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having spent a short time with Lyman during this his last ill-
ness, expressed her great satisfaction, in words of kindness
and sympathy, that he had found peace, and that he had in
his dying words declared his willingness to do the Lord's
will, and submissively bow to His decree.

The Good Master had said to him: Come unto me, and ye
shall find rest to your soul. And so the spirit of R. L. Waid
drifted down the River of Peace to the boundless Sea of

F. C. Waid.

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After my brother and family returned from the West they
lived with father until the following year, when a home was
built on the farm that is located by an excellent never-failing
spring. This home they occupied till 1865 when my brother
sold his interest in the crops then on the farm, as well as his
entire interest in father's estate, both personal and real, I
purchasing the same. Up to the time of my brother's enlist-
ment father and he did the farming, also managing same
till July, 1862; and while he was in the army I assisted
father in doing his farm work. When my brother returned
home, he and I worked the farm together (till he moved to
where he now lives), assisted in same by father, who also di-
rected us as to what was best to do in the way of planning on
the farm.

I am glad, to-day, that I always had my father's advice
as long as he lived. No one but myself ever knew how much I
missed his counsel when he was gone; but his memory is blessed
forever. During my life-time I have been highly favored
as I think of my father's family, our lives having all been
spared till we were of the age of twenty-one. What a golden
opportunity was this for us to become acquainted with each
other here! Unceasingly do I think of the many days, weeks,
months and years we were permitted to spend in that ever-to-
be-remembered pleasant farm-house where a mother's love
and a father's care never grew weary or ceased in the inter-
est of both the present and future welfare of their children.
But to again speak of my brother, Gr. N. Waid. I have trav-
eled more miles with him than with any other member of our
family; and I have traveled at different times with my parents
and each of my three brothers, thoughts of which events
bring to me pleasant recollections. But one may ask — are
there no ills in life ? Was life to us always smooth in the
family, on the farm, at home, or abroad? There is a cure for
^11 the ills of life, and it is found in the Bible. When we


go astray, confession is good for the soul. Faith and re-
pentance bring us to Christ, with whom we ^nd forgiveness ;
and if we are like Him, as we are required to be, we also
will forgive one another, and so f alfill the law of Christ. Did
you ever notice, after a storm, how beautifully the sun shines ?
So in the Christian life we ai'e so much nearer home if we
abide in Him.

My brother made a trip to Oklahoma on April 22, 1889
(the day of the opening of that territory), in order to see the
country, and with a view of buying land or locating there;
but, not being suited, he returned home. Had I not been sick
at the time, at Freeman Tyler's place, in Franklin County,
Kas. , I would have been glad to have accompanied my
brother on that trip. By reference to page 90 in this book,
the reader will find an account of our delightful trip to Athens,
Penn. , and other places, the many thoughts of which tour
ofttimes bring to us pleasant recollections in our hours of labor,
like rays of sunshine smiling through a summer cloud.

On September 11 and 12, 1889, my brother was present
at the meeting of the G. A. R. , which was then being held at
Gettysburg, and on that occasion also I would gladly have
accompanied him, but my health at that time was not of the
best; moreover my wife and I had been invited to be present
at the celebration of the sixtieth birthday of my sister-in-law,
Mrs. M. J. Cutshall, which we had the pleasure of attending.
My brother has now also passed his sixtieth year, having
reached it on October 27, 1889.

In writing this sketch it occurs to me to say a few words
on the labor question — I mean early labor, or being taught
how to work when a boy. I have recollections of my twin
brother and myself working with a cross-cut saw, father or
one of my elder brothers holding one end of the saw and we
the other. Many a log was cut off in this way till we were
large enough to make full hands ourselves. Labor is some-
thing I do not despise. What have we that is not produced
by labor ? If I were asked how to solve the labor questixsn,
I would reply: "Could it not be solved by doing right 2'


Evei-ybody doing the same amount of labor they should or
ought to do, and follow it for a life-business?"

