound in the mountains. Early in the spring he

in company with several others, purchased a gasoline launch at Seattle which

they had transported to Alaska where they used it to explore many of the

Tributaries of the Yukon. In the loss of the departed the County loses on of

its most brilliant minds.


Letter to Miss Cora Murphy from Fred B. Borden dated 9/19/07, written on

steamship enroute to Tacoma.


Regarding death of L. T. Murphy on 9/3 he and I with Indian guide had

taken our row boat up the Sushitma River and had prospected considerable finding

nothing of great value. We ran out of provisions and he and I started down the

river in our row boat making 70 miles the first day safely. The second morning

after about an hour's travel with Mr. Murphy steering a cross current caught our

boat and dashed it against a large log caught on a bar. The boat overturned and

got away from us leaving us hanging on the snag. The current here was nearly 10

miles an hour and the shore about 100 yards away. After observing the direction of

the current and the best manner of reaching shore we started swim. I barely made

it and I am a good swimmer and after I reached shore I was barely able to raise up

on my elbow. I could see Mr. Murphy still some distance out gradually being taken

down stream. He seemed to be getting weaker but was making a brave fight. The

current was too strong however and I finally saw him disappear beneath the water.

He was heavily encumbered with clothing including a pair of hip rubber boots which

he refused to take off against my advice. The water is extremely cold and he may

have been taken by a cramp. As soon as I could walk I went down stream as far as

far as possible but could find no trace of him. Luckily an Indian came up the river

the next day and I hired him to take me down to the nearest settlement about 70

miles as I had nothing to eat. I waited there 6 days until 2 other parties had come

down the river but as they found no trace I came outside. Mr. Murphy had

considerable funds on his person including all mine. They were mostly certified

checks unendorsed.


Letter to Mr. F. C. Conley from Fred B. Borden dated 10/29/07,

Tacoma Washington.

Yours of the 8 inst received by me today. I was delayed in Valdez by business

matters and did not arrive here until yesterday. In reply to your questions I will

try and give you what information you ask for. Maynard and Recsci left us about the

first of Aug. as they had then had enough of Alaska. Mr. Murphy and I went up the

river alone with an Indian guide. We

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were on our way out when our accident happened. We could have been down to

Sushitma Station in another day. The launch we had run up the Sushitma River

and tied it up to the shore while we proceeded up in a row boat. Unfortunately

the river raised and as the launch leaked considerable it sunk. I engaged men

at Sushitma Station to go up and raise it and bring it down the river. I have

since heard they they were successful and that the launch is now at Knik. They

will hold the boat as security until the cost of salvaging same is paid. I have

written for the bill of same. All of Mr. Murphy's things of any value were on

the row boat. This included all clothes, blankets, camera, books and I believe

everything. We recovered absolutely nothing although I had the Indian take me all

around that portion of the river. The river at this point runs in so many

different channels and is so swift and turbid that there is very little hopes of

finding either the body or anything that was in the boat. I left orders at Sushitma

Station to give a suitable reward to any Indian or other that would bring in

anything. I also took some pains to see as many of the Indians as possible and tell

them that there would be a good reward for anything they might find.

I spoke in particular about the suitcase that contained the journal, books,

etc. and the camera. the journal in particular is a big loss as I know that Mr.

Murphy took great pains with it and it was complete and very interesting. As you

say it is invaluable. The bills unpaid were small in amount. I believe they were as

follows. Due Indians for guiding us one month at $2.00 per day - $60.00. 100 gal.

gasoline purchased at Sushitma Station at $.65 - $65.00. the reason these bills were

payable by him was that he was to pay all expenses of the last trip if I was to go

with him when the others left. He had some money of mine on him as he acted as

the treasurer. I don't know whether this was included in the certified checks or

whether it was in cash. I do not know the amount of either. He intended to pay

these bills when he got back to the Station. We had no specimens of gold or other

mineral with us as we had found nothing of any value when we were forced to

come out on account of running out of provisions. He told me once about his timber

claim. It is in Clallam Co. this State and consists of 80 acres. I recently sold

a claim in that County of 120 acres for $2,500. The claim is probably worth from

$1,000 to $1,200. I cannot give you the exact figures as he had forgotten the

description of the land. I can look the matter up however and send you the

description and cash value of same. These timber lands are sold under the U.S.

laws and can be sold at any time. No assessment work or any other work has to be

done on them and there are no taxes due until the second year after taking up. If

you would care for my advice would say that Clallam timber is good property and

well worth hanging on to as the Milwaukee Road intends building through the Section.

If the surrounding timber is sold however it is best to sell at once as it is

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to take it. It deserves careful attention. My attorney has informed me that the

administrator must live in the State in which the property is located. The checks

were drawn on the National Bank of Commerce, Seattle and I have the number of one of

them. They were unendorsed and can be recovered by the administrator giving a bond

to cover. There will be no trouble to get full value on these. Your uncle did not

call. -----

Comment -

My uncle Lovett was a famous Woodsman, World Traveler, Writer, and Commercial

Photographer. this was his second Alaskan adventure. His first trip was in 1897 when

the famous Klondike Gold Rush was the lure. I remember him quite well. He always

brought presents to my brothers and me when returning form one of his trips. Two

I remember were a steam engine that whistled and a gun that he hand carved. I also

remember his cabin and clearing where he lived for a couple of years after being

taken down by consumption. He grew his own vegetables, hunted for meat and doctored

himself with herb and other woods medicines of his own concoctions. He also believed

in Christian Science. After his recovery he was often called on by others who were

ailing. On this last trip west he mailed me a picture postcard from Chicago which I

still have. Very little of his estate was recovered. The railroad through the

timber was not built so there was no practical way to get the timber to an eastern

market. With no one to look out for it some of the best timber was supposed to have

been logged off by poachers and taxes offset the remaining value.

Note - On Present day maps the Sushitma River is spelled Susitna. It flows into

cook Inlet and has its headwaters near Mr. McKinley National Park.

E. M. Murphy


This is taken from Earl Macklin Murphy's book "Murphey-Murphy"



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[page 62]

[corresponds to page 59 of Pages of Our Lives]

WHAT MAY BE DONE TO IMPROVE THE SOCIAL, MORAL AND

INTELLECTUAL CONDITION OF THE FARM

L.T. MURPHY, AUTHOR

Published in the Sunbury, Ohio News, February 8, 1900 and

Read at a Meeting of the Farmers Institute


I love solitude. I love a somber forest, whose dreamy shadows make me dream of

paradise. I love a lonely mountain path threading deep chasms which echo the thunder

of foaming cataracts. I love bold mountains whose jagged peaks puncture the clouds.

I love the sea - its vain rage as it battles with the bellowing tempest; its low

sobbings as it settles to rest after the storm, seems to mirror my mood - my own

fruitless struggles against destiny. I love the laughter of the rollicking brooks,

the soft music of summer winds, the glad songs of the birds. I love environs wild

and free, unvexed by human art. And yet, a deep instinct, I shall know the need

which calls for society and the conditions necessary to meet it.

I perceive that my success in life depends upon the faith I have in myself.

But I perceive also that this confidence is only conceit until it is confirmed by

another. No word can stand save in the mouth of two witnesses. Not the most intoxi-

cating landscape - the richest ravishment which nature affords - can give me one

atom of delight, until I have confided it to another, and he had approved. In vain

royal nectar of the skies until another has sipped also and pronounced it good.

society comes to be my witness, to confirm my report, to stand sponsor for my

integrity.

He who would fulfill this function must be a man of faith. Let no unbeliever

essay it. In spite of the contradictions of my conduct, he must hold to the belief

of my essential holiness. In the face of any number of failures he must still

affirm that I can succeed.

I have a stake in all lives. the meanest man mirrors my meanness. I am

complimented by the man who hates. I like a good healthy enemy. One man only I

can never forget. His name is Hypocrite. The me that you hate, I hate also. So

make your indictment and I will sign it.

But I cannot live on shadow,. I want a man who can discern in my very defects

the handwriting of destiny.

this faith cometh not through colleges or culture. He who finds must leave

the crowd and seek alone that great still Presence which bounds all being and links

all lives in the bonds of universal brotherhood. He must banish blind belief and be

at one with that Presence.

This At-one-moment is the supreme fact of life. It has well been called the

sun. All planets circle round it. When you date your letter A.D. 1900, you witness

to your fiend that the old world of sense has circled 1900 times around this

luminary.

Galileo simply published a local. There is no law of gravitation.

