Tuesday, July 30, 2013

A Detour from 100 Years Ago and the Consequences

With the recent detour of Route 10 through Bovina, this item from almost 100 years ago seems apt.  It concerns the consequences of re-routing traffic through Bovina.  This article, actually a report from the Delaware Republican, is from the August 22, 1913 issue of the Catskill Mountain News.

A Bad Collision - Truck Struck Car of Two Walton Men on Their Way Home.

The inconvenience of building the State road between here and Andes makes it necessary for hauling heavy products, feed, etc., over Bramley mountain and passenger traffic for Bovina Center and vicinity also has to go that way.  Last week Thursday John Bryce and George May, of Walton, were coming from Bovina Center over the mountain and were near the top of the rise when the large Gerry truck, heavily loaded began the descent toward them.  The brake on the truck failed to work, the chauffeur had the alternative of sure wreck and possible loss of life to contend with or running into the bank on the left, directly across the course of the Bryce-May car.  It was a case of quick judgment and the Gerry car was headed for the high bank, where it stopped, but as it stopped it tipped over towards and on the Walton car, damaging it to such an extent that it could not be used without extensive repairs.  Beside the heavy load of feed, etc., on the Gerry car there were two women passengers and they received quite a scare.  Messrs.  Bryce and May managed to get out of their car with slight personal injury.  The men were able to right the truck and it went on its way, but the Walton car had to be left and hauled to Delhi next day.  Undoubtedly all damages will be settled without resort to law.  It was a fortunate and unavoidable mishap in that human life was not sacrificed.  - Delhi Republican.

The Catskill Mountain News went on to report that "the gentlemen mentioned above had been to New Kingston and traded cars with William Winter and the car that was smashed was the one that Mr. Winter formerly owned."

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

"I did for friends and liberty" - The Jailhouse Letter from Edward O'Connor

In my May 12, 2013 blog entry, I reported about the troubled last two years of the life of the Anti-Rent War hero Edward O'Connor.  On May 31, I had a chance to sit down with a descendant of O'Connor, Andy VanBenschoten and his mother.  They have in their possession a letter written in the fall of 1845 from O'Connor to the parents of his then girlfriend (and later wife), Janet Scott.  O'Connor was expecting to be executed shortly for the killing of Undersheriff Osman Steele in August 1845.  O'Connor had been arrested in October, tried and, along with John Van Steenburgh, sentenced to hang for the murder.  He spent several weeks in the jail in Delhi, where he wrote this letter, probably in October or November 1845.  Thanks to Nancy Cannon from SUNY Oneonta for supplying this transcript of the letter.

Accept my kind thanks for your tenderness and parental care over me, had I known that a line from miserable me, would have given you one moment of pleasure, I would heartily have acquiesced, in one moment.  But I was fearful it would only open the wound afresh.  O! could I tell you the bitter anguish of my soul the brain burnings and heart achings I have suffered for you and all I prize most dear.  You will know without mentioning the names for they are heart breaking to me    I have heard last Friday night, she was deranged and a bitter night it was to me, it was under the impulse of the moment of extreme anguish that I wrote in poetry a description of parting with her; the last time I saw her which will ever dwell fresh on my memory, as long as my bosom shall continue to throb; oh! How my brains burns when I think how she, poor innocent girl, will grieve for me; tho I am Innocent of my charge yet I feel guilty for her for I fear she will be looked down on for my sake.  It makes my blood run through my veins with the velocity of lightning and makes every string of my heart vibrate with horror.  O! could I but rove once more in society.  But nothing now but death and the gallows stares me in the face, but there is hope beyond the grave where false witnesses cannot approach and where a jury cannot be biased and where Judge is Justice, mercy, and holiness true and undeviating.  O how sweet the hours I have passed in your house how often they run through my brains but alas! When I look up I see nothing but Locks and bars and through my bars I now behold the trees casting off their yellow foliage which is emblematical of man in the spring of life he flourishes matures and in autumn or fall which is emblematical of death.