The saw- mill on my brother's farm was burnt April 13,
1888, and has not been rebuilt. My wife Eliza and I visited
him on that day — her birthday. Often since I have visited
her grave, and while I write I think of her blessed memory.
Having been absent from home several months, I found that
the return of her birthday reminded me of so much in our
lives; and I was glad it was my privilege and pleasant duty
to visit her grave Sunday, April 13, 1890, in company with
my cousin, Kalph Roiidebush, with whom I was stopping in
Blooming Valley. Eliza, if living, would have been fifty-
eight years of age.

The life of my brother, in regard to the various vocations
of life, has been as changeable as that of any other of our
family. Before he came of age he began work in the lumber
country, since when he followed that business to a considera-
ble extent till the burning down of his mill. At one time he
also followed peddling, selling wooden bowls, in company with
Hosea Smith, our nearest neighbor; and I think that he and
Eleazar Slocum were in partnership at one time. Before his
marriage he spent nearly a year in Michigan, lumbering and
working on the farm of his uncle, Gilbert Waid. My brother,
as is well known, was a soldier in the Civil war, fighting val-
iantly for his country. Hosea Smith, of whom I have just
made mention, was in the same regiment, the One Hundred
and Fiftieth Pennsylvania Volunteer Infantry, and was in-
stantly killed at Gettysburg (his remains being brought home
and interred in the Smith burying ground, which is half a
mile south of State Road, and in view of our home), while my
brother was so severely wounded in the same action that he
had to lie on the field of battle, expecting death every moment.
It might be asked by some: "Why speak of this? " And my
answer would be: "Would you ask me to pass over the great-
est sacrifice in my brother" s life without making some mention
of it ? " I honor the soldiers of our country, my brother cer-
tainly not excepted; and I would like to add that I believe



there were truo, loyal and brave men, not only in the army,
but also at home, who did the best they could for the preser-
vation of our Union. While I live let me honor the memory
of the departed, and respect the name of the living.

As I have recorded only a few items of my brother's life,
gleaned from the many which might be collected (did time
and space permit), I will add in conclusion, in copying from
my diary of April 16, 1890, that on the previous day I visited
him, and that on my way to his residence I called on the old-
est person in our community — Aunt Maria Long, so called by
nearly everyone, who is now living with her youngest son,
John Long, near my brother's place. Her home where she
lived for many years up to last fall, on State road, is near
my own. She has been in failing health many years, and I
Was glad, indeed, to see my old neighbor yet alive. When I
informed her of the death of my Aunt Mary Ann Simmons, of
Jamestown, N. Y. (who died April 4, 1890, and whose funeral
was held on Sunday, April 6, 1890), she said: " Pretty girl,
I always liked her when I used to play with her; how old was
your aunt?" I replied that she was in her eighty- eighth year.
"Well, I was older," Mrs. Long said, though not intimating
how much her senior in age. I think Mrs. Long has been a
pattern of industry, even down to her present sickness. When
my wife and I came home in July, 1889, we saw her, over
ninety years of age, laboring with her hoe in the garden where
I had so many years seen her working. W^e stopped, and I
introduced my wife, and we were mutually pleased. This
morning, while at the breakfast table at my brother's, I re-
marked (as I observed the live boys all present) : ' ' Your boys
are all at home, but your four girls, who are all married, are
absent." It was a real pleasure to me to sit at table with
them, a happy and contented family.



My personal acquaintance with my brother-in-law, Mr.
Cntshall, began in our youth, before we became related to
each other by my marriage with his wife's sister, Eliza C. , April
23, 3854. Since then I have learned to regard him and his
wife as brother and sister, and true friendship is the reward
of over thirty- six years' acquaintance. It is time the world
knew something of the good men who have befriended me so
long, and I desire now and at all times to acknowledge my
gratitude, and continue the payment of the debt as long as
I live; for it is written: To tvhom much is given, much is
required. Let us be honest, and not shirk responsibility. I
love the kind of friendship that outlives ourselves; a friend-
ship that our children can take up when our last breath is
breathed, and continue it throughout their lives. I am glad
Mr. Cutshall and I started out on this line; and like David,
who said of the Lord, Thott hast known my soul in adversity,
so may we say of each other. We have known one another in
sickness and in health, in prosperity and adversity; nay, more,
we have helped each other to bury our loved ones who have
preceded us to the Eternal Home. Such, in brief, is a part
history of these few years that are gone — years freighted with
innumerable blessings; and when disappointment came, and
dark clouds o'ershadowed our path, trnie friendship stepped
in and reminded us that "every cloud has a silver lining."
True friendship stood the test, and by it each of us have often
been blessed. Many are the happy days that are passed and
gone, but like the rose, they have left behind a sweet perfume,
refreshing as the welcome incense-breathing winds of summer.
I recall them only with pleasure; and I hope my sons and all
others may build on the same sure foundation — a substructure
of solid, immutable friendship.