Centripetence to this central fact is the only force that holds either molecules

or men together. You cannot build a society out of infidels. France wrote in her

creed: "O Reason thou art the only god." Then she wrote in the world's sky in

letters of blood and fire. "O God, thou art the only reason!" You cannot contend

against the Hold Ghost. Deny it the higher planes: it will speak on the lower.

You will not believe the "I Am." Then take the "I Was" and the "I Will Be",

and mighty sea of sorrow that rolls between them. Your god has gone on a long

journey. He will not be back soon; but you have invented a devil to hold the

reins through the long

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interregnum. You will not have prophets and seers; then put up with preachers

and theologians. You do not believe that a man may know; then have your

professors and professional men.

The Divinity is quite well today, thank you, but you do not believe in

a whole divinity; then have your doctors of the divinity.

You deny the common wealth, then take private wealth. Let blind greed

mass its millions, and hollow-eyed poverty clutch its crust.

You deny the Souls expansion. Then you will write expansion in your

national creed. You will send out your missionaries to preach it. Englishmen will

go down into Africa and butcher a few thousand Boers. Americans will preach it in

the Philippines, to music of cannon with death - moans, and midnight murder shrieks

for a doxology. And the devil will pronounce the benediction.

Hide your ignorance behind titles and diplomas. Hide your meanness and misery

behind big houses and luxurious surroundings. for your spiritual birthright take

this pottage of material progress, and the colossal conceit that goes with it. You

have caught the lightning and harnessed it. Yes like Pat caught the panther.

You have such splendid facilities for sending messages. Yes, but you haven't

any message. Cushi can outrun Ahemiaz, but the kings heart is breaking and Cushi

has no message.

You get your newspaper before the ink dry but the news smells musty. Conquests

in Africa, conquests in the Philippines, murders, suicides - all that was on in

Caesar's time. What's your hurry? If you should get a new idea by any mischance,

you could send a man around the world with it on foot, and he would get back in

time to take your next.

Your swift trains, your improved machinery; you dispatch your work with such

speed. do you know the meaning of that principle of mechanics: "That which is

gained in time is lost in power?" Do you know what this craze for machinery costs

you?

Where are your Shakespeares today? They are making mowing machines. Where are

your Phidiases? They are making china dolls.

Where are you Platos? Making armorplate. Where are your Dantes? They are

writing dime novels. where are You Michael Angelos? they are making horseless

carriages. Where are your Raphaels? they are inventing rat-traps.

Heaven gives only so much fire. You can use it to smelt pig-iron, or to

fuse facts into an immortal poem. But you cannot do both. You blot out heaven

with the breath of your blast furnaces. You build costly churches but the pews

are empty. Your ministers have no message and the people know it. Beat your

drums and tambourines on the street. The multitude will pause a moment; they

want a live creed; you offer only dead dogmas, then they will go to the slums.

Your real confessions of faith is the one you make unconsciously. You sing

"The great physician now is near," but I notice you run your horse for the doctor

when your sick, and then I know which physician you pin your faith to. It was a

rich piece of irony, the fact that the Delaware fire company insured against fire.

But I know of one better even that. We have an old church out at Vans Valley.

We were afraid God was getting tired of it. We were afraid he would come some night

when we were not watching and set fire to it, or hitch one of his tornados to it

and tip it over. So we engaged an insurance company to stand surety for the good

behavior of the deity for the next 12 months. Our deity is demented, but this

company will guard him from doing himself any damage during his mad fits.

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Men are bound to believe in something but what social intellectual or moral

conditions are possible in an age whose God is insane and requires a guardian.

Outward conditions are only beliefs materialized. I read your creed in your

institutions. Belief builds a city. The same belief sends the boy to the city.

Everything in the city confirms that belief. The youth soon loses his identity

in the crowd. Mephistopheles puzzled Faust by declaring "I am a part of a part."

It is the very essence of diabolism, this being "a part of a part. Only that which

is whole can be wholly. The youth is no longer a unity. He is not even a fraction,

but only a part of the nation, etc. A fraction whose denominator is multiplied

too its numerator is lost in the abyss of earths teeming millions. He learns a

trade. But trade too long has adopted the orthodox creed. Division of labor is a

very practical way of saying that man is depraved and unholy. He enters a

manufacturing plant. Instantly his integrity is challenged. Trade does not believe

in wholly me.

He is only a fraction and he is not permitted to make anything holy. It

is a plant where tin pails are made and he is set to operate a die or crimper.

Or it is a shoe plant and he out soles or uppers. He is not a man now but only

a hand and an eye. He is not even a machine but only a part of a machine. All

his higher faculties are denied. At night he goes into a big library, and

instantly his intelligence is challenged. The very existence of such a collection

of books is presumption of his ignorance. He had a certain fund of knowledge

which seemed to possess a kind of organic unity and draw to it and assimilate

new facts, as the plant or animal gathers assimilates its food. And this sense of

completeness gave him confidence and courage. But he very atmosphere of this place

avers that his faith is only conceit. The book he takes up is interesting, but he

knows only a part of its truths. The boo is only a part of the library and the

libary is only a part of the world's literature, and all the world's literature is

only a drop of the infinite ocean of truth. the thought seems to lift a mental veil

disclosing unfathomable abysses of ignorance. He has met Mephistopheles now on a

mental plane. He mind is not microcosm then. It is a fraction whose denominator is

omniscience. He reads now with a certain feverish haste. He watches the clock.

He wears that haunted look which you see so often in the student's face. that fever

which throbs through all the arteries of modern life in his veins. It is Sunday

and he attends church. the creed which built the city and called him to it is

preached to him again. It comes to him with a new emphasis now. This is the creed:

man is unholy, depraved. vice is natural, virtue artificial. He is mortgaged to

the devil for all he is worth. His only hope a moral bankruptcy law which enables

him to make an assignment and prevent foreclosure.

He has met Mephistopheles now on a moral plane. He had conceded that he was

poor, he had admitted that he was ignorant, but at least he was honest: this

conviction had still held him to high ideals. But now his manhood is driven from

this last last rampart. He is a criminal out on bail. He is told that his only

hope is to fell and leave his bondsman to suffer for his crime. When he has

accepted this his self respect has made its last stand. He is seen lost in the

crowd.

Society is not possible while you hold this creed. Then write in your

confessions of faith that every life is an "incarnation." Write that each life

is an epitome of all life. Write that the bootblack kneeling on the curbstone

is heir to an estate wider than the farthest plant's parallax. Write it in all

your institutions.

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[page 65]

[corresponds to page 62 of Pages of Our Lives]

Ella Murphy's Tape

My Friendly club June 2, 1999 program was about Ella Murphy Taylor, my father

Arthur Murphy's sister.

Ella was born and raised on Murphy Hill at 15545 Murphy Road where Marve and

Pat Monroe now live.

She graduated from Sunbury High School and Ohio Wesleyan University. She

obtained a masters degree from Columbia University. She was a teacher and eventually

became principal of the Berlin township School.

Ella made this tape for nieces and nephews when she was 77 years old. On the

tape, Ella talks about her childhood and the lives of parents Farrah and Grace

Murphy.

After a short illness with breast cancer in 1997, she moved in with her

daughter Grace Bell in Sunbury till her death. She was given a 90th birthday party

in 1996 and died a year latter on Sept 15th, 1997, at 91 years.

[Photo]

[Photo caption]

Ella's 90th birthday

Seated: Rosalyn Taylor, Ella Taylor, Amy Bricker

Standing: John Taylor, Grace and Dennis Bell

Here is her taped message:

Farrah C. Murphy whom may best be remembered for his having suggested the name

Big Walnut for the Sunbury School district, lived the grater part of the last

century, 1874 to 1966. He lived in an age of change from horse and buggy days

to automobile to supersonic space travel to the moon.

His maternal grandparents, John Adams and Desire Cook who were two of the

very first white children in Harlem Township lived during the greater part of

the previous century, and also experienced tremendous changes. They came with

their parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Adams, and Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin Cook to Harlem

Township from Luzerne County, Pennsylvania, in 1809 and 1807. They came riding

in a wagon pulled by oxen and they lived in an Indian cabin while their houses

of cabins were being built. This was rugged life and many changes were coming.

They had to make their own clothing and build their own buildings, clear their

own land, and kill something for food (wild animals, usually wild turkeys).

Their menfolk had to go as far as Chillicothe for salt and grinding of the feed

for their animals, and so the women and children had to stay at home and

sometimes had Indian visitors.

