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family at home.

September 16, 1889 — This morning we paid a visit to
Uncle Robert Morehead, at whose house we dined. While
there Lydia gave me two copper buttons from the coat of
Grandfather Morehead, who came to America about 100
years ago when a young man. I picked up a shoe ham-
mer during this call, and Uncle Robert told me that it
had driven the pegs into my mother's wedding shoes.
The hammer and buttons brought a flood of recollections
upon me as I sat there talking with my dear mother's
brother. It takes but a small thing in this world to let
loose the current of one's thoughts. My uncle told me
that he had made the shoes, and he related also many tales
of the olden times. I love dearly to hear anything in
connection with my sainted mother, whose Christian life
made home so happy, and for aught I know led me to
Christ. I cannot remember a more really pleasurable
morning than that spent at Uncle Robert's, filled as it was
with memories of those that " I have loved long since,
and lost awhile."

September 24 — My wife, Anna, and I started for
Mosiertown to-day, and while on our way we stopped at
Saegerstown to call upon George Floyd, S. Slocum and
0. R. Slocum. When we arrived at Mosiertown I drove
at once to the home of my old-time friend and companion,
C. R. Slocum, and to him and his family I introduced
Anna, who now saw them for the first time. In the eve-
ning we made calls upon friends in the immediate neigh-

September 25 — To-day Anna and I called upon Mrs.
Caroline Cochran, Mr. Slocum's only sister, and afterward
drove to the home of Robert E. Slocum where we dined
in company with Mrs. Cochran and Miss Mattie Slocum.


After dinner we walked to the Baptist Chiirch, which was
undergoing repairs, and there we found the minister^
working upon the building. He was a carpenter by trade,
and had no false pride that prevented his working at his
trade, which was thus made honorable above all others by
•being the calling of the Gentle Nazarene.

September 27, 1889 — A visit to Orlando Waid, who
lives on Harrison Sutton's farm east of Towuville, marked
this date. We remained there for the night. On our
way home from Orlando's farm on the following day we
stopped at Pember Phillip's place. Mr. Phillips has been
repairing and improving his house, and it now presents
an exterior of which he may be proud. Leaving there
we drove to the residence of Silas Clarke, who lives upon
the State Poad about five miles from our home. His wife
has been ill for months, and it was partly to inquire after
her that we called. Susan Hobbs died to-day, aged over
seventy years.

October 8 to November 4 — [ My wife and I pay a pro-
tracted visit to her old home in Kansas (my third trip to
that State, I returning East on the latter date, my wife
remaining with her parents), for particulars of which I
refer the reader to page 148.]

On November 4, the narrative of my third trip to Kan-
sas was concluded at page 162, and from that point I re-
sume my diary. As I have said I had an hour to wait in
Ottawa for the train to arrive at the Santa Fe depot, and
I now sit writing where I can view Forest Park, only one
square from the railway station. I love once more to
view the place where I spent so many pleasant hours dur-
ing the Chautauqua Assembly, last June — happy days!
Before leaving Ottawa I called at Mr. Cowdery's store
to inquire after Mrs. Cowdery's health, and was in-
formed by the clerk that " she is a little better, but can-


not live long."* My train is expected soon, so I will
close my notes in the meantime, and bid good-by to
Ottawa, hoping to return in the near future. On the
platform just as I took my train East I met Eev. Mr.
Boaz, whose presence cheered me as I was leaving Ot-
tawa. There is something in man's countenance that
cheers his friend, like the spark of electricity, a glance
sends happiness that thrills our whole being.

I believe that on this trip to Kansas I have found
more attractions there than ever, even when Anna and I
left here last July 15. At that time her parents and kin-
dred, left behind, were to be thought of; but I had this
comforting thought — Anna was with me. But now, to have
to leave her behind, and travel homeward alone, is to me
the most unpleasant reflection of all. And when I think
of her impaired health, I shall want to hear often from
her, and return to Kansas as soon as I can. Such is life!
My train has now arrived, and I find myself speeding
along eastward as fast as steam-power can take me, pass-
ing many beautiful and interesting places between Ot-
tawa and Kansas City, among them being Olathe Ceme-
tery, twenty-four miles from the latter place, where I
arrived about 6 P. m. At Kansas City I find I have two
hours to wait and enjoy my lunch (put up for me by
-Anna, and which I had brought with me) while wait-
ing for the train, and as I afterward walk about the
streets, I was jostled hither and thither by the busy mul-
titude that throngs the throughf ares. A gentleman from
Ohio made a remark, as our train was coming into the
city, about the size of the mountains. " Yes," I replied,
" the bluffs are high in Kansas City, they remind me of
Oildom, in Pennsylvania." I arrived at St. Louis Tues-
day morning, and left soon after for Cincinnati. I wish