When I look through my prison bars and see the yellow leaf
It seems an emblem of my days and fills my heart with grief
But lovely spring will come again and cheer the forest glade
Lovers will meet and tell the tales beneath the cooling shade
O! parents dear I little thought that this would be my lot
I fear I’ll die a shamefull death and be my man forgot
But should I meet so hard a fate my foes I do forgive them
Will raise triumphant from the grave we’ll meet again in heaven
I ask you when you are home enjoying liberty
That when you kneel before you god there cast a thought on me
And we’ll praise the Lord, whose breath commanded us to be
And worthy be that saviour who died to make us free

You must excuse me for mistakes and bad composition


For you must be aware of the state of my mind   it is all over in the same moment of time.  Give my compliments to Catherine and Thomas both are near to me sister and brother but O I must be parted from them forever, not forever I hope to meet you all in heaven, where all will be joy and Peace.  But my life is now in jeopardy calculated to cut me off in the mourning of life from all the ties of that that connect me to society and thereby nips as it were in the bud all my future prospects and anticipations and call me to bid adieu the things of time and sense.  Leaving our remaining solace behind that its appointed all men once to die and after that the judgement. That I have got to pass the trying scene and but once I must endeavor to compose myself.

I want you dear parents if I dare talk the name, to not forget me. Forget as it were that we were even bound by any ties except humanity for I do not want to bring down any one to tears and sorrow on my account.  O could I have the heart of pleasure of approaching Your humble house once more   then I should endeavor to pay the debts of gratitude I owe, but Alas! Where am I and what awaits  Oh! my heart breaks at the thought I have to lay down my pen to clear away the melting tears that’s streaming down my burning cheek while my heart is respondent only to softer emotions.

O my mind runs wild, I fear I have already wearied your patience; and if I have wrote aught amiss, do forgive me, for I have no evil intention;
I ever remain you affectionate and near friend forever.

Keep these lines remember me
I did for friends and liberty

No room for mirthfull trifling here
For worldly hopes or worldly fear
       My life so soon is gone
If now the Judge is at the door
And all mankind must stand before
       The inexorable throne.

Edward O’Connor


Note: the last six lines of this letter are from a poem, And am I only born to die? by Charles Wesley which appeared in a Methodist Episcopal hymnal, listed as a funeral hymn, and published in 1821.

At the end of November, O'Connor and Van Steenburgh's sentences were commuted to life in prison.  Within hours, they were taken to Sing Sing to serve out these sentences.  They spent a bit over a year in prison - they were pardoned by the newly elected governor in January 1847.

Monday, July 15, 2013

July 1913 - 100 Years Ago in "That Thriving Town"

The 'state road' was still being repaired/resurfaced.  John and Helena Hilson, who were married on July 2, returned from their honeymoon and several reports appeared about the activities of former residents.  

July 4, 1913

A.T. Archibald has had his residence re-shingled. [Archibald lived in the Mountain Brook area of Bovina.]

Alex Myers has completed the job of painting the fence along the State road.

The steam shovel on the Andes and Delhi State road is now located just below T.C. Strangeway’s. [This is about where Bread Fellows is located.]

George Gladstone is having an embankment wall built along part of the front of his lot to keep back the road. [Gladstone appears to have lived in what is now the vacant lot across from the Virga residence.]

Monday morning Thomas Gordon, Gilbert D. Miller, Frank Gowanlock and James G. Seath left to attend the reunion on the Gettysburg battlefield.

Word has been received here that a son of James A. Gow is ill with small pox at their home at Springfield Center Otsego county.  The young man was stricken soon after returning home from college.  The family moved from Bovina last spring.  [It is not clear which son this is.  Gows had twin boys, Millard and Willard.  Whichever son, he survived this bout of small pox and lived into adulthood.]

Jardine Hafele, son of Charles Hafele of this town, who in April graduated from the Veterinary College at Toronto, Canada, and who has since been with his parents here, has returned to Canada and has purchased the practice of a veterinary at Dutton. [Jardine was born in 1889 and had a younger brother Gaylie.  He was married in Canada in 1915 and appears to have settled in Canada.]