In 1825, F. C. Murphy's grandparents were married and built a cabin back

of the Harlem Methodist Church, and for 150 years their descendant played as

children on the hillside behind the church. Farrah Murphy, the 7th son of Martha

Adams-Murphy and Charles Murphy, was born and raise in a brick house atop

Murphy Hill (the highest spot in Delaware County). He and his youngest sister

Cora, learned much from their mother as well as from their older brothers.

Their brothers, two of whom were publishers of the newspaper called "The Agitator"

(that would have been Lovett and Delno) It was from this experience that Farrah

practiced writing when he was a lad of 12 and continued both reading and

and writing

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throughout his lifetime. His brothers were great readers also, as well as his mother

who had been a teacher before marriage.

Mr. Murphy went to the Trenton Special School District in Condit, Ohio. The

little schoolhouse still stands there besides the cemetery, and there he got a

better education then many young people do today. He had a beloved teacher, by the

name of Russell Bennett, who taught not only the first eight grades, but also the

ninth grade and had 45 pupils. It was necessary, therefore, for some of the older

pupils to help with the younger ones: and I'm sure that Farrah did his share of that

as well as Grace. Farrah went for one year to Ohio Wesleyan after the ninth grade

at Condit, and here he stayed with his Aunt Lynn.

Then after more or less preparatory work, he went onto Ohio State University

Where he studied in the field of Agriculture. At that time the Ohio State University

was in an open field at the edge of the city of Columbus and had only 400 pupils or

students. Farrah Murphy taught school for a time after he graduated from college.

He taught at the North Condit school where he received $20 a month for his services.

He recalled a very effective tonic that he administered to his pupils when they

faked illness, so they could skip school. He used a mixture of quinine, castor oil,

a touch of coal tar, a drop of turpentine, and some capsicum (Cring's Balm) which

was very hot; and this remedy was very effective. They never missed a second day

unless they were really sick.

From young manhood, Mr. Murphy was interested in grange work and community

affairs. He served as Master of Condit Grange for many years and helped organized

several other granges in the county. For this he was honored in 1949, much to his

pleasure.

In 1900 Farrah Murphy married Grace Chadwick of Condit. Her father owned and

operated a tile mill there, and was widely known throughout the countryside for his

fine tile. She also taught school at what is known the perfect district. At present

the little red brick school house still stands on the old 3 C highway, not far from

3-C Apple Orchard. This couple lived on Murphy Hill throughout their lives. They

worked hard on over 200 acres of land. They raised Jersey cattle, sheep, and hogs;

and of course had a few horses, turkeys, and chickens. They had four living

children; Arthur (the oldest), Darrel (sometimes called Pat, very close to Arthur),

and then after 3 1/2 years, Ella (now Mrs. David Taylor), and then 12 years later,

Martha (Mrs. Harvey McElroy).

Farrah Murphy was always interested and advocated consolidation of the

county's one room schools and especially the one at Condit where he and his children

had gone to school. Finally, this consolidation was accomplished.

In 1918, he helped form and became the secretary of the first cooperative

Elevator in Delaware county at Condit, Ohio. This was a tremendous undertaking for

him and for Mr. Comstock who was the president and they spent many sleepless nights

wondering whether or not this would succeed, but it did.

F.C. as he was often called because his name was so widely misunderstood

and misspelled, was a member of the county Board of Education for 14 years and it

was at this time that the Sunbury news editor, Mr Oatfield Whitney, was hunting

for a name for the present school district. He asked Mr. Murphy if he had

any ideas and Farrah replied, "Big Walnut Creek runs through the district, lets

call it Big Walnut," and that became its name.

Besides farming Farrah Murphy enjoyed traveling and lecturing. In 1926,

he and his sister Cora, who was a bible professor at Ohio Wesleyan University,

along with Charley Green, a brand new neighbor of Farrah's, and Goldie McQue, a

good friend of Aunt Cora's, they went through Europe and onto the holy land,

and I suppose this was the highlight of

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Farrah's life as he never ceased, to talk about his experiences there. He

gained much information which he used in the Farmers Institute, lecturing,

which he did for several years, also in his writing.

He along with his wife, Grace, helped to write a full length religious

novel after they reached the age of 70, however, this book was never published.

Farrah did the writing while Grace did a lot of the research. Mr. Murphy taught

the men's Sunday School, which is called Men's Bible class at the Condit

Presbyterian Church for over 20 years and thoroughly enjoyed it. I found a

record not long ago of the by-laws of his class and also the names; and

practically every man in the community belonged to, there were about 50.

Although a busy man, Farrah Murphy was a good neighbor and a fine father,

he seemingly had time to play with his children. Whether it was a walk in the

woods, a game of horseshoes or croquet, a trip to the Hartford fair, or a

skating party on the pond. We had daily devotions in the home and discipline

at times. Church and school functions were never neglected. We were encouraged

to read good books and learn all that we could.

I remember on time when Martha and Harold our cousin, who lived with us,

were about 4 and 6 years of age. They went to the garden and pulled up the corn

and transplanted it and this made Farrah quite angry. I think he did give them a

little switching. They had seen him transplant the tomatoes and cabbage plants and

had thought that they were helping out.

Another time when Arthur and Darrel were coming home from school and wouldn't

carry the lunch box and thought the other ought to carry it. They finally left the

lunch box in the woods and came on home. Farrah marched them back and made them

walk, each one holding onto the lunch box, as they came back.

Farrah Murphy made an indelible impression on me as he was my father. I would

like to add that my father could not have accomplished what he did had it not been

for his self-sacrificing of his fine Christian wife, Grace Chadwick-Murphy.

I will now tell you just a little bit about my mother. Grace Chadwick-Murphy

was born in Sunbury in 1878 where her father was a salesman. Then before she 2 years

of age, her father and mother, William Wellinton and Nancy Ellen Loren Chadwick

moved into a new house at Condit Station where he, along with a partner started to

operate a tile mill. Grace soon had a baby bother, Garfield and then after 7 years

past, another brother, Loren. After a few years a sister, Goldie. Mildred and

Raymond were born when Grace was 15 and 18 years of age.

Grace was a small child for her age with long light hair piled high on her

head. At age 10 she thought a pile of tile was a red cow, so her father said she

should surely have a pair of glasses. Of course she had drops put in her eyes to

dilate her pupils, as that was custom in those day. She wore small gold rim glasses

until she was past 75 years of age and then it seemed that her eyesight returned,

at least she could see to read without her glasses.

Grace was the oldest granddaughter in the family and had three doting aunt's

who spoiled her. One was Eva Wigton, another Augustus Loren Domigan, and the third

Eva Cunningham. These aunts bought her a doll, which she had kept through the years

and passed it on to me; and I have given it our daughter, she in turn to her

daughter. So we still have the beautiful lighthaired china doll which was given to

Grace Chadwick.

Grace Chadwick had a very keen mind and she also assumed responsibility at an

early age. She worked hard, as her mother was sickly and she soon became the main

instructor and boss of the other children. I think she was always old for her age

and had little fun as a child. She seldom smiled, even as a grown person. But she

assumed the responsibility of 5 younger

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children while her mother sewed and baked and kept busy. But she did have a hired

girl to do the heavy work at home. Mother was the most self-sacrificing person I

have ever known.

She always put others before her self, her husband, her children, her

relatives, neighbors, and many others. For instant, her husband took a trip to

Europe in 1926 and she stayed home and managed the farms along with the help of

her 2 nearly grown sons. She always had meals at the convenience of her men folk,

rather than for herself. She seldom left the house except to help in the delivery

of a neighbor's child or cared for those who were sick.

She had company without end. Her sister-in-law, and her own sister Goldie

and 2 boys, would come for the summer. Aunts, uncles, cousins, and old time friends

of the family made mother's home and table theirs. She had thrashers and silo

fillers, foreign students, and especially her sister-in-law who counted the old

home place hers, and so on vacations Aunt Cora always came. For Thanksgiving and

Christmas holidays she brought not only herself but perhaps 2 or 3 of the college

students who had no place to go, along with her.

I also added to mother's work. I didn't realize it at the time, but I spent

my vacations at home until I was past 30 years of age and she usually did most

of the cooking for me.

Mother never stopped learning, what a memory she had. She loved to work

crossword puzzles and used the dictionary unceasingly. She was called upon for

birthday, wedding, and death dates, as well as relationships but I learned some

some things to remember as she had over 100 cousins and she knew most of theme.

She wrote to many of them too.

That was one thing mother did, she did do a lot of writing. The reason she

has so many cousins is her father had 11 brothers and sisters and her mother was

1 of 8 children with quite a few half brothers and sisters. Paul Winchel in the

Guide Post article says of his mother "she preferred a simple life, I don't need

many things" she said.

