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Trigger Warnings - M. A High Mature Rating Includes explicit content, graphic descriptions of violence and injury, implied and descriptive acts of both physical and sexual assault. Strong Language throughout and explicit descriptions of childbirth and miscarriage.

This story is NOT entirely historically accurate. Please check your facts before criticizing my work! Alexander and Eliza get formally introduced at a Ball, both knowing instantly that they were meant to be. She sighed in frustration and pulled the infernal piece of ribbon from her hair and sat down on the chair beside her. Within minutes Angelica had turned Eliza's mane of hair into a neatly parted style, pulling half of it back and tying it in place with the 'infernal' piece of ribbon. Angelica laughed "He may like me but that doesn't mean that I like him, anyway Father has a match already lined up for me".

They both watched as Peggy swung around the door "Mama says if we want the carriage we have to leave in half an hour". Alexander laughed "surprisingly enough dear friend I do. Her sister Elizabeth, now that is territory I would very gladly charter". A woman like her will not give herself to you, you want her you must marry her" proclaimed Lafayette. Lafayette, your wife is in France, how do you manage to not get distracted" said Alexander. Lafayette smiled "Because when you find one woman who completes you, you find that other women become less to you.

When your wife is perfection itself, why would you want to settle for anything less". Lafayette laughed, "I am married and you are but a single bachelor, my legacy is secure, when will you secure yours? Alexander kicked Lafayette from under the table causing the whole party to laugh as Lafayette's wine flew off the table.

Across the ballroom, Eliza sat nervously. She had been silently watching Alexander all night and now she watched as Angelica walked arm in arm with him, heading her way. She brushed a wayward curl away from her face and rose, keeping her head up, shoulders back to push her chest forward and smiled. The night seemed to extend forever and both Alexander and Eliza wouldn't have wanted to spend it any other way. They had danced and talked well into the morning and it was only when Angelica came looking in the gardens did she find the pair happily watching the sun rise over the city.

Alexander sighed deeply and then laughed. He was glad that he not caused any serious offence. Her breathing quickened as she saw him lean in and gently wrap one hand around her face. Every instinct told her to lean into him and mere millimetres away from their lips touching Eliza heard her sister call her name.

Rising to her feet she dared to look at Alexander who shared the same look of disappointment and equal embarrassment. Eliza then hurried to her sister's side, bowed her head in recognition of Lafayette and quickly followed her sister back up the stone steps into the ballroom.

Lafayette sat down beside Alexander and shook his head and sighed, "Dear me, I never thought this day would come". Just In All Stories: Story Story Writer Forum Community. The story of Alexander Hamilton and Elizabeth Schuyler. Journeying through their courtship, the war, the births of their children, The Reynolds Pamphlet and the destruction that followed.

Edit from September I have gone back through these chapters and begun the slow process of rewriting and correcting.

Hi Guys, Please feel free to leave a review and add this story to your follows and favourites so you can get notified when I upload. Chapter Summary - Alexander and Eliza get formally introduced at a Ball, both knowing instantly that they were meant to be.

Angelica laughed "you will have to marry someday my darling" Eliza lifted her head up "I'm 23 not dead" "Even so, it is important that our country becomes settled, there are going to be plenty of rich and good looking bachelors at the ball, so us women must look our best," said Angelica walking to Eliza and plucking her hairbrush from the table. Eliza's eyes shot to her sister's "Alexander Hamilton" Angelica cocked an eyebrow "you do remember him?

Eliza blushed "do you really think so? He does like me? Eliza scoffed and laughed before breaking the hug "Angie, Eliza! Peggy gasped, obviously insulted by her eldest sisters remark. Peggy groaned and stomped out the room. Alexander laughed "I'm afraid not" "What about the delightful Schuyler sisters? Alexander paused "that gentlemen is uncharted territory even for me" "I bet you would like to chart some territory though wouldn't you Alexander" commented Laurens.

The group of men descended into laughter. Hamilton kissed his teeth "not really my type John" "Monsieur Hamilton I wasn't aware you had a type" teased Lafayette. Her sister Elizabeth, now that is territory I would very gladly charter" "Why don't you court her?

When your wife is perfection itself, why would you want to settle for anything less" "How very poetic," said Mulligan rolling his eyes. Eliza took a moment to understand the meaning of what he said and blushed "you are too kind Sir" "Miss Elizabeth, may I write to you? She looked up at him and smiled "I would like that very much but-" she stopped "But? She pulled away and quickly replied "Coming Angelica" Rising to her feet she dared to look at Alexander who shared the same look of disappointment and equal embarrassment.

Lafayette sat down beside Alexander and shook his head and sighed, "Dear me, I never thought this day would come" "What are you talking about?

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He would walk the floors late at night and slept little. Jesse died in Yoncalla in Douglas county April 22, at the age of seventy-seven. Has lived at various points in the valley. Was married in to Virginia Watson. Their children are Glendower, McClellan and Erie. Applegate was superintendent of schools for Polk County in , and member of the Legislature in Named in honor of his uncle Jesse Applegate, he was seen in most census records as Jesse A.

Many years later, Jesse would write a memoir of the trip across the plains entitled, "Recollections of My Boyhood. In the family settled on Salt Creek in western Polk County. They were there six years before the family moved to Yoncalla in Douglas county. He was superintendent of schools in Polk Co and a member of the Legislature in Jesse and his wife Virginia had at least six children; the U. Census showed Jesse as age 43 living with his wife Virginia, 39, and three sons and three daughters between the ages of four and nineteen.

Jesse's last years were spent at the Soldiers' Home in Roseburg, Oregon, where he was completely blind. He died in at the age of eighty-three, the same year as his younger brother Ivan.

He was a year old when he joined the emigration of with his parents. In in Douglas county he married Laura V. Bridges, the daughter of Rev. The couple resided at Yoncalla, Douglas county, Oregon until their death. They were the parents of seven children: Annie Lola , Bertha A. John died January 2, and his wife died Feb 21, As a young man he moved to St.

The family resided in Missouri, raising their family. The letters he sent back about the new land encouraged the Applegates and Waldos to join him.

Armed with his guidebook, the families joined the emigration of Upon arrival they spent the first winter in the abandoned buildings of the Willamette Mission north of Salem. The following spring they moved into what is now Polk County.

In Lindsay purchased the toll road leading from Northern California to Southern California and went to reside in Siskiyou Mountains. In he was the captain of a volunteer company to protect incoming emigrants and in , a member of the Legislature representing Jackson county. In Lindsay was an interpreter for the Klamath-Modoc Indian Treaty and served as a sub-agent until the military took over in He resided in Jackson county until his death on November 28, Lindsay and Elizabeth were the parents of: Louis, Missouri, in , and about three years later he joined General Ashby s fur company, and participated in an expedition into the country of the hostile Indians.

Louis he was married in to Elizabeth Miller. He served in the Black Hawk war. Set out for Oregon in May, , and settled in Polk County. The expedition of the above year was, probably, the most important of all the movements of that sort whose direction was to this State, and Lindsay Applegate, with his brothers, Charles and Jesse, were the moving spirits therein.

Its details are elsewhere set forth. In he, with Jesse Applegate, sought out the Southern Immigrant Route, by which, in that year, a considerable number of pioneers entered this State. In he went to California by land, and returned during the same year by water. In he joined General Lane in pursuit of the deserting regulars from Vancouver.

In the same year he served as special Indian agent under Gen. Commanded, in , a company of volunteers who enlisted to combat the Rogue River tribes, but was not in action.