July 11, 1913

The barn on the Stephen Russell farm is being altered and improvements made. [This is the barn on Russell Hill, the farm known as the Lester McPherson farm and now owned by Nick Thompson.]

Mr. and Mrs. John Hilson arrived home …from their wedding trip Tuesday, having spent most of it at Lake George.

The Veterans who went to Gettysburg arrived home Friday evening.  Altho the heat was excessive all were well cared for.

July 18, 1913

The steam shovel on the Andes and Delhi state road is now in the large cut on the Burgin place.

Mr. and Mrs.  Gilbert D. Miller left this week for Cleveland, Ohio, to spend at least a fortnight visiting at the home of Thomas Downie, a former resident of Bovina.

John D. Scouller and Miss Doris Louthan were married at Los Angeles, California, July 10.  Mr. Scouller is a grandson of the late Rev. Kennedy, of Bovina, and a son of Mrs. Kittie Kennedy Scouller. [Rev. Kennedy was the pastor of the Reformed Presbyterian Church from 1865 to 1885.]

July 25, 1913

Many farmers have finished haying this week.

For the month of June the patrons of the Bovina Center Co-Operative Creamery received 36 ½ cents per pound for butter fat.

Lauren Thomson, formerly of Bovina, who for five months has been traveling in Europe with a college chum, is visiting this section.

The town traction engine went off the bank Wednesday below Robert G. Foreman’s at the Stone House.  After some difficulty it was gotten back onto the road with a little damage done.

Surveryers are going over the Bovina State road again.  It is stated that the purpose is to ascertain if the contractor removed the number of yards of dirt claimed, etc.  With the original survey costing $900 a mile, this will bring the amount to over $1,000 a mile for the survey.


Friday, July 5, 2013

Stories from Bovina's Cemeteries - Old Jock Hilson

117 years ago today, John Hilson, sometimes known as 'Old Jock,' died in Bovina at the age of 69.  His last illness started out as nothing more than a bad foot.  The Andes Recorder reported on May 29 1896 that "John Hilson is laid up with a sore foot at this writing."  A couple of weeks later, the paper reported that what seemed like a minor ailment had become more serious:  "John Hilson, whom we recently mentioned as being laid up with a sore foot, is now seriously afflicted.  His trouble started from paring a corn to[o] close, and his blood being in bad condition, inflammation set in and then gangrene followed.  Drs Phinney, Gates and Wight were here Monday in consultation. His great toe was amputated Wednesday, but grave fears are entertained as to the final result."  Within a week, the doctors were back to perform another amputation.  At first, this appeared to do the trick.  In its June 26, 1896 issue, the paper said that "John Hilson is to all appearances improving slowly."  A week later, the Recorder reported the situation was about the same, but within a couple of days of that report appearing, Hilson died.  His death and a brief obituary appeared in the July 10, 1896 Andes Recorder:

Another of our oldest citizens has crossed the river.  John Hilson died on Sabbath, July 5.  He was born in Scotland, May 25, 1827, and came to America in 1850.  After coming here he worked at his trade – a plasterer for four years.  In 1854 he was married to Hannah S. Hamilton, who with one son survives him.  He then farmed it until 1867, when he opened a store in Bovina Centre, where did a large business, until he retired in 1889.  He was succeeded by his son, Alexander, who soon afterwards took John W. Blair into partnership, but is now in business alone.  Soon after he retired from business he visited this old home in Scotland and had talked of crossing the ocean again this summer.  He had held several town and county offices, among them County Superintendent of the Poor.  His pastor, Rev. W.L.C. Samson, officiated at the funeral which was held at one o’clock Tuesday.

While the Hilson family had to deal with this loss, Alexander's infant son was ill with whooping cough.  On the afternoon of his grandfather's funeral, he died, age about two months.  He was buried two days later.

