Otsego Herald, Cooperstown, NY, September 3, 1807
Marriage
Married, At Coventry, Connecticut, by John Spier, Esq. the 17th ult. Mr. Asa Harris of Otsego [Otsego Co. NY] to Mrs. Alice Dowe of the former place. Mr. Harris has within the space of three years three months and seventeen days been the husband of three different wives - his present one is his fourth. He is seventy years of age and his present wife fifty. He had never seen her until the middle of the last month. He left home on the 4th and in seventeen days returned with his bride, distance of about 200 miles.
"Two kindest souls alone must wed, / Tis friendship makes the bondage sweet, / And feeds their mutual loves; / Bright Venus, on her rolling throne, / Is drawn by gentlest birds alone, / and Cupids yoke the doves."
Otsego Herald, Cooperstown, NY, September 10, 1807
Death
Died suddenly in Hartwick [Otsego Co. NY] on the evening of the 30th of August, Mrs. Nancy Skiff consort of Mr. Joseph Skiff in the 24th year of her age. She was interred Sept. the 1st. A pathetic discourse was delivered by the Rev. John Bostwick from Job 23d 2d, to a large number of her relations and neighbors who might with propriety say with the text, "Even today is my complaint bitter, my stroke is heavier than my groaning." She was virtuous in life and lamented in death by all who knew her. How transient is all sublimary felicity! We bloom like the rose at noon and are swept away with the evening breeze. Mrs. Skiff was a kind partner, an obedient child, a tender mother, a good neighbor & pleasant friend. We might well say why was life so fair cut down so soon, but God is wise and good, although this stroke is superlatively afflictive to the disconsolate husband and mother whom we will address in the language of the poet.
Otsego Herald, Cooperstown, NY, September 17, 1807
Elopement
Whereas my wife Mary [Harrington] has eloped from my bed and board, this is therefore to forbid all persons harboring or trusting her on my account, as I am determined to pay no debts she may contract after the date hereof. Stephen Harrington, Burlington [Otsego Co. NY] Sept. 15, 1807.
Otsego Herald, Cooperstown, NY, September 24, 1807
Death
Died in Milford [Otsego Co. NY] on the 11th inst. Mrs. Jerusa Lee consort to Lieut. Daniel Lee, aged 43 years.
Mrs. Lee was an amiable matron, a tender mother, and an affectionate wife. She has left a large family and a tender partner to lament her loss. Her funeral obsequies were attended on the Sunday following with great solemnity and a large concourse of people who let fall a tear of sympathy.
Chenango American, Greene, NY, April 29, 1880
Marriage
In Smyrna [Chenango Co. NY] April 21st by Rev. O.L. Severson, Mr. John W. Shepardson to Miss Maria B. Per Lee all of Smyrna.
Deaths
In Coventry [Chenango Co. NY] April 22d, Miss Juliet Eells aged 12 years.
In Smithville [Chenango Co. NY] April 27th, Mr. Thomas Tyler aged 86 years.
In East Norwich [Chenango Co. NY] April 16th, Mrs. Polly Burdick aged 74 years.
In McDonough [Chenango Co. NY] April 18th, Mr. Seth Curtiss aged 87 years 11 months and 11 days.
News Item
Reminiscences of Fifty Years Ago [about 1830]
Among my earliest acquaintances in Greene [Chenango Co. NY] were the old-time mercantile firms of C.&A. Squires, Barnard & Hatch and Rathbone & Hunt. My father traded mostly with C.&A. Squires. He always kept "debt and credit," and many a time I have seen him on a rainy day take his account book under his arm, and start for "the village," to settle with Mr. Squires. They were always willing to trust anyone in whom they had confidence, as witness the fact that at one time while at school, I wanted a sheet of paper. I had no penny and had not time to go home, so I went to Mr. Charles Squires and asked him to trust me. He was willing to do so if I would promise to pay him in a "fortnight." This I readily promised and got the paper. I am happy to say, that I redeemed my promise by paying him out of the proceeds of the sale of some rags, which I carried to the store for my mother. My father always kept his accounts in pounds, shillings and pence. Twelve and a half cents made one shilling and twenty of those shillings made a pound. I believe this was common, fifty years ago.
