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Camp Summit 50 Years Old (Part 1), by Karen Cuccinello, Town of Summit Historian

 [Whilst this post does not deal with our Brown/Wheeler family history, it is being posted to show the progress which has been made since our Brown families lived in the Summit/Jefferson area commencing in the early 1800's. ]

The occasion of Camp Summit’s 50th birthday was not the only reason I decided to write about it. I live about two miles from the camp (about a mile as the crow flies), and felt I was well acquainted with most of its operation. Through research, I discovered that there was more to learn.

Camp Summit officially opened its doors on January 9, 1961 with seven male inmates from the Elmira reformatory, now known as the Elmira Correctional Facility. The minimum-security youth rehabilitation facility camp was intended to hold up to 100 offenders in three main buildings.

During the early 1950’s the Conservation Department was looking for a way to care for thousands of acres of New York State land. State lands were purchased during the depression years, and were reforested and improved by the Civilian Conservation Corps Program (CCC camps). The CCC camps shut down near the beginning of WW II, which left the land unattended.

Collaboration between the Conservation and Corrections Departments ultimately created the youth camp idea. In 1955, Chapter 600 of the Correction and Conservation Law created a minimum-security reformatory to be known as a Youth Rehabilitation Facility for the care, treatment, education, and rehabilitation of male youthful offenders ages 16-21.

The Corrections Department was to build and maintain the facility, and oversee the inmates (campmen). The Conservation Department was responsible for planning work programs on state land, and providing the necessary equipment and transportation of the men.

Camp Summit, which is actually in the town of West Fulton, was intended to be the first youth reformatory camp of its kind in the state, but due to local opposition, Camp Phasalia in Chenango County was opened first in 1956. The Conservation and Corrections Departments ran a successful public relations blitz, which even included a promotional film, narrated by Chet Huntley, to gain community support for a youth camp in Schoharie County.

The land for the youth camp started to be cleared late in 1959 followed by the erection of a dormitory 281’ x 26’, administrative building 241’ x 26’, and mess hall 193’ x 26’ in July of 1960. Total cost for construction was approximately $500,000.

The next group of inmates came from the Vocational Institution in Coxsackie. They went to work on the camp upon their arrival. They performed landscaping duties, and erected more cement block buildings. Building projects included a vocational shop, garage, chapel, wood treatment plant, drying shed for logs, and a sawmill all within eight years of the camp’s opening.

The first work projects on the state lands included thinning and pruning woodlands, and building and maintaining truck trails. In 1968, inmates worked on stream improvements, clearing dead trees.

In the 1970’s the campmen were allowed to work on community service projects. Crews worked at churches, firehouses, the Schoharie County Fairgrounds, Landis  Arboretum, state parks, the Old Stone Fort Museum Complex, Bellaire Ski Center, ARC (Association for Retarded Citizens) facilities, towns, and villages. Crews scraped walls, painted, sheet rock, did concrete work, refinished floors, insulated walls, and cleared brush.

One of the biggest projects was building a covered walking bridge over Fox Creek, from the Col. Peter Vroman home to Fort Road in Schoharie. Dr. Wim Van Eekeren, former executive director of the state Narcotic Commission and the Kiwanis Club conceived and sponsored the bridge.

For a number of years in the 1980’s the sawmill and treating plants ran 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The wood was used by an assortment of state facilities. A second dorm was started in 1978 as the camp population rose above 100. Building projects for 1985-86 included a Quality of Work Life Building, an additional vehicle garage, softball field and handball court.

Campmen helped with the reconstruction of the Oliver Schoolhouse on the Old Stone Fort grounds in 1985-86. A mason shop crew supervised by Gary Rightmyer laid the foundation, and a wood shop crew supervised by Richard Silvernail helped raze the building.

[Continued in Part 2, Blog Post #44]

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This is the story about the end of Mrs. Lizzie Oliver’s life. She went out for a dozen eggs on New Year’s Day 1919, never to be heard from again.

I became interested in this story while compiling a database of obituaries from numerous editions of The Middleburgh News. The reason the story caught my eye was there was very few what we would call “Real News Stories” in the paper.

