For some odd reason I like to visit cemeteries, and look at the dates and names, and wonder what these folks did for a living. I wonder if they had a happy life, and if they had more successes than blunders. People fascinate me. Their stories fascinate me. When I look at a year book, I want to see names, even if I don't know the person. To me, collages in year books without names are worthless. While I was living in New Milford, PA, I went to the cemetery for a little visit. New Milford is in the Endless Mountains, which are not as rugged as the Rockies, but still they are steep. For the life of me I do not know how they ever got a horse drawn hearse up the side of that mountain, but they did.
Newton Hill Cemetery was right beside the Central Compressor Station fence on Turnpike Road near Montrose, PA.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Happy St. Patrick's Day to all my dear family. I am doing this post because Face Book just doesn't cut it when it comes to history and pictures. I could say lots of bad things about FB, but why should I? I need to remember it is just a colorful chat room, and not a place for serious writing! Anyway, I wanted to remember our "Granny" Dutton on this Irish day. She is on the far right in the picture below, with family and the Robertsons, who were old time neighbors.
The nine Herron children--Margaret is listed as "Maggie."
She came to work for the Liffitons of Lachine, Quebec for a monthly salary and stayed for three and a half months until her passage was paid. Essentially she was an indentured servant, but this was the customary procedure at the time.
Next she worked for a year for Mrs. Adams of
Montreal, whose husband
was a former mayor of the city.
After this, Margaret waited tables for the Fir in
Toronto, and then went with Mrs. Keeler to Kansas City,
Missouri. Mr. Keeler worked for Miss
Cox, a commander in the Salvation Army.
Margaret worked there for a year.
Her wages were $2.50 a week.
Granny got terribly homesick after she came to the New World. She scrubbed the floor on her hands and knees
and cried because it reminded her of how they scrubbed the floors in Ireland. Someone told her to save her money to buy her
passage back to the old country, and by that time she wouldn’t be homesick. She started saving her money and by the time
she had enough to go back to Ireland, she was fine and stayed.
In June of 1910 Margaret came to
her brother William “Butch” H. Herron had already arrived about a month
before. She worked in the dining room
for Mrs. Grant, and then for Miss Rooney at the . Grant Hotel
On November 29, 1911 she married Bruce Allen Dutton in Miles City Montana. The newlyweds went to the Gates place on the
. In March of 1912 they moved to the Greening
Place. In May 1912 they moved from the
Greening place to Margaret’s homestead near Musselshell
which was just a post office in a neighbor’s house (Sid and Alice Hall). Alice, Montana
Bruce and Margaret Dutton had seven children:
Mary Selena, September 22, 1912, in
Margaret Ruth, October 25, 1914, near Burgoyne at John and Bessie Fitch’s
Bruce Allen, Jr, August 1, 1916, near Melstone at Maggie and John Dougall’s
William Grove, July 16, 1919, in
Joseph Moody, August 18, 1921, at home on Margaret’s homestead in
Orson Henry, June 3, 1925, at home on Margaret’s homestead in
Hazel Noreen, March 23, 1928, in Sumatra, Montana
There is so much more, and I am writing it all up for a book. Now, all you cousins need to get started on your own family book. Thanks to Mom, we have a good bit of information about Granny. Mom sat down and interviewed her before she died, and Mom said Granny seemed pleased that she was doing this. Take this bit of information and get started today! Ya' hear me? Happy St. Patrick's Day to y'all!
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Mr. Wayne Pierce had to leave the Central job near Kingsley, PA, and run another Kinder Morgan job at Hawley, PA. Bobby and I stayed at the Central job along with Mr. Dave Theis, and Tommy Stanaland and the rest of the crew. We took off from work to join the Hawley crew for a safety
Bobby (back row, far left), Adrian Portillo bottom left, no hard hat (his wife, Kelly, was the clerk at North East when I worked at Snake Creek). Alberto Perez, middle row with brown hard hat, and next to him is Victor Contreras.
Barn Quilts! It's a Pennsylvania thing, not a Texas or a Montana thing. The painted designs are on houses, old barns, stores. Here are just a few.
This one is on a lovely home on Church Street, New Milford, PA.
You can call this number if you want to make a reservation. I recommend it.
The Lynn-Lee guest house.
Another lovely place on Church Street in New Milford, PA.
Colorful isn't it? This is in downtown Wyalusing, PA.
Wyalusing has the best looking trash containers!
A store front in historic Wyalusing, PA.
Barn quilt squares originated in Colonial America with the Amish, Mennonites, Lutherans and other people from the Rhine area in Germany, who came to America for religious freedom, and settled in Pennsylvania. These early settlers painted designs on their barns. In the early 2000s the barn quilt art really took off. Donna Sue Groves, from Adams County, Ohio started the first "barn quilt trail." She wanted to honor her mother's Appalachian background by painting a quilt on the barn. The idea grew from one barn quilt to twenty along a driving trail so tourists could enjoy the art. The websites at the end of the blog have more detailed information about barn quilt trails. There is information about making your own barn quilt. I didn't find these examples on a trail in Eastern Pennsylvania. They are just random along the many winding roads that I traveled and enjoyed.