The November 27 Andes Recorder reported that "A fine monument has been erected to the memory of the late John Hilson.  Dauley and Wright, of Oneonta, furnished it." 

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Dairying in Bovina by Thomas Ormiston

This report was published in Documents of the Assembly of the State of New York, Volume 14, 1897, page 385-389, as part of the Fifty-sixth Annual Report of the New York State Agricultural Society for 1896.  It is presented in its entirety.  I found this on Google Books.  Thomas Ormiston is the grandfather of Ed, Dick and Alan Davidson and of Lauren Monroe and Frances Burns, among others. 

Dairying in Bovina
Especially Prepared for the Annual Report, by Mr. Thomas Ormiston, Bovina Centre, Delaware County, N.Y.


As many dairymen throughout the State are interested in this town, on account of the “Cow Census,” taken a few years ago, by Messrs. Powell and Jennings, for the State Dairymen’s Association, perhaps a brief account of the work will be of interest.  We do not presume that we have the best individual herds in the State, but we do believe that there is no township in the State – or perhaps in the U.S. – where the average is so high, or where it would be so hard to find a scrub cow. 

The town is situated on the headwaters of the Little Delaware, which enters the West Branch of the Delaware, at Delhi, and is made up of thirteen little valleys or hollows, divided by small creeks, beside the Moon Valley, which is not large. Being so situated,— at the headwaters,— there is an abundance of good spring water, and, in favorable seasons, there is plenty of sweet, native grasses, on the pastures. For the above reasons, making it a natural home for cows,— the town was named by Gen. Root "Bovina."

The foundation of the present high standard of the Bovina dairy cow was laid by the sturdy characters of the first Scotch and Scotch-Irish settlers, who redeemed the town from the “squatter sovereignty" that prevailed at the beginning of the century. Many of these men and women were born under the same roof with the cow; thus they were early associated with dairying, generally on a small scale. Nevertheless, they knew how to feed and care for a cow so as to get good results, for, in many cases they obtained a good part of their food from her. According to Burns, their bill of fare was:

"The halesome porritch, chief of Scotia's food;
The sowpe their only hawkie does afford,
That 'yont the hallan snugly chaws her cood."

This town was settled almost entirely by that class of people. They began on a small scale, with one cow, generally. If she proved to be a good one, all her offspring were saved, and, before an Ayrshire or a Jersey was brought in, there were some herds that might well have been called Thoroughbreds, as great care had been used in selecting and breeding. When Thoroughbred bulls were brought in and bred on their animals, excellent results were obtained

There has been a tendency on the part of our breeders, recently, since they began breeding registered stock, to give too much attention to color and pedigree, and, in some cases, they have kept animals not up to the standard as producers. But, the past two years of drouth and pestilence have done the town good, in ridding us of nearly all such live-stock, and I'm afraid that some of our western friends who bought animals that went from here during that time, will find some very poor cows among them, but no man who knows his business will buy breeding animals in that way, although there were some first-class cows sold last fall, as most herds had been thoroughly weeded out a year ago.

The breeding of stock, according to the general acceptation of that term, began about 1860. David Coulter and J. G. Ormiston went to Unadilla and bought a Thoroughbred Ayrshire bull from C. I. Hayes. Some years later, Thomas Miller imported two cows and a bull of the same breed, from Scotland. The Ayrshires were beauties and took the eye of a Scotchman, but they could not compete with Alderneys and Jerseys when it came to making butter, and there is none of that blood in town now, except what has been graded up on the Jerseys. A few years later, Robert Livingston, wishing to encourage the farmers, gave a Thoroughbred Holstein bull to David Coulter, to be used by the people of the town; but the farmers did not take to the Hollander.

