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We have 240 acres, all fenced with hedge and wire, forty acres of
timber, a stream of water running through. The barn is just com-
fortable, and will accommodate six span of horses. There is also a
large ice-house nicely painted. In the front yard there are growing
apple, peach, cherry, pear and quince trees and a lot of nice ever
greens. The house which was built six years ago, at a cost of $5,000,
fronts the south, and the road runs past it from east to west. * * *
* * Among many other conveniences there is a cistern that will
hold 500 barrels of water, with one pump out-doors and one in the
kitchen. The amount paid by us for the property was $6,000. It is
an excellent place for raising cattle, of which we have at present
forty-four head.

I have not been homesick one minute since I came to Kansas, for I
have realized more in the climate and beauties of the country than I
had anticipated. The thermometer has stood above zero most of the
time this winter, and the coldest weather we have had was a short
time after Christmas, where for two or three days the thermometer
indicated twelve degrees below zero. Between Christmas and New
Year we had one inch of snow, and that is the most we have had this
winter, as yet, so we have not had any sleigh-rides. When we left
Topeka we sent our goods by rail, and came ourselves across the
country so as one might see it. We started January 5, enjoying a
splendid ride of fifty miles, and saw some beautiful country. It was
not at all cold when we arrived here.

We have those pictures j^ou gave us of yourselves, which frequent-
ly reminded us of our pleasant traveling companions, and we often
wonder if you had a pleasant trip to Nebraska, and if you reached
home safely.

If you think my poor letter worthy of answer, we would be happj'
to hear from you. Anj^ questions you may wish to ask about the
country out here, I will try to answer. Father and mother send their
kind regards to you all. I remain as ever a friend.

Miss Axxa Tyler.

This letter was read with great pleasure by the three
individuals to whom it was addressed, and was listened


to with uo less interest by other friends, all seeming to
derive not only instruction but also real happiness and
enjoyment, and none took more pleasure in perusing
Anna Tyler's letter than my wife Eliza. She loved the
family, and often expressed a wish to visit them, but the
opportunity never came. And the result was that neither
friend nor writer saw the Tyler family until Mr. Cutshall
and I met them at their home in Kansas, October 10, 1888.

The other letter referred to as coming from my wife,
Anna, and dated November 19, 1889, commences thus:
"My dear husband," &c. Both of these letters are very
dear to me, and I have given the first one a place in my
SouvENiE on account of its most instructive and inter-
esting qualities.

December 12, 1889 — A beautiful day for the season
of the year, and a radiant one for the work of doing
something in the Lord's name. This " something" might
by a good few be considered unimportant or trifling, but
we are taught by the Master that the smallest act done in
His name, is as pleasing to Him as one of great magni-
tude. And yet it was a labor of no small importance,
the shingling of the driving shed at Advent Church ; for
it is a building 112 feet long, by 20 wide, divided into
fourteen stalls or apartments, each one of which is twen-
ty feet long, by eight feet wide, the entire work requir-
ing 20,000 hemlock shingles. The consummation of this
noble enterprise has been one which the church has been
in much need of ever since it was built in 1851, this pro-
viding a covered place for the convenience and protection
from storm of animals and vehicles driven to the church,
or used on funeral occasions. I had the pleasure of being
present, helping in the noble Avork, and to me fell the
honor of laying the last shingle and driving the last nail,
which was about four o'clock in the afternoon. My hap-


piness was indeed great, not simply in being privileged
to subscribe $50 toward the good work, but in being en-
abled to give my physical assistance as well as moral.

