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is very likely you may live far from any meeting-house and have no
opportunity of hearing preaching. But, my child, you must read the
Bible, read it again and again. Think of what you read and ^)r«c
no rcfipccfcr of persons.

I wish to relate the following incident Avhich occurred
to show my mother's faithfulness in attending church or
prayer-meeting, Cliristmas day. in 1881, came on Sun-
day; there were Sunday-school and prayer-meeting at


the State Road Church, and that day my mother and I
were somewhat late in starting out to meeting. My only
brother, living, G. N., had invited us to take Christmas
dinner with him. We would pass the church in going to
his house, and when we arrived at the church, though
very late, my mother said: '"Are you not going to stop
for meeting?" I replied: '"It is very late, and we will
not get down to iny brother's in time for dinner."' But
mother stopped, nevertheless, at church, and we took dinner
that day, too, with my brother. At that time half of m}'
father's family had passed away; first my twin brother,
then my father, and still later my eldest brother, which
left my mother, my elder brother and myself. Half the
family had gone to their reward, half was then living.
It was the last meal we. as children, were ever permitted
to partake of with our mother. How well we enjoyed
that family gathering, not knowing it to be our last. My
mother and I came home. She died in two weeks from
that day. She attended to her daily aifairs until within
a few days before her death; was at Blooming Valley,
on Thursday % January 5, 1882, and returneil home ap-
parently as well as usual. On the Saturday following,
January 7, my mother passed through the "' Golden

Some of my readers may possibly discuss with them-
selves why it is that I have taken so much interest in
patronizing and contributing to the History of Crawford
Count}. ])ublished by Warner, Beers & Co., and in plac-
ing this volume, an offering of friendship, in the hands of
my relatives and friends. There are several reasons which
have prompted me to do this, the chief one being that I
believe I am doing right by the memory of my parents
and departed lirothers, in having their portraits and
sketches in the history of our county, and having them


collected into book form and distributed to my friends at
my own expense.

"'Well,'" some may say. "it costs money to do tliat."'
Who knows this ])etter than myself? It took food and
clothing, together with long, patient instruction to rear a
boy known as F. C. Waid. Who did this? Mij faiher
(111(1 III of her. They took pleasure in rearing and proyid-
ino; for their family, as I take delight and have the satis-
faction of remembering them in the way I consider most
appropriate. They taught me the great lessons of life;
and now I ask of you, how much do I owe to them?
AVords fail to express it. A problem so deep can only be
fathomed by experience, and the longer I live the more I
know of the relationship that exists between parent and
child. There is the old family Bible, out of which, in my
hearing, my parents have read the best maxims of life.
Then would they kneel down ])y the family altar and pray
to the Lord to help us to carry out and practice the
golden rules throughout our lives. Such knowledge is
wonderful, indeed !

Years ag-o, on the occasion of one of my old school-
mates visitin^ iis. and durinoj our social chat, he made this
remark, when speaking of his parents: "I had a
mother, but I never had a father — I mean / iicrcr JoihmI
my father.'^ I replied, addressing him: "I cannot say
that of my parents, for whilst I had a good mother, one
whom it will take her son all his lifetime to fully a])pre-
ciate, I had equally as good a father."' And now. though
my })arents have passed away, and I am nearly fifty-three
years old, yet I am still becoming acquainted with and
more appreciative of their real value. To me, truth never
gets old, nor does it Avear out. In the Scriptures we are
advised to huji ihc iruih and xcll if not. So I ever re-
member the instructions of my parents. Life passes
j)leasantly by Mdien we live aright.


Youth ! When, about a year ago, I began writing this
homily, I was anxious for you to choose the good way,
and wished you, urged you to seek (iffcr ri(/ltfeoufines>i.
Let me assure you, as one that loves you as a father and
friend, that my desire is for joxir good and happiness in
this life and in the life to come, and there is a way to find
it. Can I do my duty as a Christian and as a friend,
without pointing out this way ? Then so much peace and
happiness comes to those that seek the Lord. I do not
want you to live on in rebellion against Him and lose all
at last. Had I not passed a life of experience in this
pleasant way and therefore know for myself the blessed-
ness given those who obey, I would not try to persuade
you as I do. You do not wish to go through life without
the presence of your hcxi frIciuJ to help you. The friend
I speak of is the one whose help we all need and must
have or we cannot have a place with the righteous in His
kingdom when we die. The time will come when friend
and brother will be gone, when father and mother will
have passed away, and your best earthly friends will have
all gone to their reward. Think how much better it
Avould be for you, to-day, to choose to be on the Lord's
side than to delay any longer. How great the peace and
comfort that would come to you, besides your condition
being bettered for all time to come. This is not all. Let
me ask you to think of the satisfaction it would bring to
your parents, your relatives and friends. Why, I think,
everybody would rejoice with you.

