Sunday, June 29, 2008

Oscar A. Olyer Killed by Motorcycle 1915

Typical Rig [Horse and buggy] of the 1915 period
Genealogy, life, times. and family of Oscar Alexander Olyer, farmer, School Trustee, Respected native of Moores, Clinton Co.,New York.
The first son of Philip Olyer and Lucretia Fanny Leach, born 10 March 1843 in Chazy, Clinton Co. N.Y.
Little is known of his childhood, except he was born and lived some time in Chazy, then in the 1870 census is living at home age 21 with his parents and siblings. on 10 Jan 1872 he married at St Albane, Vermont, Sarah Lucretia Daniels. Feb 18 1873 their first child Erwin was born, then a set of twins, 14 April 1876, died young, Ferdinhand William bn., 12 July 1879, Clayton George, 5 Feb 1882, Miles Owen, 25 Sep 1883, Dean Jessie, 28 Dec 1886, May Lillian, 14 July 1889, this agrees with her statement in 1910 census as having 8 birth 6 alive
March 2 1886 Oscar and Sarah bought a 52 1/2 acre section of lot no 152 of 420 acre's in the
Canadian and Novia Scotia Refuge Act, being S.W. corner. later known as O'brien Corners, a
hamlet on the corner of [1910] U.S. route 11 & Irona Road, 6.4 miles WSW Moores,N.Y. ,were
they built a home and barns, taking up farming.
In Mar 4 1892 Oscar was nominated Constable, a republican of Moore's. The Plattsburgh Sentinel Newspaper, has numerous account of this family visiting relatives year after year.
Sept. 9th 1909, their home was partial destroyed by fire on a Friday night, most of the contents were destroyed.
Ionia section of Plattsburgh Sentinel, has the following article: About a dozen ladies met at Mrs J.C.Lamberton to quilt for Mrs O.A. Olyer whose home, with nearly all the contents was destroyed by fire a few months ago. All the men arrived in time to partake of the bounteous supper provided by the ladies. Mrs Olyer heartily thanked her friends for their kindness.
Mr & Mrs Jesse Story, are rejoicing over the arrival of a sweet baby girl [Sadie] born 5 March,
a grandchild to Mr & Mrs O.A.Olyer.
11 May 1915, Oscar A. Olyer, a well known resident of Moores was
struck by a motorcycle while crossing the highway, leading from
Moores to Champlain Saturday May 8th, in afternoon, receiving injuries from which he died Sunday forenoon, without regaining consciousness.
Shown to left is a vintage 1914 motorcycle to give you an idea of what the machine looked like.
Mr Olyer was 72 years of age,was slightly deaf, and his sight was not the best. He was a school trustee in the town of Moores, and Saturday afternoon he went to the home of J.H, O'neill for purpose of conferring with him regarding school matters. After conference
Mr Olyer and his wife started to drive to Champlain, when a short distance from Moores village they met Mr Bates en route to Moores. The rigs [horse drawn carriages] were moving along on opposite sides of highway; [the photo shows typical improved dirt road of the area in 1915, dirt well graded but only wide enough for two Riggs to pass while the auto was coming in, the primary transportation was horse and buggy]
Mr Olyer stopping his horse "tail hi" walked across the road to
speak to Mr Bates, at the end of their short, conversation Mr Olyer turned and crossed the road to where his horse and rig stood. He did not see or hear the approaching motorcycle. upon which a Mr Roberts and his Companion were riding to Moores village, when near the center of the highway he was struck and thrown heavily to the ground, the distance between the two rigs was so close there was no time to either stop or change the coarse of his machine between the time Mr Olyer stepped to the center of the road and the time of the accident. The unfortunate Mr Olyer laid on the road side until 11 o'clock before being taken to his home, at what is known as O.Brien's Corners, where he lingered until 1 o'clock yesterday forenoon when he passed away. Corner, Fisk was notified of the accident and man's death, yesterday they went to Moores and made a thorough investigation of the matter, the physician who was called after the accident and remained with him until his death stated his death was due to shock and internal injuries. The only visible injuries Mr Olyer had at the accident was a broken wrist. Mrs Olyer, who witnessed the accident which resulted in her husbands death was in state of prostration over the sudden taking away of her husband.

1917 May 1st Notice of foreclosure estate of Oscar A. Olyer. Sarah Olyer lot 152 of 420 acre lot
of Canadian and Novia Scotia Refuge Act, being S.W. corner of lot 52 1/2 acre town Champlain to be sold 1 may 1917 on the court house steps.

