[Exterior view of the Garfield Monument]
Photograph
[Exterior view of the Garfield Monument]
From the album [Snapshots from travels in the United States and Canada]
1917 - 1918
Gelatin silver prints
Overall: 4 7/16 × 3 9/16 in. (11.2 × 9.1 cm)
Gift of the 3M Foundation, ex-collection Louis Walton Sipley, 1977
1978.1292.0073b
Inscriptions Typed in ink on slip of paper placed behind photograph: Garfield Monument, Cleveland, Ohio. Taken by someone and we secured prints or perhaps taken by A. Thomas Nelson with some one's else camera about 1917 or 1918.
Grandma Price my paternal grandmother Mrs. Elijah Price Jr., nee Harriette Place (really La Place) of N. Fairfield, O. was visiting an old neighbor, and got all her mending done up in about six weeks. Mr. & Mrs. Melvin Smith, "Daddy" as Mrs. Smith called him, lived away out west in Cleveland, Ohio, where Mr. Smith worked for a lumber company. I went out for dinner and to spend the night with Grandma many times while she was there. Once Mrs. Smith had baked a custard pie for me, our work being such that we ate out. She remarked "I bet you don't get custard pie like that very often". The Price farm was one mile east of N. Fairfield, then left a short distance and the Smiths were neighbors to the south at that time, before the Prices moved into Fairfield. Elijah Price Jr. got a tenant for his farm which he always kept and moved into N. Fairfield at a rather early age as he had asthma badly. Supplies came to them and to us (Grant S. Price, the son) at Norwalk, Ohio. Our farm was adjoining the Elijah Price farm just to the north. My parents, Mr. & Mrs. Grant S. Price (Dessie L. Stotts) signed off on the 50 acres adjoining and Grant S. Price inherited the farm when his mother Mrs. Elijah Price Jr. passed on. Rather he was to have inherited it but got his mother to sign off when he needed the extra money to go south to Dyersburg, Tenn. in 1913. There was the money from the stationary large mill in the North, at Hayesville, O. and from the portable mills but Papa had traveled all summer looking for the southern location and paid the expenses of three (his second wife and her nephew, Merk Ruhl.) Both the signing off of property and pay of so much unnecessary expense was bad. Papa needed the money to start the large band saw mill in the South, not for personal needs.
While Grandma Price was visiting Mrs. Smith in Cleveland, she came to us for a shorter stay. Mr. Nelson & I took her to the "Rockefeller" Baptist Church one Sunday as we lived at the Arden Hotel at 18th & Euclid with the church also at 18th & Euclid Avenue. At another time we visited the Garfield Monument, and later in speaking of it she remarked with a smile and joy in her voice, "I walked clear up to the balcony". It was considerable of a stunt for one of her age, though I do not recall it at that time but getting close to 80 I imagine.
Papa came in his car several times to take us out while Grandma was there and I well remember one Saturday afternoon where the three of us were riding how he swerved to avoid a collision and it threw Grandma against the side very hard. It was on this occasion that Papa told me never to let Alice (his second wife) get her hands on me for she had threatened me. They had had quite a scrap before he left to come for us. She would never have harmed me, or so I think, but was angry because he was taking Grandma and me out, (a single car so A.T. worked no doubt) and she said that at least to worry Papa. However, it was the part of good sense to be watchful, in her case.
After Grandma had left, from the Arden some women whom I did not know but we must have exchanged greetings, remarked to me about something that Grandma did, (I forget what) and that she did not know what to do. I had the presence of mind to reply that she knew what to do when we took her to church with us: and so she did. An usher met us at the door to seat us and she followed first down the isle, ahead of us, as was proper.