We never traded much with Messrs. Barnard & Hatch. I, however, used to have some boyish difficulties with a young clerk of theirs, one Rowland Jenkins. You see, I was but a farmer's boy and store clerks in those primitive days, reckoned themselves among the aristocracy.
One little incident connected with the firm of Rathbone & Hunt, or rather I should say, with Mr. Alvah Hunt, left a shade of guilt on my conscience, which is not wholly eradicated to this day. Mr. Hunt had a fine lot of plums in the yard behind the store, which was enclosed by a high board fence. The boys were in the habit of stealing the fruit. One evening, a few of my comrades and myself, collected in front of the store and agreed to ask Mr. Hunt for a few plums. I was chosen as a committee of one to ask him. Accordingly, I presented our petition and received a very decided "No; I haven't got any." In a few minutes after making my report, Mr. Hunt called me to one side and said he was glad to find one honest boy; that the boys kept stealing his plums, even before they were ripe, but just as soon as there were any ripe ones, I should come and he would give me some good ones. In a few days, he sent me, by my father, nearly a hat and of as nice plums as I ever saw, saying, it was for being honest. I took them and ate them, and here was where the guilt came in. I was not a whit more honest than my mates, who merely made me spokesman.
Another of our storekeepers, and a lifelong friend of my father, was Mr. Benjamin Perkins. He was rather an odd genius as I remember him. I never saw him but twice without his long overcoat on. One of those occasions was at my father's funeral, which by the way, was the only time I ever saw him in church. Nevertheless, he was a good man in his way.
Mr. Peck the grocer was another of our tradesmen. He was the first to introduce candies and sugarplums for sale, causing a sensation among the girls and boys. He also kept the "ardent [bar]!" I have often seen some of the most honored men of Greene sitting there cracking hickory nuts with a glass of whisky beside them. Not much temperance in those days. At another time, if agreeable, I may have a little to say about the drink but not now.
Not long after the Congregationalist Church was built (which I remember very well, we were surprised to find carpenters framing a building not far above Barnard's store. We boys asked them what it was to be and the answer was "a meeting house." We believed it, of course, and so reported it at home. What was our indignation, however, to find afterwards that it was only a blacksmith shop. But such was the case, and it was soon ornamented with a splendid sign across the front, with the names of G.R. & A.F. Lyon in big capitals. We boys translated the initials thus "Great African."
The only drug store in town was that of Dr. Joslyn. My old friend, Dr. Purple, read medicine there, and I believe Dr. Willard, also. The last I ever saw of the Joslyn family was Frederick and he was lying on his deathbed in Eaton, Pa. He had commenced the study of law in that city and was stricken down in his prime.
Not many, I presume, of the active businessmen of fifty years ago, are now living. But, oh! how familiar their names appear to me now as I write. There was Rev. J.B. Hoyt (or Birt Hoyt, as we used to call him); his brother Chauncey, the chair maker; Mr. John Winter, the tanner; Mr. Henry Beals, the carpenter; Oramel Austin, the blacksmith; Mr. Samuel Williams, the shoemaker; Mr. Henry Maloy, the cooper; B. Elisha Smith and Horace Green, the hatters; Orrin Sharp, the cabinet maker; Mr. John S. Avery, the wagonmaker; Mr. Ira Watson, the harness maker; Mr. Trumbal, the distiller; the brothers Juliand; my uncle, Stephen Ketchum, Mr. Charles Cameron, Mr. Jesse Scoville, Dr. Levi Farr, Col. M. Birdsall and sons, Mr. William Root and sons G.W. and Orson, Mr. Andrew Race, at the toll bridge; Mr. Pliny Nichols, of the Chenango House, and others whose names I cannot at the moment recall.
Of these, part have crossed the flood and part are "only waiting." Younger than most I have named, I yet feel like an old man. I have drifted away into South Jersey, as fair a land as the sun shines upon, where I shall probably finish my course.
Lewis Hoyt, Hammonton, N.J., April 20, 1880