Extracts from "Charlemont Misses "Miss Rebecca"--Summer Visitors to the Town Mourn a Loving Friend", written by Kate Upson Clark for The Springfield, Mass., Sunday Republican of July 9, 1922.
..... In April there passed away from this small community the rare soul of Miss Rebecca Crittenden, and to some of the regular summer visitors no loss could be more deeply felt. For many years, from early June to late September, she kept in her clean and comfortable little cottage, to their joy and delight the [Edward P. & Kate Upson] Clark family of Brooklyn, with its three boys ..... and each year bound more firmly the ties of love and esteem between them and Miss Rebecca. .......
How she labored to provide the food we most enjoyed! Were ever such creamy "dried-beef gravy," such wonderful "pork cake," such ravishing pop-corn balls! When we returned in the evenings from the weekly baseball tournaments all over the county, we were never too late to find her cooking some delicious hot dish for us--a rich soup--cream toast, scrambled eggs.
Was a picnic on the program? Then sandwiches, cakes, hard-boiled eggs, tumblers of jelly and pickles, cold tea and coffee, and other delicacies, all temptingly prepared, were provided in wholesale quantities, for she well knew the appetite of boyhood. ......
It was a source of amusement to all of Miss Rebecca's friends in the old days, to mark the procession of widowers that visited her domicile, as the years went by, in an attempt to woo her away to manage their own households, but she was adamant in her decision to remain single. Her sense of humor was keen and unfailing. The mother of a certain clergyman's wife, who had often seen Miss Rebecca in company with her brother, had a way of asking her "how her husband was today." After a half-dozen repetitions of this offense, Miss Rebecca's spirit was roused. She said later, "I made up my mind that I would say something to that woman which would make her remember, So when she next asked me the usual question, I said, 'You mean my brother, As I have told you, I have no husband. I am what they call an old maid,' She never asked me again."
Miss Crittenden was the member of longest standing in the Congregational church of Charlemont and none was more faithful. In everything that went on in the town she was profoundly interested, and she was always ready to help on every good work in the community. ......
She was 87 when they laid her away in the beautiful little Bozrah graveyard, among her vanished kindred, and not far from the spot where she was born. ..... The old place is as it always was, surrounded, by the trees and flowers and meadows she loved. But Charlemont will never seem the same to some of us again.
..... In April there passed away from this small community the rare soul of Miss Rebecca Crittenden, and to some of the regular summer visitors no loss could be more deeply felt. For many years, from early June to late September, she kept in her clean and comfortable little cottage, to their joy and delight the [Edward P. & Kate Upson] Clark family of Brooklyn, with its three boys ..... and each year bound more firmly the ties of love and esteem between them and Miss Rebecca. .......
How she labored to provide the food we most enjoyed! Were ever such creamy "dried-beef gravy," such wonderful "pork cake," such ravishing pop-corn balls! When we returned in the evenings from the weekly baseball tournaments all over the county, we were never too late to find her cooking some delicious hot dish for us--a rich soup--cream toast, scrambled eggs.
Was a picnic on the program? Then sandwiches, cakes, hard-boiled eggs, tumblers of jelly and pickles, cold tea and coffee, and other delicacies, all temptingly prepared, were provided in wholesale quantities, for she well knew the appetite of boyhood. ......
It was a source of amusement to all of Miss Rebecca's friends in the old days, to mark the procession of widowers that visited her domicile, as the years went by, in an attempt to woo her away to manage their own households, but she was adamant in her decision to remain single. Her sense of humor was keen and unfailing. The mother of a certain clergyman's wife, who had often seen Miss Rebecca in company with her brother, had a way of asking her "how her husband was today." After a half-dozen repetitions of this offense, Miss Rebecca's spirit was roused. She said later, "I made up my mind that I would say something to that woman which would make her remember, So when she next asked me the usual question, I said, 'You mean my brother, As I have told you, I have no husband. I am what they call an old maid,' She never asked me again."
Miss Crittenden was the member of longest standing in the Congregational church of Charlemont and none was more faithful. In everything that went on in the town she was profoundly interested, and she was always ready to help on every good work in the community. ......
She was 87 when they laid her away in the beautiful little Bozrah graveyard, among her vanished kindred, and not far from the spot where she was born. ..... The old place is as it always was, surrounded, by the trees and flowers and meadows she loved. But Charlemont will never seem the same to some of us again.
