Wednesday, August 26, 2015

On the Day Before Her Death Came Word of a Fortune

The Daily Register, January 23, 1899

Parkersburg, West Virginia, January 20 - Mrs. J. P. Eddy died suddenly in Ritchie County, yesterday. The life of Mrs. Eddy was a very romantic one.

She was raised in luxury in Pennsylvania and was married to Eddy against the wishes of her parents. She accompanied her husband to a small cabin on a rented farm in Ritchie County. She adapted herself to the surroundings and the couple were supremely happy amid hardships. They were frugal and industrious and were soon able to purchase the farm, and additions were made until the farm became a large estate and the cabin gave way to a more comfortable home.

Later if was found that the Eddy farm was splendid oil territory, and riches poured in upon them, but happiness departed. Troubles ensued, engendered by jealousy, and both parties sued for divorce. Several weeks ago Mrs. Eddy went to Harrisville where depositions were taken in her case. On her way home she was taken with a chill, and the next day she was suffering with pneumonia.

During all these years she had not heard from her girlhood home in Pennsylvania, but on the day before her death, a letter bearing the postmark of her native town was handed her. It was from a prominent attorney, a friend of her youth. He wrote that her father and mother were both dead, and in the settlement of the vast estate, her share was $80,000. Her death occurred the next day.

[Phebe Stackpole Eddy, died 27 Dec 1898?]

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Ask a Street in Rathbone

Marietta Daily Times, March 19, 1915

Residents of Rathbone Addition have petitioned the County Commissioners to open a fifty-foot street from the street car station at the road crossing, to the Minshall home, opposite the Children's Home, and running parallel with the street car line.

In Doan & Mann's Rathbone Heights addition a deal is pending for the sale of property upon which the prospective owner plans to erect a building for a store.

The addition may soon be the site of a new church building, a well known local minister being active in the work of agitating interest in the erection of a place of worship in the addition. Doan & Mann have agreed to donate ground for the site.

E. Patterson of Mill Creek has moved into the C. A. Whiston property in Rathbone Heights addition.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Brewer's Art Studio

The Marietta Times, December 9, 1869:

Our people should see the portraits of Colonel Mills and William F. Curtis at Mr. Brewer's studio over Pearce & Triem's Drug Store. As likenesses, they cannot be bettered. Besides, the artist has shown consummate skill in every detail of the work before him.

We cannot but express the hope that Mr. Brewer will be appreciated and patronized, as he should be, in a community like this. It is seldom that one so thoroughly master of his profession is at the service of those who wish to procure excellent portraits of themselves or of their friends. 

It is folly or nonsense to engage pictures - as some do - by having a photograph taken here, while the work of the painter is done elsewhere. The proverb, Descriptions decide nothing, is absolutely true in respect of persons. To make a good likeness, the artist must see the subject of his pencil, even though casually and but once. Otherwise, the portrait will be weak and unsatisfactory.

The Marietta Times, December 30, 1869:

 Mr. Brewer is now at work on portraits of President Andrews; W. H. Oldham, Esq.; William Warden, of the National House; and Dr. Stout. The pictures, as yet, are unfinished, but sufficient progress has been made to show that they will be good likenesses. 

It is worth the time and trouble to pay a visit to Mr. Brewer's studio over Pearce & Triem's Drug Store, on the Island. We have, heretofore, spoken in decided terms of his merits as an artist, and we could now but repeat what we said then. We do not believe that better work than his can be procured in the large cities, and we are certain that in Cincinnati, pictures greatly inferior to those which he produces, command twice the price he asks for a portrait.

The Marietta Times, January 27, 1870:

Mr. Brewer has finished a crayon portrait of W. H. Oldham which is worth seeing. It is not only a good likeness in that the features of his face are all there, but the vigor and force of expression which he has managed to throw into it make it one of the best pictures we ever saw.

A portrait of Mr. Warden of the National House, done in oil colors, will be recognized at once by anyone that has ever seen him. There are besides, admirable likenesses of other Marietta men - Col. Mills, W. F. Curtis, President Andrews, R. M. Stimson, and N. Fawcett.

Mr. Brewer will stay but a little while longer, and those who wish to have first-rate portraits should now avail themselves of this, the best opportunity they will ever have. No better pictures can be produced anywhere. To satisfy yourself of this, call at his studio, over Pearce & Triem's Drug Store. 

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

A Green-Horn's First Trip to Marietta

The Marietta Times, May 1, 1890

Away back in the 1830s when this country was thinly settled, I took my first trip to Marietta. My father was a plain farmer, and like most plain farmers, used a yoke of oxen and cart to haul his produce to market, to trade for groceries and other necessaries.

As my brother was going to Marietta with a load of produce, my father told me I might have all the walnuts I would gather and could go with my brother to sell them. I went right to work and gathered two bushels. I had heard father speak of all the principal stores, and was familiar with the names of most of the people who lived there. Most of the old settlers traded with Joe Hall. The business part of the town was from Hall's to Mills' corner on Ohio Street.

My brother drove down Greene Street to the market house, which was a building about fifty feet by twenty-five, and stood where the National Hotel now stands. As we backed up to the market house, a man came up and asked me what I had in the sack. I told him walnuts. He bought them and paid me two quarters for them. 

I started down town feeling very rich. Finally I came to a store where there were piles of cheese, cakes and crackers. I stepped up to the counter and asked a big red-faced man for a quarter's worth of crackers. He weighed out a pan full and asked me if I had anything to put them in. I took off my saw-tooth cap and held it up for him to put them in. He poured them in and I started out, but he told me to wait and get the rest of them. He weighed another pan full and asked had I no other place to put them. I opened my hunting shirt, which was belted around my waist, and he poured them in. 

I started back to the market house, carrying my cap full of crackers in my hands. When I got to the cart I emptied them into a half-bushel we had along and started for home. I had crackers enough to last for months, and so ended my first trip to the celebrated city of Marietta.

Old Boy.