In the 1930 census Sarah Olyer age 83 is living with her daughter May and her husband Jesse Story.
In a way its sad when you think how hard it must have been to make to payments on the farm and bring up 6 children, only to see it disappear due to accident. The descendants of Oscar will be covered in future post

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Sarah Booker Olyer,The Hat Lady,Athol,Mass


Family REUNION 3 AUG. 1941

OLYER REUNION. Everyone in the photo is a descendant of John Olyer of Lyon mountain, New York, with the exception of two people Wilbur Olyer and his wife Sarah Booker. standing with hat and white purse. kneeling just to the right of her is Wilbur, only man kneeling.

Wilbur's father was Philip Olyer, who married Harriett Battman, brother of our
John Olyer. He was the oldest Olyer at the reunion. Wilbur was born in 1876,
Altmont, Clinton Co. New York. When he was in his early teens went to work for
the Hardwood Mill, in Santa Clare, N.Y. were in a accident he had both legs broken
just below the knees.
He apparently recovered from this and was married to Clara S. Hagar in 1902, this
marriage lasted only a short time when he divorced and married Sarah E. Booker,
living in Athol, Worcester,Mass. with her parents in 1920 census his draft card of which
he had two, show that he worked in the Nitrate factory in 1917-18 and the second card
showed Starret Mfg. Co. in 1918
1930 census he had a net worth of $7500 and was manager, probably of the Hat shop
which in the census 1930 his wife is listed a proprietor. The photo was taken in all probability after the Olyer reunion of 1941. Our branch of family did
not know where Wilbur was before the reunion, from the photo of me would guess its about 1942. Knowing it was their my mother would have to make the trip there to see it.
When a hat had been displayed for a period of time rather than reduce the price she destroyed the hat. Her belief was-a customer who bought a hat one day, would be offended to know someone else could come in the shop a few days later and buy the same item at a discount-so everyone knew they were paying the lowest price no matter when they bought a hat from her. It must have worked as she had the shop all during the depression and well into the 40's, a very high end Ladies hat and accessory shop.

This is a break from Henry Olyers family but will be back with more of his children in the next post, eventual we will have the genealogy of all of Philip Olyer's decedents.

This genealogy of the Olyer line ended with Wilbur, as no known children have been found

Monday, June 23, 2008

You Know Nothing About Your Mother's Youth

A month or so ago "Jasia" at CreativeGene sponsored a carnival about mother. so I did a post. Then I began to think, "you know nothing about
your mother" Oh yes she was born in Spring Cove, New York in 1904 at a
lumber camp. She lived in Little Falls, N.Y., Nelliston, N.Y. and was married
in Albany N.Y. well that covers about 20 years.There certainly must be
more. Luckily about a week after the Carnival, Miriam Midkiff posted a
article about Northern New York Historical Newspapers, listed Tom Tryniski's web site I have been into genealogy since 1940, can boast 5 Mayflower ancestors, linnage to all the Magna Charta signers, kings, horse thieves, witches, Evan a tared and feathered direct ancestor, and on and on. But until I searched those Northern New York
Newspapers I knew little or nothing about the greatest woman who ever
lived my mom.
She was born in Spring Cove, Tupper Lake N.Y. 3 May
1904, at her grandmothers home, a few days later her mother Margaret
Cummings Olyer, returned to Little Falls,N.Y. with Mary, were the family lived, 25 High st., little Falls, N.Y. Mary attended Public School and she grew up, their and fell in love at age 16

The 5th hit I had Fulton History Web site:"Berlin Olyer father of Mary testified that his dau was born March 2 1902 [big error 1904] at tupper Lake, did not have permission to get married" got a chuckel out of this-- another Berlin Olyer ??

