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Crawford County (IN) Democrat, January 31, 1918, p. 1.
MILLTOWN
Delmar Patrick and Edward Ferguson were at English Saturday taking teachers'
examination.
Crawford County (IN) Democrat, January 31, 1918, p. 1.
MILLTOWN
Mrs. Cad Jones died Saturday morning. She is survived by her husband and
three children.
Crawford County (IN) Democrat, January 24, 1918, p. 8.
Everybody in our town was glad to hear Mark Duffendach, who is somewhere in
France, "has completely recovered and is feeling fine."
Crawford County (IN) Democrat, January 24, 1918, p. 8.
Ed Holland, who has been in training at Camp Zachary Taylor, Ky., has been
discharged from service on account of disability.
Indianapolis (IN) News, February 14 1900, p. 6.
MURDER TRIAL AT JEFFERSONVILLE
Jeffersonville, Ind., February 14-Nelson Dickerson was placed on trial in
the Clark Circuit Court yesterday afternoon on the charge of murder at
Cementville, October 23, 1899. It is alleged that he quarreled with Philip,
alias "Toad," Richardson and shot him in the back, killing him instantly.
Davenport (IA) Daily Republican, November 15, 1901, p. 1.
RATHBUN HELD FOR MURDER
Self-confessed Insurance Fraud Conspirator Arraigned on Charge at
Jeffersonville, Indiana
Jeffersonville, Ind., Nov. 14-Newell C. Rathbun (consider Rathburn as a
spelling variant), suspected of killing Charles Goodman, was this afternoon
positively identified by an officer and acquaintance of the prisoner from
Little Rock, Ark., where he lived for a while. Later Rathbun was arraigned
before Mayor Rader on the charge of murder. Rathbun pleaded not guilty and
Mayor Rader held him without bond. The prisoner had no lawyer. After being
arraigned, he was taken back to jail. The circuit court will convene a
special term Monday, and a grand jury will be empaneled to consider
Rathbun's case.
The prisoner is becoming less talkative and evidently realizes that he has
already talked too much, but he is reported to have said to a fellow
prisoner at the jail, "The officers haven't a thing on which to convict. A
man's intention does not mean that he may be convicted."
Indianapolis (IN) News, June 4, 1897, p. 2.
THE VERY LATEST FISH STORY
Jeffersonville, Ind., June 4-William Gray, while fishing on the falls last
evening, hooked an enormous perch that jerked him off his feet into deep
water. Charles Johnson and Fred Dillinger jumped in after him and, after a
desperate struggle, managed to get the almost drowned fisherman ashore, Mr.
Gray clinging to his capture.
Indianapolis (IN) News, March 24, 1899, p. 2.
TRIED TO DROWN A PLAYMATE
Jeffersonville, Ind., March 24-A negro boy, who ran away before his name
could be learned, attempted yesterday to drown Willie Broker, white, ten
years old. The two were playing on an unused ferry dock when they began to
quarrel. While Broker's back was turned, the negro shoved him into the
river where the water was 20 feet deep. He was rescued by engineer Mat
Dugan of the City of Jeffersonville when going down for the last time.
Indianapolis (IN) News, October 23, 1899, p. 2.
A WEALTHY MAN MISSING
Jeffersonville, Ind., October 23-Alexander Frazee, patentee of the brush
machine used in the Indiana Reformatory, is mysteriously missing from his
home at Clarksville. He was recently released from the Central Indiana
Insane Hospital. He sold off all his possessions, drew $14,000 from bank,
and left without explanation.
Brown County (IN) Democrat, January 21, 1926, p. 1.
Born to Mrs. Cecil Poling, Wednesday, a son. Mrs. Poling is a daughter of
Mr. and Mrs. Alonzo Kennedy of Nashville.
Brown County (IN) Democrat, January 21, 1926, p. 1.
Clinton Moore, now proprietor of the Nashville Hotel, will open a restaurant
soon. The hotel property has been sold, as stated in this paper last week,
and Mr. Moore will dispose of his hotel fixtures at public sale January 30
and go into the restaurant business.
Brown County (IN) Democrat, January 21, 1926, p. 1.
ELIZABETH CROUCH WAS 90 YEARS OLD
Widow of Hiram Crouch Was Br4on in Kentucky-Mother of 13 Children-Died Last
Friday
Mrs. Elizabeth J. Crouch, widow of Hiram Crouch, died at her home a few
miles east of Nashville last Friday at the advanced age of 90 years. She
was born in Bell County, Kentucky, December 24, 1835. Before her marriage
she was Miss Elizabeth J. Taylor. At the age of 18 she became the wife of
Hiram M. Crouch, then a resident of Kentucky. To them thirteen children
were born: five of whom, with their father, preceded the mother in death.
