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Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Reunions and Cemeteries and Cupcakes, Oh My! (2)


It was rainy in Syracuse for a great deal of our visit so our camp was washed out and our plans for cemetery hopping were slightly hampered.  We visited quite a few of the known ancestors though and even identified some new stones of "cousins".   Probably the stand out cemetery visit for comedic value was to the old part of Oakwood which turns out has some rather new parts tucked into it.  Diana was driving her Mazda 5, I was in the front trying to direct and Di's eldest daughter was in the backseat with her boyfriend.

Quite a few of the old side roads were not maintained, some roads were too washed out to risk.  But Diana made a right turn to go up a hill.  It was not on my directive, in fact I specifically said not to go there.  One side of the muddy road was 6 inches shorter than the other.  Clearly, Diana was channeling our Dad who would take us on the most terrifying rides up to his land on Woodchuck Hill in Gram's old white Falcon on a road that he often had to get out and repair before we could continue.  Dad knew his treacherous road well, when to gun it, when to tilt our collective body weight to one side or the other, when to brace for stomach swirling drops into pot holes whose true depths were hidden by muddy water.

But Diana was just winging it on this rainy day.  "I can make it" she boomed as the Mazda's plastic frame went airborne.  We landed and bounced back and for on the tires like a pinball caught between rubber bumpers. TILT!  We made it to the top of the hill in one piece only to see the road really was not meant for passing through.  Diana did a slippery three point turn in the elbow of a two hills and got us back down on the road.  Not before, in our vulnerable state of debating how to proceed, a lone man came out of the woods walking our way.   "Shit!" Diana screamed and rolled up all the windows and locked the door.  Nothing offensive about that. 

Down again on the "main" road we found the ends of the earliest part of the cemetery.  The chapels had been abandoned, the old pyramids to the kings of Syracuse were boarded up to stop further vandalism.  And just inside a woody corner, we found a lion sculpted for one brother by another.  The cemetery where the boy is buried wouldn't allow the monument. Oakwood was less restrictive and gave it a private lair of honor. 

Oakwood Cemetery doesn't need ghost stories, it is a pretty formidable place in parts.  Creepy and dangerous too.  Diana vocalizing distress at the sight of an unexpected person was how we all felt.  You ebb between a false sense of calm and a real sense of creep.  For example, at the lion, we were feeling a little stronger though we were moving as a pack and I kept one foot pointed toward the car.  But then Alice's boyfriend had to go up over a little hill in the woods to relieve himself.  He came back with a very odd paper mache, devil's mask.  Right, I'm out of here.  He left it on a bench but still the mind boggles as to what circumstance that brought that mask to that place and why we had to see it.

Undaunted by the devil, Diana decided we need to find the grave of Robert Garrow.  I remember when he escaped prison.  Diana was babysitting and I was with her because I didn't want to be home alone. I don't know if we heard about it in the morning or what because there was no cell service in the 70s.  But we were keeping a watchful eye for him everywhere.  I was certain he would turn up on our doorstep.  But I felt that about Big Foot too back then. 

We went to a new part and spread out.  We were further away from the woods now but that didn't stop two deer from wandering out among the stones to feed.  I didn't believe Garrow was buried in Oakwood since that is where his most famous victim was found.  Famous to us because, like us, she came from the Valley.  She was the unfortunate example held up to all local kids to not hitchhike.  Why would Garrow be buried here?  Finally, I brought up Find a Grave on my phone and sure enough not only was he in Oakwood but supposedly right near where Alicia Hauck had been found.  Her case was infamous because the role of attorney/client privilege was challenged by it.  Well, we found him and the rain was coming down again.  I don't know what I was supposed to feel.  All I felt was sorry for the people who owned the adjacent plots.  You can't pick your family but you should be able to put a clause in your plot purchase agreement that you don't want a serial killer moving in next door in the afterlife.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Reunions and Cemeteries and Cupcakes, Oh My!


I’m fat like a bloated tick from two week’s worth of trips to Green Hills Farms and the Ecklof Bakery.  My mind is swirling with new information and ideas of how my research should proceed.  And my heart has recharged from all the wonderful and generous friends I have met again or have finally met in person on this trip.   I’m lucky, happy and looking forward to sharing more history.

The first reunion was in Syracuse  with my HS friends.  It's only been 30 years so we all still look pretty damn good.  

I never had any interest in HS reunions before Facebook.  They just seemed forced and competitive by nature. Movies suggested them as the perfect venue for the once mighty to fall and the meek and geeky to rise. 
My love/hate relationship with Syracuse made it easy to just think I'd never go back.  No mom, no childhood home--and all the drama associated with feeling adrift in what was once my harbor made that the simplest choice.  