7th hit Fulton History Web Site: "Margaret Olyer mother of Mary will annul marriage" This got my attention, I became more serious, in short time I had a marriage date 20 April 1920 and a husband Silas Stever. Herkimer County Court:, two day trial transcript, "Little Mary Olyer" was only 16 when she was married, appeared in court with "short pink dress and matching picture
hat,with long shoulder length curls and dark flashing eyes" as the trial lawyer O'Donnel, said "I tried to examine this precious young lady, she did a better job of examining me". after two days of both families testimony the annulment
was granted and abduction charges against Silas Stever, were dropped.
The Olyer family had moved into Little Falls in 1900, would be my guess my grand mother moved out shortly after, April 2oth 1920 and went to Nelliston,
The trial created bold headlines in several of the area papers. This also explains why ,when my mother married my father in 1923 they went to Albany, New York, and from there to Deleware were he worked. She probably did not want anything to happen to this marriage.
I wish she had told me, but I know she would not have been able to do this. I am sure she knew I would find out, she helped me unravel the genealogy of her mother.
She had to know, I would some day find the record. She left boxes of
newspaper clipping and photos but nothing about this. The above picture
on right was take in 1921, when all of this was going on. The photo on the
left is 1923, just before my mom and my dad were married. After 1925 her
life has been a open book to me. One of my best memories was he giving me
a half dollar to riding my bicycle to "Pete the Greek's" ice cream parlor,
getting a 35 cent container of ice cream and 15 cents worth of hot fudge,
then peddling as fast as I could to get home before it melted, the two of us
would set on the porch and have ice cream sundaes. and talk about the
family history, this was a weekly event. She never mentioned anything about her life in Little Falls, and no one else in the family has ever mentioned it-wonder if posting this will loosen some tounges, resulting in more information. They were perfect parents, passing along to me all the knowledge and virtues one needs to live a good life, they allowed me to make my own mistakes and god knows I made a lot of them, none of them were there fault in any way. I was blessed to know them.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Vern Olyer Independant and Free Spirited

My uncle Vern-that is Vernon Adelbert Olyer "Sokkie" was a few steps ahead of the drum that the rest of us were marching to. He was born 13 Oct 1913 in Little Falls, New York. the 9th and last child of Berlin Olyer and Margaret Cummings, of Lyon Mountain, N.Y. He was only 12 years older than me so this was a perfect roe model. He attended school in Little Falls,N.Y. and Nelliston, N.Y. spending some time in high school at Fort Plain, N.Y. He got decent grades with no effort, was not interested in any school sports-loved to hunt and fish. His room at my gandmothers was great on one wall he had real grey squirrel tails nailed up to spell the date 1938 with all kinds of boy stuff all over the place, I used to love to get in there and just stare, in aw at it.
About the time I was in 5th grade he started to date my teacher. They would go camping at wells camp site, fore the weekend, with my parents and me. I had to be real careful to address her as miss Slater in class, but is was not that way at the beach. The guy with white belt is Vern the girl standing on right is my teacher Rose Slater.
Vern had the urge to travel, on the spur of the moment he took a bus to Los Angeles, Calif. He worked at various jobs and met Julia Adamskie, who he married, in 1939. Shortly after they came home to Nelliston, N.Y. As a boy of 14 I thought she was a angel, beautiful and fun to be around, she touched a spot in my heart that has been with me all my life. Well Vern got back into swing of things, no job, so lots of hunting and fishing. This was spoiled by a add for Photographer with Photo etching experience, by Akel and Smith bag co. in Canajoharie. He spent three days in the Utica N.Y. Library reading everything they had on the subject, got the position, worked for many years for them and became well recognized in the field. At the same time he joined a group called "Marry Minstral Makers" If you are not familiar with it-a group of about 40 people all talented in the entertainment field put on a show. The M.C. was in the front center row and on each end was one or two stand up comedians with cork blackened faces that
fill in around the singers and acts]. These end men keep the show rolling along.
His show Bizz blood surfaced again and he was M C of the Ted Mack "Original Amature Hour "talent search in the Utica, New York area. Where Vern ran the same type show, with the winners
locally going on to the network shows. Do you remember Ted Mack and the dancing cigarette pack? this show was like the present "American Idol" and "So you got Talent" all rolled into one show.
Yes he had the Cigarette dancers, with a match box not shown.

This brought him to his next challenge. On a visit to our home he told us about the opportunity he had to buy a new Ferris Wheel, a Mangels Whip and a kiddie ride, he was going into the carnival business at Caroga Lake. A $36,000 investment in the early 50's. The cost to ride was 10 cents, the park was open Memorial day until Labor day , mostly week ends. We were sure that the show business, divorce, remarriage was all to much for him. But he did it, much to our surprise, all the equipment was paid for in three years, boy was I wrong.