* Mrs. Cowdery died a few days afterward, November 12, 1889.— F. C. Waid.


time permitted me to visit my cousin, Steven Whicher,
at Mount Vernon, Jefferson County, 111., but if I did I
would miss connection for Cincinnati in the evening.

Tuesday November 5, 1889 — Election day, at home and
abroad. I write this in St. Louis, where I wish I could
spend a da}- or so, as the city is very interesting to
me. On our way I noticed a marked improvement in
the crops since last I saAv them, especially in the wheat;
indeed I was surprised at the marked advance made.
We pass through Carlyle and Salem, 111., Vincennes
and North Vernon, Ind., and finally reach Cincinnati in
the evening of November 5, and on the following day I
found myself once more "on my native heath," where I
received a most pleasant and happy greeting from
kindred and friends. I had been absent only four weeks,
and yet the many changes that had taken place in a
measure startled me, when I came to hear of them.
Births, marriages, deaths and loss of property by fire or
otherwise, all these militate to bring about the changes
and chances of this mortal life:

"Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou, who changes! not, abide with me."

In speaking of destruction of property by fire, I here
more especially refer to the burning of G. W. Cutshall's
old farm-house in Randolph Township, Crawford County,
which was totally consumed by fire on Wednesday,
October 30, 1889. The homes of our fathers, the dwell-
ing places or abodes of men, our own homes, all pass
away. If they do not disappear by fire or earthquake,
or are swept away by floods or cyclones, they return to
earth with time, and pass away. Men often leave their
homes, but their homes sometimes leave them. We are
here together on earth but a little while at longest, yet
our homes, our houses, our abodes, the places where we


live have great attractions for us, and this farm-house on
my brother-in-law's farm is one long to be remembered.
Many families have lived in it in its day including G. W.
Cutshall's father, George Cutshall and others. But I
am not disposed to give in detail here the names of all
who have lived here; nor at present could I, even if I so
wished. But I do want to say a little of the proverbial
hospitality that was ever found at this old farm-house.
The generosity of the men and women who have in-
habited it is well known, not only in this community, but
also throughout the whole county, and even beyond its
limits. Here the hungry have been fed, here the weary
have found rest, and here many have been encouraged
and strengthened in the battle of life; in which connection
I take a pardonable pride in saying that Mrs. Jane Cuts-
hall is sister to Eliza, my first wife.

A mail's heart deviseth his ivay, and the Lord direct -
eth his steps. To-day, November 8, I walked over to
Mr. Cutshall's to pour out my sympathy with him and his
family in their trouble. We know our friends in pros-
perity, but we appreciate them in adversity, when mis-
fortune comes, and we can then counsel, and speak com-
fort to their grief. The old house that was burnt was
built in 1853, thirty-six years ago, and it was fortunate
for Mr. Cutshall and his family that his spring house,
which was built later, and is commodious and convenient-
ly located near the old one, has escaped the fire untouched-
It is a two-story slate-roofed building 16x20, and is now
their dwelling. A true friend loveth at all times; and 1
do not forget the occasion of my sister-in-laAv's (Matilda
Jane Cutshall) birthday party, September 12, 1889,
which Anna and I attended. I gave her (Mrs. Cut-
shall), at that time, our photographs with the promise that
some time in the future I would remember her with some