Her interests were outside of herself. She was enriched when she could help

troubled friends and neighbors. She was not a taker, but a giver. Grace Chadwick-

Murphy was much like that, she received her reward in helping others. Mother like

Edith in all in the Family on T.V. series always went a trot rather than a walk.

Her heart beat twice as fast as that of her husband and her temperature was normally

much higher than his. She lived and worked in high-gear.

That is, until she was 50 years of age and then it came to a halt, almost a

stop. She punctured her knee with an old needle while scrubbing the dining room

room floor and within a few days developed blood poisoning. In spite of this

seeming tragedy which almost cost her her life, really it was a blessing in disguise

because she had to slow down and she had to learn to live at a slower pace. It gave

her time for study, especially her science and health and bible which became the

greatest forces in her life.

She worked so faithfully at her study and she had a great influence on her

family friends. She lived a triumphant life. Of course mother had faults as we all

do, her own mother who lived with her for many years of much of the time for the

last 15 years of grandmothers life, irritated her and caused mother to be a bit

grumpy with her.

Mother was not especially a good housekeeper and didn't really appreciate

others doing things about the house. Those were small things as she always said

that you must make the most important things come first, and that's what she

considered the most important. Not housekeeping.

Mother's last 7 years were quite different, quite unusual for her after

suffering a severe head injury when she fell on the lower step of the stairs in

1953. She injured her brain so the she could not remember. Yet together, with

father's help and really he had a lot to do

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then and we don't think much about it until we have someone to take care of

ourself. But he took care of her for the last 7 years and in 1960 her heart

gave out on April the 30th, the birthday of of her oldest daughter Ella.

Grace Chadwick really lived her religion and will never be forgotten by

her children and friends. She went to her home above and a better life where

the lord is her Shepard. The lord is my Shepard, the 23 psalm was her favorite

and Uncle Raymond used this very nicely when he preached her funeral sermon.

Since there is still a little space left on this tape, I might tell you a

little about my childhood. since I am 77 years of age now I guess it is okay for

me to tell.

When I was 10 years old I walked alone to school about one mile across the

field (first you crossed our pasture field, then Mr. Lane's, then Mr. Comstock's

woods) I had my book bag across my shoulder and my tin lunchbox in my hand and

went swinging along to the little red brick schoolhouse beside the road near South

Condit near the cemetery of today. The four years before, I had had my brothers,

Arthur and Darrel to go with me. But this year, in the fall of 1916 they both went

to Sunbury to school. I didn't mind going alone as I enjoyed seeing the flowers

and the interesting things along the way. That 20 minute walk helped me to grow

strong and be a happy person.

Each morning my mother combed and brushed, and braided my long light hair (it

is almost the color of Amy's or Alice's-they have such light hair) I had never had

my hair cut, not until I graduated from high school. So it was quite long and I

could sit on it when I was 10. I usually had my hair parted in the middle and had

two braids, each tied with a hair ribbon in the back, when I went to school.

I had a man teacher, whom I liked and who played games with his 30 pupils

from age 6 to 14 and at recess at noon time. sometimes we divided up on two side

and played Anna over. We used a baseball and one of the old pupils would throw it

over the school house. Pupils on the other side would try to catch it and if they

did catch it, they would get to go around to the other team and select a person

to take back with them. The team having the most members at the end of the period

won the game. We also played black base dare base, both quite active and exciting

tag games.

My favorite game was jumping rope. When I was 6 years old I would try to jump

as fast as I could and my brother, Arthur, and Dean Lane would turn the rope as fast

as they could and in doing this I tripped once and fell, hitting my new teeth which

had just come in, on edge of the stone and broke both teeth, leaving a big gap in

the front of my teeth. The dentist said not touch them until I was 15 and then they

still said not to touch them or the nerve would die. So I carried that until I had

my teeth pulled when I was about 50 years of age.

Since the Condit cemetery was next to the school yard, sometime the teacher

would let one or two of us go over, especially if we had been good. We just looked

looked at the flowers, and the funny gravestones, and maybe saw where our grand-

parents were buried. But it was a treat for us to do that, something different.

In the springtime, some of the girls would play house behind the school

building. We took just a few broken dishes to play with, nothing good or some of

the other kids would probably come along and give it a big kick. One day, in the

fall as we were playing on the school yard, a big boy with heavy work shoes landed

on my big toe. It became so sore that I had to have a hole cut out of my shoe and

wear that for a month or more. As a result, I have a large big toe joint on my

left foot and have to wear a 1/2 size larger shoe than I would

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otherwise have to wear.

Another thing that happened to me when I was around 10 and playing in the

school yard, was very painful to me but laughable to the others. A ball had

lodged in a large Maple tree and I being rather aggressive and tomboyish agreed

to get it. The boys put a long board up against the tree. I climbed up and got the

ball and threw it down. Then I had to slide down the board to the ground. There

were several big splinters that ran into my hips. So I had a long painful walk

home from school, and then had to have my father remove the splinters from my hips.

It was rather embarrassing and I think that was the last time I had ever slid down

a board.

When spring came, about my birthday time, April 30th, our country school was

over for the year and the boys could help their father's do the spring farm work.

We nearly always had a last day of school picnic. We would all take a basket of food

and spread the food on a cloth on the ground, and eat in the school yard or just

across in the field nearby. One picnic I remember well, since our teacher had

brought about a dozen or so of bananas, that would be a real treat for us, but

while the girls were busy getting the food ready, one of the bigger boys, well

he wasn't too big, about a 5th or 6th grader, was so famished for bananas that

he grabbed the bunch and ran off into the woods with them. I'm not sure how many

he ate or whether he got the stomach ache or not. But we never forgave him for

taking our picnic treat. I know he would be rather embarrassed about this now.

He became a fine business man and rather sedate.

I will tell you a little about our school house. It had a vestibule, a small

wooden entrance where a heavy rope hung from the belfry. The teacher would pull

this rope to ring the big bell which brought us in from recess or at noon. A few

times, the rope got pulled so hard that the bell turned upside down and then a boy

had to climb up into the belfry and turn it over. That was exciting too, for us.

Another time a large owl got inside the place where the bell hung, and I must say

it was scary and a bit different for the teacher. Once on Halloween, some of the

boys brought a burrow (a small donkey) into the entrance way and left it over

night. You can imagine what that place was like on Monday morning.

Inside the school room were desks on each side with a big pot belly stove in

the middle. At the front was the teacher's larger desk with the black boards behind

it. At the back of the room were shelves for our lunch boxes on the left side and

hooks on the wall for coats on the other side. There was also a table with a water

bucket on it where we would go to exercises and by the time I was 12 the older girl

who had played for 2 years was gone and I got to play the old pump organ. I learned

much from this experience. I could play all of the songs in our song book, of a 101

famous songs by the time I had completed the 8th grade. I really practiced though on

these at home.

When 4 o'clock came, we got our lunch boxes, coats and overshoes and marched

out the door to our homes. There were no school buses in the country at the time.

We had to go 6 or 8 miles even to high school and furnish our own way. My brothers

drove a horse to Sunbury for their 1st two years in high school. Then my father got

a Ford touring car which they drove. I also drove the Model T Ford when I went to

Sunbury high school.

I forgot to say that when you needed to go to the toilet at the little brick

house you simply went to the outhouse or privy behind the building. There were 2

of these, one for the boys and one for the girls. These rural school houses are

all gone now, or practically gone, but all learned a lot and in many ways they are

or were as good for the children as some of our larger schools are today.

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We had some very good teachers too. My 1st and 8th grade teachers were women

but the rest were men. My 8th grade was poor because we had so little school that

year, in 1918. It was dismissed because of Spanish Influenza that year. For many in

our community died. Nearly every family had the flu. I didn't get it, but my mother

and Arthur were very sick. Martha was a baby then and had to be weaned. I never

missed a day of school during my 1st eight grades. So you see, I had been strong

and healthy. Of course, I had a cold now and then, and the chicken pox before I

started school. But the mumps didn't make me sick and they never knew whether I

had measles and whooping cough or not. At least, it was a very light case if I had

them.

We used a slate to work our problems and our spelling. I'll mention just a

little bit about my clothing. I wore button shoes until I was 13. so every morn-

ing when I dresses I had to get the button hook and get each button in the right

button hole. Nothing was much more provoking than having a button or two come

off your shoes when you were getting ready to go someplace. You had to get a big

needle, thread, and work difficultly, to get these fastened on. If you were lucky,

you got a pair of shoes with buttons patented on, that is they were fastened with

metal. Sometimes kids would lose their shoe buttons and have a white or a yellow

one on a brown or black and those looked quite silly. Some kids didn't care.