Some time back he had separated with Judy and was married to Hellen,
Selmar, they ran the rides at Shermans Park, Caroga Lake,N.Y. for a
few years, then he moved to south West Florida were he took up blue
crab fishing. he passed away 13 jun 1989 leaving a wife Helen, son John
and a daughter Sharon. He had great life always looking for next
challenge, ready to leave the last one as soon as it was a success, and
all of the things he tried were successful.
I have missed him a lot ,we close enough in age to have been brothers,
he always found a way to lighten the occasion, always the comedian.
Here he is standing in front of his 1932 ford, which he gave me when I
was 15.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Baby Isabel Olyer's Letter to Santa in 1901

The life,times and genealogy of -
My Grt Aunt Isabel Olyer at the age of 4 [with some help from her sister Mabel] sent
Santa a note. A copy of which the Plattsburgh Sentinel paper published in 1901.

Isabell Alice Olyer was born at Lyon Mountain, Clinton Co.,New York 29 Sep 1897
dau and child of Henry Lewise Olyer and Josephine Sweeney.
With a large family, and being sort of in the middle age range she had help and always someone to enjoy life with. Her older sister Mabel seems to have been in charge and early in the year 1901 they composed a letter to Santa Clause, and the Plattsburgh Sentinel newspaper published it on Dec 17 1901 under the Lyon Mountain news.
My Dear Santa Claus- I am a little girl four years old. I Want
you to come and see me Christmas and bring me a nice doll
all dressed in blue and with curly hair, and dear old Santa
please dont forget my little brother Rickie. He wants a new
sled and pair of skates. and dear Santa. when you come,
please leave the answer of this letter on out little black board
that you will find in the corner of the play room. My sister
Mabel is our teacher at home, and is helping write this letter.
Yours with lots of kisses BABY ISABEL OLYER

How trusting we were at that young age, and period of time, wonder if "Rickie" got his sled and skates.

Isabel married William Rice born 1891 in Vermont, they were probably married in Dannemora,N. Y. about 1915, for several years they lived in Dannemora, where there first child Mary Rice was born 1916, followed by William J. born in 1918 and then Frances K. in 1920 just in time to be included in the 1920 Census of Dannemora, Clinton Co. N.Y. Shortly after this birth the family moved to Whitehall,Washington Co. New York were William worked as an electrician in the Silk Mill. Arthur was born their in 1923, and Raymond in 1925. a few weeks after his birth, Isabell was in Saranac, visiting friends before going to Alabama to visit her sister,
when leaving the bus she turned her ankle resulting in so much damage she had to cancel her trip. Her last son Donald was born in 1928.
We know that in 1948 she was living in her winter home in Palm Beach,Fla.
Her Obituary is in the Plattsburgh Press Republican April 1960 : Isabell passed away at age of 64, 29 March 1960 , a resident of Clifton Park,N.Y. she was widow of William Rice. A native of Lyon Mountain, N.Y. leaving 3 daughters and 5 sons .

Thanks to the site for the fine job of archiving the early New York Historical Newspapers, we are able to find these interesting stories of our ancestors. If you have genealogical lines that go through the northern part of New York be sure and check this web site.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Richard Olyer Company A, 2 nd Pioneer WW1

Richard started life 24 mar 1893. at Lyon Mountain, the 4th son and 6th child of Henry Olyer and Jossie Sweeney. Henry was one of the first residence on Lyon Mountain, his father Philip Olyer was born in Denemora,Clinton Co. New York . So the Ancestry of our subject Richard has been in this area for at least 4 generations. The siblings of Richard's were very close, his sister Isabel wrote a note to Santa [in another post]but she made special mention of "Rickie" asking for a sled and skates for his 1901 xmas. At a early age Richard worked in the mines, as did almost everyone in the area. The photo is brother in law Allen Caswell in center, deep in the Lyon Mountain mines. You either worked in the mines or lumbering, a supporting industry for the mine. Richard, must have been Physicaly strong and good control of his mental state.