The Middleburgh News back in the early 1900’s cost $1 per year or five cents per copy and consisted of town happenings such as who was: visiting friends or relatives, born, married, sick and/or passed away. The heading for these columns was “Correspondence News Items Gathered by Our Special Representatives.” Some of the towns with columns were:

  • Barnerville;
  • Blenheim;
  • Broome Centre;
  • Cooksburg;
  • Flat Creek;
  • Gridley’s Gate;
  • Guinea;
  • Potter’s Hollow;
  • Preston Hollow;
  • Rensselaerville; and
  • West Middleburgh.

I have gleaned the information for this story mostly from the seven articles pertaining to Lizzie Oliver’s disappearance. There was also mention of Lizzie’s disappearance in The Phoenix, Richmondville newspaper’s Charlotteville and Summit town happening sections, but they were no different than The Middleburgh News.

Mrs. Lizzie MacMere Oliver was born in Mayville, Chautaugua County, New York in 1833, 1837 or 1839 (information from1875 and 1900 Census Records, Summit Township; and death certificate #56) to John MacMere of Ireland or New York and Catherine O’Neil of Canada (information from Lizzie’s death certificate #56 in the Summit Town Hall).

Three different records listed three possible birth dates. Her name was always listed as Lizzie throughout assorted records except in her son Seymour’s death certificate she was listed as “Elliza. “

Lizzie conducted a millinery store in Albany, I assume, before ending up in Summit. She was probably married about 1860 as her first child, Nelson, was born in 1861-62 in Pennsylvania. I did not find a marriage certificate in Summit for Lizzie and Ambrose as they probably married in Pennsylvania, but I did find a previous marriage for Ambrose to Luny Mott in Clam Hollow/Summit on 5 February 1854.

Ambrose was living with his mother and younger brother James in the 1855 Jefferson, New York Census, but Luny was not listed.

She married Ambrose Oliver (born 1826 in Summit) son of Andrew Oliver born in Otsego County, New York (information from Ambrose’s death certificate) and Elizabeth VanBuren born 1803 in Summit, New York (information from Ambrose’s death certificate and the 1855 Census).

Lizzie and Ambrose had three children:

  • Nelson;
  • Seymour, born 1864 in Summit and died June 1892 of Bright’s disease in Summit; and
  • John, born 1868 in Summit and died 7 February1890 of typhoid fever in Summit.

Ambrose is listed as a farmer with 90 acres in the 1872 Schoharie County Directory and 120 acres in the 1899 directory.

Lizzie was widowed on 3 December 1898 when Ambrose died of chronic nephritis.

Lizzie’s death certificate does not list a death date but it does list a burial of 13 June 1919 in Lutheranville (part of Summit), New York.  Her cause of death was listed as “probable exposure. ”

The following is a synopsis of how The Middleburgh News reported the big mystery in seven articles spreading over the next seven months:

“A Summit Mystery – Aged Lizzie Oliver Missing Since January 1st” [30 January 1919 edition]

Sheriff Oliver (Lizzie’s nephew) and District Attorney Mayam went to Summit to investigate Mrs. Lizzie’s disappearance a few days ago (so about three weeks after she came up missing. Hmmm). Her son Nelson informed the Sheriff that his mother had not returned home.

There were strong suspicions of foul play. There was an ice/sleet storm, followed by a snow storm on January 2nd and 3rd. It is hoped that Mrs. Lizzie will be found alongside the road after the two or three feet of snow melts. She was said to be fairly well off but feeble in mind and body in her last years.

“Summit Mystery Unsolved – Search For Mrs. Lizzie Oliver Still Continues” [16 February 1919 edition]

Mrs. Lizzie is still missing after much searching by the Sheriff, state police and neighborhood folk. On January 1st Mrs. Lizzie walked about a mile to the home of George VanBuren to purchase a dozen eggs (cost about $.40). She put the eggs in a basket and left for home about 3:30 in the afternoon. It is supposed that she had about $50 on her and $300 in one Cobleskill bank and $150 in another.

