Then and Now – Presbyterian Church

The First Presbyterian Church as seen through the viewfinder of the photographer of the Howard Kahoe glass plate collection had a much smaller downtown footprint than it does today.

circa early 1900s

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J. Peery Miller Memoirs — Part 25

In which J. Peery Miller describes a raider’s food search…

It is not my purpose to write at length concerning the military movements of the armies of Virginia at this period. My children and grandchildren have access to scores of books covering the entire subject. They could read them extensively and understandingly. My personal contribution was very small compared to the units of long time veterans. I wish simply to place myself where I belonged as part of the great machine without ostentation, naming a few facts of personal interest as I would any other events of my life’s history.

With this in view I shall pass rapidly over my army experience. The months of June and July, 1864, were full of interesting and daring adventures in which Company F participated. Aside from actual combat with the enemy, many variations of the prescribed rules of conduct and the results thereof are retained in memory to this day – now sixty-four years after. I would mention one nightly raid on a well-to-do home not far from Winchester, Va., where our guide had information that several Confederates were lodging. A charge on the premises was well planned and nicely executed, but low and behold the birds had flown. Not a Reb could be found. I was one of the guards at the back door until this fact was announced, then in company with two or three other hungry boys, I explored the garden in search of fresh vegetables. I remember that it was so dark that we could not tell a radish from a turnip but we were positively sure of the onions. We filled our haversacks with whatever we supposed was good to eat. Every thing in the vegetable line was relished by the soldier.

At one time we [haulted] at noon for rest and dinner. Our rations of meat (salt bacon) were low. Why not supplement with fresh beef? A fat steer was seen in a field near by. An expert rifleman brought him to the ground and it was but the work of a few minutes until our little force was abundantly supplied with fresh meat. The best cuts were used, the rest remained for the buzzards. Take a slice, boys, rub it well with salt, if you have any; run a sharp stick through it for a handle, then broil it over a smoky fire. I tried it, but for the love of Mike! I could not eat it. The animal heat was not exhausted. It looked very inviting but the taste was sickening to my palate. Smoked bacon, cooked or raw, eaten with hardtack softened in a cup of black coffee, was the correct food for a tired and hungry soldier. No more fresh beef hastily prepared under the noon-day sun for me.


If you want to make your own hardtack (even if you’re not raiding), here’s a recipe.

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Then and Now — “Ellis House”

Identified as “Ellis House – Whiteman + Philllips,” this photo from the Howard Kahoe glass plate negative collection shows another residence still in existence, although the landscaping is markedly different.

133 w. Whiteman – circa 1910
Present day
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From the Antioch Bookplate Archives — 2000s Part 5

Several contemporary designs for the Christian market, as well as some modern florals. All are in packages of 12.

3551-3Left Behind movie poster with Matthew 24:35

3572-6 — by Pamela Gladding

3573-4 — by Pamela Murray

3574-2 — by Linda Maron

3575-0 by Trinity Designs – Hebrews 4:121

3576-9 — Staff design – Chronicles 4:10 “The Prayer of Jabez”


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Life in the CCC Camp — September 1937

Excerpts from The Hooey.

The mention of the “Constitution Tree” is intriguing. Does it still exist? What species of tree was selected? Was there a commemorative plaque?

Cover – the “going home” theem was due to the completioin of their terms by a number of CCC workers.

Constitution Progtram

With dignity and good taste, Co. 553 appropriately celebrated Constitution Day, Friday, September 17, at 3;30 o’clock. The site chosen was a beautiful glade near the Upper Shelter House.’

The entire company, officers and technical service staff, and some fifteen guests took part in the ceremony.

Lt. Bonnewitz, retiring C. O., presided and introduced Rev. Van Buren of the Yellow Springs Methodist Church for the Invocation. Next, Mr. Mounts, Camp Superintendent, presented Constitution Tree to the community. Mayor Stephenson, of Yellow Springs, accepted the tree, after which it was planted by Foreman George Baker and Leader Rudolph Schiffel.