In he purchased the toll road leading from Northern California to Southern Oregon, and went to reside on the Siskiyou Mountains. In he was chosen captain of a volunteer company, whose object was to protect incoming immigrants, and set out to patrol the southern route from Klamath eastward.

Was a member of the Legislature of Oregon in , and was likewise special Indian agent. Served at Klamath, as such, until Resides at Ashland, Jackson County. He was five years old during the crossing of While crossing the plains, the boy, perhaps tired of walking on such a hot day, hid out in the wagon drive by George Beale, from whom the Applegate children had been told to stay away.

Beale would later commit murder, but even in , it could be seen that he was an unsavory character. Beale was driving the wagon up a steep hill, applying the whip heavily to the oxen. At last they just stopped and the wagon began rolling down the hill backward. Beale jumped out and the wagon crashed, dumping food everywhere. Lisbon was crying and covered in flour, but no one then realized how seriously he was injured.

After his accidents, Lisbon began to periodically have seizures. Then the seizures became a daily occurrence and before long he was confined to a wheel chair. Finally, the boy that had so much promise became totally bed ridden and incapacitated. Despite the loving care that was showered upon him, his ability to speak deteriorated and his attic room became his prison from which there was no escape.

He died November 22, at the home of his deceased parents that he shared with siblings. He was buried in the cemetery at Yoncalla. He was one year old when the family started for Oregon. After settling in Polk County for a brief period of time, the family moved to Douglas County where they resided until shortly after the census was taken.

It was then that the family moved to the Ashland area in Jackson County, where his father operated the toll booth on the road over Siskiyou Summit. The family established a close relationship with the Indians both in Yoncalla and in the Ashland area. Lucien helped his father to establish the Klamath Indian Agency and Lucien himself became the superintendent of farming there for the Indians.

On June 9, , at Ashland, he married Margaret E. Grubb, who crossed the plains in In he moved his family to Swan Lake Valley in Klamath County where he worked 5, acres of hay and grain and raised livestock. He prospered and in Margaret and Lucien celebrated their fiftieth wedding anniversary with family and friends on the Brookside Ranch where they had lived 46 of their 50 years together.

They were the parents of six children: Margaret died in and Lucien died January 4, Lucy was the eldest daughter of the family and was well liked by all. As a young woman, Lucy injured an eye, blinding herself in that eye. After that her popularity with young men ceased, and Lucy never married. She inherited the old Charles Applegate home upon her mother's death in and continued to live there until her death July 3, at the age of eighty.

In he went to the Yoncalla country where he took a land claim in the Hayhurst Valley near the Applegate family. Brilliant, versatile and well-educated, he taught school, practiced law, and in was a state legislator. In president Lincoln appointed him Supt. Selling his farm, he moved to Salem where he died June 3, , less than two weeks after the death of his young son.

After the death of her first husband Mary married John E. Mary died December 23, Mary was the mother of two sons by her first husband: He was named in honor of Robert Shortess, a family friend who had emigrated to the Oregon Territory in He died October 17, at Yoncalla.

After moving with her family to Polk County in the spring of she met Charles Putnam, a young printer from Lexington, Kentucky who had arrived with the emigration of They were married shortly thereafter on December 12, When the Applegate family moved to Douglas County the Putnams went with them.

They settled on a land claim and started a family that eventually reached eight in number: Rozelle Putnam was the first woman to set type in the Oregon territory. Rozelle, like her sister Harriet, died of consumption.

Her husband sent her to her parents' home so her mother could nurse her. She died at the age of twenty-nine. Jesse and Cynthia reared the motherless children after their mother's death.

Charles spent much of his time at the Applegate home thereafter. In he went to the Idaho gold fields with his Applegate brothers-in-law and cousins, also taking his eldest son, Charles Putnam Jr.

March 11, she married Robert C. SMITH, who was also an emigrant of They settled in Douglas County where they farmed and raised their seven children: Robert Smith died in and Susan died nine years later on December 30, April 20, she married Gen. They were the parents of Lindsay , Lydia T. Theresa died Feb 9, in Jackson County, Oregon.

By the Jackson County census Gen. McCall had remarried Mrs. His family left the other immigrants at Fort Walla Walla, purchasing boats to navigate down the Columbia to Fort Vancouver. The boat in which Warren was a passenger capsized, and he, his cousin Edward, and old family friend Alexander McClellan perished.

It was truly a tragic end to a gargantuan effort for the boy, who, like the others, walked most of the way to Oregon. He died just before entering the promised land of the Willamette Valley. For the Applegate family, half-starved, facing the rains of winter, it must have indeed been gloomy. Warren's body and those of the others were never found.

While not enumerated as an emigrant of he certainly qualifies as an early pioneer of that time period. William is shown in most census records as Henry Applegate until and when he is listed as William Henry Applegate.

The census lists his occupation as dairy farmer. Henry and Nancy were the parents of seven children: Henry died January 3, in Jackson county, OR. She is seen in documents interchangeably as Priscilla and Brazilla.

In they joined family and friends to make the journey to the west. They settled in Washington County where they farmed and raised their family. Priscilla died at Hillsboro October 11, When John was five years old the family moved to Jackson County, Missouri.

Further mention of Eleanor has not been found so it is assumed she died young. A little over three years later the family joined the emigration to the Oregon Territory. John obtained, at great expense, a female hound from the most celebrated kennel in England and a male Cuban bloodhound. These animals were in great demand for tracking bear, panther, wolf, wildcat and fox which were killing domestic stock. In , John married Mary Jane Malone, possibly the sister of his first wife. The family is enumerated in the Clackamas County census but by they are living in Yamhill County.

Six years later Mary Jane filed for divorce against John and by he is living in Umatilla County with his brother, Robert. Mary Jane and the children are living at Forest Grove next door to her brother, Richard. In the census John has moved back to Yamhill County and is living in the household of Madison Malone. In December of Madison Malone died and John moved once again; this time back to Clackamas County where he reportedly remained until his death.

It does not appear that he married again. John and Mary Jane were the parents of Rosetta E. Settled in Yamhill County, near McMinnville. Lived afterwards in Lane County. Married, in , Mary J. Has family of four living children Sophronia G. Arthur, who also belonged to the aforesaid party, died in The family now resides in Salem. Mahala emigrated west with her parents and siblings in Also involved in this adventure was one Samuel Cozine, a blacksmith who was seven years her senior.

They were married in Clackamas County on March 29, The new family moved to Yamhill County where they raised their family. They lived in the McMinnville area their whole married life. Samuel died March 20, and Mahala died April 20, Little is known of Mary.

In May the ship, Fama, arrived bringing Nathan P. Nathan, aged 33, married the sixteen year old Mary in Clackamas County c They remained there through the census and then it is reported that the family moved to California where Mary died.

Although Melissa is listed as an emigrant of , no information has been found on her. It is possible she was married shortly after arrival. The family settled in Washington County where they farmed and raised their family: Emily , William Henry , Robert B. Richard was a well known farmer in the area and received numerous awards for his livestock and crops.

He was active in the politics of the area and was on the board of the Washington County Agricultural Society. He died July 22, at Hillsboro. Robert was sixteen when the family started for Oregon. He resided with the family until Jul 27, when he married Catherine Maria. They settled in Clackamas County where Robert was a farmer. She died four years later in November Robert and Malinda were the parents of William P. In the Umatilla County census Robert is enumerated with wife, Fidelia.

By the census they had been married 36 years. At that time Fidelia was shown as the mother of six children but it appears they may have been from a prior marriage.

