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Suspension Bridge at Cincinnati 54

Soldiers' Home at Dayton 56

Panorama of Battle of Gettysburg 57

Nick P. Waid at the Battle of Gettysburg 57

Jlontgomerj' Monument at Dayton 59

Oakland Cemetery at Dayton 61

Rev. B. F. Dimmick 62

Trip to New York, Long Branch, and Essex, Conn.. 1887 63-82

Brooklyn Suspension Bridge 64

" Statue of Liberty " 65

Gen. Grant's Tomb 66

The Grant Family at Elberon, Long Branch 68 and 78

Greenwood Cemetery 69

Central Park 72

Trip to Essex, Conn 73

ily First Trip to Kansas, 1888 • 83-90

The Tyler Family 84

Miss Anna E. Tyler 85

Trip to Athens, Penn., Elmira, N. Y., etc., 1888-89 90-98

Retrospective Thoughts 98-99

Trip to Washington, D. C, 1889 99-105

The Washington Monument 102

Some Thoughts before Leaving Home 105-109

My Second Trip to Kansas, 1889 109-144

Ottawa (Kas.) Chautauqua Assembly 119-129

Topeka (Kas.) Chautauqua Assembly 129-135

My Marriage with Anna E. Tyler 138

Trip to Jamestown and Chautauqua, N. Y.. 1889 144-148

3Iy Third Trip to Kansas, 1889 148-162

Cider 3Iaking in Kansas 152

Corn Husking 153

Extracts from My Diary 165-293

Commencement of Diary for 1886 165

Greendale Cemeterj^, Meadville 171

Death of Lizzie Simmons 174

Thanksgiving Day, November 25, 1886 177

Death of George Smith 184

Death of Mrs. Eliza Roberts 186

Commencement of Diary for 1887 188

Death of Rev. James AVygant 198

Death of Aunt Eliza C. Phillips 215

Rev. Sam P. Jones at Chautauqua 217



Death of Rev. William B. Trevey 221

Thanksgiving Day, November 24, 1887 224

Commencement of Diarv for 1888 230

Meadville Centennial Celebration 242

Death of Mrs. Eliza C. Waid 249 and 258

Rev. Dr. Talmage at Chautauqua 251

Death of Leander Simmons 254

Christmas, 1888 255

Birthday Anniversary Celebration, Matilda J. Cutshall 264

Burning of G. W. CutshalFs old Farm House 269

Anna E. Tyler's First Letter to Me 275

Shingling of Driving Shed at Advent Church 280

Bishop J. H. Vincent at Meadville 283

Dr. T. L. Flood 283-284

Christmas, 1889 287

Want or Will 290


My 1886 or First Souvenir 317

Record of Distribution of the 300 Copies 321

Copies, Letters and Testimonials 325 and 355

Extract from Meadville Weekly Tribune 336

Miscellaneous 338-368

Autobiography of Thomas W. Phelps 340

The Henry O. Allen Family 341

Record of Departed Ones 341

The Waid Twin Monuments 345

The Bible 347

" Our Native Land," by F. C. Waid 348

Presidents of the Vnited States 348

Family Portraits 350

Letter from W. F. Oldham, Singapore 351

In Memoriam: Mrs. Eliza C. Waid 353

Tribute to the Memory of Mrs. Eliza C. Waid 354

Addenda to Letters re First Souvenir 355

Biographical 356-366

Mr. Waid's Open Letter to ]Mr. Slocum 366

Errata and Emendations xii

Familv Record 369


Page 21: Among the names of and dates of birth of the thirty-nine
boys should be that of Leroy Knapp, born November 14, 1843.

Page 22: Annette Roudebush was born June 25, 1845, instead of June
" 27, 1848.

Page 53: Tenth line from bottom, read p(nD for jaw.

Page 84: Third line from bottom, read from Cedar Rapids to Council
Bluffs, instead of Council Bluffs to Cedar Rapids.

