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Early History, People, Places

Local Reminiscence

Donna Foote

by A. S. Avery

From The Morris Chronicle, 1898

Part Three*

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

Number 5: The Skidmore store, which stood in 1827 where Hoke’s store (Rendo) now stands, was occupied in 1833 by Jenks and Weeden as a grocery store and in 1834 was moved to Grove Street and is now occupied by Mrs. Ross. The first building erected east of the store was built by Geo. Holcomb for a jewelry store about 1829. He kept the first steel pins for sale, which he sold for three and four cents a piece, and the first lucifer matches that could be ignited by friction without the use of sandpaper. This building was moved and a larger one built by R. Garratt. This house now stands next beyond Mrs. O.B. Matteson’s. The present building was built by C.R. Brown and occupied by him till he went to Saratoga Springs. The second story was used by A.W. Whiston as Daguerreian rooms, here the first ambrotypes were made in town. A young man by the name of Noland used it for the same purpose in 1857.

N.B. Gregory was employed by Brown as a dentist in Brown’s store. Mr. Gregory afterward went to France and became a wealthy man by his trade. He died a few years ago in Unadilla to which place he had retired. While Brown occupied the store, James Oliver, Joe Broadbent, and John Hewel worked for him.

When Mr. Brown moved away, E.L. Payne bought the building and it was used as a dry goods store and milliner shop by Mrs. Payne (Sheldon Gallery). The fall after the big fire in September 1883, Potter Bros. occupied it. Later it was used for several different firms as a flour and feed store. It is now the property of N. Bridges and is occupied by L.L. Wallace, the Racket Store. The second story has been occupied by many different tenants for living rooms.

The next house built on this street was the rectory. Lull and Gilbert took the job. Among those who have lived there we recall Priest Beach, rector for seventeen years, Revs. Alger, Hill, Foote, Bishop Tuttle, Bishop Rulison, Cullen, Coan, Cook, and Gesner. While the latter was rector, the parsonage was sold to Mr. Payne, who moved it down on his lot where it is used as a store and residence by Miss Pascoe (Johnson), and the new rectory was built, which is now occupied by Rev. George Sterling.

In 1837 a building was erected between the church and the rectory for a parochial school and a Mr. Burt was the teacher. This building was later moved to the present site of Mrs. Steele’s place. Here it was used one year as a schoolhouse and was then fixed over for a tenant. Later it was bought by N.B. Pearsall and moved up nearer the road in the east side of the lot, rebuilt, and occupied by him as a residence till he died. It has this year become the home of Loren Babcock (Miller).

Ezra Holbrook built the house on the corner for a three family or factory boarding house about 1847. E. Grafton’s family have occupied it since about 1866. Richard Garratt built the house now occupied by Dr. Hall (Richard Campfield). This house is not a a frame house but the timbers are all boards about five inches wide laid on top of each other jutting out and in half an inch plastered on both sides. Later it was enlarged and clapboarded. Here is where Squire Harrison lived many years and later his son-in-law, John A. Ward and family.

The stone house was built by Jacob K. Lull (Naylor) in 1845 for a shoe shop. Later it was the home of the OTSEGO CHRONICLE, published by William A. Smith. In 1869 Lyman Bugby had a grocery there. It afterward became a tenant house. A few years ago it was bought and repaired by P.D. Foote, who occupied it at a residence. The building was for a number of years a center of great activity in the shoe-making business. Out from the back side was wooden addition and on both floors were workmen while in front was the leather room and a stack of boots and shoes for sale. The shop was run in connection with Mr. Lull’s tannery which was located two miles up the valley on the farm now owned by Mrs. A.O. Corrick. As many as ten journeymen shoemakers worked in this shop at one time. This continued for 18 years during all of which time Harvey Cook, now of this village, worked there. Among others who were employed there, we recall David Bunnell, Delos Payne, Cyrus Lull, William Nash, George Coon, Peter Edgett, Stephen Olds, Ira Quinby Sr., and his son (Capt.) Ira Quinby, John Scudder, John Hollenbeck, Elijah P. Sweet, Creal Shaw, and William Turner.