Indeed, words fail me in endeavoring to express the
pleasure and real happiness I found in the work of that
day. In the morning it became a question with me
whether I should go to Meadville or Blooming Valley, as
I had business to be attended to in each place. We al-
ways need counsel, and David has given the best: Com-
mit thy ivays unto the Lord. I thought out my ways
under the circumstances as best I could, which resulted
in my going to Blooming Valley with the school children.
Youth and sunshine are much alike in cheerfulness, and
I was favored with both on ray way to the valley. The
pleasures of the day to me increased, as I pursued my
several business duties an hour or two before returning:
to help shingle the church shed. While waiting for a
brief space at Blooming Valley to see a friend, I called
on my uncle, Horace F. Waid, and had the pleasure of
reading a letter from another uncle, Gilbert Waid, of
Michigan, dated Ann Arbor, December 10, 1889. I hope
yet to have an opportunity to visit my relatives in Michi-
gan. While Uncle Gilbert writes of his poor health and
general condition at present, he expresses a wish to re-
turn some time to Crawford County, Penn., to once more
see his old time friends. Only two of my father's broth-
ers are now living: Andrew G. and Horace F,, and two
sisters, Mrs. Mary Ann Simmons and Phebe Goodwill.
When I reached the church shed I found quite a num-
ber at work, and in the early afternoon about thirty more
joined the "bee." Later on, the work becoming scarce
for so many hands (although there was other work to do
besides shingling), a large number left before it was


In this connection, and before laying down my pen, 1
would like to place a few facts on record concerning the
old school-house in the valley, and Advent Church. The
former was built in 1851, and the latter in 1854, not a
great distance apart, on the north side of Main Street, on
the side hill. They present a good appearance since
trees were planted and sheds built, and are both still in
use, the old school-house as a dwelling. The church
building has been repaired, and looks very well, yet there
is still a desideratum, and it is this: The audience room
was made the full size of the building, hence there is no
vestibule or hall, a want much felt, and a something nec-
essary to all churches, or even school-houses. I am sure
the good people of Blooming Valley, those immediately
interested, if properly supported (as I have no doubt they
would be) would take the matter under their serious con-
sideration, and have the much needed addition to the
church made. And why not have what should be on every
village church — -a belfry and bell? For a long time I
have been anxious to see the Advent Church property
improved, and have even expressed a willingness to sub-
scribe $100 if the church authorities would make the
improvements I have just suggested. However, we have
at last substantially shingled the driving shed; and who
will say what may be the next good work for the benefit
of Advent Church and its congregation ? He that water-
eth shall be watered. In doing right the Lord blesses us,
but we should bear in mind that

" Works adjourned have manj^ stays;
Long demurs breed new delays."

Sabbath, December 15, 1889 — Yesterday afternoon
my youngest son and I drove to Meadville, where I had
business, and here I learned that Bishop J. H. Vincent,
LL. D., would preach at the First Methodist Episcopal


Church on the . following forenoon. Being desirous of
hearing this reverend divine, I remained over night at
Meadville, the guest by invitation of my kind friend,
Mr. S. C Derby, between whom and myself acquaintance
and friendship have long existed, and I may add that
this is not the first time I have been made welcome' at
his quiet home.

To-day (Sunday) he accompanied me to church, to
listen to Dr. Vincent (after attending Sabbath-school),
and shortly after taking our seats in the church, near the
center of the audience room, the Bishop and Dr. T. L.
Flood entered the sanctuary. The latter gentleman, after
sitting down, recognized me and approaching to where
we were sitting he shook hands with us, and invited us
to seats nearer the pulpit, for which we thanked him with
the remark that where we were was "good enough."
Bishop Vincent took for his text part of the 20th verse of
the Epistle of St. Jude: But ye beloved, building up
yourselves on your most holy faith. I was greatly
helped in my Christian life, and appreciated the Church
in the sense set forth — the school for an eternal Heaven,
the Christian's imperishable home. On coming out of
church Bishop Vincent and Mr. Flood overtook Mr.
Derby and myself, to the former of whom we were intro-
duced. Honored again, thought I.

My clear reader, I tell you that my regret • to-day is
that I did not begin in childhood, to regard and have
faith in the Bible and serve the Lord, instead of in
youth ; and I have resolved this day to be a better man,
through having additional light thrown on my pathway.
At 4 p. M. I again heard Bishop Vincent, this time in
the Second Presbyterian Church, Avhere he delivered an
address on the subject: Mind your own business. To the
lecturer, and perhaps to some of his hearers, may have


mentally occurred the pungent saying of. Savile in effect
that "the man who can not mind his own business is not
to be trusted with that of the nation." In the evening, at
the Fii'st Methodist Episcopal Church, we, for the third
time to-day, were privileged to listen to the teachings of
the learned Bishop, his text on this occasion being from
Psalm cxix: 96: But ihy commandment is exceeding
broad. This Sabbath was tvnlj a [)rofitable day to me.