When we took her to her "home" in N. Fairfield, which had been hers and bought by her youngest sister and husband Mr. & Mrs. Charles Schenck that they might all live together, I found Grandma crying bitterly in the woodhouse, things were so unpleasant there. I was torn to pieces by it and told her we would get a place for her to stay as quickly as possible. Papa was then back from the South. Mrs. Smith at Cleveland soon died, so as Grandma would not leave her eldest sister, Celina, nothing was ever done. It was a great mistake also for Grandma to sell her home to the Schencks. They could as well all have lived in Grandma's home and things might have been different. (It was the same property and same people.) After having had such a lovely yard, luxurious with flowers and plants, the Schenks cut down everything: apple trees, maple trees, arbavaeta hedge, for which the churches always came for green decorations rose bushes, lilac bushes, bleeding hearts, white lilies, lillys of the valley, and the place was bare and spoiled. I had once gathered long 8" stemmed violets and after they were placed on my mothers grave, a bouquet showering nearly a foot across, placed lilly-of-the-valley scattered in these latter from my grandmother Price' large bed of these. At the cemetery, a lady came to ask if I was not Dessie Price' daughter and then said that bouquet was the most beautiful one in the cemetery. I had been delighted to get up at 4:00 A.M. to pick the great pinkish-purple long stemmed violets in the tall deep grass where I knew them to grow. We lost my mother when I was in my "teens" and at that time she was the first one placed on the double lot #66 at Fairfield, O. which my grandfather Elijah Price Jr. had purchased. Now all are gone, A.T. is there, the lots are filled with just the place left for me. When A.T.'s marker was placed I ordered one to match and they were placed at the same time. (Some wind-up to the Garfield Monument story and how far up Grandma Price climbed.) However, I always called her "grandma" as my maternal grandmother died when I was four years old. I remember her but never saw my maternal grandfather as he died when my mother was nine months old. After my mother went in nine days with pleuro pneumonia, it seemed we started off with two funerals, the second at Fairfield for her and there were two for A.T., the last there except for me: there was a funeral at Phila., Pa. and another "viewing" - a full Sunday afternoon at Mansfield, O. which was the most central place for all to come and the place was crowded all afternoon: then the funeral on a Monday morning. It will have been some time by the time I get to the cemetery again, when the Hickoks can take me, if I don't land there dead first. It was summer before I got to Mama's grave, from March 22nd, 1910. A.T. took me to the cemetery one evening at dusk as grandma's house and Aunt Celina's were the last two houses before the short walk to the cemetery where Mama and I had often gone about that time of evening. I sat by her grave and cried bitterly until A.T. came to me an said he could not bring me again if I cried that way; at which I made myself stop. It must have been terribly hard on him but I did not realize it at the time. Now, I have not cried since Papa went so suddenly, twenty years ago now! It does not seem possible. When the Hickoks take me, even though it is long that A.T. has been there, I must remember what A.T. said and also not vie way on account of the Hickoks. I must spare their feelings.
Grandma Price my paternal grandmother Mrs. Elijah Price Jr., nee Harriette Place (really La Place) of N. Fairfield, O. was visiting an old neighbor, and got all her mending done up in about six weeks. Mr. & Mrs. Melvin Smith, "Daddy" as Mrs. Smith called him, lived away out west in Cleveland, Ohio, where Mr. Smith worked for a lumber company. I went out for dinner and to spend the night with Grandma many times while she was there. Once Mrs. Smith had baked a custard pie for me, our work being such that we ate out. She remarked "I bet you don't get custard pie like that very often". The Price farm was one mile east of N. Fairfield, then left a short distance and the Smiths were neighbors to the south at that time, before the Prices moved into Fairfield. Elijah Price Jr. got a tenant for his farm which he always kept and moved into N. Fairfield at a rather early age as he had asthma badly. Supplies came to them and to us (Grant S. Price, the son) at Norwalk, Ohio. Our farm was adjoining the Elijah Price farm just to the north. My parents, Mr. & Mrs. Grant S. Price (Dessie L. Stotts) signed off on the 50 acres adjoining and Grant S. Price inherited the farm when his mother Mrs. Elijah Price Jr. passed on. Rather he was to have inherited it but got his mother to sign off when he needed the extra money to go south to Dyersburg, Tenn. in 1913. There was the money from the stationary large mill in the North, at Hayesville, O. and from the portable mills but Papa had traveled all summer looking for the southern location and paid the expenses of three (his second wife and her nephew, Merk Ruhl.) Both the signing off of property and pay of so much unnecessary expense was bad. Papa needed the money to start the large band saw mill in the South, not for personal needs.
