Dear Dick: I believe you may be referring to the Robert Tyler Farm. Salton is carved on a stone in front of the house. Your description of the couple and the timelines match. By the way, the farm is currently for sale. Bob Bishop -----Original Message----- From: Dick Dodge [mailto:rbdodge@sbcglobal.net] Sent: Thursday, July 05, 2007 12:13 PM To: nydelawa@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [NYDELAWA] Scots to NY I am curious to know if we are talking about the same Salton Farm. Unfortunately I've misplaced my file and map, so I have to go by memory. We live in Texas and I visited the farm about 3 or 4 years ago and met the current owner, an elderly gentleman and his wife. He told me that his father had bought the farm about 1912, perhaps you are related somehow. He told me that there was an owner between the Salton's and his father. This would fit as my great-grandfather, George Salton sold the farm before 1907 and moved his family to the "Pines" area of Walton. I don't remember the farm being at the end of a road. My best recollection is that we were on Maggie Hoag Road and there was a long driveway down to the farm house which had a stone fence in front of it. I have pictures of the farm and the gentleman and his wife. Dick Dodge ----- Original Message ----- From: "Harriett Schultz" <hschultz1@stny.rr.com> To: <nydelawa@rootsweb.com> Sent: Wednesday, July 04, 2007 11:18 AM Subject: Re: [NYDELAWA] Scots to NY The farm in Terry Clove referred to here is in my family history. A Salton owned it prior to my grandfather buying it in 1912. It is situate at the end of TAIT HILL RD. I'm not sure but I think the farm at the foot of the hill was also owned by Saltons at one time. Harriett Schultz ----- Original Message ----- From: Dick Dodge To: nydelawa@rootsweb.com Sent: Wednesday, July 04, 2007 10:41 AM Subject: Re: [NYDELAWA] Scots to NY I descend from the Salton (Saltoun) family from Peebles, Scotland. At a Salton reunion held at J Marshal Shaw's, August 19, 1920, Delancey, New York, "The Salton History" was read by Mrs. Agnes Salton Scott. She was also the author. It gives some insight to one family's journey from Scotland to a farm in Terry Clove. "The Salton History" Today I'm going to turn back the wheels of time, and I wish you to go with me to Scotland, the land of song and story, of beauty and romance. The name of Salton was not always spelled as it is today; instead it was Saltoun, pronounced Saltoon. Our ancestors fought in the days of Wallace and Bruce, the "Scottish chiefs." In the Southwestern part of Scotland, situated near the Tweed river is a town called Peebles. In the year of 1782 in a cozy cottage on one of its pleasant streets was born a baby boy. They named him John Salton. Three years later, or in 1785, in the same town, a winsome little lass was born. Her name was Jane Murray. Years speed by, and life is but a span, "From child to boy, from boy to man." In those years the town of Peebles has also been growing. There are many new houses added, one of which the door is open. Let us look within. There stands a man in the very prime of manhood. Have we not seen a resemblance to that face before? Why, yes, it is John Salton, who has more than fulfilled the promise of his boyhood. There is that stately form, noble brow, and dark blue eyes. He has been true to his boyhood's love, for there sits his little playmate, Jane Murray, now his beloved wife and the mother of his eight children, namely: Agnes, David, Jane, Alexander, Christina, Joanna, John, and William. David and Jane were twins. The scene changes. In the year of 1830, on the shores of Scotland is a group of people consisting of John Salton, his wife, their eight children and a step-grandfather, Noble by name. They have put their trust in God. The farewells have been said. We see them going step by step down the gang plank to embark on that great ship bound for America, in order that their children might have free soil to tread upon. No doubt there were tears shed as the hills of Scotland receded from view, for well they knew that in all probability they would never tread her shores again, or see the loved ones left behind. But, had they known of the unseen danger that lurked upon the ocean voyage, I doubt very much if we had been here today, for in mid-ocean the cry of fire was sounded, and you can well imagine what consternation was on that ship when it was learned that there was only a thin, pine partition between the fire and all the ammunition on board. When the alarm of the fire was given, my father being a boy of only eight years of age, was sitting on the floor eating his porridge and milk. That scene was always impressed upon his memory. He said some on board cursed and swore, others were wringing their hands and crying and others were praying. The captain ordered all the old men, women and children down in the cabin, and the younger men were stationed on deck. They tried to subdue the fire by carrying buckets of water across the deck to the place of fire, but the sea was so rough that they could only go a short distance and the water would be spilled over the deck, and it became so slippery that the men could not walk. They tried it again and again, but without avail. Meantime the fire was gaining headway, and it looked very much as if all on board would sleep beneath the waves. But God was on the ocean just the same as on the land, and the means or instrument that He used to put out the fire was our grandfather John Salton. He being a sailor in former years, suggested attaching a rope from the fore to the aft of the vessel, and each man take hold of the rope with the left hand and pass the bucket of water with his right hand to his neighbor. They did so, and by this means the fire was extinguished. After a few weeks, with all safe on board, that gallant ship sailed proudly into New York harbor. The Saltons at first went to Albany. From there to Delhi, Delaware County. I do not know by what means of transportation they arrived at Delhi, possibly by stage. I do know it was not by auto or airship. They lived a short time in Chandler house on Scotch Mountain, Town of Delhi, then came to Hamden. They had means enough to have bought what is know as "the Bagley property" in Delancey, but as they wished to engage in sheep raising as well as farming they traveled over the hill to Terry Clove and bought a large tract of land (from a Mr. Sherwood, I believe) upon which stood a log house. There was hardship as well as pleasure at the Salton home, for at the time the major part of the farm was nearly all primeval forest with the exception of a small clearing around the house, but by hard work they cleared the forest and made a pleasant and permanent home, known in after years as "the old Salton homestead. The new and more modern buildings built by the Saltons have replaced the old log house, and today not a vestige of it is left, neither are there any who bear the name of Salton left in Terry Clove, most of whom have passed to the Great Beyond. Shortly after coming here the Saltons united with a Presbyterian Church. in politics they were Republicans. Jane (Murray) Salton was always small, but like her husband, was full of ambition and energy, and all who came within their doors received a hearty welcome. There are a number of souvenirs in the possession of different branches of the old Salton family, some of which you may look at now. Here is a booklet showing some views of Peebles. I have been told that Peebles was a very pretty place. This view shows the old Tweed bridge which spans the river Tweed, in whose silvery waters the Salton boys (your fathers and mine) caught the salmon trout. Here is a linen stand cloth, woven by hands long since turned to dust. My initials, A. S., are on the same, wrought by whose hand I know not. And here is a silver coin, on the face of which is the portrait of King George III, also the date 1816. This coin belonged to my father. Into Gertrude Salton's had I place it today. And on my finger today I wear my Grandmother Salton's wedding ring. A slender, gold band with a beautiful amethyst stone setting, and, in the years to come whoever wears this ring, may they as well as all the Salton race honor the name of Salton, and revere the memory of the pure and beautiful romance of John Salton and Jane Murray, which began in far away Scotland and lasted till death. John Salton Sr., lived only about ten years after coming to America, and died November 23, 1839, aged 57 years and 8 months. Jane Murray, wife of John Salton, died October 18, 1858, aged 73 years, 2 months and 13 days. They are sleeping side by side in the old Flats Cemetery near Delhi village, and their descendants are scattered throughout the length and breadth of the land-New York, Connecticut, Virginia, West Virginia, Iowa, Nebraska, New Mexico, and California's sunny clime. I never saw either of my grandparents, they being dead before I was born, and the only portrait I have of them is a dim old story that hangs on memory's wall, told to me by my father. 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