Fifteenth line from top, read April for March.
Third line from bottom, read ffty for sixty.
Thirteeth line from bottom, read Frank for Franklin.
Twelfth line from bottom, read Rouelle for Albert.
Twenty-second line from top, read Asa for Ezra.
The grapes spoken of were in Mr. Devenpeck's new vine-
-two clusters on one vine, and one cluster on another
Eighteenth line from top, read Adelbert for Dilbert.
First line, read Myers for Meyer.
Fifteenth line from top, read Marsh for March.
Third line from top, James Harris died October 7, funeral

Sixth line from top of first paragraph, read lightly for

Seventh line from top, read Kiser for Reiser.
Eighteenth line from top should commence this Souvenir.
Of the children of Samuel Waid, all are now deceased
except three daughters.
Page 225: Fifteenth line from top, read four years old instead of nine.
Page 228: My son Fred had gone to Meadville (on his way to Brook-
ville,'Penn., on a visit to the young lady who is now his wife), an
hour before me, and was there when the accident happened,
being present at the wreck. I rode into the town with mj' cousin,
Harrison Sutton.
Page 231: ]Mr. Dunn, the imdertaker, attended the funeral of my wile.
Page 232: Twelfth line from bottom, Phebe Brown lacked four days

of entering her one hundredth year.
Pages 232 and 233: Read Norris for Morris.
Page 233: Footnote, read Banker for Ranker.

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Page 243: Tenth line from bottom, estimate of the county's popula-
tion here given is too high, as the census for 1890 shows less.

Page 243: Third line from bottom, read Athan for Ethan.

Page 247: Fifteenth line from top, read first Cowen school-house for

Page 263: At Eliza's death Dr. Weter (our family physician) was
present; Aunt Jane and Uncle George came soon after she died.

Page 263: Twelfth line from top, for Eliza Waid read Eliza C. Waid.

Page 323: Read S. B. Dick for S. P. Dick.

Page 324: Read Beaver for Brewer.

Page 324: December 11, 1889, copy of Souvenir was given Rev. James
3Iarvin, D. D., pastor of the M. E. Church at Lawrence, Kas.

Page 339: Eighth line from top, read 1850 for 1750.

Page 346: Read ye shall lice for she shall live.

Page 352: Mr. and Mrs. Oldham visited at our home in 1879, on which
occasion Mrs. Oldham sang, in the Indian language, one of our
beautiful hymns, and then repeated the same in our own lan-
guage, which pleased and interested me much, as well as friends

Page 3^2: The " old brother class leader," referred to by Mr. Oldham,
is Nicholas R. Stull.


"The pen is the tongue of the mind."


I AM glad I was asked to subscribe for the " History
of Crawford County," in the spring of 1884. In my
sketcJi therein published reference is made to the 100-
acre meadow on which years of labor and thought have
been expended, in order to make it what it now is — a
beautiful and productive field.

In manhood's early days, in my father's family, I
began work, and I take pleasure in saying it has been
continued ever since, which is proof of my enjoyment,
and the invitation by Mr. Harry F. Bancker (one of the
agents of Messrs. Warner, Beers & Co., the publishers),
to subscribe for the history of our county was but an
introduction to my first Souvenir.

The sketch first appeared in the History in 1885, then
in an enlarged form in my Souvenir of 1886, and I have
already intimated my desire to meet the wants of my
kindred and friends and the vouth of our land.

"Who does the best his circumstances allow,
Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more."


Inasmuch as the labor and thought given to that field
has been amply rewarded by a kind Providence, still may


I ask His guidance iu this undertaking that it may prove
a blessing to humanity. What have you or I, kind
reader, in our possession, that we have not at some time or
other received ? Who is the giver of all things ? I ask
myself, in what better way can I accomplish the good I
desire than by writing down my thoughts as they come to
me, and publishing them ?

" Live by labor, love your neighbor,
Would you prosper, that's the -way."

I consider the hours of thought and days of labor,
together with the money expended in book-making, not
lost. It is written — according fo your faith he it unto
you; again — all things are possible to him that helievetli.
It is a well-known fact that I LOVE LABOK. This
new enterprise opens a field in which I engage in work
with pleasure, so far as I am able, and not until one
thousand copies of the Souvenir are distributed FREE,
at my own expense, do I want a single one sold. Faith
and works are like twin sisters — both favor charity. I
love all three — faith, hope and charity — and on this
line my love goes out to my kindred and friends, and
to all mankind. I do not desire to be robbed of this
pleasure — a free distribution of the Souvenir. I hope
that if the book is worthy of a wider circulation, there
will be a way provided. I know I have been already well
repaid for what little I have done toward circulating the
book, and the many testimonials and letters,* as well as
thanks, received by me, prove beyond a doubt I have the
confidence of my friends. Again I thank them for their
appreciation of my efforts to DO GOOD.

" Happy were men if they but understood
There is no safety but in doing good."

Yet I have a greater consolation, proceeding from a

♦Copies of many of these will be found in the Appendix to this book.


pure motive to advance the cause of Christianity accord-
ing to my ability, showing what the Redeemer has done
for one of the least of His followers.

