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Enos Franklin Snyder
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Birth: Mar. 20, 1852
Haverstraw
Rockland County
New York, USA
Death: Dec. 14, 1927
Alexandria
Thayer County
Nebraska, USA

ENOS FRANKLIN SNYDER
In his own words

The following was written as a series of articles entitled "A Remembrance" by my paternal grandfather, Enos Franklin Snyder and published in the Alexandria (Nebraska) Argus newspaper over a 3 week period beginning June 18, 1924. The articles were found 1/23/2013 in a file folder under the Snyder name located in the Thayer County Historical Museum in Belvidere, Nebraska. The articles have a very informal character to them—almost in a speaking voice—and I think it may be a reasonable assumption that they are the result of his being interviewed by someone from the newspaper. There are numerous errors of grammar, spelling and punctuation as well as one or two obvious incorrect dates. Whether these happened as he spoke to the reporter or as they were later put in the necessary format for printing is hard to say. I changed very little in order to preserve the articles as a newspaper subscriber would have read them in 1924. In some cases I made corrections that were obvious or made explanations if I believed to not do so would have brought some confusion, but have so noted them as they occurred.
Jim Snyder 1/24/2013

A Remembrance

Well, about two weeks ago, somewhat of a surprise was sprung on us by the Jefferson Co. Sheriff, Frank Tippin. Coming up here with one of our old friends, a pardner, Walter G. Snavely.
Walter and myself left Warren Penn., in July 1877, landed here in Alexandria on July 20th. Both came out here. We were both somewhat young and spry, much more so than we are at present. Walter was a butcher by trade. In the same fall 1877 we embarked in the butcher business. We of course waited until the weather got cool so that meat would keep as there no ice put up in the part of the state at that time, and if I mistake not, Walter and myself were the first parties that put up ice of any consequence up to that time. We finished putting up ice on Christmas Day. Ice thawed out and so no more ice that winter. [JES: He probably meant that the weather turned warm, and the ice they had stockpiled all melted.]
Now as Walter and myself had not met one another for 45 years you may imagine so much, so that our friend Mr. Tippin said: "Well boys I am going to leave you all to yourselves, I have some business over town so will be after Walter by 4 o'clock.". Mr. Tippin, of course, well knew that it would be out of the question for him to get in a word in edge ways, when Snavely and myself would get talking, so he took the hint and left us to ourselves. And well he might. By the way, Walter is a brother in law to Mr. Tippin by marrying his oldest sister.
Now our conversation started along this line, about how things had changed in the town and in this country, especially around Alexandria, especially in the business line. For instance at that time Walter used to sell over the counter, porter house and round stake at 10c per lb. or 3 lb for 25c, home made bologna, none better –that is what John Taylor use to say, (Robert Taylor's father) and by the way Taylor was our advertising medium for all the North Prairie district; the livers we gave away to our customers, and so with the soup bones. Had a few regular customers for them by giving most of them to some worthy person. So our profits at this time was very small, sometimes hardly have the tallow and hide for our profit. And about the butchering cattle-as we were not Indians or cow boys and no good at throwing lassoes, we just had to buy our cattle. While there were several large herds of cattle over the country, grazing along Rose Creek and near what is Tobias, we could not buy any out of these herds as they belonged mostly to distant parties, so we had to rely on cattle among the farmers who were scattered over the prairies. Farmers coming for many, many miles to Alexandria to get their grinding done, at that time at Meridian. By this way being on the watch for butcher cattle we would get our information as the butcher cattle of the farmers. At times we would go after cattle close to Geneva and west of Wilber and south of Rose Creek. Leave Alexandria before daylight and get back home at midnight or perhaps 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning with a beef to butcher. The summer and fall of 1877 and the summer of 1878 we use to run a….[JES: two lines of missing text]….to the shop at 3 a.m. to cut meat and by 4 a.m. my wagon was loaded and ready to start for Belvidere and make our main sales, then start for Carleton.
So, I thinking and talking over all these old times, wondered how it was that we are still alive and have the good health we are still enjoying. But by the way, his home is in California and mine in Nebraska. We promised that it would not be forty five more years before we meet again Ha! Ha! But that we will write to one another at least once a year.
Well, here comes Tippin after Walter so good-bye, good-bye.

