People, Places

Reminiscences of Morris – Number Seven

by A. S. Avery, Morris Chronicle, October 21, 1874

In copying my manuscript for the printer, I omitted from the list of schoolmates, Selinda, Elizabeth, Acksa, and Walter Wing; Jesse Butts; Andrew G. Shaw; and no doubt there are others whom I do not call to mind.

Elm Grove was the name given to a little settlement about a mile and a half east of Louisville. A store was situated on what is now the corner where Mr. Ellis (Johnson) lives. A lane ran down to near the creek, and at the foot of the lane was Elm Grove Factory. This factory was built in 1815, by Robert L. Bowne and Co. (mill). The company consisted of the rest of the family. Here was manufactured woolen goods and satinetts. Broadcloth was made which sold for $10 the yard. All the weaving was done by hand. This company failed in 1819. The factory was afterwards owned by Samuel Starkweather and operated by ———— Greenwood. It was burned down in 1819. It was rebuilt but never did much business. Robert Bowne & Co. owned the store, and S. S. Bowne was the first clerk. This building now stands — the first house off the creek road, towards Pittsfield, beyond Van Rensselaer’s farm. William Grant, the boss clothier, lived where George Haynes now lives. Here is where Dr. Rice lived, and his son Thomas, who built a furnace and manufactured cast-iron plows. A tannery was also erected here by J.K. Lull & Sons. Today there is a large chair and cabinet manufactory owned by Geo. Benjamin (mill). Joseph Bowne lived on the Wheeler place. Silas Neff had a grocery store near where Thompson Bemiss is building a house. We give a few names of the persons who worked in the factory: Wm. Stewart, Supt., Christopher Gifford, Jesse Ayers, James Gledhill, Heman Lloyd, Richard, and Geo. Gibson, Peter Backus, — Raymond, and others.

The whole territory of Elm Grove proper was laid out into quarter and half-acre lots, and many of them sold about home and in New York City. The 3 acres of Tracy’s are 6 building lots bought of Robert L. Bowne by John Alexander. Wanton Weedon was the surveyor.

Chauncey Todd lived in a log house where Bemiss now lives; Enoch Lawrence where David Dye lives; James Tuttle where Lyman Bugby lives; Millard Aldrich where Job. Aldrich (D. Wing) lived; Greenwood lived in a small one-story house on the site of where Baldwin lives, (here is where old Sayles lived); Daniel Aldrich lived in an old house on the north side of the road nearly opposite Wheeler (Sally ) house; Ira Brooks in an old house nearly opposite Bowne’s gate.

About 70 years ago one wing of the Bowne Mansion was built. The main building was erected by Robert L. Bowne (Peter Platt, builder), in 1817. This house is today one of the largest in the country, embracing 40 rooms, some of which are very large. It is pleasantly situated on a gentle rise of ground in the Butternut Valley near the Tienuderrah River, commanding a view of the valley twenty miles in extent, from New Lisbon on the north-east to the hills of Sidney on the south-west. Fifty years ago it was owned by Geo. Shepherd, by whom it was sold about 1830 to the Loomis Brothers, who sold it to Oliver and Joseph Somers, and they sold it to Hon S, S, Bowne, and it is now owned by his two sons, Charles and John.

A framed school-house stood on the lower side of the road (Jensen) on the corner near the site of the present one. In one end was a large fire-place and the seats were made of rough slabs from the sawmill. Here many of the Lulls, Palmers, Yates, Aldrichs, Gilberts, Alexanders, Lawrences, Todds, Moores, etc. of the district graduated.

William Gilbert first settled at the outlet of a little lake in the town of Laurens. He afterwards, in 1820, moved to the farm now occupied by his son, Butler Gilbert. It was on this farm that the three towns of Pittsfield, New Berlin, and Butternuts joined, and a large butternut tree was made the corner; hence the name Butternuts. The tree was cut down, and three large trees grew from the stump; one of which is standing today. The device of the seal of the B. W. & C. Factory Co. is a stump with three sprouts.