The surviving children are: Rachel Waltz, Mary Shipley, Charlotte Barbery,
James, John, Charles, Joe and Daniel Crouch. She is survived by 64
grandchildren and a number of great grandchildren.
She and her husband spent part of their married life in Kentucky but later
decided to come to Indiana and settled in this county.
About 40 years ago Mrs. Crouch affiliated herself with the cause of Christ
while the gospel was being preached at the Clark school house. Later, when
the Clark Church was organized, she united with it and remained a faithful
member until her death.
Funeral services were conducted at the home last Saturday at 2 PM by Rev. C.
M. Bless. Interment was in the Crouch Cemetery.
Brown County (IN) Democrat, January 21, 1926, p. 1.
FORMER CITIZEN DEAD
Charles E. Potter (difficult to read), many years ago a resident of this
county, died at the soldier's home at Lafayette Sunday where he went from
Columbus two months ago. He was a veteran of the Civil War and was 78 years
of age. His remains were brought to Columbus for funeral and burial. He is
survived by the widow, two sons and three daughters.
Brown County (IN) Democrat, January 14, 1926, p. 1.
JACKSON CREEK
Mr. and Mrs. James Jablinskey are the happy parents of a baby girl born to
them Jan. 10 at their home in Harbor Springs, Mich. Mrs. Joblinskey (sic)
is a daughter of Mrs. Dora Duvall.
Columbus (IN) Daily Herald, October 1, 1897, p. 10.
NEW STONE ARCH BRIDGE
James Anderson of Hartsville has been awarded the contract to construct the
stone arch bridge across Haw Creek just north of Hope for $453. Heretofore,
there has been no ridge at that point.
Columbus (IN) Daily Herald, October 1, 1897, p. 4.
DIVORCE CASE DISMISSED, PLAINTIFF FAILING TO APPEAR
In the circuit court today the divorce case of Frank Vickey vs. Ellen Vickey
was dismissed, the plaintiff failing to appear to push the case, and
judgment was rendered against Vickey for costs.
Columbus (IN) Daily Herald, October 1, 1897.
SERIOUSLY INJURED
Ed Shipman Brought Home Unconscious
About eleven o'clock Friday night, Ed Shipman of this city was seriously
injured by falling from the train near Rockford.
At Seymour, three extra coaches were attached to the regular train, and they
were filled full to overflowing long before the arrival of the train. When
the train came to a standstill at the Seymour platform, a rush was made for
the cars, and in a jiffy the regular train, too, was crowded until there was
no longer standing room in the aisles. The steps of the cars were also used
and were very much crowded.
Just before reaching White River, the train checked to take water at
Rockford. Shipman was on the steps of the front end of the third passenger
coach from the express car and was on the right side of the steps. While
the train was yet in motion, he stepped from the train intending to wait for
the last coach and board it. The train was on the south side of the trestle
as Shipman jumped. Beneath the trestle the ground is covered with rock to
prevent washing in case of high waters. Shipman fell a distance of fifteen
or twenty feet and struck the rocks below.
The conductor was notified at once of what had happened, and the train was
stopped. The brakeman and another trainman went back with their lanterns
and found Shipman unconscious. They signaled the engineer and the train was
backed to where the accident occurred. Shipman was placed on a stretcher
and carried up the embankment, but there being no room in the coach, the
engineer was again signaled and backed the train until the express car was
opposite them. Shipman was placed in the express car and brought to
Columbus.
The train was delayed by the accident and did not arrive here until 11:40
o'clock. Shipman was carried to the hospital in an unconscious condition
where the injuries were attended.
Upon examination it was found that the collar bone had been fractured in two
places on the right side. The frontal bone of his skull was also fractured
and injured some internally He regained consciousness during the night.
Columbus (IN) Daily Herald, October 1, 1897, p 4.
FROM GAITY TO GLOOOM
"Monk" Sullivan Captured While Enjoying the Festivities at Seymour
Constable Gable returned from Seymour Thursday having gone there to arrest
Henry Sullivan, known by many as "Monk" Sullivan.
Monk was arrested in the midst of the festivities of the fair and was
brought back here and lodged in jail.
He was arrested here several months ago for intoxication and convicted at
which time his fine was stayed by Wilbur Thompson, and it was for his
failure to pay the fine that he was arrested this time. He has an 11-day
sentence to serve out in jail.
Columbus (IN) Daily Herald, October 1, 1897, p 4.
