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The population was 1, at the census. It replaced a grant of about which gave them Township No. Sebago was set off and incorporated in The surface of the town is broken, but with soil favorable to grain and hay. Baldwin would be noted for its orchards , and a factory was established in East Baldwin for drying apples. There was also a corn factory. Brooks provided water power for various mills which produced board lumber , barrel staves and shooks.
According to the United States Census Bureau , the town has a total area of The town is crossed by state routes 5 , , and , and is bordered by Sebago on the north; Standish on the east; Hiram on the west; and Cornish and Limington on the south. As of the census  of , there were 1, people, households, and families residing in the town. The population density was There were housing units at an average density of The racial makeup of the town was Hispanic or Latino of any race were 0.
There were households of which The average household size was 2. The median age in the town was The gender makeup of the town was As of the census  of , there were 1, people, households, and families residing in the town. There were households out of which In the town, the population was spread out with The median age was 39 years.
For every females, there were For every females age 18 and over, there were From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Town in Maine, United States. United States Census Bureau. Archived from the original on Baldwin town, Cumberland County, Maine". Census Bureau, American Factfinder. Archived from the original on September 11, Retrieved June 5, A History and Description of New England.
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This is her weight-loss story. The mother says that her son is "fighting for his life" some days because of germs he may have caught from other children. All the while Bud never let up on his fucking. The dog seemed oblivious to the new participant in this bestiality scenario. Bo stroked her hand along the immense length of horse cock.
She was amazed how sturdy he was along its full length. From past experience with human partners, the longer the cock, the harder it was for them to maintain rigidity along the length. It took too much blood for them to hold their stiffness. She found it very difficult to accept as yet how turned on she was becoming with her animals.
Being so close to that equine penis, even her human nose could pick up the distinct smell of sex emanating from it. With no self control left to her, Bo pulled on that giant shaft above her.
She was trying to lower it to her kneeling position. She wanted to get a closer look at it. But slowly, inexorably, the giant cock was bending to her will. With a bit more effort Bo Derek finally managed to get the cockhead down in front of her face.
She was fascinated at its strange shape. The flatness of the head. How thick the veins were, running along its sides. Even the pisshole was so different from what she would expect of a cock, any cock. As soon as the thought entered her mind, Bo began wondering how a horse would taste differently from a man, or a dog.
She has been since the previous days introduction with the dogs. With Bud still fucking blissfully away at her cunt, Bo moved closer to her stallion and began licking the length of its cock. Bo loved the texture of the horse cock. She knew definitely now that she wanted to suck on it as quickly as possible. With that in mind she began running her tongue towards the cockhead and licked around that flat tip. Squashing her tongue on it and licking its entire surface.
The sturdiness of the equine cock was sufficient to accomplish this. This allowed her to start using her now free hand to other pleasures. Such as rubbing her clit or tweaking her stiff and sensitive nipples. This unlikely threesome continued in this unusual gangbang for a good fifteen minutes before Bo felt dog cum being shot into her cunt. She wanted to taste horse semen, at least once before deciding how far she should go. Bud remained tied to Bo after having shot his load, as was expected.
Forcing another few inches into her mouth. Bo was willing to take in the cockhead, but to have even a few inches stuffed past her lips was beyond reason. Her jaw ached at this sudden mass in her mouth. A feat that seemed almost impossible considering its girth.
Just about then, she could feel Bud getting his own second wind and start humping into her once again. This helped her in handling the horse cock in her mouth problem somewhat. But not enough for her not to panic at the predicament that she found herself in. Bo finally tasted a trickle of horse cum escaping its strawlike hole. Wanting to get this done with, she intensified her efforts at getting the stallion off.
She also concentrated some effort at humping in unison with Bud. Once more she heard a loud snort from Geronimo who humped forward once more. But it could not go any further inside her mouth.
That single ejaculation was enough to completely fill her cavity. So much so, that it squirted out the corner of her mouth and even escaped through her nose. Bo spat out the horse cock, gagging. A large puddle formed from the escaping cum of her mouth. She gagged momentarily as she tried catching her breath. A second splash of horse jism shot over her face and body. Cum was dripping from all over her body.
Bo also climaxed along with the two beast inside of her. Once she recovered from the initial shock of the amount of cock, Bo returned her lips to the horsecock and resumed sucking on it. She sucked and swallowed as fast as she could. With each new ejaculation, there would always be some that would escape despite her best effort. After what seemed like gallons of cum being shot in her stomach, it finally appeared to be subsiding. She sucked for a few minutes more before releasing the cock from her lips.
By this time, Bud had also finished with his business and had dismounted her a few minutes earlier. He had skulked away to lick his cock clean. Bo collapsed in a heap on the sandy beach. She was covered in horse jism, despite her best efforts and doggy cum was still leaking from her wasted vagina. Exhausted, she crawled towards the lake to wash up. She was too exhausted to be able to walk over. It was a sticky mess to do so, but she had to be at least presentable before returning home. When she was satisfied as to her appearance, she laid on her back and floated leisurely in the cool water.
She stayed that way for a long while before her strength returned to her sufficiently. She raised herself out of the lake like the goddess she would appear to be. She strode steadily towards Geronimo and mounted his back for the ride back. Like Lady Godiva of old, she rode her stallion back to where her clothing were hidden and dressed for the final leg home. The trio came out of the woods as if nothing unusual had happened on this nice sunny day.
She waved at the ranch hands as she rode past them. Nobody seemed the wiser when she brought Geronimo back to the stables and gave him a nice refreshing rub down. She strode at a fast pace back to the main house. She wanted to avoid having to have any long discussions with anybody for the moment. She walked through the main entrance and climbed the staircase, two steps at a time. The house staff simply assumed the she wanted a refreshing bath before dinner was sounded.
