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| 4 December 1941 |
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| Cincinnati Post | December 4, 1941 |
"Practical Christianity is being preached, taught, and lived."
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| 1915 |
The church gives its own movie shows, censored by the mothers of the church.
Dances are held in the church gymnasium. Mothers and fathers attempt old-fashioned quadrilles and polkas while the youngsters dance the hesitation.
There is a billiard table in the boys' clubroom. The boys also play basketball and center ball.
Mothers sew at the church and have noonday luncheon together. The older wives help and counsel younger wives.
The men meet in the evenings and discuss everything under the sun.
The Jesse Halsey Manuscript Collection. Special Collections, Princeton Theological Seminary Library.
A Bit of Local History Written by the Late W.S. Pelletreau
Record of the
Ownership of the Triangle between Main Street and North Sea Road Southampton Press
The recent burning of the Dawson dwelling and barns recalls
an article written by our esteemed historian, the late William S. Pelletreau
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[1840-1918],
and published in the PRESS in May, 1917. The article has much value and
interest to all living in that section of the village and is reprinted by
request.
In old times, long before the Revolution, the entire
triangle between the Main street and the North Sea road was owned by Abner
Howell. He was the son of Col. Josiah Howell, and was a man of importance in
his day and time. A small, brown tombstone tells us that Mr. Abner Howell died
Sept. 16, 1775 in the 76th year of his age. About 1750 he gave his
son, Phineas Howell, the lot where John Cavanagh now lives, and he built a
house upon it which was standing in our boyhood days. At the same time there
was another house exactly like it and this was owned by Mr. Peter Fournier and
was where the Commercial House now stands. They were not only exactly alike in
other respects but there was a peculiar style to the chimneys which attracted
our attention. Both of these houses were torn down about 1849. Abner Howell
seems to have divided the entire triangle between his two sons, Phineas and
David, and Phineas had the north part and David Howell had the south portion.
In 1788 Phineas Howell sold east part to Annanias Halsey and went to what was
the “Western Country” and settled in the town of Tully, in what is now Onondaga
County, New York, and he died there at a very advanced age. Annanias Halsey was
the father of a family that had been prominent in Southampton. His son, Uriah
Halsey, lived on the place now owned by Mrs. Wilmun Halsey and had two
daughters. One married John Sherry of Sag Harbor and the other married Capt.
Crowell of the same place.
Another son of Annanias was Eli P. Halsey, who was the
father Edwin P. Halsey, who lived in the old house, next north of Herrick’s
store.
Another daughter married Col. Samuel hunting, whose wealth
has been of benefit to many families. Another daughter, Mary (or Polly, as she
was generally called) married Mr. Daniel Fordham, whose descendants are
numerous and well known. Another daughter, Susan (commonly known in our boyhood
days as Aunt Susan Halsey) lived and died unmarried in a little old house that
stood just north of Capt. Daniel Jagger’s house, now Mr. Donnelly’s. After her
death the house was sold by Capt. Jagger to David Terry, who moved it to
Tuckahoe where it still remains.
The part of the lot sold to Annanias Halsey was in later
years sold to Capt. Harry Halsey, who is well remembered. The part where the
little house stood is now owned by Miss Abigail Halsey, and the homestead by
the Rev. Jesse Halsey. The old house and lot of Phineas Howell was sold by him
to Ebenezr Jagger in 1772. He had a tan yard on the premises, and was the
great-grandfather of Mr. Hubert Jagger. In later years the house and lot
belonged to Mr. Aja Halsey, who tore down the old house and built a new one and
which, after passing through several hands now belongs to John Cavanagh.
We may add that Abner Howell did not live on that tract. His
home lot, which was that of his father’s before him, was where Mr. Livingston
Bowden now lives. He was the village blacksmith and the relics of his shop were
plainly visible some years ago, when the road was ploughed up on Bowden Square.
The south part of the triangle was given by Abner Howell to
his son, David Howell, who built a house upon it about 1750. In 1770, the main
street of Southampton was surveyed from the beach to the road at Long Springs
and David Howell’s house is there mentioned. Like most houses of that time it
was built on the line of the street. The present door yard has been taken in
from the highway but no one is any the worse for it. David Howell was a
silversmith and learned his trade from Capt. Elias Pelletreau. We have seen
spoons made by him and stamped with his name. On May 10th, 1782,
David Howell sold his house and lot to Col. Josiah Smith of Moriches for £400,
or $2,00. As the lot included what is now Mr. Donnelly’s property, it is worth
as much today. What became of David Howell we do not know but he may have gone
West like his brother. Colonel Josiah Smith bought this place for his daughter
Hannah, who married Elias Pelletreau, and they lived there many years keeping a
store, which did a large business for those days. Flax was a staple article and
was raised in large quantities and taken in trade but times have changed and
there has not been an ounce of flax raised in Southampton for nearly 100 years.
We may as well mention that another article of extensive sales was West India
rum. In the latter part of his life Elias Pelletreau purchased a large farm at
the south end of the village, with a house still standing and well known as the
Hollyhocks.
After the death of Elias Pelletreau, the David Howell, house
and lot was sold to Benjamin Howell and after passing through one or two hands
it came into possession of Capt. Austin Herrick and is now owned by his
descendents who are well known to us all. The house which still remains, was
built originally after the standard style of those times, with a long sloping
roof on one side, but at some later period it was changed, and by making gambrel
roof with dormer windows, it was made practically a two-story house. In old
times, when land was cheap, houses were built large on the ground, the upper
part was a necessary evil, and it was not necessary to put one house on
another. It has stood the storms of more than 160 years and will outlast many
of the flashy houses of the present time.