The house west of Dr. Hall’s was built by David Bresee for a dwelling and tailor shop (Costello). It was afterward occupied by Joseph S. Jarvis, and later became the property of Dr. Bassett, the tailor shop being his dental office.

Number 6: I have been told that the Episcopal Church was built in 1818-19. In style it was a duplicate of a church in Connecticut. The builder was a Mr. McGeorge who took the contract for $5,000. When it was completed he had lost money, but the society was so well pleased with his work that he was given $500 more. There was no case to the first organ put in, and my father cased it for $60. The money was raised by contribution. Miss Lucy Todd (Mrs. Norris Gilbert) was the organist for many years. Later a larger organ was put it, having a row of pedals. In 1869-70 the church building was enlarged on the rear, and Mrs. Grimshaw gave the present organ, which cost about $2,500. Mrs. Mary Pearsall was the organist of the church for a great many years after Mrs. Gilbert.

In the southeast corner about ten feet from the ground is a rough cross marked on a stone. Inside of that stone are some documents relating to the church, put there by Rev. M. Rulison. I also put in some local history, including a memorandum of village, town, and state officers and name of the President of the United States; also a glass negative, some photographs and newspapers. I mention this as not a half dozen persons had knowledge of the fact.

While Samuel Sommers lived just across the road, the bell was rung at sunrise, 12 n. and 9 p.m. The tongue was weighted and the bell was cracked. The present bell reads on one side, J. Hanks, 1828. The town clock was put in in 1849 by a man from Smyrna, N.Y. The price asked for it was to be $300, but he succeeded in raising only $225. It has run ever since and is a pretty good clock now.

The main part of the house now owned by Mrs. Flagg (Harrington) was Avery’s printing office and was moved to its present site about 1863.

In 1833 a firm in Hudson sold to the village its first fire engine. It was called a rotary pump engine, requiring about ten men to turn the cranks. It cost $300 of which the Hargrave Factory Co., gave $100. The engine house was on the Flagg or Pearsall lots. Later A.S. Avery and John Scudder made a bee and drew it down to the brook. It is now Luee’s barber shop.

The old red tavern mentioned in No. 3, was owned by L. Daniels, who sold it to Dan Smith. The bar-room was taken off in 1833 and moved to where Henry Wallace’s house (Barton) now stands (later it was the barn). The tavern was torn down and the present stone one built in 1833 by Smith, and first opened as a “hotel” by J.S. Bergan. The word “hotel” was the French for Inn or Tavern. Later it was occupied by John Whitcomb, Corwin and Gates, E.E. Yates, Jackson and Gross, John Gaskin, N. Ballard, and others, and for the past twenty five years by W.H. Gardner.

The Yates hotel was built by Erastus W. Yates in 1840. Joseph Waite was the contractor. It was here that the great Ox Yoke Company was formed, in which a number of our citizens invested money which they never saw afterward. Later it was occupied by E.L. Payne and others. As a hotel, it was not a success and Mr. Payne and his wife turned it into a store and residence and occupied it as such until they died a short time ago. It is still used as such.

The building now occupied by the meat market next to Hoke’s store was built in 184?; but it stood on a Broad Street site directly opposite the CHRONICLE office and was occupied by Nathaniel Stevenson as a shoe shop. Among those who worked for him, I recall Joseph Coggshall, who was a fine boat maker. He had many others working for him. Later the building was moved to its present location and occupied by David Bresee as a tailor shop and then by James Little, merchant tailor. It was been used for a market for a long time with living rooms upstairs.

The large white building on the corner occupying the site of the Skidmore store was built by Chauncey Moore and Jonathan Lull in 184?. Later it was occupied by R.H. Van Rensselaer, then Jarvis and Perry. A little room in the southwest corner was occupied one season as a tailor shop by G.S. Elwell. In the east side of the building was the post office for a time when Mr. Jarvis was postmaster and also Harley Sargent. W.R.B. Wing afterward purchased the building and carried on the drug and grocery business until he died about 1870. D.I. Laurence and Legrand Sanderson clerked for him. J.P. Kenyon succeeded Mr. Wing, then J.A. Ward and Co., and now it is owned and occupied by V.J. and A.R. Hoke.

