> > My line descends from Elizabeth, who married Adam Hershelman. How do you fit into the family?? And, do you have proof of James' parentage? Sandy Hershelman > From: "Al, Lisa, Matt, Michelle, or Luke" <Lbmunsick@email.msn.com> > > Anyone else researching James H. ADAMS? Here is the information I got from > the LDS site: > > James H. ADAMS b Aug 5, 1797 in New York d Dec 6, 1865 in Crawford Co., > PA > > married abt 1819 > > Catharine SCHUSTER b Oct 23, 1805 in PA d Feb 25, 1887 in Hayfield > Crawford Co., PA > > Children: > > Hiram A Adams > Angeline Adams > Candace Adams > William Adams > Sylvester S Adams > Mary A Adams > Eveline Adams > Sophia Adams > Tophan Adams > Samuel Adams > Walter Adams > Eliza Adams > Elizabeth Adams > > Thanks, > Lisa >

A VISIT TO THE CEMETERY: Here are a few tips to make your visit to that old cemetery a pleasant experience. You will be lucky if the cemetery is in a well-kept, suburban area, and is well documented by a local church, funeral director, or county courthouse. Unfortunately this is usually not the case. Be sure to have a good county map and hopefully it will show locations of cemeteries. Marriage, Birth, and Death certificates should be consulted first. These will pinpoint your ancestors in time, as well as provide you with the proper names. The locations listed on these records may assist you in finding the place that they lived and possibly where they died. Church records and obituaries may be your best bet for finding burial sites for your ancestors. Sometimes funeral directors may also be able to provide you with burial information. Deeds and Grants should be checked. The GRANTEE index at the local County Courthouse will be invaluable for determining places of residence as well as Probate records. You may also find a plat map of the cemetery at the County Courthouse or a local historical society. These plats are drawings of the cemetery, much like a floor plan of a house, that indicates not only who is buried in the cemetery, but the exact grave site within the cemetery. When searching for the cemetery that contains the remains of your relatives, remember that most people were buried within 5 miles of their homes. Prior to 1850, particularly in rural areas, many people were buried in small, privately maintained cemeteries, located on the family property or in cemeteries associated with the church of their particular faith. If the cemetery is still maintained, you should contact the caretaker, church secretary or pastor, or other official before you disturb any plantings, dig away dirt or grass from around a head or footstone or attempt to lift fallen stones. Before you go trekking into the woods, you need to be properly prepared for the excursion. Build yourself a "Cemetery Kit" and consider first protecting yourself. You need to wear clothing appropriate for the terrain and weather that you will be facing. Wear protective clothing (jeans or work pants, and a flannel shirt are advisable). It may be hot out, but don't be tempted to try to make your way through heavy overgrowth wearing shorts and a "T" shirt. A wide-brim hat can be a lifesaver on a hot sunny day. Be sure you have good walking shoes or boots and thick socks. Don't wear thongs, sandals or canvas. Make sure you have plenty of drinking water and perhaps some snack foods. You would also be well advised to take enough water to enable you to wash off your arms, legs and face once you return to your car. Use plenty of insect repellant on your shoes, socks, and pants legs and consider treating your skin with repellant. Be sure to bring a small First Aid Kit and possibly a Snake Bite Kit. First Aid Kits for campers will be light and compact and probably available at most department stores or sporting goods stores. Don't forget the sun screen blocker cream or lotion. Beware of poison ivy or poison oak. The other caution is yellow jackets and bees. They are attracted to the sugar in open cans of soda and half eaten fruit. It is especially painful to take a swallow of soda pop and find that a yellow jacket was drinking in the can and is now in your mouth. A few tools will also come in handy. In areas that are particularly wild or overgrown, a machete will just about be a necessity. You will need something to break a trail through dense brush. You also need to take a small set of hand garden tools including a small garden shovel and hand held hoe. The two tools will be needed to clear grass and dirt away from headstones and footstones that may have sunk. And lastly you should take a small pry bar. You will find that some headstones may have fallen over and if lying face down will have to be turned. A pry bar will help you do this. Include a pair of heavy canvas gardening gloves in your kit. Another good idea for the tool kit is a four-foot rod of reinforcing bar (rebar) used for probing for sunken headstones. Assuming that no plat map was available to lead you to the exact site, you will have to walk up and down the row of graves, examining each stone. At cemeteries where woods closely bound the cemetery, be sure to go a bit into the trees in each direction to be sure that you have found all of the grave sites. Look for fences, stone walls, or corner stones that may mark the boundaries of the emetery. You may want to bring some graph paper along to diagram the layout of the area where your ancestors are buried. This will help to remember where the graves were. Be sure to write down any fixed objects that will help locate the grave and the drives and also include compass directions (N, S, E, W). A great way to save your memories of that visit is with a video camera. Take extra batteries and extra video tapes with you. Video taping creates a record of the condition of the tombstones at the time you visited. Some tombstones may not be readable in five or ten years but the video tape will always be there. Why not do a test taping at a local cemetery to develop a technique before you embark on your trip to that distant cemetery. If you don't have a video camera, take along your tape recorder and a couple of cameras instead. A tip for photographers is to bring a roll of aluminum foil with you and set it up to reflect the sunlight onto or away from a poorly lit stone - or better yet - use a large mirror. Take along lots of film and have one of the cameras loaded with black and white film. Take pictures with both cameras in case one doesn't come out. Hopefully one of them will have a long cable realease or take along a friend to help you. A tripod would be most helpful. Once you set up your camera and focus as best you can, use the mirror to reflect light onto the stone and take your pictures from different angles with the the mirror placed in different locations. You should definitely make a written record of what is inscribed on the headstone and the footstone if there is one as photographs will often fail to pickup all of the inscriptions on the stone. Whether you take photographs, rubbings, or both, you may need to clean the stone first. You can try a block of Styrofoam to clean off some of the lichen and soil. If will not damage the stone and it leaves a certain amount in the grooves making the stone easier to read. You should not scrub away all of the lichen as lichen will actually help to protect the stone. When cleaning a stone, remember that you must not cause any more damage than is already there. Most accumulated dirt and debris can be removed with a brush. Select a brush that is soft enough to not damage the stone but strong enough to remove clods of dirt. Or use your garden tools to remove grass and dirt from the base of the stone until all of the inscription is revealed. Don't dig farther than necessary as you don't want to cause the stone to topple over. You may need to use some water with a solution of GENTLE soap to get dirt out of the inscriptions. Inverted carvings can be made to stand out better by filling them with shaving cream - although there is some controversy about this method and some say it may cause damage to the stone. If you use it, remove excess cream before you leave. Another method - place a soaking wet lightweight piece of white cloth flat on the stone - "ironing" it with the fingers. The words will show up, especially if incised. It is also safe to use chalk or mud. Rubbings are perhaps the most popular way to record headstones. There are many techniques for making rubbings and many materials that can be used. Make some trips to a local cemetery and practice making rubbings using different materials and techniques until you are happy with your results before you make a potentially expensive trip to a remote cemetery. Take something to sit on, especially if there are chiggers around, or use a small stool if your knees are stiff. Many types of paper can be used to take the rubbing on, including newsprint, tracing paper, architects paper, shelf paper, or pellon. You can purchase pellon at just about any fabric or craft shop and other papers will be available at most art supply stores. You are going to need some medium to transfer the rubbing. There are many things you can use; crayon, graphite, charcoal and boot wax are a few of the choices. Bootwax on the pellon makes an attractive rubbing, and graphite or charcoal on newsprint is another good selection. You can get boot wax at most shoe repair shops and sticks of charcoal and graphite are available at art supply stores. Graphite sticks are often available in several colors and other drawing sticks are also available. You will need some tape to hold the paper in place on the stone while you make the rubbing. Freezer or masking tape doesn't leave a lot of residue when you remove it from the stone and it will also stick to a damp stone. Cut a piece of your material (paper or pellon, etc.) approximately the same size as the stone and secure it tightly across the surface of the stone using the tape. Begin rubbing at the upper left corner of the stone and work across and down. Rub in a diagonal direction as rubbing straight up and down or side to side will tend to stretch the paper and cause it to tear or make a distorted image. Whatever you have chosen to make the rubbing with, use a broad side or edge (several inches long) to rub with. You do not need to rub hard but rubbing too gently will cause you to lose the detail. Be sure that you are happy with your results before you remove the paper and that all lettering is legible. Once you remove the paper don't try to replace it in the same location. When you are done with the rubbing remove it carefully from the stone, and lay it flat. Remove all tape and residue from the stone. You should now "fix" the rubbing. If you are using charcoal, or graphite the image can be easily fixed with either hair spray or a commercial fixative available at the art supply store. Other mediums may need the commercial fixative or some other special treatment. When spraying the fixative do not spray it on the stone. Use a gentle side to side sweeping motion, and do not apply it too heavily. The fixative will usually cause your rubbing to darken. Follow the instructions on the bottle or can. I store my rubbings in tubes such as from wrapping paper. They are particularly good for this but you can buy mailing tubes commercially if you like. Cemetery rubbings are fun to do. They can be mounted or framed and make an interesting conversation piece. The rubbings can be stapled to a couple of dowels or matted and framed. They are particularly interesting if you use more than one color in your rubbing. For the rest of this article, visit my This and That Genealogy Tips web page, url in my signature below and take the link to Cemetery. Shirley Hornbeck - hornbeck@s-hornbeck.com My Home Page: <http://www.s-hornbeck.com/home.htm> HORNBECK SURNAME RESOURCE CENTER: <http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~hornbeck/hsrc/home.htm> THIS & THAT GENEALOGY TIPS: <http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~hornbeck> -- Barbara Farthing Bonham Summerville SC Nodine Nostalgia http://www.tfsweb.net The Family Snitch's Web http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~bfbonham Crawford County, PA Genealogy http://genealogy.toolcity.net

