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Post by fiona on May 7, 2009 13:25:46 GMT -5
DAVE: Sorry. I didn't mean to be pushy. I often forget that others have lives also. I myself will be posting less due to obligations through the end of this month. I know how it is. But, when you get to the Cobb case, you will see your story material- all there and all true- a Utica that existed beyond the purvue of the Munson, Williams, Proctors- beyond the books of pretty post cards of the Devereaux house, the downtown, the Butterfield House, ect. Definatly not your basic cookbook -postcard sanitized version of the city, not your Genesee Street Victorian version, but some real grit that people just turned away from, as in the GF story, until something terrible happened. If you would like, to get you started, I can send you my photocopies I made at the OCHS. They are quite readable and graphic, plus show photos of both John Karl and Carrie Cobb. Just let me know. Also. to let you know, I didn't go looking for this story, it found me and that's how it always is. I will be getting back to work on the Olbiston soon, also, mabye about the end of May.
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Post by dgriffin on Aug 21, 2009 8:29:16 GMT -5
www.windsweptpress.com/images/straw hats.jpg[/img] This clip is from the WaterVILLE Times. No date appears on the page, but it appears in the 1911-1914 collection. Any town that had an Opera House and residents who could afford Straw Boaters had to be a thriving community. I wouldn't say that was evident the last time I drove through the village, possibly ten years ago. Anyone know the history of Waterville? Did an earlier version of agribusiness float its economy?
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Post by fiona on Aug 21, 2009 11:14:34 GMT -5
yes. My people came down from Waterville around 1905 after something called "the blue green blight" as well as a horrible fire in one of their milking barns that destroyed all the cattle, drove them into the financial ground. I really don't know a lot about it. No one would ever "talk" about it. Of course you're dealing with the tight lipped Irish. I will post more about it when I am on line again. perhaps others can help me fill in the gaps.
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Post by dgriffin on Aug 27, 2009 23:24:57 GMT -5
Here comes the West Shore ...My first nine years of life were spent on Taylor Ave. between Leah and Square. The West Shore practically came through our back yard. I guess that's why even today I would live right next to a railroad track with no problem. I can remember putting pennies on the track, late winter afternoons when smoke from a steam engine stack would rise up and appear to merge with the purple clouds of a gorgeous sunset. And one night of intermittent blizzards, as I looked out our frosted back window across the back yard to see a brakeman or conductor swinging a red lantern as he walked ahead of the engine, making sure the snow wasn't too deep. I remember flatcars carrying tanks and jeeps along at a slow pace as they were transported across the country after World War II. And the smells! Oil and steam and coal and the creosoted railroad ties. I'll never forget it. If I wind up in heaven, I'm one of the few who knows what the Train to Glory will smell like. Here's the West Shore 0-6-0 Switcher (I think.) These rolled through Cornhill 5 or 6 times each day.
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Post by dgriffin on Aug 28, 2009 9:38:39 GMT -5
From the Clinton Courier, Feb. 28, 1861I came across this article in the Courier and was reminded of an old writing project I'd started in regards to how hospitals operated in the 19th century, both before and after the Civil War, which was turning point in medicine. (Each war usually is so.) I was particularly interested the perception of hospitals by the general population in the utilization of them. Here's an interesting article from 1861 (as the War starts). (Don't for get to double click, or whatever you do with your particular browser, and it's still an eye strain.) www.windsweptpress.com/images/village hospitals.jpg[/img]
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Post by dgriffin on Aug 28, 2009 9:45:18 GMT -5
Maybe this will be a little easier to read.
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Post by dgriffin on Aug 29, 2009 21:58:46 GMT -5
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Post by dgriffin on Aug 29, 2009 22:05:11 GMT -5
Wow!!! They have a Translate feature that OCR's the stuff into text!!!
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Post by dgriffin on Aug 29, 2009 22:15:42 GMT -5
NEAT !!!
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Post by dgriffin on Aug 30, 2009 16:07:31 GMT -5
Here's the list of Public Schools in Utica in 1883.
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Post by dgriffin on Aug 30, 2009 16:10:56 GMT -5
There is a list of churches, of course, but I won't copy everything. OK, one more. Here's the list of private schools in 1883.
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Post by dgriffin on Aug 30, 2009 16:20:46 GMT -5
Above, the entry for "St. John's Select and Free Schools, for girls, under the direction of the Sisters of Charity. Burnet street, near Bleecker." That building, which then fronted on Burnet, next door to the St. John's rectory, was built in the 1830's I think. I began high school there almost three quarters of century later in 1957 when it was by then called Utica Catholic Academy. And of course was co-ed.
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Post by Clipper on Aug 30, 2009 17:50:17 GMT -5
Dave were the Sisters of Charity the nuns with the flying nun headgear that looked like white wings? I was always confused by the different orders of nuns present in the city. I remember seeing nuns dressed in black, brown, blue and the ones that worked at St E's that wore white habits.
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Post by dgriffin on Aug 30, 2009 19:06:36 GMT -5
Yes, the hat is called the Cornet, sometimes spelled cornette. I had to look it up for my story, "Talk To Me." (SHAMELESS PLUG: www.windsweptpress.com/talktome.pdf ) I believe most hospital nuns actually working with patients wear white because dark colors would soon show the mess of hospital work. Same with nurses, of course. For a cursory look at the religious "habit", see: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Religious_habitThere are numerous communities (orders) using the phrase Daughters of Charity and Sisters of Charity in their name. Many wear the cornet. I don't know which order was at St. E's, but I believe the sisters at St's John's (Utica Catholic Academy when I was in high school) and at Our Lady of Lourdes elementary school back then, were what are today called the Daughters of Charity, Emmitsburg (Maryland) Province. And, of course, I haven't seen a Cornet since Sally Fields and The Flying Nun. (Remind me to tell you the story sometime about the older woman novice who lived in a local convent and was called The Flying Nun by the troopers who frequently arrested her for speeding.)
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Post by dgriffin on Oct 17, 2009 9:31:35 GMT -5
From the the January 28, 1884 edition of the New York Times. If you love the newspaper and printing business, you'll enjoy this obit. I came across it while googling for another John B. Wood. query.nytimes.com/mem/archive-free/pdf?res=9F00E0D61538E033A2575BC2A9679C94659FD7CFIn case the query gets lost, Google on this: New York Times EVENTS IN THE METROPOLIS; AN OLD JOURNALIST GONE. DR. JOHN B. WOOD'S LONG CAREER ENDED BY AN ACCIDENTAL DEATH. January 28, 1884, Wednesday Page 8, 1141 words
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