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May 26. — As we were requiring about 40,000 shingles
to cover the new barn my son is building, I accompanied
him and his hired man, with two teams, to Little Cooley,
where I purchased of Mr. Thomas F. Smith, at his saw
and shingle mill, 40,000 good pine shingles — 8,000
shaved, 32,000 sawed. I think it was in 1848 that my
father built our horse barn, and well do I remember work-
ing on it, the following incident coming fresh to my mem-
ory: My brother, Lyman, and Justus Goodwill took the
Masiker girls, Jane and Eliza, to the circus and menag-
erie, then exhibiting in Meadville, while I remained be-
hind to help shingle the barn, a something in our experi-
ences that my first wife and I often spoke of afterward.
This old barn was built of durable material, the original
roof, never reshingled, being yet sound, proof enough that
my honest friend, Thomas F. Smith, manufactures good
shingles, and I told him so to-day, which gratified him
as much as it pleased me. We loaded up our shingles in
good shape, and started for home, stopping, near Cooley,
at the farm home of my nephew Orlando Waid, with whom
I had some business, and as he was raising his bank barn,
30x40 feet in size, we were in good season to give him,
along with my brother who was there also, a lift on part
of the basement story. Then, continuing on our way
homeward with our loads, we halted at New Eichmond to
see a relative, Mrs. Silas Clark, who has been an invalid
from dropsy several years, and is now very poorly indeed.
As I shook hands with her and introduced my son, she
said: "Franklin, I have not seen you since you were mar-
ried," which somewhat surprised me; how time does fly !
"What! he was married March 15, 1877, and you have


not seen one another since!" So we pursue the journey
of life, some of us only meeting friends a few times here
below. Starting our teams once more, we made direct for
home, only halting a brief space to see my uncle, Horace
Waid, and make a passing call in Blooming Valley.

May 28. — Just thirty-seven years ago to-day my twin
brother Franklin died, but his memory yet lives. We
journeyed life together a little over twenty-one years, and
much of our joint experience has been, figuratively speak-
ing, written in indelible ink, that never can be effaced
from the tablets of my memory.

May 29. — There died this morning an old citizen of
Blooming Valley (a resident since 1865), in the person
of Mr. J. T. Odell, aged eighty years; funeral on Sunday
at 2 p. M. ; services at the M. E. Church. The road tax
in our district is now being worked, my son, Fred, being
path master, and as our new road machine, a scraper,
called "Western Reversible." seems to Avork very well,
we will likely have even better roads than usual, although,
for a long time back, our township road, from Blooming
Valley (State Road) to the Mead Township line, nearly a
mile, has been really good. Clean roads please the
farmer, and speed the traveler on his way, and as we
ruralists like to see clean streets in cities or towns when
we visit them, so townspeople, when they come out to see
Nature's garden, and inhale the sweet breath of Heaven,
delight in rambling along neat, well-kept roads. "In
rural life," says Washington Irving, "there is nothing
mean and debasing. It leads a man forth among scenes
of natural grandeur and beauty; it leaves him to the
workings of his mind, operated upon by the purest and
most elevating of external influences." This is what
gives the charm to country life, and nothing can detract
from it save ragged-looking roads, dilapidated fences, and
ill-kept farms.


May 30, Decokation Day.— A year ago to-day 1 was
in Cleveland, Ohio, attending the dedication of the Gar-
field Monument, and to-day I enjoy the pleasure of spend-
ing Decoration Day in Meadville, visiting Greeiidale
Cemetery, beautifully decorated with flowers and little
flags, loving tributes to the memory of our silent heroes.
In the afternoon a large concourse of people, including
Peifer Post, G. A. E., was assembled to listen to the ex-
cellent address delivered by Kev. Dr. T. C. Beach, of the
First M. E. Church, who was introduced to the audience
with a feAv remarks bv Dr. T. L. Flood. In honoring
the memory of the brave soldiers who bled and died to
save our Union from dismemberment, we must not foro^et
to honor the good God who has given to the world a
Christian land like ours.