His World war 1 draft card , notes he was a mine worker, light blue eyes, light hair and single. Of course, being single, he was one of the first drafts- on 24 May 1918 he was ordered to appear on Tuesday of next week for the train to Camp Wadsworth, Spartensburgh, S.C. were they will prepare for oversea duty.
He was in, Company A 2nd Pioneer Infantry, a special unit cross
trained in infantry tactics and combat engineering. They would build and repair roads, bridges and anything else needed to keep regular combat troops on the move. His experience in the mines probably got him in this unit, just the kind of men the army wanted.
There were a lot of New Yorkers in the 2nd Pioneers, after basic in Camp Wadsworth, they were transfered to Camp Mills,New York. by July 1918 they were aboard a ship for France. The 2nd landed at Bordeaux and from there went to Bassens, in the Gironde to become "acclimated" and readied for service. The unit was about 200 men strong so you got to know and become close friends with each other, not good when these buddies are killed next to you.
The 1st and 2nd Pioneers were attached to support General Hunters Ligget t's First Army Corps and Major General Bullard's third army Corp. both of which were to participate in the joint Allied offensive to crack Marne salient. The 2nd Pioneers job was to build and maintain the roads, from the begining of the campaign the pioneers were under constant and often heavy fire from the Germany artillery including the famous "Big Bertha" a railway gun that fired a 500 pound projectile, thirty five miles, that when it landed created a crater large enough to hold four one family homes.
The photo does not show its awesome size, mounted on a railway
car. Being on the receiving end must have been nerve breaking for
Richard, If you think about it, at 20 years of age he probably had
never been over 50 miles from home, probably had never seen a
troop ship, or been on the water for days. In one shelling 5 of his friends were blown to pieces when a German shell hit there area. He was wounded twice, and gassed, at Aisne -Marne.
Not as bad as some of his friends, he was only temporarily blinded some of them were badly
burned and permanently blind, but he was in line with them at the medic center-the devastation and mutilated friends, must have effected him deeply.
Finally it was Armistice day but his unit was selected to stay on and help
clean up, defuse bombs, bury the dead, repair roads and bridges. It wasn't until Nov 1919 he arrived home. and went almost at once to Fort MacHenry Medical hospital, Baltimore ,Md. It was a long
way from Lyon Mountain, but his parents were able to visit him.

Richard finally came home for short visit 26 April 1923 .

When I read the following article "wondered were the reporter was during the war-"---
As reported by Plattsburgh Sentinel newspaper "Olyer was 27, a veteran of the late war, had been gassed and wounded, lately he had showed signs of being unbalanced."

4 Nov 1924 "Olyer appeared at the home of Section foreman Knoakes at Plumadore,N.Y. Thursday night and said he had been halted by two men in the woods and robbed of $174 and his gold watch and military things. He spent the night with Knoakes, in the morning he left for Loon Lake, where he was going to see his brother, Henry Olyer. That was the last seen of him alive.
Becoming alarmed when he did not hear from his brother and learning that he had left Loon Lake Friday morning, Henry Olyer began a search which ended Sunday morning around 9 o'clock when he came upon the body about two miles from Plumadore. Found in deserted cabin with the muzzle of Olyer's rifle near his head and a exploded cartridge in the barrel.
Authorities declare it was a plain case of suicide, giving little credence to the robbery story.

I guess every war has its share of "unbalanced" left overs, we can design better weapons to mame and kill-a little slow on repairing the obvious damage and almost oblivious to the unknown damage, shrug them off maybe they will go away.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Gerald J. Olyer Ralston Hero recipitant

Ralston Purina Company Hero Medal

This is a Ralston Hero medal, the one
awarded to Gerald Olyer was exactly like
this but his name was inscribed on the reverse
only a very few of these awards were made
they all involve children in heroic deeds. This
is the only photo I could find, I assume there
was a ribbon attached, to wear around the neck.

A partial genealogy of Gerald J. Olyer born 24 may 1906 at Dannemora, Clinton Co. N.Y. the 10th child of Henry Lewise Olyer born 15 feb 1846 Moores Fork,Clinton Co. N.Y. and his wife Josephine Sweeney born in New York 22 may 1864 .
Sept 20 1923, Gerald had been working a few months for Dan S. Foster, when he was injured on the job and granted compensation at $15.39
In the spring of 1924, the snow pack was melting fast and the Saranac River was fast and high,
a 4 year old girl Lucille Bushey, stumbled from the bridge into to river-without hesitation
17 year old Gerald jumped in and pulled the small struggling girl from almost certain death. On May 18th 1924 the Ralston Purina Company, awarded Gerald J. Olyer there Hero medal, for saving her life. The daughter of Harley Bushney and Mabel his wife,Lucille, grew up to be a health young lady and lived in Saranac Lake village for many years.