Information from Second Souvenirs, by Francis C. Waid, 1890, pp. 257-293 Extracts from his diary 1889 On Christmas morning I wrote till nearly 11 o'clock, when, remembering my invitation to Miss Jennie Hamilton's eighteenth birth-day party in Mead Township, I proceeded thither with a happy heart, for I love the company of both young and old, having found myself much profited by associating with people of all ages, from the child to the oldest person I ever met. The day was warm and lovely, and so spring-like that insects of many kinds--bees, moths, flies, etc., were out disporting in the sun. Indeed, we have had but little snow, and scarcely any cold weather; an open winter so far, and farmers plowing, something unusual here at this time of the year. Well, Jennie Hamilton's party went off very pleasantly, all seeming to enjoy themselves heartily, none more so than myself, who also found pleasure in meeting my neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, who formerly lived near by on his farm, close to the State Road Church. After presenting Jennie and two other members of the family with photographs of myself and wife, I bethought me that it would be a pleasing compliment in the near future to present to Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, their children and others present with copies of my second SOUVENIR. Christmas Day, though an active, busy one, brought real happiness to me, and I would, if possible, send out some of its fruit to enrich others--study, think and plan how to bless the greatest number, and do the most good with the means within my reach. WANT OR WILL. I have occupied part of this Christmas Day in writing out in forms, as best I could, my bequest to my wife and children. This wish of mine is not born of to-day, though I am only now writing it out. Whilst, under a kind and merciful Heavenly Father I have been permitted to enjoy health, share the companionship of a good wife and possess a comfortable home, I am not unmindful of my children. I respect and appreciate the scripture command that parents should "lay up for their children," and give them their rights whenever they think the proper time has come to do so. As my parents' home afforded so muck comfort and real happiness, and, as I know the value of such, I have always not only wished to have one of my own, but also that each of my children should be equally well provided; yet not to be so generous as to rob myself of a home, but, if possible, make one for each of us, which could be done by a united effort on the part of both parents and children. And the reason why I make known this request is--life is uncertain. I do not propose to here write out my entire will, but I want to make known (and there can be no harm in having it appear in the SOUVENIR, where it may be read by my kindred and friends) this part of it, as my wife and my children already understand it. My desire is to do right by my children as well as by every one else, and I have my own peculiar way in accomplishing the work. Parents are not all alike, neither are children. I believe no one can understand children better than the parents who have had the best opportunity of knowing what is best in the end for them. My own experience: In my youth and manhood I have seen times when my love for my parents seemed to abate, at least for a while, and I. thought, for the time, that they did not care for me, or my welfare. But I have since learned to know better and become convinced that I was mistaken. My parents loved me from the day of my birth till the last hour of their lives. I have proof of that, so I love my children. My love as well as my efforts in their behalf are unceasing, and the problem for study and to solve is how, by the help of the Lord, I may best help them that they may continue to help themselves. I will not say that parents are always right, but I think a child who will not hearken to the advice of parents is not wise, and too often wrongs himself. As the years have gone by, and the boys have helped do the farming, there has been an object in view beyond mere renting, sharing the crops and living on the farm; and this object has been to have each of my children improve and keep up his farm, with the view eventually to become its owner. Therefore my desire is that each of my sons, Franklin I. Waid, Guinnip P. Waid and Fred F. Waid, shall have a farm of 100 acres or more, and share alike or equally in the value of the three hundred acres of land they now occupy. Also my desire is that Anna E. Waid, my beloved wife, shall have $3,000 to possess and use as her own funds, aided or assisted by myself in its use during the natural term of my life. I wish her to have the interest or income derived from said sum to be used as she pleases, but hope that the principal may be kept for her future benefit. My children know about my business affairs, that I usually keep out of debt, and am owing but little at present, and that my purpose is to pay as I go. It is said "the better the day, the better the deed," and I have chosen this beautiful, bright and hallowed Christmas Day whereon to write this article. No better day in all the calendar could I have selected on which to proclaim my purpose of encouraging those immediately interested, and in the fulfillment of my request I pray that I may have the cooperation of TRUTH, HONOR and PRINCIPLE. December 31--The last day of another year nearer Eternity! Who shall say what the next year may bring forth, or who of us shall live to see its dying hour? There are many to whom death has no terrors, and "our piety must be weak and imperfect if it do not conquer our fear of death." Last Saturday (December 28) after attending to business in Meadville, I stayed over night with my relative, with whom and with other friends in the city I remained until Monday evening following. On Sunday forenoon, as I was walking up South Main Street, I stepped into St. Agatha's Church (Catholic), and in the afternoon I attended the Y. M. C. A. meeting, where I was kindly received, and at the close of the services asked to address the audience by Mr. Warner, the gentleman who conducted the afternoon devotions. I will endeavor to give the reader in brief, though substantially, what I said on the occasion; I was glad to be present to enjoy the company of young men, and I spoke to them somewhat in the following language: "One step nearer home or heaven. Go where we will or where we may, we find some friend to greet us on our way. The goodness of the Lord to me all my life, and especially since my conversion in 1851, has been great. How wonderfully His goodness and mercy have been continued to me!" Many more things I gave expression to, and at the close of my remarks I was kindly thanked by the presiding officer. In the evening I attended the Methodist Episcopal Church, where I heard Dr. C. E. Hall, whom I have loved ever since I first met him at my aunt Eliza Phillips' funeral. His text for this evening, the last Sabbath in the year 1889, was from Heb. viii: 13; Now that which decayeth and waxeth old is ready to vanish away. He gave a review of the past year, and urged an examining of ourselves. Truly Time is more valuable than Gold! How good it was for me to be there listening to the words of encouragement that fell from the lips of that warm-hearted Christian messenger of God! At the close of the services my heart was made even more glad when Brother Hall shook hands with me, saying: "Brother Waid, you helped me;" my brief reply to which was: "I appreciate your help." I gave but little, a sort of widow's mite, yet, 0 how much I received! I have no doubt the Lord abundantly blessed us both; superfluous, then, to help each other. On the following day, Monday, I sent two of my friends, one a neighbor, the other a relative, each a receipt for a year's subscription to the Tribune, Weekly Republican, as a Christmas or New Year's gift. Also sent two relatives in Jamestown, N. Y., each the Pennsylvania Farmer. At 2 P. M., same day, I attended the funeral of David Compton, the services being held at the Second Presbyterian Church. He was born in 1810, and was a member of that church over fifty years. He lived near Meadville, and I had known him nearly forty years, being regarded by me as my father's and my own friend. This concludes the extracts. The rest of the book contains letters written to and from Francis, writings on issues in life, autobiographies, and trips made. I plan to include the autobiographies of those not in the Waid family - C R Slocum and G W Cutshall. Sandi Schroeder has already posted the trips information to the list. If you did not receive it, and desire it reposted, let me know. David

Information from Second Souvenirs, by Francis C. Waid, 1890, pp. 257-293 Extracts from his diary 1889 Sabbath, December 15, 1889--Yesterday afternoon my youngest son and I drove to Meadville, where I had business, and here I learned that Bishop J. H. Vincent, LL.D., would preach at the First Methodist Episcopal Church on the following forenoon. Being desirous of hearing this reverend divine, I remained over night at Meadville, the guest by invitation of my kind friend, Mr. S. C. Derby, between whom and myself acquaintance and friendship have long existed, and I may add that this is not the first time I have been made welcome at his quiet home. To-day (Sunday) he accompanied me to church, to listen to Dr. Vincent (after attending Sabbath-school), and shortly after taking our seats in the church, near the center of the audience room, the Bishop and Dr. T. L. Flood entered the sanctuary. The latter gentleman, after sitting down, recognized me and approaching to where we were sitting he shook hands with us, and invited us to seats nearer the pulpit, for which we thanked him with the remark that where we were was "good enough." Bishop Vincent took for his text part of the 20th verse of the Epistle of St. Jude: But ye beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy faith. I was greatly helped in my Christian life, and appreciated the Church in the sense set forth--the school for an eternal Heaven, the Christian's imperishable home. On coming out of church Bishop Vincent and Mr. Flood overtook Mr. Derby and myself, to the former of whom we were introduced. Honored again, thought I. My dear reader, I tell you that my regret to-day is that I did not begin in childhood, to regard and have faith in the Bible ami serve the Lord, instead of in youth; and I have resolved this day to be a better man, through having additional light thrown on my pathway. At 4: P. M. I again heard Bishop Vincent, this time in the Second Presbyterian Church, where he delivered an address on the subject: Mind your own business. To the lecturer, and perhaps to some of his hearers, may have mentally occurred the pungent saying of Savile in effect that "the man who can not mind his own business is not to be trusted with that of the nation." In the evening, at the First Methodist Episcopal Church, we, for the third time to-day, were privileged to listen to the teachings of the learned Bishop, his text on this occasion being from Psalm cxix: 96: But thy commandment is exceeding broad. This Sabbath was truly a profitable day to me. I had heard Bishop Vincent at Ottawa, Kas., and several times at Chautauqua, N. Y., but I have to thank my friend, Dr. T. L. Flood, for personal acquaintance, by introduction. In fact, I realized, that until then, whilst I had known Bishop Vincent, he had not known me. I believe one of my native characteristics (a commendable one, I trust) is being somewhat reserved in my manner, perhaps too much so for my own good at times, without being indifferent or exclusive, however. I do not forget, nor am I likely to, that for one to keep in his proper place is to "mind his own business." >From the first time I heard Bishop Vincent I had a desire to become acquainted with him, and at Chautauqua, during the Assembly, I had an opportunity to speak to him; but here my natural reserve stood in the way. In passing me he saluted me with "good morning," to which I simply bowed assent and passed on. The opportunity I had been wishing for was lost, and I soon thereafter wished I had spoken to him and introduced myself, so that I could let him know how much I appreciated his preaching, and loved and respected him as a good man--one who had helped to build me up in the faith and lead me into the way of doing good work in the Gospel. In regard to Dr. T. L. Flood I will briefly say that I became acquainted with him at Jamestown, N. Y., where my wife and I heard him preach at the Methodist Episcopal Church in 1874, since when our acquaintance has ripened, I believe, into true Christian friendship. During his pastorate at Jamestown and Meadville, as well as on other occasions, we occasionally had the pleasure of hearing his sermons and discourses. Christianity and true friendship are both productive of good, and in true friendship there are some very bright, happy days. Of this I will give the reader some poof in my own experience. On December 16, 1888, the Forest Grove Methodist Church (Crawford County, Penn.) was dedicated, and after the ceremony my cousin and I, in company with Dr. Flood and others, had the pleasure of taking dinner at the house of my friend, A. J. Owen. That to me was a delightful interview, and another day's march nearer my heavenly home. Surely, I thought, the path of duty is the path of safety, and the pathway of the just shineth more and more till the perfect day. Here let me quote three lines of what the poet, Matthew Prior, says about duty: "The sum of duty let two words contain; O may they graven in my heart remain: Be humble and be just." With the reader's permission I will relate yet another incident that cast a ray of sunshine on my life's pathway, which I will give substantially as I wrote it in my diary at the time. February l6, 1889--To-day, while engaged in business affairs in Meadville, I was walking up Chestnut Street on the west side, and when near the Corinthian Block I met Dr. T. L. Flood and Dr. W. G. Williams (president of Allegheny College), the former of whom exclaimed: "How do you do, Brother Waid?" After a hearty shaking of hands, Dr. William's wife (who had come out of a store) joined her husband, and to her I was, at once introduced, to me both a pleasure and honor. There could be no better time, thought I, to introduce the question of the Soldiers' Monument than now. However, the president spoke of his college, and so I told him that I had been a student there in the spring of 1852. Dr. Flood then said to me: "Donate $100 toward the Soldiers' Monument fund," to which my reply was: "Why not?" Yes, why not? I had been wanting to do something in this way from the time the project had been set on foot, especially since the Pioneer Monument had been erected. My love of country still lives, and my patriotism, my respect for the honored dead, seek utterance in this way. I love the Lord first; next to Him I love my country, and my contribution (as promised to Dr. Flood) of $100 toward the Soldiers' Monument fund, I trust will be accepted as a proof of the sincerity of my declaration." December 16, 1889--To-day I renewed my subscription to our country papers, and I mention it not as of any consequence, but because I wish it as a rider to make known my appreciation of and love toward the printer. I have always loved the reading of newspapers, and I have profited much by the information disseminated by the public press. I say, patronize the printer, and settle with him for your paper, once a year. At page 48 I have given a list of the newspapers and magazines I am at present taking. When first starting out in life, I remember we began taking our county paper which has been continued ever since, the number being considerably increased, and what affords me gratification is--they have all been paid for as well as read (to some extent). So much do I prize the newspaper, that I have frequently sent some one or other of our county papers as a present to a friend. I think it a good, useful present, one sure to be appreciated, and when renewing my subscriptions to-day I remembered five relatives residing in as many different States, by ordering sent to them a county paper that will visit each one fifty-two times a year. Then leaving $20 in the hands of an editor, to be applied to our church finances, I returned home with a glad heart. December 21, 1889--On this (Saturday) evening I went from Meadville to Saegerstown, also in Crawford County, where I had the pleasure of stopping with my friend, George Floyd, and on the following Sabbath forenoon of accompanying him to the Methodist Episcopal Church, where we heard a good sermon by the pastor, Rev. J. A. Parsons. In the afternoon my friend and I drove to Blooming Valley (some six miles distant), which is also one of Mr. Parsons' appointments, and here we again heard him proclaiming the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ. I then returned home to remain till after Christmas. HOW AND WHERE I SPENT CHRISTMAS, 1889. I was about to have headed this article "Christmas at Home," and would have done so had my wife been here to enjoy it with me; but she is still at home with her parents, whither I expect to return soon after the holidays, should my business then permit. In our spare hours and leisure moments we have thoughts and thoughts, but the most active of them usually come to us in our busiest moments, when we are employed. And here I am to-day, thinking of WIFE, HOME, BUSINESS and CHRISTMAS. Christmas--A year ago I spent a very pleasant Christmas in company with my brother, George N., among relatives at Athens, Penn., as related on pages 91 and 92. Of late years I have frequently been absent from home during holidays, so, when I do spend a day such as this at home, I am naturally anxious to make the most of it, and turn it to best account. There were two Christmas tree entertainments held in Blooming Valley--two, at least, in which I was interested--one given by the Advent Church Sunday-school, and the other by the Methodist Episcopal Church Sunday-school, former of which came off on Christmas Eve, and latter on the evening of Christmas Day. I am glad these pleasing entertainments came off separately, for it gave me an opportunity to attend both. The programs were very interesting, and Santa Claus was as usual generous and good to the children. The large arched or twin Christmas tree at Advent Church was lit up and loaded with hundreds of gifts for both children and parents. It looked beautiful, and was attractive to even "children of an older growth." At the other church the innumerable Christmas presents were hung up in a sort of house, which when opened up displayed a truly splendid sight delighting the eyes of all present, and some one near me I heard exclaim: "Oh how grand! Isn't that beautiful?" And what added so much to the pleasure and enjoyment of the occasion was the music by the choir and the Blooming Valley Band, still in its infancy, having been but recently organized. A vote of thanks was given this band at the close of the entertainment; and after they had left the building, I said to some of those present: "Can we not show our appreciation for the band in another way? This thanking people is all right, but it is too cheap. This is a day of gifts, and there is pleasure in giving. If the audience will raise $5, I will make the sum $10." No sooner said than done, and the money was paid over. Then, to the Methodist Episcopal Church Sunday-school I made another offer. I said that if the scholars would give $5 for the missionary cause this year, I would add another $5. I then addressed myself to the president of the Sunday-school, telling him to raise the amount by collection, or if he thought better to get his scholars to earn their money in some way, and I would put $5 into his or the secretary's hands, which money he could lend to the scholars in sums of five, ten, fifteen or twenty cents, and if any of them were farmers they could raise potatoes, corn, beans or any other product such as chickens; or they might speculate, make an investment, and so earn something for the cause of missions. More to follow, David