[Following week's article:]

Reminiscents of Old Times

I have a short write-up in regard to W.G. Snavely and myself, having a few hours visit with him before he started for his home in Brea, California, where he has employment with the Union Oil Co., for the past sixteen years.
Have been acquainted with Walter since 1872; was well acquainted with all his people. He was a meat cutter by trade, while I was learning the Brick Trade under my uncles, the Hughhouse Bros. at that time. In the year 1878 [JES: this date is an error. Should probably be 1877, as he was already in Nebraska in 1878] myself through correspondence with Jacob Habensach, got the Western fever. Jacob came here early in the Spring of 1877; Jacob was rather a Swede kind of a fellow, and being somewhat acquainted with me before he came west, he knew that I had a little nest egg laid up, he wrote me and told what great opportunities was out here to make all kinds of money; stating that the town of Alexandria had a population of 300 souls, but if it continued to grow in two years it would be a larger town than Warren, Pa., which at that time had a population of about 9,000. [JES: Alexandria had a 2010 population of 177, a little over half of what it was in 1924; Warren, PA population is now 9,710.] A few days previous before I started West I meet Walter Snavely, and he says to me, "Enos you know that I have the Western fever myself, and if it is alright with you I would like to make the trip with you." Of course this pleased me for I really dreaded the trip alone. So we left Warren, PA., on July 17, 1877 and landed here July 20th. Well, Walter being a butcher by trade, we concluded, after being here a short time, to embark in the butcher business, as Walter also had a little nest egg saved. If I remember right Wenzel Landkamer painted the sign for us, and I think it read "The Alexandria City Meat Market, Snyder and Snavely, Proprietors. By the way at that time Mr. Landkamer was considered to be best sign painter in the state. The agreement was that Walter was to take care of the shopwork and I was to do the outside work such as butchering, rustling the cattle and etc., and at odd times to help in the shop; render lard and tallow and help make the bologna etc.
Before starting up business we had to have some tools. We sent to B.O. Stevens of St. Joe for a meat grinder, balogna s[t]uffer, 2 scales, 2 saws, some knives. While this was coming Walter and myself started over to the blue [JES: the Little Blue River runs a couple miles outside of town] with a large cross cut saw and with William Broeder to cut down the largest Cotton Wood tree on his farm. The thing we were after was two blocks of wood to cut meat on. We fell the tree then started to cut off a block; you people that have had experience know what it means to run a saw in a green cotton wood tree when there is no set in the saw. We were so interested we did not notice our saw was getting very dull but finally we got off block No. 1. In looking at the block we noticed we had sawn through several bullet lead ore iron. Well imagine the saw tooth. We of course expected to have the 2 blocks cut and be back for six o'clock supper but I was all fagged out and Walter was all in and it was 9 P.M. when we got home. Walter a few days after this was taken ill with typhoid fever and settled [scuttled?] cutting the second block. But finally, a month or so later, got a tender foot, a cousin to Otto Meyer, just arrived from Germany, fine fellow but never had done a real hards [day] work in his life.
(continued next week)

(continued from last week)
We had a wagon and team as we wanted to bring the second block home the same day; the first block Mr. Broeder hauled in for us. Now Walter being sick we had to postpone the opening of the shop for business until Walter was able to be out. The tools had arrived and we were ready for business; as for me I was on the lookout for fat cattle. I was informed that one Mr. Woltemath, 3 miles southwest of town had some steers for sale. Well, beef, we had to have so we hooked to the wagon, took along all necessary tools, also a rifle. These steers were very wild and would have to be killed out on the open prairie. They were Texas steers driven through here from that country in a large herd; caught here in the early spring and feed a lot off Mr. Woltemath's hay and finally Mr. Woltemath had to take the steers for his pay. Well we came to an agreement on the price, $25 apiece and take them at any time, one or all just as it suited us. So now for the killing of the steers. They moved in with the other gentle cattle, but at the same time we could not get near enough. Finally we got within range, now who was to do the shooting. I wanted Walter to do the shooting, but he refused, he wanted me to try it, and wanted some of the oldest Woltemath boys to try it. Well, I said here goes the steer, and I let him have it and he fell on all fours. I had never shot a rifle a dozen times in my life, but soon the talk was around that I was a sharp shooter. Well I let them think so, at any rate we dressed the steer got him home and the shop was ready for business the next morning. A few days later I got another steer. When Walter had the 4th steer on the block he was discouraged. As I came into the shop, he says, Enos I am discouraged." I asked him what the trouble was and he said that customers just call for surloine and porterhouse steak and I just can't cut such steak off of a Texas Steer, so Enos if you can possibly get by, don't buy any more Texas steers. Well I managed to rustle other cattle until the following spring, when beef cattle were getting very scarce. On one occasion we were informed that a farmer had a fat beef for sale 4 miles northeast of Western [a town about 14 miles northeast of Alexandria]. We struck out one morning early, got to the place just as another butcher from Wilber was leading the beef out of the yard. While I was on this trip Snavely was informed that a party three miles south of Rose Creek [about 15 miles southwest of Alexandria] I went the next morning and found the man, and cow just as he said, but he failed to tell Walter that she had a lump on one of her jaws as large as a man's hat; so that settled [JES: scuttled?] the buy as far as I was concerned. On the way along the road making inquiries for a fat beef, but failed. Got to Alex. About 4 o'clock with no beef, and no beef on hand at the butcher shop. Well what was we to do, Walter and I talked the matter and decided the only thing to do was go to Waltemaths and get the last Texas steer. Loaded up our equipment including the rifle called on Woltemath and he says, yes sir, you can have them the price, $25.00 as you paid last fall. So out to the range we went, two of the Woltemath boys went along to see the sharpshooter make the shot, I believe Ed Woltemath was one of the boys.
(continued next week)