Sunday, May 31. — I attended two funerals to-day,
services for both being held in the M. E. Church, Bloom-
ing Valley. The first one (in the forenoon) was that of
a child of Mr. and Mr. Leonard Smith, nearly five years
old ; sermon by Kev. V. F. Duncle, pastor ; text Job xxxvii :
21: And now men see not the hrigM light whidi is in tJte
clouds; hut the wind passetlt and cleanseth them; the in-
terment took place in the Smith Cemeter3\ How very
dark it is here sometimes amidst our afflictions! And yet
to the believer, to the true Christian, how radiant and re-
splendent appears everything beyond the conflicts of this
life! He can realize how graciously God in His mercy
deals Avith us here that we may be saved. The other
funeral (in the afternoon) was that of J. T. Odell, whose
death I have already referred to; sermon by Kev. W. H.
Farrault, of Saegertown; text 2 Corinthians v: 8: We
are confident, I say, and unlling rcdtier to he absent from
tile hody, and to he present icith tJie Lord. At the cem-
etery. Blooming Valley, I observed that Eliza's grave had


been decorated the previous day by kind hands, showing
til at her memory yet lives in warm hearts other than my
own.* "Sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from
which we refuse to be divorced."

June 3. — Among other letters I received one to-day
from Bishop Willard F. Mallalieu, of New Orleans, the
third I have been favored Avith from him, and I have to
thank him for the interest he takes in my welfare in pre-
senting an earnest appeal for aid toward the endowment
of eight professorships in the medical college at New
Orleans. I here give copy of the letter:

New Orleans, La., May 29, 1891.
My Dear Brother: Yours of April 10 is now before me. The
book has also been received, for which please accept my thanks. I
have looked it through with interest — it is a Souvenir indeed! I
shall place it in tlie library of the New Orleans University, where I
trust it may remain for many years and generations. I am glad to
know that God blessed you at Oil City Conference. It was a glorious
season. I trust all our Conferences may be like it, only better and
better as the years go on. I send with this a slip which will give you
an idea of what I am trying to do. I want to endow eight professor-
ships in our medical college. It will take $10,000 to endow any one
of them. I wish you would take one, and give it your family name,
or your own name in full. If you really desire to do good there is no
better chance. The people for whom I plead are very poor, and have
few friends. I hope God will put it into your heart to do what I ask.
In this way, and for Christ's sake, you can visit the sick. It will be a
better and more enduring monument than marble or bronze.

Very truly yours,

W. F. Mallalieu.

I quote one sentence from the "slip" spoken of by
the Bishop as enclosed to me: ''Never from Us porials
shall any one he excluded on accoitnf of race, color, relig-
ion or sexy I confess I am glad to have had this matter
brought to my notice, and am anxious to give the subject
careful consideration, with the hope that with God's as-
sistance I may arrive at a wise conclusion.

* I want to say, the Lnnl hlfs>< them.


June 5. — The boys (my sons) and myself have been
as "busy as bees,"" my own work consisting in mowing
the door-yards, etc., whitewashing some pear and orna-
mental trees and shrubs, helping shingle, to-day, Frank-
lin's new barn, and, while the scaffolding Avas being re-
moved, I finished trimming and scraping the apple trees in
the orchard* (Goodrich Farm). Then after all this was
done, boy-like I wanted to do not only a little more but
something by which this day might be remembered; so I
held a sort of formal opening of the New Barn by taking
the wheelbarrow and putting in a load of old hay, and
another of new-mown (cut to-day), remarking, as I did so,
to my sons and others: " You can remember who put in
the first hay into the new barn." And yet this was not so
much for the sake of my son as for his children (my four
little grandchildren), something that some of them might
perchance remember and interpret, when I am gone, as a
simple lesson in industry and carefulness. While T was
engaged in mowing, a passing neighbor said to me: "I
saw you do that forty years ago when working with your
uncle, William Morehead, on your father's farm, and you
have not yet forgot how!" "No," T replied, "I enjoy
it now, and am glad I am able to continue in the busi-
ness. I want to mow the door-yards for the boys, and
help do the hand-mowing, trimming and so forth with
the scythe."

June (i — Came to Meadville on business, and in the
evening went to see my uncle and other relatives in Ver-
non, four miles west of the town, remaining till Monday.
During my visit my cousin, R. A. Fergerson, accompanied
me to Geneva, and I had the pleasure of calling on an
old schoolmate, David Smith, whom I do not remember

* The job of pruning the three orchards for the boys I began several weeks ago,
and was reaUy glad to finish it.