Information from Second Souvenirs, by Francis C. Waid, 1890, pp. 257-293 Extracts from his diary 1889 November 16, 1889--I have returned home (Blooming Valley, Penn.) from the funeral of Addie Stull, who died on the 14th inst., in her twenty-first year. There was a large attendance, part of the services being held in the Methodist Episcopal Church. Indeed, Blooming Valley is noted for the large number it turns out on funeral occasions. At the close of the portion of the services held in the cemetery, Again I look'd on that dear spot Where kindred sleep, but not forgot; Eliza, dearest of them, thy grave I see, And with loving heart I still think of thee. F. C. W. Leaving the cemetery, in company with my cousin, Ralph Roudebush, I took dinner with him, and received from him information in regard to the School Record [see page 19], and of some who lately died. Among the latter was Mary Cowen (wife of Daniel Cowen), who died October 19, 1885, aged eighty-five years. I have a recollection of visiting her, with my wife, one evening shortly before her death. She was much pleased to see Eliza and hear her tell of her sister Jane, who had lived with them a long time, doing house work; and of the time when, Jane being sick, Eliza took her place, but, becoming homesick, cried to go home! It was pleasing to hear Mrs. Cowen tell of this little incident, of days long since gone by, and of her friends and kindred and family. Pointing toward the cemetery she said: "Soon I will rest there with my family." This was our last meeting. Mrs. Cowen loved the girls, and they appreciated her kindness. She died at the home of Mr. Stull, in Blooming Valley, who has to-day (November 16, 1889) buried his beloved daughter. I have sympathy and love, and my prayer is: "Oh Lord, bless the family and young people in this community." Minta Thompson died October 10, 1889. November 18--Nine years-ago, to-day, occurred the memorable meeting, on the train, between myself and Anna E. Tyler, now Mrs. Francis C. Waid, to whom I have written a letter to-day. November 20, 1889--At 8 on the evening of this day took place, at the residence of their parents in Blooming Valley, the wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Odell's two daughters, "a double wedding," the one daughter, Mode, being married to Mr. John Tarr, and the other, Dessa, to Mr. Ed Beatry. This interesting event brought pleasure to the many present, especially to myself, and my only regret was that my wife was not present to enjoy her share in the festivities. My life-long acquaintance with Mr. Odell's family, and knowing both Mr. Tarr and Mr. Beatry, all combine to strengthen my interest in the present and future welfare of the young couples, which, together with the pressing special invitation I received from Mr. and Mrs. Odell, was sufficient for me to be present at the wedding, even if unaccompanied by my wife. This lasting principle, "to do good" (as I may have the opportunity) seems to be a demand in my nature which I find nothing better than to obey. As I said in my speech that evening, I was present not only because of being invited, but because I wished to be there for the same reasons the other guests had, and I wanted to help start out the young people who had just entered a new state of life, as I had been twice married, and had given three sons in marriage. I found nothing more useful to myself and wife on entering on the journey of married life than the Bible which my parents had previously given me. Now this Bible has a history, simple yet suggestive. Being none too well bound originally, and being read daily and much handled, it naturally wore out in course of time, and had to be taken to the binder, which was done in 1876. Even this time it was none too well "fixed up," so I once more found it necessary to have the good old book placed for repairs, and accordingly on November 23, 1889, I took it to the Tribune printing office bindery in Meadville to have it rebound. "My advice to you, my newly-married young friends," continued I in my speech, "is to take the Bible as your pilot on the voyage of life, for I have found it profit me much. I do not know of anything that you could take with you that would be of more use or benefit in increasing your happiness, in making life a success, and in ultimately bringing you safely into heaven. These two photographs, one of Eliza and myself, and the other of Anna and myself, are but tokens of our friendship; but here are two family Bibles from your sincere friend and well-wisher, Francis C. Waid, containing within their boards what is beyond earthly value, if rightly understood. And although I am aware that Mr. and Mrs. Odell, the thoughtful parents of your two brides, have already given you a Bible each, yet remember this is a double wedding, and as a consequence you require two more Bibles, so each of you will be, in that important respect, fully equipped for married life. My friends, I will now close my brief remarks with the citation of two of the truths: " Do not die a poor man with Heavenly treasures within your reach." " The Bible is the mine, you are the miners." November 26, 1889--I have before me both the first and last letters Anna, my wife, wrote to me, the first being dated Norwood, Kas., February 6, 1881, nearly eight years before we were married, and addressed to George W. Cutshall, Francis C. Waid and George N. Waid, a copy of which, in part, I here give: Kind Friends: We have not forgotten the promise we made you in the Union Pacific Transfer Depot at Council Bluffs, November 18, 1880, to write you as soon as we were located in a home of our own, and as we now have a farm, I thought it time our promise was kept, so on this dark, rainy night, I find myself penning a few lines to you about our new home, etc. We did not reach Topeka, Kas., until 2 o'clock, Friday afternoon, November 19, very tired and worn out for want of sleep. We at first boarded at a hotel for a week, and then went to housekeeping. The men folks went out into the country nearly every day, and they thought there was some very nice land, splendid farms--but they ask more for land here than they do in Illinois where we came from; so we concluded to move farther south for a home, which we found in Franklin County, same State, one mile and a half west of Norwood, six miles north of Ottawa, and fifty-six from Kansas City. We have 240 acres, all fenced with hedge and wire, forty acres of timber, a stream of water running through. The barn is just comfortable, and will accommodate six span of horses. There is also a large ice-house nicely painted. In the front yard there are growing apple, peach, cherry, pear and quince trees and a lot of nice ever greens. The house which was built six years ago, at a cost of $5,000, fronts the south, and the road runs past it from east to west. * * * Among many other conveniences there is a cistern that will hold 500 barrels of water, with one pump out-doors and one in the kitchen. The amount paid by us for the property was $6,000. It is an excellent place for raising cattle, of which we have at present forty-four head. I have not been homesick one minute since I came to Kansas, for I have realized more in the climate and beauties of the country than I had anticipated. The thermometer has stood above zero most of the time this winter, and the coldest weather we have had was a short time after Christmas, where for two or three days the thermometer indicated twelve degrees below zero. Between Christmas and New Year we had one inch of snow, and that is the most we have had this winter, as yet, so we have not had any sleigh-rides. When we left Topeka we sent our goods by rail, and came ourselves across the country so as one might see it. We started January 5, enjoying a splendid ride of fifty miles, and saw some beautiful country. It was not at all cold when we arrived here. We have those pictures you gave us of yourselves, which frequently reminded us of our pleasant traveling companions, and we often wonder if you had a pleasant trip to Nebraska, and if you reached home safely. If you think my poor letter worthy of answer, we would be happy to hear from you. Any questions you may wish to ask about the country out here, I will try to answer. Father and mother send their kind regards to you all. I remain as ever a friend. Miss ANNA TYLER. This letter was read with great pleasure by the three individuals to whom it was addressed, and was listened to with no less interest by other friends, all seeming to derive not only instruction but also real happiness and enjoyment, and none took more pleasure in perusing Anna Tyler's letter than my wife Eliza. She loved the family, and often expressed a wish to visit them, but the opportunity never came. And the result was that neither friend nor writer saw the Tyler family until Mr. Cutshall and I met them at their home in Kansas, October 10, 1888. The other letter referred to as coming from my wife, Anna, and dated November 19, 1889, commences thus: "My dear husband," &c. Both of these letters are very dear to me, and I have given the first one a place in my SOUVENIR on account of its most instructive and interesting qualities. December 12, 1889--A beautiful day for the season of the year, and a radiant one for the work of doing something in the Lord's name. This "something" might by a good few be considered unimportant or trifling, but we are taught by the Master that the smallest act done in His name, is as pleasing to Him as one of great magnitude. And yet it was a labor of no small importance, the shingling of the driving shed at Advent Church; for it is a building 112 feet long, by 20 wide, divided into fourteen stalls or apartments, each one of which is twenty feet long, by eight feet wide, the entire work requiring 20,000 hemlock shingles. The consummation of this noble enterprise has been one which the church has been in much need of ever since it was built in 1854, this providing a covered place for the convenience and protection from storm of animals and vehicles driven to the church, or used on funeral occasions. I had the pleasure of being present, helping in the noble work, and to me fell the honor of laying the last shingle and driving the last nail, which was about four o'clock in the afternoon. My happiness was indeed great, not simply in being privileged to subscribe $50 toward the good work, but in being enabled to give my physical assistance as well as moral. Indeed, words fail me in endeavoring to express the pleasure and real happiness I found in the work of that day. In the morning it became a question with me whether I should go to Meadville or Blooming Valley, as I had business to be attended to in each place. We always need counsel, and David has given the best: Commit thy ways unto the Lord. I thought out my ways under the circumstances as best I could, which resulted in my going to Blooming Valley with the school children. Youth and sunshine are much alike in cheerfulness, and I was favored with both on my way to the valley. The pleasures of the day to me increased, as I pursued my several business duties an hour or two before returning to help shingle the church shed. While waiting for a brief space at Blooming Valley to see a friend, I called on my uncle, Horace F. Waid, and had the pleasure of reading a letter from another uncle, Gilbert Waid, of Michigan, dated Ann Arbor, December 10, 1889. I hope yet to have an opportunity to visit my relatives in Michigan. While Uncle Gilbert writes of his poor health and general condition at present, he expresses a wish to return some time to Crawford County, Penn., to once more see his old time friends. Only two of my father's brothers are now living: Andrew G. and Horace F., and two sisters, Mrs. Mary Ann Simmons and Phebe Goodwill. When I reached the church shed I found quite a number at work, and in the early afternoon about thirty more joined the "bee." Later on, the work becoming scarce for so many hands (although there was other work to do besides shingling), a large number left before it was finished. In this connection, and before laying down my pen, 1 would like to place a few facts on record concerning the old school-house in the valley, and Advent Church. The former was built in 1851, and the latter in 1854, not a great distance apart, on the north side of Main Street, on the side hill. They present a good appearance since trees were planted and sheds built, and are both still in use, the old school-house as a dwelling. The church building has been repaired, and looks very well, yet there is still a desideratum, and it is this: The audience room was made the full size of the building, hence there is no vestibule or hall, a want much felt, and a something necessary to all churches, or even School-houses. I am sure the good people of Blooming Valley, those immediately interested, if properly supported (as I have no doubt they would be) would take the matter under their serious consideration, and have the much needed addition to the church made. And why not have what should be on every village church--a belfry and bell? For a long time I have been anxious to see the Advent Church property improved, and have even expressed a willingness to subscribe $100 if the church authorities would make the improvements I have just suggested. However, we have at last substantially shingled the driving shed; and who will say what may be the next good work for the benefit of Advent Church and its congregation? He that watereth shall be watered. In doing right the Lord blesses us, but we should bear in mind that "Works adjourned have many stays; Long demurs breed new delays." More to follow, David

