Short bio of Milton E Hall in his own words
Contributor: juicyjaffa Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
The age of remembrance about 4 or 5. I can recall seeing the veterans of WWI in uniform. Place, a farm in Columbia, Maine. We had the usual-- a cellar door, a rain barrel, garden and animals. In 1924 we had a car. At that time I had an older brother and sister (Alvin and Evelyn). We had good friends and marvelous times without much income.
My father worked as a farmer and woodcutter and carpenter in the shipyard (the old sailing vessels). We went to the Methodist church and enjoyed the meetings, concerts, dinners, prayer meetings, etc.
We moved to Cherryfield in 1930 where I attended High School. I graduated in 1934 from Cherryfield Academy.
I married Christine Carter in 1936. We moved a lot to find work. In 1951 we moved to Connecticut. We met the Mormon Missionaries in 1958 and joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
In 1962, when our daughter, Elaine, married; we moved with her to Utah. And Christine and I and our 3 youngest children moved in 1968 to Battle Mountain, Nevada where we made many good friends and helped the church grow in that area.
I've had many jobs and liked most of them; lumbering, foundry, U.S. Rubber, Princeton Knitting Mills, nursery farming, ship building, construction, trucking, grinding, blueberrying, Christmas treeing, janitoring, and mining to name a few.
We didn't really get ahead until I started paying tithing. Since then we've enjoyed life much better. Another secret of success, "I've never had time to do much worrying".Less
Contributor: juicyjaffa Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
Grampie Jobie's farm was located in Columbia, Maine in a little nook situated on a knoll overlooking the river. There were three rivers: Mare's Stream, Georgetown River and Harrington River. There were two basins, the higher basin and the lower basin. One day both bridges were out. The one to Georgetown and the one going to Sacarap (Georgetown and Sacarap were both part of Columbia). We had to go to school on a plank.
We used to go fishing; it was only about a hundred yards to the river. The fishing was pretty good in 20 minutes you could catch about five little fish.
There was a cartoon about Toots and Casper and Baby Snooks. That is how I got my nickname, Snooky.
The first time I went to school, my brother Bart (Alvin) and sister Sidda (Evelyn), had to drag me up the hill; I was afraid to go to school; I was bashful.
Grampie Jobie is Job Robinson and my grandmother is Julia Ann Randall.
We moved to Bangor for about eight or ten months and lived on Harlow Street. Right in sight of the house was a covered briddge. Aunt Millie came visiting one day and Ma was ironing. I was up two stories and I fell out the window, screen and all. I fell onto a sidewalk and couldn't walk for a few days. Pa and I were going across the bridge coming back from somewhere (he was carrying me) and I told him to put me down. I felt good but I still couldn't walk. My legs wouldn't do anything. Four more day I was down, and then i took off and have been going ever since.
While we lived in Bangor some big kids told me to go to the store and I would be able to buy a magic button for a dime. That button could do all kinds of magic. So I took off to the store, two or three stores actually, but none had any magic buttons.
Sometimes we'd be playing on the street and the telephone operators would come by on their way home from work and throw a whole handful of nickels and dimes on the ground just to watch us kids scramble for them.
We moved back to Grampie Jobie's farm for a short time until my Grandmother died in 1926. Then we moved to Harrington, Maine to a house at the shipyard.
There were three houses there, not by the beach, but by the shipyard. there were about 3 acres of wood chips there where they built the ships, and the houses were right behind the chips. After the ships were built they were sailed down the river to the ocean, about 9 miles. The three houses were very close together, you could probably jump from one to the other. I had a lot of fun for the two or three years we lived there. In those days there were no actual roads between towns; just maybe a path along the shore or through the
woods. Most anything you got came off a ship. If you wanted to send something you took it to the wharf.
Then we moved to West Cogas. That was about six or eight miles from Indian River (Addison, Maine). We all went to grammar school, Bart, Sidda and I. I remember one Christmas at our class party we had presents on the tree at school and one of the tall students was picking the tree (or handing out the gifts), and he caught on fire. We had candles on the tree and didn't blow them out. He got pretty big burns.