While Grandma Price was visiting Mrs. Smith in Cleveland, she came to us for a shorter stay. Mr. Nelson & I took her to the "Rockefeller" Baptist Church one Sunday as we lived at the Arden Hotel at 18th & Euclid with the church also at 18th & Euclid Avenue. At another time we visited the Garfield Monument, and later in speaking of it she remarked with a smile and joy in her voice, "I walked clear up to the balcony". It was considerable of a stunt for one of her age, though I do not recall it at that time but getting close to 80 I imagine.
Papa came in his car several times to take us out while Grandma was there and I well remember one Saturday afternoon where the three of us were riding how he swerved to avoid a collision and it threw Grandma against the side very hard. It was on this occasion that Papa told me never to let Alice (his second wife) get her hands on me for she had threatened me. They had had quite a scrap before he left to come for us. She would never have harmed me, or so I think, but was angry because he was taking Grandma and me out, (a single car so A.T. worked no doubt) and she said that at least to worry Papa. However, it was the part of good sense to be watchful, in her case.
After Grandma had left, from the Arden some women whom I did not know but we must have exchanged greetings, remarked to me about something that Grandma did, (I forget what) and that she did not know what to do. I had the presence of mind to reply that she knew what to do when we took her to church with us: and so she did. An usher met us at the door to seat us and she followed first down the isle, ahead of us, as was proper.
When we took her to her "home" in N. Fairfield, which had been hers and bought by her youngest sister and husband Mr. & Mrs. Charles Schenck that they might all live together, I found Grandma crying bitterly in the woodhouse, things were so unpleasant there. I was torn to pieces by it and told her we would get a place for her to stay as quickly as possible. Papa was then back from the South. Mrs. Smith at Cleveland soon died, so as Grandma would not leave her eldest sister, Celina, nothing was ever done. It was a great mistake also for Grandma to sell her home to the Schencks. They could as well all have lived in Grandma's home and things might have been different. (It was the same property and same people.) After having had such a lovely yard, luxurious with flowers and plants, the Schenks cut down everything: apple trees, maple trees, arbavaeta hedge, for which the churches always came for green decorations rose bushes, lilac bushes, bleeding hearts, white lilies, lillys of the valley, and the place was bare and spoiled. I had once gathered long 8" stemmed violets and after they were placed on my mothers grave, a bouquet showering nearly a foot across, placed lilly-of-the-valley scattered in these latter from my grandmother Price' large bed of these. At the cemetery, a lady came to ask if I was not Dessie Price' daughter and then said that bouquet was the most beautiful one in the cemetery. I had been delighted to get up at 4:00 A.M. to pick the great pinkish-purple long stemmed violets in the tall deep grass where I knew them to grow. We lost my mother when I was in my "teens" and at that time she was the first one placed on the double lot #66 at Fairfield, O. which my grandfather Elijah Price Jr. had purchased. Now all are gone, A.T. is there, the lots are filled with just the place left for me. When A.T.'s marker was placed I ordered one to match and they were placed at the same time. (Some wind-up to the Garfield Monument story and how far up Grandma Price climbed.) However, I always called her "grandma" as my maternal grandmother died when I was four years old. I remember her but never saw my maternal grandfather as he died when my mother was nine months old. After my mother went in nine days with pleuro pneumonia, it seemed we started off with two funerals, the second at Fairfield for her and there were two for A.T., the last there except for me: there was a funeral at Phila., Pa. and another "viewing" - a full Sunday afternoon at Mansfield, O. which was the most central place for all to come and the place was crowded all afternoon: then the funeral on a Monday morning. It will have been some time by the time I get to the cemetery again, when the Hickoks can take me, if I don't land there dead first. It was summer before I got to Mama's grave, from March 22nd, 1910. A.T. took me to the cemetery one evening at dusk as grandma's house and Aunt Celina's were the last two houses before the short walk to the cemetery where Mama and I had often gone about that time of evening. I sat by her grave and cried bitterly until A.T. came to me an said he could not bring me again if I cried that way; at which I made myself stop. It must have been terribly hard on him but I did not realize it at the time. Now, I have not cried since Papa went so suddenly, twenty years ago now! It does not seem possible. When the Hickoks take me, even though it is long that A.T. has been there, I must remember what A.T. said and also not vie way on account of the Hickoks. I must spare their feelings.
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