LEFT HOME UNCEREMONIOUSLY
On Tuesday evening a young man drove up to the home of William Dine, who
lives on Terrel (consider Terrell a spelling variant) Newsom's place near
Clifford, got Din's (sic) daughter, who is about 16 years old, in hi buggy
and the two drove away. Up till Thursday evening the girl had not returned
home or been heard from.
Salem (IN) Democrat, September 11, 1907, p. 2. NOTE: Portions of this
article were not legible when copied from microfilm. They are so noted
below in parenthesis.
HISTORICAL REMINISCENCES
By E. Hicks Trueblood
I rejoice that we have in Washington County a historical society. Thought
it is yet in its infancy, we shall see it grow strong; it will gather
strength and power with the years that are to come. I know this from the
interest already awakened. Now that our county has given rooms, what is in
the way of a steady growth?
What I shall write will be in a rambling way. When a small boy, not yet in
my teens, I thought to take a stroll in the woods near my fathers place one
Sabbath morning in the month of September. The (five or six illegible
words) southern portion the timber had been cut away in order that a rude
log cabin might be built, and here a colored man lived whose name was Isaac
Jorden (consider Jordan and Jourdan as spelling variants). I chanced to
meet the sable-faced man and his companion, a big shaggy dog, very
unexpectedly that morning. The dog bounded at me, and his big feet were on
my shoulders before I had tom and run and cry. As I remember now, I was
hurt worse by the (four or five illegible words) at me than I was by any
harm the dog did me. Jordan (sic) asked me where I had been and where I was
going. I replied that I was just rambling around. The truth is that I was
after paw paws.
Tremblingly, I asked him where h had been. Oh, not much anywhere, he
said, just been circumlocuting around a little
I dont know whether this man really wanted to frighten me from the pawpaw
patch or to show off some of his knowledge. He pointed to some large beech
trees, the surface apparently smooth and perfect, and informed me that the
bears in early times had made marks on the bark with their sharp claws.
Again pointing to some low places on the grounds, resembling hog wallows, he
informed me that they were bear wallows. The shaggy dog, Isaac Jorden, the
cabin and the woods are goneI alone am left to tell the story. This black
many must have sometimes been of a despondent nature. A scar on his neck
was said to have been made with a knife while ascending a tree for the
purpose of committing suicide. If the knife failed to kill him, the fall to
the ground would surer end his earthly career. I remember Isaac Jorden more
vividly by his shaggy dog and the big words he seemed to delight in using
than in anything else. But I am rambling instead of circumlocuting.
At our last meeting we were shown a curiosity in the shape of an old
railroad bond, leased (difficult to read) by the New Albany and Salem Road,
a ten-dollar bond bearing the date of 1848, James Brooks of New Albany,
being the president of the company.
Before the steam whistle was heard in Salem, however, the company was broken
up and the road went into other hands that did build the line to Salem and
thence on to Michigan City, but today Salem or New Albany have not so much
as their names on the cars that pass by us every day. Over fifty years have
passed since that a date, and the whistle is heard on no other line in the
county. But can we say that this is the only railroad ever built in
Washington County.
(Three or four illegible words) for away back before there was a Monon, when
Alva C. and E. Tyson Trueblood were little boys living at Highland, the
railroad spirit came over them and they built and equipped a line from their
fathers barn to the house, it being down grade. A garden lay between the
barn and the house, but the track took a rainbow circle around it and went
safely into the depot at the house. If my memory is not a fault, a tin horn
was used to frighten poultry or animals that might be on the track. I am
sorry I cannot say how the train was taken up grade but might guess that
they hitched old Cifix (difficult to read) to it. Old Cifix was the good
horse that went round and round grinding slippery elm, wild cherry, dogwood
and other barks and roots and these the doctor used in his practice, selling
the surplus to Louisville druggists under the botanical names.
Speaking of Cifix reminds me of one of my fathers horses that had a
history. When the railroad was built, not Alvas and Tysons, dray horses
were in demand and as our old Morgan was considerably past his prime, father
consented to let him go on the works in care of a man who promised to take
good care of him and pay ten dollars for his use, the money to come when the
road paid off. If Morgan ever carted dirt on the road, he had a different
master from the one who engage him of father, the animal was traded away
before the man got home with him.
A horse of a later date and better style was a pet on our place and had a
real patriotic history; he was no railroad building plug. On the tenth of
July 1863, two of John Morgans band of thieves passed this way, went to
the pasture lot for our Frank, but the horse was not caught napping. Each
time they made an effort to corner and bridle him, Frank turned his heels,
with head up and his white plume shaking, galloped to another part of the
field and left Morgans men to walk back, all the while cursing the Quaker
horse. It may be said to Franks credit, however, that our little nice of
ten years had no trouble in bridling the horse and mounting his broad back.