having met in many years; also saw his brother Peter,
another schoolmate, and ere we left Geneva my cousin
and I made yet another call on Mr. Harrison, a distant
relative whom I have wished to see many years. While
at Mr. Fergerson's I paid a visit to his t'ather-in-law, Mr.
John Curry, now nearly four-score years old, and very
unwell at present ; also saw my uncle, living near by, who
is in his ninetieth year. On my way home on Monday,
and while in Meadville, my cousin, S. Phillips, informed
me of the death of his sou's wife, which occurred that
same morning at her sister's in Hancock, whither she
and her husband, Leslie Phillips, had recently gone on
account of her failing health. The funeral and services
were held at Port Jarvis, N. Y., her former home. It
is only a few weeks ago since I saw her, for the
last time, at her father-in-law's house, but she was quite
ill then, so her demise was not altogether unexpected.
She WHS a most estimable. Christian woman. Our
house, the "Old Home,'' is being repainted wliite,
blinds green, just as it was first painted by my father
in 18^5;and I wish to help my son and the painter,
Mr. Albion Bowman, on that, as I do on every tiling
else about the place, for I do not want to be called a
" retired farmer," while health, strength and courage re-
main to me. It is surely a pardonable pride that prompts
me to say that I can still do farm labor, shingle, paint or
look for a job at any other kind of work I can do. How
good, indeed, it is for us if we can but labor and be con-
tented within the limits of our occupations, making our-
selves useful at whatever we can do.

June 11. — I went to-day to assist at the raising of
Mr. David Koberts' bank barn (44x52), to me a pleasant
duty, and there was a good turn-out, plenty of help — over
sixty at dinner (I think), and more to follow to lend a


willing hand in the afternoon. Leaving Mr. Roberts'
place,* I proceeded toMeadville, where I received my mail,
and one letter, from my cousin, Frank Simmons, brought
me the sad news of the death of Mrs. Martha Cobb, which
occurred at 6 o'clock this morning. Another communi-
cation was bright and sunshiny — an invitation to a wed-
ding, as follows: "Mrs. C. A. Wheeler requests your
presence at the marriage of her daughter, Mertie Maud,
to Albert E. Sherman, June 24, 1891, at eight o'clock, at
her residence. No. 340 Footes Avenue, Jamestown, N. Y."
During my short stay in Meadville I called on Mr. S.
Phillips, where I met a relative, Miss Clara Arnold, of
Townsville, Penn., who had been residing about six
months in East Tennessee, for the benefit of her health,
and was on her way home; also had a brief visit at C. R.

June 13. — Am in Jamestown, N. Y., having come to
attend the funeral of my cousin, Mrs. Martha Cobb, an-
nounced for to-morrow, Sunday, but which, for some
reason, took place to-day, before my arrival. Mrs. Cobb
was born May 2, 1838, so was just nine days younger
than myself. Rev. A. C. Ellis, pastor of the M. E.
Church at Jamestown, officiated at the funeral. The
electric street railway is now opened in Jamestown, and
one can ride to Dexterville or the boat lauding in a mag-
nificently-appointed car, propelled by the mystic force of
electricity. I understand the road to Lake wood, five
miles, will soon be completed, at which time Jamestown
will be able to boast of ten or twelve miles of electric

Sunday, June 14. — Attended the Episcopal Church at
Jamestown along with Vernon Wheeler and his sister,

* I would here say that Mr. Roberts has now one of the Ijest barns iu this
section of the county ; but he is noted for doing tilings well. There are larger barns,
but this seems a model one.


Gertie; afterward, while on my way to Mr. Simmons', I
stepped into the M. E. Church, where were being held
"Children's Day" services, which I much enjoyed; then
went with Mr. Simmons to look at the new Baptist Church,
not yet quite completed, so they are holding services in
the Sunday-school, and I found it was also "Children's
Day " there. At 3 p.m. I attended the laying of the foun-
dation stone of the Swedish Church ; thence went to the
cemetery to vieAv the last resting place of Mrs. Martha
Cobb and of Uncle and Aunt Simmons, whereon have re-
cently been placed tombstones. A call in the evening on
Mr. Hezekiah Williams closed this summer Sabbath day.

June Ifi. — Left Jamestown yesterday evening for
Union City, where I remained over night with my friend
J. Hgusenick, and this morning, being most desirous of
attending the raising of Mr. George Hamilton's barn, I
took train for Saegertown, whence I walked to the County
Farm, one and one-half miles, as I wished to see my
brother-in-law and his wife; thence walked to my home,
about four and one-half miles, in the heat of the day,
changed my clothes, had dinner and was off to the baru-
raising. My three sons were all busy at Little Cooley,
baling hay, but my daughters-in-law, Maggie and Min-
nie, had gone to the " bee " before I reached home, so they
were helpful to us by assisting Mrs. Hamilton, along
with other willing women Avorkers, in getting read} the
meals etc. It was an all-day raising, as the barn was
45x96 feet, requiring from forty -five to fifty hands, besides
women and children, and so I was late in getting to the
spot; but, as some one present remarked, the Waids were
"well represented," as there were present my brother, G.
N., and his sons, also my nephew, Nick P., besides my
daughters-in-law and myself.

