Mailing List:1999-01-27 01, (Fwd: (MaineRoots) "Recollections" by Henry E. Whitney Sr.), by Michele Painter
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<p class="Plaintext"> From: Roy & Michele Painter <rmp6797 -at- strato.net> Subject: [WHITNEY-L] [Fwd: [MaineRoots] "Recollections" by Henry E. Whitney Sr.] Date: Wed, 27 Jan 1999 09:54:13 +0000
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PART II
Two things happened while I was quite small. Norman (brother - Norman Earl Whitney mayor of Bangor 1931) was ten years older than I and he hated to take care of me. One day I was ina carriage at the top of the stairs that came down from the back bedroom to the washroom shed. There was a wall about 3 foot from the foot of the stairs. He started my carriage down the stairs and let it go. I was too young to know about it but I guess it didn't hurt me. Another thing, the big dog that led the hobo to the street was getting old and crabby. He was asleep on the couch and I was rolling the metal off the hub of a wheel around the fllor when he woke up and jumped and grabbed me by the cheek. I had to have nine stitches taken. I can't remeber it but I dimly remember father taking care of my face after the stitches were taken out. I can remember many things about my childhood. Mostly I worked helping pull weeds in the garden, driving hay rakes, leading out the horse for the hay fork, unloading hay, etc. Mother used to give me 50 cents for July 4th and I bought some night pieces to take over to Runnels. Their boy Kent was about 2 or 3 years older than I and his uncle, Mr. Handy, from Boston, always sent him $5 and another uncle in Bangor was in real estate business and usually gave him $5 so he usually had $12 or $13 to spend, so usually a couple of other boys in the neighborhood went to his house with their fireworks so we had quite a show. We were always up by daylight to start firing firecrackers. When I was real small my Aunt Nell (Nellie Whitney born 1869) and Uncle Henry (Roberts) from Boston visited us and asked me if I would like a puppy. Of course I would so they sent me a fox terrier who I named Piggie. I had him for quite a long time but I really don't know how or when he died. Norman caught a small chipmunk that he kept in a cage and Sundays we would close all the kitchen doors and let it run for a while. He also caught a baby woodchuck and I had it quite tame so you could pick it up. One year father had a little pig that got one leg broken so he gave it to me. He would follow me everywhere just like a dog. I called him Limpy. There was also a bird that came back several summers and mother and Norman would set out food fot it. I really can't remember what it was but it was quite a large bird. A short distance back of our farm was the railroad and as the trains went several times a day each way another form of entertainment for a farm kid was to go down and watch them go by. Sometimes I would go alone but often with Dustin Syde who lived about a 1/2 mile from me and was my closest playmate. When father bought the farm there were two old barns on it and a long shed connected to the house. On one side of the shed there was a piece built on, just to pile up firewood on it. At the end of this arm was the outhouse, a two-holer. In the winter of 1910 father tore down most of the old barns and in the summer of 1911 a large new barn was built with a shed connecting with the house with a 3-holer toilet on one side. All winter we had to walk out to the old toilet after the shed was torn down do it was windy and cold. We thought we had it made when we had the new one that was fixed up much nicer and was larger and a lot warmer.
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