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Katharine Murdock Woodruff Remembers Her Life in Cazenovia, 1939
from the Cazenovia Republican, date unknown (1939)
 
Daniel H. Weiskotten
11/11/1999
 
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Cazenovia Republican (1939?)

Nonagenarian Lives in House Where Born, and Occupied by Members of Her Family More than 100 Years - Writes of the Past
(by Katharine Murdock Woodruff, March 13, 1939)
(notes and comments by Daniel H. Weiskotten follow the text)

Editor of the Republican, Cazenovia, NY

Mr. Peck:
        I and in my ninety-first year and am the last of seven children all born in the old house on Albany street where I am now living.  This house has been occupied by my family for over one hundred years.
        Previous to my marriage I had a private school for children in my home.  My sister, Mary Murdock, taught drawing and elocution.  My sister was an artist of no small merit and I have an oil painting for which she received a prize at the Seminary and which I shall leave to the Library in memory of my sister.  She died in 1921, at the age of eighty-eight.
        To make the house more convenient for the school we had it modernized as it is today.  At the time of the Civil War the house had a roof sloping down to a "lean to" on the east.  The front door opened on the street with an old-fashioned latch and brass knocker.  The windows had small panes of glass.  Inside there was a brick oven and four fire places, two above and two below.  I have a dim recollection of pots and kettles hanging in the fireplace near the brick oven.  In the yard at the east was an old fashioned well with a "moss covered bucket".  I shall never forget how delicious that spring water was on a hot day in summer.  In those early days there was no Sullivan (she means Hurd) street or Carpenter street.  In the early days the Ledyard field came up to the house.  That field was a joy especially when the buttercups and daisies were in blossom.  Where the houses are on Carpenter street there was a pond where the frogs sang lustily on summer nights.  Every house had a fence as the village cows meandered through the streets getting much of their living from the road side.  The roads were dirt roads and very dusty in the summer although the sprinkling wagon went through the streets several times a day.  Dress trains were in fashion.  How dainty women could drag their skirts over the dusty sidewalks and reconcile it with any idea of neatness is difficult to understand.
        In those days the seasons were quite distinct.  A delightful fall followed by a very severe winter with a great deal of snow often drifting over the fences, then came a lovely spring with warm showers and followed by a hot summer.  People did not go south in those days and remained in their warm houses and enjoyed sleigh riding.
        Religion was very real in those early days and people were loyal to God.  The Sabbath was not desecrated by movies, ball games, and joy rides as it is today.  Most people went to church and spent the day in rest and quiet.  The unbelief and spiritual apathy we see on all sides today is ominous.  As I approach that mysterious border land of the hereafter I see very clearly and I earnestly urge everyone to make their peace with God before it is too late.
        Kathryn Murdock Woodruff
Cazenovia, NY
March 13, 1939
 

Notes and Comments on the Text
by Daniel H. Weiskotten      1999