That same night, Bo disclosed her new bestial conquest. At first John was revolted at the notion that his beautiful wife had gone so far with a horse. That is until he saw the excitement in her eyes as she recounted every sordid detail. He found himself with a raging hard-on which Bo was only too pleased to take care of for him. His mind was reeling at the images that were flooding it. Now he was wishing that he had been there to witness the event.
John was fast becoming a devotee of bestiality himself without even realizing it. His mind kept wandering to imaginary images of his wife, Bo, fucking various breeds of animals.
Even his thinking for movie screenplays were imperceptibly drifting towards animals. For the next few weeks, Bo and John experienced and played with every animal they had on the ranch. They would get one of their many dogs in the bedroom to join them every night. Occasionally two would be brought in. But amazingly, Bo was getting actually bored for lack of diversity. It was at this point that their animal collection began growing.
You might have noticed this when Entertainment Tonight would conduct interviews at their ranch. On one such interview, Bo managed to introduce Julie Moran into her world of bestiality. She was in the middle of the interview when she noticed the brunette reporter staring at one of her dogs protruding penis. It happened to be her St-Bernard, Bruiser. When Julie returned her attention to her interviewee she was blushing profusely.
They had to tape the interview over so that make-up could be applied to her reddened cheeks. After the interview, while the ET crew were packing their gear in the trucks, Bo approached Julie. Mind if I call you Julie," Bo said to the brunette. At remembering the incident Julie began blushing again. Please," Bo tried to break the ice. Will you stay for dinner. John is out of town, and I really would like the company. Julie thought about it for a few seconds and agreed.
The two beautiful women walked back to the ranch house and settled in the main living room while waiting for dinner. Julie asked to use the telephone so that she could let her husband know that she would be late coming home and why. The housekeeper appeared at the doorway and announced that dinner was ready. They headed for the diningroom and enjoyed a succulent lobster dinner along with a nice bottle of wine.
Afterwards they returned to the livingroom and just had a pleasant girl talk conversation. Bo dragged it out as long as she possibly could. Julie thought about this proposition for a minute, then decided that it would be a good idea. Of course she needed the phone once more to call her husband and explain things to him. This did not present a problem as their marriage was on solid ground. Since she was now staying the night, Julie saw no reason to cut the girl talk short.
They resumed their conversation. Now all Bo had to do was steer the discussion to Bruiser. Julie smiled at the implied compliment. She also had to admit to herself that she was a bit attracted to the blonde movie starlet herself. Even though she had no lesbian tendencies herself. Julie had a shocked expression across her face.
But behind the shocked mask, she was very curious as to where this was going. Her curiosity aroused, and her panties getting soaked, Julie pushed onward with the conversation. Just as Bo had hoped. Strictly off the record of course. It was hard enough to explain this to John. You know how the tabloids would blow this out of proportion.
Julie accepted this blindly. It seemed like a reasonable precaution. And she had to agree with the blonde movie star that the tabloids would have a field day with something like this. They might even twist it into a story of bestiality. Bo got up off the easychair that she was sitting on and headed for the door. Julie followed suite and followed her towards the main hallway.
The one facing us. Julie accepted this innocently enough. She started walking up the stairs slowly. Bo paused momentarily as she watched the sexy stride that the ET reporter was displaying.
Then her mind snapped back to the present. It took a few minutes for her to finally locate the St-Bernard. He was snoozing near the house kennels. His huge head snapped up when he heard his mistress call his name in the dark. When she approached him it was as she expected. His cock had receded back in its furry sheath. She would have to do something fast to get him excited again. And from experience, she knew that nothing would get him aroused faster than a quick blowjob.
She knelt next to him and gave him a few quick hand-strokes to get things started. When she felt the tip of his cock beginning to protrude, she ducked under him and wrapped her lips and began sucking. She guided Bruiser back to the house and they both made their way up the stairs to the master bedroom. When she entered the bedroom, Julie was looking around the large room. She was at the dresser looking at her collection of braids. When she heard the door open behind her, she turned and gasped.
But there it was before her once more. Julie settled down and tried to relax. She was shuffling in her seat as she watched Bo and Bruiser approach closer to her. Bo noticed that immediately and smiled to herself. She now needed to proceed with her plans.
She began removing her clothing slowly, seductively before the brunette. You should have seen the first few weeks. It was safer to buy a new wardrobe than explain the stains on my clothing. Since then I find it more… economical to do this naked. This was going to be much easier than she had anticipated. Next she peeled herself out of her tight fitting lycra pants. Again she had to convince herself that she was not a lesbian.
Next would come the actual exhibition for her newfound friend. Bo called Bruiser to her. The huge brown and white St-Bernard trotted over to his mistress and gave a tentative lick of her breast with his wide slobbering tongue. But her attention was drawn back to his cock. Stroking in slow and steady motion. This was a good sign that her plan was working. This caused the head to bulge from the added blood pressure. Bo smiled inwardly and continued manipulating the cock.
She switched hand and reached out towards Julie with her doggy slime covered hand. Julie complied and reached for a tissue. Bo used the tissue to wipe her hand clean for the intention of her guest.
She resumed stroking Bruiser, again feigning ignoring Julie. From the corner of her eye Bo could see the ET reporter do exactly has she had hoped that she would. Then, without thought, she licked the slime off of her hand. She found the taste most pleasurable. When that was done, she returned her attention to the blonde beauty and the dog.
Julie Moran, ET reporter, was getting a taste for doggy cum. With no conscious thought her legs were beginning to open and close by their own volition. Her body was trying to rub her pussy without actually touching herself. This did not go unnoticed by Bo, who was almost smiling openly now. Julie was amazed at the incredible stamina exhibited by the dog.