Information from Second Souvenirs, by Francis C. Waid, 1890, pp. 257-293 Extracts from his diary 1889 Tuesday November 5, 1889--Election day, at home and abroad. I write this in St. Louis, where I wish I could spend a day or so, as the city is very interesting to me. On our way I noticed a marked improvement in the crops since last I saw them, especially in the wheat; indeed I was surprised at the marked advance made. We pass through Carlyle and Salem, Ill., Vincennes and North Vernon, Ind., and finally reach Cincinnati in the evening of November 5, and on the following day I found myself once more "on my native heath," where I received a most pleasant and happy greeting from kindred and friends. I had been absent only four weeks, and yet the many changes that had taken place in a measure startled me, when I came to hear of them. Births, marriages, deaths and loss of property by fire or otherwise, all these militate to bring about the changes and chances of this mortal life: "Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou, who changest not, abide with me." In speaking of destruction of property by fire, I here more especially refer to the burning of G. W. Cutshall's old farm-house in Randolph Township, Crawford County, which was totally consumed by fire on Wednesday, October 30, 1889. The homes of our fathers, the dwelling places or abodes of men, our own homes, all pass away. If they do not disappear by fire or earthquake, or are swept away by floods or cyclones, they return to earth with time, and pass away. Men often leave their homes, but their homes sometimes leave them. We are here together on earth but a little while at longest, yet our homes, our houses, our abodes, the places where we live have great attractions for us, and this farm-house on my brother-in-law's farm is one long to be remembered. Many families have lived in it in its day including G. W. Cutshall's father, George Cutshall and others. But I am not disposed to give in detail here the names of all who have lived here; nor at present could I, even if I so wished. But I do want to say a little of the proverbial hospitality that was ever found at this old farm-house. The generosity of the men and women who have inhabited it is well known, not only in this community, but also throughout the whole county, and even beyond its limits. Here the hungry have been fed, here the weary have found rest, and here many have been encouraged and strengthened in the battle of life; in which connection I take a pardonable pride in saying that Mrs. Jane Cutshall is sister to Eliza, my first wife. A man's heart deviseth his way, and the Lord directeth his steps. To-day, November 8, I walked over to Mr. Cutshall's to pour out my sympathy with him and his family in their trouble. We know our friends in prosperity, but we appreciate them in adversity, when misfortune comes, and we can then counsel, and speak comfort to their grief. The old house that was burnt was built in 1853, thirty-six years ago, and it was fortunate for Mr. Cutshall and his family that his spring house, which was built later, and is commodious and conveniently located near the old one, has escaped the fire untouched. It is a two-story slate-roofed building 16x20, and is now their dwelling. A true friend loveth at all times; and I do not forget the occasion of my sister-in-law's (Matilda Jane Cutshall) birthday party, September 12, 1889, which Anna and I attended. I gave her (Mrs. Cutshall), at that time, our photographs with the promise that some time in the future I would remember her with some token of our esteem. I have been waiting for an opportunity all along, and now it has in an unexpected manner arrived. I believe in gifts, but always in bestowing them when and where they will do the most good. We should study how, what, when and where to give, as well as to whom, if we would fulfill the Divine law, and have our gifts appreciated by the receiver. Imagine, if you can, my dear reader, the pleasure that came to each of us when I wrote out and handed Matilda Jane Cutshall my check for $100. Of course I had talked this over with husband and wife, and a full understanding was arrived at between us. I have had the pleasure of being with the family over night, and they tell me it is like beginning the world again, so many things were destroyed; indeed only those who have experienced being "burnt out," can appreciate the condition of things. Our real friends come to comfort us in the darkest hours of life. I know what that is, and if I should be asked why I am at Mr. Cutshall's place to-day, I could give no better reason than this--It is the Lord's will. Then, let me add, the greatest loss on earth is husband or wife by death; and he who pens these lines wishes to tell you, dear reader, that at the close of the services on the occasion of the funeral of my beloved wife, Eliza, at Blooming Valley Cemetery, on July 5, 1888, when I turned from the grave and left behind me all that was dear to me on earth, George and Matilda Jane Cutshall, with other friends and relatives, accompanied me to my desolate home, and stayed with me overnight. I never shall forget it. Is not that sufficient reason why I am here to-night? I am also well rewarded by meeting Mr. T. Davis, a friend, who lives near Waterford, Erie Co., Penn., and who, with his wife, was present at Mr. Cutshall's fiftieth birthday party [It will be seven years ago December 31, 1889]. Mrs. Davis has died since that time. Mr. Davis told me about Matthew Smith's family, of whom I was much pleased to hear, as I was well acquainted with them, having boarded with them when C. R. Slocum, and E. T. Wheeler and myself attended school at Waterford Academy. There were five children in the family--three daughters, Elizabeth, Jane and Katie, and two sons, Wilson and Hunter. The children are all living, but the parents are deceased. November 11, 1889--I sit down to write a few more lines about my Third Trip to Kansas, but I have just about commenced the pleasant duty when along comes our assessor, with whom I have to do business. He leaves a notice of assessment including money out at interest, $40,000; total in Woodcock Township, Crawford Co., Penn., $45,880. In this life we have something to do. If we have nothing we want to get something; then when we get it we have something to do to take care of it. It is all right to double our talents, and serve the Lord with whatever he may give us. I may sometimes forget; but whatever I may do I always wish to remember the Lord. You know what is written in the Bible: Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth. Oh, how good that was for me; but it is better now. The Lord has taught me much since. I verily believe his word: Behold the righteous are rewarded in the earth much more than the wicked and the sinner. But in referring back briefly to "My Third Trip to Kansas," I will put a few thoughts connected therewith in writing. The lips of the wise feed many, but fools die for want of wisdom. How much my heart seeketh after this true wisdom! And however much I may have learned from others, or by my own experience, I want the Lord, like the potter who shapes the clay, to direct my steps day by day. Our planning without His approval is in vain. "Man proposes, but God disposes." But when we can say: "Thy will be done," then all will be well. The Lord's Prayer is the Key to man's whole life--it unlocks the hidden mysteries of earth and heaven to the true disciple of Christ. It is the secret to success, and no Christian can get along without it. And that is why my wife and I knelt down and prayed in secret, imploring Divine aid and blessing before starting off on our trip to Kansas, the burden of our prayer being "bless those, O Lord, whom we leave behind, and our kindred everywhere; and remember us O Lord who are about to depart on this journey. Grant us a safe journey, and may we be permitted to return in health to our home." And as Anna lifted up her voice in earnest faith, I was reminded of another prayer I once heard many years ago, when my father, Ira C. Waid, was wrestling with the spirit in secret and alone. He was in such strong earnestness, and so loud in his invocations, that I could hear him many rods off. Well, as I have said, my wife and I prayed for health and strength, a safe journey and a return home in health. Many thoughts and perplexities about this journey made our burden heavy, but how easy it became when we remembered the word of the Lord: Cast thy burden on the Lord, he will sustain thee. That is why we prayed. We looked unto Him, and our fears were lightened. Smiles and help came, and we started on our journey with glad hearts. On our way Anna and I had plenty of opportunity to talk over past incidents in our lives--from our first meeting on the train, already narrated, down to the present time. All the promises conveyed in the Bible are not confined to the future life; very many of them come direct to us as help here, that we may have the promise of this life, and that which is to come--eternal life. And when God cheers our heart, it is cheered Sot good. And I wish to say that I am trying to appreciate His precious gifts, not only the gift of His Son, but other gifts that call for praise and gratitude. When I read in His Word: Every good and perfect gift cometh from Him with whom there is no variableness or shadow of turning, my heart has a desire to praise and honor him. What did the wise man mean when he said: Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favor of the Lord? Now it is a wife I am to be thankful for; and I wish to say here that no man knows the value of a true Christian wife better than I do, nor the loss of such an one, as I do. Having had both these blessed and sad experiences in my life, is it any wonder I should now be so thankful to my Heavenly Father for a wife--"God's first gift to man." I have written elsewhere in this volume about my wife, Anna, asking me to return thanks at her father's table October 10, 1889, which was her first request. But I wish to relate to the reader when and where it was that Anna first heard me give thanks. It was at Aunt Abbie's, Monroe Centre, Ogle Co., Ill., on July 17, 1889. I shall always remember Aunt Abbie, who, when supper was ready, and we had sat down, asked me to give thanks. Now I fear that even the most patient reader will think I am dwelling too long on my third trip to Kansas, but I crave indulgence and permission to say how it was that I came home alone, leaving my wife with her parents. We had intended when we left home to return within thirty days, and our excursion tickets were to that effect "good for thirty days." But on our arrival at Mr. Tyler's, Anna had a bad cold and cough from which she did not entirely recover while we were there. So on account of her impaired health and the pressing request of her parents and the family (as already remarked), it was judged better for her to spend the winter in Kansas, whither I expect to return as soon as business may permit, and there I hope to spend part of the winter, with our aged parents. Since my return to my Pennsylvania home (for I speak now as having a home in Kansas as well as in the East), I have received and read the first letter Anna, as Mrs. Francis C. Waid, ever wrote me, and much do I appreciate it. It is dated November 10, 1889. She and I had a good deal of correspondence between the years 1881 and 1888 (October 10), some sixteen letters or thereby, on either side, and Anna has them all with her in Kansas. She tells me there was a time when we did not correspond (for friends in this regard are often neglectful) for, perhaps, more than a year (Anna has told me that when this dropping off in our correspondence took place, her mother said that she (Anna) would never hear from me again, and that she then destroyed all my letters to that date.--F. C. Waid). Then when my first SOUVENIR came out, I naturally thought of my friends, including the Tyler family, and among others sent Anna a copy, which renewed our friendship. I wrote her before our marriage, I think, about fifty-five letters, Anna's to me being a few less, probably about fifty. These letters I regard as a part of real life, written in faith with a pure motive and with the best of intentions. It is true the sound wheat in them is naturally not without some leaven of chaff, but it is the good contained in them I so fondly cherish, and for that reason only I here make mention of them en passant in my SOUVENIR. More to follow, David