“The Mystery Deepens – Disappearing Snow on Summit Hills Fails to Reveal Body” [27 March 1919 edition]

With most of the snow melted, Troopers Cunningham and Leddy organized a search party of “30 men and a boy” last week to look for Mrs. Lizzie Oliver.  Hundreds of acres were searched without any results. “What has become of the aged women is the cause of much speculation and baffling wonderment. ”

“Will Begin Investigation” [1 May 1919 edition]

Sheriff Oliver and District Attorney Mayham plan to go to Summit and begin an investigation of the death of Mrs. Lizzie Oliver. “John Doe proceedings will probably be instituted. ”

“Special Proceedings at Summit” [12 June 1919 edition]

The Sheriff and District Attorney expect to go to Summit this week or next to begin John Doe proceedings.

“THE SUMMIT MYSTERY IS SOLVED AT LAST – Body of Lizzie Oliver Found at Roadside” [19 June 1919 edition]

A foul smell, not foul play, solves the mysterious disappearance of Lizzie Oliver. While driving cows to the barn farmer Fred Collington discovers a badly decomposed odorous body under a hemlock bush within 700 feet of a main road (Charlotte Valley Road). The Sheriff, District Attorney and Coroner C. F. Wharton journeyed to Summit the next day to investigate.

“Lizzie’s appearance indicated that she had crawled up under the bush to get out of the storm.” Her basket of broken eggs lay near her body and was only a few rods (about 48 feet) from the Oliver district schoolhouse. Teachers and students had complained about a bad odor that frequently permeated the school.

Undertaker Germond of Charlotteville took charge of Lizzie’s body and burial in the Lutheranville cemetery (although I don’t find her there). Mrs. Oliver’s estate consisted of 125 acres of land and about $500 in cash.

“THEORY OF A CRIME EXPLODED BY FIND – Money bag of Lizzie Oliver Found at Last” [10 July 1919]

The Sheriff discovers blackened and stained monies totaling $33.02 in a small gingham cloth bag only 60 feet from where Lizzie was found. Some folks were not totally sold on Lizzie’s death being an accident as her money was still missing. Nelson Oliver, her only child, will no doubt inherit the property but will have to wait for an administrator to be appointed to settle the supposed $2,000 estate.

One of my thoughts at the end of all this is, my gosh, it took six months to find this poor lady and nobody seemed to be in much of a rush to get the case solved. But is it really much different than the missing persons’ cases we see on TV week after week after week these days? Hmmm.

Ward Oliver, born 1902 in Summit, was Lizzie’s distant relation. He is the Oliver who donated the Oliver schoolhouse to the Old Stone Fort Complex in 1984.

I found this clip recently:
Bloomville Mirror Newspaper [December 1853] – At Summit, Schoharie County, on the 5th inst. by Elder Alexauder McCarge, Mr. Ambrose Oliver to Miss Luny Mott, both of Clam Hollow.

Also figured out after the story: Nelson Oliver (about 60-something years old) married a women, Annie, seven years older one to two years after his mother died. I found his wife’s burial in Patria but never found Nelson.

Ms. Cuccinello may be contacted at karenc@midtel.net or 518-287-1945.

© 2011 Copyright, Norman R. Brown

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We all know that dialect and colloquialisms play a big part as to who we are, and especially those which helped to mold us when we were children.

Schoharie County has a very, very unique colloquialism known in no other County in New York or, for that matter, anywhere else in the world.  What, you ask, is that word?

“Sloughter”!

Where did the word “Sloughter” come from and how is it used today?  Let’s do a little research and see what we come up with.

In Chapter IV of his book History of Schoharie County, William E. Roscoe refers to “Sloughters” as  people “… whose morality was lost long years ago, and not inheriting any principle, they have failed to find it, and instead, are content to eke out a miserable existence in licentious habits, until the winter returns, or their physical condition is such as to make them objects of care.”

Commencing on page 28 of the May 1951 issue of the Schoharie County Historical Review is an essay by Dr. Jacob Van Valkenburgh (date unknown) on this very subject entitled, “The Word ‘Sloughter’ Of Schoharie County Origin”

It seems that Governor Henry Sloughter, Colonial Governor of Manhattan, New York (1691-1691), an appointee of the Holland government, was a drunkard, became inebriated one day, accepted a bribe and surrendered the entire Colony of Manhattan to the British without a struggle or mounting a defense of any type.

Schoharie County, as we know, was settled and inhabited at that time by people from Holland.