The person who sees Mr. Dawson’s place would hardly believe
that it is a hundred years old. So much has been added that it looks like a new
house, but the original house has passed its 100th mark long years
ago, and hereby hangs a tale.
In the early part of the last century, the farm at the north
end, now owned by Mr. James E. Foster, was the homestead of John Bishop and his
wife Jerusha, both models of short-sighted penuriousness. The story goes, and
we have heard it repeated by those who evidently believed it, that they were
left this farm and much other land, with the condition that they were to
support two maiden sisters until their death or marriage. They seem to have
been well convinced that the former would happen first and they might have to
wait a long time for that, and they worried about certain sharp individuals,
and there were sharp people even in those virtuous days, and they were Squire
William Herrick, Rufus Sayre, and Joel Jacobs, made them the offer to take the
girls off their hands and support them until they were dead or married, in
exchange for their farm and some other lands, among which we believe was a lot
at Halsey’s neck, now owned by Edward. H. Foster, Esq. They accepted the offer
and congratulated themselves on their grand stroke of luck. One of the
characters in “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” says, “Gals is mighty on certain things. If
you think they have gone one way they are sure to be gone the other.” With that
perversity, so peculiar to the female sex, these girls, who were expected never
to marry, were both married within a year. The Bishops then repented in
sackcloth and ashes, that they had parted with their land so easily. The house
on the farm was sold to Paul Sayre, the grandfather of our well-known townsman,
Mr. Rufus Sayre, and he moved it to its present site where he purchased a small
piece of land of the proprietors. This is the 100th anniversary of
its moving and it is certain that it was of some age at the time. Here Paul
Sayre lived and died, and his daughter, Miss Nancy Sayre, with a sister lived
there within our recollection.
As for the Bishops’ story we hardly know what to say. There
are some things which make us doubt it, but as the Italian saying is, “If it is
not true, it is well made up.”
The Jesse Halsey Manuscript Collection. Special Collections, Princeton Theological Seminary Library.
The Jesse Halsey Manuscript Collection. Special Collections, Princeton Theological Seminary Library.
"The Little Levite"
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| Messenger | 10 June 1928 |
"Pearls before swine"
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| Harrisburg Telegraph |
Our church stood on a corner. The main artery going east
from the city passed the front door with three streetcar lines. Solidly
attached to the granite tower I had a homemade bulletin board. Three-inch
letters could be seen from the cars going east, four-inch letters from the
cards going west, five-inch letters from a block away and so forth; I figured
it all out and wrote it up in a Trade Journal (Homiletic Review).
Bill Wode, the shoemaker’s son, was handy with his brush and
did the lettering. I bought the materials—paint and wardboards 30x36—and gave
him a place to work in the church basement, plus thirty cents a card. We always
kept several prepared in advance. Sunday morning during church hour the janitor
would slip a new one in advertising the evening service or a motto for the
week, sometimes Scripture, sometimes not. One of these “The Church Binds Upward
Looking People Together,” was used afterwards in a campaign in Edinburgh, so
our Chamber of Commerce told me.
One year, Lincoln’s Birthday came on Sunday; our sign read:
“Lincoln Went to Church; Do You?” There came to my desk an anonymous
postcard—“Lincoln Kept a Gin Mill. Do You?” Next week the board carried,
“Washington Went to Church—Do You?” Came a card, “Washington Kept Slaves: Do
You?” My correspondent kept up his barrage for some time. I tried to find some
way of answering him. Finally, he sent a card; “The Church is Full of
Hypocrites.” I had Bill paint a sign—never thinking to really use it—“The
Church is Full of Hypocrites? There’s Always Room For One More.” Somehow it got
into the pile of half dozen and one Sunday when I got home from New York just
in time for Church, Charlie Casey, our old janitor, slipped in the bulletin
board during service time.
I got home and at dinner the phone began to ring. One of my
young trustees who had not been in church that morning wanted to know what in
the world was on the front of the church; his mother-in-law came home in tears.
An older deacon said his wife was hurt and he was mad. “What was it?” I
queried. “You better go out and look.” I did. There it was—“The Church is Full
of Hypocrites. There’s Always Room For One More.” I got the step-ladder and
pulled it out and for the rest of the afternoon the board simply announced,
“Evening Service at Seven-forty-five.”
Somehow the morning paper got hold of the story and had it
on the front page. One of the evening papers got hold of Casey and had a
picture of Casey putting the sign in, fully legible—“The Church is Full . . .
etc.” Then they syndicated it indicating that the picture showed not Casey but the Minister. It went all over the country apparently. I received copies from
friends in Maine, Oklahoma and California and many places in between. At the
Rotary Club the next Thursday when I came in the bell rang calling to attention
and the president announced to all “Here comes Jess Halsey, he believes in
signs.” It was a long time before I heard the last of it.
When the Church was remodeled some years after the bulletin
(homemade) was taken down; a petition from four hundred street car riders asked
to have it put back. A man I met years after told me that as a young fellow
utterly discouraged by his failure as a canvasser he read a sign (Scripture
this time), “Be of Good Courage” and sold a vacuum cleaner in the next house.
He said, “It was the turning of the corner for him.” (We lived just back of the
church and have (or had) that brand of machine).
--Jesse Halsey
The Jesse Halsey Manuscript Collection. Special Collections,
Princeton Theological Seminary Library.
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