Those peaches which we four — Jane and George Cuts-
hall, Eliza and myself — ate in Jacob Masiker's orchard on that
beautiful afternoon before Eliza and I were married, became


an introduction to the many good times that followed, to the
rare pleasure of the true friendship that we enjoyed not only
at home but also frequently abroad, even in the West — Iowa
and Minnesota. But then this is not all; let not the reader
forget that, in my opinion, the greatest happiness of life, after
all, is at home in the family circle, and when our best friends
visit us. Now catch my thought, dear reader, read and study
this a little. Think of the two sisters in Jacob Masiker's
family Eliza C. and Jane — so closely resembling each other
that some called them "twin sisters," because they used to
dress alike, their dispositions or tempers were almost identical,
and they did their work in nearly the same way; so, added to
this their being brought up together, and their being together
so much after their marriage, is it to be marveled at that they
loved each other? Is it any wonder they were called "twin
sisters ? ' '

As George and I were farmers (and we both still follow
farm life), we used to change work on each other's farm, and
thus pursue our pleasant calling with advantage to both of us.
This " trading labor," if I may so call it. was carried on many
years, and to some extent we were "changing work," or help-
ing each other, till I rented my home farm to my youngest
son, Fred Francis, in 1889. And now this brings me back to
the pleasant thought above cited — a home visit with such
friends and relatives as I have introduced. For me to essay
to illustrate or describe a visit of such a nature is, I appre-
hend, scarcely necessary, even if it were within the possibility
of my humble pen; it would be like trying to introduce the
reader to tbe sunshine. We all know what that is; and how
all nature — man and beast, tree and herb — rejoice when, after
the sun's face has been hidden from us for a long time, with
magic power he places aside the murky clouds, like a curtain,
and once again from a lovely clear, blue sky pours his radiant
smiles on us. Do we not then appreciate all the more bis
gentle life giving warmth and light? So we, as a family, very
many times, during a period of over thirty-four years of our
married lives, have appreciated one another's home visits, and
enjoyed each other's company.


In this volume will be found narrated many incidents
where real joy and gladness have been expressed, on occasions
of meetings between Mr. Cutshall and myself, or between his
kinsfolk and my own. I will cite one instance: When I
returned home from Kansas last November (1889), and visited
Mr. Cutshall's family after their old farm home had been
destroyed by fire, my brother-in-law placed his hand in mine,
and, with a warm grasp of unmistakably true friendship,
uttered these never-to-be-forgotten words: "France, I have
often seen you when I was so glad that I could hardly
express my thankfulness, but never in my life have I been so
glad as noiu;'" and with a hearty shake of hands, and a look
that spoke naught but true friendship, we greeted each other
in misfortune's trying hour.

In conclusion permit me to add that, in regard to my
brother-in-law and his wife, whose friendship toward me is
well known between us, though I fail to find adequate words
to describe it, I congratulate them at this age in life that they
have deservedly won the many friends who greet them now in
the prospect of their new house, for which material is on hand
and forthcoming: in their possession of a well- cultivated farm,
and fine herd of cattle, reared with so much care.