But my mother was rather particular about us keeping our shoes looking decent even

though I had only one pair at a time and I didn't get more than 3 pairs a year,

depending on how fast my feet grew. When I wore the leather soles out or a hole

came in it, my father would repair the shoe with a resole. He had a cobbler's

tool which had 3 sizes of metal laths, one for the man's shoe, one for a women's

shoe, and one for a child's shoe. These irons as I had mentioned were called laths

and were used in the shoe, so when the nails were pounded through they would

clinch the nail and keep it from running in your stocking or foot. I remember a

few times when I could feel the nails. For 5 sets of feet to keep in shoes my

father never ran out of a job with his iron laths and shoe nails. When I was 13,

my folks took me to Centerburg to get a new pair of shoes, and much to my delight

I got my first pair of laced shoes. I wanted them so much that I said they fit

fine when I really knew that they were too tight to start. Of course my feet

were growing then and I didn't get to wear them long, even though they were

very beautiful. I remember another pair of lace shoes, when I was in high school,

it was the style to wear very high shoes, lady shoes. I did get a pair of these

and I was so proud of those.

In the spring and summer, I along with my brothers and most of my friends

went barefoot until school started again in the fall. It was painful to have to

put shoes on for Sunday school and church, but we did. The thing I really hated

about going barefoot was having to wash my feet every night. It wouldn't have

been so bad if we had had nice warm water as we do today but since we had to

light the stove to heat some water in the tea kettle, we usually just used a

bucket full of cold water, sat on the back porch and washed our feet. Another

thing I hated about going bare foot was the sore toes, which we usually got

during summer and sometimes I would step on a honey bee. That of course was not

very pleasant either. I remember going along in the mud and letting the mud come

up between my bare toes. I can still feel the ooze of that. Also when we would

walk through the dust which was an inch or tow thick, I can remember walking in

the dusty roads.

When fall came, and it was tie to start to school we usually had a new pair

of shoes. Of course our folks got them big enough that our feet had a chance to

grow before they got too tight. We also got a new supply of black ribbed stocking.

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time. These were quite heavy except for the feet which was thinner and they came

up above the knees. There were two ways to keep them up. Either you wore a panty

waist with long garters fastened by safety pins which came down to the knee and

fastened to the stockings in two places or you wore round rubber or wide elastic

garters, which fit tight enough above the knee to hold your stocking up. This

created a problem as they often became too tight for comfort or the elastic would

become too loose and they would slip down below you knee. Of course, our dresses

were longer then so our stockings didn't show as much as they would have. I believe

I started wearing thinner stockings, and they may have been tan rather than black,

when I was a freshman in high school. My first silk stockings were given to me

when I graduated from high school in 1923. I received a pair of white ones and a

pair of black ones. So I felt quite dressed up in them. The panty waist which I

mentioned that held our long garters was without sleeves and had 5 or 6 buttons at

the bottom. On these buttons our panties were fastened as they had button holes on

the side, both front and back and when we needed to go to the toilet, we had to

unbutton the two in the back so that the flap would come down.

First bloomers I had, came as a gift when I was in the 8th grade and then when

I was a sophomore I had some bloomer type panties which were long enough to come

down below the knees and had two rows of elastic. They were known as petty bockers

and mine were green satin and I thought they were very fancy. My grandma had a pair

of gray silk ones and she wore those for years.

Our dresses came fairly close to our ankles that year that I was mentioning,

first year in high school, they were mainly pleated skirts and middy blouses,

since it was about the time of the war and everybody was dressed more or less in a

sailor type style. I wore a large apron often times over my dress to keep it clean

and of course I removed it when I went to school. We didn't have any different

dresses like people do today and most often they were dark material. In the winter

time they were usually wool. In the summer time they were cotton with long sleeves

and a high neck to help keep us from being tanned.

The women often times, and girls, wore sun bonnets to keep the sun from their

faces because it certainly was not the style to be tanned in those days. As I was a

bit of a tomboy, I didn't always wear my bonnet like my cousin Dorothy did. She had

a beautiful white complexion. Dorothy was 5 days younger than I was so we did play

together a lot. She was my closest neighbor and lived - a mile east of us. Her

sister Margaret was 2 years older, so the 3 of us were company for one another.

They went to a different school house, however, one south and east of them known

as the Sinkey School District while I went to the Condit Trenton Special District.

My Aunt Cora Murphy was a teacher at Wesleyan, I believed I mentioned that, and

when she came to visit us she often times would bring us a small gift, especially

for birthdays. Once she brought Dorothy and me each pretty sun bonnets. We had our

pictures taken in those. Another time she brought material for dresses, a beautiful

dress, pink for Dorothy and blue for me, and how I envied Dorothy with that pink

dress. I wanted the pink so much, but Aunt Cora decided that with Dorothy's light

skin and dark hair she would look much better in the pink, and the light-haired,

tan girl would look better in the blue. I remember my blue dress very well, as my

grandmother Chadwick, who is a very fine seamstress made it beautifully for me.

She also made me a lovely pink sateen dress for my junior/senior banquet, I never

will forget that beautiful dress, and I wore it both my junior and senior years

to high school.

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My mother made most of my school clothes, often from an old dress of an

Aunt's, and I never had a store bought dress until I was 13. I remember it well.

It was a navy blue sailor style dress with red braid on a large sailor collar, a

middy type. I soon grew out of it though, so I didn't get to wear it long. Mother

had a great Aunt come to our home during the summer before I started high school.

She came mainly to make me new dresses, and she made them very long. She informed

me that now I would be a young lady, and I must wear my dresses longer. I wasn't

too happy about that, and soon out grow those dresses too. You may think it's

strange that I didn't go to the store and buy dresses like you do today, but there

just weren't many stores around where they sold ready made dresses. Most people had

them made by dressmakers, if they could not sew themselves.

Then we seldom got to Delaware, as it was a 3 hour drive by horse to get there,

a distance of 18 miles miles from our house. My grandparents went by train to

Columbus, but I had never been there to shop until I was a senior in high school. I

well remember the day I went to buy my commencement dress. Well I bought 2 dresses

that day, one white for commencement day and cocoa brown dress for baccalaureate

sermon. I wore that brown dress nearly all of my first year in college. It was a

crepe material, which could stand washing and if we'd stretch it, it would become

long enough for me to wear. another dress which I loved and wore for 2 years, was

the crepe sateen dress, which I have already mentioned.

We always wore long-legged underwear when I was a child, high neck and long

sleeved. It was common for many people from 1900 on to wear wool, as our houses

were cold, of course they wore that before then too; but a lot of us had to

walk a mile or so to school or walk outdoors, and so did need heavy clothing.

My brothers and I wore underwear that was fleece lined. It always created a

problem with the stockings, as you could get some mighty lumpy or bumpy legs if

you were not careful to lap the underwear over before you put the heavy black

stockings on your legs. We usually changed this underwear once a week, on

Saturday nights when we took our weekly baths.

This was an ordeal which we did not like too much, when the weather was

cold; but it was necessary, so we did it. We used a galvanized tin tub in the

kitchen, near the old cook stove. We filled it, well about 1/2 full, and then

scrubbed with soap and water. You can not stretch out in a round tub, and so

we had to sit with our knees up. I remember when I was fairly small; we

children were bathed in front of the fireplace. We the steamed on one side and

froze on the other. We didn't tarry very long in the tub, but soon got a towel

around us and in our underclothes as soon as possible. In the summer time,

bathing was more fun, as we had our tub with warm water in what we called our

washroom, a place just back of the kitchen where we had a cement floor and did

our weekly washing.

Monday was wash day, and a very busy day it was. All the water had to be

heated on the cook stove. Sometimes mother had me fill the copper boiler, which

was placed over about 1/2 of the top of the stove, and then when it got boiling

hot we would usually put the white clothing, especially the table clothes in to

boil for awhile. If there was a berry stain on the tablecloth, we poured boiling

water through it to get the stain out. The tub was put on a stool and the washboard

was put in the tub, mother and I then began the rubbing of the clothes on this

corrugated board, soaking dirt spots freely with laundry soap; this was quite

strong and hard on the hands. We first washed the finer white clothes and then

the colored. Then finally, usually afternoon, we were still scrubbing on the

men's dirty overalls. There was a second tub also on the stool, which was filled

with cooler water, and after the items were as clean as we could get them, they

were put in this rinse water. The wringing was somewhat of a problem

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too, especially a bedspread. I've known my mother and I to each take a hod of an

end and wring form there, it was something else to wring a bedspread; these

bedspreads we used everyday, these white bedspreads on all the beds.

