Historical Wyoming County May 1952 - Old Fulton History
Historical Wyoming County May 1952 - Old Fulton History
Historical Wyoming County May 1952 - Old Fulton History
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<strong>May</strong> <strong>1952</strong> Page 98<br />
WARSAW, THE QTJEEN OP WYOMING VALLEY (cont.)<br />
marry "the girl he left behind him", but she was so much changed for<br />
the worst, had grown so old and homely, that he never said a word,<br />
but returned to his bachelor home on the frontier. The next year,<br />
however, he grew so lonely that he made another visit to his early<br />
home, proposed to another maiden and was accepted. Girls were very<br />
scarce about Warsaw then, though there are many beautiful ones there<br />
now. The first year that Mr. Salisbury came to Warsaw he alone<br />
cleared four acres of forest, and has cleared over 100 acres altogether<br />
.<br />
THE OLDEST INHABITANT<br />
The Democrat & Chronicle reporter also visited Mrs. Simeon<br />
Hovey, who came here in I80J4., and has lived here since then. She<br />
told her story--I am ninety, and was born in 1785° 1 went from<br />
Massachusetts with my father to Pennsylvania and we came from there<br />
in 1803 to Geneseo, where my husband built barns for the Wadsworths.<br />
We lived there a year and then moved to Leicester, now Moscow, where<br />
my husband built a barn for Judge Phelps. Then we came through the<br />
woods to Shubal Morris' house where we remained one night. There was<br />
little cleared land then. We moved here March 9> l80lj_, but my<br />
husband and brother had been here in 1803j and erected a log house<br />
for us. Bears, wildcats, wolves and deer were very numerous. We<br />
saw many Indians, as this was a hunting place of theirs. The Indians<br />
did not trouble us but were very kind. But there was one thing that<br />
made me afraid of them: My husband had parted two Indians who were<br />
quarreling in Geneseo and had hit an Indian with a stick. The Indians<br />
were afraid that he would die and wanted my husband, but Capt. Jones<br />
told them that if the Indian died, the "Little Carpenter", as they<br />
called him, would pay them $10. That ended it for the Indian got<br />
well.<br />
The year we came I gave birth to a son who was the first male<br />
child born in Warsaw. He was born on the 1st of September, l80lj., and<br />
lives with me now. They then went to Geneseo and. Attica for doctors.<br />
My memory is very good; the old events are more fresh than the<br />
recent ones. I was out milking one day and. I saw something darting<br />
among the cornstalks. I put away my pail and caught it around the<br />
neck; it was a little fawn.<br />
The woods were very thick when we came. There was but threefourths<br />
of an acre cleared near where Buxton's Wagon Shop now stands<br />
(Baptist Church area). My husband was to pay for his land by erecting<br />
a saw mill for Judge Webster. He built it in l8ol|_-5. It was<br />
the first mill in what is now <strong>Wyoming</strong> <strong>County</strong>. Our house had but one<br />
room and the work for the mill was all done there. I used to go<br />
after our cow, and one night I lost my way in the woods. The wolves<br />
were crying around me, but I at last got safely home. My husband<br />
and two brothers used to go to Geneseo to work, leaving me all alone<br />
with my child. They came home once in two weeks. When they got to<br />
the head of the valley, three miles away, they all shouted loudly<br />
and then I knew they were coming.<br />
All of the letters that came here used to be directed to "Batavia,<br />
No. 9, First Range". When my husband, took up the land there was not<br />
a tree cleared on it. I have always taken care of my house since<br />
180!}., and do so now, at ninety. I take a great deal of interest in<br />
reading; I have read the Bible through five times and am almost<br />
through the sixth. I read the newspaper and like to know what is<br />
going on.