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