We are still growing in numbers!! There is a total of 446 people that are on the address list to receive these Olney Memories. If you know of others who might be interested, be sure and pass their name & e-address along to me.
Thanks to all who make this a success! I hope you enjoy reading # 49!
Ann Weesner King
pianoann97@aol.com
Class of 1960
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Olney Memories # 49
Ann Hill
anthill3@hotmail.com
Good memories!!! There was a drugstore across the street from the "show" on the corner. There was always a BIG black dog lying on the terrazo (black and white) entrance floor. Was called Bond's - I think!!!
Ann Hill
Class of ‘53
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Ruth Wrinkler Reckling
rareckling@peoplepc.com
I was recently in Olney to visit with my mom who still lives on Boone Street. As I drove around looking to refresh my memories I found so few things that I could point to and say, "I remember when", there is little left of old memories. Although there are all the same old houses on my mom's block there is no one living in those houses that were there when I lived there.
I cruised by friends houses, schools, stores on Main and Whittle but almost all things I held dear were no longer there. Hovey's and the high school are there but looking different. I know, of course, that things have to change, even need to change but I didn't feel at home anymore. I will continue to visit my mother but I think I won't drive around anymore looking for past memories.
Has anyone else gone home?
Ruth Reckling
Class of ’59
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Ron Smith
rls2324@verizon.net
In regards to Helen (Eagleson) McGlone's question about the drug store at Main and Fair Streets in Olney, I know it was owned by a man named Bert Luvman, in the forties and early fifties. I'm not sure of the correct spelling of the last name, but I do know that was his name.
Ron Smith
Class of '58
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Ron Moore
Mimidot52@aol.com
My wife Dorothy [Tice] Moore, class of 1950, and I were married in 1952 and shortly after, while, still in the USAF, we made a visit to Olney. This was to be the first of many over the ensuing years. So, from the perspective of one who came from the "big city' I thought it might be of some interest to share some of my recollections of the Olney experiences. In no particular order;--the ham salad from Maas' Market; the sight of those unique white rodents, oops sorry, squirrels;--the news outlet at the corner Whittle and Fair St. the ice cream parlor [is that what they're still called?] on West Main [I'm told that was Mike's]; the shoe factory also on Whittle--incidentally, I've often wondered who was Whittle?
Must not forget the annual chowder at Miller's Grove, and picnics at the City Park where it seemed all the flies in the county also gathered for some sort of an insect convention. Still, it just made the experience all the more memorable.
And how about the movies at the Arcadia and Elks theatres. I still remember the first film I saw at the latter, "The Desert Fox" with James Mason. I don't believe the seats were cushioned, but then again, neither was I at that time.
From an outsider looking in it was a real delight to see, no matter how briefly, what growing up in Olney was all about.
Ron Moore
Tampa, Fla.
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Dannee Newton
dukeandfang@yahoo.com
I am in Iceland now, reading my emails. I saw where someone talked about a tavern on Whittle Ave. My great uncle and aunt, Clare and Jenny Bentz, owned it at one time. I think their last name was Bentz, but I can´t remember for sure. They had an apartment in the back of the tavern. I hope you receive this message. The keyboard has some different alphabet letters on it.
Best wishes.
Dannee Newton
Class of ‘58
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Michelle Smith Swanson
michelleswanson@hotmail.com
Regarding the white squirrel in the article in Olney Memories # 48, did you know there is also an Olney, Texas?
There's also one in Maryland, Missouri, and Buckinghamshire in England. I wonder if they ALL have white squirrels? :) Of course, they may, as albinoism is a genetic aberration that can occur anywhere, but I bet they don't have 'em like OUR Olney does.
In the meantime, I've also learned that there was, at least in 1904, an Olney Springs in Colorado. Apparently there used to be a surveyor/cartographer in the early 1800s named Olney who made LOTS of maps (or so it appears from all the maps that pop up on eBay). I think most of the other towns were named after him. I am woefully ignorant of where our Olney got its name. I should know this, but I don't.
Michelle (Smith) Swanson
Class of '83 (though I graduated in Northern Michigan)
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George Roth
gsroth2@verizon.net
What a difference a Century makes!
This started out to be an email about, "What a difference a Century makes”. But I found some 1876 information about Olney and a map of Richland County showing Watertown, Hadley Station and names of the railroads different than we knew them.
The following poem tells some history of Olney and also relates to Watertown in the paragraph above. This poem might have been in the OM’s at an earlier date, but it really ties in with the story at hand, and didn’t want anyone to miss it.
THE HISTORY OF OLNEY, ILLINOIS
Have you ever thought of Olneytown
In quite an early day,
Ere Thadeus Moorehouse settled down
And helped to pave the way.
When he moved in, he drove his team
Where none had been before.
There were no engines run by steam
Nor tracks to run them o’er.
T’was eighteen hundred and fifteen
When first he did appear,
And only redskins could be seen
As people living here.
