Culled by Judy Garrison
With Commentary by Jim Andrews
From May 1919 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
Thomas Cowan, on Palmer Hill, has had a milking machine installed at his farm. [Jim Andrews: I believe that milking machines also could be powered from a Delco plant. Electricity was available in Andes in 1919, but I highly doubt that at that time any rural farms were using electricity—so it probably was a Delco powered machine.]
William Thomson, “the tailor,” of Delhi, spent the week-end visiting his old home and friends here.
Samuel Jenkins, a civil war veteran, whose home was in Kellys Corners, was found dead in bed Tuesday morning, April 29, by his niece, Mrs. Herman Craw, with whom he resided. He had been in poor health for some time. Mr. Jenkins was 84 years of age and during the civil war served in Co. G. of the 144th Regiment. (He was an uncle of Leslie Woolhearter of Andes.)
Joshua P. Hafele, who recently sold his farm at Tunis Lake, has rented the Margaret Calhoun house on Delaware avenue. [JA: I believe this would be Ron Guichard’s house—which was earlier the Peter Calhoun house.]
All were surprised Thursday night by a fall of snow Friday morning. The ground was frozen hard, there was ice in pails and buckets and snow was everywhere. The mercury dropped to 14 above zero and just what damage to small fruits cannot be told until later.
Mrs. Peter Maulick, on Beech Hill, sustained a broken arm Monday. She was cranking her Ford car when the engine back-fired and broke the large bone of her right arm. Doctor Wakeman, who was in town, reduced the fracture.
Tuesday, May 6, will be clean-up day in Andes. Have your rubbish for the team. If it storms the team will come the next day.
There was a notable display of Northern lights last Friday evening, extending from the west to northeast and covering about one-third of the vitible [sic] heavens.
A few nights ago parties entered the home of Mrs. Angell on Gray mountain, supposing that the owner was staying at E. E. Estus’. As it happened Mrs. Angell was in the house and hearing a noise in another room she appeared before the astonished visitors with a revolver in hand ready to shoot if necessary. The names of the parties has [sic] not been made public. A state police was here this week on the trail. [JA: Marian Angell lived alone in a house at the top of the mountain that was accessible by way of the road (now private and abandoned) that winds from behind the former Irving Campbell farm at the top of Coulter Road (next to the cemetery). The house is long gone but the foundation was there the last time I walked up. She was noted for driving a buckboard to town and for always being “armed.”]~