Sunday, June 21. — Having come to Meadville yester-


day on business, as I usually do on Saturdays, I remained
over night at Mr. Derby's, having heard that the Memo-
rial services for Mrs. Estella Phillips would be held to-day
in the Baptist Church, and I wished to attend. With
several members of the Phillips family I accordingly
went to the church, and I am truly glad I did so, as the
services were impressive and touching in the extreme.
The good pastor. Rev. W. H. Marshall, chose for his text
Revelations xiv: 13: And I heard a voice from Heaven
saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead lohich die in
ihe Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, tJiat tliey
may rest from their labors; and tJieir ivorJcs do follow
them; and in his sermon he spoke most feelingly of the
deceased; of her exemplary life; of her uniting with the
church at Port Jervis, N. Y., and being baptized at the
age of about fifteen, over a score of years ago. The be-
reaved husband has the sympathy of all, but what blessed
consolation must come in the thought that his wife, Es-
tella. left the world a Christian, to dwell in the house of
the Lord forever — Blessed are tlie dead who die in the

In the afternoon I went to "Children's Day" service
at the M. E. African Church, where an interesting pro-
gramme was well carried out, at the close of which I,
as a visitor, was called upon to say a few words to the
children, which I did, and afterward in a little more sub-
stantial manner aided their cause by doubling the col-
lection, making the gross amount $3.14. Then a vote of
thanks for my visit, and an invitation to "come again"
closed the happy proceedings. In the evening I attended
the First M. E. Church, where Rev. Dr. Moore, editor of
the Western Christian Advocate, delivered an eloquent
sermon for the benefit of the Allegheny College Young
Men's Christian Association, the subject being John, the


Baptist, in prison, and Christ on His mission on earth,
preaching the doctrine of everlasting life.

June 23. — Yesterday my uncle Robert Morehead
(now, as already related, nearly ninety years old) and his
daughter came to visit me, and glad I was of it, for I was
wishing to have him come and see me once more before I
take my departure for the West. After supper I drove
my uncle to Blooming Valley, in order to make a call on
my niece, Mrs. Iowa Joslin, and after a short interview
we returned home, having enjoyed a very pleasant drive.
This morning we called on our nearest neighbor, Mrs.
Mary Kiser, who is a few months older than my uncle,
and has been in failing health for a long time. Paid
visits to the homes of my other two sons; drove down to
the County Farm to give our regards to Julia, a relative;
then called on my brother, and afterward on my nephew
Nick P., where we had supper before returning home-
ward, when I drove him to Blooming Valley, Avhither his
daughter had gone to see Mr. Ploof, a relative. Thus
ended what to me was a memorable visit, one recalling
pleasant old-time associations, not unmixed with regretful
remembrances; for as my aged relative and I viewed the
old home of my boyhood and earlier manhood, and
chatted about the days of long ago, my life history
seemed to pass before me like a moving panoramic view,
bright and gloomy scenes alternately passing before my
mental eye — ^here a ray of joy, there a cloud of sorrow;
here a noontide radiance, there a midnight darkness, till
I found my thoughts unconsciously dwelling on my dead
wife, and wandering away to the beautiful valley of Eden;

" Beautiful valley of Eden!
Sweet is thy uooutide calm ;
Over the hearts of the weary,
Breathing thy waves of balm.


" Over the heart of the iiK.unicr
Shiueth thj- gohlen day,
Wafting the songs of the angels
Down from the far away.

" Beautiful valley of Eden,

Home of the pure and blessed!
How oft' amid the wild billows
I dream of thv rest— sweet rest !

June 24. — The last time I went to Jamestown, N. Y.,
was to attend tlie funeral of- Martha Cobb; to-day my
mission thither is a happier one — to be present at the
wedding of xllbert Shermaii and Mertie M. Wheeler, in
accordance with the invitation I had received. The cere-
mony was performed in the evening by Kev. E. B. Bur-
rows, in the presenceof a large attendance of relatives and
friends, representing nearly every season of life from the
bud of childhood to the mellow fruit of old age. Among
those present, some of whom I never met before, and
others not for years, I might mention Mrs. Addie Ogden,
from Olean, N. Y. ; Chan. Colt and wife, and liis brother
Henry, from near Brocton, N. Y.* ; Miss Lorinda Wheeler,
Mrs. Stratton and Mrs. John Childs, aunts of the bride,
all three livings in our own county.