(continued from last week)
While all the other cattle was gentle this Texas Steer saw us coming, made a snort, curled up his tail and away he went, ran 40 rods or more [about 700 feet] turned about facing us. Well, I stood up in the wagon raised the rifle and down fell the steer. Thus the Texas steer experience.
Now let us drift back to some different lines and experience. Our friend Walter while attending to his duties at the shop made the acquaintance of a lady by the name of Alice Tippin, a sister of Frank Tippin now Jefferson Co. sheriff. I was not much concerned about the matter as he did his full duty around the shop kept things clean and he always looked tidy. He used a clean apron every day wore a starched white shirt also a white necktie. One Sunday he came to me and said, Enos I am thinking about getting married in about two weeks from today and would like for you and your lady friend to be bridesmaid and bridesgroom for us if you will. Sure I will I says, I knew the lady I was then keeping company with would be glad to go. Well I says to Walter if you intend to pull off this stunt we had better walk to our livery barn and see how about getting two buggies and team of horses. We went to see John Nightengale the proprietor. Two buggies was all he had so Walter hired one team and carriage and my self got the buggy as I had a nice team of my own. When the Sunday wedding came away we drove 2 ˝ miles northeast of where Daykin is now [about 10 miles from Alexandria]. There is where the Tippin family lived and there the wedding took place. The Sod house was packed full with near and far off warm friends. After the feast myself and lady friend drove back to Alexandria to take care of the shop while Walter and bride went on their honeymoon. The next day [Walter and Alice] drove to Western and returned Alexandria the same evening. This was the extent of Walter's honeymoon. Now as for myself about six months later I too got a companion just as Walter had, her name being Jennie Martin and I believe one of the finest companions that ever lived. Walter and his wife were asked to act as bridegroom and maid for us. This was on a week day and the wedding occurred two miles east and one south of Alexandria at Jennie's parents home, also in a sod house a sod roof with a dirt floor but a Brussels carpet laid on the dirt floor while the wedding took place. Leweling of Western performed the ceremony, was also pastor of the Baptist church of Alexandria at the same time. After the wedding Jennie and myself drove to Hebron [about 12 miles] that evening stayed at Central Hotel next day drove to Carleton and took dinner with our friend W.J. Delong. Came to Alexandria the same day and this was the extent of our wedding trip.
Well all these many years we have been acquainted and have had our ups and downs never has there been a cross word spoken or a bit of ill feeling existed between myself and Walter; and we are today the same warm friends we have been for over half a century. So thus ends the story.
E.F.Snyder

E. F. Snyder's parents: Lewis Snyder 1832 - 1900, Louisa Visit 1832-1900

Second Wife Marietta while living in Washington State
Children by second wife:
Roscoe Cleveland Snyder 1886 - 1955

Mable G. Snyder 1888 -1985

Louis Leroy Snyder 1890 - 1979

Florence G. Snyder 1895 - 1907

Laura L. Snyder 1899 - 1979

Earnest Earl Snyder 19902 - 1980

Lola Snyder 1907 - 1996
 
 
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 Spouses:
  Jennie L. Tyacke Snyder (1863 - 1884)
  Mary Etta Tyacke Snyder (1863 - 1938)*
 
 Children:
  Louis LeRoy Snyder (1890 - 1979)*
  Laura L Hampton (1899 - 1979)*
  Lola Marie Snyder James (1907 - 1996)*
 
*Calculated relationship
 
Burial:
Alexandria Cemetery
Alexandria
Thayer County
Nebraska, USA
Plot: Block 24, lot 4
 
Created by: David Kentsmith
Record added: Jan 26, 2013
Find A Grave Memorial# 104193320
Enos Franklin Snyder
Added by: David Kentsmith
 
Enos Franklin Snyder
Added by: David Kentsmith
 
Enos Franklin Snyder
Added by: David Kentsmith
 
 
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 Added: Oct. 16, 2013
 
 
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