Mr. Lull lived where Mr. Whitcomb now resides (Quite a history of the Lull family has been published). Nathaniel Moore lived where his son Nathaniel now lives. Squire Moore lived where Kirkland lives. Amos Palmer lived where Mr. Hall resides, and Dr. Yates (Latour) owned 1,000 acres adjoining on the north. The Quaker meeting-house was a double log building situated on the Bentley Farm (Cruttenden) between the old burying ground and the turnpike. The old church (Harmony, as it was called after the new stone one was built) stood on the south side of the highway, near the corner. It was used for some years by the Methodists and finally torn down. It was built by John Aiken, by what is known as the “Scribe’s rule.”

Bentley sold his farm to Judge Cathcart, and he sold it to Jeremiah Cruttenden.

The present Friends meeting-house was built by Robert L. Bowne about 1817. A road used to run on the side hill from A. G. Moore’s residence to the old church in front of the meeting-house, and the road up the hill ran on the east side of Moore’s residence. Where the factory school-house stands there used to be a large red woolen and cotton factory. Ellis Cook and John Moore commenced it and sold out to the Factory Co. This company included the name of Judge Franchot, V. P. Van Rensselaer, Benejah Davis, Uri Jackson, Dan Smith, J. C. Morris, Joseph Gilbert, A. G. Washbon, and others. The stone factory was built in 1825 and commenced business in 1826. The cotton was shipped to Catskill, and from there to the factory by horses and wagons. Asa Ames was for many years a teamster. It was not an uncommon thing to be two weeks making the round trip. Large quantities of the cloth were peddled out through the country. A factory was once built between the bridge and Mr. Rotch’s farm (V. Gregory) but the machinery never was put into it, and the floor was broken down one 4th of July, at a celebration there.

Sixty years ago, the school-house in Louisville stood near the corner beyond the bridge, in Franchot’s (Leonard’s) (Paurice) lot. The district then extended to Jared Patrick’s and Lemuel Brooks’ in the east, and to Lyman Collar’s on the west. Samuel Drew, teacher. Dan Smith lived about one mile below Louisville on the road to Gilbertsville, and for some years kept a tavern. This used to be quite a resort for persons to go and shoot at a mark. To snuff a candle 15 rods distant with a rifle ball was considered something of a shot. Deacon Jackson lived in the next house, below, and from there to Gen. Morris’ it was nearly all woods. Here we close the Reminiscences. They might be continued indefinitely, but perhaps we have already wearied the reader. Some people may think it worthwhile to cut them out and put them in a scrapbook. Fifty years from now, they may be of more value. If I have succeeded in refreshing your memory of by-gone days, — of awakening a desire to come and see the old place once more, — to renew old acquaintanceship — exchange friendly greetings, and for the time feel that we are boys again, — I am satisfied. Give us your hand — good-bye. We shall meet again.

Excerpt from Morris, New York 1773-1923 by Joyce Foote, 1970

The previous text was taken directly from the book Morris, New York 1773-1923 by Joyce Foote, 1970. I made a few minor edits, but the content remains unchanged.

Early History, People

Reminiscences of Morris – Number Five

by A. S. Avery, Morris Chronicle, October 7, 1874

For the purpose of refreshing the memories of those who went to school in the new red schoolhouse from 45 to 50 years ago only, and to post the present generation about who used to go, we append a list of one hundred or more names: Leroy, George, and Maria Hitchcock; Zebulon, Caleb, Joshua, Hammond, Abagail, and Jane Weaver; Esther, Edgar, and Henry Holcomb; William, Hartson, and Asahel S. Avery; Nelson, James, Orrin, John, and Ann Dewey; Samuel and Ira Howe; Milton and Joseph Patrick; Wolcot Walker; James and Elizabeth Davis; Lucius, Dan, Addison, Henry, and Nancy Smith; Morris Cooper; Aaron, Harrison, Edmund, Lewis, Matilda, and Susannah Collar; Benjamin, Samuel, Eri, Nahum, and Eveline Draper; Anson, Henry, and Selinda Matteson; Gardner, Charles, and Edward Walker; Horace and Sally Bard; George, Charles, Russell, and Maria Williams; Richard, Charles, Maria, and Joannah Franchot; Uri, Edwin, Henry, Elizabeth, and Sarah Jackson; Nelson and Lewis Drew; John, Robert, and Mary Washbon; Nicholas Shepherd; Hopestill Cruttenden; George and Angeline Bergan; John Roberts; James P. Kenyon; Augustus Arnold; Maria, Zyphra, Julia, and Eliza Thomas; Isaac Fairchild; Jesse Butts; Charles Maxson; James and David Ackerman; Seth and Maria Ames; William, Cyrus, and Mason Gibson; William Joclyn; Lewis and Jabez Collins; Ruth, Ann, Eliza, Euphemia, and Hugh Sherman; Luther Greenman; Marcy Van Aiken; Richard and Dan Falls; Russell, Charles, Amy, and Harriet Moore; Isaac Wade; Oliver and Ruth Ann Curtis; Brown and Nathan Sayles; Geo. L. Bowne; Benjamin Simmons; Sayles Marsh; Charles Griffin.

