Coming Home
While his years in the lumber camps of South Carolina must have entailed many hardships, my grandfather never said much about them except for the few amusing stories which he related to me.
His next stop was Cincinnati, where he worked for a carriage maker. It was here that he learned many of the skills that carried him through life. One of the most amazing things was how a 19 year old boy could manage to get a photo of himself back to Salisbury without any damage. This photo was made into two post cards. I have both of them. One was sent to my grandmother before they were married. The card, sent in 1908, was addressed to Josephine Kelly, 200 Second St., Salisbury, Md.
I went to look for this house and figured it was on the corner of Second and Pearl. There is nothing there now, so I figured that time had claimed another milestone in my life. Then I came across a book issued by the City of Salisbury in October, 1952. The City decided to renumber all the streets in Salisbury. This book gave all the old numbers with the corresponding new numbers. This has proved to be an invaluable tool in researching any address in Salisbury prior to October, 1952. The new address was 134 Second St. and there is a house on it. Verification of it being the same house was made through the comparison with a photo I have of her sister standing on the front porch in 1906. The post card he sent to her was cut into an oval and framed to be cherished her entire life, for it was always displayed prominently in their house. The other resides in my post card collection. As you can see by the photo of the card, he really dressed up to have his picture taken. He had also not started growing his moustache yet (or he wasn’t old enough to grow a decent one).
From Cincinnati, he went to Minnesota where he found work in the wheat fields. While there he became enamored of a certain young lady who was the owner’s daughter on the farm where he worked. I do know that he slept in the hayloft in the barn. Her parents never thought he was good enough for their daughter. He didn’t have any money and he didn’t have any land. So he returned to Salisbury in 1910 with hopes that he could make enough with his newfound skills to impress them when he returned. However, as my grandmother told me years later, when he returned she “set her little cap for him” and he never again moved away from Salisbury.
(This is part 6 of a 7 part story of my grandfather’s life – part 7 next week)
5 comments:
How is George doing? If there is an address we could send cards to wish him well.
Always enjoy your writing George.
After quadruple by-pass surgery, a colostomy, an iliostomy, an ulcer on the rhuematoid nodule on my right heel, the surgery to reverse the colostomy and iliostomy, the doctors say I am doing just great. This has been a year I would rather forget. I'm in the phone book. I live at 1033 E. Main St., Salisbury 21804. Thanks for all the nice comments. They keep me going.
My gosh, all of that in one year! Glad you're recovering.
And I do remember the renumbering; didn't realize it was so long ago. As I recall, they went around and wrote in stenciled numbers the new address on the curb in front of each house. My parents had moved into the Princeton Homes, which were only a few years then. We lived on Paul Street. Then they connected Paul Street to Roger, on the other side of field in back of Princeton Ave., and renamed the 3-block section of Paul in the Princeton HOmes to Roger St.
Love the stories of your grandfather, George, I log on to sbynews and search for them every week! Thanks for writing.
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