This is the first in a series of excerpts from the book: Dad’s Memories: Growing Up Poor, But Rich, by Dr. Jack Hamilton Armstrong (written for his Grandchildren)
I was born 1 mile north of Springville, Indiana at home, in the North bedroom, on a small general grain and livestock farm on April 14th 1931. It was in the throws of the Great Depression so no one had much ready cash and activities—both work and play—involved very little money, either earned or spent. For example, a fellow named Cookie Kirkman worked for Dad on the farm for many years for $1 a day. I remember riding to Springville on my bicycle, on a gravel road, and watching Cookie and other guys play pea pool on Saturday afternoons for 10 cents a pea and sometimes Cookie would win a whole day’s wages: $1! I also remember Dad and Mom telling of the time a show came to Springville and they and Jess and Ruth Noel, who were living with them at the time, wanted to go but did not have any money. So they caught some chickens and sold them to get enough money to go. As a result it must be said we were as well off as everyone else at the time. However, in terms of having a loving family, plenty of good food, and certainly enough interesting things to do, I was truly blessed.
The house I grew up in was built in 1860. It originally had 3 fireplaces, but two of them had been closed and were no longer being used by the time I entered the scene. The house was heated by a wood burning cook stove in the kitchen, a drum stove in the south bedroom, and a fireplace in the living room (until it got really cold and it was closed and a coal stove was put up to provide more heat). One winter a teacher by the name of Defoe lived with us and gave me a new dictionary for Christmas; I drew a picture of the stove on the flyleaf. I still have it.
The house was finally burned Sunday October 1st, 2006 by the Perry Township Fire Department. I watched and took pictures. Interestingly enough, they started the fire in the north bedroom where I was born.
To be continued….
Taken from the book: Dad’s Memories: Growing Up Poor, But Rich
, by Dr. Jack Hamilton Armstrong (written for his Grandchildren)
The “Volunteer Soldier of America” along with the pioneer settler made this great land of ours. His courage in performing his duty will stand forth in the annals of history for all time.
There is one soldier of the American Revolution buried in Perry Township. This is his story:
Within the sacred soil of the old Baptist Cemetery lies the dust of the township’s only soldier of the Revolution.
On May 12, 1776, William Haggerty enlisted for the period of two years in the 1st Pennsylvania Regiment. His company commander was Captain Lowden and his regiment was commanded by Colonel Hand. His place of enlistment was Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Haggerty was in the battles of Long Island, White Plains and was at the capture of General Burgoyne at Saratoga. He was honorably discharged after his tour of duty at Valley Forge.
Haggerty married Nancy Buford and they had four daughters; Sally, Nancy, Mary and Lucinda.
On April 2, 1821, while a resident of Mercer County, Kentucky, Haggerty applied for a soldier’s pension. He stated that he had no trade but was a soldier by profession. Due to his age and infirmity he was not able to work.
Records show that he was living in Lawrence County, Indiana, in 1830, where he moved to be near his children who had moved here previously. Haggerty died in 1836 and was buried with his wife in the Springville Baptist Cemetery. His grave is marked by a large limestone monument and a government marker.
–Taken from the Book: Springville, Indiana – Village on Spring Creek (Sesquicentennial Edition) Compiled and Written by Jay Wilson, Jr.
Taken from The Bedford Mail, February 12, 1892……
Lawrence County has proved herself rich in the most valuable stone from which she is known the world over. Not withstanding her inexhaustible supply of the finest Oolitic Limestone in the world, a yet more valuable stone is discovered in the western hills. On the farm of F. B. Sutherland, in Perry Township, two miles west of Springville, in a cave whose extent is not known now, and perhaps never will be, and which until recently, has never been explored, but is of remarkable peculiar geological formation, is discovered a ledge of what is pronounced by a Chicago expert who visited this cave to be the finest quality of lithographic stone. The entire length is 1,200 yards and the thickness is ten feet. Its extent into the hill is yet to be determined. The stone is one mile from the railroad, which can be extended to it at a minimum of cost.
It is known that all lithographic stone used in this country is imported from Germany at enormous expense. This is certainly a fortune in the hands of Mr. Sutherland.
*Article taken from Jay Wilson, JR. book “SPRINGVILLE, INDIANA VILLAGE ON SPRING CREEK”