He was a furniture-maker and a farmer. The Atheys were flooded badly in the great flood of December Grand Island was completely innundated and the nearby towns of Wheatland and Champoeg were destroyed. The family then moved to Rachel's property in Polk County astraddle the Yamhill County line south of present-day Hopewell.

Rachel died in and Bill in He was seventy-nine years old. Both are buried in the Hopewell Cemetery. In addition to the present website his Sources included: It is unknown at this time if he came first in but it is noteworthy that he settled in Benton Co along with many members of the emigration and there were several young men in the emigration who returned east to bring back family.

Francois Badeau, who had been with me in both expeditions; during which he had always been one of my most faithful and efficient men. He was killed in drawing toward him a gun by the muzzle; the hammer, being caught, discharged the gun, driving the ball through his head.

We buried him on the banks of the river. In he made a trip to California, but returned in , having participated in the hostilities between the Americans and -Mexicans. Baker's present address is Lafayette, and his occupation is farming. At the age of nineteen he emigrated to Missouri. Two years later he married Catherine Blevins, the mother of his present family of four children-William D. He set out with his family for Oregon along with the important immigration of With the party were one hundred and twelve wagons drawn by oxen, making a very imposing train, which was six months on the way, and obtained all the usual experiences attendant upon that long and arduous journey.

Arriving in Oregon, Mr. Baker became the first settler between " the two Yamhills". In the early years of his residence he was troubled somewhat by the depredations of mischievous Indians, who killed his stock and made themselves detested and feared.

Baker, unwilling to endure such ills, raised a company of volunteers and pursuing the ravagers gained a decisive victory over them, killing two of the miscreants and removing from the others any further desire to brave the white man's wrath. This position he held for four years, and when the Territorial Government was organized by General Lane, his appointment was continued for an additional term of two years.

While performing the duties of sheriff in the new and unorganized region, he gained many unique experiences. He narrates how, when in charge of the first jury impanelled at Lafayette, he asked instructions of the presiding judge as to where he should take them to deliberate, the judge replied with a touch of humor born of much experience with domestic animals, "Stake out the foreman, and I guess the others will stay around"; This learned judge was A.

Skinner, a very useful and careful judge and, withal, an exemplary citizen, who became Indian agent at a later date, and was for a time settled in Rogue River Valley on the first donation claim ever taken in that beautiful region.

In one McCormack was tried, found guilty and sentenced to three years imprisonment for an infamous crime. The trial occurred at Lafayette, and from lack of either a county jail or a State penitentiary, the judge remanded the convict to the care of the sheriff, to be kept until the county commissioners could meet and make provision for his imprisonment.

Private instructions were given that in case the commissioners did not act, that the prisoner should be allowed to take French leave. This course was followed and the guilty man escaped. Such was the course of justice in the early days, where the absence of courts and the machinery of the law made it impossible to properly punish crime. Baker now resides at McMinnville. He is the proprietor of a square mile of valuable land, in the immediate vicinity of the town, of the richest and most productive quality.

No records found on him. He came back to Umatilla, OR after his wife passed away in , and is buried with his parents and two of his brothers in the Olney Cemetery. He passed away Nov. She was seven years old at the time of the crossing of the plains. The Beagles left their St. Clair County, Missouri, home with the Applegates for the rendezvous at Westport.

There she and Charlotte "Lottie" Matheny [Kirkwood] and began a life-long friendship. In she married Waymon Clark Hembree, who had crossed the plains in with his family. They lived in Lafayette, Yamhill County, Oregon. Nancy died in at the age of seventy-eight and was buried with the Hembrees in the Masonic Cemetery in McMinnville, Oregon.

Waymon died in In the Beagles joined with the Applegates in St. Clair County, Missouri, and headed for the rendezvous to organize an emigrant party at Westport, Missoui. The family first settled in the Tualatin Valley upon arrival in Oregon. In the fall of , he and his family left their home six miles from Eugene and moved to Jacksonville, in Southern Oregon, where gold had been discovered.

From there he moved to Humboldt County, California, where he ran cattle. He and his brothers John and Jim participated in the Idaho gold rush in , selling out his land in Humboldt County and moving his family to Yamhill County, Oregon. After awhile in the gold fields, Perry moved his family to La Grande, Oregon, where he earned a livelihood packing supplies by mule train to the mining camps. He then sold out his mule train to his brothers and moved back to the Willamette Valley near McMinnville.

In he moved to Paradise Valley near Moscow, Idaho. There, for fifteen years, he freighted goods from the railroad line to Moscow. After his wife died, he joined with his brothers Frank and Ben prospecting and running a mule train. Later he and they bought a ranch together and raised cattle and horses for eleven years until they sold out and moved to Pendleton, Oregon.

From there, he and a sister and two brothers moved to Virginia, but they were not happy there. They returned to Oregon, where Perry settled in the Umpqua Valley.

Curtis in and outlived her as well. He died that year and was buried in the cemetery there. Clair County, Missouri, when he joined with the Applegates to head to the rendezvous at Westport for the emigration. He had married his wife, Lucinda [Thompson] Beagle in Later the family moved to Umatilla County, Oregon. There he was on the first town council of Pendleton, Oregon. He is buried at the Olney Cemetery at Pendleton.

He had been born in in Boutetourt County, Virginia, in ; so he was nineteen in In Missouri he taught school near the Applegates. Applegate had been hit with a switch by him while his student. In Beale was hired by the Applegates as a teamster to drive a wagon containing mainly flour and bacon. There was something not right about the man even in Beale became drowsy and Jesse took hold of the ox whip and was enjoying himself cracking the whip over the oxen when he slipped off the leather trunk he was sitting on and fell under the wagon and was run over.

Another time Lisbon Applegate sneaked into the wagon Beale drove and hid among the barrels. They were going up a steep hill and Beale whipped the oxen to a fast speed. Suddenly the wagon stopped and began to roll backwards. Beale jumped off the wagon and the wagon rolled down the hill and crashed. Lisbon was covered with flour and crying but no one realized then that the accident had ruined Lisbon's life.

Beale returned to St. Clair County, Missouri, after a few years in Oregon. There he met his first wife, Sarah. They married March 12, In Beale again crossed the plains and settled in Salem, Oregon. His wife died in He later married Mariah S. Taylor, who had crossed the plains in in the same wagon train as Beale. In Beale was running a saloon in Salem. He became obsessed with the money that Daniel Delaney, Sr. He was determined to have it and manipulated a man named George Baker into helping him steal the money and killing Delaney.

People came from miles around to watch the hanging. I'll bury him at my place. Beale was forty-one at the time of his death, May 17, Applegate, then an attorney in Salem, was fond of saying, "The only teacher who ever hit me got hanged.

Why don't they hang her? William Bailey; Bailey and Beale had spent the night drinking wine when an argument ensued; Beale left house but when Bailey went outside to investigate a noise he was hit on the head and stabbed in the shoulder; Beale was acquitted for lack of evidence; there is no indication that he ever returned east; served under Capt.

Nesmith in a company sent to Southern Oregon to protect the settlers during the Indian uprisings. Daniel Delaney as a companion; later married and raised a family in Salem; well respected. Paul, Marion Co; the school closed during the gold rush and never reopened; died in Marion County in She was blessed with a remarkable memory and upon her 91st birthday she declared she was the youngest one there". She went to CA in with her husband and several of their children.