" What wonderful things in the Bible I see,
And this is the greatest — Jesus loves me."

I was once asked what I considered worth more to me
than my friends: not gold, nor silver, nor houses, nor
lands — but God's promise. This is something upon
which we can lean when tempests rage and billows roll —
it comforts the soul, and this leads me into some pleas-
ant retrospects, some of which may interest the reader.


" Thought in the mind may come forth gold or dross;
When coin'd in words we know its real worth."


I recall a contract that I entered into many years ago,
and the recent fulfillment of which has given me much
pleasure. Here is a copy of the agreement:

May 13th, 1871.— George N. Waid has given me sixty dollars (|60)
to keep for his son Ira until he become of age, unless the money be
sooner wanted by his parents; in which case I will pay the amount
with interest. The money is a deed of gift from Ira C. Waid to his
namesake and grandson.

F. C. Waid.

A few days before my father's death he called my
brother and myself to him, and gave George $60 for his
son, saying that it was to be kept until the little boy was
of age. George asked that I might be allowed to hold
the money, and, accordingly, it Avas given into my hands,
and my father repeated his wish regarding its disposal.
On the 2nd of December, 1888, little Ira came of age,
and I, in behalf of my father's memory, saw the contract
fulfilled, principal and interest.


I wish to say that the carrying out of oue''s parents'
wishes is a duty performed with the keenest pleasure,
and gives rise to a happiness of the better sort. I must
not close the account of this little incident without say-
ing that if it gives us such joy to carry out the wishes of
our earthly parents, how much happier will we be made
by rendering strict obedience to our Father in Heaven.
Think, O youth, of your duty to the Parent of all good.

The following incident I relate to show to what extent
children will at times imitate their parents:

"As the twig is bent the tree's inclined."

The Bible says: As your fathers did, so do ye, and I
have carried out this injunction in one important matter
at least, as will be seen by a perusal of the following
example of the truth contained in the first sentence. I
was looking over an old account book recently, and found
entered above my name this statement:

September 20th, 1865. — I liave this day rented father's farm for
five years, having the right to discontinue at the end of any one of the
intervening years, in case I am not satisfied. Father has also the right
to bring the agreement to an end in the same wa}', in case he be unsat-
isfied with my methods. The terms are that I am to have one-half the
produce of the farm, excepting that of the garden and orchard. One-
half of the barn and stabling room is to be mine, as is also the use of
the farming implements. Father is to work when he pleases.

On November 22, 1887, after a lapse of more than
twenty-two years, I find that I am under a like agreement
with each of my children; I rent each one who is mar-
ried* a farm upon the same plan, with nothing further
than a verbal agreement between us. Several years ago
one of my sons asked me if we had not better have a Avrit-
ten contract. My reply was to the effect that my father
and I managed nicely with our words for our bonds, and
I thought that there could be no trouble in the present

* They are now, November 20, 1889, all married, aud rent the same.— F. C. Waid.


instance; and to this day we are under the same agree-

Many a visit in childhood and youth, accompanied by
my twin brother, have I made to the old homestead of
my grandfather, Robert Morehead, Sr., now owned by his
son, Robert Morehead, Jr., in Vernon Township, about
four miles west of Meadville, on State Road. And I also
remember with pleasure our visits to "Uncle" James
Fergerson and family. Sometimes in May or June,
when the fishing season was in its glory, as we boys used
to view things, we would be there and make two of a
party, occasionally going to Conneaut Lake for a day's
fishing. And I confess the length of our stay with our
relatives depended pretty much on our " luck," as we
called it, in our piscatorial ventures. At same time, as I
remember, if our catch of fish was not very large, our
uncles or cousins would generously fill our "strings"
with what they may have taken. In such manner passed
many a happy hour.

In this connection I would say that some of my rela-
tives living west of Meadville, like my uncle, George
Roudebush, of Blooming Valley, were noted fishermen, a
compliment they have long merited. Memory loves to
linger as it reviews the pleasant scenes of our younger
days, and there is much pleasure in living our lives twice
over, if rightly passed, and forty years have gone over
my head since first I began to sip the sweets of real life.


Many a happy day have I spent in the Arcadian pur-
suit of maple-sugar making, of all farm work probably
the sweetest. It has been said that labor is sweet, but
in this case it may be said that the product of the labor


is far sweeter. The honey bee alone can compete with
the sugar tree in our clime, as a saccharine producer.

