Uncle Dave was named after grandpa John's best friend. He described himself as an advantageous fellow and he was in alot of ways. He told me several stories from dare devil rides to homemade shine in a silo. One story comes to mind, he was a teenager and a group of boys dared him to ride across Hammertown bridge on a bull. He did it and made it across without getting hurt. I asked him what he recieved for doing it, he said "The thrill of success and they said it (the bull) couldn't be rode". Uncle Dave was a farmer and a butcher, he is buried in Gallatin, NY.
Aunt Hattie loved her family and wanted them with her all the time. Once I asked her if she ever got tried of all these people coming and going. She said "If I had my way I would build a apartment building on my front lawn and all my family would live there. This way I would be able to see them 24 hours each and everyday". Spokened like the loving and caring mother (and person) she was. Aunt Hattie is also buried in Gallatin, NY.
John Henry, Thomas Jefferson, Isaac Allen, Raymond A., Edith May, and Jennie Catharine