‘Dr. A. D. Henderson, President of Antioch College, gave the principal address. His subject, “Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness and our Constitution” was a very intelligent discussion. Showing the historical background and explaining how the original form of the Constitution was changed to meet changing conditions, he pointed out its true significance for all ages: It represents those things which we prize high enough to fight for: – freedom—of speech, thought, religion—and and liberty, – things possible only in a democracy. He pointed out, in conclusion, that we must continue to fight to preserve these essential ideals and to guard them with the constitution, preserving here, modifying there.

The meeting concluded with the Benediction by Rev. John Kelly, pastor of St. Paul’s Church.


A project which has just been approved upon which some of the men will work is an incinerator.

At present the garbage which collects in the receptacles throughout the park is burned in the gravel pit. This arrangement is not sanitary as oftentimes the garbage is not completely consumed and the odor which drifts over the park is quite obnoxious to everyone.

This incinerator will be placed in a place where the odor will offend no one and the burning will be more complete and sanitary.’

Also just approved is a the power line which will be constructed at Mr. Skinner’s residence. An overhead line will run from the pole to the pump house and then underground to the residence. This will leave the area adjacent to the house free of unsightly structures and will not interfere with future planting.

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Ernest Morgan Finds a Fairy Tale

Ernest Morgan’s strong adherence to Socialist philosophy led him to acquaintance with any number of unusual people, one of which was Kate Bradford Stockton, for whom he had the Antioch Bookplate Company publish The Little Red Hen and Her Cooperative .

Stockton was a remarkable woman, as described in the following article from The Tennessean of Sunday, March 31, 1996.

Forgotten (nearly) heroine

Kate Ella Bradford Stockton is remembered in Fentress County as the first woman to run for governor — in 1936, just 16 years after Tennessee’s General Assembly ratified the 19th Amendment, granting women the vote.

Stockton’s 18-plank, Socialist platform contained outrageous ideas like child labor laws, human rights legislation, free textbooks and old age pensions.

Every one of her proposals are now law.

Jamestown author Wilma R. Pinckley said in a recent interview that Stockton, a native Californian, moved to the rural community of Clarkrange at the age of 4, later marrying Joseph Kelly Stockton, a farmer who lived in Allardt.

She often wrote poetry, but her only publication was The Little Ren Hen and Her Coop, a Socialist twist on the old fairy tale.

Other Jamestown natives recalled Kate Stockton, as an educated, interesting woman, a “character” who took time off from campaigning to do her farm chores.

It’s said that when a reporter asked Stockton for her platform, the candidate began rummaging through an oversized purse, assuring him, “It’s in here somewhere.”

Kate Bradford Stockton

The above picture is from her entry in the online encyclopedia of Tennessee history.

Cover page
Title page
Author page
Text sample
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A (Before) Yellow Springs Woman of Great Influence.

Every so often we are reminded of the Shawnee presence in the area when Glen Helen is connected to the legend of Tecumseh’s silver treasure, but this entry from Women of Greene County demonstrates how much more there is to the Shawnee story.

Tecumapese (1758 – 1811)

It is impossible to do research on any aspect of Native American history without encountering the name of Tecumseh, the great Shawnee chief. What is amaz

ing is that as well known as Tecumseh is, a pivotal force in his life—his sister, Tecumapese—remains relatively unknown. It would be misleading to say that she has been consigned to obscurity, for her life and Tecumseh’s are too closely interwoven. Where there is mention of him there is often mention of her as well. But, as is so often the case with many powerful women, it is only her importance as a satellite to Tecumseh, a powerful man, that is viewed as worthy of historical note.

Tecumapese was born in 1758 while her family was still living in the South, probably in Alabama. She was the second born in her family, the first daughter. By 1768, when Tecumseh was born, the family was living in Greene County. It seems that almost from the beginning of his life, Tecumseh and Tecumapese were closer than most siblings. To characterize their relationship as simply that of brother and sister is an understatement. Tecumapese was much more than a sister to Tecumseh. She was his surrogate mother, advisor, confidant and mainstay.

