The Way We Were
Culled by Judy Garrison
From December 1911 issues of The Andes Recorder
100 Years Ago
WEEK IN AND ABOUT ANDES
Events of a Week as Chronicled by
the Man on the Street
With commentary by Jim Andrews
At noon on Wednesday, December 6 William Glendening and Miss Hazel Liddle were quietly married at the home of the parents of the bride, Mr. and Mrs. A. D. Liddle, in Andes village.…The house was decorated with evergreens, white chrysanthemums and roses. The bride was becomingly gowned in a dress of navy blue velvet. The traveling suit was of blue, with a black beaver hat.
Immediately after luncheon had been served the couple left by carriage for Delhi, where they took a 5 o’clock train for a wedding trip to Lockport and Niagara Falls. [Jim Andrews: William and Hazel Liddle Glendening were the parents of Robert and James Archibald (Arch) Glendening. Bob was a doctor and Arch was the math teacher at ACS. Many Andes alumni will fondly remember Arch, who was married to Sylvia, the school librarian and Andes Public Library Trustee President. Hazel was the pianist at the Presbyterian Church for over 20 years and gave music lessons to many Andes young people. They lived in the Bill Taylor house across from the bank.]
The great American feast day has arrived. Other days that are given over to celebrating in a deglutitory way [Ed.: I think this neologism is meant to be a coining of a new word combining degustatory with gluttony or gluttinous], may come and go, but Thanksgiving Day remains supreme. The very name of the day has now come to be regarded as synonymous with a turkey dinner.
George Knapp, coal man for Armstrong Bros, knows how it feels to be in coal “up to his neck.” A few days ago he went to unload a car and after opening the dump on the bottom of the car he climbed up and jumped onto the top of the coal. The effect was magical, the coal started downward like an avalanche in the Alps and so did George. The result was that the efforts of George to remain on top were without avail and he was in a brief space of time buried in the black diamonds with only his head above their glittering surface and he was absolutely a prisoner, unable to move. His lusty cries finally brought Anthony Banust to his aid and he was rescued. [JA: I am assuming that this was a railroad car filled with coal. In 1911 in Andes most people of any means at all heated their homes and cooked their meals with coal.]
Town Superintendent of Highways Mayham is trying to prevent some of the huge snowdrifts that block the road on Palmer Hill every winter, by erecting board fences to stop the snow.
Mrs. John Saxouer and Mrs. Arney Barnes, of Cabin Hill, were injured in a runaway accident last Friday as they were on their way to Andes. The ladies with two Barnes children, started for the village with Mrs. Barnes as driver. Above A. J. McNought’s the horse started on a trot but its speed, in spite of the efforts of the driver, increased and it broke into a run. Mrs. Saxouer was holding the Barnes baby and she threw it onto a snow bank as they passed and it escaped injury. The ladies were thrown out and the horse ran to Foster Little’s, where it was caught. Mrs. Saxouer sustained a cut on the nose a sprained shoulder and bruises, while Mrs. Barnes escaped with bruises.
William Gorton will appear at the U.P. church in Andes on Saturday evening, December 16, as the second number on the Entertainment Course. He presents a program of widely different features, including modeling in clay, character studies in costume, cartoons in charcoal, etc. There are no “waits”; something “doing” every minute. The press gives him high praise. The entertainment is educational.
George Huntly and wife, of Union Grove, left Friday to spend the winter at Glouchester Pt., Virginia.
DeWitt Whitey and wife, of Arkville, and Miss Maude Dawson, of Union Grove, started Wednesday for the South and will spend the winter in Florida, where he purchased a farm last winter. [Ed.: There were Andes snowbirds even in 1911!]
Last Thursday night someone provided for their Christmas dinner by stealing W. B. Satterley’s only turkey from his hen house. The same night the hen house of Miss Mary Marx was broken into and four of her hens taken. [JA: Mary Marx lived in the house that stood on the site now occupied by the Andes Motel.]~