Her panties were getting soaked from excitement and she finally had to admit to herself that the whole thing was very arousing. A sure sign that he was about to blow his load. Julie was bending forward slightly for a closer look of the action before her. Her legs continually open and closed by their own volition, rubbing her soaked panties and pussy lips together. But she had to keep up the act until she got Julie truly hooked. While continuing to stroke the cock, she surreptitiously raised it slightly.
Then Bruiser reached his bursting point. A powerful stream of jism began shooting out of his cocktip and sprayed forward. The following shots were spraying the inside her legs with some landing in her crotch. Her submission was almost complete. But there was still more to accomplish before victory could be achieved. Bo also confirmed her suspicion. Her guest was wearing a garter rather than pantyhose. Its the least I could do.
Her arousal was rising beyond her control. Within a few minutes, her hands reached up to her own voluptuous breast and began rubbing them sensually. All the while Bo continued rubbing her thighs harder. Her hands were snaking their way slowly towards the soaked panties until she made contact.
Julie groaned again at the contact against her excited panty clad pussy. She opened her legs wider, invitingly. For which Bo took advantage of.
By now Julie was hooked to what was happening to her. She gazed down at the kneeling Bo and smiled. Hesitantly, Julie Moran, crack reporter for Entertainment Tonight, stood unsteadily to her feet and began to unbutton her sweat drenched silk shirt.
She removed it delicately and laid it over the back of the chair. She was wearing a flesh colored bra over her voluptuous breast. Julie then reached behind her and unfastened the skirt, which slid to the ground unaided. There she stood in all her glamour. She posed seductively for Bo wearing only her underwear. Bra and panties, which were completely soaked by now, and her long stockingued legs in garter. Bo also enjoyed the fact that the brunette was wearing four inch heels.
This accentuated her calves as it does for most women. Reaching to her back once more, she unclasped her bra and removed that as well. Julie smiled and slipped her panties down to her ankle and kicked them away across the room. The somehow forgotten Bruiser trotted over to the soaked panties and began licking and munching on them.
The taste of female cum on his tongue would revive his staff for the next round. Julie offered no resistance. She soon found herself face to face, breast to breast, and cunt to cunt to the sexiest woman on the big screen.
Bo approached her and kissed her deeply. To Julie, this was her first experience with another woman. Even back in school, when her friends experimented in this, she refrained from doing so.
Now she found herself openly kissing this ravishing beauty before her. Their tongues soon found themselves intertwined as the kissing continued.
Julie returned the kiss. She returned the attention and cupped the blonde bombshells breast as well. She was amazed at how firm they were. There was no evidence of sagging that most women experience as they aged. She tweaked those firm nipple nubs just as Bo had done for her.
This went on for a few minutes more before Bo decided that it was time for the next step. When Julie felt fingers brushing near her crotch, she spread her legs apart a bit more to allow better access to her female companion.
She got it down to her fist knuckle. So she added another finger, then a third. Julie could not help but gasp in excitement as she came. She brought her cum covered hand to her face and licked the female juice a bit. Julie was getting jealous at Bo now. She surprised herself when she found that she actually enjoyed the taste of it. The next thing that happened pleased Bo immensely. She tilted her head back as she absorbed the feeling of those soft female lips sucking on her.
Reluctantly, she pushed Julie away from her breast. The brunette looked up questioningly at the starlet. She thought that maybe she had done something wrong. In fact, she wanted to make things better. She pulled Julie down to the ground so that she found herself lying on her back, facing up to her. Then Bo straddled herself on top of the brunette in the classic 69 position. Julie was totally unfamiliar with this position. She never even tried this with her husband.
In fact she had rarely sucked on a cock before and never a pussy. Bo realized that she would have to show Julie how to proceed next. She had never felt anything like this before. The sensitivity, the sensuality of the moment was beyond her comprehension. She would have to do something about that. Julie could only stare helplessly as those reddened cuntlips came closer and closer.
Then her nose picked up the unmistakable scent of the aroused starlet. As that scent began to overcome her, Julie licked her lips sexily. Her mind was reeling at what she knew was about to happen to her. The two women buried each other into the others pussy and sucked on their pussies and clits. They continued this way for a good fifteen minutes until Bo decided that the next step was upon them. While in the midst of their frolicking, Bo rolled their bodies over each other and rolled to the center of the large master bedroom.
When they finally stopped rolling, Bo was below and she was now straddled by Julie Moran. As the brunette, now in the position to free herself, made no such effort. But she did manage to tie her legs around the unsuspecting reporter. Now with her head and legs trapped by the horny Bo Derek, was the right time for the next big step.
She then glanced across the room to Bruiser. She had to figure out a way to attract his attention. It dawned on her that she should do what she usually does to get her attention. He recognized the upturned ass of a woman in the middle of the room.
And from his past experience with his mistress, he knew what was required of him. But he knew what he had to do. Is there someone else in the room? The ET reporter was panicking a bit now. What if one of the ranch hands snuck into the house and was now trying to rape her.
But then again, she was rather preoccupied. And what if there was more than one in the room with them. She surrendered, since there was nothing else that she could do, to the ravishment of the two tongues on her cunt.
She knew that her dog would do what was necessary to please the brunette. To help things along, Bo decided to use her hands in a more productive fashion. She watched fascinated as that large doggy tongue seemed to disappear deep inside the reporter.
She never could have believed that a tongue could go so deep. After all was done, she just had to meet this man that was sucking her so expertly. It felt like a live snake was swirling around inside her womb. The way that tongue was moving seemed so unnatural to her limited sexual knowledge. The licking went on for another fifteen minutes before Bo decided that Julie was now ready for the ultimate sensation of this night.
