"The Sabbath Recorder", Vol 51, No 15, p 236, Apr. 11, 1895.
Mrs. Sarah Ann Williams, who for so long has been the first on our list of members, departed this life Jan. 17, 1895, in her ninetieth year. To us, who have known her so long as "Aunt Sarah," it seems strange to go back to the time of her birth, when to Ethan and Sally Rogers, in the year 1805, Oct. 27th, was born a baby girl. The next year her parents started from their home at Montville, Conn., to try their fortunes in a then new country, Preston, N. Y. Their conveyance for the fourteen day's journey was a prairie schooner with two spans of horses, and while on the way occurred her first birthday. Rogers Street of today was then but a path through the woods, and this turnout was the first of the kind to traverse this highway. They reached the house of a relative after dark, and found them husking corn in the living room, but their welcome was as hearty as if the company had numbered less than seven, and their sleeping apartments had been ten or more. They finished the husking, swept up the floor, and after supper brought in from the wagon the linen bed-ticks filled with straw, and laid them upon the floors and made up their beds, while the boys slept with their cousins in the loft. In the morning they went up with a fire shovel to shovel off the snow from the boys' bed before they got up, and her grandfather said to his daughter, "I wish, Sally, you were back in Connecticut." But the husband was a ship carpenter, and her father had come with them to help build a house. Being the last of October, the snow did not stay long, and in a few days' time the house of logs was built, and though they could pull the bushes in through the chinks between the logs, and at first had no door save a blanket, and their table a board laid upon saw-horses, the mother said it was one of the happiest days of her life.
Meanwhile, one horse was disposed of for hay, another for a heifer, and with a crock of butter brought from the home they looked forward, I suppose, to the time when they could make more, and till their dairy would be large enough to spare a second calf to sell to buy Sally Ann her gold beads, for the first was to be disposed of to get some for Susan who was older. Thus had the plans been laid by the grandmother down in Connecticut.
"The best laid plans of mice and men Gang oft aglee."
But this one worked well as we are familiar with the string of beads she used to wear, and to which she pointed when telling me their history. She also remembered the first fried cake she ever saw, and once a man said to her, "Sis, if you will turn the grindstone for me I will bring you an apple." "An apple, what is that?" but as she agreed he brought it to her the next day. To the children of today, familiar with the orange, banana, fig, muscat grape, and pine-apple, how strange to see a child in Central New York old enough to turn a grindstone who had never seen an apple. Of course trees had to be chopped down and burned to clear the land, and with the gathered ashes they set up a leach, obtained lye and boiled it down into potash, which they sold for money to pay for seed grain.
Reared in a primitive way, how interesting to note how she kept pace with the times, how energetic, how strong in mind and body, what a tower of strength she became. In early life she was baptized and united with the Preston church, retaining her membership there until her marriage, Oct. 23, 1828, with Hiul Williams, of Sangerfield, when she united with the Second Brookfield Church, whose pastor at that time was Eld. Eli S. Bailey. Few are the names that stand on the register of one church for nearly seventy years as faithful laborers, ready to do their part of work and give liberally of their money. To her was given two daughters, and one son by adoption, who died when he came to manhood. Her husband dying Sept. 22, 1851, she lived with her son-in-law, E. G. Curtis, for several years, but since this daughter's death has kept house for the most part in rooms of her other daughter's home, Mrs. Susan Finch.
In the church service and the Sabbath-school she was a familiar figure, and at the prayer-meeting, when younger members found excuse, till ill health prevented. An active member of the Women's Aid Society, and after she was not able to attend meetings, anxious to know what was being done and to help by having work brought to her to do. To the sick she gave much of her time in former years, and to the needy she was ever ready to mend and to lend. Of a life so helpful how great the good and how broad and far-reaching its influence. The busy hands are at rest, and we miss her familiar figure, but many rise up and call her blessed.
E. L. R.
Contributor: Jon Saunders (47674050)
Mrs. Sarah Ann Williams, who for so long has been the first on our list of members, departed this life Jan. 17, 1895, in her ninetieth year. To us, who have known her so long as "Aunt Sarah," it seems strange to go back to the time of her birth, when to Ethan and Sally Rogers, in the year 1805, Oct. 27th, was born a baby girl. The next year her parents started from their home at Montville, Conn., to try their fortunes in a then new country, Preston, N. Y. Their conveyance for the fourteen day's journey was a prairie schooner with two spans of horses, and while on the way occurred her first birthday. Rogers Street of today was then but a path through the woods, and this turnout was the first of the kind to traverse this highway. They reached the house of a relative after dark, and found them husking corn in the living room, but their welcome was as hearty as if the company had numbered less than seven, and their sleeping apartments had been ten or more. They finished the husking, swept up the floor, and after supper brought in from the wagon the linen bed-ticks filled with straw, and laid them upon the floors and made up their beds, while the boys slept with their cousins in the loft. In the morning they went up with a fire shovel to shovel off the snow from the boys' bed before they got up, and her grandfather said to his daughter, "I wish, Sally, you were back in Connecticut." But the husband was a ship carpenter, and her father had come with them to help build a house. Being the last of October, the snow did not stay long, and in a few days' time the house of logs was built, and though they could pull the bushes in through the chinks between the logs, and at first had no door save a blanket, and their table a board laid upon saw-horses, the mother said it was one of the happiest days of her life.