By the year 1930, the temptation of fast money for a few hours work, and his relationship with his brother Charley, Gerald tried the "rum Trail", Either he
was not well enough trained or the lord had other plans on 19 dec 1930 after a high speed chase he was stopped with 480 quarts of Canadian Alcohol in his 1930 Hupmobile coupe. The product was confiscated and so was his car, he posted a $2000 bail. On the 23 of Jan 1931 he was sentenced to one year and 1 day in the Federal prison at Chillicoth, Ohio. This was a medium security prison and he did have the opportunity to meet Robert Glen Johnson Jr. famous superstar of the NASCAR who was also spending vacation time at Chillocoth for bootlegging.
This was a hard way to make life changes but it apparently did the job, there is no more bad press for him.
He must have been married twice, there is a divorce recorded in 1940, and in a article in 1948 he refers to his wife helping him operate some property.
If you have any knowledge of this I would appreciate it. He is listed with a wife Georgee Bushey,
perhaps she is somehow related to the 4 year old he saved.
In 1942 dec 23 Gerald at the age of 36, enlisted in the United State Army, with a job title of Tractor or heavy Chauffeur and or Truck he was 6ft 5 inches tall and weighed 248. At the end of the war he returned to Saranac Lake,N.Y.
1946 Gerald, with Charlie Keough,John Davies, and brakeman
Francis Buckley the 4 man bob sled team from Saranac Lake
had a bad day when there bob sled over turned near the finish
line leaving them in the snow while the empty sled raced across
the finish line unmanned. Olyer and Davies had to be hospitalized
for 24 hours.
[the photo is not Gerald Olyer's team, its a random photo to show you what bobsleding is all about.
18 mar 1948 he sold a buisness to Jermes Loung. May 7 1948 he purchased the well known Sunshine Cottages at 126 River St. and the two story building accros the street at 125, from Daniel Giroux. Gerald and his wife operated the buisness property together.
he passed away 19 jul 1958 a the Veterans Hospital Syracuse, N.Y.

I have a couple more post about this branch of the Olyer family that will follow soon. If you can fill in any information it will be greatly appreciated. These post will be part of a family genealogy to be published shortley

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Charles E. Olyer Pollyanna of Rum Trails

My Ancestor Charles Erwin Olyer born 2 Aug 1904 at Lyon Mountain, New York, to Henry Lewise Olyer, bn 15 Feb 1846, at Lyon Mountain, died 16 sep 1938 and Jessie Estelle Kingston Sweeney bn 22 May 1864 Northern New York, died July 1932 at Dannamora,Clinton Co. N.Y.

Now Charles was really not a big time bootlegger,but rather a young guy, with the opportunity and means to fill a demand, created by the 18th Amendment of 1920. He lived just about 50 miles from the St Lawrence river, on the other side of which was all the Alcoholic beverages you could think of. So the supply was good, and to the south lay Albany and Schenectady- a never ending demand. How many trips he and his friend Francis Hall made we will never know-but a few were interrupted and those are a mater of record.
On or about 5 Apr 1923 according to the "Adirondack Record Newspaper " Francis Hall and Charles E. Olyer were pulled over and found to have 291 bottles of Canadian "India Pale Ale"
this was a special high alcohol content beer with distinct hops flavor.
They were arrested at Sable Forks and gave there address as
Saranac Lake,New York. and placed on a $1,000 bail, the 291
bottles confiscated along with the Ford Touring car they were
Before the month was up, on 27 Apr 1923 Charles only 19 years old,was jailed for fighting with Michael Ryan, on streets of Saranac. So his $1,000, bail bond was violated and he spent 30 days incarcerated.

His luck is not to good on 21 Sep 1923 he is arrested with his buddy Frances Hale and a girl
Elsie Brewster, who was with Hale, Olyer was fined $150, and Hale $1,000.

30 Nov 1923, the Ford Touring car was sold from the post office building at public auction by deputy U.S Marshal George Andress for $45.00 to a local man.

Everything is quiet on the rum Trail until Easter Sunday 19 Apr 1927, breaking the calm of a perfect Easter morning , in the Adirondacks, a volley of shots are fired, after a fleeing bootlegger south of Malone, shortly after break of day. This was followed by the high speed pursuit and capture of Charles E. Olyer,Pollyanna of the rum trails, who gave his address as Saranac Lake. He was captured near Malone by Officers Scruton, Bixby, Woods, and Murry . Another lost load
of Alcky, and another automobile.