Many thousands of miles have Mr. Cutshall and myself
traveled together, strengthening, by mutual observation of
the varied scenes in other parts of this fair land, the bond of
true fi'iendship that has, by virtue of its long life, become a
second nature to us. One of our number in the family has
gone, my wife, Eliza C, who died July 4, 1888, but our friend-
ship is so strongly cemented by years of steady growth as to
remain unshaken; and I am now looking forward to a grand
re-union, when the battle of life is over, in the "'better land "
where there are no sorrows or bereavements, but joys for ever-
more. For I believe the words in the Scriptures: In His
presence is fullness of joy, and at His right hand are pleas-
ures for evermore. Surely God is good, God is love! AVhat
I have already received I know, and what he has promised I
have faith in: My soul shall be satisfied ivhen I awake with


His likeness; peace on earth and joy in Heaven, whither our
friends have orone. Who vv^ould not do right and be a Chris-
tian, having the promise of the life that now is, and that
which is to come?

That all prosperity and happiness may continue with my
dear friend and brother-in-law, and his kindred, to the end of
their lives, is the sincere wish of their true friend,


In my first Sodvenie appears an autobiography, together
with some old-times reminiscences, from the pen of my dear
friend, Mr. C. E. Slocum, in connection with which I desire,
in the following open letter, to publicly express my gratitude
for his life long, unbroken friendship toward me.

Meadville, Penn., May 14, 1890.
C. E. Slocum, Esq., )

Mosiertown, >
Crawford Co. , Penn. )
My dear Friend and Christian Brother:

About lifty years of friendship (from IS-tO to 1890) such
as ours can neither be overlooked nor forgotten, nor should
it be. As I rejflect on this sympathetic friendship, I am re-
minded of the bonds of harmony of the same nature that ex-
isted between David and Jonathan, as related in the Bible.

Ours began in our childhood, was cultivated in our youth,
and, ripening in our manhood, culminated at the present day,
after an uninterrupted growth of half a century, in what it
now is — a solid bond of True Friendship, cemented by all
the early associations of childhood and youth, and later on
by the Christian fellowship and brotherly kindness manifested
by us toward each other. And, Charles, the remembrance of


these many years deserves more than a passing notice from
your friend, who has shared so largely in the sunshine of your
life. I desire to thank you, and express my gratitude for the
benefits resulting to me and my family from this friendship.
Your parents were very kind to me, and I am glad that cher-
ished friendship has ever been manifested toward me by their
children. I well remember the last visit yovir mother* with
her husband made at my parents' home — this same dear old
home where I now sit penning these thoughts. Eliza and I
had come in to visit with them, not having seen them for a
long time, as they were then residing in Indiana County,
Penn. And this was the last visit. All the incidents and
friendships of over a score of years of our lives were here
clustered, many being rehearsed. Pleasures snch as my pen
can not fully describe were ours to enjoy as we reviewed our
past lives, unconscious of the fact that it was our last visit on
earth. Yet such it proved to be.

What a noted visit that was for all of us! How we were
greeted by those we loved ! That kiss from your mother, which
Eliza and I received as she met us, and her last visit to me
are ever worthy of remembrance. Of the six persons who
formed that happy group of friends on that occasion, only the
pre.sent recorder of that incident remains. The old place
here is occupied now by only my son and his family, with
whom I am at present making my home. Such is life! But
the friendship lives on, and my heart is cheered from day to
day as I think of the past, and look forward with a hope of a
reunion in the future.

Much of our time before we came of age was spent in each
other's company. Those school-boy days and farm life, re-
ferred to in your autobiography, open out a large field of
thought, in which I mentally roam with delight. And I think,
too, that of the teachers who taught in the old Cowen school-
house, when I was one of the scholars there, only two are now
living, John Donnelly and G. B. Delamater, Avhom I had the
pleasure of remembering in the distribution of my first
Souvenir. But few of our old teachers are living now.

*Lois M. Slofuni, inotliei- of C. R. Sloouni, died May 1, 18G3.


The multitude of blessings which throng life's pathway
are not all confined, as some suppose, to childhood's days and
youth — the years of our minority. I know that many are there;
but friendship — social, domestic and religious— has proven to
me, and teaches me in my own experience, that the greater num-
ber and the larger blessings are reserved for maturer years.