Tuesday was almost as tiring a day, because we spent most of it ironing,

not with an electric iron, but with heavy irons heated on the kitchen stove, and

they didn't stay hot very long, or if we got them extremely hot we burned, we

scorched. so there was constant changing of the irons, every 5 minutes. We did

not iron sheets and many pieces, as my grandmother did at least she had the girl

to iron.

A funny thing happened on summer, when I was 9 or 10 years of age, we kept

our clothes pins from the line, they simply disappeared, and we couldn't find

them. Months later, when my older brother climbed up a ladder to clean the eave

spout of leaves; he found dozens of clothes pins in the spout, as well as several

other small objects. Darrel's pet crow had simple pulled them for the line, and

carried them up to the roof of the house and hid them. The last days of Mr. Crow

came when he played with the baby chicks. He would pick one up, and then after

he would fly a little while, he would let loose and let the little chick flutter

to the ground; and then he would pick another one and watch it flutter. When

my father saw this then he said, "that crow must go," and despite Darrel's protest,

the crow was soon put to rest. I believe Darrel had a funeral for his black pet;

he seemed to love that one so much.

Speaking of little chickens, we nearly always raised a lot, usually hatched

them in an incubator where had a 100 eggs and kept them rolled each day and kept the

temperature just right, and after 21 days they would hatch. Fluffy little chicks

were then usually put in a brooder for several weeks until they could go it on

there own. Of course, we fed them fine chick feed and kept them well watered. We

also boiled eggs, and when they were first hatched we would give them boiled

eggs and sometimes cottage cheese. Sometimes an old hen would steal her next

and hatch her own chicks, and often times this made it real handy because that

way we had a few more chickens for fried chicken, and we nearly always did have

fried chicken on Sunday and Monday, practically always we'd have drum sticks

in our lunch box.

My pet when I was young was a little kitten, which I loved. I also had a

puppy dog which I carried from my music teacher's when it just about 4 weeks old,

we called him Shep. We counted him our pet, and he was well trained, very friendly,

and he didn't bark much. So Shep was quite an attachment around our house. Darrel,

I believe especially loved Shep, and when died Darrel had his hide tanned and a

pair of gloves made from the skin.

Another pet, which we all loved, was our pony. He was given to Arthur and

Darrel, he was a very young pony, he was given to them on Christmas day and so

he really was their pet, but when they were 13 1/2 and 15 they felt to old to

care for a middle sized pony, as he was a Shetland pony, and never grew very

large; so he became my love. I used to curry comb him in the spring, which shed

his long hair, and he was a very rich medium brown in color with a black mane,

and he was always nice and plump. Danny was a smart pony and seems to do what

we wanted him to do or what I wanted him to do; and since we had to go a half a

mile for our mail, I often times rode him bareback to get the mail. One time I

went to my cousin's on Danny, and I guess Margaret was, well I'm not sure what

happened, but anyways she threw her hat at us and it frightened Danny, and away

he went galloping off across the field with me on his back. I wasn't use to a

gallop so I soon fell. It made me just a bit sore

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and quite provoked at Margaret. Danny know how to throw anyone from his back

that he didn't want there.

We had some city cousins who came once, thinking they could ride anything,

and they hadn't much more then got started down the hill, until they just went a

flying off of his back. I could usually catch him easily, with a lump of sugar

or an apple, put the halter around his neck; but others difficulty. He would

grab the apple or lump of sugar or piece of corn, whirl around and make them

think he as going to kick them.

We all used the pony when we needed to go to the store; or my mother and

I when we went to my grandmother's, we usually did go once a week. I drove him

also for children's day practice and to Sunday school and various things. We

usually kept horseshoes on him, on his feet, as the roads had rough stone on

them. Sometimes he would lose a shoe, so my parents let me go occasionally to

Mr. Condo's to get him shod. This was quite an experience. Mr. Condo's blacksmith

shop was not far from the corner of the grocery store, so I knew the way well;

and first he would trim the hoof and then after shaping and fitting the shoe, he

would drive the nails at a slant, then bend them back so they would stay. His

hoofs were like our finger and toenails, and it didn't hurt to cut them.

By the time I was 12, I could harness and hitch the pony to the buggy alone.

Of course, when you came home you also had to unhitch and put the harness and

the pony away. Danny had his own stall in the barn; there were 4 other horses at

that time on the hill; 2 heavy work horses named Ruth and Betsy, and 2 other

driving horses, Fanny who was plump and pretty, and Nelly who was thin and homely.

There was also an old pony of Aunt Cora's, named Gay; and she called her a

pony, but she was almost as tall as a full grown horse. She lived to be 30 years

of age, quite old for a horse. Aunt Cora loved her and so she remained out in the

pasture field until she died.

The doting aunts that gave my grandmother Grace Chadwick Murphy a china doll

were:

1. Eva Chadwick Wigton who was Grace's father, William Wellington Chadwick's

sister

2. Eva Loren Cunningham was Grace's mother's sister

3. Agustus Loren Domigan who was Grace's mother's sister

Copy of letter from Abram & Mary Ann Adams to

Miss Linnie B. Murphy (Melinda Ball Murphy)

Envelope postmarked Summit, Cal. Dec. 13,1864,

Addressed to Vans Valley, Delaware Co., Ohio.

Dec. 9, 1864

Dear Sister

I have seated myself this evening to drop you a few lines though I hardly

know how to interest you after informing you that we are enjoying good health.

At present mates health is fine and she is geting fat. I have escaped the

Rheumatism until I have not fear of it this winter. We received your letter

date Oct 23rd a few days ago and were glad to learn from it that our loved

ones at home are all well. Linnie you will discover before you are through

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reading this letter that I am the poorest letter writer in the world but I suppose

I had better tell you a little about the weather you can tell how it corresponds

with the weather in Ohio. About 28th of last month it commenced raining and after

raining about two days it turned to snow. Was about two feet deep and now the

ground is bare again and the weather fine and clear. Mate has just come upstairs

and as we are both one, she of course had to know what I had written and she thinks

that what I have written about her getting fat needs some explanation. I suppose

of course it is the high living as we have a fine fat rabbit or rather have every

few days and they are none of your little rabbits, I can tell you, but as large

as two or three of them and as white as snow. A few days ago while the snow was on,

there came a drove of antelope about 15 in number, past just above the house and

we of course gave chase, and chasing them up the hill and down again about the

fourth or fifth time, we finally killed a fine large one and it was very fat, so

you see, we have plenty of venison or antelope meat. Now is not enough to fatten

anyone. I think so. I must close as Mate wants to write some. Give my love to all,

Father Mother, Charlie, Matt and all our friends, reserving for yourself a liberal

share.

I remain your loving brother Abe Abrams

Letter to Melinda Ball Murphy

Dear Sister -

How I wish I could have been home when our Cousins were there, not only to

have helped with the work but I should have enjoyed visiting with them so much.

Aint cousin Seppri a sweet girl. I took a good laugh over Jonnies ideas of so

much gold in California. I have never seen but two pieces just as they was taken

from the earth and they are some of Calls good luck while mining. He says he

expected to get pins put to them for cuff pins for Mat. They would be so nice. I

am so hard run to find work to keep me busy. You know I never Could sit and hold

my hands. I knit a pair of socks for AD out of that blue yarn & made a nice rug

to lay before my bed out of old cloth. I have braided me such a nice foot stool.

We have got a Johns built (toilet) at last. I have wanting one ever since I came.

I turned sheets, made me a nice pair of pillows for my bed and five Pairs of

pillow cases, then I made another pair of pillows of wool so we have in all three

pairs of feather and one of wool pillows. Call had a few sheep but the wolves

were so hard on them we sheared and killed them before we came so have wool

enough to make a cushion for our lounge & one chair & a pair of pillows. Vic

says she is going down in the Valley next spring to camp with the boys wile they

shoot wild geese enough to pick to make her a feather bed. I dont know what she

will do with her young ones. Alma walks all over. I should think she would be

so glad as it would be so for one to have tow that could not walk. I do wish I

had some of your yarn as I am footing socks with white and it looks so shofery

but I comfort myself by thinking white is warmest. I have crocheted and and

embroidered some for Vick. I turned my calico dress upside down which I brought

from home. I guess it will last all winter. I have worn it week about with my

spotted delane ever since I came. My hoop skirt is almost as good as when I left

home so you can see I am as easy as ever on my clothes. AD and I want to be as

saving as we can so when we come back we can buy us a nice home. We took a horseback

ride the other day, went up on the mountains and looked over into a valley called

Last Chance. We have one of the easiest riding ponies I ever saw. He is not as

large as your pony & rides a great deal easier. I do not ride as much as I use to

at home. I have no place to go & if I had I would be afraid to ride alone & AD is

always busy so you see I have to stay at home. He

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often tells me to take a ride but I am too much afraid of my neck.