The highway between the Skidmore store and the red tavern was about eight rods wide, and the first two circuses that came here had their tents pitched between the tavern and the traveled road. Near where the present barn stands was at one time a nine-pin alley.

*Editor’s note: This chapter of the book is lengthy, so I have divided it into four parts.

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, Places

Local Reminiscence

Donna Foote

by A. S. Avery

From The Morris Chronicle, 1898

Part Two*

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

Number 3: How Main Street looked east from the “corners” 70 years ago. Just imagine the red corner store, standing on the south corner of Main and Broad Streets, facing west, with a sign reading “L. Skidmore,” over the door. From this store, a board fence extended east about four rods; then a rail fence to where now stands the Payne tenement house (Sheldon Gallery). Here stood the Davis barn. From the barn to the church property was a rail fence. Now imagine a circular board fence in front of the church, with a double picket gate in the middle directly in front of the church door.

From the northeast corner of the church property to the corner of what is now Mrs. Steele’s lot (Gorsira) was a board fence in front of the “brick office”; from there to the oak tree (still standing) corner of Main and Hargrave Streets was a rail fence which was continued up the road for half a mile; opposite the Van Rensselaer garden were two black cherry trees. The brick office mentioned above was built by Gen. Jacob Morris for his son John C. but never occupied by him. It was a one-story house with two front rooms, divided by a hallway. An addition was built on the back side for a kitchen and bedroom and it was used as a tenant house. The lot east of the office had but recently been cleaned up, the stumps and logs yet being visible. The “mill road” went down east of the gully, and the stone building on the present corner of Hargrave and Lake Streets now occupied by Messrs. Phillips and Nichols, (Clawson) is exactly in the old road.

On the north side of the street, opposite Skidmore store, was an inn; better known as the “old red tavern.” It was a two-story building with a double piazza, and on the east end was a one-story room in which was the bar. The building stood about where the kitchen of the present hotel is; was not always used as an inn, but frequently as a tenant house. About twenty feet from the barroom was a horse shed connecting with the barn; back of the barn was a steep bank, and where Mr. Hoke’s house (Gould Benedict) and garden was an old orchard. East of this lot stood Jenny’s shoe shop (Harris), a little one-story house about 14 x 16 feet; east of this, on the site of Mrs. Thurston’s residence (Sheldon), was the Jenny house, one-story and a half high, with a basement used as a tenant house and cellar. The barn on the premises stood over the little brook just east of the Potter house (Pasternak), and the barnyard extended to the Beekman house (Gage). On this lot was a small one-story house on a high bank forming a steep descent to the road. Here Eliakim Howe lived and built his tailor shop about where the dining room of the present house is.

Colonel Van Rensselaer owned the next house (Field house site) and Samuel Somers lived in it. To this house in 1827 came James P. Kenyon to live, then a lad of five years old. The house that stands there has the same upright today. Take off the piazza and the extension to the rear; put back the old chimney with its two fireplaces and brick oven; take off the cornice and paint the building with yellow ochre, and there you have it.

The next house was an old wood-colored house (Harrington) owned by Dan Smith and sold to Asahel Avery in 1820 for $700.00, to be paid for in cattle. It had in 1825, two front doors – one half of the building was the cabinet shop. The lot was so recently cleared that there were stumps on it and a brush fence on a part of the west and north sides. The next house was occupied by Allen Holcomb (Faber). It was a small two-story house with a hall on the west side and one front room. In the rear, he had a shop for making splint bottom and Windsor chairs.