Meanwhile, one horse was disposed of for hay, another for a heifer, and with a crock of butter brought from the home they looked forward, I suppose, to the time when they could make more, and till their dairy would be large enough to spare a second calf to sell to buy Sally Ann her gold beads, for the first was to be disposed of to get some for Susan who was older. Thus had the plans been laid by the grandmother down in Connecticut.
"The best laid plans of mice and men Gang oft aglee."
But this one worked well as we are familiar with the string of beads she used to wear, and to which she pointed when telling me their history. She also remembered the first fried cake she ever saw, and once a man said to her, "Sis, if you will turn the grindstone for me I will bring you an apple." "An apple, what is that?" but as she agreed he brought it to her the next day. To the children of today, familiar with the orange, banana, fig, muscat grape, and pine-apple, how strange to see a child in Central New York old enough to turn a grindstone who had never seen an apple. Of course trees had to be chopped down and burned to clear the land, and with the gathered ashes they set up a leach, obtained lye and boiled it down into potash, which they sold for money to pay for seed grain.
Reared in a primitive way, how interesting to note how she kept pace with the times, how energetic, how strong in mind and body, what a tower of strength she became. In early life she was baptized and united with the Preston church, retaining her membership there until her marriage, Oct. 23, 1828, with Hiul Williams, of Sangerfield, when she united with the Second Brookfield Church, whose pastor at that time was Eld. Eli S. Bailey. Few are the names that stand on the register of one church for nearly seventy years as faithful laborers, ready to do their part of work and give liberally of their money. To her was given two daughters, and one son by adoption, who died when he came to manhood. Her husband dying Sept. 22, 1851, she lived with her son-in-law, E. G. Curtis, for several years, but since this daughter's death has kept house for the most part in rooms of her other daughter's home, Mrs. Susan Finch.
In the church service and the Sabbath-school she was a familiar figure, and at the prayer-meeting, when younger members found excuse, till ill health prevented. An active member of the Women's Aid Society, and after she was not able to attend meetings, anxious to know what was being done and to help by having work brought to her to do. To the sick she gave much of her time in former years, and to the needy she was ever ready to mend and to lend. Of a life so helpful how great the good and how broad and far-reaching its influence. The busy hands are at rest, and we miss her familiar figure, but many rise up and call her blessed.
E. L. R.
Contributor: Jon Saunders (47674050)
"The Sabbath Recorder", Vol 51, No 15, p 236, Apr. 11, 1895.
Mrs. Sarah Ann Williams, who for so long has been the first on our list of members, departed this life Jan. 17, 1895, in her ninetieth year. To us, who have known her so long as "Aunt Sarah," it seems strange to go back to the time of her birth, when to Ethan and Sally Rogers, in the year 1805, Oct. 27th, was born a baby girl. The next year her parents started from their home at Montville, Conn., to try their fortunes in a then new country, Preston, N. Y. Their conveyance for the fourteen day's journey was a prairie schooner with two spans of horses, and while on the way occurred her first birthday. Rogers Street of today was then but a path through the woods, and this turnout was the first of the kind to traverse this highway. They reached the house of a relative after dark, and found them husking corn in the living room, but their welcome was as hearty as if the company had numbered less than seven, and their sleeping apartments had been ten or more. They finished the husking, swept up the floor, and after supper brought in from the wagon the linen bed-ticks filled with straw, and laid them upon the floors and made up their beds, while the boys slept with their cousins in the loft. In the morning they went up with a fire shovel to shovel off the snow from the boys' bed before they got up, and her grandfather said to his daughter, "I wish, Sally, you were back in Connecticut." But the husband was a ship carpenter, and her father had come with them to help build a house. Being the last of October, the snow did not stay long, and in a few days' time the house of logs was built, and though they could pull the bushes in through the chinks between the logs, and at first had no door save a blanket, and their table a board laid upon saw-horses, the mother said it was one of the happiest days of her life.
Meanwhile, one horse was disposed of for hay, another for a heifer, and with a crock of butter brought from the home they looked forward, I suppose, to the time when they could make more, and till their dairy would be large enough to spare a second calf to sell to buy Sally Ann her gold beads, for the first was to be disposed of to get some for Susan who was older. Thus had the plans been laid by the grandmother down in Connecticut.
"The best laid plans of mice and men Gang oft aglee."
But this one worked well as we are familiar with the string of beads she used to wear, and to which she pointed when telling me their history. She also remembered the first fried cake she ever saw, and once a man said to her, "Sis, if you will turn the grindstone for me I will bring you an apple." "An apple, what is that?" but as she agreed he brought it to her the next day. To the children of today, familiar with the orange, banana, fig, muscat grape, and pine-apple, how strange to see a child in Central New York old enough to turn a grindstone who had never seen an apple. Of course trees had to be chopped down and burned to clear the land, and with the gathered ashes they set up a leach, obtained lye and boiled it down into potash, which they sold for money to pay for seed grain.
