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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
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
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
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
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
Dear Neice Mrs. Ella Boots
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
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)
Ernest Glenn Mowell, and my grandmother, Alice Birchfield Mowell are
buried in the Longview (Long Point) cemetery. Also buried in this
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.
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