The family is listed in the and Sonoma Co census records. Almeda died in Sonoma Co in and John in Bailey, voiced her own opinion as to how said wife got the disease ; however, his marital entanglement was solved by an unusual night meeting of the legislature that voted him a divorce; his business association with the firm of Brooks and Barlow was discontinued when the business was destroyed during the great flood; he moved to Washington Co where he died Dec Clark and Tabitha Moffatt Brown; returned to MO in and brought family to Oregon in ; resided in Washington Co for 20 years; moved to Marion Co and resided there until his death; also see Located a donation land claim a mile north of Forest Grove.

Returned to Missouri in , and brought his family to Oregon in Resided in Washington County for twenty years, then removing to Salem, and lived there until Died May 5, McCarver; in organized a "California Party" at Oregon City which included men and 50 women; first American governor of California; recollections published in "Recollections of An Old Pioneer".

They settled on land that is now part of the city of Gladstone in Clackamas County, Oregon. This house still stands. He was a gunsmith and had a shop at the north end of the old toll bridge where the present 82nd Street Bridge now stands.

He had bought the bridge from Charles T. Ad and his wife had five children: Ad wanted to insure his children's education, so he built a small school on his property in This portion of the Cason land is now Chataqua Park in Gladstone.

Occupation, farmer; residence, Oregon City. Wife s previous name, Eliza J. Fendal died in Was a farmer by occupation, and died near Oregon City in Wife s previous name was Rebecca R. April 3, ; relationship to Fendall is unknown. John Chiles and Capt. Richard Ballinger, both of Virginia.

It was commissioned by his granddaughter. Joseph is also talked about in "California Trail" by George Stewart. They had four children: He then went to California in the Bartleson-Bidwell party, the first wagon train to make it over the Sierra Nevadas in Joseph was a widower and had left his four children in the care of his brother, Joel Franklin Chiles, and Joel's wife Azubah Skinner Chiles. He made seven trail blazing trips back to Jackson County.

From his second marriage he had five children: There are three of Joseph's homes still standing. Two are in the Napa Valley and one in Chiles Valley. Through the years, many Chiles nephews joined their uncle. Some stayed in California. The mill stone which Joseph brought over the Sierra Nevadas and placed in his mill in Chiles Valley is on display outside the State Capitol in Sacramento.

In he also led one of the first wagon trains to cross Carson Pass. Joseph transported a mill stone across the Sierra Nevada Mountains and established a flouring mill on his ranch in Chiles Valley, a feat which landed him seven Spanish leagues from the Mexican government.

He was among the founders of Yolo County, California, and had a beautiful home in Sacramento at one point. Cooper; settled in Washington County and is enumerated there in the census; by the mid s had moved to CA where he is enumerated in the Fresno County, CA census; he died there c After his arrival he lived in Oregon City two years; then moved to Yamhill County and settled on the land where the McMinnville College now stands; he still owns part of the claim.

Married Miss Mahala Arthur in , and has had eight children, five of whom are deceased. The living are Lucretia, Pleasant, and Auburn L. Cozine is a blacksmith by occupation, and lives at McMinnville. Owns one hundred and seventy -five acres of land and city property. We began to be uneasy at Derosier's absence, fearing he might have been bewildered in the woods We were happy to see Derosier appear in the eveing.

He came in, and, sitting down by the fire, began to tell us where he had been. He imagined he had been gone several days, and thought we were still at the camp where he had left us; and we were pained to see that his mind was deranged. It appeared that he had been lost in the mountain, and hunger and fatigue, joined to weakness of body and fear of perishing in the mountains, had crazed him.

Joseph, MO until spring of ; see list. Joseph, MO until spring of ; see listing. One man named Doak who could not swim, he was thrown on a feather bed and flung on a rock. He remarked afterwards that he always like feather beds"; daughter that was born in is shown in the census living with her grandfather, no mention of her parents are found so it is assumed they are deceased.

Traveling with Nancy and Absalom in were their children: Hembree, 3; and their son William Jasper, an infant born in late or early The baby died crossing the plains.

In Oregon the Hembrees had other children: Nancy survived him by thirty years, dying in in Lafayette, Oregon. Dougherty, Lindsay Tharp and Parson Reading and arrived at Fitzhugh Mill, a place of rendezvous for those wishing to go to Oregon; was appointed Justice of the Peace of the Provisional Government in ; went to the CA gold mines in ; moved to the Puget Sound country in where he served as county commissioner and probate judge; father of four boys and four girls.

Susan EAST 18 Charles was born in NY and is probably a brother of Nathan listed below; settled in Thurston Co, Washington; in he is living there with his children, the youngest age 2 years old and no wife; in he is listed as a stockman and has 1 son living with him and he has no wife listed; by he is not found in the census and it is presumed he is deceased.

Howell and Elbridge Edson [sic]. Circumstances too numerous to mention. Eldridge was born in in New York. He settled in Yamhill County, Oregon. The Garrison family had been on the trail in also. This may have been our subject, but it could be a kinsman with the same name. Later Eldridge and Polly moved to Washington Territory. Polly died prior to Most folks, once they arrive, disappear into the woods to cabins and cottages. A hundred people is a large turnout at a softball game, or at a joint church service such as they held Sunday morning, the Church of the Transfiguration in Pointe aux Pins hosting parishioners from the Coast Guard Chapel on the east end.

I have visited here some 30 times -- counting several summers here in my childhood -- and have spent a little over two years of my life as best as I can estimate enjoying these throwback environs. A small percentage of a life pretty well lived. This existence would be much less than it is without this place, this feel, these personal journeys I take to Bois Blanc and its pristine shores.

A deer in the field beside Hawk's Landing; the wreck of the Bibles' home; a young woman on the East squad hits a double. Blast from a pivotal past It was perhaps the pivotal day in the history of The Odessa File. Starting the website had been significant, but keeping it going was proving somewhat difficult.

I had been covering Odessa-Montour sports since starting the website in the winter of the school year, and did so again at the start of the fall sports season. That was the idea -- to cover that one school and the two communities that made up its name. As I arrived, I saw a player on the Watkins team go down -- hard -- as she stopped a ball with her face.

Photography was better over there, and I needed all the help I could get -- as I was just learning action photography, really.

I asked someone who the girl lying on the field was. The game had been stopped, and she was being tended to. My first thought was: But then common sense took over: God, I hope she's okay , I amended my thinking. As I was walking along the sideline, I heard a voice to my left, from a man leaning against the fencing that circled the track. I was immediately on guard, for I had found, much to my chagrin, that starting a website like this was not something immediately embraced.

I had been getting some pushback from the school and from coaches reluctant to contact me after games. I had also been interviewed by a TV reporter who asked rather rudely what gave me the right to do what I was doing. I told him it was the same thing that gave him the right to stick that microphone in my face and ask me such a question: Now, facing toward the man leaning against the fence at the O-M athletic field, I sized him up: I ambled over, leaned against the fence next to him, and asked: I want you to cover Watkins Glen sports.

I thought that taking on another school -- when I was having enough difficulty settling in at O-M -- was a little too daunting. But as we talked some more, he reiterated the invitation. He thought my presence, my coverage of sports, would be well received down the hill. He called me several times over the next week -- persistently asking the same thing. See how it goes? Eventually, I tired of his tenacity, and relented. I figured the only way I would get him to stop was to go down to Watkins, as he asked.

But a funny thing happened when I got there to cover a girls soccer game. Most of the kids seemed to know who I was, and welcomed me. And so I quite surprisingly enjoyed the experience, and decided to try another sport at Watkins, another game And in so doing, I soon found advertisers in Watkins Glen. My basic support went from mostly donations to mostly advertisements, and the ads grew in number The income from ads had not grown fast enough to make what I was doing viable from an economic standpoint.