When Julie felt the dog land on her back, its added weight made her back sag slightly. She immediately pushed herself back up. Then it suddenly dawned on her. This man was covered in fur. But it was useless. The added weight of the St-Bernard removed any hope of freeing herself. He was shuffling forward so that his cock could reach her exposed vagina. She could still picture in her mind the image of the size that would soon invade her private neither region.
Bo looked on lustily as she observed her Bruiser getting closer to the goal. He was only a few inches away now. She had never seen this from this perspective before, since she was the one usually getting fucked by the beasts. Her nipples were harder than they had ever been before and accordingly they were much more sensitive. She felt her body shaking from the explosive climax.
She could feel her own cum spraying out of her held open pussy. Bo opened her mouth wide to catch as much of the womanly juices that she could capture in this particular position. Hopefully next time there will be no need to restrain the ET reporter. Julie was beginning to realize that herself. She instinctively humped back at bruiser which drove another few inches past her clenching pussy entrance.
Julie exploded in yet another orgasm as she felt the hard cock being driven deeper inside her. The wide cock was going deeper into her and she was enjoying every loving inch. With all the fucking going on above her head, she just had to get into the act.
Bo wanted her to feel every invading inch, as well as that cunt stuffing knot of his. Do it to me doggy. Fuck me like the bitch I am. Bruiser increased his tempo and fucked harder.
His forepaws were wrapped securely around her now willing waist. Bo now felt confident that she could release her grip on her friend so that she could relax and watch the show above her head. It was an amazing sight. Now she knew what she must look like to John as he watches her bestial acts. She saw that the knot was just an inch away from impact. She was debating if maybe she should restrain Julie again. Bruiser took that decision out of her hands. The woman must have assumed that this was all that there would be.
Her husband had a decent sized cock, but it only measured nine inches, and was nowhere as thick as what she had presently. So Julie Moran settled down for a hard fuck from the heavy dog on her back. With each thrust that hard obstruction would hit her pussy, almost painfully. She just wanted that doggy to empty his load in her womb. Harder and harder Bruiser kept on surging forward. She figured that another few more hard thrust and the deed would be done. Her assumption was correct.
Three more thrust and she heard Julie Moran scream in agonizing pain as the wide doggy knot gained entry and tied her to her canine lover.
She could hear Julie sobbing in pain as her body tried to get used to the softball size knot that was now holding her in place with Bruiser. She stood up and looked down at her accomplishment. The famous ET reporter was shaking her head from side to side as she was being fucked by the large St-Bernard.
Her, previously, well coifed hair was hanging disheveled over her face. It not right this minute, then soon. She was gone for about ten minutes. And during that time, Bruiser never let up. The pain had finally subsided and she was now truly enjoying her first doggy fuck once more. When she heard the door creak open, she looked up and saw Bo Derek reentering the room.
But she was followed by two large German Shepherds, Bud and Dodger. Other newspapers enjoyed each its brief existence. Frederick Morley issued the Palmyra Courier in and continued its publication until In it was known as the Palmyra Democrat; but in August of that year the present editor, E.
Averill, bought it and restored the original name. He brought it to the support of the Republican party, and added a novel feature -- a page devoted to local items. In Anson B. Clemons and Frederick W. Clemons, his son, established the Wayne County Jour nal the first newspaper or printing house in the county to use steam power.
In Joseph Smith, Sr. For two years he kept a cake and 29 beer shop on lower Main street. Then he moved his family to a wild tract south of the village which, within this present year, the Mormons have bought as the well kept farm of William Avery Chapman. The Smiths were interested in things occult. With a "magic stone" they claimed to locate stolen articles and buried treasure, and to forecast the future. In the summer of Joseph Smith, Jr.
The second was announced that fall while others fol lowed hard apace until Smith said he was directed to [ Image: He went out at night and alone to return bearing a mysterious package which he said contained the treasure with the stones by which he could translate.
These were found on Mormon Hill a Mecca for his disciples to this present day. Sidney Rigdon, Oliver Cowdery the amanuensis, and Martin Harris, who furnished the money for printing, were conspicuous in the incipient stages of the powerful 30 [ Image: In the Mormon Bible appeared.
That June saw the organization of the Church of Latter Day Saints with, beside the Smith family, some thirty members drawn from this and neighboring communities. Sidney Rigdon, the first regular Mormon preacher, held a meeting in the rooms of the Palmyra Young Men's Association on the east corner of Main and Market streets. He was confronted by a small, unsympathetic audience. Late in the summer of Joseph Smith, Jr. In two were built of logs -- the one on a site in the village given by John Swift; the other, the Hopkins school in East Pal myra.
Much later the partisan spirit was rife and crept into educational matters to such an extent that two frame school houses were built -- the Federalist, taught by Blackman, and the Democratic, under Ira Selby. Before the site of the present Roman Catholic Church was graded down, on the crest of the hill stood the Palmyra Academy, a two story brick building that boasted the first bell in town.
One of the Three District Schools. One stood on the west corner of Main and Carroll streets; another on the north side of Jackson, between Cuyler and Fayette streets; and the third on the east side of Throop street. The last teachers were: These three districts were united in as Union School No. March 19, , an act au thorized the village to levy taxes for a lot and building. April 11 the school was incorporated. The first board of trustees was A. Strong and Pliny Sexton; R. The first faculty was: French, principal; William M.
Hance, seniors; Charles D. Foster, juniors; Clarissa Northrup, juveniles; Edward M. French, Me linda C. Maria West, assistants; E. Lusk, instrumental music; C. French, vocal music; DeWitt Mclntyre, lecturer on physiol ogy. Corning, secretary, and Joseph C. The first building was used until when the present structure was built on the old lot.