Information from Second Souvenirs, by Francis C. Waid, 1890, pp. 257-293 Extracts from his diary 1889 September 12, 1889--This is the sixtieth anniversary of Aunt Matilda J. Cutshall's birthday, and my wife and I formed a part of a pleasant gathering at her home. I gave my sister-in-law, and other relatives and friends, our photograph. The following account of the interesting event is from the Pennsylvania Farmer: At the pleasant farm house of G. W. Cutshall, Randolph Township, Crawford County, Penn., was celebrated the sixtieth birthday of Matilda J. Cutshall, his wife, who was born in Luzerne County, Penn., September 12, 1829, and married September 17, 1858. So in five days more she might have celebrated her wedding anniversary. F. C. Waid thinks of this as he remembers that his fiftieth birth-day and twenty-ninth wedding anniversary, held April 23, 1888, were celebrated in one. P. M. Cutshall delivered an appropriate address, in a brief but happy manner, after which F. C. Waid expressed his pleasure in being present, and entertained the company substantially as follows: "About thirty-seven years ago, before Mr. Cutshall and Matilda J. Masiker were married, and I know it was before Eliza C. Masiker and myself were married, we were all at the Jacob Masiker farm, where we walked up the lane and through the orchard, till we came to where the ripe, rosy, luscious peaches attracted out attention. It is needless to say that excellent peaches, handsome girls and happiness made the time a happy one. This was the beginning of better days to us. Life is a success when we win and hold the friendship formed in youth. The golden chain grows brighter as the brief years go by, and we are here to-day to celebrate the sixtieth birth-day of one worthy of our esteem, one who has, thus far in life, bestowed much true friendship, generosity and kindness upon her numerous acquaintances. We who are here to-day, and share the pleasures and blessings of this happy home, are only a few of those who rise up and call her blessed. Do you know this good work has been going on forty years? See what there is in friendship. This child, little Leon, spoke it in his act, when he, at the age of five years, picked berries, earned a dime, and made his grandma a present. Such a boy will make his mark in the world. It looks noble, self-supporting, to rely on his own efforts instead of others. It is none of your cheap generosity. Landing over to a friend what costs you nothing; certainly it is far better than cheap giving. The world is waiting for such children to grow up and fill useful occupations in life. There was one born sixty years ago to-day, whose presence has cheered and her hands helped humanity ever since. The Lord Master said, She has done what she could, and the words apply in this case. May her life be spared many years until the good Master calls her home." Mr. Cutshall responded to calls, and made some spicy remarks, after which Mr. Waid addressed a few commendatory words to the generous host, which all present echoed. Presents were given, and Mr. Waid had the pleasure of introducing his accomplished wife to the many new friends, and a goodly number of photographs of the worthy couple were carried away by friends. September 14, 1889--After transacting some business in Meadville Anna and I drove to the home of my cousin, Robert A. Fergerson. This was a visit long looked forward to by us with all the pleasures of anticipation. We will spend the Sabbath day here, a privilege that in years past I have more than once enjoyed. Sunday September 15--We drove this fine morning to the Lutheran Church, and arrived in time for both sermon and Sunday-school. At the conclusion of the service we visited Watson's Run Cemetery on the hillside near the church. It consists of about four acres of ground, has large shade trees within its bounds, and is handsomely decorated with neatly trimmed evergreens. After dinner we called upon John Morehead, and found him and his family at home. September 16, 1889--This morning we paid a visit to Uncle Robert Morehead, at whose house we dined. While there Lydia gave me two copper buttons from the coat of Grandfather Morehead, who came to America about 100 years ago when a young man. I picked up a shoe hammer during this call, and Uncle Robert told me that it had driven the pegs into my mother's wedding shoes. The hammer and buttons brought a flood of recollections upon me as I sat there talking with my dear mother's brother. It takes but a small thing in this world to let loose the current of one's thoughts. My uncle told me that he had made the shoes, and he related also many tales of the olden times. I love dearly to hear anything in connection with my sainted mother, whose Christian life made home so happy, and for aught I know led me to Christ. I cannot remember a more really pleasurable morning than that spent at Uncle Robert's, filled as it was with memories of those that "I have loved long since, and lost awhile." September 24--My wife, Anna, and I started for Mosiertown to-day, and while on our way we stopped at Saegerstown to call upon George Floyd, S. Slocum and C. R. Slocum. When we arrived at Mosiertown I drove at once to the home of my old-time friend and companion, C. R. Slocum, and to him and his family I introduced Anna, who now saw them for the first time. In the evening we made calls upon friends in the immediate neighborhood. September 25--To-day Anna and I called upon Mrs. Caroline Cochran, Mr. Slocum's only sister, and afterward drove to the home of Robert E. Slocum where we dined in company with Mrs. Cochran and Miss Mattie Slocum. After dinner we walked to the Baptist Church, which was undergoing repairs, and there we found the minister working upon the building. He was a carpenter by trade, and had no false pride that prevented his working at his trade, which was thus made honorable above all others by being the calling of the Gentle Nazarene. September 27, 1889--A visit to Orlando Waid, who lives on Harrison Sutton's farm east of Townville, marked this date. We remained there for the night. On our way home from Orlando's farm on the following day we stopped at Pember Phillip's place. Mr. Phillips has been repairing and improving his house, and it now presents an exterior of which he may be proud. Leaving there we drove to the residence of Silas Clarke, who lives upon the State Road about five miles from our home. His wife has been ill for months, and it was partly to inquire after her that we called. Susan Hobbs died to-day, aged over seventy years. October 8 to November 4--[My wife and I pay a protracted visit to her old home in Kansas (my third trip to that State, I returning East on the latter date, my wife remaining with her parents), for particulars of which I refer the reader to page 148.] On November 4, the narrative of my third trip to Kansas was concluded at page 162, and from that point I resume my diary. As I have said I had an hour to wait in Ottawa for the train to arrive at the Santa Fe depot, and I now sit writing where I can view Forest Park, only one square from the railway station. I love once more to view the place where I spent so many pleasant hours during the Chautauqua Assembly, last June--happy days! Before leaving Ottawa I called at Mr. Cowdery's store to inquire after Mrs. Cowdery's health, and was informed by the clerk that "she is a little better, but cannot live long" (Mrs. Cowdery died a few days afterward, November 12, 1889.--F. C. Waid). My train is expected soon, so I will close my notes in the meantime, and bid good-by to Ottawa, hoping to return in the near future. On the platform just as I took my train East I met Rev. Mr. Boaz, whose presence cheered me as I was leaving Ottawa. There is something in man's countenance that cheers his friend, like the spark of electricity, a glance sends happiness that thrills our whole being. I believe that on this trip to Kansas I have found more attractions there than ever, even when Anna and I left here last July 15. At that time her parents and kindred, left behind, were to be thought of; but I had this comforting thought--Anna was with me. But now, to have to leave her behind, and travel homeward alone, is to me the most unpleasant reflection of all. And when I think of her impaired health, I shall want to hear often from her, and return to Kansas as soon as I can. Such is life! My train has now arrived, and I find myself speeding along eastward as fast as steam-power can take me, passing many beautiful and interesting places between Ottawa and Kansas City, among them being Olathe Cemetery, twenty-four miles from the latter place, where I arrived about 6 P. M. At Kansas City I find I have two hours to wait and enjoy my lunch (put up for me by Anna, and which I had brought with me) while waiting for the train, and as I afterward walk about the streets, I was jostled hither and thither by the busy multitude that throngs the throughfares. A gentleman from Ohio made a remark, as our train was coming into the city, about the size of the mountains. "Yes," I replied, "the bluffs are high in Kansas City, they remind me of Oildom, in Pennsylvania." I arrived at St. Louis Tuesday morning, and left soon after for Cincinnati. I wish time permitted me to visit my cousin, Steven Whicher, at Mount Vernon, Jefferson County, Ill., but if I did I would miss connection for Cincinnati in the evening. More to follow, David