Another job -- another path -- seemed a reasonable option. But in one of our final conversations, Susan had urged me to continue.

And mere weeks later, they did. The seeds that had been sown by my move to Watkins Glen -- a process begun on the day that Desiree Ellison stopped a soccer ball with her face -- started germinating. I told Desiree about that day after she had contacted me last week in her role as Executive Director of the Wounded Warrior Amputee Softball Team, which plays slow-pitch games around the country and was in our area for a contest against the Elmira Pioneers at Dunn Field.

I had gotten to know her that senior year of hers, after her soccer wound had healed and she was back in action. She was looking for some publicity for the game in her first visit here with the team since taking over as Executive Director some months ago. We talked at length when she called, and she invited me to a cookout at the home of her parents, Will and Dodie Hrynko, in Burdett, on a acre spread overlooking Seneca Lake.

It was a party thrown for the players, so I got a closeup look at them a day before the game and got a sense of the camaraderie that helps carry them from city to city for 25 or so events -- individual games and tournaments -- each year. I actually arrived early, and so got a chance to talk to Desiree before the party got rolling.

She told me about the road she took to her current job -- school, more school, a position with the Syracuse Chiefs baseball team, other jobs and, currently in addition to everything else on her plate , pursuit of a PhD. And she talked about the Wounded Warrior team. That effort is in the form of a camp, where the team plays softball with the kids and interacts through other games, bonding and showing the kids that they are not alone in the world.

When the kids come to camp, said one player, they have a tendency to hide behind their parents, but by the end they are clinging to the players, not wanting to leave.

And it is one that Desiree is crazy about. She learned about the team several years ago, when she was working for the Chiefs, when they hosted the Amputee squad.

She was smiling, too, at the game against the Pioneers at Dunn Field in Elmira the next night. The visitors started fast, with three runs in the first inning, but then were blanked for three innings and fell behind But then, as the rain intensified, so did the Warrior offense -- the team scoring five runs in the 5th inning and then three in the 7th to win going away, The crowd was happy, the players on both sides seemed happy -- and while I had by that time lost track of Desiree Ellison, I assume she was happy too.

After the game ended, and being fairly drenched, I made my way to my car and, as I pulled away, I heard and felt what seemed like someone pounding on my car roof. It took me a few moments to realize it was the sounds of a fireworks show over the stadium behind me. Most of the crowd had stayed for that -- a traditionally patriotic conclusion to an evening honoring patriots who, despite the loss of limbs, had risen to the occasion and showed what they show crowds dozens of times each year and what they show those kids at camp: Life can rob you of so many things, but courage and determination can more than even the score.

I scrapped my column By Charlie Haeffner O dessa, NY, July 18, -- I wrote another column for this space -- one that rambled on and on, and that I ultimately found boring, and that I jettisoned. The primary reason for the rejection: It had to do with the fact that the Legislature stood virtually alone for those four years among area governments and businesses, almost all of whom were adamantly opposed to the project. It had to do with the environmental concerns in an area that depends on tourism -- an economic driver that could go horribly awry with a single ecological catastrophe.

It had to do with the protests that followed that initial resolution -- the hundreds of arrests that ensued in the following months, and the clogged court up in the Town of Reading. It had to do with the folks on the Legislature who voted for the storage, and those who voted against it, and their reasons, where given. It had to do with the misguided notion by the Legislature chair that the storage proposal, four years ago, was about to be approved by the governor.

That seemed like a big duh. I scrapped that column. It was too easy to beat up on a Legislature that stood alone for so long, seemingly fighting reason. She's a remarkable businesswoman who spearheaded the facility in Montour Falls that houses cats and dogs. Our animal friends are so very much better off thanks to her.

Her name came to my attention when someone nominating her asked if I could be used as a reference. I said yes, of course.

So, the number of females that I and various readers have spotlighted is growing: Belle Cornell, Jane Delano, Dr. But the count right now is 39 men and 5 women in the Hall of Fame. That disparity needs to change if the Hall hopes to retain a sense of validity. Balloting is currently under way.

Click here to access a nomination form. I recently watched one of those wonderful black-and-white classic films -- "Meet John Doe," a Frank Capra-directed gem starring Gary Cooper as the title character and one of my favorite actresses, Barbara Stanwyck.

What struck me upon this viewing it had been a few years since I had last seen it was the passion with which the average man and woman portrayed in the film embraced the idea of helping their neighbors.

Back then, the chief forms of communication were radio and newspapers -- in this case a crooked, bad-guy-owned newspaper that spewed dare I say? Now, lo these 77 years later, we have much greater communication through the internet, but instead of drawing us together, it divides us.

The newspapers now aren't as vile as the one in "John Doe," but with press reporters now doubling as media read that TV darlings, and with the rise of Fox news as a sort of extension of the governmental right, the effect is the same. The hero of "John Doe" threatened to jump off a very high tower as a form of protest. With today's lack of decorum, extreme and growing divisiveness, truth twisting, extensive welfare, religious extremism, toothless representatives and senators, government corruption I'm thinking mainly of Albany, but Washington fits, too , rampant pornography, an opioid epidemic, and the absence, for far too long, of the Brooklyn Dodgers, that form of protest rings truer now, I think, than it did in the film.

For those unfamiliar with it, the film ends on an up note, with John Doe stopping short of jumping, carrying his ladylove to safety and, embraced by the common folk, effectively snubbing his nose at the nasty multimedia publisher-curmudgeon. Nowadays, John would have been ripped to pieces by either the left or right or both in the blink of an internet eye. Analysis prevails now, to the nth. Talking heads propound, and media wannabes spew their bile on blogs.

Viral, instead of a type of illness, becomes a communicable way of life: Most everyone who commented agreed with the names I proffered, and some added others, in each case the name of a woman -- for it is hard to refute the fact that a male majority in the Hall of Fame makes it something of a boys club. The past four induction classes have seen an male advantage -- good picks individually, but completely gender unbalanced.

Other names suggested to me since that column was published have included Belle Cornell and Jane Delano, local figures of historical import. Blanche Borzell was suggested, too.

She is a longtime and highly respected physician and coroner. Add to that Carol Bower, the grand caterer who has long provided meals on site and at her home on Cass Road. I would hasten to add Kate LaMoreaux, a Watkins Glen High School swim coach of amazing success who still oversees an annual summer swim program and plays a mean dulcimer.

I offer them with the thought that perhaps a reader might have missed a great opportunity for entertainment, and finds it mentioned here. Things have quieted down tremendously since graduations, and the heat index has gone sky-high. It was over yesterday and today.

With summer here and thus no high school sports, my job has eased up, and just in time. I have to start thinking about the future in judicious terms. My annual visit to Bois Blanc Island in northern Michigan should help me recharge. I subsequently got a fairly clean bill of health from the doctor, but he also reminded me that old age comes to us all, and with it diminishing wells of energy. As long as my mind is sharp and my health holds, I will keep going It's Hall of Fame time The search is on for Schuyler County Hall of Fame nominees.

That word comes from the Chamber of Commerce, the moving force behind the Hall of Fame. The Hall, instituted in , is a gathering of late and living Schuylerites who have passed a strict screening to become members.

The list of the Hall of Fame members is not long -- just 44 entrants -- and the selection process less than consistent. It was held annually at its beginning, in the mids, and then took a break of three years, and then a break of another seven years. Then boom, boom, boom -- three straight years with inductions -- and then four off, and three off, and most recently a break of two years.