I think I can safely say, during my life, Avhile my
parents were living, I never did anything which pleased
them so well as when I sought the Lord and began to
serve Him. Then many years afterward, at the close of
my father's life, think you it was not a great satisfaction
to each of us. as Ave took each other l)y the hand and said


the last ■■ t^ood-by ?" How dear to my heart was that
scene! How lasting on mj memory, to part with my
father's dying blessing on me — he with whom I had
spent oyer thirty-six years o£ my life on the farm! My
father had a stroke of paralysis of the right side, Decem-
ber 22, 1870: he died January 27, 1871. During his
sickness he was yisited and called on by many of his
relatiyes and friends. The hcsf interyiew (and I had
many, being daily with him ) and the last one was on the
day he died. In the morning he inquired about his chil-
dren and made a request to my mother that he "wanted
Francis to come to his room."' As I entered the room
with my mother he said, looking me in the face: "■ Take a
seat by my bed, I want to see you.'' And as mother
passed out of the room he said to me: "Close the door,
for I want to talk with you." I will not narrate all he
said: but words of adyice and wisdom, such as I had
neyer heard fall from his lips before, were mine to hear
and keep and practice in life. During that long inter-
yiew (though it seemed short) I learned much that has
been Avorth more than gold to me. He died about noon
that day.

AYe are all aware of this truth, whether our liyes are
long or short, the parting hour in'll come to each one of
us. prepared or unprepared. It is written: Let me die
flic (h'dih of f/ic ri(/lifcoi(s, and let nnj last cud he like his.
AYho does not want to come to the end of his or her pil-
grimage in this way"? Dayid said: I icofild rcdher be a
door keeper in fhe house of f he Lord than fo dicell in ihe
iculs of u- irked uess. Youth! move out of the the tent of
sin. There is a better place for you to liye in — it is the
Lord's house — where there is bread e)iou(/h (oid io sj^are.
How well it goes with us when we obey the good shep-
herd. He will lead us beside still urde)-s and (jreen pas-


f lives. If there is any one thing more desirable than
another in this life I think it is to be the Lord's child,
who shall not want, but on whom blessings, both temporal
and spiritual, are bestowed all through life. Is this any
more than is promised in His word? Does it not say:
TJici/ iJuit seek the Loi'd shall iiof irriiif (iiifj (jood tJiim/?
Then again — He irill (jive (/race and (jlorij: no (/ood fJiiiif/
irill he icifhhohl from fheiii fhaf iralJx- iipritjhflij. I wish
I could tell how many good things the Lord has given me
since I have been in His service and how safely He has
brought me thus far in life. Let me say this — ^all honor
TO His name for what He has done for me. I hope to
prove a faithful servant of His while I live ; honor him
with a life of obedience; serve Him with all He has com-
mitted to my care, for which I must render an account on
the final day of reckoning, remembering always that, if
I would cast my anchor finally in the calm, eternal waters
of the "Jasper Sea," I must

"My thoughts to nobler meditatious give,
And study liow to die, not how to live."

I love to live acknowledging God in all my ways, for
it is then I have His Spirit to lead me in the way of all
truth. If a III) of ijoii lack irisdoni. lei him ask of (rod,
fh(d f/irefh to all men liherallij, and ii phraideih not; and
ii shall he (jiven him (James i, 5). The great Author
of life, whose blessing we are daily receiving, would have
us to constantly trust in Him.

And now, dear reader, before concluding this my ad-
dress, I fain would express a hope that its many short-
comings may be overlooked, and that it be remembered
that the words you have read are registered by a farmer
in the common walk of life, one more accustomed to the
plow than the pen. It is said of Richelieu that he enun-
ciated this maxim : "' The pen is mightier than the sword."


Why not enlarge on this and say: "The plow is mightier
than the pen"' ?

AVliat I have written is a sort of diary of collected
thoughts as they came to me at random, jotted down a
little at a time, between labor and rest, in the course of
last year; and only a few of the events of my life have
been recalled and recorded; nevertheless, in presenting
what I have written to the youth of our land and to my
kindred, I trust that I may be filling part of the mis-
sion of life acceptably to the great Author of my being.
With this view, and under His blessing, I confide in its
being received in the spirit in which it is given, and that
it may prove a lasting token of our friendship.


In taking a parting farewell, for a time, of the reader,
and before laying down my pen, I ask to be permitted to
add that I hope ( if life and health are spared me for a
few more years ) to be able to present to all. who may then
regard it with interest and favor, something that I shall
endeavor to make more interesting than the contents of
this little book may prove.