For myself, I like the work connected with the sugar
camp, and as I had experience when a youth, I have done
some "tapping and boiling" each spring. This year
(1888) I am carrying on the work alone, as it is not
so extensive as in former days. At one time there were
several camps on the farm of Ira C Waid, but at present
there are but two — one on the old homestead farm, which
Avas willed to R. L. Waid, but is now occupied by N. P.
Waid, and the other the one which I myself work. The
N. P. Waid Farm consists now of sixty-four acres, nine
acres having recently been added by purchase, in order
to gain easier access to the public road. The bush upon
this farm is in operation, and as Mr. Waid has all the
modern improvements, including a Hescock iron arch
evaporator, it is successful. Here is a tank holding about
four barrels into which to draw the sap, storage capacity
for thirty barrels, and about 300 sap pails. It is suffi-
ciently shar]^ work when you are boiling away two and
one-half barrels of sap each hour, and this amount of
consumption will keep those around the boilers busy. On
an average thirty gallons of sap will produce one gallon
of syrup. The variation depends on the trees from which
the sugar water is drawn — a dark colored maple running
a better producing quality of sap than any other, v,diile
a soft maple is considered the poorest producer of any of
this family of trees. We call it a good sugar season when
we obtain one-half as many gallons of syrup as we
have trees; although it is not uncommon for a person
having but few trees, by taking especial care and avoid-
ing waste, to average one gallon for each maple. My
friends, George Floyd and Mrs. Laban Smith, make such
a report concerning their sugar bushes. The care of


tools and machinery forms an important factor in success
as a sugar maker, as it is in every work. One must learn
to save, that is half the battle in a struggle for success.
In this connection I wish to say that many years ago,
before my twin brother died, he and I worked in the
bush on the farm, and my father bought fifty new cooper-
made sap cans to take the place of the old troughs formerly
in use. Those cans are nearly all in use to-day. Care has
done this for the old sap cans, and will do much in every
direction in life.


While on the subject of farm life T would like to say
a few words on the subject of improvements which have
been made Avithin the past three decades in agricultural
implements generally, threshing machines in particular.

As years roll by I am reminded not only of the muta-
bility of all things mundane, but also of the reforms and
improvements ever going on in mechanical appliances,
particularly in the implements of the farm. I cannot
help, from time to time, contrasting the early days of my
life with the present. More than thirty years ago ( about
1855), when my brother Lyman and I used to thresh
with a two or three horse-power machine, and leave the
grain in the chaff, we thought we were doing a good bus-
iness to thresh on an average from 150 to 200 bushels per
day. In 1887 my two eldest sons, Frank and Guinnip,
operated a steam thresher with an eight-horse-power
engine manufactured for Waid & Bro., at Mansfield,
Ohio, by Aultman & Taylor, and which they claim will
thresh 1,000 bushels per day. No thresher except a sep-
arator is used here nowadays.

Michael Roudebush and Ira C. Waid bought of Ezra


Cooper August 17, 1847, a two-horse-power machine, and
on the following day my brother, Lyman, and David
Pitcher (Ithink), threshed seventy-three bushels of wheat
for Mr. Eay, who lived in Meadville. We threshed in
those days for several parties in Meadville, among them
being John Reynolds and Squire Arthur Cullon, and
soon after the fall of 1847 I followed the business along
with my brother.

The above-mentioned machine, which was second-hand
at the time of purchase, was bought for 355, and Ava&
owned by the above-named parties till 1850. At that
time our lay for threshing was six of wheat on a hundred,
ten of oats. The steam thresher we now have is new, and
much in advance of the Cooper machine of forty years
ago, while it does four or five times the amount of thresh-
ing in a day, besides cleaning the grain. This steam
separator costs about $1,400, and threshes for five bushels,
on a hundred wheat or oats.

Our boys did their first regular threshing with their
new steam thresher for Lewis Slocum, Guinnip's father-
in-law, and on August 22, 1887, they threshed for our
near neighbor, Gaylord Smith, 746 bushels of oats — 402
in the forenoon and 344 in the afternoon — finishing by
about 4 P. M. I am of the opinion that under favorable
circumstances they could thresh from 800 to 1,000 bush-
els per day.* Fred and I helped Mr. Smith thresh, so I
had the pleasure of working with all my boys. I may
add that they have frequently threshed one hundred
bushels of oats in less than an hour, and in the fall of
1887 they threshed 27,000 bushels; in 1888, 42,000 bush-
els, and in 1889, 35,000 bushels.