‘Tecumapese, whose name means Shooting star, seems to have played an important part in her family even as a young girl. Her mother, Methotasa, suffered badly with the delivery of Tecumseh, and Tecumapese had to accept ever imcreasing domestic responsibilities. When she was sixteen she left her family to marry a Shawnee warrior, Chaquiweshe. They seem to have had a happy marriage and she soon became pregnant. Before she could deliver the child, however, both her father, Pucksinwah, and her husband were killed in the battle of Point Pleasant on October 10, 1774. She had been married only seven months. Her first child, Spemica Lawba (Big Horn) was born nine months to the day from her wedding and two months after his father and grandfather died.

The death of Pucksinwah was a blow from which Methotasa never fully recovered. She and her children went to live with another Shawnee chieftain to be under his protection and care. Tecumapese became, for all purposes, the female head of the family. Events began to unfold around Tecumapese and her family that would eventually lead to great adventures and, ultimately, to great tragedy.

The Shawnee attempted to remain neutral in the Revolutionary War. They considered it a conflict between two groups of White men and did not comprehend how it might effect them. In 1777, however, the chief, Cornstalk, was killed at Fort Randolph while on a peaceful mission. His death worried the Shawnee nation, making them realize they might be drawn into the conflict whether they wanted to be or not. Raids on Kentucky in the spring of 1778 by the Shawnee led to retaliatory raids by the Whites in 1779. This led to a schism in the Shawnee nation. Some of the leaders wanted to adopt White ways and try to fit in. Others felt this would be futile and wanted to wage war to protect what they considered their land. A third group wanted to combine the two attitudes, enter into treaties and still retain their own culture. When the three groups were unable to come to an agreement, about one thousand of them, over one-third of the tribe, decided to migrate west to Missouri.

Tecumapese’s mother was among them. Taking only her youngest daughter with her, Methotasa left Tecumapese to raise the rest of her children, including the eleven year old Tecumseh. For the rest of his life Tecumapese was one of the most important people in Tecumseh’s life. Historians generally credit her with instilling in him many of the character elements that would eventually allow him to become the leader of his people. It is known that, even before his second wife’s death, Tecumseh had delivered both their son, Pacheta, and his older sibling, the offspring of Tecumseh’s first marriage, to Tecumapese to raise.

Tecumapese remarried in May of 1780. Her new husband, Wasegobah, was a well respected Shawnee man. He and Tecumseh soon became fast friends. Wasegobah and Tecumapese followed all the campaigns of Tecumseh, providing him with help, counsel and comfort. Tecumapese, due partially to her relationship with Tecumseh, but also to her own strength of character, intelligence, bravery and vision, rose to be considered the Mother of her Tribe. This was the highest honor a woman could attain in tribal status.

‘In the fall of 1810 Wasegobah divorced Tecumapese, his wife of thirty years, for unknown reasons. Two days later a repentant Wasegobah asked for a reconciliation but was turned away by Tecumapese. Their ensuing arguments were so distasteful that Tecumseh suggested that Tecumapese leave the area for a while to think things over and allow Wasegobah to collect himself. In December of 1811 Tecumseh decided it was time for her to rejoin the tribe and went to collect her. When he reached his destination he was amazed to discover that Tecumapese had run off with a French trader some months before. This infuriated him for several reasons. First, his entire philosophy, which drove his actions,k was that Whites and Native Americans would always be enemies. Second, the fact that his beloved sister would take up with a White man despite her intimate knowledge of Tecumseh’s beliefs could only be viewed as a betrayal. Finally he felt that her place was with the tribe›—at his right hand as usual. He spent some time finding Tecumapese at her lover’s cabin. Although she was happy to see him, she protested when he tried to take her back with him. She told him she loved the French trader, Maisonville, and had no desire to return to Wasegobah. Tecumseh, finding himself unable to persuade her to return to her husband, finally convinced her to return to the tribe, but not to Wasegobah.