Lin, didient I leave the pieces like my silk dress at home; If not they are

lost. I did not miss them until the other day. I was going to make me a needle book

& went to look for them & could not find them. If they are there send me a piece

large enough for one pocket. It is one finger length deep & one & a half wide & if

have any other pretty piece send it as I want the pockets all to silk. The back

oilcloth lined with red ribbon, it is going to be fancy. Save the pieces like my

dress as I will want them when I come home & I am bound to come with three years.

It has been almost half a year since I left. The time has been both long and short.

I do want to see you all so much. They tell me I will soon neglect to write and

next will forget all about home but I know I never will. I have to many dear friends

there. However, I will wait until we can get ready to come with patience for I

have a good home here & am happy. I feel very thankful my lot is cast in such a

pleasant place. The longer I stay here the better I like. It is so healthy and

I feel so well I dont believe I ever enjoyed such good health. If I keep on

gaining as I have some time past I would like to send you my picture. I have

never felt so well as now. I never have the least bit of pain. Our picture came

all right. Abes is such a good one but mine looks so old and hard. I will send

you a better looking one the first chance I have to have it taken. I have been

dreaming about Nerve for two nights past so I am looking for a letter from her

quite strong. Cant Mat get some time to write me a scratch or two or does her

family duties press as hard as ever. I expect she would like to me sew a while

for her. I wish I could come and sew a week. I would do it gladly. There is a

young man by the name of if Jo White Head working here for his board. He is so

lively always cuting up. He has put some chickens to fat that froze their feet,

says we are going to have a roast on Christmas & some oysters. We bought two

turkeys the other day, gave five dollars a piece. I became acquainted

with an old lady here by the name of Marshall who has a brother in Columbus & one in

Winchester by the name of Bartlet. She is quite an intelligent lady, is such good

company, is a widow. The men of Cal are mostly bachs & so many of them drink and

gambol. I like Ben Boboa and his brother & a few other that I have met but as a

general thing they are hard cases. There is Preaching at the Summit tomorrow & we

expect to go if doesnt storm. Do you have hard work to read my scribbling. If you

do I will try to do better. Write often. Love to all. From your affectionate sister

Mate.

James Adams has not been here but twice since I came. He gets my letters and

sends them to me as our mail carrier got in debt & run away.


Footnotes to accompany the letter written Melinda Ball Murphy during the Civil War

1) Turning the sheets was the term used when older, thin sheets were cut down the

center and the sides were sewn together. The seam was then in the center of the

bed and you could get more wear out of the sheet.

2) turning the skirts meant that you removed the skirt from the waist band and

sewed the hem of the skirt to the waist band so newer fabric was over the stomach

where there is more wear.

3) This letter was written during the Civil War when traveling east might have

been dangerous.

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ABRAM AND MARY ANN (MURPHEY) ADAMS (Epilogue)

Mary Ann Murphy was my paternal great grandfather Charles Leif Murphy's sister.

The preceding letter gives us a deep insight into the character of this pioneer girl

who journeyed to California with her husband Abram in the wake of the California

gold rush. Here they established their home in the Sierra Valley (now located in

Sierra County) and near the town of Summit in what is now Plumas County. Her

prediction that she would return to Ohio within three years came true but it was

not the happy homecoming she anticipated. Abe died a little less than a year after

she wrote this letter when in his 40th year. A diary written by Mary Ann and

found many years later details the sadness of of her life after Abe's death.

She brought him by ship around South America to the Atlantic Coast and the

across country to Ohio so she could lay him to rest with his family in the Harlem

Cemetery. It was a long and tedious journey. After the funeral we find this entry

in her diary - "I weep in vain. The eye is shut. the fountain sealed and there the

one we loved so much is but the dust of hopes that were. The eye is closed. The

ear is dull. Alas, alas, so beautiful the stars above his grave will keep their

vigils. Sadly we return to life, many a tear and one tie left to bind us here." She

went to live with her father and mother on the Murphy Hill Farm and later with

'her sister Linn in Delaware. Here she worked as a seamstress and according to

the William Street Methodist Church she was very active in the church until the

time of her death in 1876 when only 39 years old.

In her letter Mary Ann mentions a few nuggets of gold that Cal had found.

(This was Abe's brother Calvin). Later they may have found more and they had it

made into jewelry some of which was sent to their families in Ohio. Linn Murphy

received a watch and chain. My grandmother Martha received a pin. Mary Ann herself

had a pin and Abe a belt buckle. After Linn's death the watch and chain were found

in her possessions. Nellie Murphy Willis requested and was given the chain. After

her death it was given to her maid and through the efforts of Cora and Ella Murphy

eventually returned to the Murphy family. I now have a piece of it about three

inches long and Ella the rest. Ella also has Mary Ann's pin. Velma Murphy McCall

has the pin that belonged to her great grandmother Martha. The watch was given to

Lola Sinkey Van Fossen, a granddaughter of Minerva Lin Murphey Sinkey. Lola died

in October 1903 when approximately 83 years old. She taught school at Appleton Ohio

until she was 80 years old; a remarkable woman. She left the watch to her grand-

daughter Fern Sinkey and I have been told that she sold it. James Adams, another of

brothers, brought from California a locket for his sister Loretta made from a gold

nugget. It is now in possession of Loretta's granddaughter Lois Adams Byers. this

nugget has the mark of many little teeth, where babies cut their teeth on it.

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MEMORIAL SERVICE

MRS.GRACE CHADWICK MURPHEY

1878-1960

(Died April 30, 1960 82 yrs.)

Conducted by

Dr. J. Raymond Chadwick (her brother) (Born 1896 - Died Nov.8, 1961 65 yrs.)

Her son (Arthur - Died Oct. 1, 1962 61 yrs.)

Her husband (Farrah - Died June 26, 1966 92 yrs.)


Slack Funeral Home

Sunbury, Ohio

May 4, 1960 - 1 P.M.


ORDER OF SERVICE

ORGAN MUSIC Mrs. Slack

"Faith of Our Fathers"

"Love Divine All Loves Exceling"

"Oh Love That Will Not Let Me Go"

"What a Friend We Have in Jesus"

OPENING SENTENCES

"The Eternal God is our refuge,

And underneath are the everlasting arms,

Our help is in the name of the Lord,

Who made Heaven and earth.


The Lord of Hosts is with us;

The God of Jacob is our refuge.

Be still and know that I am God."

INVOCATION

Oh thou God of infinite love,

Who art the same yesterday, today and forever,

We turn to thee this hour,

Earnestly beseeching Thee that the sunshine of Thy love

May shine through the shadows around bout us.


Comfort our hearts which are heavy with sorrow

And have compassion upon our weakness

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Give to us a vision of eternal of eternal realities

And solace us with with the hope of a larger more glorious life

Made possible through they infinite love and eternal goodness

Through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen

SCRIPTURE READINGS

Selections from Psalm 91

Selections form Psalm 27

II Corinthians 1:3-4

Romans 8:34-34. 37-39

Selections from John 14

ORGAN MUSIC - "Abide With Me"

REMARKS

The one thing which we desire more than anything else at such an hour as this

is the certainty that our good Heavenly Father is right by our side. Therefore, we

say in the words associated with the familiar strains of music to which we have

just listened:

"Abide with me fast falls the eventide

The darkness deepens, Lord with me abide

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee

Help of the helpness, oh abide with me.

The Psalmist of old knew that the Great God of Love would fulfill such an earnest

prayer, in fact he knew from his own personal experience that his prayer had been

fulfilled, for said he in those words, which are probably more familiar than any other

passage of scripture:

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want,

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul:

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil; for thou art with me;

Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me,

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;

Thou anointest my head with oil;

My cup runneth over,

Surely goodness and mercy shall pursue me all the days of my life;

And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

These enduring words not only soothe our spirits through the beauty of their

phraseology, they also exalt our hearts and minds in the assurance that the greatest

blessing in life is the guiding hand of the good shepherd.


He it is who leads us beside the still waters. He it is who restores our spiritual

energies when

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Our reserves have not run low. He it is who not only encourages us to bear the load

bravely, but gives us strength to bear our load. He it is who not only rejoices when

we walk through the valley with dry eyes, firm lip and steady tread, but knowing ail

sorrow and how hard grief is to bear comes to us to support and strengthen us.