token of our esteem. I have been Avaiting for an oppor-
tunity all along, and now it has in an unexpected man-
ner arrived. I believe in gifts, but always in bestowing
them when and where they will do the most good. We
sliould study lioio, whai, ivhen and ichere to give, as well
as to irho)n, if we would fulfill the Divine law, and have our
gifts appreciated by the receiver. Imagine, if you can,
my dear reader, the pleasure that came to each of us
Avlien I wrote out and handed Matilda Jane Cutshall my
check for $100. Of course I had talked this over
with husband and wife, and a full understanding was
arrived at between us. I have had the pleasure of
being with the family over night, and they tell me it
is like beginning the world again, so many things were
destroyed; indeed only those who have experienced being
" burnt out," can appreciate the condition of things.
Our real friends come to comfort us in the darkest hours
of life. I know what that is, and if I should be asked
why I am at Mr. Cutshall' s place to-day, I could give
no better reason than this — It is the LorcVs loill. Then,
let me add, the greatest loss on earth is husband or wife
by death; and he who pens these lines wishes to tell
you, dear reader, that at the close of the services on the
occasion of the funeral of my beloved wife, Eliza, at
Blooming Valley Cemetery, on July 5, 1888, when I
turned from the grave and left behind me all that was
dear to me on earth, George and Matilda Jane Cuts-
hall, with other friends and relatives, accompanied me to
my desolate home, and stayed with me overnight. I never
shall forget it. Is not that sufficient reason why I am
here to-night? I am also well rewarded by meeting Mr.
T. Davis, a friend, who lives near Waterford, Erie Co.,
Penn., and who, with his wife, was present at Mr. Cut-
shall's fiftieth birthday party [It will be seven years


ago December 31, 1889 J. Mrs. Davis has died since
that time. Mr. Davis told me about Matthew Smith's
family, of whom I was much pleased to hear, as I was
well acquainted with them, having boarded with them
when C. R. Slocum, and E. T. Wheeler and myself at-
tended school at Waterford Academy. There were five
children in the family — three daughters, Elizabeth, Jane
and Katie, and two sons, Wilson and Hunter. The chil-
dren are all living, but the parents are deceased.

November 11, 1889 — I sit down to write a few more
lines about my Third Trip to Kansas, but I have just about
commenced the pleasant duty when along comes our
assessor, with whom I have to do business. He leaves a
notice of assessment including money out at interest,
140,000; total in Woodcock Township, Crawford Co.,
Penu., $45,880. In this life we have something to do.
If we have nothing we want to get something; then when
we get it we have something to do to take care of it. It
is all right to double our talents, and serve the Lord with
whatever he may give us. I may sometimes forget; but
whatever I may do I always wish to remember the Lord.
You know what is written in the Bible: Remember now
thy Crecdor in the days of ihy youth. Oh, how good
that was for me; but it is better now. The Lord has
taught me much since. I verily believe his word: Be-
hold the righteous are reivarded in tlie earth much more
tlian tlie tvicJced and tJie sinner.

But in referring back briefly to " My Third Trip to
Kansas," I will put a few thoughts connected therewith
in writing. Ttie lij^s of tlie wise feed many, hut fools die
for ivant of 2visdo7n. How much my heart seeketh after
this true tvisdom! And however much I may have learned
from others, or by my own experience, I want the Lord,
like the potter who shapes the clay, to direct my steps


day by day. Our planning without His approval is in
vain. "Man proposes, but God disposes." But when
we can say: "Thy will be done," then all will be well.
The Lord's Prayer is the Key to man's whole life — it un-
locks the hidden mysteries of earth and heaven to the
true disciple of Christ. It is the secret to success, and
no Christian can get along without it. And that is why
my wife and I knelt down and prayed in secret, imploring
Divine aid and blessing before starting off on our trip
to Kansas, the burden of our prayer being " bless those,
O Lord, whom we leave behind, and our kindred every-
where; and remember us O Lord who are about to depart
ou this journey. Grant us a safe journey, and may we
be permitted to return in health to our home." And as
Anna lifted up her voice in earnest faith, I was re-
minded of another prayer I once heard many years ago,
when my father, Ira C. Waid, was wrestling with the
spirit in secret and alone. He was in such strong ear-
nestness, and so loud in his invocations, that I could
hear him many rods off. Well, as I haye said, my wife
and I prayed for health and strength, a safe journey and
a return home in health. Many thoughts and perplexi-
ties about this journey made our burden heavy, but how
easy it became when we remembered the word of the
Lord: Cast iliy burden on the Lord, he ivill snsfain thee.
That is why we prayed. We looked unto Him, and our
fears were UgJitened. Smiles and help came, and we
started on our journey with glad hearts. On our way
Anna and I had plenty of opportunity to talk over past
incidents in our lives — from our first meeting on the
train, already narrated, down to the present time. All
the promises conveyed in the Bible are not confined to
the future life; very many of them come direct to us as
help here, that we may have the promise of this life, and