The membership list encompasses agricultural standouts, political standouts, legal standouts, a woman devoted to the county history, a couple of doctors, educational standouts, and business standouts. Who this next time? Well, I would start with Jim Guild, a man of business foresight and a force in the downtown business community. His operations take up nearly a block of Franklin Street. Business visionary, religiously oriented, a landlord of several properties, Rotarian.

The man is always thinking, and always doing. Some consider him a maverick, which might put him on the outside looking in, but I think the selectors should strongly consider opening that door to him. I would continue with J. This is a man of compassion who has helped many people over the years, including yours truly. Good God, what else do you need to do for induction?

And I would heartily endorse the recently departed Frank Steber -- longtime and popular Watkins Glen teacher, and later a columnist Seneca Spectator for the local weekly and the author of three historical novels based right here in our historic backyard: He also served as president of the Watkins Glen Library board and the Schuyler County Historical Society, and had a wide circle of friends drawn to the gentleman he was.

The last time I saw him, not long before his passing, he was selling and signing his books at the Historical Society Museum, and said he was planning another novel. Alas, that will not happen. But the Hall of Fame can. Beyond that, we need more diversity. I would suggest for instance that women be given a much closer look.

Right now, there are only five female members of the Hall of Fame: We can do better than that. And while she predated Schuyler County, she was right here once, and historically significant: Or how about former Watkins Glen Mayor Judy Phillips, who has a long and distinguished history of public service?

Or chronicler extraordinaire Glenda Gephart? Do you have a favorite or favorites? You can put in your two cents worth with the Chamber of Commerce until July Now that the year is ending And celebrations have ensued.

We held our Top Drawer 24 party with only minor hiccups. Each party offers a new challenge or two, even after 13 years. Sports awards have been distributed. Meanwhile, signs of summer have arrived. And a carnival with it. And all great fun. And round and round we go But one day, the lottery or a sugar mama or some other stroke of luck willing, I will take the leap.

Turns out that he actually leaped from a moving train, and was removed from the scene by the current-day Willoughby Funeral Home. I trust I have a stronger sense of self-preservation than that. I just have to pace myself. My doctor and my meds tell me so. I used to be athletic -- on the high school varsity baseball team. I developed some power left-handed. I could run rather fast, and throw bullets.

Now, if I try to run, my left foot damaged last winter and my right knee the winter before scream out at me in protest. Even without those maladies, speed is not in my arsenal any longer. Nor, I suspect, is my ability to send a ball over an outfield fence. And my arm was never the same after a rotator cuff injury. It's enough, on occasion, to make me seethe. I used to play; now I spectate. As a fan, though, I find I can act on my admiration of others -- specifically of our high school athletes.

And a fan I am. I especially admired the Top Drawer kids this year. Their achievements are, collectively, mind-boggling. And I admire the winners of the Susan Award, a sportsmanship-in-life honor named after my late wife. Escapism can be good -- as long as we keep one foot firmly placed in the reality of our existence: The end of a month school year is, for me, the end of a marathon -- with another looming not far ahead. But first comes the Island. It's as essential to me as the air.

Sometimes there are bugs. The young lady did not like it, and thus did not remain the fellow's girlfriend for long. For the Island comes first. The Island has electricity and running water and modern restrooms -- all lacking up there when I was a boy.

He did that once from New York -- from Odessa -- back when he was a boy and his Mom was alive. We met them coming in late at night at the Island airfield, just as the wind was picking up from a nasty storm moving in. The craft was getting knocked around pretty good as it landed. As I remember it, when Dave got out of that plane, he dropped to his knees and kissed the ground. Air travel can do that to you: All the world is a stage For plays in seven acts.

From mewling turned to teenaged angst, We move to love and marriage pacts. To parenthood, to preening pride, Then to a certain slide. And in the end, when we revert To loss, we must abide. But on the way it's safe to say, and with no reservation That flight is not in any way Akin to preservation. In all, visits were paid to 10 schools for the presentation of invitations to 24 remarkable student-athlete-citizens selected for inclusion on the 13th annual Top Drawer 24 team.

Cheplick widely known as Chep and I devised this team back in late , while brainstorming in his downstairs rec room. I had not had an exactly embracing experience covering Odessa-Montour sports at the outset, and a trip I had made to the Watkins high school office early in my online venture basically resulted in a rebuff by the principal. But Chep saw the potential -- the need, really -- for The Odessa File in Watkins Glen, and so I relented, and went down to cover a couple of sporting events The Watkins district, I discovered, was as far from O-M as philosophy and caution could take it, O-M being at the time both isolationist and guarded, and Watkins Anyway, we came up with the idea to have me pick Athletes of the Week, based on all that I observe -- which is quite a bit each week; I cover a lot of games involving the two schools.

And then, not long after, we decided All-Schuyler All-Star teams might have value if selected by me seasonally. And that worked -- and then along came the idea for the Top Drawer 24 -- an annual team taking into account scholarship, athleticism, personality and citizenship -- "the whole package," I believe I first called it.

Twelve years in now, we -- that is, Chep and I and a committee, and with input from area administrators and from the occasional parent always welcome -- have distributed medallions and certificates and cupcakes, I guess you might include, since they are a staple of our annual award celebration to honorees.

Many of those were repeat honorees, especially in the early years; one girl made the team four times, and several three. Juniors, in fact, are generally outnumbered by seniors. Last year we had eight juniors, and only one of them is on the team again in this, her senior year. Each year starts fresh, especially now with spots on the team at such a premium. It is so much harder with 10 schools vying for the same number of positions as before: When we expanded, we took some heat on it.

It was a bold stroke -- one devised by Chep -- and it paid off. The other eight schools value the award in a way that we have never seen it embraced in Schuyler County. Each school welcomes Chep and me in its own way.

My favorite is Spencer-Van Etten, where administrators have the honorees' parents and even grandparents on hand for the presentation of the invitation. This year, with just one honoree, S-VE made the biggest deal of the invitation phase -- with parents, grandparents and sister waiting for the honoree, Mackenzie Grube, whose smile signified surprise and pleasure at what she found awaiting her when she was called to the main office.

What is important to me and Chep has always been the kids -- honoring those who have earned it and challenging them to give back in the future; to become our community leaders or leaders of whatever community or state in which they ultimately reside.

It has always been important to create a special feel to capture those special moments when the honorees are called forward one by one at the ceremony to receive the applause -- the encouragement -- of the assembled crowd. And the place that captures that mood is the Watkins Glen State Park Pavilion, up near the pool -- a place that evokes a timeless quality, so much better than an interior although it offers shelter itself, quite necessary in years past that brought us sleet and rain and, once, downright cold that prompted the park to light the fireplaces at either end of the structure.

I have had the privilege, as I noted, of meeting with all of them. In the case of the Schuyler schools, I know each of the honorees, some better than others. And they are clearly an exceptional group.

If you haven't seen the story about the team -- with each member listed and pictured and individually described -- you can click here to catch up.

A nudge, if you will. If you can pull yourselves away from your usual routine on Monday evening, June 4th, come on up to the State Park pavilion for this year's Top Drawer 24 party -- located near the park entrance across from Seneca Lodge.

Inspiration, thy name is I am encouraged because it never fails that I am inspired by young people who rise to the challenges that school and its attendant activities -- primarily sports -- pose to them. At my age, I am on the sidelines; so I take pleasure from there in their achievements, which appeal to the fan in me. It is also a time when I can, in some small way, help to congratulate them in a perhaps meaningful way -- through inclusion on this website's spring sports All-Star team or, beyond that, with inclusion on the Top Drawer 24 team of outstanding student-athlete-citizens.