In a large study hall and other rooms were added. Hutchinsm - John Dunlap - W. Fitts - C. Hutchins - Henry F. Curt - E. Fancher - A. Downing - H. Clark - George W. Pye - S. Dwight Arms - W. Deans - W. Bullock - - 34 [ Image: Palmyra Classical Union School.
On the first day of November, , the King's Daughters opened a public reading room. In September, , a Library Association was formed with a five year charter from the state. The first gift of books was sixty volumes from the Patrons of Husbandry. In July, , the Association received a perpetual charter, and now, , the library numbers twenty-five hundred volumes. The first meeting house in the village erected in on land given by General Swift for a Union [ Grave of John Swift.
This same building was used as a town hall. It was of wood, painted white with green blinds, and was burned in Around it, in true New England way, was the church yard -- now the "old cemetery. This was not the first burying ground in the town, for that was on the farm of Gideon Durfee, east of the village, recently purchased by Mr.
Here rests Gideon Durfee. In the [ Image: The Roman Catholic cemetery was consecrated during Palmyra Cemetery, from the West Gate. So the parish of the Presbyterian Church of Palmyra was this entire section.
Ira Condit organized a Congrega tional church in David H. Foster's house December 5, Later this church adopted the Presbyterian form of government and was connected with the Presbytery of Geneva until the formation of the Lyons Presbytery in The Presbyterian Church of Palmyra was incorporated the twenty-eighth day of September, , the date given in the certificate of incorporation filed in the office of the Clerk of Ontario county.
From the formation of the church until the pastors preached alternate Sabbaths in the east and in the west ends of the township. Among the early ministers were Mr. Johnson in ; in Eleazor Fairbanks, followed by Mr. Lane; , Hippocrates Rowe, who in occupied the only house on Canandaigua street; , Stephen M.
Wheelock, who went with the west ern part at the division. In the first church building -- situated in the eastern part of the town -- was used, but it was not completed or dedicated until As has been said, the west end Presbyterians built a meeting house in The certificate of incorporation of this latter branch, recorded in Canandaigua the thirteenth of May, , reads: We hereby certify that on the eighteenth day of March, , a number of male inhabitants residing within the limits of the Western Presbyterian Church in the town of Palmyra met pursuant to publick no tice, in the Meeting House in the Village of Palmyra, and agreed to be incorporated into a society to be known by the name of the Western Presbyterian Church and Society in the town of Palmyra, and proceeded to elect David White, Joel Foster, Henry Jes sup, Charles Bradish, James White, and Isaac Howell to serve as trustees of said society.
In witness whereof we have hereunto set our hands and seals this 13th day of May, Francis Pomeroy assisted in the organization of this western branch. The present edifice was built in and dedicated in On the wall of the church, near the pulpit, is a 42 marble tablet sacred to the memory of Horace Eaton, D.
Eaton lived in Palmyra until his death on the twenty-first of October, At a memorial service the Honorable Henry R. Durfee said in part: It is our loss that we lament to-day. For him to die is gain. In this assemblage it is not so much the man of mark, of wide influence, of high at tainments, fitted worthily to bear the title of 'doctor of divinity,' as our friend endeared to us by long acquaintance and companionship, that we mourn.
And I think that the personal qualities and traits which at tracted us and gained him our affection are at this time 43 uppermost in our minds. In recalling the personal characteristics of our dear friend and pastor, it has seemed to me that one of the most marked was his constant and abounding cheerfulness.
This arose, not from cynical indifference, or stoical fortitude for none was more sympathetic, compassionate and tender hearted than he -- but from the depth and serenity of his faith. His was the true poetic soul, to which 'a thing of beauty is a joy forever. He recognized with reverent delight the voice of the Great Creator in every harmony of the wind or wave, and His creative hand in every perfect form or tint of earth or sky.
And as in Nature, so also in literature and art, whatever was grand or beautiful found in him an enthusiastic and appreciative admirer. Nor was this refined, aesthetic taste and perception at all allied to weakness. On the contrary, he had in his character not a little of the granite of his native hills. No war of elements or opinions, and no obstacles natural or conventional, could deter him from vigorously and valiantly following the path in which he believed his duty called him.
He was not afraid to grapple with the great problems of the life that now is, and that which is to come, and with the profound truths of the Scripture; and he brought to their consideration a grasp of mind, and an intentness and clearness of thought which was most truly edifying to thoughtful minds.
And yet I think he loved especially to dwell upon the divine ten derness and compassion, and to entreat us by the mercies of God to be reconciled to Him. Yet his teachings and his life shall not fail from our memory.
These shall rest upon and remain with us like a benediction, and an inspiration also, leading each of us with sweet persuasion to a nobler, purer, and higher life. Among them were John Eaton, son of Dr. Eaton, who died before completing his course; Warner Bradley Riggs, who in October, , went as a home missionary to Texas, where he organized the Brenham Church, and was pastor of the Second Presbyterian Church of Dallas from until his death in March, , and Charles Foster Kent, Ph.
Homer Satrac and Anna R. How like quivering flames they start, When I fan the living embers On the hearthstone of my heart! Jesse Townsend, August, Hopkins, stated supply, January, Stephen Porter, stated supply, October, Angus Hugh Cameron, February, Peter McKenzie, May, In a frame meeting house was built on the west side of the Walworth road just north of where it is crossed by the Macedon road. November 9, , a Baptist church was instituted in the village -- at the home of Rev.
Heart -- but after a year was received into the older church. In, accord with an agreement made when these societies joined, the pastor preached alternate Sundays in his church and in the Palmyra Academy. A final separation came in February, , when the older society as the First Baptist Church of Macedon retained the property, while the younger moved to the village as the First Baptist Church of Palmyra. The seventy- eight members of this latter branch elected for deacons R.