that which is to come — eternal life. And when God
cheers our heart, it is cheered for good. And I wish to
say that I am trying to appreciate His precious gifts, not
only the gift of His Son, but other gifts that call for
praise and gratitude. When I read in His Word : JEver^y
good and perfect gift comeih from Him ivith ivltom there
is no variableness or shadow of turning, my heart has a
desire to praise and honor him. What did the wise man
mean when he said: Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good
thing, and obtaineth favor of the Lord? Now it is a wife
I am to be thankful for; and I wish to say here that no
man knows the value of a true Christian wife better than
I do, nor the loss of such an one, as I do. Having had
both these blessed and sad experiences in my life, is it
any wonder I should now be so thankful to my Heavenly
Father for a wife — "God^s first gift to man."

I have written elsewhere in this volume about my
wife, Anna, asking me to return thanks at her father's
table October 10, 1889, which was her first request.
But I wish to relate to the reader when and where it was
that Anna first heard me give thanks. It was at Aunt
Abbie's, Monroe Centre, Ogle Co., 111., on July 17, 1889.
I shall always remember Aunt Abbie, who, when sup-
per Avas ready, and we had sat down, asked me to give

Now I fear that even the most patient reader will
think I am dwelling too long on my third trip to Kansas,
but I crave indulgence and permission to say how it was
that I came home alone, leaving my wife with her parents.
We had intended when we left home to return within
thirty days, and our excursion tickets were to that effect
" good for thirty days." But on our arrival at Mr. Tyler's,
Anna had a bad cold aud cough from which she did not en-
tirely recover while we were there. So on account of her


impaired health and the pressing request of her parents
and the family (as already remarked), it was judged better
for her to spend the winter in Kansas, whither I expect
to return as soon as business may permit, and there I
hope to spend part of the winter, with our aged parents.

Since my return to my Pennsylvania home (for I
speak now as having a home in Kansas as well as in the
East), I have received and read the first letter Anna, as
Mrs. Francis C. Waid, ever wrote me, and much do I
appreciate it. It is dated November 10, 1889. She and
I had a good deal of correspondence between the years
1881 and 1888 (October 10), some sixteen letters or
thereby, on either side, and Anna has them all with her
in Kansas. She tells me there was a time when we did
not correspond (for friends in this regard are often neg-
lectful) for, perhaps, more than a year.* Then when my
first SouvENiK came out, I naturally thought of my friends,
including the Tyler family, and among others sent Anna
a copy, which renewed our friendship. I wrote her
before our marriage, I think, about fifty-five letters,
Anna's to me being a few less, probably about fifty.
These letters I regard as a part of real life, written in
faith with a pure motive and with the best of intentions.
It is true the sound wheat in them is naturally not with-
out some leaven of chaff, but it is the good contained in
them I so fondly cherish, and for that reason only I here
make mention of them en 2Kissnnt in my Souvenie.

November 16, 1889 — I have returned home (Blooming
Valley, Penn. ) from the funeral of Addie Stull, who died
on the 14th insi, in her twenty-first year. There was a
large attendance, part of the services being held in the
Methodist Episcopal Church. Indeed, Blooming Valley

* Anna has told me that when this dropping off in our correspondence took place,
her mother said that she (Anna) would never hear from me again, and that she tben
destroyed all my letters to that date. — F. C. Waid.


is noted for the large number it turns out on funeral occa-
sions. At the close of the portion of the services held in
the cemetery,

Again I look'd on that dear spot
Where kindred sleep, but not forgot;
Eliza, dearest of them, thy grave I see,
And with loving heart I still think of thee.

F. C. W.

Leaving the cemetery, in company with my cousin,
Ralph Roudebush, I took dinner with him, and received
from him information in regard to the School Record
[see page 19], and of some who lately died. Among the
latter was Mary Cowen (wife of Daniel Cowen), who died
October 19, 1885, aged eighty-five years. I have a recol-
lection of visiting her, with my wife, one evening shortly
before her death. She was much pleased to see Eliza
and hear her tell of her sister Jane, who had lived with
them a long time, doing house work; and of the time
when, Jane being sick, Eliza took her place, but, becoming
homesick, cried to go home! It was pleasing to hear Mrs.
Cowen tell of this little incident, of days long since gone
by, and of her friends and kindred and family. Pointing
toward the cemebery she said: "Soon I will rest there
with my family." This was our last meeting. Mrs. Cowen
loved the girls, and they appreciated her kindness. She
died at the home of Mr. Stull, in Blooming Valley, who
has to-day (November 16, 1889) buried his beloved
daughter. I have sympathy and love, and my prayer is:
" Oh Lord, bless the family and young people in this

• Minta Thompson died October 10, 1889.