Charles, my honored friend, of whom so many speak well
(and I may say hosts who have grown up in this community and
other places where you and your good wife have taught school
for so many years), you are truly held in high esteem, not
only by those whom you have taught, but also by the people
generally. Seldom do T go to any place where the name of
C. R. Slocum is known and mentioned but what I hear some
one speak well of my friend. And, as you have said of Mr.
Donnelly's influence as an instructor of youth, so your teach-
ing and Christian life is already bearing the fruit of a golden
harvest. Permit me, in metaphor, to make a few comparisons:
Without the nursery, where would be the fruit trees? With-
out the buds where would be the foliage or blossom? With-
out the blossom where would be the fruit? All are essential
in their natural order of succession . Youth spent in doing
good produces gratification, but advanced age brings satis-
faction in full, and of this I gather some from nearly every
day's experience.

Fifty years of true friendship are none too common in this
life, and, Charles, may our friendship and love continue until
we meet where the real treasure is — in Heaven. Our home
visits and Sunday-school and church privileges, so often en-
joyed, have endeared us to each other in the bonds of a
Christian fellowship never to be forgotten, I trust, on earth
while we live.

In conclusion, my faith is that we shall know each other in
Paradise, in the manner that we shall be known in those

realms of bliss.

Your sincere friend,

F. C. Waid.

family Record.










Suggested to Mrs. Inez A. Hall, of Meadville,
Penn., on her viewing the picture of the family group,
as here presented, and knowing it was to grace the pages
of this volume:

Desceudiug, on the suowy pages

Of this book, to coming ages,

This group shall go — whose pleasant faces,

Each replete with special graces,

Gaze back on me, in sweet content

Of happy lives, and 5"ears well spent.

And ev'ry year 'twill grow more dear
To those who view their lov'd ones here;
When by death the band is broken,
Sweeter still must grow the to],- on
Of a father's thoughtful love and care.
August, 19, 1891.





Family and Personal Reminisgenges,


"Witlx an Appendix i]lcl^"l cling Ti*ea,tises, Fam.ily
Heoords and ^Miscellanea.


CHICAGO, n.i..:
J. H. BEERS eV: CO., Pubmsiieks.


' ' What I have written I have ivritteu.


Oa presenting my Third Souvenir to my kindred, friends
and others, my primal object, to do good, remains un-
changed, and my desire in that direction I find increased and
expanded Avithin me through the generous welcome my many
friends have given my previous efPorts, and by the gratifying
approval evinced in the columns of the Press, both at home
and abroad.

Adverse criticism seldom comes unexpectedly to public
writers, and I am not disappointed that the humble produc-
tions of my pen have not been overlooked by those who have
the privilege to publicly pronounce the works of any author
perfect or defective; although it is a maxim that a true critic
ought to dwell rather upon excellencies than upon imperfec-
tions, having always in mind that

"Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
He Avho would search for pearls must dive below."

Notwithstanding, however, the detraction to which it has
been subjected, I am wonderfully encouraged to pursue my
labor of love and gratitude, for the good of mankind, espe-
cially the youth of our land, my own kin and my many friends
whom I dearly love. Yet I would not have it understood that
in this I am inclined to be partial; far from it. I seek only an
outlet for the unbounded love that ought to dwell in every
true Christian heart — a love that is at once the parent and
the offspring of that heaven-born ennobling desire of man — to
benefit his fellow being. To me it seems so Christ-like, that
I want to bear the greater share of the burden; indeed it
seems to me only a didy, which I must cheerfully perform, for
I have been all my days abundantly blessed of the Lord.
Whatever else may be done, all honor to His name first, and
good results will be certain to follow. I ivill never leave thee
nor forsake thee. There shall no evil befall thee . . for


He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in
all thy ivays.

" Scenes will vary, friends grow strauire.
But the Changeless can not change;
Gladh' will I journey on,
With His arm to lean upon."

Faith and works are essential to our success in whatever
we may undertake. I began writing my First Souvenir (1886)
in good faith, accompanied by hard work and earnest prayers
to the Lord for His blessing on my efforts; and I know that I
have been wonderfully blest and favored in my endeavors.
I believe in both Divine and human aid, and while acknowl-
edging that I owe everything to the Lord,I am not unmindful of

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