My older brother had one 1/4" from his right eye that I gave him in
1944, when he passed away seven years ago. OTOH, the one from a pencil
in my shirt pocket, on the palm of my right hand seems to have worn
away since ~1950.
Thanks for sharing! Not only found it interesting, having grew up in
Marietta GA immediately thought of Mary Phagan for the first time in
many years. Long story short, she lived in Marietta and was murdered
in a pencil factory in Atlanta about 1913. The alleged murderer was
kidnapped from jail and lynched just outside of Marietta...
Most likely the case... Minor correction, Mary Phagan's family was
from Marietta and she is buried there but she was not living there
at the time. Read the wikipeda article earlier just after I posted.
Noticed it mentioned selling of souvenirs after the lynching.
Remember my father telling that when he was young (1920s - 30s) it
was still common to be shown a piece of the rope that hung Leo
Frank. Often kept in the family Bible no less. No doubt many of them
were fake as I recall from some source that all the local hardware
stores sold out of rope in the days following the lynching.
My father was convinced that one of his uncles was involved in the
lynching. Obviously not a major player since he does not appear in
either of the two lists which have been released in recent decades.
Oh, Harry Golden's A Little Girl is Dead was one of the (many)
sources for the wiki article. Read that many, many years ago and may
possibly have my fathers copy unless my brother ended up with it.
On Mon, 15 Jan 2018 09:33:56 -0500, William Bagwell
I think it's good to have some historical markers like that in your
family history, even if they're a little grisly. My ancestors scalped
Iroquois Indians for the bounty, so I'm familiar with that feeling.
With the proceeds they took up farming rocks in New Hampshire. <g>
It took the people of that area in southern NH a long time to wise up
and switch to dairy farming. Actually, what it took was probably
transportation to get milk and dairy products to market in Boston.
"In 1790, only the elite had ice for their guests. It was harvested
locally in winter and stored through summers in a covered well. Ice
production was very labor-intensive as it was performed entirely with
hand axes and saws, and cost hundreds of dollars a ton. By 1830,
though, ice was being used to preserve food and by the middle 1830s it
had become a commodity."
Sawing ice was the wintertime business for my grandfather and his
sons. We had a round ice house alongside of the pond in Bay Head (a
tiny village on the Great Bay next to Greenland -- now a housing
development, from what I can see on Google Earth). The ice was packed
in layers of sawdust and enough of it lasted to carry them through the
When I was a little kid, they still sawed some ice, by hand, because
my great uncle and aunt still had an icebox, and they also used it to
keep milk cool on its way to market.
Yeah, I recognize the saws. My grandfather's was a lot longer as I
remember it, but I was about 5 when I last saw the...er, saw, and it
looked big compared to me.
They'd load blocks of ice on a sledge and pull it up to the ice house
I never saw the ones in NJ, but there are photos of the boats and
fishing from the 1920s that show really big, round ice houses up the
beach. There were ponds for ice on the barrier islands and the pound
...would be hauled up the beach with horses, and pack the fish in
barrels with ice at the ice house, whereupon they were hauled off to
NYC by train.
My favorite tool was the ice plow. Nice picture about 4 pages down here:
I've come across a few in museums. One of those things that make me
wonder how many were made?
Dad had told me they would cut some from a pond on their farm. Store it
via sawdust like everyone else...
Ha. It looks like they purloined some copy from the earlier story that
It sounds like it was much the same all over, at least in the north. I
wonder what they did in southern states, where they didn't have much
ice? Did they eat rotten fish? d8-)
I also remember going with my dad to the town ice house, which had a
huge refrigeration system. It always smelled like ammonia from the
refrigerant leaks. It wasn't something I really enjoyed for that
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