I sent these extractrs for 1889, but never saw them come over the list so I am sending them again. Not sure what happened. Information from Second Souvenirs, by Francis C. Waid, 1890, pp. 257-293 Extracts from his diary 1889. January 25, 1889--[To-day I wrote some "Retrospective Thoughts," which may be found at page 98.] February 28, 1889--[My visit to Washington, D. C., in company with my brother-in-law, G. W. Cutshall, for an account of which see page 99.] March 26, 1889--I wrote the following while in Washington. "Weep not for the dead, Thy sighs and tears are unavailing; Vainly o'er the cold dark bed Breaks the voice of thy loud wailing. The dead--the dead they rest; Sorrow and strife and earthly woes No more shall harm the breast, Nor trouble their deep, calm repose. Weep not for the dead." I have spoken in another place of my desire to leave this city in order to attend my son's wedding. I wish to give some of the reasons for my anxiety to be present, and to say a few words concerning home life, as I experienced it, before and after my marriage. I was married the day that I attained my majority, and thirty-four years of married life taught me the value of a good home. Peace and order reigned in my father's house, but perhaps I did not quite so thoroughly appreciate it then, as I did when, after marrying, I had my own hearthstone and fire; but I must say that quiet and contentment are to me the greatest blessing that can surround a home. We should ask ourselves how ought we to live to bring about such a state of blessedness in the little circle at home. Let me answer in my own way and say that I am perfectly assured that the homely but true sentence, "To be good is to be happy," is the key-note of happiness in families as it is in individuals. Do right, and you will have a happy life on earth and a certain home in heaven. I wish also to speak of the value of a good companion in the highest sense of that word, a companion that you can lean upon in time of trouble and distress, and that will share heartily your joys as well as your sorrows, in fact enter into and be a part of your very life. You may see from this, again, how anxious I was to be near my son when he chose his partner for this life's journeyings. I had a companion such as I have described during all the years of my manhood, and it is only since my dear wife died, July 4, 1888, to the present writing, in March, 1889, that I have known what it is to be alone without a congenial helpmate. What has made my life colder and more devoid of joy in the past months will be better understood when I tell you that, during my boyhood days, I had a true and trusted twin brother who stood ever firmly by my side, and did for me what none other could do in the way of companionable intercourse. He died soon after he was twenty-one years of age, up to which time my father's family had remained unbroken by death. I do not mean it to be understood that I loved my twin brother so dearly as to fall short in affection for the others, for such is not the ease. The memory of all is very dear to me. People have asked me if I thought that there was more natural affection between twin brothers than between others of the same family. My brother and I were wedded by the ties of nature, and the natural affection was fostered by our being encouraged to seek each other's company, and to learn to love more and more day by day. Added to this we were invariably dressed alike, got into trouble and out of trouble together, slept together in our little trundle bed, and were ever ready to stand up for each other. We, in short, battled life together; when one fell the other lifted him to his feet. From the foregoing you will see that my minority was in the highest sense of the word blessed by companionship. But it is to my wife that I must now turn. It must now be evident from what I have written how much of my life my twin brother filled, and I cannot but think that it was well for me that ere he had gone I had chosen my life's partner. It was but a few weeks before his death, that Eliza C. Masiker and I were married, and so that in my bereavement I had not only comfort from on high, but the solace that is drawn from the knowledge of possessing that nearest and dearest of all earthly friends, a true loving wife. Solomon has said: Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing and obtaineth favor of the Lord. Praise is certainly due unto the Lord, when I think what he hath done for me. You may say to me, my reader: "Certainly you had reason to praise God, when in your youth you were surrounded by loving kindred and had your still more loving wife at your side; but how is it now that she has been taken away?" Let me reply to you in the words of Job: The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord. I wish to write a few words in memory of my departed wife, whom I trust, one day will be the first to greet as I pass to the other shore. She was dear to all, but especially dear unto me, who with her shared equally the joys and sorrows of life for so many years. During this time I knew to the fullest extent the blessing of God's gift to man--a noble wife. We frequently spoke together of the close of life, and at one time she said to me earnestly: "Francis, you will be left alone." I caressed her and asked her not to speak of death, for it pained me deeply, and said that I might be the first to be taken away. But she persisted, and repeated the words, the remembrance of which comes to me now with great sorrow and a feeling of loneliness; "Dear Francis, you will be left alone." The feeling of being utterly alone, when you have had for so many years a close companion, causes a sense of complete desolation. This feeling is expressed in a letter of condolence I received from a friend, Mr. J. M. Runk, just after my wife's death; he says: "I wish to extend to you my sincere sympathy in this the most lonely time of your active life." I feel the force of this most keenly, and I am to-day learning one of the greatest lessons of life. The master who is teaching it is too wise to err, and too good to be unkind, and He afflicts only for our own sakes. I have found, during this period of deep melancholy and bereavement, that there is joy and comfort to be found in our Lord Jesus Christ, and I have found His grace sufficient for me. I have thought often during these past months of sorrow, that there could be no journey too perilous to undertake, no danger too great to be faced, no property too valuable to be hazarded for the inestimable privilege of once again seeing my dear wife's face. I would willingly go where the waves wash the lonely shore of the farthest isle in the farthest sea, could I hope once more to look upon her. But well knowing the uselessness of such a voyage, I feel it better to turn unto Him who said: Come unto me all ye that are heavy laden, and I wilt give you rest, and there seek my peace. Jesus also said: In my father's house are many mansions; I go to prepare a place for you, that where I am there may ye be also; and when Eliza died she smiled these words back to us: "I will meet you in one of my Father's many mansions." My dying brother said: "I will meet you in heaven," and from the thoughts of seeing them there I draw my greatest comfort. The influence of Eliza's life is helping me; it is a blessed memory, and I must say with the Bible, that the righteous are had in everlasting remembrance. Her thousand acts of kindness live to comfort us, and none shared in them more deeply than her husband and children. My acquaintance with my wife began several years before our engagement, I think that the first time I saw her was when going to her father's house to borrow for my uncle, William Morehead, a cross-cut saw. Our courtship began some time after that, but we were not formally engaged until March 25, 1853, thirty-six years ago yesterday. Some of my younger readers may ask: "How did you put the question, since you have been kind enough to give the date?" Well, I will tell you: On the evening mentioned, as we sat together with hands and hearts united, I mustered up sufficient courage to say: "Eliza, do you love me well enough to marry me?" "Yes, Francis," she replied, "I think I do; in fact, I know that I do." That was a happy day for me, and I have seen many since, and I do not wish it thought that I am complaining when I speak now of my loneliness and sorrow. I will pass over the thirty-four years of our married life, and speak of its close. Although stricken by disease a year before her death, I thank my Heavenly Father that my wife was, to a great extent, able to fulfill the little social duties of life that rendered her last days cheerful. She was able to call upon friends, and to drive out in pleasant weather. Our last call was made on Friday before she died, and was upon my son, Guinnip, who lives at the old homestead of Ira C. Waid. There our engagement was made, and our wedded life entered upon. Near it we had lived, and to it was her last visit paid. It seems to me remarkable that we should have been allowed to visit the old place once more just as life for one of us was about to close. Come now with me to the parlor of our home, for the last scene draws nigh. Eliza was apparently bright upon Sunday, and was engaged about the house to some extent on Monday, but on Tuesday she began to fail rapidly. I was by her side until 11 o'clock Tuesday evening, when I laid down for a short time, and fell asleep. I was soon aroused by the nurse, and hurrying to the parlor, where my dear wife lay, I saw that the end was at hand. The last vestige of hope fled as I looked upon her face. My son, Fred, with the nurse and her sister, were then present, and as I wished the entire family I sent for Guinnip, Frank, Aunt Jane and Uncle George Cutshall. They came, and, as we surrounded her bedside her pure spirit fled to its Celestial Home, but not before her face was illumined by two heavenly smiles, the memory of which will be effaced from our hearts--never. The following tribute to Eliza's memory is from the pen of her last pastor, the Christian, kind-hearted Rev. M. Miller: The writer of these lines officiated as pastor at the funeral of Mrs. Eliza Waid, consort of F. C. Waid, on the 5th of July, 1888, at the Methodist Episcopal Church in Blooming Valley, Crawford County, Penn. The large concourse of people there assembled told as to her standing in the community. Because of her noble Christian character I am glad to avail myself of the opportunity of leaving a few lines on the pages of history to her honored memory. Though an extreme sufferer for a long time she attended the house of God, and listened with great delight to the precious Gospel until within a few weeks of her death. She was glad when they said unto her, "Let us go into the house of the Lord." Her deep interest in the sermon and her earnest testimony in the class-meeting were inspiring to all. She fully believed God's precious promises, and endured her afflictions as seeing Him who is invisible. How cheering to those who are bereft! what a benediction to husband and children! Her activity and great concern for the salvation of sinners was certainly owned and blessed of God in the last protracted effort she attended, but the element of character which surpassed all the rest presents her in the light of a peacemaker. How ready she was to labor with her neighbors in the interest of reconciliation. Her's is the promise "Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God." Let us imitate her in this regard. Innocent and harmless herself, she tried to make everyone else the same. She will be greatly missed in her home, in the church and in the community. But her record is on high and she is doubly blessed with the saints on high. She is calling us to follow on to know the Lord. May God comfort the bereaved ones and help us all to imitate her Godly example. Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord. Written at DuBois, Penn., November 13, 1888, by her last pastor, M. MILLER. April 2, 1889--[On this day I wrote "Some thoughts before leaving home," which will be found at page 105.] April 4, 1889--On the evening of this day I had the pleasure of attending the wedding of my esteemed friends, Wallace Mook and Luella Floyd, at the home of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. George Floyd, in Saegerstown, Penn. April 10 to July 24, 1889--[Here comes my second trip to Kansas, along, in part, with my son, Franklin, an account of which will be found at page 109.] August 23 to September 4, 1889--[My wife, Anna, and I visit Jamestown and Chautauqua, N. Y., and the reader is referred to page 144: for an account of same.] September 8, 1889--To-day my wife and I attended church, and afterward brought the pastor and Mr. McCool, of Meadville, home with us to dine. More to follow, David

If you are researching this family, please email me privately. Thanks, Barb Seyler

Good morning from Utah. This morning's Deseret News has an article saying the LDS website has finished its testing stage and has been having about 7 million hits daily. The official launch of the site is set for Monday morning, May 24th, with a press conference in front of the Genealogical Library in Salt Lake City. In the test stage the IGI was information from the UK, the US, and Finland. The article did not say when, or even if, other countries and areas would be added, but I certainly hope so. The article also did not elaborate as to what else would change, but it did indicate there would be additional information made available over time, so we may have to wait and see. Hope this site continues to help us find our families. Have a great day and much success in your research. Ed Scriven Layton, UT