Jackson, William Parke and E. Spear; for trustees, R. Jackson, William Rogers and Stephen Spear. Services were held in the meeting house on burial hill until it was burned in ; then in Will iamson Hall until the old stone church was dedicated January 28, This was torn down in to give place for the present brick structure which was dedi cated March 29, This church sent Mrs.
Jane Mason Haswell to Burmah where she labored as a missionary from to It has given four ministers, Thomas Rogers, C. Crane, Charles Shear and Albert Clark.
Wilson, supply, December, Douglass, supply, November, Warham Mudge, February, Hardin Wheat, January, Addison Parker, October, Cyrus Thorns, September, These early followers of Wesley met in school house, barn, or grove until , when they legally organized them selves into a society and built a church near the corner of Vienna and Johnson streets, just north of the cem etery.
Here they worshipped until when the house was removed to Cuyler street, remodelled and used until the dedication of the present brick building, October 31, Allen and Charles D. Purdy represent this church in the ministry. Joseph Colt and Benjamin Billings were the first wardens of the parish.
Service was held in the Academy until February 1, , when the Right Rev erend Bishop Hobart consecrated the first building. This was of wood and stood on the present site. In July, , the Right Reverend Bishop Coxe conse crated the present beautiful sandstone structure.
The entire spire was given by George W. Cuyler, a memo rial for his children. Miss Amy Chapman went out from this church as a missionary to the Freedmen.
Herendeen, rector of St. John's Church, Medina, entered the ministry from Zion Church. Right Reverend William Paret, D. The First Zion Episcopal Church. The Present Zion Episcopal Church. John Twohay, July, Thomas Walsh, July, Ann's Roman Catholic Church was organized in by Rev. Edmund O'Con nor of Canandaigua, who had for some time said an occasional mass in Williamson hall. In or '49 William F.
Aldrich sold the old Academy to the Ro manists, who used it as a church until when Bishop Timon blessed the present structure, and the congregation occupied it though unfinished. During the congregation added a belfry and vestibule, while in October of that year a bell was hung the gift of Mrs Mary Darmody. The parish has given two can didates to the ministry -- Thomas M. Moore and Fran cis Goggin, D.
Bernard's Sem inary, Rochester. Ann's Roman Catholic Church. Her founders were many of them Revolutionary veterans, while there are recorded the names of forty-three who fought in At Queenston Heights he led a charge against Fort George and captured a picket post with some sixty men whom he did not disarm. One of the prisoners asked: The miscreant fired and mortally wounded the gallant commander.
Gen eral Swift was buried where he died, July 12, , but was removed by his fellow citizens to Palmyra. The legislature presented his son with a sword as an acknowledgment of the father's patriotic services; and hung a portrait of the General in New York City Hall.
The Civil War found Palmyra ready. Corning came home from the legislature to raise a company -- Company B, 33rd Regiment of Infantry.
On May 16, , this company marched to the front with Joseph W. In Captain Seneca B. Mclntyre and Lieutenant A. Seeley took out company A, th Infantry -- raised almost entirely in Palmyra. When Company B was mustered out in Henry J. Draime wished to re-enlist. He set about 61 raising a Veteran Cavalry company which he filled largely in Palmyra and led to the fighting line in No vember.
All told, four hundred and forty-two men of Pal myra fought for the union. Unfortunately, better fortunately, the list is too long to name each and every gallant soldier. In the Village Hall are two marble tablets inscribed with the names of those soldiers who died during the war.
The soldiers and sailors met January 15, Garfield Post in September of that year. The first officers were: To-day the officers are: Eaton helped many fugitive slaves. The 62 Doctor's study was in the belfry of the Presbyterian Church, just under the clock.
One morning a number of fugitives were consulting with the Doctor about reaching the lake shore and crossing to Canada. Of a sudden the most terrific clanging brought them terror [ Image: They besought their supposed benefactor not to give them up to their master; they prayed the Lord to be merciful. After twelve re sounding strokes all was still. The clock had struck the noon.
William Thomas Sampson was born here February 9, In he entered the United States Naval Academy at Annapolis from which he was graduated at the head of the class of Sampson served afloat and ashore during the Civil War, and through the long peace from '65 to ' He was given command of the North Atlantic Squad ron in the spring of He arrived off Santiago the first day of June and assumed command of the Flying Squadron with his own.
Then began the blockade of Santiago harbor which continued until the third of July when Rear Admiral Sampson annihilated the Spanish fleet under Cevera. October 26, , William T. Sampson, tired and worn, came home to receive the warmest welcome the town could give, for Palmyra delighted to do him honor. Admiral Sampson died in Washington, D.
On Sunday, May 11, his friends in Palmyra gathered in the Presbyterian Church for a memo rial service. The national government gave Palmyra a gun taken from the Spanish Almirante Oquendo, destroyed at Santiago. The cannon was placed in a conspicuous place on Main street, and on Memorial Day, , was dedicated to the memory of Rear Admiral Sampson. Sexton delivered the following address: Yet, the grass grows greener and the flowers take on brighter hues in the fields whereon warring human beings have shed each others blood.
And the philosopher, taught by the lessons of history, and gifted with prophetic vision, easily perceives that war has been, and yet must be, a necessary agency in secur ing and preserving for mankind the inestimable bless ings of liberty and peace.
And to-day, as we are halted here for our brief dedicatory services by the side of this great cannon, we are thinking little of its terrible destroying power; but are regarding it rather as a comforting reminder of our beloved de parted son and brother, the illustrious Admiral Samp son, whose faithfulness, valor, and genius organized the marvelous naval victory which, at Santiago, wrest ed this gun from the control of the supporters of a de testable despotism and crushing tyranny which had long dominated some of the fairest lands of earth and ruthlessly oppressed millions of people.