We are told their wrath knew no bounds over the shenanigans of Governor Sloughter since they possessed the Colony by “… right of discovery and the passing under the British yoke without resistance by one of their own race, an official, was considered the lowest and most treacherous act and crime in the catalogue of human depravity.”

Thereafter, anyone guilty of the “sins of ingratitude, implicity, treachery, betraying a friend, was labelled a … “Sloughter”!

If you have ever known us Hollanders (Dutchmen), you know full well when our dander is up … be careful!  We are inclined to be somewhat on the stubborn side and tend to hold our own to the highest of standards.

The strong feelings of animosity held between the British and the people of the United States lingered on into a later phase of our country.

Democrat Andrew Jackson and his followers had no love for British rule or, for that matter, any Englishman.

John Adams, a Federalist, was an Englishman and inclined to British laws and customs.

After the treaty of peace had been signed by England and the United States, Andrew Jackson unknowingly fought the Battle of New Orleans from December 23, 1814 to January 26, 1815 which was the final major battle of the War of 1812.

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The Treaty of Ghent had been signed on December 24, 1814, but news of the peace would not reach the then Major General Jackson, Commander of the Seventh Military District, until February. General Jackson was fined $1,000 for this but it was later refunded to him by Resolution of both the House and the Senate and signed by President Tyler.

Andrew Jackson was our seventh President after John Adams, our second, and, it is said, Jackson would not bathe in a bathtub at the White House which had been used by Adams.

General Jackson had victoriously defended his native land against the British and had been fined for doing so.

Governor Sloughter, a Tory, on the other hand, had given up his Colony, was a renegade and, in fact, had been labelled the despicable term of  ”Sloughter”!

Over the years the term has been applied to a licentious character as a man who was known to miscegenate with “Negro wenches.”

“Sloughter” could also be applied to an area where people of unsavory character resided such as “Sloughter Hill,” “Sloughter Valley,” “Sloughter Hollow,” etc.

People who have offended are referred to as a “Damned Sloughter”!

The term “Sloughter” is also applied to a man who professes great friendship and love to a married man and, at the same time, his relations to the wife are identical to that of the man.  Such a character is then said to be a “God Damned Sloughter”!

In the August 27, 2007 issue of the tongue-in-cheek Slums Along the Mohawk blog, found at http://slumsalongthemohawk.blogspot.com/2007/08/slaughter-conspiracy.html, the term “Sloughter” seems to have been

softened and has evolved into a different meaning and spelling, “S-l-a-u-g-h-t-e-r,” elevating the person so referred to as “… a resident of Schoharie County who can trace his or her family back as having lived in Schoharie County for a significant number of generations. These people are not just locals or natives, they are the community’s ‘supreme elders.’  These are the people who can tell you about Cobleskill’s first ever motor car, or when Schoharie County was first electrified, or about events that transpired during the Revolutionary War as if they themselves were there.”

The blog article goes on to conjecture that these “Slaughters” “… get together in some barn somewhere in the dead of night every year to plot out the future of Schoharie County.”

I, for one, having been born and raised in Schoharie County almost 75 years ago, believe the present-day use of the word spelled “S-l-a-u-g-h-t-e-r” should be condemned, restored to its original spelling of “S-l-o-u-g-h-t-e-r” and its meaning reflect the contemptible vim and vigor which my fellow Hollanders of years past meant it to be.

That’s my opinion.  What’s yours?

Warmly,

Norman

© 2010 Copyright, Norman R. Brown

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6. Family Pets


Are family pets considered members of our human family?

To my way of thinking, you betcha!

Today I would like to focus our attention on the family cat since my oldest daughter, Elizabeth, is facing end-of-life issues with Sammy, her furry friend of 14 years.

Cats have been woven into human society for thousands of years. They have been alternately revered as gods (as in ancient Egyptian culture) and feared as witch’s “familiars” or connections to the devil (as in Salem, Massachusetts during the witch trials). Today we see them for what they are: responsive, intelligent animals who adapt to most living environments.

Unlike the family dog, they can be left for a weekend as long as they have plenty of food and water left for them.

Sammy has been a wonderful companion for Elizabeth because he has been easy to care for and has offered her a lifetime of friendship.