The next house was a little one-story house (Jacobsen) occupied at that time by the widow Mills – mother of Daniel Lafayette, and their brothers and sisters. The next was the two-story house built by Joshua Weaver and now occupied by P. Weeden (Keehan); there was no piazza on it. About twenty feet east of it stood his harness shop, and beyond this was his barn, about where Mr. Martindale’s house now stands (Quinton). The next, and last, house was Col. Van Rensselaer’s (Godley), built of stone and plastered on the outside. In front of this house was a white picket fence, with one large double gate and two small ones. The fence posts were locust, brought here by farmers of Windsor, Broome County, who sold them probably two posts for a yard of cotton cloth. Seven-eights of those posts are in that fence today.

Number 4: In 1827, all of the village of Morris west of the road leading to New Berlin and north of West Main Street was owned by Benajah Davis and Luther Skidmore. The Davis house, on the corner where the Kenyon house (Gage block) stands, was a two-story house, painted white on three sides and red on the north side; with a piazza in front and a seat on each side. The front fence was of pickets painted white. There was a green in the highway, and the road was about eight rods wide.

There was a dam on the brook, and the water from it was used to grind the bark and full the hides of the Davis tannery, which stood about what is now the rear of the brick buildings on Main Street. Dr. Wing had an office close to the road where now is D.I. Laurence’s lawn. On the corner of Church and Main Streets was a little old house where Luther Skidmore lived (Hobart Lull). On the east side of the brook beyond where Mrs. O. B. Matteson now lives (H. Crumb) was an old building, unoccupied at the time, called the file factory, and I have heard that once gun barrels were bored there. The chamber was sometimes occupied by a tenant.

I will give herewith a list of the families living then on what is now the present corporation. On the Main Street: V. P. Van Rensselaer, Joshua Weaver, Jas. Mills, Allen Holcomb, Asahel Avery, Samuel Somers, E. Dewey in the brick office, Eliakim Howe, Cornelius Jenny, F. Harris, Z. Roberts, Benajah Davis, Luther Skidmore, Joseph Pearsall on the present Washbon farm, Dr. Bard, Dr. Wing, John Roberts, and Jeremiah Cruttenden.

On Grove Street: Eli Waters, E. Walker, L. Moody and L. Curtis.

On Broad Street: Paschal Franchot, Mrs. Louis Franchot, J. S. Bergan, John Bard, L. Cruttenden, W. Jackson, Newel Marsh.

William Barnes lived at the grist mill. Boss Titus at Van Rensselaer’s, Milton Patrick at Avery’s, Perrin Well at Howe’s, Eunice Gregory (Mrs. Lent) at Jenny’s, Wolcott Walker at Davis’, Rufus Sanderson with Moody.

There may be one or two names left out and a year’s variation in the actual dates but it is near enough to say that there were twenty-nine houses and about 156 inhabitants.

Mr. Jackson was killed by the bursting of a 56 at a 4th of July celebration. He was living on the site of Dr. Matteson’s house. J. W. Weeden lived there later (1833) and had his leg broken while helping move the old corner store of E.C. Williams. Other casualties have happened which may be mentioned later.

These notes on olden times will probably interest some of the readers of the CHRONICLE, and perhaps a few persons may reserve them in their scrapbook. Two generations have passed away since these things happened, and I alone am left to record them.

*Editor’s note: This chapter of the book is lengthy, so I have divided it into four parts.

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 Six

Donna Foote

by A. S. Avery, Morris Chronicle, October 14, 1874

John Stockwell was a little old man who used to wear a long-tailed coat much too large for him. His business was making corn husk door-mats. He was very courageous when out of danger. It was amusing to hear him tell how he would mow down the enemy in case of war. Cannon was his favorite weapon, loaded with log-chains, which were to spread out as they were discharged, and mow down the enemy by thousands. He was an ardent admirer of Generals Washington and Jackson and was a little proud when called General Stockwell. He was desperately afraid of the Indians, and fifty years ago the Oneidas frequently came and encamped near the village, the squaws selling brooms and baskets. The boys tormented the General by whooping and yelling in the evening around his house, near Arries’. Upon one occasion they disguised themselves and chased him into Gifford’s house. “Hide me: hide me!” said John, “the Indians are after me.” “Where?” said Christopher. “Anywhere, quick, quick, they are after my scalp!” So Gifford picked him up and tucked him into the oven.