7 Dec 1928 Lake Placid News, Charles Olyer Saranac Lake
What might have proved to be a serious accident occured at 12:10
yesterday morning when a Nash Sedan, owned by the Maple Taxi
service of Saranac Lake and driven by Charles Olyer , age 24 of 22
Dorsey st. crashed through the guard rail at the bridge by
Kennedy's corner and hung suspended by the rear axle. Olyer, who was alone in the car at the time, was taken into custody by chief Black and Officer Crossett of the local force and lodged in the local jail on a charge of driving a motor vehicle while being intoxicated.
He was arraigned yesterday morning before Justice of the Peace W.E.Wikoff and fined $30., given a sentence of six months in the Onondaga County Penitentiary, at Syracuse. Olyer, it appears was driving along Station street at such a high rate of speed that the big car failed to make the turn at Kennedy's corners and crashed thro the bridge. It is a miracle that car and driver were not hurled to the river below. Olyer was not hurt and the car was reported as damaged only slightly.

I thought the 6 months was a little much but on the 14th of Dec the judge suspended the sentence, I imagine the judge was pretty familiar with Charley and his first reaction was to teach him a lesson.

Charley continued to run the Maple Taxi company, and with the repeal of the prohibition amendment dec of 1933, his side business ended, he passed away 7 sep 1938 and was interned in Pine Ridge Cemetery.

To round out the story he had a brother who was a Narcotics agent and two cousins that worked for immigration, and two brothers who were also bootleggers-wonder if they all talked shop when thy got together? These will be covered in future post.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Pets in our family history

This is more a story about my father Edwin Lord, than a pet. It takes place at Ed Mixture's garage in West Main st, Nelliston, N.Y., on a Saturday in June about 1928 or 29. Dad was at the garage to get something fixed on his car, when this old car came rolling into the garage with smoke and steam pouring out from under the hood. Of course everyone had to come out to see what was going on. A young couple with two small children and a dog were in the car with everything that they had in this world, in or tied to the car. They were on their way to California-yesterday they had left Vermont for a new life.
They picked the right garage at just the right time to be their. My
father had a 1920 Chevy touring car setting in the back yard at our house, Ed Mixture said he would get it started for free if dad would give
them the car. The three men went to our home in a couple of hours had
the Chevy purring like a kitten. When they got back to the garage all of their possessions had to be transfered to the Chevy, which was
pulled off to the side of the parking area. They carried a canvas tarp
that was attached to the car for shelter, were they spent the night
These people had nothing to finance the trip they were undertaking.
Ed Mixture bought the junk car for a few dollars, and my dad bought
the dog, no one knew why, they were going to give away. They left the next morning with about $25. and the will and determination to get to the West coast. If you were broke down today do you think anyone would give you a car and a garage would get it running for free---then find an excuse to give you money.
They made it but it took several months. Every 4 or 5 days we would get a post card [my mother had given them a supply] to let us follow there progress.

My grandmother was happy to see the car gone from the yard, but I do not think she was in love with that dog. I do not remember him, he was called spot and as the photo shows he was almost as big as me. I do not think he stayed with us very long. It was the only pet I had as a child.
Living as we were in half of my grandparents home, I guess without being told my dad could sense my grandmothers feelings and in a few months the dog went to live on the Empie farm, good friend of my parents.

In these later years I have owned my share of pets including a very devoted
long hair man coon cat, she follows me around like a dog, a great companion on the long days my wife is at work.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

My Father How Lucky I was to Know Him

My fathers genealogy goes back to England, Mayflower passengers, but most of his ancestors were Palatine Dutch, Lashers,Loucks,Nellis,Wagner,Klock,Saltsman, including the early English, Yates,Lenderson,Bell, to mention a few. Long before I met my father, he was pride and joy of Edwin B. Lord and Anna Lee Lasher Lord, first born and only son Edwin Booth Lord, bn 11 jun 1904. No doubt about the hair line-the widows peak-had been handed down for generations and did not stop with him. In 1907 a sister Lillian Lord was born and in 1912 another sister Catherine Lord, so he had a family to grow up with.

The photo to the left was take about 1914.
Edwin's father was employed at the Baily Knitting Mills in Fort Plain as a boss knitter, this allowed the family a income sufficient
enough to live in a home of there own at 12 Berthood
St. in Nelliston, N.Y.
My mistake was not asking questions while he was
alive, I know he was very close to his mother and
father, he remained that way through out his life.
Very little information about his childhood would
leave me to guess, he stayed out of trouble.