And beyond that, there is the presentation each year -- on the same night as our Top Drawer celebration at the State Park pavilion -- of Athlete of the Year and Susan Award trophies to deserving and yes, inspiring students. All of that is both time-consuming Because thought and study and discussion and worry can take a toll -- and that's what goes into such selections. The Top Drawer program, conceived more than a decade ago, has grown to encompass schools beyond the border of Schuyler County.

We partner with 10 schools -- up from the original two -- to honor students who are among the best and brightest that our area has to offer. The Athlete of the Year Awards are the culmination of sports coverage on The Odessa File through three seasons at Watkins Glen and O-M, complete with an ongoing poll that tracks performances. In the end, poll points generally tell who the recipients should be. Naturally, those points can't be generated without a consistent effort on my part to observe.

I see a lot of games or matches in the course of a school year, and learn the nuances of the players, and their athletic qualities -- among them precision, attitude, leadership and desire.

That all plays, ultimately, into the selection of the Top Drawer 24 by a committee. And it plays into selection of the Susan Award winner each year -- or on a couple of occasions, winners. There are two this year -- two wholly deserving individuals. It was presented originally -- starting in -- to someone in Schuyler County, but has since become available to students from other Top Drawer 24 schools.

Anyway, the Susan honoree is not always a sportsman in a traditional sense. The honoree might be someone who has met adversity in life with grace and dignity and a drive that never admits defeat -- or it can be someone who is like Susan was. That requires a sense of fair play, a core of kindness, and a single-mindedness in pursuit of goals, but with a sense not of self, but of the usefulness of those goals to others -- such as teammates.

In other words, I look for someone who -- from my own personal standpoint -- is a mix of attributes that almost defy definition. For Susan could not be pigeonholed.

But as the saying goes, I know it when I see it. Having said that, I find myself quite pleased with the selections on all fronts this year. The makeup varies from year to year, depending on circumstance and the pool of nominees. The honorees will be notified of their selection this week, and the team unveiled soon after. There have also been yet-to-be-announced Male and Female Athletes of the Year selected by this website at both Odessa-Montour and Watkins Glen, and there are, as mentioned, two Susan Award winners -- one in Schuyler County and one out, also not yet unveiled.

Things get started about 5 p. Athlete of the Year Awards are presented at 5: A Top Drawer 24 team photo is at 5: Speeches -- short, message-orient speeches -- begin at 5: Medallions, trophies and celebration follow. And you're all invited.

Take a drive up there. There is no admission charge, either to the park at that point, or to the party. Have at it, historians Knowing how small that auditorium is, and how tight the stage space, I can only marvel at the challenges it presented.

Schuyler plays nowadays are held for the most part in large high school auditoriums with sizable stages. Anyway, as the flyers attest: Being a newcomer I arrived here in , most of the names in the cast are ones with which I am not attuned, although some jumped out: Frank Steber and William Elkins chief among them -- teacher and lawyer, both beloved across many years.

Steber died recently at the age of I in fact procured these flyers from the home of Mr. He is 94 now, and there with his wife Irene, Their daughters have been conducting a sale of material from the Elkins house on Route near Burdett. There I found the flyers this past weekend, while perusing Mr.

Elkins -- a member of the Schuyler County Hall of Fame -- has been known widely for years for his legal and humanitarian efforts. His home reflects an eclectic taste -- political buttons, some old toy trains, postcards, shelves of non-fiction books and novels, magazines -- and a host of personal knickknacks.

But it was the flyers that caught my eye -- still in mint condition, as fresh as the day they were issued. They were in a stack of various papers, along with three other flyers -- identical to one another and also mint -- touting the Republican candidacy of William N.

Following his death, the County Courthouse was named in his honor. There was also, in that grouping, a American Legion membership card with Mr. I found a book, too, by another well-known local lawyer, the late Liston F. It was published in , when Mr. Hanlon, a lumberman who was a board trustee in the Odessa School District. An elementary school in Odessa is named in his honor.

History has long fascinated me; I was a history major in college, and like to mix my fiction reading with biographies and such. Not to mention the late Jean Argetsinger, a community leader for years. Steber and Hanlon wrote novels, but little, as far as I know, about themselves. Elkins and Ellison are subjects who should yield a wealth of information -- just by talking to Elkins or to those who know him and knew Ellison.

And there are plenty of Argetsingers around to discuss the family matriarch. Have at it, historians. Susan Hazlitt as Tracy Lord.

Getchie Argetsinger as Dinah Lord. Janice Kranz as Margaret Lord. George Shannon as Thomas. Ann Ryer as Elizabeth Liz Embrie. Compese as Macaulay Mike Connor. Hugh Snow as George Kittredge. Frank Steber as Seth Lord.

Genevieve Peck as Elsie. Ronald Nilsen as Mac. Fay Nilsen as May. Darwin Connelly as Edward. Among other names, backstage: The Hatsell's Music Makers provided music before the play and during intermissions: Most are just names to the newcomer, but they had key responsibilities. All leading, I imagine, to a couple of wonderful evenings 55 years ago.

Kudos to the local robotics team that competed late last month in a world competition in Detroit. The event, under the auspices of the FIRST organization For Inspiration and Recognition of Science and Technology featured four classes; the local team -- which goes by the name Mechanical Meltdown, and operates a robot it built and named Renaldo -- competed with other 7th through 12th graders.

A total of teams -- out of 5, worldwide -- qualified in their division for the Detroit competition. There was a similar competition held the previous week in Houston -- representing countries from the Southern Hemisphere.

The Detroit event was for Northern Hemisphere countries. The Mechanical Meltdown has seven members. Of them, five went on the trip. Two had unavoidable conflicts. Most of the kids' parents were there, along with a grandfather and aunt.

All told, 40, people were in attendance, among them thousands of competing students -- making it the largest robotics competition in the world.

Said Kathy Gascon, who serves as a coach: We were so pleased just to have earned our way there. Our team performed even better than I expected, and I am extremely proud of them to have placed 32nd among these truly world-class teams.

The passion of younger days. It was engrossing, and satisfying, and called to mind my own minor experience in Washington, working for a few months for USA Today -- long after the Pentagon Papers and the subsequent Watergate mess.

I was in D. But that was minor, a mere sighting across the dining hall. Call it a brush with history. And I did very well in my editing post, winning more than a dozen weekly awards. But try as I might to catch on there full time, I was rebuffed, and ended up leaving journalism for a few years. One of the reasons given me for the rejection came, off the record, from a full-time editor I had befriended.

I was too old. Also too white and too male, those being important hiring characteristics at the time. I was too old 30 years ago. Anything near 40 was excessive in the eyes of the suits, I guess. Three decades have passed since then, and I find myself wondering: If I was too old then, what am I now? It is, after all, 30 years later. I think it might be true.

An example of passion applied in my yesteryear: There was a murder there of a woman I knew peripherally -- the wife of a local attorney. Her name was Holly Gilbert, and she was 34 years old.

She was killed by bullets to the neck and head from a. Police theorized that she had arrived home from running errands and had stumbled into an ongoing robbery. This occurred on Harris Drive, an upper-crust section of the city. The whole thing was a shock. And some of us had met Holly. When we did hear about it, there was no suspect; police had no idea who was responsible.

Crosby would spend hours sunbathing naked atop the mill's turret. He often wore a black carnation in his lapel, and was known to color his finger- and toenails. Crosby experimented with photography and saw the medium as a viable art form before it was widely accepted as such. In , he met Henri Cartier-Bresson in Le Bourget , where Cartier-Bresson's air squadron commandant had placed him under house arrest for hunting without a license. Crosby persuaded the officer to release Cartier-Bresson into his custody for a few days.