But then Facebook brought so many people back into my life and through the years the cream once again rose.  This is the second time, I've gone back just to spend an afternoon with these friends. And this time an extra night out on the town that is at once familiar and foreign to me. 

It was so much fun to hang with our adult versions while we laughed at the kids we once were. We've decided since we're getting older we shouldn't wait for every 5 years
 We thought it would be nice to travel around every few years and have one of us host a weekend.  I'm up for the first in summer 2016.  Sounds great to me.



Thursday, March 27, 2014

The Prodigal Courtier

I went to lunch with my husband yesterday and saw something I haven't seen in 30 years.  It was a little porcelain figure of a frou-frou, 18th C. French Courtier dressed in white and trimmed in gold.  He had a partner once.  She too had been dressed all in gold trimmed white.  Her greatly ruffled skirt ballooned out over an imaginary, whalebone hoop.  She wasn't at the restaurant though.  He seemed to have taken another lover with more color somewhere along the way.

I couldn't help myself, I reached for him surprised to find he wasn't securely fixed to prevent such a groping as the one I was about to give him.  Like King Kong and Fay Wray, I clutched him in my giant hand and stared into his eyes. I didn't think I'd ever see him again in my life and yet here he was keeping watch over the falafel eaters such as myself.  I turned him over to see what his mark was but instead I saw a bright pink, garage sale sticker that said $1.00.  The waitress walked by, "Is this really for sale," I asked?

I was told everything was for sale and so I placed him between Richard and myself and dug out a dollar for my prize.  Within minutes, the waitress came back, there had been a mistake my dollar went back in my bag and my courtier went back to his shelf.  Just like that, found, recovered, gone.  But the truth is, he wasn't the same guy I had back in the day.  The beautiful couple I had played with at Grandma Lucas' house until they became mine were long gone.  Smashed in fact, by my brother in an act of cruelty.

Here's the thing.  I didn't care.  I didn't mind when the waitress took him back.  She was mortified and I was really okay with it.  I didn't need him, it was just really nice to see him. Like an old friend I'd lost touch with that I chanced upon again.  The thing that struck me was how common he must have been in his time.  I thought he and his dancing partner were unique to my grandmother.  Something she alone had but my couple were New Yorkers.  This gentleman is clearly a Wisconsiner.  These figures were probably all over the country in the 1930s. 

Perhaps it was not as surprising to see him again as I would like to think.  Years ago, in the same Antique Shop on Metropolitan Avenue in Forest Hills, I saw Grandma Nye's exact green vase on a shelf.  The vase I was told was rare, Depression-era glass.  Meanwhile in the jewelry cabinet I saw the wedding ring that Mabel was given by her first husband.   I now look at these things as having been popular and numerous in their day.  Not in the same way people of a generation have a collective awareness of TV shows or songs--common experiences of an era.  These are material things dependent on taste and budget.  My family's possessions would not have been all that unusual in the scheme of things.  We all like to think we're unique but there's always crossover somewhere.

These material things come and go and turn up where we least expect them.  Diana lost a charm off Grandma Lucas' charm bracelet once.  It was our very favorite one--the artist's palette.  Di called me very upset and out of nowhere I came over very wise and told her "Everything is transient.  We had it once but now it's gone.  Life is just that way, you have to accept that and not lament its loss".  Seriously, I responded like that mostly because Diana needed me to even though I did feel a pang in my gut.  Fifteen years later I was on ebay and I found the exact charm that was lost.  The company who had made them and many other ones familar to me had gone out of business in the 1960s but somewhere, someone had the stock still and here it was being offered.  I bought one and gave it Diana for Christmas that year. 

Life and all who sail in her are transient but sometimes the road has roundabouts and familiar scenery.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Was Telling Someone Not to be Nervous Ever Helpful?

Alice Warn Cass (1880-1936)


Thursday 1913
Allen and I went to Jamestown to see the doctor.  We got some nerve pills.
Paid Aunt and Mort   $5.75
Paid Dr.                      $5.00
Spent                          $7.50
for dry goods

Tuesday 1934
It is fair out but very cold.  I got up quite early.  Fell went back to Albany.  Mab & Eleanor began their school again.  Carl fixed the chimney.  Mattie came.

Wednesday 1935
Herman and Mildred called.  The sun is shinning.  Mab went back to (?) school.

Thursday 1936
We took the Christmas tree out.


Nora Babcock Cass (1856-1932)

Thursday 1879
Today finds me well.  Taught school.  It is an awful, cold, stormy day boarding at O.E. Thayer's.  Little Flora is very sick.  I find my mind somewhat unsettled tonight. 