John Roberts was another character. He was a large man, full six feet high, an excellent mechanic (wheelwright), and possessed one of the best memories. All the details and history of the Revolutionary War; all the public events, were at his tongue’s end. He, too, like nine-tenths of the people of his day, took a little too much toddy. Here is the original of a certain story which is often requested, viz.: On a certain occasion he met Priest Hill, now in Cal., in Moore’s store. Roberts, being a little full, apologetically regretted that he had not attended meetings of late; that he felt it his duty to contribute something to the dominie’s salary; that he always thought a great deal of the Episcopalians, and that if he joined any church it would be the Episcopal, for they never meddled with politics nor religion.

Thomas Joclyn — “Uncle Tom” — was fond of his half-pint: he was not quarrelsome, but frequently drunk. In those days, men were imprisoned for debt, and upon one occasion, Tom was seized by the constable and locked up in one of the chambers of the old red tavern. The window of this room was not fastened, and beneath the window outside stood an old table, so Tom crawled out and, hanging by his hands to the window-sill, dropped himself down. The window in the room below was raised, and as his feet struck the table it tipped over throwing Tom headfirst into the room. Before he could recover from his surprise at finding himself in the house, the constable caught him again. “How came you in here?” asked the constable. “How?” said Tom; “Well I should like to know how myself; but the fact is, the house stands on a mitre.”

Allen Holcomb sometimes made coffins, and upon one occasion, a townsman called and ordered one made for his child. Holcomb charged him $2.50, and the purchaser complained of the price as exorbitant. Holcomb, being a very passionate man for a “Friend” said, “Well, when thee dies, I’ll make thy coffin for nothing, and I’ll make it out of Hemlock so thee can go through h–l snapping.”

Once upon a time, Zeba Washbon employed Jo Hawley to clear off a piece of pineland, agreeing to give him a certain sum and all the ashes he could save; informing him that white pine ashes were worth $2.00 per bushel. Jo went to work, cleared it off, and burned it over, but when he looked for his white pine ashes they were not to be found. Jo said nothing but waited his opportunity. At the proper time, Washbon got Jo to sow it to round turnips. Instead of getting turnip seed he got mustard. In due time it came up very nicely. After waiting a couple of weeks, the discovery was made that they were not turnips, and Washbon asked Hawley if he had not made a mistake in the seed. “No,” said Jo, “no mistake at all; you just sow some white pine ashes over the piece and you’ll have as nice turnips as ever you saw.”

Very few of my readers can recollect the excitement when Gen. Jackson was running the second time for President. I was then a little puny lad of nine years. The neighborhood of boys, like their fathers, were nearly equally divided into “Jackson men” and “Adams men”. I was a Jackson man.

Upon a certain occasion in that summer before election, we boys were playing on the green in front of the church, and a part of the time our sport consisted in each party trying to make more noise than the other by “hollerin” “hur-r-a-w for Jackson!” and “hur-r-a-w for Adams!” The excitement increased; hard names (as we thought) were called until it became necessary to “resort to arms!” Our reputation was at stake, our strength must be tried, our courage must be put to the test. Off went the coats and everyone was preparing for the contest. I was one of the smallest boys, and wore trousers that buttoned to my coat, and wishing to appear as big as any of them, endeavored to pull off my coat like the rest, and off it came; but down went my breeches, and there I stood with my shirt on. My ludicrous appearance caused a shout from all parties, while I was so mad I cried and gathering up as well I could, started for home.

“What is the matter, bubby?” said my mother. “Uh-uh-uh-bo-o-o, darn him,” said I, bawling as hard as I could, “Hen Holcomb called me an Adams man.”

Next week we will speak of Elm Grove.

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

Donna Foote

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.

Early History, People, Places

Reminiscences of Morris

Donna Foote

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

by A. S. Avery, the Morris Chronicle, September 9, 1874

Number 1

“When I was a boy.” How often do we hear this remark, and how it calls up in our minds the scenes and incidents of by-gone days. Each individual sees in his mind’s eye a different picture but alike real. Oh! Who can stay the ravages of time? For it is Death ticking off the moments of our lives, and change – continual change, and I might add, eternal creation and destruction is the immutable law of nature. How it strikes on the ear of the young. Past history lived over again.