Many times we can learn a great deal from those who are children. A little girl who

had been to Sunday School only a few times was asked by a distinguished clergyman

what she had learned in Sunday School this morning. This was her reply: "I learned

a passage of scripture which says "The Lord is my shepherd and dat's all I want."

The little girl was correct. All that is sufficient is to know that the Lord is our

Shepherd and that his promises as revealed in this beautiful Psalm are eternal and

ever abiding. That was the faith in which sister Grace lived. She knew that the Lord

was her shepherd and that his promises were true for this life and the next.


Without this assurance that God is the good shepherd life would be meaningless. With

it, however, every trouble may be translated into a triumph; and we may experience

in our own hearts this victory today, even as the poet has said.

"He Giveth More Grace"

He Giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater;

He sendeth more strength when the labors increase;

To added affliction he addeth his mercy;

To multiplied trials he multiplies peace.


When we have exhausted our store of endurance,

When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,

When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,

Our Father's full giving is only begun.


His love has no limit; his grace has no measure;

His power no boundary known unto man;

For out of his infinite riches in Jesus

He giveth and giveth and giveth again.

Annie Johnson Flint

The good shepherd also guides our hearts and minds into the folds of victory through

the certainty that our loved ones art still with us in spirit through beautiful

memories which shall always abide even though their physical presence is no longer

with us. Even so, we feel the spirit of Grace Chadwick Murphy very near unto us as

we think of all the good and enduring qualities of character which she revealed in

her earthly sojourn.


Born in Trenton Township Ohio, October 7, 1878, she grew up here in Central Ohio in

those days when life was not filled with all the comforts and conveniences which we

enjoy today; but when one had an opportunity of learning through the simple rugged

life those basic qualities which are essential for noble living upon this earth and

which endure throughout all eternity namely, honesty, dependability, faithfulness

to duty, ability to see things from the

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other persons point of view and the willingness to do her part to make life rich

and full and complete.


Realizing, however, that she was not equal to life's demands in her own strength,

she early sought the help of Almighty God through membership in the church. First,

she became a member of the Trenton Presbyterian Church when she was fifteen years

of age. Following her marriage she transferred her membership to the Van's Valley

Methodist Church in 1900. About thirty years ago she withdrew from the Methodist

Church and became a member of the Christian Science Church with membership in the

Mother Church in Boston, Massachusetts.


She was an ardent and faithful member of the Christian Science Church until the end

of her earthly sojourn, finding great spiritual strength, peace and power in the

teachings of her faith as revealed in numerous underscored passages in her "Science

and Health" which she had used daily for the past twenty-five or thirty years, as

well as in special quotations written in the fly leaves of this well-worn book.


I would like to quote three such passages which especially attracted my attention.

the very first sentence in the preface to this book reads as follows: "To those

leaning on the sustaining infinite, today is big with blessings."


In the front of this book Grace had written with her own hand: "I am able to impart

truth, health and happiness and this is my rock of salvation and my reason for

existing." In the back of her "Science and Health" I also found these words which

have the flavor of St. Francis of Assisi:

"There is no anger,

Hence no pain;

There is no hate,

Hence no poison;

There is no fear,

Hence no death;

For God is all and

God is love."

It is no wonder, therefore, that sister Grace made a wonderful mother, exerting in

her home for more than sixty years the positive influence of divine lover upon all

the members of her household. Married to Farrah C. Murphey, March 8, 1900, to their

four children, fourteen grandchildren and eight great grandchildren she left a

spiritual heritage which no man can take away.


As on thinks of her life he feels that it was motivated by this wholesome bit of

philosophy which was the guiding principle of another other:

"If we work upon marble, it will perish;

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If we work upon brass, time will efface it;

If we rear temples, they will crumble into dust;

But if we work on immortal souls,

If we imbue them with noble principles,

With the just fear of God and love of our fellowman,

We engrave on those tablets something

Which will brighten all eternity."


If I might be personal for just a few moments, I would say that I have always

considered myself to be very fortunate that I was the youngest in a family where

my oldest sister was nearly twenty years my senior. Grace was to me as much a

second mother as an elder sister. To go to her home as a small a boy for a week's

visit was like being with my own mother. When she would go to the big city I

would look forward to the gift she always brought me just as much as I did to the

presents which were brought home by my father when he made a similar trip. Even

when I was in college her motherly farewell still lingers in my ears; "Raymond

don't study too hard."


And so I join with Thomas W. Fessendon in paying my tribute to my sister as my

second mother, even as I do when I think of my own mother and all Christian mothers

everywhere. How appropriate are these words entitled

"To Mother"

You painted no Madonnas

On chapel walls in Rome;

But with a touch diviner,

You lived one in your home.


You wrote no lofty poems

That critics counted art;

But with a nobler vision,

You lived them in your heart.


You built no great cathedrals

That centuries applaud;

But with a grace exquisite,

Your life cathedraled God.


You carved no shapeless marble

To some high soul--design

But with a finer sculpture,

You shaped this soul of mine.


You did not go to battle,

To save our own dear land;

But lived through daily sacrifice,


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The brotherhood of man.


Had I the gift of Raphael,

Or Michael-Angelo

Oh, what a rare Madonna

My Mother's life would show,


The good shepherd also assures us that such noble spirits for not die for says He

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,

And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever."


This instinctive feeling which the good shepherd has so well voiced is down deep in

every human heart. This spark of immortal hope Jesus fanned into a living flame when

he said "In my Father's house are many mansions, I go to prepare a place for you.

"In other words, a place is already prepared for us by Jesus, the Savior of all

mankind.


We, therefore, need have no doubt about our beloved sister. We can say with

confidence that she is with the Lord. She has entered in to one of those home places

prepared by God for all of his children. We know that God has given to her a new

means of expression whereby her spirit shall go on throughout all eternity bringing

joy and happiness to other in the spirit of infinite love even as she did during

her early sojourn.


The beautiful victorious transition from this life to the next causes us to join

with the wife of one of our bishops who as she approached the lifeless form of her

beloved husband said "Put on the hallelujah chorus on the victrola and let us all

rejoice and sing." Truly death for the Christian is no time of sadness. It should

be a time of great rejoicing because another one of God's children has gained his

reward.


To me one of the most graphic descriptions of the transition from this life to

the next is expressed in there line entitled:

I Am Standing On the Seashore

I am standing on the seashore. A ship at my side spreads

Her white sails to the morning breeze and starts

For the blue ocean; she is an object of beauty;

And I stand and watch her until at length,

She hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea

And the sky come down to mingle with each other.


Then someone at my side says; "There she's gone!"

Gone where? Gone from my sight--that is all.

She is just as large in mast, and hull and spar,

As she was when she left my side and just as able to bear

Her load of living freight to the place of her destination,


Her diminishing size is in me--not in her

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And just at that moment, when someone at my side says

"There! she's gone!" -- there are eyes watching on the opposite shore

And voices ready to take up the glad shout saying:

"There! She's come!"

And that is what we Christians victoriously call dying."

Prayer

Almighty Father, whose holy purpose is on of infinite love, from whom do come

the spirits of all of thy children, with whom they live during this earthly

life, and to whom they return when they have finished their mission here among

men, we give thee humble and hearty thanks for the good examples of all of those

who have finished their course and now have entered in to that larger, more

joyous life of eternal love and heavenly grace.


Especially do we thank thee for the good qualities which we saw in our beloved

sister Grace. Grant, we humbly beseech thee, that her abiding presence may be a

constant source of inspiration to all those who knew her, and especially to all

those whom she loved most dearly.


Take from our hearts all fear of death. Help us to realize that there is no such

thing as death, for life is one continuous whole since God in his infinite

goodness and eternal love hath linked this world inseparably with the next.


Help us all so to live that when the time comes for us to join those who have

gone before, we may do it without any sense of uncertainty or dread, but with

a whole and happy heart that travels on with cheer because we know that the

road's last turn shall be the best. And so may we all enter in to those

heavenly home places prepared for us by the God of infinite love and eternal

goodness, through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Benediction

And now may the Lord bless you and keep you,

May the Lord make his fact to shine upon you and be gracious unto you,

May the Lord lift up the light of countenance and give you peace this day and

always. Amen.

Organ Music

Largo from the New World Symphony -- "Going Home"

Committal

"I am the resurrection and the life", said Jesus

"He that believeth in me, though he were dead yet shall he live;

And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die."

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