One of his weaknesses was the automobile, from all the photo's I have one would guess he had his license at a early age and traded cars very often.
The chevy is parked on berthood st. I am not sure but think its about
1920. The photo's are marked but no date so
so I assume this is just before he met my mom,
Mary Elizabeth Olyer, she moved into West main st. Nelliston, N.Y. in 1920.
The photo on left is 1921, they were married 6 Oct 1923-no wedding pictures, They ran away and were
married in Albany, N.Y. and went from there to
Delaware , My dad took a job their and was a boss knitter. Stayed there for 2 years, They returned to
Nelliston, N.Y. and with my grandfather Edwin
Lord, they made the house on Berthood St. ,a two family.
On the 2 Dec 1925 I arrived, and life would never be the same for them,
They were both lovers of the out of doors, so camping and out door sports
became a way of life very fast. The first story I can recall about my dad happened in 1931. His father was getting very ill [Tuberculosis's of the lungs], the village had made him Treasure, put him in charge of food for needy. In July of 1931, he was in the local tavern, two of the village would be tough guys, with a little to much alcohol in them,Ivan Deusler, and Paul Loedwick, accusing him of with holding there food allotment, began to push him around,[he probably weighed less than 100 pounds] My dad came in the front door-grabbed Ivan by shirt and backed him out the back door, by the time his buddy Paul got out there, he had no help, Ivan was was rolling
around on the ground in pain, a few quick blows to Paul, and my dad went inside got his father and came home. There was no sleep that night for fear of retaliation in force or legally. Next morning we learned that Ivan had jaw broken in two places and dislocated shoulder, and Paul was nursing a broken wrist and several ribs. The family was gathered around the table, when the door bell rang and standing there was two uniformed officers. Dad opened the door knowing he was in great trouble. The papers they had were appointing him, Constable of town Palatine, to fill out a term recto active to Jan 1st, a badge and a gun. Not at all what he expected, but in small town people are often judged by what there family had done in the past.
Dad was on Democrat ticket in the fall and I guess he must have won.
That is the only aggressive thing that he ever done, that I know of, I
never heard him or my mother argue over anything. He used to drink a bit more than he should but he was always the life of the party. We were very close, He taught me about the woods, fishing, cars, carpentry and life in general. He used to say the years I spent in service were difficult
for him.
After I was discharged from service my dad, mother, wife and I went in business together. For over 25 years under some real stressful conditions we were able to stay together without arguing or violence.
I remember him best in the environment that he loved most, the deep woods-we had camps built in the woods were we would stay for a week at a time. The photo was taken at Spring Cove, near Tupper Lake, N.Y. my dad on the left and Jack Oakly in the fall of 1947. Those were the best days of my life, I like to think we lived them to the fullest, I was lucky to have known him and been able to spend as much time as I did.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Memorial Weekend

Our family looked forward to the Memorial day week end- this was the new beginning. For weeks all the camping gear was unpacked and made ready . My Grandmother's brother owned a little general store and dance hall adjoining the Sacandaga Camp site located between Northville and Wells, N.Y. right on the Sacandaga River.
His property included a small piece of land between the river and the road, next to the State Beach. He let us camp on this plot, it
needs a little work. The photo was the first day, we had just removed a "put-put" golf course. The lot was leveled up before
the tent was set up. In return my dad and uncle Vern would help
Uncle Charlie on dance nights.

My uncle found a tent that was no longer used at the Fonda Fair ground, so we set up camp over the Memorial Day week end, and left the tent up all summer. It was a big tent about 14 ft wide and about 16 ft deep, on the outside in big letters it said "10 cent admission to see the three legged calf". It became well known, we had a lot of visitors and a lot of good times,no Calf but a lot of laughs---
Friday night with the car packed it was off to uncle Charle's store,
en route there was a stop at "Washborn's" ice cream parlor,
everyone had carton of ice cream and a wooden spoon. This would
last just about long enough to get to the bakery in Northville, N.Y.,
boy I can remember it like it was yesterday, no wonder everyone
in our photo's looks a little overweight.

During the three months in the summer, our campsite was the gathering place for the family, our front yard was the beech, plenty of tables and big parking lot.
Saturday evening and Sunday
afternoon there was entertainment
across the street. Some Sundays
we had as many people at out tent
site as they had in the state camp
site. No one had much money, but
everyone seemed to join together and enjoy life. In all the years that we camped there, with dances, across the roadway, two or three times a week-hundreds of people drinking and dancing I never saw or head any fighting or loud arguments. Much different than the 60's when I had a dance pavilion and had to have several uniformed deputies on hand
and several arrest made every week.

As a society we continue to progress, have more material things and live a easier life but the trade off seems to be no time to do anything but seek these material things, the time we save
seems to vanish in front of the T V