I had heard Bishop Vincent at Ottawa, Kas., and
several times at Chautauqua, N. Y., but I have to thank
my friend, Dr. T. L. Flood, for personal acquaintance, by
introduction. In fact, I realized, that until then, whilst
I had known Bishop Vincent, he had not known me. I
believe one of my native characteristics (a commendable
one, I trust) is being somewhat reserved in my manner,
perhaps too much so for my own good at times, without
being indifferent or exclusive, however. I do not forget,
nor am I likely to, that for one to keep in his proper
place is to " mind his own business." From the first
time I heard Bishop Vincent I had a desire to become
acquainted with him, and at Chautauqua, during the As-
sembly, I had an opportunity to speak to him; but here
my natural reserve stood in the way. In passing me he
saluted me with "good morning," to which I simply
bowed assent and passed on. The opportunity I had
been wishing for was lost, and I soon thereafter wished I
had spoken to him and introduced myself, so that I could
let him know how much I appreciated his preaching, and
loved and respected him as a good man — one who had
helped to build me up in the faith and lead me into the
way of doing good work in the Gospel.

In regard to Dr. T. L. Flood I will briefly say that I
became acquainted with him at Jamestown, N. Y., where
my wife and I heard him preach at the Methodist Epis-


copal Church in 1874, since when our acquaintance has
ripened, I believe, into true Christian friendship. During
his pastorate at Jamestown and Meadville, as well as on
other occasions, we occasionally had the pleasure of hear-
ing his sermons and discourses. Christianity and true
friendship are both productive of good, and in true
friendship there are some very bright, happy days.

Of this I will give the reader some poof in my own
experience. On December 16, 1888, the Forest Grove
Methodist Church (Crawford County, Penn.) was dedi-
cated, and after the ceremony my cousin and I, in com-
pany with Dr. Flood and others, had the pleasure of
taking dinner at the house of my friend, A. J. Owen.
That to me was a delightful interview, and another day's
march nearer my heavenly home. Surely, I thought, the
path of duty is the path of safety, and the pcdhwcuj of the
just shineth more and moi'e till the perfect day. Here
let me quote three lines of what the poet, Matthew Prior,
says about duty:

" The sum of duty let two words contain;
O may they graven in my heart remain:
Be humble and be just."

With the reader's permission I will relate yet another
incident that cast a ray of sunshine on my life's pathway,
which I will give substantially as I wrote it in my diary
at the time.

February 16, 1889 — To-day, while engaged in busi-
ness affairs in Meadville, I was walking up Chestnut
Street on the west side, and when near the Corinthian
Block I met Dr. T. L. Flood and Dr. W. G. Williams
(president of Allegheny College), the former of whom
exclaimed: "How do you do. Brother Waid ?" After a
hearty shaking of hands. Dr. William's wife (who had
come out of a store) joined her husband, and to her I was,


at once introduced, to me both a pleasure and honor.
There could be no better time, thought I, to introduce the
question of the Soldiers' Monument than now. However,
the president spoke of his college, and so I told him that
I had been a student there in the spring of 1852. Dr.
Flood then said to me: " Donate $100 toward the Soldiers'
Monument fund," to which my reply was: "Why not?"
Yes, why not ? I had been wanting to do something in
this way from the time the project had been set on foot,
especially since the Pioneer Monument had been erected.
My love of country still lives, and my patriotism, my re-
spect for the honored dead, seek utterance in this way.
I love the Lord first; next to Him I love my country, and
my contribution (as promised to Dr. Flood) of $100 to-
ward the Soldiers' Monument fund, I trust will be ac-
cepted as a proof of the sincerity of my declaration."