Sammy definitely had a splendid personality. I recall the last visit I had with Elizabeth, Sammy hid under the furniture and would only cautiously come out from his hiding place when he felt comfortable.  Elizabeth had two other cats then and their personalities kept Sammy in check … to their way of thinking.

Since Elizabeth’s other cats are no longer with her, she has given Sammy run of the roost, as they say, and Sammy has become her constant companion, by her side during all moments Elizabeth is not at work.

Sammy has had much to give Elizabeth during a difficult time in her life when she had a broken relationship and a change of employment from California to the state of Washington, but has asked for little in return other than her love, which she has unconditionally given to him.

My heart is with you, Elizabeth and Sammy, as you say your final goodbyes.

Give Sammy a big hug from his Grandpa Norman.

© 2010 Copyright, Norman R. Brown
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The Merriam–Webster online dictionary at http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/memorabilia describes the word “memorabilia” as:

Main Entry: mem·o·ra·bil·ia
Pronunciation:
ˌme-mə-rə-ˈbi-lē-ə, -ˈbē-lē-ə, -ˈbil-yə

Function: noun plural

Etymology: Latin, from neuter plural of memorabilis

Date: 1785

1 : things that are remarkable and worthy of remembrance
2 : things that stir recollection or are valued or collected for their association with a particular field or interest :
mementos <baseball memorabilia>

Where would we be without our memories?

Trish, a family friend, recently sent me an e-mail with photographs of memorabilia which gave me several minutes of delightful childhood reminiscing.  I thought I might include them in our blog to see if any of them awaken any family memories you would like to share with us.

  • 45-rpm Spindles
  • S&H Green Stamps
  • Metal Ice Cube Trays
  • Beanie and Cecil
  • Roller-skate Keys
  • Cork Pop Guns
  • Marlin Perkins
  • Drive-in Theaters
  • Drive-in Restaurants
  • Oleomargarine
  • Car Hops
  • Studebakers
  • Topo Gigio
  • Maytag Washing Machines with Wringers
  • The Fuller Brush Man
  • Sky King
  • Reel-to-Reel Tape Recorders
  • Tinker Toys
  • Erector Sets
  • Lincoln Logs
  • 15-Cent Hamburgers
  • 5-Cent Packs of Baseball Cards
  • Penny Candy
  • Penny Postcards
  • Jiffy Popcorn
  • 25-Cents a Gallon Gasoline
  • Gum-wrapper Chains
  • Chatty Cathy Dolls
  • 5-Cent Cokes
  • Speedy Alka-Sellzer
  • Falstaff Beer
  • Burma Shave Signs
  • Brownie Cameras
  • Flash Bulbs
  • TV Test Patterns
  • Chef Boy-AR-dee
  • Timmie and Lassie
  • Ding-Dong, Avon Calling

Hopefully, some of the above will bring forth a fond memory from your childhood which you might share with the rest of us.

I know the Burma Shave Signs brought forth a delightful memory for me as my father, mother and I were driving to the “big city” of Schenectady for my father to replenish his electrical equipment.  He was one of the first electricians in our area to “wire houses” and bring electricity to many farmers.

I vividly recall reading one set of Burma Shave signs which read:  ”On curves ahead / remember, sonny / that rabbit’s foot / didn’t save the bunny / Burma Shave!”

I thought it was put there just for me to read!  Imagine that.

The signs helped to cheer us up during World War II, and were as much a part of a trip to the city as whipped cream on Mother’s strawberry shortcake.

The Maytag Washing Machines with Wringers brought forth a somewhat sad tale of children assisting their Mothers with wringing out  their washing, and getting their arms caught in the wringer.  I recall seeing children whose arms were badly scarred by this.  The washing machines later had a red release bar above the wringers which would disengage the wringers in case of such an accident.

I also remember oleomargarine which was white, like lard or Crisco, and came in a plastic bag with a small packet of yellow coloring agent which one had to pop open and then massage the bag until the entire mixture was yellow, like butter.  My brothers and sisters and I used to sit around in a circle in the kitchen, each taking our turn mixing the oleomargarine and then tossing it on to the next one … it was not an easy task!

Ah, where would we be without our memories?

© 2010 Copyright, Norman R. Brown

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