The two men had an interest in photography, and Henry presented Henri with his first camera. Crosby also learned to fly solo in November, , when the aeroplane was so new that its spelling had not been agreed upon. In , shortly after their arrival in Paris, Caresse introduced Crosby to her friend Constance Coolidge, also a Boston Brahmin , an American expatriate. Constance did not care what others thought about her.

She loved anything risky and was addicted to gambling. Crosby nicknamed her the "Lady of the Golden Horse". She began a sexual relationship with Crosby that continued for several months. Harry rationalized their affair, telling Constance, "One should follow every instinct no matter where it leads. Harry was devastated by her decision. I wouldn't leave her under any circumstances nor as you say would you ever marry me.

Harry and Caresse decided on an open marriage and had several lovers. His seductive abilities became legendary in some social circles in Paris, [4] maintaining relationships with a variety of beautiful and doting young women. In July , he turned 10 live snakes loose on the dance floor. He wrote in his diary about it later: I remember two strong young men stark naked wrestling on the floor for the honor of dancing with a young girl One year, Caresse showed up topless riding a baby elephant and wearing a turquoise wig.

The motif for the ball that year was Inca, and Crosby dressed for the occasion, covering himself in red ochre and wearing nothing but a loincloth and a necklace of dead pigeons. Embracing the open sexuality offered by Crosby and his wife Caresse, Henri Cartier-Bresson fell into an intense sexual relationship with her that lasted until They used the press as an avenue to publish their own poetry in small editions of finely made, hard-bound volumes.

They printed limited quantities of meticulously produced, hand-manufactured books, printed on high-quality paper. Publishing in Paris during the s and s put the company at the crossroads of many American writers who were living abroad. In , they found they enjoyed the reception their initial works received, and decided to expand the press to serve other authors, renaming the company the Black Sun Press , following on Crosby's obsession on the symbolism of the sun.

They took exquisite care with the books they published, choosing the finest papers and inks. They published early works of a number of writers before they were well known, including James Joyce 's Tales Told of Shem and Shaun which was later integrated into Finnegans Wake.

They published Kay Boyle 's first book-length work, Short Stores , in After Crosby died in a suicide pact with one of his many lovers, Caresse Crosby continued publishing into the s.

Ten years his junior, they met while she was shopping in Venice at the Lido for her wedding trousseau. After only two years at Bryn Mawr, she left because she planned to marry Albert Bigelow. They met for sex as often as her eight days in Venice would allow.

She was also from a prominent Boston family who first settled in Provincetown on Cape Cod in Josephine inspired Crosby's next collection of poems, which he dedicated to her, titled Transit of Venus. In a letter dated July 24, , Crosby detailed the affair to his mother, in whom he had always confided:.

I am having an affair with a girl I met not introduced at the Lido. She is twenty and has charm and is called Josephine. I like girls when they are very young before they have any minds. Josephine and Crosby had an ongoing affair until June 21, , when she married Albert Smith Bigelow.

Their affair was over—until August, when Josephine contacted Crosby and they rekindled the affair as her husband became a firs- year graduate student of architecture at Harvard. Unlike his wife Caresse, Josephine was quarrelsome and prone to fits of jealousy. On December 7, , the lovers returned to New York, where Josephine said she was going to return to Boston and her husband. Crosby's friend Hart Crane threw a party that evening to celebrate his completion after seven years of his poem, The Bridge.

The Black Sun Press was scheduled to publish it the next week, and he wanted to bid Crosby and Caresse bon voyage , since they were due to sail back to France the next week. Cummings , and William Carlos Williams. On December 9, Josephine, who instead of returning to Boston, had stayed with one of her bridesmaids in New York, [32] sent a line poem to Harry Crosby, who was staying with Caresse at the Savoy-Plaza Hotel.

The last line of the poem read "Death is our marriage". On the same day, Harry Crosby wrote his final entry in his journal: There is only one happiness it is to love and to be loved. On the evening of the play, December 10, , Caresse, Crosby's mother Henrietta Grew, and Hart Crane met for dinner before the play, but Crosby was a no-show.

It was unlike him to worry Caresse needlessly. She called their friend Stanley Mortimer at his mother's apartment, whose studio Crosby was known to use for his trysts. He agreed to check his studio. Mortimer had to enlist help to break open the locked door and found Crosby and Josephine's bodies. Crosby was in bed with a. Crosby was still clutching the Belgian automatic pistol in one hand, Josephine in the other.

The steamship tickets he had bought that morning for the return to Europe with Caresse were in his pocket. The coroner reported that Crosby's toenails were painted red, and that he had a Christian cross tattooed on the sole of one foot and a pagan icon representing the sun on the other. There was no suicide note, and newspapers ran sensational articles for days about the murder or suicide pact—they could not decide which.

Crosby's wedding ring was found crushed on the floor, not on his finger, where he always promised Caresse it would remain.

As I sat there looking at his corpse, seating myself where I wouldn't have to see the horrible hole in back of his ear, I kept saying to him: He was the most literary man I ever met, despite the fact that he'd not yet become what you'd call a Writer.

I never met anyone who was so imbued with literature; he was drowned in it. I think I'm close to deciding literature is the one thing never to be taken seriously. Crosby's suicide, along with Hart Crane 's suicide two and a half years later, were cited by later writers as emblematic of the Lost Generation. The next day, the headlines revealed all: As no suicide note was found, newspapers ran articles for many days speculating about the murder or suicide pact.

Gretchen Powell had lunch with Crosby the day of his death. Her memory of the luncheon supported the notion that Josephine was one of Crosby's many passing fancies. She related that Crosby had told her, "the Rotch girl was pestering him; he was exasperated; she had threatened to kill herself in the lobby of the Savoy-Plaza if he didn't meet her at once.

The deaths polarized the several prominent families affected. The Rotch family considered Josephine's death to be murder. Josephine's erstwhile husband Albert Bigelow blamed Crosby for "seducing his wife and murdering her because he couldn't have her. Crosby's poetry possibly gave the best clue to his motives. Death was "the hand that opens the door to our cage the home we instinctively fly to. Crosby's biographer Wolff wrote, "He had meant to do it; it was no mistake; it was not a joke.

If anything of Harry Crosby commands respect, perhaps even awe, it was the unswerving character of his intention. Crosby as a poet was never more than a minor literary figure while he lived, and was remembered more for his scandalous suicide over his creative efforts.

He has greater importance as a co-founder of the Black Sun Press, [9] which Caresse continued to operate after his death. The paperback books did not sell well, and Crosby Continental closed in The Black Sun Press, however, continued publishing into the s. Crosby's friend Crane committed suicide less than two years later. Malcolm Cowley, whom Crosby had published, wrote in his book Exile's Return , that the death of "Harry Crosby becomes a symbol" of the rise and fall of the Jazz Age.

In , Caresse also published Torchbearer , a collection of his poetry with an afterword by Ezra Pound, and Aphrodite in Flight , a paragraph-long prose-poem and how-to manual for lovers that compared making love to a woman to flying planes. Lawrence's introduction, Transit of Venus with T. Eliot's introduction, Sleeping Together with Stuart Gilbert 's introduction, and Torchbearer in It was hand-set in dorique type; only 50 copies were printed.

During and , Caresse collaborated with Harry's mother Henrietta to publish letters he had written to his family while serving in France from the summer of until he returned home in Henrietta added a chronology and brief preface to the letters. The book War Letters was published in a unnumbered edition of copies. Caresse Crosby edited and published Crosby's diaries and papers.

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