December 16, 1889 — To-day I renewed my subscrip-
tion to our country papers, and I mention it not as of
any consequence, but because I wish it as a rider to
make known my appreciation of and love toward the
printer. I have always loved the reading of newspapers,
and I have profi.ted much by the information disseminated
by the public press. I say, patronize the printer, and
settle with him for your paper, once a year. At page
48 I have given a list of the newspapers and maga-
zines I am at present taking. When first starting
out in life, I remember we began taking our county
paper which has been continued ever since, the number
being considerably increased, and what affords me grati-
fication is — they have all been paid for as well as read
(to some extent). So much do I prize the newspaper,
that I have frequently sent some one or other of our
county papers as a present to a friend. I think it a
good, useful present, one sure to be appreciated, and when


renewing my subscriptions to-day I remembered five
relatives residing in as many different States, by ordering
sent to them a county paper that will visit each one fifty-
two times a year. Then leaving $20 in the hands of an
editor, to be applied to our church finances, I returned
home Avith a glad heart.

December 21, 1889 — On this (Saturday) evening I
went from Meadville to Saegerstown, also in Crawford
County, where I had the pleasure of stopping with my
friend, George Floyd, and on the following Sabbath fore-
noon of accompanying him to the Methodist Episcopal
Church, where we heard a good sermon by the pastor,
Eev. J. A. Parsons. In the afternoon my friend and I
drove to Blooming Valley (some six miles distant),
which is also one of Mr. Parsons' appointments, and here
we again heard him proclaiming the Gospel of the Lord
Jesus Christ. I then returned home to remain till after


I was about to have headed this 'article " Christmas
at Home, " and would have done so had my wife been
here to enjoy it with me; but she is still at home with
her parents, whither I expect to return soon after the
holidays, should my business then permit. In our spare
hours and leisure moments we have thoughts and thoughts,
but the most active of them usually come to us in our
busiest moments, when we are employed. And here I am
to-day, thinking of wife, home, business and cheistmas.

Christmas — A year ago I spent a very j)leasant
Christmas in company with my brother, George N.,
among relatives at Athens, Penn., as related on pages 91
and 92. Of late years I have frequently been absent
from home during holidays, so, when I do spend a day


such as this at home, I am naturally anxious to make the
most of it, and turn it to best account. There were two
Christmas tree entertainments held in Blooming Val-
ley — two, at least, in which I was interested — one given
by the Advent Church Sunday-school, and the other by
the Methodist Episcopal Church Sunday-school, former
of which came off on Christmas Eve, and latter on the
evening of Christmas Day. I am glad these pleasing enter-
tainments came off separately, for it gave me an oppor-
tunity to attend both. The programs were very interest-
ing, and Santa Claus was as usual generous and good to
the children. The large arched or twin Christmas tree
at Advent Church was lit up and loaded with hundreds
of gifts for both children and parents. It looked beauti-
ful, and was attractive to even " children of an older
growth." At the other church the innumerable Christ-
mas presents were hung up in a sort of house, which
when opened up displayed a truly splendid sight de-
lighting the eyes of all present, and some one near me
I heard exclaim: "Oh how grand! Isn't that beauti-
ful? " And what added so much to the pleasure and en-
joyment of the occasion was the music by the choir and
the Blooming Valley Band, still in its infancy, having
been but recently organized. A vote of thanks was given
this band at the close of the entertainment; and after
they had left the building, I said to some of those
present : " Can we not show our appreciation for the band
in another way? This thanking people is all right, but
it is too cheap. This is a day of gifts, and there is pleas-
ure in giving. If the audience will raise $5, I will make
the sum $10." No sooner said fhan done, and the
money was paid over. Then, to the Methodist Episcopal
Church Sunday-school I made another ofPer. I said that
if the scholars would give $5 for the missionary cause