And I would not close without some kindly allusion to
the publishers, Messrs. Warner. Beers & Co., of Chicago.
111. They were pleased to say, in a business letter to me,
that '■ in all their intercourse since they first became
engaged in book-making fJtctj Jiavc found htif one F. C.

To these gentlemen and to their biographer and
editor, Mr. George A. Baker, I take this opportunity
of acknowledging my appreciation of the assistance
rendered by them in the compilation and arrangement of
this work.

Francis C. Waid.




Family and Personal Reminisgenges,

Essays. Treatises and Memoirs


"VV'itli ail ^Vppeiiclix, including Personal Sketches
and IMiscellanea.



J. H. BEERS & CO., Publishers.

''^ Let your light so shine before men that they
may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is
in Heaven."


In my farewell parting, for a time, with the readers of my
Souvenir of 1886, I intimated that, if spared in life and
health by the blessing of God, I would gather together a few
more random thoughts and wayside jottings, together with
sketches of real life in the experience of both myself and

This I have done at the expense of a great deal of pleasura-
ble time and labor, and have had the several data edited and
compiled in much the same manner as was my first Souvenir,
and by the same biographer and editor, George A. Baker, of
Chicago, 111.

I have been much encouraged in this undertaking by the
kind reception my previous book has met with at the hands of
those of my kindred and friends to whom I was enabled to
present copies; and I take this opportunity of thanking them
for their kind expressions of love and sympathy, and apprecia-
tion of the work. In the Appendix to this Souvenir will be
found copies of several of the letters I have received from
friends, which are to me most gratifying. The three hundred
copies I had printed and bound in 1886 have all been distrib-
uted; and I am pleased to say the demand was so great that
I have had many requests for copies, even having been asked
by not a few to sell for cash.' All such offers, however, I
have declined, for not a single overture of that nature would
I entertain, even though, in some cases, what I consider high
prices, were tendered. The Souvenirs were published with a
higher motive than to have my pecuniary outlay refunded in
such manner. My intention was then, and is now, to DO
GOOD, and to allow a little of the •' untold kindness ' ' that
dwells in every true Christian heart to manifest itself. I love


the pleasure of doing good, and I choose this humble way of
indulging myself, with the full knowledge that a man's acts
are as a mirror in which his own image is reflected.

Since 1886 I have been engaged in preparing the present
work, assisted by my wife, in such moments as were spared
me from my many duties on the farm and business affairs
generally, such as money loaning, traveling and visiting with
a view to benefit others as well as myself. The entire issue
is two thousand copies, seven hundred of which are for dis-
tribution during the summer of 1890; three hundred, bound
with the remaining three hundred of my first Souvenir (which
was an edition of six hundred copies in all), to be distributed
later on, and one thousand (containing additional "jottings
by the way" since January 1, 1890, and some incidents of
the past real life portrayed), to be disposed of in a similar
manner at a yet more remote day. The cost of publishing
these three editions, for editing, printing and binding alone,
amounts to as many dollars as there are copies of the book —
two thousand; and the entire disbursement, including the
cost of the three hundred copies first distributed, together
with the work ordered for the History of Crawford County,
published in 1885, is not less than four thousand dollars.
But, as I have already intimated, the sum to me is a pleasura-
ble outlay, for I am happy in the reflection that

" Each good thought or action moves
The dark world nearer to the sun."

To my many friends who have received copies of my First
Souvenir, and have accepted them in the spirit of love and
charity in which they were given, I wish here to express my
gratitude for their kindness and friendship shown me, and I
venture to hope that my second Souvenir will meet with the
same indulgent reception, awakening and sustaining to the end
a like fraternal sympathy between the author and the reader.
I would wish my friends to appreciate my desire to continue in
the good work of labor and love until the entire 2,000 copies
above enumerated are distributed, and I humbly invoke our

Heavenly Father for divine guidance, not only in this, but in
all the affairs of life.

My friends, one and all, I thank for past favors, and I ask
their neighborly cooperation in the distribution of my Sodve-
NiKS,not only among individuals and families, old school-mates
and scholars (as far as I may be able to supply them), but also
among such Sunday-school and other libraries as may desire
copies. Strangers, too, will not be overlooked, for I am in-
debted to many such for kindnesses and courtesies, both at
home and abroad. In this labor I have at heart simply the
good of my fellow-men, in general, nothing sectarian entering
into my motives.