The nation had kept from us his sacred dust, which we fain would have brought home to water with our tears and guard dur ing the years. It surely could not well do less than to place here, as it has done, on this greensward, along this village street once so familiar to our brother's feet -- this speaking signal of the last great and crowning achievement of his life.
For this occasion it must suffice to say that with never abating zeal, from youth until death, all the great powers with which his Maker had endowed him, and all which the most sedulous cultivation de veloped in him, were unsparingly devoted to safe guarding and advancing the welfare and glory of his native land.
He knew no greater or sweeter duty than serving his country; and permitted himself neither rest nor indulgence when that duty called. Faithfulness was the keystone of his character; excelsior his motto; and manifold and splendid were his achieve ments. He was graduated number one. Park Benjamin in his history of the Naval Academy, says: All motives move thereto. And gladly may we realize and agree that properly this memorial gun has been given to us of Palmyra not simply to minister to our gratitude, but also, and more, that its presence here shall through generation after generation, awaken our local pride and affection the more often to recount the inspiring story of the immeasurably valuable life of Admiral Sampson.
And so, with such impelling, and with all impelling, and with a depth of personal affectionate feeling which those not of Palmyra and not of Sampson's generation may not fully under stand, we do now by these simple services gratefully accept and lovingly dedicate this enduring trophy gun to the perpetuation of the memory of Admiral William Thomas Sampson.
And, with the nation and for the nation, we do also dedicate all of the inspirations of his blessed memory, even as he dedicated his whole life to the continuing service of his beloved country. The text of this book is in the public domain. No US copyright is stated nor implied. After returning from the war they began to look around for an occupation suitable to them for their life work, but as there was nothing much to choose from but farming, they began to look around for a choice in location.
Those who had been up in the northern part of New Hampshire were very much pleased with the Connecticut Valley. A good many young men married and settled in that part of the country. When their children grew up they heard of the good opportunities in northern New York, around Potsdam and Parishville in St.
The latter township was nearly all settled by people from Grafton County, New Hampshire. Other soldiers, after returning from the war, who had been in the western part of the country, thought very favorably of the Genesee country which at that time included nearly all western New York, and among the very earliest settlers of this country was General John Swift and his brother Philetus.
After the close of the Revolutionary War they removed to a disputed territory in Pennsylvania. General Swift had a commission and was at the battle of Wyoming and was also engaged in the Pennemite War where he set fire to a Pennemite block house and received a shot in his neck. After the massacre of Wyoming a remnant of the settlers resolved to seek another home. John Swift and John Jenkins were appointed agents to select and purchase land for their occupation.
John Jenkins had been employed by Phelps and Gorham as a surveyor and was acquainted with the Genesee country. In they purchased the township of land known as Wayne County in which are the towns of Macedon and Palmyra. Swift made the first settlement, built and occupied the first trading house where now stands the village of Palmyra, then called Swift's Landing, at the mouth of Mill Brook, now just north of the Barge Canal on Railroad Avenue.
Jenkins built a tavern under the brow of the hill on the bank of the creek about two miles below Palmyra village. His party consisted of four men, Harris, Earl, Baker and Rawson.
Near the cabin was the hunting camp of Tuscarora Indians to whom provisions upon several occasions, had been given. Early one morning the Indians crept up to the cabin, put their guns through between the unchinked logs, chose their mark and fired.
Baker was killed, Earl was wounded and the others were unharmed. Jenkins and Rawson each seized an ax as they sprang from their blankets and met the Indians as they rushed from the hut and eventually 12 drove them into the woods where they were lost to sight. In the melee Jenkins and Rawson managed to wrest two rifles and a tomahawk from their assailants.
At daylight Jenkins and Rawson, after burying the body of Baker, set out with Earl, the wounded man, to seek assistance and spread the alarm of a possible Indian uprising.
After traveling the better part of a day through the woods, the party reached a small collection of log huts on the site of the present Geneva, where a possee was organized to search for the troublesome Indians. Since the close of the Revolutionary War the American government had sought to make agreeable settlements with the Western New York Indians, who, claiming they were so bound by treaties, had mostly sided with the British in the struggle.
Colonel John Butler's Tory Rangers, an organization of British sympathizers from the Mohawk and Susquehanna settlements, that with their Indian allies had strewn death and destruction through the backwoods settlements of New York and Pennsylvania during the war, still made their headquarters at Fort Niagara, which was not given up by the British until , following an agreement over the New York and Upper Canada boundary line.
The Rangers were not hesitating, either, to keep the Indians stirred up over the steady westward advance of settlers from the eastern states and the Hudson River valley settlements into the fertile wilderness of the Genesee country that returning soldiers were so enthusiastic over.
Taking up the trail of the Indians, who had recently left the hut, laden with plunder, the Geneva party followed it southward for several days and at last came upon two Tuscaroras in the woods near the Indian trading post called Newtown, on the Chemung river, six miles south of the present Elmira.
The surveyors who had accompanied the Geneva possee, declared that these Indians were with the party that had attacked them in the darkness at their cabin.
With Johnstown, the nearest jail, many days march to the east, and with consequent small chance of getting the prisoners there, and with the trails still watched by patrols of Butler's Rangers, it was decided to give the Indians a trial by jury then and there and dispose of them likewise.
The verdict of the court was "Guilty. Horatio Jones and Jasper Parrish, two Geneva residents employed by the United States as interpreters in dealing with Indians, were present at the trial. The prisoners were blindfolded, led into the woods and each dispatched with a blow on the head from the tomahawk captured by Jenkins and Rawson when the camp was attacked.