Reared in a primitive way, how interesting to note how she kept pace with the times, how energetic, how strong in mind and body, what a tower of strength she became. In early life she was baptized and united with the Preston church, retaining her membership there until her marriage, Oct. 23, 1828, with Hiul Williams, of Sangerfield, when she united with the Second Brookfield Church, whose pastor at that time was Eld. Eli S. Bailey. Few are the names that stand on the register of one church for nearly seventy years as faithful laborers, ready to do their part of work and give liberally of their money. To her was given two daughters, and one son by adoption, who died when he came to manhood. Her husband dying Sept. 22, 1851, she lived with her son-in-law, E. G. Curtis, for several years, but since this daughter's death has kept house for the most part in rooms of her other daughter's home, Mrs. Susan Finch.
In the church service and the Sabbath-school she was a familiar figure, and at the prayer-meeting, when younger members found excuse, till ill health prevented. An active member of the Women's Aid Society, and after she was not able to attend meetings, anxious to know what was being done and to help by having work brought to her to do. To the sick she gave much of her time in former years, and to the needy she was ever ready to mend and to lend. Of a life so helpful how great the good and how broad and far-reaching its influence. The busy hands are at rest, and we miss her familiar figure, but many rise up and call her blessed.
E. L. R.
Contributor: Jon Saunders (47674050)
Mrs. Sarah Ann Williams, who for so long has been the first on our list of members, departed this life Jan. 17, 1895, in her ninetieth year. To us, who have known her so long as "Aunt Sarah," it seems strange to go back to the time of her birth, when to Ethan and Sally Rogers, in the year 1805, Oct. 27th, was born a baby girl. The next year her parents started from their home at Montville, Conn., to try their fortunes in a then new country, Preston, N. Y. Their conveyance for the fourteen day's journey was a prairie schooner with two spans of horses, and while on the way occurred her first birthday. Rogers Street of today was then but a path through the woods, and this turnout was the first of the kind to traverse this highway. They reached the house of a relative after dark, and found them husking corn in the living room, but their welcome was as hearty as if the company had numbered less than seven, and their sleeping apartments had been ten or more. They finished the husking, swept up the floor, and after supper brought in from the wagon the linen bed-ticks filled with straw, and laid them upon the floors and made up their beds, while the boys slept with their cousins in the loft. In the morning they went up with a fire shovel to shovel off the snow from the boys' bed before they got up, and her grandfather said to his daughter, "I wish, Sally, you were back in Connecticut." But the husband was a ship carpenter, and her father had come with them to help build a house. Being the last of October, the snow did not stay long, and in a few days' time the house of logs was built, and though they could pull the bushes in through the chinks between the logs, and at first had no door save a blanket, and their table a board laid upon saw-horses, the mother said it was one of the happiest days of her life.
Meanwhile, one horse was disposed of for hay, another for a heifer, and with a crock of butter brought from the home they looked forward, I suppose, to the time when they could make more, and till their dairy would be large enough to spare a second calf to sell to buy Sally Ann her gold beads, for the first was to be disposed of to get some for Susan who was older. Thus had the plans been laid by the grandmother down in Connecticut.
"The best laid plans of mice and men Gang oft aglee."
But this one worked well as we are familiar with the string of beads she used to wear, and to which she pointed when telling me their history. She also remembered the first fried cake she ever saw, and once a man said to her, "Sis, if you will turn the grindstone for me I will bring you an apple." "An apple, what is that?" but as she agreed he brought it to her the next day. To the children of today, familiar with the orange, banana, fig, muscat grape, and pine-apple, how strange to see a child in Central New York old enough to turn a grindstone who had never seen an apple. Of course trees had to be chopped down and burned to clear the land, and with the gathered ashes they set up a leach, obtained lye and boiled it down into potash, which they sold for money to pay for seed grain.
Reared in a primitive way, how interesting to note how she kept pace with the times, how energetic, how strong in mind and body, what a tower of strength she became. In early life she was baptized and united with the Preston church, retaining her membership there until her marriage, Oct. 23, 1828, with Hiul Williams, of Sangerfield, when she united with the Second Brookfield Church, whose pastor at that time was Eld. Eli S. Bailey. Few are the names that stand on the register of one church for nearly seventy years as faithful laborers, ready to do their part of work and give liberally of their money. To her was given two daughters, and one son by adoption, who died when he came to manhood. Her husband dying Sept. 22, 1851, she lived with her son-in-law, E. G. Curtis, for several years, but since this daughter's death has kept house for the most part in rooms of her other daughter's home, Mrs. Susan Finch.
In the church service and the Sabbath-school she was a familiar figure, and at the prayer-meeting, when younger members found excuse, till ill health prevented. An active member of the Women's Aid Society, and after she was not able to attend meetings, anxious to know what was being done and to help by having work brought to her to do. To the sick she gave much of her time in former years, and to the needy she was ever ready to mend and to lend. Of a life so helpful how great the good and how broad and far-reaching its influence. The busy hands are at rest, and we miss her familiar figure, but many rise up and call her blessed.
E. L. R.
Contributor: Jon Saunders (47674050)
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