We had a lot of fun in West Cogas. We caught a lot of rabbits and had a lot of good food. That's where I first saw a mayflower. It was beautiful. Mayflowers look like a piece of wire going through the woods, a piece of red wire. Every foot or two you'd see a big bunch of leaves. They are really little, but they made a big bunch with a white flower right in the middle. The blossom is abut as big around as my little finger, little weenie, teeny blossoms. They were beautiful; you wouldn't believe it. The stems are just exactly like a piece of copper wire. They looked like they were bound around with a silk thread and painted. They were real pretty. You couldn't believe it. The real name is Trailing Arbutus.
I want to include a poem Dad recited to me from memory. The mayflowers made such a vivid impression on his mind. He couldn't remember the author, but I found out it is John Greenleaf Whitier --Elaine Roylance
The Trailing Arbutus
I wandered lonely where the pine trees made,
Against the bitter east, their barricade;
And guided by its sweet perfume
I found within a narrow dell the trailing spring flower
Tinted like a shell,
Amid dry leaves and mosses at me feet.
From under dead boughs, for whose loss,
The Pines mourn ceaseless overhead,
The blossoming vines lifted their glad surprise,
While robin nestled underneath the trees,
His feathers ruffled by the chill sea breeze;
And snow birds lingered under April skies.
While pausing, o'er the lovely flower i bent,
I thought of lives thus lowly, cogged and pent,
Which still find room
Through sickness, hunger, cold and decay;
To lend a sweetness to the ungenial day,,
And make the sad earth happier for their bloom.
It was the last days of grammar school. I was riding my bicycle and didn't have any pedals. Just like an old fashioned kind that you pushed with your feet. I had a good big hill to go down just before I got to the schoolhouse. It was almost a mile long. It had just been graveled. There was gravel and rocks in it, good size rocks. I got going down there about 40 miles an hour. My lunch pail was banging against the handlebars, jumping around and rattling like a son-of-a-gun and i had to stuff it with more and more newspaper every day so it wouldn't fall apart on me. I couldn't go slow because I didn't have brakes. And it was too hard to walk in the deep gravel.
One day at school the kids were having fun by passing notes which contained some pretty naughty things. The teacher looked over the desks and found that I was the only one without any notes. Everyone in the class except me had to miss recess while I got to go out and play every day.
My brother Bart and i liked to slide on the ice with sleds. We'd get a run from the bank and then slam the sled on the ice; you could go quite a ways. One day Bart had an old axe down there and he was going to cut some ice. I forgot he was cutting ice. His legs were spread apart and i got going kind of fast. I had to go right through his legs before I could stop, and he hit me right in the head with the axe. It scared him about to death; but I was fine. We were about a hundred yards from the house so I went up there and Ma just washed it and patched it up. It wasn't bad anyway, but poor Bart thought he had half killed me.
Bart and I liked to box. I was fast. I beat up Bart one night but I was kind of sorry afterwards. He complained when he went to bed and Pa had to come in and talk to him. I was awake in the same bed. I felt ashamed of myself. We had a pact you see, we'd fight and hit each other just under the chin, then our parents wouldn't know we were fighting. He couldn't touch me because he couldn't get away from that left hand. I just moved to the right so every time his right hand came at me I could just knock it down and wing it good. I didn't think I was hurting him that bad. We had home made gloves we stuffed with all kinds of stuff. But I hurt him and I felt bad about it.
We played with bikes and wagon wheels and we played in the gravel pit and jumped rocks. We picked berries. We had berries called baby plums. Ever hear of baby plums? They are delicious, almost like blueberries. They grow on a big tree, like an apple tree. We played cowboys and Indians. We had blow guns, bows and arrows, and sling shotsl
We used to roll down hill in model-T tires. I could even go uphill if the hill wasn't too steep. Every time my feet came near the ground I'd give a shove and pull them back in again. It worked real good. I was a little fellow and fit nicely inside the tire, it as a nice place to lay; you could ride all day in it. It didn't hurt your back. I rolled around up side down and all. When I came to a hill i just pulled my feet in and away I's go No other kids could go uphill; they could only go down.
I had a lot of kids to play with. I had Bert Randall, Francis and Etta Randall and I sometimes had their brother, Walter. I had my brother Bart and my sister Evelyn. I had Edwin and Rodney Layton and sometimes Perlie Grant. Gee, I had a lot of fun.