Anyone else researching James H. ADAMS? Here is the information I got from the LDS site: James H. ADAMS b Aug 5, 1797 in New York d Dec 6, 1865 in Crawford Co., PA married abt 1819 Catharine SCHUSTER b Oct 23, 1805 in PA d Feb 25, 1887 in Hayfield Crawford Co., PA Children: Hiram A Adams Angeline Adams Candace Adams William Adams Sylvester S Adams Mary A Adams Eveline Adams Sophia Adams Tophan Adams Samuel Adams Walter Adams Eliza Adams Elizabeth Adams Thanks, Lisa

unsubscribe

Found the following in the Dunn mail list archives on rootsweb Abstracts of Rev. War Pension Files, pages 1044,& 1045 DUNN ONLY: James, Priscilla, W7049, NJ Line, sol lived at Piscataway in MiddlesexCty NJ at enl, sol d 16 Dec 1820 at French Creek in Crawford Cty PA, solhad m 20 Feb 1772 in Middlesex Cty NJ to Priscilla or Prissylla thedaughter of John Langstaff, wid appl 31 Mar 1837 Crawford Cty PA aged86 a res of Meadville PA, wid d 15 Jun 1839, children were; Sarrah b 3Apr 1773, Margret b 27 Sep 1774, Jephtha b 3 Apr 1777, Asa b 16 Jan1779, Jeremiah b 12 Sep 1781, Henry b 30 Dec 1785, David b 13 Jan 1788,Seimeon b 10 Sep 1792 & Harreot b 14 Jan 1797, sol's bro Moses Dunn & acousin Henry Sutton & wid's cousin James Langstaff were mentioned in theclaim Philip, S22224, NJ Line, sol was b 14 Jun 1754 in Middlesex Cty NJ & sol lived about 2 miles from New Brunswick in Middlesex Cty NJ at enl & in1802 moved to Hayfield Twnshp in Crawford Cty PA & sol appl there 25 Oct1832, in 1832 Priscilla Dunn wid of sol's bro James Dunn was aged about80 Sandy Roche Schroeder (SamiWV) slschroe@intrepid.net Volunteer for Random Acts of Genealogical Kindness http://www.rootsweb.com/~tnraogk/index.htm

Seeking information, ancestors & descendants of William Frazier, son of Roderick Frazier who was born in 1793. William married Isabelle Shaw 06 December 1827 and had the following known children: Roderick, James, Margaret, Ann, Zeptha (?), Jane (?), and Sarah. William died 05 October 1845 in Hayfield Twp., Crawford Co., PA. Isabelle and children were still residing in Hayfield Twp., in 1850 along with William's brother, James. Dennis R. Davis R8459@aol.com

I would like to correspond with anyone with Jennings background from Crawford County, Pa. to see if we have mutual backgrounds from the 1870's and 1880's. Thanks. Mary Jennings hermosajenn@msn.com

Barbara- I am not sure with all of my e-mail mix up if this was eventually sent on. If it wasn't, could you please forward to all. If it was, thank you. My monthly note...anyone out there?? > >I am searching for the parents of Israel H. Skinner. >b. 1/23/1809 NJ, d. 8/3/1887 IL, m. Pollyann Dickson (Daughter of George and >Euphania Dickson) 10/18/1832 Meadville, PA. He purchased land in Summerhill >Twp in 1838 and sold in 1844 when he moved to Illinois. He is listed in the >Summerhill Twp. 1840 Census. > >Siblings include Eliza Skinner b. 1798 NJ m. Aaron Fox (in Vernon Twp 1840 >Census, purchased land in 1833 in Vernon Twp, sold in 1846 and moved to >Illinois) > >Reuben Skinner b. 10/15/1801 NJ m. Jane Dickson 4/11/1828 (Daughter of >George and Euphania Dickson)Reuben is listed in 1830 and 1840 Census. >Purchased land in Vernon Twp in 1833 and also moved to Illinois in 1844. > >John Skinner b. 8/22/1806 NJ m. Sally Fox 11/16/1826. We believe he is the >John listed in the 1830 Census of Vernon Twp. No Confirmation. > >Jesse - who we believe to have been a "lunatic" and incarcerated in county >jail for an axe murder. (Talk about skeletons!!) > >Cornelius - who we know nothing about. We believe he is the Cornelius in the >1830 Vernon Twp census. No Confirmation. > >Mary and unknown female. > >There are few Skinner's listed in Crawford County in 1820's - 1840's. We >believe Israel's father to be a "John Skinner", who is listed in the 1830 >Mead Twp census and 1840 Vernon Twp Census. He would have been born abt. >1760-1770. > >Israel H. Skinner was born in New Jersey, then moved to PA and Ohio with his >family and later settled in Sandwich, Illinois in 1844. > >His parents are unknown and any information about Israel, his siblings or >his parents would be greatly appreciated. > >Thanks for your help. > >Ingrid Skinner skinner@busynet.net > >

I am looking for information on the dates of birth, dates and places of death and verification of spouses to this family. The story of Susannah must have some thread of truth. Have other families passed it on? I am descended from William Peiffer. Arlene Peiffer Johnson (phobos2@prodigy.net) JOHANNES PEIFFER (JOHN GEORGE2, JOHANNES1 PFEIFFER) was born May 16, 1789 in Mahanoy Twp, Northumberland Co, Pa., and died July 05, 1864 in Venango, Crawford Co., Pa.. He married (1) SUSANNA HEDRICK, daughter of PETER HEDRICK and HANNAH SCHAFFER. She was born 1788 in Northumberland Co, Pa.4, and died 1838 in Venango, Crawford Co., Pa.. He married (2) MARY ELIZABETH5. She was born 1799, and died 1858. Notes for SUSANNA HEDERICK/HEYDRICK: Versions of a popular Peiffer family story say the following: "Before Harriet (Peiffer) Griffin was even born, before the Revolution, her great paternal ancestor was a French soldier, Colonel DeHetrick, who came over to help patriots in the Revolutionary War with LaFayette. (This would be Peter Hedrick) Many of the French patriots settled in our country in Virginia and liked it. The Indians made war on the French settlements and they killed all the men in the village and took the women prisoners. Harriet's grandmother was one of the women. Then the white settlers banded together to make war on this tribe of Indians and got these young women back again. Harriet's grandmother (Susanna Hederick) was among them. John Peiffer married Col. DeHetrick daughter and took her to Venango, Pa." -Memoirs of Mrs Harriet Griffen (1858-1958, daughter of William Peiffer) "Susanna D'Hetrick was the daughter of a French General who came to America with General Lafayette in the Revolutionary war to help the Continental Army. General D'Hetrick married a Virginia girl who at one time was captive of the Indians. Descendants of the John and Susannah Peiffer were heirs to a D'Hetrick Legacy in France which was reported to be a large amount, a visit to France would have been necessary to investigate this report but no one went." ( Neil T. Peiffer- Mason 1962) Children of JOHANNES PEIFFER and SUSANNA HEDERICK/HEYDRICK are: i. Edward4 Peiffer. ii. George W. Peiffer. iii. Mary M. Peiffer. iv. Henry Peiffer, b. June 13, 1810, Crawford Co, Pa.; d. February 09, 1892, Crawford Co, Pa.; m. Elizabeth Smith, Abt. 1839; b. 1813, Bavaria, Germany; d. 1900, Crawford Co, Pa.. Notes for Henry Peiffer: Henry Peiffer served in the Civil War from November 22, 1861 to December 24, 1864, Co E 111th Regiment Pennsylvania Regular Infantry. He married Elizabeth Smith (Schmidt) who came from Germany in 1826 when she was thirteen years old. She was the last member of her family to leave Germany for America. She was Edna Smith's aunt and the sister of Simon Smith. Henry and Edna were members of the Lutheran Church of Saegertown, Pa. v. Nicholas Peiffer, b. Abt. 1815, Venango Twp., , Crawford Co., Pa.; m. Elizabeth Kleckner; b. Venango Twp., , Crawford Co., Pa.. More About Nicholas Peiffer: 842, Original class in Methodist Episcopal Church of Meadville, Pa.7 vi. Simon Peiffer, b. Abt. 1815; m. Elizabeth Siverling; b. Abt. 18148; d. Bef. 1885. Notes for Elizabeth Siverling: Granddaughter of Christopher Siverling, first cousin of Saloma Peters who married Peter Smith. Peter Smith and Saloma Peters are the parents Simon Smith who married Emma Reichel. vii. Margaretha Peiffer, b. 1817, Crawford Co, Pa.; d. 1896; m. John Kleckner , Abt. 1840; b. 1818, Crawford Co, Pa. Notes for John Kleckner: Moved from Lycoming Co., Pa. In 1852 he served on the City Council of Venango, Pa. viii. Hannah Peiffer, b. Abt. 1820; m. Henry Minium; b. April 19, 1819, Woodcock Twp., Crawford Co, Pa.. ix. John M Peiffer, b. July 25, 1824, Venango Twp., , Crawford Co., Pa.; d. 1899; m. Judith Knerr; b. 1828; d. 1899. Notes for John M Peiffer: John M. was in the war of the Rebellion, enlisting August 29, 1864, in Company A, 211 PA volunteer Infantry. He lost his right arm at the Battle of Petersburg, and was honorably discharged July 4, 1865. He is a member of the K of P., and of the A.O.U.W. In politics a Republican. Both he and his wife are members of the Zion Evangelical Lutheran Church. (p. 1121, "History of Crawford County, PA", 1885.) x. Sophia Peiffer, b. 1825; d. 1915; m. Isaac Pfeiffer; b. February 23, 1818; d. 1905. Notes for Sophia Peiffer: Sophia married Isaac Peiffer her first cousin, Isaac. Isaac was the first Burgess for the City of Venango. xi. Delilah Peiffer, b. Abt. 1827, Venango Twp., , Crawford Co., Pa.; m. Anthony W. Mumford; b. Abt. 1820. More About Delilah Peiffer:1842, original class in Venango Methodist Episcopal Church. Anthony W. Mumford: served on first City Council of Venango, Pa. In 1852 xii. Susan Peiffer, b. Abt. 1827; m. Michael Minium; b. Abt. 1825. xiii. William Peiffer12, b. June 05, 1831, Venango, Crawford Co., Pa.; d. August 11, 1890, Cambridge Springs, Crawford Co., Pa.; m. Julia Crouch; b. 1836, Cambridge Springs, Crawford Co., Pa.; d. 1919, Cambridge Springs, Crawford Co., Pa.. xiv. Asa Peiffer, b. 1834, Crawford Co, Pa; d. 1910. Child of JOHANNES PEIFFER and MARY ELIZABETH is: (According to John Peiffer’ will Elizabeth owned land in Crawford County before she married John Peiffer, What was her maiden name?) xv. David Pfeiffer, b. Abt. 1840.