The barbarity of this act, the aceounts of the execution state, were 13 excused by the exigencies of the times. Electrocution as a means of capital punishment was then unknown. There was no rope handy that day on the wooded banks of the Chemung River. The executioners fell back upon the old English custom of putting a man out of misery with an ax. Having no broad ax with them the men of the law substituted the primitive Indian weapon, the "tomahawk.
When Swift and Jenkins bought this township, range 2, they at once began to survey off farm lots along Mud Creek. His death and funeral was the first in Palmyra. Harwood died in Lemuel Spear is given as the third settler. The land he purchased at that time he paid 20 cents an acre for.
Spear lived in his wagon until he could build a log house. He was from Massachusetts and had served in the Revolutionary War. Spear had purchased from Isaac Hathaway, land, paying for the same 20 cents an acre and on this tract settled a mile west of Palmyra village. He moved his family during the month of February, He came on with two yoke of cattle, some cows and a number of sheep. He found his way by blazed trees from Vienna to his purchase and his sled ran roughly upon little less than a track.
The weather was mild and the stock fared well upon the growth of the fiats, a portion of which had been known as Indian Village. The family, eleven in number, passed several months in a covered sleigh and rough hut until, having cleared and planted a few acres, they had time to build a log house.
They brought with them provisions sufficient for a year and either killep. Shortly after the Spears had settled, Ebenezer, a son, made a journey on foot to Schenectady to purchase some wine for Mrs. Harwood, who was ill. He was fourteen days on the way, carried his food in a knapsack and slept under shelter but four of the thirteen nights. The incident illustrates the true neighborly feeling then proverbially present.
He died in His last surviving children were Ebenezer, Abram and Stephen. The latter kept the homestead. Ebenezer speaks as follows concerning current events: Our first boards came from Granger's saw mill on Flint Creek. Several years after we came in, Captain Porter built the first farm barn, and my father, the next one. He went to Jerusalem with an ox team in , taking ten days in going and coming.
His return was hailed with great joy, for pounding corn was hard work. Our coffee was made of burnt corn; our tea of hemlock and other bark and for chocolate, dried evans root was frequently used.
Burnt corn cobs were used for saleratus in cooking. It was well for the pioneers that they had been brought up in the school of experience and knew how to avail themselves of the most scanty resources.
Sometimes the supply of flour would be nearly exhausted. The corn was ground in a hand mill. In the woods was plenty of game. The streams were full of fish. The pioneers could not bring any household goods with them, therefore they brought only things most needed, many times living in the wagon until a log house could be built with no nails, with bark roof and stick chimney plastered on the inside with blue clay, wooden hinges with wooden latches for the door, using a splint broom instead of one made of broomcorn.
They also brought appleseeds to plant and start an orchard. Some of the old trees can be seen today in the country; and have grown to be very large. The fruit was nearly all natural fruit. They also brought gourd seeds to plant so as to grow their own dippers. An eavestrough was made out of elm bark that conveyed the rain water to a trough made from a basswood log.
This was their cistern for rain water. Their farming tools were very crude, perhaps the plow would have wooden mould boards, or they might have a wrought iron plow called the "bull plow. A drag was made from a tree crotch, the teeth were large and most always dull. Too much praise cannot be given to the women who had bade farewell to kin and kindred to venture a residence in an unbroken wilderness to make their home far from neighbors, waiting for other settlers to come in and share with them.
But with undaunted courage and visions of a brighter day they pressed on to reach the goal. The amber smoke that curled from the stick chimney and floated skyward told the story that the foundation had been laid for civilization and prosperity.
Mud Creek almost from the start became a navigable stream as far west as Macedon, and was for a time the Mississippi of this country. It has been claimed by some that Swift's Landing was at the forks of Red Creek near the Central depot, while others say at the mouth of Mill Brook, which would be near the Barge Canal.
This is where Milford Galloway told me it was. He said his father, Thomas Galloway, who was one of the old pioneers, told him so. This little settlement was known for miles around as Swift's Landing. Sawmills and blacksmith shops were built, and the settlers who came later could build their log houses with brick chimneys instead of sticks and blue clay, and with shingle roof instead of bark.
Nails made by the blacksmith had to be sparingly used. A log store was put up on the site 15 of the New York Central depot by Zebulon Williams who kept supplies suitable for the times, and they could sell their wheat to Mr.
Williams for 35 cents per bushel. But the time at last came when the town was to be called Tolland instead of Swift's, Landing. But this name was not pleasing to the citizens.
In between March and June a meeting was held to fix upon one of the names that should be suggested. Daniel Sawyer, the brother of Mrs. Swift, was then for two reasons in a literary mood. First, he was engaged to Miss Dosha Boughton, the first school mistress.
Second, he had been reading ancient history. Doubtless thinking that as ancient Palmyra had a Zenobia, so his modern heroine should have a Palmyra. It is not strange that he should urge this name with felicity and success.
It was adopted with acclamation and the name of Swift's Landing, and Tolland, henceforth are to slumber on the pages of history. The trials and privations of the early pioneers were many. Sickness and death were not of rare occurrence. The forms of disease and accident were numerous. There was often lack of care on account of small quarters. The neighbors were kind and tender to the bereaved and hastened to give all assistance in their power.
But as the country became cleared and the health of the pioneers began to improve, everything began to look brighter. But with all these hardships there was a charm in those old log cabins that lingered in the hearts of those old pioneers, and the story of the old log cabin days and pioneer life in after years they loved to relate. With the women, the hum of the wheel and the beat of the loom, was music to their ear. To them it was pastime to convey the yarn from the spindle to the reel.
And the bright prospects of the future was their happy dream. The husbands' horny hands betokened hard labor.
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