And by coming down two or three years later, we will add Henry R. and Nancy Washbon; John and James Cope; Wm. P. Card; E.L. and William Payne; William and Edward Bowne; Eliza Bergan; Peleg, Charlot, Mary Ann, and German Weeden; William and Dennis Arnold; John Jay and Emeline Thomas, and others.

By going back five years earlier (1820) we add Mary and Augusta Wheeler; Stephen Walker; Nathan, Oliver, Paschal, and Jonathan Lull; Jonah and John Davis; Lyman, William, and Sally Cruttenden; Orrin and Chauncy Moore; Louise Franchot; Merlin and John Jackson; Jesse and Edwin Smith; George Holcomb; Russell Skidmore.

The names of some of the “Masters” were Richardson, Fellows, Aiken, Jackson, Vermelia, Ladd, Newland; and Mistresses Irean Wade, Eddy Youngs.

Out of this entire list, I don’t know of one who has been in jail or prison. The most studious scholars have turned out the most successful, with few exceptions, where strong drink has been their ruin. Six were lawyers, two physicians, and two are ministers.

Every one in the above list who may read this, will no doubt be gratified for the effort we have made to preserve this bit of history of “our boyhood days”; but to each individual named, there is a volume of history which never will be written. Between this and now, five hundred children have come and gone, and the next ten years will add another hundred to the list. A beggar’s dozen is all that is left in town of those who went to school here “five and forty years ago”.

Every village can generally boast of one or more eccentric or noted characters – a certain Deacon A., Squire B., or Col. C. In and about Louisville there were several, and it may not be inappropriate to record some of their “sayings and doings.” And we hope no one will take exceptions to them; for they are recorded now, as they were told then – to amuse the crowd. And we have no doubt but the individuals if present, would laugh over them again as heartily as they did at the time.

Cornelius Jenne, the shoemaker, was always loaded with stories. In early life he was a sailor, and who ever knew a sailor that could not “spin a yarn.” He had his by-words and hearty laugh, and it is impossible to record his stories and give them the peculiar phase of humor with which they were received when told by himself. He had an excellent memory. Could give you the names of his personages, and the particular date in which the thing occurred, and he always commenced them with something like the following – “Six and thirty years ago, the 19th day of last July, if I am not mistakened, and by-gud I don’t think I be, down on the eastern short of Maryland, the sailors caught a mud-turtle and put a barrel of salt on his back, and he walked off tip-toe, but when he came to a little hillock it brought him down flat-foot, by-gud – ha-ha-ha!” “It was five and forty years ago, the 11th day of next November if I am not mistakened, and by-gud I don’t this I be, my great-grandfather killed a white bear on the island of New Zealand that weighed two tons, by-gud.” “Down on the eastern shore of Maryland they used to raise 250 bushels of shell corn to the acre. That’s the place to raise corn, b-y-e-g-a-d! ha-ha-ha!” “When I first came into this part of the country, they used to say Cornelius Jenne and John Aikens; but now it’s “Square Aikens and Old Jenne, be-gud-ha-ha-ha!” “In 1803, that was five and thirty years ago, on the 27th day of last April, in the city of Charleston, I saw a sow with twenty-four pigs following her through the streets. I was there thirteen years afterwards and saw the same old sow with sixteen pigs, and by-gud I don’t know but she’s breeding yet — ha-ha-ha! b-y-e-gud!”

Excerpt from Morris, New York 1773-1923 by Joyce Foote, 1970

The previous text was taken directly from the book Morris, New York 1773-1923 by Joyce Foote, 1970. I made a few minor edits, but the content remains unchanged.