Early next morning, after a call on Mr. Colt, I re-
turned to Meadville, a little late, to attend Allegheny
College Commencement (class of '91) exercises, held in
the First M. E. Church, and of which the following is a
copy of the programme:

* Henry and Chan. Colt are brothers of Frank Colt, with wlioni the bride, Mer-
tie Maud (Wheeler), her mother, Certie and Vernerhave hved many years.




Immigration, - - - - - - - B. T. Adams,

Tlie New Republic, _ - . - Hmonrd A. Couse.

Experience as a Factor in Life, - - - C. G. Freema)i.


Is War a Relic of the Past? - - - Jo?in A. Gibson.
The Ends we Seek, . - - _ Gertrude V. Hovseliold.
The Philosopher of Rotterdam, - - Gharles L. Hoice.


Russian Nihilism, - - - . . Glarence F. Ross.
The Woman of the Twentieth Century, - - Mary Warner.
" The Grand Old Man," - - - - Homer D. Whitfield.
" Human Equation," - - - - William W. Youngson.
music, orchestra.
Conferring of Degrees.

Everytliiug coimected with these exercises passed off
surpassingly well, and I would that space permitted me
to dwell on them more fully. I can not speak too highly
of President Wheeler's address to the "Class of '91,'*
numbering twenty-nine members, coming from many
States. I believe it surpassed anything of the kind I had
ever heard — so rich was it, so rare, so full of good things
overflowing with noble encouragements and lasting bene-
dictions. All the numbers on the programme were finely
rendered, and the audience returned to their homes more
than favorably impressed with the day's proceedings.

June 27. — This morning I spent several hours work-
ing in the old garden wherein, no doubt, my twin brother
and myself did some little child-Avork half a century ago.
But it is more of those who taught me by their example
how to love labor — my parents — that T am reminded — on
the farm in general, of my father; in the garden, in par-
ticular, of my mother, for while she was young, or in mid-
dle life, yes, or even during the last year of her pilgrim-


age on earth, Avlien seventy-seven years of age, sbe would
be found diligently working in this same old garden where
now T find myself with hoe in hand, assisted by my
daughter-in-law, Annie, Guinnip's wife, and their four-
year-old daughter, Edna, both industrious to the great
discomfiture of the weeds, my little granddaughter very
enthusiastic over her modicum. So here I have work and
pleasure combined, everything to be thankful for, and in
my heart I sing for very joy.

After dinner the barn-raising on the farm of Edmond
Ellis,* a friend and neighbor, gave me some more pleas-
ant work. This structure, which in 35x15 feet, was oriir-
inally built thirty-five years ago on what is known as the
Wilks Farm, and Edmond and his father, Clark Ellis, un-
dertook to move and repair the same, but before they got
it completed a storm came and blew the barn down, re-
ducing it to a perfect wreck. It was no small job to
sort out the ruin and rebuild, so when all was ready for
the raising I Avas only too glad to give what assistance I
could. It Avas heavy Avork, for the timber used in building
barns years ago was much heavier than nowadays, but
there Avere plenty of willing hands and the job of putting
the frame up Avas completed before supper, after which I
Avalked (in company with Mr. Ephraim Williams, carpen-
ter, Avho Avas overseer of the Avork) to Meadville where I
remained, as usual, over Sunday. Brother Williams was
formerly a member of State Eoad M. E. Church, and lived
here many years before going to Meadville. No wonder I
loved him as a Christian brother and could enjoy a Avalk
and chat five miles Avith him when our day's Avork Avas
done !

* I am told Mr. Clark Ellis attended the first barn-raising tliirty-five years ago.
and some others who helped at the raising then were present. Mr. Ellis was il
imderstand) fifty-two on the day of the liarn-raising.


Sunday, June 28. — Attended the Second Presbyterian
Church, where I heard an excellent sermon from the lips
of Dr. D. H. Wheeler, president of Allegheny College,
who is filling the appointment here at present, Dr. Ed-
wards, the regular pastor, being in poor health. The
text, Matthew xi: 28: Come nnio me all ye that labor and
are heavy laden, and I loill give you rest, was ably in-
terpreted by the learned Doctor who not only made but
also left a lasting impression on his attentive hearers.
As for my individual self, I had labored all the week, and
was tired in body and weary in mind, much in need of
rest and spiritual food, and here I found both. My soul
was refreshed and blessed with the words of the text, and
the invitation and promises held out to the weary. I had

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