We will start from the old cherry tree at the East end of Main Street, and walk over the village of Morris, and tell how it used to look, fifty years ago.

There were two cherry trees here then, which “we boys” have often climbed and more often stoned. To-day this old tree is a land-mark. From the top of this high bluff on the North, “old Sayles” and Eli Cole used to take a large sled, pile on 15 to 20 cords of wood and slide down the hill into and across the road.

Near by on the right hand is the new residence of Col. V. P. Van Rensselaer (Godley). The trees in the door-yard have just been set out and are growing finely. The residence is one of the finest west of Albany. The window glass is the largest, for but few persons had seen in that day anything but 7×9 glass in a dwelling house.

Going down the road we first come to the mill-road. The road ran down the hill through the woods on the East side of that old oak tree, and the factory store (stone house) and shed stand right in the old highway (Hargrave St.). The next building on Main Street is Joshua Weaver’s Harness Shop. The next near by, is his dwelling house owned by Peleg Weeden (Keehan). The next house was a little one-story building, end to the road, occupied by Mills, and afterwards by Edward Wing, who built the two-story part of the present house in 1830, now occupied by S. G. Weeden (Jacobsen). The next was a small two-story house built by Bentley, and owned by Allen Holcomb (Faber), in the rear of which he manufactured Windsor chairs. Across the road in front of these aforementioned houses, was a clearing full of stumps, and log heaps. The next was a long one-story-and-a-half house, with two front doors, owned by Asahel Avery (Harrington), one end of it being used for a Cabinet Shop. Across the road opposite was a one-story brick house built by Gen. Jacob Morris for his son, John C., for an office, but John, not taking a fancy to living there, it was used as a dwelling house, and at this time was occupied by Ebenezer Dewey.

The next house was owned by Col. Van Rensselaer, and rented to Elijah Hitchcock, afterwards occupied by Rev. Russell Wheeler, John Roberts, Samuel Somers, and others, finally sold to Richard Garratt, and now owned by Mrs. Matthews (Field house site). Across the road, six years before (1818) was built by Mr. McGeorge, the Episcopal Church, with a half circle fence in front. The church cost $5,500. The next house was a small one-story house owned by Eliakim Howe (Gage), a tailor by trade. The site of J. K. Lull’s house (Sheldon) was a hog-yard. The next house was owned by Cornelius Jenne (Harris), a shoemaker; this house was so recently altered over that its appearance is in remembrance of most town’s people. Across the road, on the site of the Otsego House (Sheldon), was Davis’ barn. At the foot of the steep hill in front of Squire Harrison’s (Benedict) house was a goose pond.

The present site of J. M. Lull’s house was an orchard, and near where the stone store is, stood the tavern barn. The old Red Tavern, built by Sturgis Bradley before 1800, situated about where the kitchen of the Louiville Hotel (Morris Inn) is, was a long two-story building with a double piazza on front, and a one-story bar-room on the East end. In front of it on a green, large enough to put up a circus tent, stood the sign between two posts, reading, “Z. Roberts’ Inn”. Across the road, on the East of the four corners, stood a story-and-a-half red store facing the West, built by Mr. Pratt and owned by Luther Skidmore. This store was moved and is now R. Cooley’s house (A. Pickens), and the present building (Rendo) was built by Chauncy Moore in 1832.

Crossing the shunpike running from New Berlin to Huntsville, on the West corner was the two-story residence of Squire Davis, and just beyond the house was the one-story red shop and post-office, and in the rear is the Tannery, the bark-mill and fulling mill run by water from the brook. The next building across the brook was Dr. Wing’s office, moved from the opposite side of the road. We come next to the shunpike that led into the settlement known as “Hayti”, on the corner stood a one-story house owned by Luther Skidmore (H. Lull). Further on stood the new red school house, built by Uri Jackson. And near the tenant house of H. R. Washbon was an old house occupied by Joseph Pearsall, who always dressed in the Continental costume of sledrunner coat, knee breeches, long stockings, and buckles on his shoes. On the road to South New Berlin, near the present site of Matteson’s Tannery (near H. Crumb), was an old building called the File Factory, used afterwards for boring gun barrels, and lastly as a dwelling house.