Frank Smith Cass (1851-1932)


Tuesday 1917
 Victor Long paid up his mortgage and I gave Allen $100 toward paying Alice's Dr. bill at the hospital.

Tuesday 1923

Rollie went up to Ivory to a Farmer’s Institute.  Willard started back to Ann Arbor College.  Gilbert Eccles died aged 81 years.

Wednesday 1924

Made a reach for Rollie’s Sleds.  Rollie drew manure.

Friday 1925

Rollie + Morris drew wood + manure in the forenoon.  Willard was here in the afternoon.  Rollie paid Erie Comstock + Mearle Cowan $40.

Saturday 1926

Got 1350 soft coal.  Drew up deed sent a contract to John A Wheeler for a Village Lot.

Sunday 1927

Rollie + Ester were here part of the day.  Morris went to church + Sunday school.

Monday 1928

Stormy day.  Rollie and Ester, Hugh and his wife called a while.  Rollie + Esther stayed all night.

Wednesday 1929

Stayed at home.

Thursday 1930

Ward Abbey was here and offered me $45 for the 5 stacks of Hay on the hill farm.

Friday 1931

Allen A. and Ruthie (Rustic’s?)came.  Allen stayed with me most of the afternoon.

Saturday 1932

Stayed at home Allen A. called.  He is starting back to Ann Arbor.  (very shakey hand)


Wednesday, January 1, 2014

The Wheel of the Year

Different Voices: Different Years

Frank m. Nora
                  Allen m. Alice                                                                          Rollin m. Esther   
                    1. Willard (m. Florence)                                                            1. Phyllis
                    2.  Dorothy
                    3.  Morris & (twin died in infancy, Marvin)
                    4.  Mabel (m. Stuart)
                    5.  Ruth  (m. Jack)
                    6.  Allen (aka Fell) dated Eleanor

Alice Warn Cass (1880-1936)

Wednesday, January 1, 1913

Ground buckwheat and took washing down to Mrs. Haley.  Frank and Morris came over in the morning. Allen came in with the New Year after being gone for four days.

Paid Gene Odell $1.00 for cutting wood

Monday January 1, 1934

Mild in the morning but cold at night.  Stayed home all day.  Rollie & Esther called.  in the evening we all visited.  Fell & Eleanor were here.

Tuesday, January 1, 1935

It has snowed all day.   Last night Earnest Bennett's house burned up in Fentonville.  We laid around all day and rested.

Wednesday, January 1, 1936

The sun shone all day.  Fell got home abut one o'clock.  Rollie & Phyllis came over.  Dot came over and swept for me.  Fell wen to the Nordus Club dinner and dance with Florence & Willard.


Nora Babcock Cass (1856-1932)

Wednesday January 1, 1879

"Happy New Year"  I spent the day at sister Emma's .  Frank came after me.  Had a fine ride back to school.  Stayed at his house all night .  My resolution is to do just as nearly right as possible with Jesus as my helper.  N.B.


Frank Smith Cass (1851-1932)

Sunday December 31, 1916

Ed Harrington lost his best horse, it got kicked and had to kill it.

Monday January 1, 1917

Nora and I went up to Joel Harrington's and visited with them and Mr. Maret's (?) folks.

Monday January 1, 1923     

Allen's folks were all here.  Carl Anderson and Dorothy, and Mary Dalrymple.

Tuesday January 1, 1924

A very stormy day did not do much.  Mrs. Ella Bingham was buried.

Thursday January 1, 1925

I was sick most all night.  Rollie went to a party below Fentonville.

Friday January 1, 1926

Willard was here a while in the morning.  Rollie came and stayed all night.  He is working at Dunkirk.

Saturday January 1, 1927

Rollie, Esther, Frank & Gunner & the Doctor were here.

Sunday  January 1, 1928

We all went to church.  Rollie came and stayed with us in the afternoon.
Tuesday January 1, 1929

We all stayed at home.  Ruth Nora came and stayed a little while towards evening.
Wednesday January 1, 1930

We all stayed at home.  Allen, Alice, Rollie, Esther, Phyllis and Ruth Nora were here a while.  Allen & Alice are thinking of going to Florida.

Thursday January 1, 1931

It snowed some.  I have a hard cold.  Rollie & Esther & Phyllis called a little while.
Friday January 1, 1932

Rollie & I went up to Mr. Davis's to see his cattle.


Meanwhile, up the road a piece in Worksburg (Falconer) another side of the family...

Alice Phetteplace Lucas (1846-1913)

Monday January 1, 1866

 Cloudy day and cold.  Emma went to town.  Finished our dresses.  Went to Sinclairville in the afternoon at 4 o'clock.  Got home at past ? in the morning.  Had a very good time.