November 18 — Nine years ago, to-day, occurred the
memorable meeting, on the train, between myself and
Anna E. Tyler, now Mrs. Francis C. Waid, to whom I
have written a letter to-day.


November 20, 1889 — At 8 on the eveniug of this day
took place, at the residence of their parents in Blooming
Valley, the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Odell's two daugh-
ters, " a double wedding," the one daughter. Mode, being
married to Mr. John Tarr, and the other, Dessa, to Mr.
Ed Beatty. This interesting event brought pleasure to
the many present, especially to myself, and my only re-
gret was that my wife was not present to enjoy her share
in the festivities. My life-long acquaintance with Mr.
Odell's family, and knowing both Mr. Tarr and Mr. Beat-
ty, all combine to strengthen my interest in the present
and future welfare of the young couples, which, together
with the pressing special invitation I received from Mr.
and Mrs. Odell, was sufficient for me to be present at
the wedding, even if unaccompanied by my Avife. This
lasting princij^le, " to do good " (as I may have the oppor-
tunity) seems to be a demand in my nature which I find
nothing better than to obey. As I said in my speech, that
evening, I was present not only because of being invited,
but because I wished to be there for the same reasons the
other guests had, and I wanted to help start out the young
people who had just entered a new state of life, as I had
been twice married, and had given three sons in marriage.
I found nothing more useful to myself and wife on enter-
ing on the journey of married life than the Bible which
my parents had previously given me. Now this Bible
has a history, simple yet suggestive. Being none too
well bound originally, and being read daily and much
handled, it naturally Avore out in course of time, and had
to be taken to the binder, which was done in 1876. Even
this time it was none too well " fixed up," so I once more
found it necessary to have the good old book placed for
repairs, and accordingly on November 23, 1889, I took
it to the Tvihune printing ofiice bindery in Meadville to


have it rebound. " My advice to you, my newly-married
young friends," continued I in my speech, "is to take the
Bible as your pilot on the voyage of life, for I have found
it profit me much. I do not know of anything that you
could take with you that would be of more use or benefit
in increasing your happiness, in making life a success,
and in ultimately bringing you safely into heaven. These
two photographs, one of Eliza and myself, and the other
of Anna and myself, are but tokens of our friendship;
but here are two family Bibles from your sincere friend
and well-wisher, Francis C. Waid, containing within their
boards what is beyond earthly value, if rightly under-
stood. And although I am aware that Mr. and Mrs.
Odell, the thoughtful parents of your two brides, have
already given you a Bible each, yet remember this is a
double wedding, and as a consequence you require two
more Bibles, so each of you will be, in that important re-
spect, fully equipped for married life. My friends, I
will now close my brief remarks with the citation of two
of the truths: '■Do not die a poor man with Heavenly treas-
ures within your reach.'' 'The Bible is the mine, you are
the miners.^ "

November 26, 1889 — I have before me both the first
and last letters Anna, my wife, wrote to me, the first
being dated Norwood, Kas., February 6, 1881, nearly
eight years before we were married, and addressed to
George W. Cutshall, Francis C. Waid and George N.
Waid, a copy of which, in part, I here give:

Kind Friends:

We have not forgotten the promise we made you in the Union
Pacific Transfer Depot at Council Bluffs, November 18, 1880, to write
you as soon as we were located in a home of our own, and as
we now have a farm, I thought it time our promise was kept, so on
this dark, rainy night, I find myself penning a few lines to you about
our new home, etc.


We did not reach Topeka, Kas., until 2 o'clock, Fridaj' afternoon,
November 19, very tired and worn out for want of sleep. We at first
boarded at a hotel for a week, and then went to housekeeping. The
men folks went out into the countrj^ nearly every day, and they
thought there was some very nice land, splendid farms — but they ask
more for land here than they do in Illinois where we came from; so
we concluded to move farther south for a home, which we found in
Franklin County, same State, one mile and a half west of Norwood,
six miles north of Ottawa, and fifty-six from Kansas City.

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