For the rest of Tecumseh’s life she was the primary female figure in his household. It must have been a source of grief to her that her son chose to champion the cause of White reconciliation and broke with his famous uncle over that issue.

After Tecumseh’s death Tecumapese continued to be so highly thought of by the Shawnee nation that she and Tecumseh’s adolescent son were chosen to represent the Shawnees at a conference of tribal leaders called in Canada by Sir George Provost in March of 1814. Tecumapese subsequently moved to Michigan where she later died. Most accounts of her life end with the death of Tecumseh, so the actual date of her death remains unsure.

It is only fitting, however, that her life and her contribution to the rise of the Shawnee nation be remembered. It is apparent that she was the most enduring and potent influence in Tecumseh’s life, literally from the cradle to the grave. Whatever he became he owed in large part to the devotion, care and guidance of his sister, Tecumapese, the Shooting Star.

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Then and Now – Two Views

“N68 & Cemetery” was the identifying information attached to the photo from the Kahoe glass plate negative collection, and the view is from the Route 68 side. The current view is taken from the Cemetery Street side. Although not visible in the current view, the front porch has been screened in, and it appears that there was an addition to the rear of the house.

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J. Peery Miller Memoirs — Part 24

In which Miller describes the life of a Union Army scout.

Volume IX: Roster of Ohio Soldiers, 1861-1866, pp. 184-189, contains a complete list of officers and privates of the 133rd Regt., O.V.I. This Vol. is in my possession. My children will note that my name, John P. Miller, appears in both Co. T and Co. F as transferred from the former to the latter. This transfer was made on the request of my brothers Harrison and Samuel that I might be in the same company organization with themselves. If I remember correctly, I traded places with George Frantz, who wished to change from Co. F to Co. E in order to be with his two brothers, Daniel and Israel.

Out of the ten companies composing our regiment, four or five remained at the Camp Kelley, Co. F among them. Co. E, the other Clark Co. company, commanded by Capt. McKinney, was ordered to guard the R. E. bridge over the South Branch of the Potomac river, about twelve miles west of Camp Kelley.

While stationed at Camp Kelley Company F was by no means inactive. Scouting parties made up of details from the different companies here located were kept busy raiding the enemy’s country to the east and south of us.

As I was physically strong and light on foot I could endure these rapid marches as well, if not better than the dull monotony of camp duty. Brother Harrison’s rheumatic tendencies gave me opportunity to double work by volunteering to take his place on the detail. He might start well, but I knew from experience that he could not hold out. To be compelled to fall by the wayside from exhaustion and be left to the uncertain care of rebel sympathizers was not at all desirable.

The object of these scouting parties was to surprise and capture isolated Confederates off their guard and restore government property found in the possession of the citizens, — especially cavalry horses that had been disabled and left behind by the Union forces. Many of these horses had recuperated after rest and care and were now fit for further service. We had no trouble in property of this class as every animal had been branded with the letters U.S.

Valuable Union horses

An amusing incident occurred one Sunday morning as our scouting party passed a country church. A number of ladies on horseback were congregating for service. Of course, we stepped up to search for the well known U.S. brand on their well groomed steeds, and, if found, the rider was requested to dismount and give us possession of the animal. Several very good looking ladies protested to our course of action and resisted with much determination. They called us all kinds of names strongly emphasized by the terms not expected of well bred ladies attending divine services on Sunday morning. However, our orders [were] explicit and dismount they must, even if force should be necessary to accomplish it. One noticeable feature of [the] event was that not a single man of the church congregation volunteered assistance to the ladies. Their intentions may have been good, but they had learned at this stage of the war to have respect for soldiers’ loaded guns.

These scouting parties were composed of 50 or 100 men who were expected to move quickly and quietly with some special object in view. They were commanded by one of the line officers of military experience and ability. Our Lieut. Colonel Leeds was generally in command. The expedition was always accompanied by a Government scout or guide in citizen’s clothes who was familiar with the locality, knew all the roads and by-ways and was pretty well informed as to the movements of the enemy. The men provided themselves with rations (bacon, hardtack, sugar and coffee) sufficient to last several days. If the supply ran low, foraging was resorted to.

