100 Years Ago - March 1913
Red-headed girl disappears
Bertha, 16 years old, red-headed and vivacious, employed as a waitress at the Bolton House, suddenly left town one recent night without troubling herself to explain to her employer, landlord William O. Terry, the why and wherefore of her departure. At the same time Edward, a boarder at the hotel, who although a married man had been attentive to the girl, turned up missing. People wise to the circumstances have concluded that the pair packed their duds in one suitcase and took their departure together.
Eddie is one of the few ne’er-do-wells of the town. He has been a bad boy ever since he learned to be one and has became adept at the art, such as it may be called. He has been mixed up in numerous scrapes and has served one term in the Albany Penitentiary for petit larceny. He is the only son of his mother and she is a widow who has tried to keep him on the narrow path of rectitude. Eddie has a wife and four small children and his wife says she doesn’t care if he ever comes back.
Eddie’s last employment in town was with the Noble Brothers cutting ice and he hastened to collect his pay. He is alleged to have raised money to leave town by a forged check given to a Glens Falls merchant.
Eddie and Bertha, his auburn-haired charmer, secretly made their preparation for flight and went to Lake George on a Hudson Valley trolley car and there he, so it is said, purchased two tickets for Buffalo. (Note: Because this scandalous couple both have last names common to this area, I have omitted them to avoid embarrassing any reader with a similar name who is probably no relation to them.)
Town’s oldest resident dead
Truman Everts, 92, Warrensburgh’s oldest resident, died Monday, March 3, 1913 of broncho-pneumonia. He had suffered from a cold which developed into pneumonia. His great age made it impossible to withstand the attack of the terrible disease.
Mr. Everts was born Aug. 10, 1820 in Thurman and came to Warrensburgh 38 years ago. He was brought up on a farm and the active years of his entire life were devoted to tilling the soil. When he moved to Warrensburgh, he bought a small farm on upper Hudson St. just outside the village where he lived in peace and comfort. His wife died four years ago. Alonzo Sherman was brought up by the old couple and he faithfully cared for them in their declining years. Mr. Everts deeded the property to Alonzo several years ago but retained a life lease.
The deceased was twice married. His first wife was Samantha Mead, by whom he had one daughter, Addie, who became the wife of Wallace Baker of Warrensburgh. She died some years ago leaving two children, Dr. Bertram T. Baker and Mrs. Howard Brown. Truman Everts was buried in the Warrensburgh Cemetery, with the Rev. H.F. Titus officiating.
(Note: The former Everts farmhouse is on the property just north of the Warrensburgh Cemetery on the east side, at 174 Hudson St. It has been owned and occupied by the same family for 138 years. Truman Everts bought the house in 1875 and deeded it to his adopted son, Alonzo Sherman who resided there with his wife, Anna Gregory. Their son Francis J. “Red” Sherman was born at home in 1920 and married Shirley Bell in 1965. Frank ran a motorcycle and used car sales shop on the property. His children were Carol and Joseph Sherman and stepdaughter, Faith McGinnis. He died at home Sept. 19, 2012 at the age of 92 years in the same bed he was born in and is buried in the cemetery next door in the Everts lot.
The keys were given to the stationmaster of the brand new Grand Central Train Station terminal in New York City and on Feb. 2, 1913, it was opened to the public. (Note: This extraordinary building was saved in the 1970s by preservationists and in 2013 a postage stamp was issued in honor of the opening.)
Elizabeth Gurley Flynn, 23, who since the age of 15 years old, has spoken eloquently on the street corners of New York City telling her audiences that workers deserved higher wages and better working conditions, is currently addressing strikers in Patterson, N.J. She is a leading organizer for the Industrial Workers of the World, a radical union known as the “Wobblies.”
In the ever-growing advent of the automobile, gasoline in the early days was purchased by the bucketful at repair shops and mercantile stores. For the past eight years we have benefited from the invention of Sylvanus Bowser, who developed the first “filling station” in 1905 and owns a gasoline pump factory in Fort Wayne, Indiana. (Note; Bower had a penchant for sniffing gas, a aroma which he said he loved and smelled to him like money, It is suspected that in 1938 this habit was the cause of his death.)
Short winter now fading
The few inches of snow that fell on the last day of February has made business start up after a nearly bare winter. W.W. Bowyer of Chestertown has over 600 markets of logs which he has finished in 5 days. This is the quickest time for a job of that size that is known around here. All the teams that can be found are called into play and they work all day Sunday and not many words of criticism are heard and all agree that the end justified the means. The weather is now starting to slowly warm up and winter’s backbone seems to be broken by the bright sun.
In sharp contrast, it was just 25 years ago that the big blizzard of 1888, the greatest storm to ever hit this area, commenced. It began March 11 and continued for three days, leaving four feet of snow on the ground and mountainous drifts, some of which buried fences and were not completely melted the following August. (Note: In March 1804 a three-day storm nearly as bad left drifts 10 feet high.)
Thurman teamster injured
George Dow, a teamster employed by Watson Everts, had four ribs broken and sustained internal injuries in a recent accident when he was caught between logs and a tree. He was driving a heavy load of logs on a wagon from the Alvin Harris place in Athol to the Hudson River. Reaching an icy place where the road inclined toward a sloping bank, he whipped up the horses and succeeded in getting the front wheels over the dangerous place, but the rear wheels slewed and carried the wagon over the bank.
The load tipped over and Dow was pinned between the heavy logs and a tree. His employer, Mr. Everts, who was nearby, went to his assistance and removed the logs from the unconscious man. Dow was carried to the home of Thomas Coyle, the nearest residence, where he was attended by Dr. J.M. Griffin. One of the man’s ribs was torn from his backbone and the other was broken in two places and he was also injured internally. If nothing else develops, however, he will probably recover.
William Petteys, 55, a former resident of Warrensburgh, drowned in the Hudson River and his body was found some time later near New Baltimore. In a pocket of the dead man’s coat were two letters, one was addressed to Jabez Waddell of Johnsburgh. Mr. Waddell was notified and his son, Delbert Waddell went to New Baltimore and viewed the body. By means of a scar on the forehead and a missing eye as well as general appearance, the badly decomposed body which had been in the water for several weeks was positively identified as Petteys, who was well known to the Waddell family. Just how he got in the water is a mystery which cannot be solved.
He lived in Warrensburgh about 10 or 12 years ago and was employed in the Shirt Factory. He made his home here with his late sister, Mrs. L.N. Beach. Petteys married Hattie Morrison of Hamilton County and they had two children, Willie and Mabel Petteys. Waddell has been unable to locate the family.
(Note: In 1615 Friar Elstow, when threatened with drowning by King Henry V111, said “With thanks to God we know the way to heaven, to be as ready by water as by land, and therefore we care not which way we go.”
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