FORWARDED MESSAGE. PLEASE REPLY TO ORIGINAL SENDER. -------- Original Message -------- Subject: [NICHOLS-L] Samuel Nichols Resent-Date: Tue, 18 May 1999 19:04:55 -0700 (PDT) Resent-From: NICHOLS-L@rootsweb.com Date: Tue, 18 May 1999 22:03:01 EDT From: FBarr86833@aol.com To: NICHOLS-L@rootsweb.com Seek information on parents and siblings of Samuel Nichols, b. about 1800, place unknown. He died in 1847 in Crawford County, Pennsylvania. His wife is said to be Katherine Maxwell. Their son, John Wesley Nichols, was a member of Co. K, 150 Pennsylvania Volunteers, known as President Lincoln's bodyguards. After the Civil War he moved his family to Omaha, Nebraska, where he died in 1925.

Hi, I have totally mess up on the Second Souvenirs series. It is my own stupidy but could someone please, please send me this series. Thank you....Paula

Information from Second Souvenirs, by Francis C. Waid, 1890, pp. 230-257 Extracts from his diary 1888 On Sunday, August 5, I heard Dr. Talmage preach in the Amphitheater upon the text: And through a window in a basket was I let down by the wall, or, as Dr. Talmage called it "Paul in a basket." After hearing this eminent clergyman lecture and preach, I was very desirous to speak to him and shake his hand. I have read many of his sermons, and once tried to hear him in Brooklyn, but failed, as the church was closed; and I have always regarded him as a friend, for I have profited by his work. I could not resist the temptation, therefore, to attempt to have a chat with him, and so, when I saw him part from Dr. Vincent, with whom he walked from the Amphitheater, I approached, and overtaking him said: "This is Dr. Talmage?" "Yes," he replied, and then evidently seeing in me a friend, he extended his hand. After warm pressure I told him who I was, how much I had enjoyed his sermon and lecture, and then, calling his attention to the sermon just delivered, I told him I wished to be like one of the men who held the rope when Paul was let down from the windows. He smiled at this and said, that if I would read the sermon I would know better what holding the rope meant than I would if he described it to me. The names of the men who held the rope were unknown to the pages of history, but were written in the Lamb's Book of Life. Their names were written in Heaven, for doing what they could. I spoke to Dr. Talmage of my biography and the SOUVENIR, and asked him if I might have the pleasure of presenting one to him. He said: "send me a copy," and with a heartfelt "God bless you," we parted. On Sunday evening Philip Philips gave an illustrative song service, with views from the Bible and the life of John Bunyan. The pictures were beautiful, and the hymns were sweetly sung. Scriptural reading closed the evening service. August 23, 1888--In looking over ray youngest son's album to-day I found some excellent advice written by my wife to her son, and I copy it here, for I wish to show how fully I appreciate her memory and sayings, and the advice she gave our children. On one page occurs this: A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches; and on another: "True happiness, if understood, Consists alone in doing good." I cannot refrain from copying the following lines written by my wife's only sister, Aunt Jane, as she is called. She deserves many thanks for the sentiment set forth in the verse. She is nearer to us now than any of our kindred. The lines are as follows: "Within this book so pure and white, Let none but friends presume to write And may each word in friendship given Direct the reader's thoughts to heaven." M. J. Cutshall. Forest Grove Methodist Episcopal Church, situated four miles east of Guy's Mills, was dedicated to-day. It is a plain, neat, country church, erected where a house of worship was much needed. It rained in the morning, and I was undecided whether to go to our own church or to the dedication, but I finally decided in favor of the latter. Orlando Waid, my nephew, drove to the church, a distance of eleven miles, with me, and we arrived rather late, the services being well advanced. I pushed my way to the stove, for I was wet and cold, and sat down. Dr. Flood, who was conducting the services, stopped the proceedings, gave out the text and announced the state of the collections. The church cost $1,100, $600 had been previously collected, leaving $500 to be subscribed on the day of dedication. Dr. Flood having explained the situation, I said: "I will give my check for $100." I afterward added 10 per cent for the family of Rev. J. W. Crouche, and $20 for my own family, making a sum total of $130. It brings true happiness to do a deed of this kind. On January 11, 1889, I gave my check for the amount pledged. I afterward met my friend Dr. Flood in the depot, as he was on his way to dedicate the Methodist Episcopal (Hites) Chapel, at Jamestown, N. Y. "Dear brother," said he, after cordially shaking my hand, "can you give me $10 for this good work?" I said "yes," and handed him the money. October 8 to 21, 1888--[My brother-in-law, G. W. Cutshall and I make a trip to Kansas, an account of which will be found at page 83.] My cousin, Leander Simmons, died December 16, 1888, at his home in Harmony, Chautauqua County, N. Y., at the age of sixty-five years and four months. His funeral was held in Harmony Methodist Episcopal Church, the pastor Rev. Mr. Burns, officiating, and his text was: What I do now ye know not, but ye shall know hereafter. The text and sermon were very appropriate as Mr. Simmons, like my wife, had been afflicted nearly a year, and we often wonder at the trials of our loved ones and their afflictions, and seek a reason; but the Bible comes to our relief and tells us we shall know all in good time, and what is now seemingly so mysterious in our Lord's doings will one day be made clear. I believe this, and it brings rest and comfort to us here amid our deepest distress. Leander was interred in Lake View Cemetery, Jamestown, N. Y., eight miles from Harmony. It was cold but pleasant, and we had carriages and buggies instead of sleighs; nevertheless I was reminded as we neared the cemetery of the cold weather and deep snows that prevailed when his father, Philander Simmons, was interred in December, 1882, a funeral that; my wife and I attended. Ira Simmons died in 1867 and is buried in Lake View Cemetery. There are at present; four sons and four daughters left with an aged mother to mourn with the afflicted family, the death of Leander. The family left consists of his widow, two sons and two daughters, of which children three are married. As the four brothers of the deceased gently bore the casket and lowered it into its resting place, I was touchingly reminded of the last tribute of myself and three sons as we tearfully placed the form of wife and mother under its covering of flowers and dew. CHRISTMAS, 1888. "Stronger than oak, in apparel so green, And trappings so fair to see, With its precious freight for small or great Is the beautiful Christmas tree." Preparations had been made for an entertainment and Christmas tree at State Road Methodist Episcopal Church for the Sunday-school, Miss R. Hempson and myself having been chosen to buy the presents. We sometimes get a position by being generous, but I will not say I got this one in that way. I was like a child that was hungry. I asked for it, and ;vas honored by our school with the appointment. Now the planning and arranging were our part of the program, raising the funds wherewith to buy presents was quite another, and certainly not the least in importance. My intention as expressed at the meeting was that each scholar should have a gift, no one to be passed by, and I had told the school that I would warrant the tree to have at any rate $5 worth of presents. The society raised $5 more, which with other subscriptions increased the total contributions to $11.85. My lady friend met me in Meadville on Monday, December 24, at 11 A. M., the same hour that my brother met me to go on our business and pleasure trip of which I have already written. I remember when I was quite a youth I frequently prayed that the Lord would grant me a useful and active life, and I am sure he has answered my prayer. On the present occasion, as on many others, I confess I had many errands to do before leaving Meadville, but none more pleasant than selecting Christmas gifts for our Sabbath-school children. It had been reported to me that we had twenty-five or thirty scholars during the winter, and as I considered I could buy no better present than a neat Testament, I procured at the book-stores forty copies, 'thinking that would be sufficient; but on meeting my lady friend she informed me the number of scholars was sixty-three instead of twenty-five or thirty, so I bought twenty-five more, making in all sixty-five; and I wish to say here that when a Sunday-school child (I remember going to school barefooted and I have heard my wife, Eliza, say that she and several others used to go several miles to Sunday-school and church at Mead Corners, and that her sister and she would often carry their fine shoes part of the way, putting them on again before reaching their destination, so as to save them. That is how we did years ago when going to Sunday-school; to-day the value received is more than the sacrifice made or shame endured) gets a better present than a New Testament, I want to hear of it. I have carried a pocket Testament many a day, out of which I have read the grandest truths and noblest words ever uttered or written--words or life, ETERNAL LIFE, EVERLASTING LIFE. This Book tells not only of this life but of the life beyond. The reading of the Bible, so useful to me all through life makes it of such value to me that I wish every child in the Sunday-school to profit in a similar way; and that is my reason for giving each a Testament (I was asked by my lady friend to write down what I wished placed on the fly-leaf of each Testament, so I jotted down the following: Presented to ---- by Methodist Episcopal Church State Road Sunday-school, December 25, 1888). ADDRESS BY F. C. WAID. December 24, 1888. To our Sabbath-school and especially to the children, I want to say to you little boys and girls, although I can not be with you on this happy occasion and share your pleasure and happiness, yet I repeat the words I spoke to you last Sunday: I LOVE YOU. And as I told you if I could not be present I would give $5 to buy presents to put on the Christmas tree. And then when the committee on program put my name down for an address, they seemed to call for something more than money. But you who were present remember I promised to do the best I could; that if I was absent I would write a letter, make some remarks and give some advice to the children. It is said in my biography there are three things I love. But then there are more. Those things spoken of are a BOOK, a NEWSPAPER and a FRIEND, and there is also connected with this thought the idea, I love the SUNDAY-SCHOOL. I have always loved the Sabbath-school, and allow me to say from my early childhood, indeed I cannot go back in my recollections beyond the time when I did not attend the Sunday-school at old State Road. I do remember of my parents having my twin brother, Franklin, and myself accompany them to Sunday-school and church, when we were very small boys. And I want to thank the Lord for his goodness to me, for I have had the privilege and enjoyed the pleasure of coming to Sunday-school and church up to last Sunday, December 23, 1888. Children do you think it strange that I should love the Sunday-school? I only wonder why I do not love it more, and do more for it and for you whom I love so well. Now let me speak of THE, BOOK, NEWSPAPER and FRIEND. If you think I have had any success in life let me point from whence I think it came. Children this is for you just as much as these presents are for our school. Of course we would be glad to give presents to everybody, but on this Merry Christmas we want to remember you especially, and encourage you both with advice and some token of our love accompanied by a present, The Book out of which I have learned the great lessons of life is the BIBLE. Study it, practice its teachings; it is the chart that will guide you safe through the journey of life. It teaches us to obey our parents and give our hearts to the Lord. The Bible is dearer to me now. I love it more than ever, because I have learned a little more of it, and I have found so much knowledge in it, that has been useful to me. I want you, dear children, to study it, and you will be glad in after years that you attended Sunday-school, listened to the gospel and obeyed the truth. I cannot close without saving, give your hearts to the Lord, for it is written: Son, Daughter, give me thy heart. Written Monday morning in haste, December 24, 1888. F. C. Waid). P. S.--While you enjoy a merry Christmas, I wish you a happy New Year. December 24, 1888, to January 3, 1889--[My brother, G. N., and I, visit Athens, N. Y., and other places. See page 90.] More to follow, David