Extracts from "Charlemont Misses "Miss Rebecca"--Summer Visitors to the Town Mourn a Loving Friend", written by Kate Upson Clark for The Springfield, Mass., Sunday Republican of July 9, 1922.
..... In April there passed away from this small community the rare soul of Miss Rebecca Crittenden, and to some of the regular summer visitors no loss could be more deeply felt. For many years, from early June to late September, she kept in her clean and comfortable little cottage, to their joy and delight the [Edward P. & Kate Upson] Clark family of Brooklyn, with its three boys ..... and each year bound more firmly the ties of love and esteem between them and Miss Rebecca. .......
How she labored to provide the food we most enjoyed! Were ever such creamy "dried-beef gravy," such wonderful "pork cake," such ravishing pop-corn balls! When we returned in the evenings from the weekly baseball tournaments all over the county, we were never too late to find her cooking some delicious hot dish for us--a rich soup--cream toast, scrambled eggs.
Was a picnic on the program? Then sandwiches, cakes, hard-boiled eggs, tumblers of jelly and pickles, cold tea and coffee, and other delicacies, all temptingly prepared, were provided in wholesale quantities, for she well knew the appetite of boyhood. ......
It was a source of amusement to all of Miss Rebecca's friends in the old days, to mark the procession of widowers that visited her domicile, as the years went by, in an attempt to woo her away to manage their own households, but she was adamant in her decision to remain single. Her sense of humor was keen and unfailing. The mother of a certain clergyman's wife, who had often seen Miss Rebecca in company with her brother, had a way of asking her "how her husband was today." After a half-dozen repetitions of this offense, Miss Rebecca's spirit was roused. She said later, "I made up my mind that I would say something to that woman which would make her remember, So when she next asked me the usual question, I said, 'You mean my brother, As I have told you, I have no husband. I am what they call an old maid,' She never asked me again."
Miss Crittenden was the member of longest standing in the Congregational church of Charlemont and none was more faithful. In everything that went on in the town she was profoundly interested, and she was always ready to help on every good work in the community. ......
She was 87 when they laid her away in the beautiful little Bozrah graveyard, among her vanished kindred, and not far from the spot where she was born. ..... The old place is as it always was, surrounded, by the trees and flowers and meadows she loved. But Charlemont will never seem the same to some of us again.
..... In April there passed away from this small community the rare soul of Miss Rebecca Crittenden, and to some of the regular summer visitors no loss could be more deeply felt. For many years, from early June to late September, she kept in her clean and comfortable little cottage, to their joy and delight the [Edward P. & Kate Upson] Clark family of Brooklyn, with its three boys ..... and each year bound more firmly the ties of love and esteem between them and Miss Rebecca. .......
How she labored to provide the food we most enjoyed! Were ever such creamy "dried-beef gravy," such wonderful "pork cake," such ravishing pop-corn balls! When we returned in the evenings from the weekly baseball tournaments all over the county, we were never too late to find her cooking some delicious hot dish for us--a rich soup--cream toast, scrambled eggs.
Was a picnic on the program? Then sandwiches, cakes, hard-boiled eggs, tumblers of jelly and pickles, cold tea and coffee, and other delicacies, all temptingly prepared, were provided in wholesale quantities, for she well knew the appetite of boyhood. ......
It was a source of amusement to all of Miss Rebecca's friends in the old days, to mark the procession of widowers that visited her domicile, as the years went by, in an attempt to woo her away to manage their own households, but she was adamant in her decision to remain single. Her sense of humor was keen and unfailing. The mother of a certain clergyman's wife, who had often seen Miss Rebecca in company with her brother, had a way of asking her "how her husband was today." After a half-dozen repetitions of this offense, Miss Rebecca's spirit was roused. She said later, "I made up my mind that I would say something to that woman which would make her remember, So when she next asked me the usual question, I said, 'You mean my brother, As I have told you, I have no husband. I am what they call an old maid,' She never asked me again."
Miss Crittenden was the member of longest standing in the Congregational church of Charlemont and none was more faithful. In everything that went on in the town she was profoundly interested, and she was always ready to help on every good work in the community. ......
She was 87 when they laid her away in the beautiful little Bozrah graveyard, among her vanished kindred, and not far from the spot where she was born. ..... The old place is as it always was, surrounded, by the trees and flowers and meadows she loved. But Charlemont will never seem the same to some of us again.
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