The enterprise of the boys pleases me more than the
improvements in machinery, yet I acknowledge I am sat-

*0n August 17, 1888, they threshed 1,026 bushels for Mr. Smith.


isfied with both. It takes uot only works but also faith to
bear ns down the stream o£ Time, to see where our chil-
dren take up the active duties of life to our satisfaction.
I rejoice there is such a thing as patience; it is a crown-
ing virtue. I waiied paiienihj for the Lord, and he heard
me. After we have done all we can, how good it is to
commit our ivays unio ihe Lord, trust also in Him, and, He
ivill hring it to pass.


In the spring of 1847 James Wygant bought of my
uncle, A, G. Waid, the house and lot in Blooming Valley,
where his widow now lives. My acquaintance with Mr.
Wygant dates back a little over forty years. My uncle,
A. G. Waid, moved, in the spring of 1847, to Dexter,
Mich., where he is still living. I received a letter from
him, dated May 4, 1887 ; his wife died May 19, 1884.

The rise of ground, where my uncle at that tim&
lived, was known as Tar Hill (in those days tar was
manufactured here in a limited way), and I am informed
a tavern was kept here, or near by, in an early day, by
one Seth Nicholas. In those times a good part of what
is now the borough of Blooming Valley was a pine forest.
On the Jeremiah Smith Farm, which now constitutes the
principal part of the borough, there was much pine ; also
on the farms of John Dickson and William Morehead.
It is said, on very good authority, that there was a pine
tree on Michael Coy's land which cut 144 feet, making
twelve logs, each measuring twelve feet in length.

Near the north end of our 100-acre lot is a pine stump,
the remains of a magnificent tree, one beautiful and
attractive in its appearance, towering, as it did, far above


all its companions in the forest. It was surrounded by
beech and maple trees but little over half its height. At
the foot of that grand old pine, whose majestic form and
wide-spreading branches are indelibly photographed on
my memory, my twin brother and I have often stood in
silent admiration of its beauty. All around the scene
was one of incomparable sublimity, and our beloved ever-
green pine stood in the midst without a paragon. He
was King of the Forest, planted there by Nature's own
hand, and protected by Nature's own God, till the ruth-
less hand of man felled it to the earth. This large, ma-
jestic pine cut many thousand feet of lumber used in
building Ira C. Waid's house, where Guinnip P. Waid
now lives.


In my writings I often have occasion to speak of the
town of Meadville, and I do so cheerfully and with a feel-
ing akin to love, for from my childhood I have cherished
a fondness for that place, as well as the county. Well,
Meadville has been a good friend to us farmers here-
abouts, who have found in it a home market for nearly all
our products, year in and year out.

Farmers who live near a good market should show
their appreciation of it, not only by attending it, but by
benefiting it in every way possible. I say from my
childhood I have had a love for Meadville, for in those
artless days my twin brother and I used to visit our
cousins, children of Uncle Joseph Finney, and other
relatives; and many a Sunday-school celebration in the
town did we attend in those happy days. I remember
the place most noted for these celebrations was Mr.
Huidekoper's park, in front of his residence, on Water


Street, where the animal gatherings of Sunday-schools
were wont to meet on the Fourth of July each year. It
was as easy for me to love Meadville, tlien, as for a
school-boy to ride down hill.

In after years I coupled business with pleasure; and
now mayhap the reader will ask Avherein lies pleasure
in farm life. I will tell him. It is business to raise
the products of the farm and put them in the market; it
is pleasure to receive compensation for them. In my
opinion few farmers of my age, if any, have marketed
more of their own farm produce in Meadville than I have;
hence is apparent the great number of times I have vis-
ited the place. Another reason why I love Meadville is
the fact that it was there I earned the first dollar I could
ever call my own; and I question whether I have had a
dollar since of which I felt as proud. This ever-to-be-re-
membered dollar was earned when a child selling, along
with my twin brother, wild strawberries by the quart, at a
low price. That little trade of mine increased until I can
report without boasting a hay crop of about two hundred
tons in the centennial year, besides grain and other pro-
ducts, all sold in Meadville.

"To have seen much, and to have nothing, is to have
rich eyes and poor hands."


Nearly thirty-eight years ago, in the winter of 1851-
52, I was teaching the first school in Blooming Valley,
only a mile from my home, and on the same farm where
I have ever since lived. At the close of the term I was
presented with the school record, in the shape of a neat and
carefully got up document containing the names of thirty-

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