During Shadrack’s time in Ohio, Woodsfield was just being settled. On a certain Saturday in 1815 men were asked to help fell trees and clear an area of the town. In exchange for the hard work there would be a large kettle of “stew” to help. The recipe was well known and appears on Page 93 of the book. It follows - First, a large kettle, of gallons capacity, was placed upon the ground, resting upon three stones and a fire kindled under it. In it was put two or three buckets of water, a few pounds of maple sugar, a few ounces of allspice, which had been pounded in a rag, a pound of butter, and finally, two or three gallons of whiskey. When boiled the stew was taken off. With many strong arms and great quantities of stew, the county seat became a reality.
Yesterday morning, the Bearded Guy lit a fire in the woodstove for the first time this fall. To take off the morning chill, he says, for these fall days when temperatures dip into the 40s and the house cools off overnight.
Work of electrifying the striking apparatus of the courthouse clock has been completed and townsfolk really appreciate hearing the old clock strike again.
I will talk about MOM’s homemade bread and butchering, and I will continue to tell you all the things my dad taught me to do from welding rebar Christmas ornaments to changing brakes on his pick-up truck and learning how to shoot a gun. I will talk about Great-grandpa Love and his wife’s names being Mary and Joseph. And how I wish I could sing just one more song with Mom and Dad and my dad playing the guitar.
I’m feeling pretty proud of myself and go looking on Sportscenter for stories about me running around in a circle and become sorely disappointed when they aren’t talking about me at all.
It didn’t take long for her to realize that the snubbings were unintentional and due to my poor hearing prior to my reconstructive surgery. Other hurts were to a much larger extent and still make me feel a little woozy when I think of them. I used to wonder why they didn’t just come to me, and just ask, but a startling realization answered all I needed to know. When we can’t go to someone with our concerns it seems a great likelihood that it’s because of one of two things, there’s a good chance it’s none of our business at all or that it’s simply gossip and we know it. In some cases maybe it’s both.
I miss my old neighborhood I drove back there today Somebody tore our house down And took the swing away My heart sank when I saw it I always loved it so They cut down the trees I planted So many years ago I went over to my friend’s house And had a cup of tea Oh! I miss my old neighborhood And I hope it misses me.
Sports fans will all be glad to heat that “Best Sports Stories 1947” is in the library. This book is an annual collection of top-notch photographs. The prize for the best sports photograph goes to “Mired in Mud” a startling shot of mud-daubed Illinois-Ohio Sate players.
Wouldn’t it be nice if some of our township roads could look like this? Does anyone else remember the muddy mess on State Route 78 while they were drilling gas wells a few years ago? Boy I do! Drove through it twice a day. Maybe this deep well rig will bring more business into the area. Maybe it will bring increased revenue for our little county. Maybe it will help lower energy costs for everyone. Maybe it will help the good old USA become more energy independent. Only time will tell!
The wedding of Miss Alice Tubaugh and Paul Lallathin was solemnized at 10 a.m. June 4, by Minister Raymond Straight at his home in Woodsfield. With the close of the softball season here, the kiddies of the Monroe County Children's Home have been presented a half dozen balls by the league and many unused balls have been distributed to children who cannot afford the one thing that all kids should have for wholesome recreation.
Monroe County Beacon
103 East Court Street,
Woodsfield, OH 43793