It did not even have name,
T’was just a wild frontier,
Though it was overrun with game,
Bear, bison, elk and deer.
For three long years of grief and joy
Old Thadeus had to wait
‘Til this new land call Illinois
Became a legal state.
And farther south there sprang a town
Quite near where Calhoun stands.
They started cutting forest down
And cultivating lands.
Elijah Nelson settled down
On Fox, some two miles west
And founded there, old Watertown
Which now, has gone to rest.
And then in eighteen forty one
A greater thing was planned.
This famous county was begun
And given name “Richland.”
The county had to have a seat,
But where, nobody knew.
Its every hamlet wished to greet
The county courthouse, too.
And thus began a tug of war
For site of county seat,
And each advantage to and for
The settlers did repeat.
At last the matter simmered down,
A vote was later planned,
‘Twould either be at Watertown
Or on this center land.
The site selected by Judge Shaw,
The voters chose it too
And thus the will of learned law
Came proudly into view.
The new town had to have a name.
‘Tis Olney, said Judge Shaw.
And after contest it became
Another will of law.
Sir Olney was a friend, renown
Of Shaw, who had is will.
He ne’er resided in this town
But lived in Lawrenceville.
And when once started, Olney grew
Unto its present size,
And what it may be coming to,
We only can surmise.
I’ve lived here twice, before this day
And shall not let it down,
And so, in closing, I shall say
“It’s just a darned good town.”
James M. Findley,
Flora, Illinois
6-9-1950
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We lived five miles southeast of Olney or two and a half miles north of Calhoun. The poem, “The History of Olney Illinois “ tells about a town near Calhoun.
When we moved there in 1936 there was an old road that went through our farm running east and west along a creek. Remnants of a couple home sites were there. A cemetery was south of our property line that disappeared long ago. We think this may be the location of the town mentioned in the story.
There were five of us Roth children, Charles, Jim, Joan, Pauline and George. Our loving parents were Jack and Florence Roth. We had a house with no insulation in the walls. You could feel the cold winter wind blow through the cracks. No heating except a pot-bellied stove in the middle of the living room. The fire went out each night. I remember getting up many mornings and there would be ice frozen in the water bucket in the kitchen.
Our bathtub was a #3 washtub. We took a bath every Saturday whether we needed one or not. We had no electricity, no running water except when you pumped the bucket full and was running back into the house. Therefore we had no indoor bathroom. We heated water to bathe with and wash clothes with. We had an old washing machine that had an old gasoline engine, and then hung all the clothes out on a clothesline, summer and winter.
We walked to Bird school one mile west of our house. One teacher taught all eight grades.
My children like to jokingly tell people we walked at least five miles to school and back home each day. It was up hill both ways (aahhmmm) in the winter we would wrap our bare feet with barbwire so we didn't slip and fall on the ice. (I may be stretching this a little)
No one took their children to school unless they were going by the school on their way delivering something in a wagon. Our dirt and gravel roads would be impassible many times in the winter. The mailman would deliver the mail to our house. My brother would mount a horse and deliver the mail to the people that lived on the roads that the mailman could not traverse. (Pony Express)
In the winter you might not go to town to buy groceries for 2 or 3 weeks. We sawed down trees in the months that you were not farming. When you had a big pile of wood you would get together with two or three neighbors to help each other to buzz saw the wood into chunks about 16 inches long. You had to have enough wood sawed to last through the winter to heat your house and use in a stove to cook your food.
We farmed with horses, shucked corn by hand. Cut wheat, beans, and redtop hay with a binder pulled by horses. The hay, straw or stalks came out in bundles that you made into shocks to dry. There was only one thrashing machine in the country. It was pulled by a Rumley Steam Engine steel-wheeled tractor. He used wood in the fire chamber to heat the water, to make the steam, to drive the tractor. It was enormous compared to today’s farm tractors for no more power than it had. It would pull the thrashing machine about two to three miles an hour top speed.
The thrashing machine was about thirty-five feet long and eight eight feet wide. You would park the thrashing machine beside your barn. A man driving a team of horses and a flat wagon would drive to the field where the grain was shocked. A man on the ground would use a pitchfork to throw each bundle up to the man loading the wagon. When the wagon was full he would haul the load up beside the thrashing machine, throw each bundle of grain into the separator that would cut the hay into short pieces, shake the seed out of each stalk where it fell into a sack and the straw was blown into the barn by a long chute.
All the neighbors helped each other on thrashing days. The women would help each other when they had to feed the thrashing crews at each other’s house. We had a wood burning cook stove that they built a fire in to cook the meals. If it was 90 degrees outside, it was probably 105 degrees inside the kitchens; the women served meals that were fit for a president. Made pies of every kind. Dad would go into town and buy a 50-pound block of ice to have cold tea and lemonade.
We all survived what we thought was a rough life and made us appreciate life more when we got older. In comparison to what my grandparents went through, we had it pretty easy.
