History Alive

| 28 Sep 2011 | 02:14

    Let's just meander across the street to the Manse. Watch out for traffic, there was a car about an hour ago that went by, so another is due. They speed by around 20 or 25 miles an hour! Zip "LOOK OUT" here it comes! Boy, that was a close one, another five minutes we might have had to hurry. We will now proceed toward the downtown area, which way is that? Well toward Davenport's lumber yard What do you mean, where's that? Don't you remember nutten? To get you orientated, let's go toward Shop Rite. Now you have the right direction. After the Manse is the home of an aunt of Louise Terhune, No. 1411, next to the Baxter homestead, at No. 1419. there is a house next door that was originally the Manse, but when Ira Davenport started the lumber yard he bought the house and had the new one constructed down the street, that is the way I heard the story. The lumber yard and hardware store was located at 1423-1431 Union Valley Road. Ira had a man named,Maynard(Mitch) Mitchell, working at the yard. His job was delivery of the building materials and taking care of the store. When Ira went to buy materials for the lumber yard, a lot of his shopping was at auction sales of other yards that closed down due to the depression. He would come in late in the afternoon with his station wagon just about dragging the road, with nails, nuts and bolts, and boxes of assorted supplies for the store. All the building materials, lumber and cement came into the train yard down in Newfoundland at Green Pond Road. Ira would hire a few extra men to go down and unload the flat cars, then bring wood to the lumber yard, unload and head back for another truck load. There was no luxury like a fork lift to unload the flat cars to the big rack-body truck. It was all done by manual labor. The cement came in 100-pound bags back then. When you loaded up the truck, then unloaded it, you know you've done a day's work. Ira was known by everyone around the area. He helped many people build their homes by letting them charge all their materials and pay him each month with only a small interest charge. You could easy pick him out in the store, he was the man with the cigar in his mouth that he never lit. He just chewed on them. I remember, one time, of him buying a small barrel of mouse traps, he put a sign on the barrel "traps seven cents a piece, three for a quarter" everyone thought they were getting a bargain by buying three until some one caught on. The next home, at No. 1441, just past the yard, was where Maynard Mitchell lived with his wife and daughter. The next place is the house with three apartments, No. 1443. Don't remember who lived on the first floor; the second floor was Siguurd & Adel Aakvik; Larry and Edith Dann, and children, Jean and Robert, resided on the third floor. Now the next home, No. 1449 Union Valley Road, was the home of Walter and Grace Terhune, and children, Evelyn, Louise and Walter, I remember this place well, one day when I was carrying water for the ladies luncheon, Mrs. Terhune asked me if I would like to work at their house, cutting the grass and weeding the flower beds. Of course, not knowing which was flowers and which was weeds she worked with me until I soon learned. The weeds were the fastest growing and the most plants. Anyway, we had fun working together. I would get there and weed flower beds about 7 a.m. Usually Mr. Terhune would go off to the Esso station about 7:30 and Mrs. Terhune would call me in to have waffles or pancakes. Pancakes were made on the regular griddle while waffles were made on a double-sided waffled griddle. The top was placed on after you put in the batter, a test pancake was put on a separate griddle the same time. When that was brown it was time to turn over the waffle griddle. See, all so very simple to cook in those modern times. Many times there was nice fresh strawberries or blueberries, something she had canned herself. Then with my belly full, out to cut the lawn, with a push mower. Not too many people had gas-powered mowers back then. I usually worked until 10 or 11 o'clock, she then said,"It's getting too hot. Go home and go swimming, see you tomorrow morning." Next time we'll talk about my hourly wages in the "good old days." Arthur H. Cahill