The expedition would start from camp in the afternoon or early evening and march all night, following our trusty guide often along narrow, unfrequented paths through the woods, over the mountains, thus avoiding the publicity of the highways and shortening the distance to our destination (known only to the officials). These quiet night marches were not without mirthful incidents on occasion. I still have in mind a joke on myself which might have proved serious but happily no harm came of it. While marching single file along one of those narrow by-paths on the sloping side of the mountain, my left foot slipped, and in my effort to right myself, I fell sprawling at full length. That would have been of little consequence had not the incline started me to rolling down the hill. Many turns were made before my progress downward was checked by a friendly bush. Quick work was required to get myself back into line before it passed and left me alone far in the rear. I held onto my gun with a tenacious grip. My other accoutrements were firmly strapped to my body. My gun was loaded but not primed, the latter a precaution taken under strict orders in order to prevent accident due to careless handling while marching.

Luckily, after much scrambling, I fell in line well to the rear and marched along naturally, pretending that nothing of any consequence had happened. Daylight revealed some slight scratches and bruises but nothing serious.

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Politics in a Gentler Mode

Many current residents may not be aware that we used to be able to renew drivers’ licenses and purchase license plates here in Yellow Springs where the Yellow Springs News now has its offices.

An article from the Dayton Daily News issue of January 5, 1971 describes the rather unusual setup.

Republican or Democrat, It’s Still in the Family
Daily News Staff Writer

YELLOW SPRINGS — For more than 20 years, F. Faye Fluke and his wife, Edna, haven’t discussed politics. It’s the only way they can keep their jobs.

In 1950, when the Democrats captured the statehouse, Fluke [was] the man who sells license plates and issues drivers’ licenses. He’s a registered Democrat.

His wife, however, is a rock-ribbed Republican—and when the GOP took over in Columbus, it’s Mrs. Fluke who got the nod to sell license plates.

The two have alternated jobs for 20 years, and have survived, Mrs. Fluke says, only by not talking politics at all.

In the ordinary course of things, F. (for Franklin) Faye Fluke would return to the deputy registrar’s job when John Gilligan takes the governor’s office.

Fluke, however, has been ailing lately. He spent some time in the hospital, and over the holidays entered a nursing home.

So Yellow Springs Democrats, led by committeewoman Mrs. Berger Mayne, have decided to reappoint Mrs. Fluke to the post—even though she’s a Republican.

“Some of the Democrats thught we ought to give the job to one of the party,” Mrs. Mayne explained this week “but the Flukes have had it so long, and have done such a good job, in a convenient place, that I can’t see any reason to change, especially with Faye sick the way he is;.”

Mrs. Fluke is obviously pleased with the Democrats’ decision. “After the election people came in and asked me what I’d do,” she said: ”I figured I’d have to give it up, and really I would have if a Democrat wanted it, but I’m glad to be able to stay on.”

The cluttered deputy registrar’s office on Xenia Ave., this village’s main street, doesn’t have a picture of Gov. Rhodes on the wall, and, says Mrs. Fluke there won’t be one of Jack Gilligan, either.

“In 20 years we’ve never put up the governor’s picture,” Mrs. Fluke explains.

“No room,” she adds, pointing to the old license plates, papergback book exchange, 1958 calendar, notary public commissions and schedule of fees for licenses which covers the walls.

Mrs. Fluke says her job is more than just selling license plates. ‘I have a mailing list of about 300 people,” she says, “who want special initial plates. We get SS and ST numbers here, and people in Cincinnati, Columbus, Fostoria and other places write in for them.

“One company in Cincinnati, whose initials are SS, has been getting SS plates for its salesmen from me for years,” she added.”

Some people, though, Mrs. Fluke notes, are particular about numbers in another way. “They won’t take the same one twice.

“They say they don’t want people to be able to recognize their car or know too much about them—especially the police.”

Picture of Fluke from the Xenia Gazette article of January 3, 1968 when he lost the election for township clerk.
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