My grandfather Anthony Roth was born in 1860. He married Ottilia Schneider Feb.4, 1882. He was a farmer, blacksmith, and shoemaker, one of the first directors of The German Township Insurance Co., first director of The Township Telephone Co. He taught grade school three terms at Stringtown, IL. Records show he taught school February 16, 1886, for three months, March 1, 1887, for three months and February 18, 1889, for three months. School started when the teacher was available and the majority of students were not needed on the farm.
First teacher of record was 1883, none in 1884, 1888, 1892. In 1893 they went to school for 1 & 1/2 mos., 1894 for 2 & 1/2 mos., 1895 for 1 & 1/2 mos., 1896 for 2 mos. Between 1896 and 1909 no records were found. In 1910, The Catholic Nuns started teaching every year but it doesn't show how many months they went to school each year.
This is the Good Old Days you hear so much about.
On February 2,1951, we had one of the coldest days in history in Olney. It had been a very wet fall season. Many of the farmers were not able to get their crops out of the field because of the rains. About Christmas it had turned bitter cold. The ground froze several inches deep. I was helping Leo Ritter get his corn picked. He had the next farm south of us. We didn't have enclosed tractors and almost froze trying to shell and haul the corn out of the field. One day we decided it was too cold to work. It was 25 degrees below zero. So I went to Olney. In the 400 block of East Main St. a fire started and was burning in the Olney Cleaners. On the east side of the Cleaners was a grocery store named VanMatre and Pauleys. The fire trucks came, hooked up to the fire hydrants and turned them on. The water froze in the hoses and the buildings were severely damaged. The Olney Cleaners rebuilt and are still there today. VanMatre and Pauleys did not rebuild. The building sat empty for some time. Albert and Myrtle Michel’s were the owners of Mike's Restaurant on West Main St., across from the Prairie Farms Creamery. They decided to buy the VanMatre and Pauleys building and opened Mikes East Side, now known as Hovey's.
My sister, Pauline and I were working at the West Side. When Hovey's opened I went to work there as assistant manager two nights each week and two nights at the West Side
My sister and I were usually working at night by ourselves at Mike’s West side. Many times busloads of ball players and students came there before and after games. Many times all the tables were full and people were standing to be served. We waited on all the customers, fixed all the food, operated the cash register and washed all the dishes, sometimes for hours by ourselves. When we closed, we would restock all the food we had used, finish washing all the dishes and put them away and then clean up the place and have it ready to open and serve breakfast early the next morning. It was hot and without air conditioning.
I was usually there to open the next morning. When the rush hour was over I would start other projects. I froze all the ice cream for both places and several places around the country sold our ice cream. In the summer of 1953 I averaged freezing more than 1000 gallons of ice cream every week. This was made in a ten-gallon freezer in the basement of Mike's West Side. The starting wage at Mike's was 50 cents per hour, no overtime and seldom a tip.
The hours of work and lack of sleep finally caught up with me. On October 19, 1953, Pauline took me to Jackson’s Hospital with severe rheumatic fever. It was the second time I had it. I survived but had several months of therapy.
Working at Mikes was some of the best training anyone could want to prepare them for the future. We met thousands of people and almost all of them were nice, courteous and thankful if you treated them the same way.
Most people thought Pauline and I were married. We went everywhere together, usually with a group to Beal’s Skating Rink or dancing somewhere. We each had an apartment at Barkley’s ½ block west of Mikes.
We continue to be referred to as husband and wife because we still do so many things together. One of the reasons is because we married a brother and sister, Carl and Sue Frohning.
Two years ago Pauline and I were volunteering to entertain the patients in Long Term Care at the Richland Memorial Hospital. One day Mary Margaret (Michels) Hovey joined us and we had a “Mike’s” day with Chili, ice cream and 10-4’s.
Hopefully some of this will bring back some good Olney Memories.
ENJOY THE GOOD LIFE YOU HAVE NOW AND REMEMBER THE PEOPLE THAT MADE IT POSSIBLE.
GEORGE Roth
gsroth2@psbnewton.com
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Una Burgin Tarpley
rayuna@wabash.net
I have lots of memories of Olney and old places. We did not get to go much as we worked at Nursing Home every day for our mom and dad and not much time for playing around (boring I guess) some said-- but we had a new car to drive each year and money to spend and were happy growing up working for our parents. I remember all those places in Olney and can remember good old days as we use to call them 1952-1956 High School days- I married Ray Tarpley in 1957.
I had a new Buick and a new Mercury and a Ford convertible in high school. Wow -- did we have fun dragging Main Street. And at the Olney Park a lot fun fun we did have too!!
I am 68 years old and still kicking! Ha I graduated 50 years ago in 1956 still working at Burgin Manor. I started working 1952 just out of 8th grade. Love the elderly people and learn so much from them.
See you later…
Una Marie Burgin Tarpley
Class of 1956