Let us retrace our steps, and start again at the four corners.

On the South-east corner was a small red store built by Dr. Hadley and Mr. Goble, occupied by Edward Williams; it is now Turney’s saloon (First National Bank). Next West of it was a two-story tavern (there were no hotels in those days) built and occupied by Jeremiah Cruttenden (Telephone Office). There was a picket fence in front of it, and farther out in the road were three poplar trees. The bar-room was one-story high on the west end. Where now is the Perry Block (Kinney) was the tavern shed. It was here that the first elephant in the country (old Bet) was exhibited. A road ran down by the side of the brook to the other street, and on this was Franchot & Van Rensselaer’s distillery. The brick house of Dr. Wing (Buhr) was commenced in 1824; the bricks were burned about three miles down the creek by Winton & Dayton. An old one-story house stood in what is now the garden, occupied by Cy Jackson. The next and last house on the main street was a two-story house on the present site of Lyman Brooks’ house (Catholic Center), owned by Dr. Bard. And where now is Murdock’s barn (H. Pickens trailer) was Eli Walter’s wagon shop, and across the road opposite, was the “old schoolhouse” (D. Foote) in Lull’s woods. It is said, these woods were underbrushed to furnish whips for the school-master. To say he wore up one breech “gad” a day would be a modest estimate. In those days it was master and servant or slave; instead of Teacher and pupil. Walter’s house stood where Murdock’s (H. Pickens house) now stands. The house where W. E. Bunn (Lennox) lives was built by Dr. Hadley and at that time was owned by Stephen Walker, and his carpenter shop was situated about in the door-yard of L. J. Davis (Shields), it was sided up with shingles. Lynn Cruttenden had a blacksmith shop where L. J. Davis’ is, and R. Cooley’s (A. Pickens) garden, near the brook was an ashery. Opposite the ashery was a one-story house occupied by Frank Harris (Burdick), a basket maker. The wagon shop on the corner was owned by John Bard (Moore). Where C. H. Turney’s house is was Lysander Curtis’ (Lamb) gun shop. On the opposite side of the road was a small one-story house occupied by Allen Jackson (Stafford); he was killed by the bursting of a 56 on the 4th of July in 1814. In those days there were no platform scales and many articles were sold at gross weight, 2,240 lbs. for a ton, and 56 was a weight with a hole drilled into it. In this was put a charge of powder, then a crease was cut in a plug which was driven in, and then primed and fired.

The next house, I. Mansfield’s (G. Mansfield), was owned by Lyman Cruttenden. The next, H. M. Perry’s (B. Jacobsen), by E. C. Williams, the second-story was a Masonic Hall. The next, Dr. Fox’s (Collier), was the residence of John Bard, and the next was Franchot’s old store, moved to the corner below, and occupied by Benj. Lull, hatter; afterwards by J. S. Bergen, and later by Obediah Seely (Merrick). Near the site of A. C. Moore’s (F. Elliott) house was a small one-story white house owned by Mrs. Lewis Franchot. The rear of the Franchot (Gutierrez) house, by the creek bridge, was built by Judge Franchot in 1810. In what is now the factory pond near the old cotton house, was the Miller’s house. The mill has been raised, but stands on the old site.

Coming back to the corners again, on the road to New Berlin, at the foot of the hill opposite James Little’s (P. Decker) residence, was a blacksmith shop (R. Stafford), and on the left hand at the top of the hill was the residence of Newell Marsh. A little further on, about opposite the road that goes down to the sled factory, was a red house which was moved about 1830 nearly opposite Stephen Walker’s (L. Foote) residence, and occupied by Norman Newell, afterwards by Rufus Sanderson, and now by Moses Luther (gone now – R. Lull’s vacant lot).

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.