I am not aware of the causes that led to the enterprise of introducing blooded stock into the town, but there seems to have been a general awaking in the years from 1858 to 1860. About this time, John Hortings* went to Red Falls, Greene County, and bought an Alderney bull of B. G. Morse, paying $100 for him. He was a pedigreed animal, but not registered. His color was yellow and
white — about equally divided — not a beauty, at least in the eyes of the Ayrshire men, as he was very pointed, with thin quarters and very large digestive organs. It is conceded by all, now, that he was the best stock getter that was ever brought into town, and no other bull was used to such an extent, as farmers for miles around drove their best cows to him, and as many as one hundred were served in one year, beside Mr. Hortings' own herd. Every heifer calf was raised, and many of the bulls, for breeding. Mr. Hortings kept him four years, and, during that time, he stamped his individuality on much of the live-stock of the town. He became very cross and was killed one year after Mr. H. let him go.

James E. Horting — a brother of John's — and A. Archibald, bought the next three bulls from Morse; all were kept on the old Hortings Homestead. These were all Alderneys of the same type as the first one; and breeding from these, extended over a period of ten years. Distance may lend enchantment to the view, but most of our dairymen insist that those first crosses have never been equaled as butter producers.

The first Jerseys were introduced in 1879, by a farmer, Duncan Campbell, and J. G. Ormiston. Two bulls and one heifer were bought of Thomas Fitch of New London, Conn. The year following, W. L. Rutherford and Mr. Campbell bought ten heifers and a bull from the same person; and again, the next year, Mr. Rutherford made another purchase of eight or ten heifers of Mr. Fitch. In 1870, James E. Hortings bought a three-year-old heifer, with calf by her side, from W. B. Densinore, of Dutchess County, N. Y. None of the " Fitch stock " or Mr. Hortings' heifer were registered; but all had pedigrees tracing to importations. A few years later, Mr. Rutherford and Mr. Hortings both went to Mr. Densmore's and bought heifers that were registered, and each a registered bull, and began breeding registered stock. Mr. Rutherford, being old, and having no children, sold his entire stock and his farm to Wm. L. Ruff who has, since 1880, carried on the business, introducing new strains of blood from time to time.

J. D. Mitchell was the last to enter the field as a breeder, but he did more than any other man in the county to raise the standard of registered animals. He sold a fine herd of grades and invested $3,000 in cows and heifers at sales in New York city and New Jersey, The venture was not a financial success, but he introduced the best Jerseys ever brought into the town. The herd of 12 cows — while used especially for breeding — when the calves were fed some new milk — made 365 lb. of butter per cow, that was sold. That yield has never been equalled by any registered herd in the town. He sold his entire herd, two years ago, to Mr. Rychmire of Richmondville, N. Y.

There are several other farmers in town who are breeding registered stock, but, as I said before, Bovina's notoriety was not gained through its registered herds, but through careful breeding by nearly all our farmers; and, it is a notable fact, that the largest yields have not been from the registered herds. I do not mention this fact to deprecate the value of breeding, but I think that it does show that there is danger of attaching too much value to pedigree and color. One of the breeders of registered stock admitted, a few days since, that he had kept poor cows for years, because they had good pedigrees and were nice looking, and he felt that he could not sell them to the butcher, where they should go. I doubt not this has been done by other breeders as well.

With the improvement in breeding, began the improvement in feeding and care of live-stock. Formerly, all live-stock was driven out to a stack and there fed, every day during the winter, and, when hay was scarce, they were fed on " browse." No grain was fed, except, perhaps,a little rye bran to a cow that was a little "off." They generally dropped their calves about the time they were turned to grass. One hundred pounds of butter to sell, was considered, a large yield in those days. Now the average yield per cow in town is over 200 lb. in a good year, but not such as the last two have been.

I have no means of knowing just how much feed is brought into the town and fed now, but I know some men who buy a ton per cow. Not all the improvement is due to buying feed, for I know one man having a small herd who made and sold 215 lb. per cow, without buying one pound of feed, and nearly all the grain raised on the farm was fed to the team; but the cows had all the rough feed they wanted. I recall one other case where an old Scotchman kept a few cows in fine condition without feeding any grain.