this year, I would add another ^5. I then addressed
myself to the president of the Sunday-school, telling him
to raise the amount by collection, or if he thouglit better
to get his scholars to earn their money in some way, and
I would put ^5 into his or the secretary's hands, which
money he could lend to the scholars in sums of five, ten,
fifteen or twenty cents, and if any of them were farmers
they could raise potatoes, corn, beans or any other product
such as chickens; or they might speculate, make an in-
vestment, and so earn something for the cause of missions.
On Christmas morning I wrote till nearly 11 o'clock,
when, remembering my invitation to Miss Jennie Hamil-
ton's eighteenth birth-day party in Mead Township, I pro-
ceeded thither with a happy heart, for I love the com-
pany of both young and old, having found myself much
profited by associating with people of all ages, from the
child to the oldest person I ever met. The day was warm
and lovely, and so spring-like that insects of many kinds —
bees, moths, flies, etc., were out disporting in the sun.
Indeed, we have had but little snow, and scarcely any
cold weather; an open winter so far, and farmers plowing,
something unusual here at this time of the year. Well,
Jennie Hamilton's party went off very pleasantly, all
seeming to enjoy themselves heartily, none more so than
myself, who also found pleasure in meeting my neigh-
bors, Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, who formerly lived near
by on his farm, close to the State Koad Church. After
presenting Jennie and two other members of the family
with photographs of myself and wife, I bethought me
that it would be a pleasing compliment in the near future
to present to Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, their children and
others present with copies of my second Souvenir.
Christmas Day, though an active, busy one, brought real
happiness to me, and I would, if possible, send out some


of its fruit to enrich others — study, think and plan how
to bless the greatest number, and do the most good with
the means within my reach.


I have occupied part of this Christmas Day in Avriting
out in forms, as best I could, my bequest to my wife and
children. This wish of mine is not born of to-day, though
I am only now writing it out. Whilst, under a kind and
merciful Heavenly Father I have been permitted to enjoy
health, share the companionship of a good wife and pos-
sess a comfortable home, I am not unmindful of my chil-
dren. I respect and appreciate the scripture command
that parents should " lay up for their children," and give
them their rights whenever they think the proper time
has come to do so. As my parents' home afforded
so much comfort and real happiness, and, as I know the
value of such, I have always not only wished to have one
of my own, but also that each of my children should be
equally well provided; yet not to be so generous as
to rob myself of a home, but, if possible, make one for
each of us, which could be done by a united effort on the
part of both parents and children. And the reason why
I make known this request is — life is uncertain.

I do not propose to here write out my entire will, but
I want to make known (and there can be no harm in hav-
ing it appear in the Souvenir, where it may be read by
my kindred and friends) this part of it, as my wife and
my children already understand it. My desire is to do
right by my children as well as by every one else, and
I have my own peculiar way in accomplishing the work.
Parents are not all alike, neither are children. I believe


no one can understand children better than the parents
who have had the best opportunity of knowing what is
best in the end for them.

My own experience: In my youth and manhood I
have seen times when my love for my parents seemed to
abate, at least for a while, and I thought, for the time,
that they did not care for me, or my welfare. But I have
since learned to know better and become convinced that
I was mistaken. My parents loved me from the day of
my birth till the last hour of their lives. I have proof of
that, so I love my children. My love as well as my ef-
forts in their behalf are unceasing, and the problem for
study and to solve is how, by the help of the Lord, I may
best help them that they may continue to help themselves.
I will not say that parents are always right, but I think
a child who will not hearken to the advice of parents is
not wise, and too often wrongs himself.

As the years have gone by, and the boys have helped
do the farming, there has been an object in view beyond
mere renting, sharing the crops and living on the farm;
and this object has been to have each of my children im-
prove and keep up his farm, with the view eventually to
become its owner.

Therefore my desire is that each of my sons, Franklin
I. Waid, Guinnip P. Waid and Fred F. Waid, shall have
a farm of 100 acres or more, and share alike or equally
in the value of the three hundred acres of land they now
occupy. Also my desire is that Anna E. Waid, my be-
loved wife, shall have ^3,000 to possess and use as her
own funds, aided or assisted by myself in its use during
the natural term of my life. I wish her to have the in-
terest or income derived from said sum to be used as she
pleases, but hope that the principal may be kept for her
future benefit. My children know about my business af-


fairs, that I usually keep out of debt, and am owing but
little at present, and that my purpose is to pay as I go.
It is said " the better the day, the better the deed,"
and I have chosen this beautiful, bright and hallowed
Christmas Day whereon to write this article. No better
day in all the calendar could I have selected on which to
proclaim my purpose of encouraging those immediately
interested, and in the fulfillment of my request I pray
that I may have the cooperation of truth, honor and


December 31 — -The last day of another year nearer
Eternity! Who shall say what the next year may bring
forth, or who of us shall live to see its dying hour?

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