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Found in the Olney City Park in 2004
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Rozella E. Ovrebo's Memories
 
I was not a resident of Greenup but my father was born there and his family lived there so we visited often.  I returned a few years back and tried to find the place where my grandparents lived.  It was difficult because there is now a main road between that place and the center of town.  I discovered that there was  a day care center located there at that time and the operator very nicely showed me around.  I believe the home is still there but the yard has been opened up as a play area. It looked different from my memories. 
 
My parents Murl and Dolly Darling Boggs are buried in the Greenup Cemetery along with my older sister Louella who died before I was born.  My father's parents are also buried there.  They are Henry and Ella Boggs.  My uncle Orville Boggs is also buried there.  He was killed in WW1 and the American Legion Post carried his name as well as that of another soldier who also died in that war.  I have pictures from the Greenup paper of the parade the town had for them when their bodies were returned to this country.
 
My father's sister Edith Boggs married Charles Smith and lived on his farm place not far from Greenup.  When it was sold I had the impression , which may not be true, that the land was purchased for a new high school.  My aunt Edith was a rural school teacher and most summers I spent a two week vacation at their farm.  I also remember that most every summer My mother, my sister and I would go blackberrying on that farm to obtain blackberrys for canning.  Every night we would use a needle to pick out the chiggers that buried themselves in our skins. Blackberry is still my favorite Jam and pie.  We would often go there for Sunday dinners and would have the best slow fried chicken.  I still yearn for the taste of that chicken.  After dinner we would spend the rest of the day  making and eating home made ice cream.  The churner had to be changed several times to feed everyone.  It only made a quart at a time.
 
There was a creek running through the farm where my step-cousin and his friends had a swimming hole.  One day I was invited to go with them.  They swung on the grape vines over the water shouting in great glee.  They persuaded me to try it.  I either slipped or the vine broke and I landed in a sea of mud.  Needless to say my aunt was not too happy to see me in that condition. 
 
My grandmother specialized in gooseberry and rhubarb pies.  She grew two kinds of gooseberries, green and one that appeared to be slightly blue in color.  Every time we visited she always had gooseberry and rhubarb pies for my father.  
 
There were sad times also.   Burials were different in those days,  I remember going to grandma and grandpa's home for wakes and the body would be laid out in the casket in the bedroom off the living room.  I have followed a procession to the Greenup Cemetery several times.
 
My father was a railroader so we got railroad passes and often took the train to Greenup.  At other times we drove.  On every trip we visited the Candy Kitchen for the best ice cream I have ever tasted.  I remember Greenup being a quaint town with it's town square and main street with all the stores on the first floor and with living quarters on the second floor.  It seemed there was a continuous balcony over the sidewalk where the living quarters were.
 
These are some of my memories.  I'm sure I will think of others but they do not come at this time.  I do own the 1968 Cumberland County Biographical.  I have used it many times to try and locate my relatives. 
   
Rozella E. Ovrebo
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Letter Submitted by Jim Winnett
Delware Dec. 20th 1915
Dear Neice Mrs. Ella Boots
I am trying to write you a few times this morning but it is with great difficutly. I am very feble can not sit up all of the time. Joan Sustin is staying with me at the present time. She is the Georgia's daughter. I would like to give your family picture
to some of the relation if I knew which ones had none  or who would appreciate it the most, can you tell me. Will you please pass the written to each of the brothers and sisters that they forwardit to the next one as I am unable to write
to each one separately. As thiis is my last wish and desire I hope to hear from you very soon. Please excuse all the mistakes and my shanken as I can scarsely hold the pen in my hand. Will close with much love would like to see you very much and all the rest of you. With very much love ME. Emerson

                                 Horse Thieves
 
          In about 1905, a gang of thieves stole horses one night from the farms of Jonathan Floyd, Clark Markwell, and the Rev. Jonathan Wright, south of Greenup. The day before the horses were stolen, Clark noticed a stranger Loitering on the road, and looked at the horses as he passed; but, at that time, he thought little of it, That night a neighbor boy who had come to the Markwells farm to borrow some medicine heard noises in the woods by the cemetery near Clarks barn. The boy was so frightened that he ran all way home with out stopping.
         The next morning Clark found the south door of the barn open and an old mare was missing from her stall. Then he learned of the other thefts. The thieves apparently were amateurs because they stole the worst horses from each farm.
         Clark's son, Harlen, (who still lives south of Greenup) Jonathan Floyd's sons, Sam and Pete, tried to catch the the thieves, but the thieves always managed to stay one town ahead of them. They took the horses south, crossed the Wabash River into Indiana, and then went north. When the boys finally caught up with them , they were in jail for some other crime, and the horses had been sold at Terre Haute.
      Some saddles and part of the money from the sale of the horses were retrieved, but the horses were not returned. I don't know what happened to the thieves. By Mike Markwell
(Contributed by Robert Smock a Floyd Descendant)

    The Cemetery Tree
    My grandfather, Ernest Glenn Mowell, and my grandmother, Alice Birchfield Mowell are buried in the Longview (Long Point) cemetery.  Also buried in this cemetery  are my great grandparents,  William Birchfield and Mary Bannon Birchfield.  A few years ago while I was researching my geneaology  one of my cousins who grew up the Neoga area told me the following story.
    When my great grandmother was a young farmers wife a group of people came through the area in wagons headed west.  One couple had a baby which died near the longview church where they were camped.  They buried the baby in the longview church cemetery and my great grandmother promised the grieving couple she would take care of the grave, which she did.  A few years later the couple came back through the area and the babys mother had brought two pine trees to plant by her babys grave which she did plant.  According to  my cousin one of the trees which is very large by now is the same tree that the baby's mother planted.
    Did you ever hear of this story?  I thank you in advance for any reply and also thank you for your volunteer work.
Glenn Mowell




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