The butter is all made in private dairies, except six farmers, who sell their milk. Until 1870, the small pans were used, and a few are still in use. The large, shallow pans with water around and below, were just introduced, though some were superseded by the deep-setting process, and, in a few instances, these have been exchanged for the separator. There is another thing in which the town stands ahead, the average high quality of its dairy butter. Rev. W. L. C. Samson has been living here over one year. He made the statement the other day, that he had always used the best “Elgin Creamery" until he came here, but had never eaten such good butter as he found in Bovina.

It is a very difficult task to give any adequate idea of how dairying is carried on in Bovina, in such an article as this. Not all of our farmers have been successful, but those who have, were very careful about the little things, in all the details in every department; in the selection of the cows; their care and feed; and in the care of the milk, cream and butter.

*The reference to John and James Hortings is some kind of typo that got into the publication.  The last name should be Hastings. 

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Eva McIntosh - A Personal Memory

I was saddened this morning to hear of the passing of Eva McIntosh.  While it has been awhile since I've seen her, I'll always have fond memories of her during my time delivering the Binghamton Sunday Press.  From 1968 to 1973, I delivered this Sunday morning paper to folks in Bovina Center (and also left a stack at the creamery for the outlying farmers).  Very much a morning person back then, I delivered the paper around 6 am.  Most folks were still in bed or just getting up and about, but not Eva.  Eva would already have been up at least an hour and was often using that time to bake.  So on a route where I rarely saw anyone to talk to, I always looked forward to stopping at McIntoshes to have my weekly chat with her (and maybe a cookie or two).  Eva will be missed.

Below is a picture that includes Eva (third from the right in the photo).  It is of a "Style Show" put on by the Bovina Recreation Club sometime in the 1950s.
Left to right:  Marie Renner, Carolyn Keefer, Helen Thomson, Emily Archibald, unknown, Jen Thomson, Ina Thomson, Ruth Monroe, Eva McIntosh, Mrs. Arno Olsener, Betty Hall.  This show took place on the stage at the Community Hall.

Monday, June 24, 2013

Bovina's 1894 Flood

When the Bovina Center hamlet experience a flood in August 1953 (go to April 26, 2009 and August 14, 2011 entries in this blog for more information), Walter 'Watt' Coulter recalled that it was the worst flooding since that of 1894.  So what was 1894 like?

The flood of 1894 happened 119 years ago today on Sunday, June 24, causing about $7,000 in damage (about $190,000 in today's money) - $3,000 in damage to bridges and roadways and $3,000 to $4,000 in damages inflicted on local farmers and businesses.

It started in the afternoon when two clouds seemed to meet over Mt. Pisgah.  The brief but intense downpour overfilled the streams in the upper part of the town, causing them to rapidly overflow their banks and send a large load of debris down the Little Delaware.  Included in the debris were sections of a number of bridges going down Bovina road to the Butt End and beyond.  A new arch bridge at the Butt End, which had only been built about two years before, was partially damaged.  The Johnson Brother's Woolen Mill saw extensive damage to the dam containing their mill pond.  The shingle mill at the rear of the building was carried away completely.  The loss at the Johnson Brother's alone was around $1000.

The torrent of water continued into Bovina Center, damaging the bridge at Thomas Hilson's and taking away the milk house of William Liddle on its way (these appear to be a couple of farms on County Route 6 about a mile from the hamlet).  Another Hilson, Alexander, lost the bridge at his property.  It was feared that Dennis's mill, located across from about where Hugh Lee's house is located, would fall victim to the flood but by then there was enough driftwood to form a breastwork and thus the mill was saved.  Scott's bridge at the lower end of the hamlet withstood the torrent but the water was running very high.  The flats beyond the bridge did see considerable damage.  As the Andes Recorder reported, "the flood as seen by those who could see it coming appeared like a huge wall of water eight or ten feet high."  The flood continued to the Hook and took out the bridge there (located at present Route 28).  It was determined afterwards to replace that bridge with an iron one.

Along with the property damage, a number of farmers lost some of their livestock.  The Andes Recorder noted that "a number of hogs and a cow were found on the flats down the Little Delaware that had come down with the flood."