To jump from horses to electric (five or six illegible words) appear as I
told the colored gentleman, rambling, but I want to say, and many who read
this will bear me out in the assertion, that we had here in Salem before the
day s of Bell and Edison, an electrician of no small repute. But for his
being busy in the silversmith shop, Erastus K. Coffin might have given the
world electric lights and telephones. When business would permit, this
wonderful man would leave his shop, take his electric batteries and go to
some country school house where he would tell the people that we were on the
eve of great inventions by the aid of the wonderful power of electricity.
He explained how light would be produced and how the human voice would
travel on the wave of the air. I recall how enthusiastic he was and believe
he was evolving in his mind plans to make good what he explained to the
people.
What is there in the climate of Washington County that produced so many
remarkable men and women? Not only in later years, but all the way back to
the first settlement. The first settlers here, whether from the east or
from the south, must have been the very cream of the country. There was Dr.
Charles Hay, fresh from the medical college of Kentucky, who, with his young
wife, located in Salem among strangers. He was so true to his profession
and to the diploma the college had given him, that when many fled, and
advised him to do so, from the epidemic of cholera that visited Salem in
33, he said No, I am (two or three illegible words) my services are
needed. I shall remain at my post of duty and visit the afflicted whenever
called upon to do so.
And while this young physician almost took his life in his hands, (five or
six illegible words), was caring for their little son, John, in a modest
little house east and a few steps from the courthouse. That little son was
given a plain name, but when it is now pronounced, the world sees in it a
man that had a great and good heart. I cannot follow up his brilliant
career as a statesman and diplomat but will point out one of the
characteristicsthat of extreme modesty. When at the Peace Congress a few
years before, (two or three illegible words) would arise and respond to the
questions put to him in this manner: My chief or president so directs me.
He took no credit for himself, when in fact it was the mind of John Hay
moving towards peace in that great assembly at Boston.
And at that convention in Boston (five or six illegible words)
representatives from every section of the globe, there was Doctor Benjamin
F. Trueblood, a naïve and former Washington County boy who was the secretary
of the great gathering. It was said of Dr. Trueblood, He is a grand man,
and it was asked where he was from. The answer was a commonplace one, Oh,
down where Secretary Hay was born, down in Southern Indiana. That country
is prolific of great men. Well, this boy, this same Dr. Truebloodwe knew
him as a boywas called upon to read letters and manuscripts written in many
different tongues, but that all seemed alike to him. The great diplomat
might have been over modest, but Benjamin F. Trueblood had everlasting
push in his veins. Therefore, they were unlike in their makeup.
I am led to speak of one more Washington County product, a man who has
served us in the councils of the nation. In the fall of 1863, if memory is
not at fault, a big meeting was held in this courtyard. The Civil War was
at white heat and a draft seemed necessary to fill the diminished ranks in
the army. A Kentucky orator arose before the large gathering and proclaimed
that the war had gone far enough and ought to be resisted. In fiery
language he depicted the horrors our boys were compelled to endure.
Chagrinned at this address, a son of Indiana arose and declared that the
time had come when the people should resist the wicked utterings just heard.
As soon as this speaker was seated, the name Cravens, Cravens, resounded
throughout the vast crowds, and General James A. Cravens arose and the
cheering was loud and prolonged. He said, in part, as near as my
recollection serves me, Yes, it is true our boys have suffered hardships
and others who are called upon to go forward and defend their country, may
suffer hardships (five or six illegible words) cost and all it will cost and
all it can cost. I am surprised at what we have heard here today. I think
everyone who is not willing to uphold his country in times of need does not
deserve to live in it. We must and shall have an undivided union even if it
takes all we possess to save it. After going on in this way for half an
hour, telling of the blessings that have come to the people, pointing out
the dark consequences that would result in a surrender of our liberty, the
general sat down amid round after round of applause. That night word went
to Indianapolis of these speechesvery opposite, however, in their
meaningand the next day arrests were made of several citizens who were
charged with treasonable utterances. General James A. Cravens had much to
do in striking down treason. He was loyal and patriotic to the very core
and our citizens will ever honor his name.
Another of our best known men comes to mind, a man of the type of General
Cravens. Stephen D. Sayles was a true man, a great man and a good man. As
a member of the old settlers society of this, his native county, he was
ever deeply interested in its welfare and since the historical part in
connection with that organization was made, he was especially a valuable
member. No pen can tell the worth this man has been to our community. His
biography, if written, might be a great incentive to young men travelling up
the hill of life as he travelled it. We, in (five or six illegible words)
bestowing our honors