On the home place where they went to housekeeping fifty-five years ago, Mr. & Mrs. Henry England, residing nine miles north of the city, yesterday celebrated the fifty-fifth anniversary of their marriage. Their children arranged a surprise dinner party in honor of the occasion. Covers were laid for nineteen at the dinner, including:
Mr. and Mrs. Henry England, Mr. & Mrs. W. R. Grant, Easton; Mr. & Mrs. J. D. Primm, Athens; Mr. & Mrs. L. B. Claypool, Williamsville; Mr. & Mrs. Neal Flagg, Sherman; Mr. & Mrs. W. P. England, Cantrall; Mr. & Mrs. W. J. Crothers, Springfield; Flora, Charles and Jessie England, Dale England and Ralph Primm.
Mr. and Mrs. England were married fifty-five years ago at the home of the bride's father, William Price, near Athens. They have nine children, twenty-nine grandchildren and two great grandchildren.
Mr. England followed the occupation of a farmer all his life. Of recent years he has retired, but is still residing on the old home place, Edgewood Farm. Both Mr. and Mrs. England are enjoying good health.
Now listen all good people here
a story I will try and tell.
Its going to be of a family
You all know very well.
I’ll begin a very long time ago
when very young were they.
And tell all about them if I can
From then, until today.
Mary Ann Price had the darkest eyes
and long hair of raven hue.
She had small feet and tiny hands,
She was short, and slender too.
Her father, one of the old settlers
had come from Maryland state,
Drove through in a covered wagon
at a very early date.
Keep sakes from old England
He brought them all the way?
Things that were his Mothers
We prize them to this day.
Henry Harrison England, had eyes of blue
He had beautiful curly hair.
He was strong and sturdy of build,
With complexion very fair.
His grandfather born in Virginia?
Arrived here in 1819.
The state had just entered the Union,
And many Indians were seen.
He was a pioneer preacher
Of great and lasting fame.
The first church he organized
and gave to it, its name.
Near the village of Athens lived Mary
Henry lived south several miles
He rode his horse up to see her
His face all covered with smiles.
In the fall of the year they were married
When the leaves were bright and gay.
In the beautiful month of November,
occurred their wedding day.
They lived in a small white cottage
By the winding lane it stood,
The land would close by the side
Of a beautiful leafy wood.
The years slipped by so swiftly
As time ever has a way
And soon the woods rang with the echo
Of small children, at their play.
Lurena Ann was the first child
She came in the summer late.
She was a saucy little thing
With black eyes and curly pate.
Luvena Mae, the second child
Exceptionally bright was she.
Every one thought and rightly too
A school Mom, she would be.
Then there was another girl
Whom they named Flora Bell
She could do about everything
And do it very well.
Then came a son, William Price
They named their first boy.
Always teasing and joking,
He filled their home with joy.
Then came a little musician
They named her Margaret Evelyn
She could play the piano
And also the violin.
Jessie came to live with them,
One bright and sunny day.
Eyes of blue with chestnut hair
She came the last of May.
The seventh child named Clara
Black sheep of all was she.
The noisiest one of all the bunch
She soon proved her help to be.
The second boy, Charles Henry
Very quiet and reserved was he
They could always depend upon him
To be where he ought to be.
Mary Gladys made her appearance
The last of all the nine
She was quite a musician
And played the piano fine.
The little home some time ago
had filled to over flowing
So Henry had built a bigger one
To house his family growing.
As little birds in the home nest
Grow up and fly away.
To build homes of their own
So these children went away.
Rena was the first to go
And leave the old home nest
Benjamin Claypool was the man
He told her “it would be best.”
Their children, Harry, Joe, Bert & Ellis
Lurena, Mary and Tom so witty
Turner, Fanny and Henry the twins
Then Helen and Norma so pretty.
Every fireside has it’s vacant chairs
Two of them were called above
Little Harry so bright and happy
Then Ellis whom we all did love.
They also have children married
For Joe nothing else would do
But to marry Edna Slaughter
They have Clara, Margaret and Robert too.
Bert married Alta Worley
After he came from France.
Now little Alberta & Teddy
can certainly make him prance.
Fanny also took her a spouse.
His name is Logan Rhoades,
And now Charles, Albert has come
To help them carry their loads.
Their children, Florence, Raymond, Janet
Mary and Helen, that’s all.
Florence found them another son
She was wedded in the fall.
She married Donald McDonald
Now they have little ones, a pair.
First one came was Susie
Then came little Jean Clair.
On the eve before Thanksgiving
William took unto himself a wife,
He decided to marry Pearl Grant
And live with her all his life.
It seems such a short time ago
Since Mildred and Nellie were small.
Then Lyle came, also Frances
And Dale the youngest of all.
But the family circle is broken
three live with the angels up there-
Little Mildred, who was so dear
And Lyle so young and fair.
Nellie was with us a year ago.
Today we miss her fair sweet face
She was ever so thoughtful of others
None can ever fill her place.
James Primm persuaded Margaret
It was her pleasant face
To leave the old home nest
And come and be his mate.
Their children, Lucile, Edith, Herbert
Merle hard to tell the prettiest,
There are Harold, Vida and Margaret
Eugenia & Ralph the littlest.
Dr. William Robert Grant
asked Clara to be his bride
And come right over to Easton
And there with him abide.
She hopped right out of the old nest
And went with him away.
Wilma came one summer,
In March is Harry’s birthday.
Gladys was the last one
To leave the old home nest.
Neal Flagg did the courting
And he did his level best.
She went away with him to live
Now they have two little boys.
Dean and Glenn who will ever
Share their sorrows and their joys.
Flora was too busy to marry
She was helping all the rest.
And now she’s still in the old home
Helping her level best.
Charles is looking for a handsome wife
One who is domestic, good and gay,
Must be economical, a Society girl
We hope he will find her some day.
Every year we have a reunion
We come back to the old home nest
We bring our well filled baskets
Its’ the picnic we all love best.
Fathers, Mothers, Sisters and Brothers
We now number fifty four.
With children, grandchildren & great-grand child
May we all meet for many years more.