My publishers are pleased to compliment me on what they
call my "tireless energy in behalf of philanthropy," but I
desire no more credit than is strictly due me. I LOVE LA-
BOR, and while some men "tire themselves in pursuit of
rest, " I do not think the clock can upbraid me with any waste
of time.

I do not suppose that any book has ever been written with-
out some object in view; and my Souvenies are no exception
to the rule. In writing and gratuitously distributing these
books I have an object and a reason that bring to me un-
bounded pleasure. I realize that instead of the world owing
me a living, I am the debtor to the world and to posterity. I
have lived over half a century, and I think it is now time to
make an effort to pay off the debt. Surely I have a mission
in this world, else I would not be here; and should not this
mission be to no good as I have opportunity and means ? When
I remember how my Heavenly Father has blessed me all my
days, I wish to honor Him to the utmost of my ability, and
as I best know how. For my kindred and friends, I desire to
remember them with a token of true and lasting friendship;
and I take this opportunit}^ to say to the kind reader that no
one knows better than myself the many hours, days, weeks,
months, I have toiled with the pen — yes, even years, for they
are now some five in number since I first began work in this
new mission. Time or money expended I do not withhold or


begrudge, if only some good may be effected in the name of
our Heavenly Father, who has taught us that It is more blessed
to give than to receive. How thoroughly do I appreciate the
words of Holy Writ: The Lord loveth a cheerful giver, and
in receiving the Souvenir, I hope my friends will bear in mind
that I am fully persuaded that the greater blessing comes to
the donor; my deduction is, as I believe in Scripture, that I
am under greater obligations to the recipient of my Souvenir
than he is to me.

A certain manufacturing company, who made a specialty
of mowing machines, published some fifty reasons why their
mowers were superior to any other. Although I am not com-
peting with any one, yet I will ask permission to here enumer-
ate a few of my reasons for writing my Souvenir. (1) TO
DO GOOD; (2) to fill this part of my mission in life as zeal
ously as I would any other work or vocation ; (3) to produce
a gift for my kindred and friends that would be useful to all
and harmful to none; (4) this gift to reach each one of my
relatives, and benefit them all alike; (5) the book to be my
own production (as far as possible) — not second-hand, but one
on which I have personally labored, and spent much time and
money, that my kindred and friends may know that Hove them,
and appreciate their kindness to me and mine; (6) this gift to
benefit not only the recipient, but all who may read it; (7) to
make known some of my " untold love " for not only friends,
but for humanity at large, so that all may learn to know Him
whom my soul loveth. In brief: The highest object I aim
at is to do what I conscientiously believe to be right in the
light of Divine Truth, realizing that I shall be accountable
for all my acts at the last great day.

And now, my dear friends, in closing I will say that my
earnest prayer is that God's blessing may abide on each of us,
and that we may all be bettered by our acquaintance. I re-
joice that I have been spared to see this day when I am en-
abled to place in your hands a token of true friendship and
esteem, and I trust that my writings will prove to be as the
flowers of the field, to whom the poet sings in sweet refrain:


" Your voiceless lips, O flowers! are living preachers,
Each cup a pulpit, every leaf a book
Supplying to my fancy numerous teachers
From loneliest nook.*'

Hoping that tbis little volume may prove as interesting to
you, my friends, in the perusal thereof, as it has been to me in
the writing, with love to all, I remain

Your true and faithful well-wisher,

Francis C. Waid.
Blooming Valley,

Crawford Co., Penn., July, 1890.





Waid, Francis C. and Eliza C. and tlieir tliree sons.

Franklin I., Guinnip P. and Fred F. ( group | facing 10.>

AVaid, Francis C. and Eliza C. (group) facing 248

Waid, Francis C. and Anna E. (group ) .facing 136

Waid, Robert L facing 356

Waid, George X facing 359


Waid Lot and Twin Monuments. Blooming Valley Cemetery . facing 345


Advice to Young 3Ien 24^39

Friendship 40-44

The Bible— Books—Xewspapers 45-48

Care and Thrift on the Farm, an Essay 296-302

^loney a Defense, a Treatise 305-313


Waid, Robert L 356

Waid, George X 359

Cutshall, George W ' 363

The Phelps Family 338


Introductory Thoughts 9

Family Reminiscences 11

Sugar Making 13

Steam Thresher 15

A Monarch of the Forest I'T

:Meadville 18

School Record of Blooming Valley, 1851-52 19

Visit to Island Home Farm, East Tennessee, 1883 49-50

Col. C. W. Charlton 49, 55 and 158

Trip to Lake Chautauqua and Other Places, 1886 50-52



Trip to Cincinnati and Dayton, Ohio, 1886 52-63

Zoological Gardens at Cincinnati 53

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