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We tried it and it was great. The taste is like caramel burnt sugar taste.
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In September a workman who had been at Pillings & Sons, when my father had worked there saw him at a local baseball game and got in touch with us. Uncle Ben went out to make sure it was our father as we had followed many false clues. He was my father, but didn’t recognize Uncle Ben or anything that he told him nor return to Philadelphia with him. Ella, his daughter went out to Cleveland that night by train to see what she could do. Sometime after John had arrived in Cleveland he had gotten work doing something with electrical light bulbs and insisted on Uncle Ben going to his employer to get a good reference for him. When father arrived home from work I went out to meet him on the porch steps and leaned over and kissed him, no response, no idea who I was. That afternoon, I talked a great deal to him about his past life beyond May 8, 1923 and he would not go home to a wife he didn’t know but agreed to go to Uncle Ben’s house.
During our conversation he became stiff and lapsed into an odd spell did this twice and said he could see a woman and was sure he would recognize her again. We took the sleeper to Philadelphia and after waking in the morning he told us of a dream where some women were in the ocean laughing and lauhging. Four maiden English women lived next door to us in Philadelphia. They were very close friends and enjoyed laughing. Once when they were in the ocean swimming one of them lost their false teeth and we could imagine how the rest must of just laughed!
Frank, my fiance picked us up at the station and drove- as we passed where my mother had lived before being married, my father said that the house is very familiar to me and he thought that the Main Line was familiar. When my Aunt Ada met us at the door he again had no recognition of her. There was an unusual big mirror covering half the side wall he looked at that and said, “I’ve seen that mirror before.” We had breakfast while Frank went to get my mother. We were standing in the living room when my mother came in calling “Jack”, “Jack” he turned and recognized her then asked where is Ella?, where is Lilly, the little black dog? The broke down and cried and things came back to him.
He and my mother went to the shore for two weeks which the doctor suggested. After that he was perfectly normal and before long went back to work at Pillings in a less important position with less responsibility as he formerly was a shipping manager. He worked until about week before he died. He died of pneumonia on 20 April 1934 at the age of 77. He had been gone from the age of 64 till age 67. The only change that there seemed to be was how he watched his money as this was natural because on May 5th he didn’t have any. It is also suppose that he took on the name of John Farnham as his sister lived on Farnham Street in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. John took notes every place he stayed on grocery bags. He kept a log so he could pay back the money that was loaned to him as he went along. This is something similar he would have done in ordinary life and through out his life he has kept notes much like a journal.
This journal doesn’t tell you every place he stayed as I came across a letter giving an account of places he stayed and with whom.
Memory was gone on May 8th – first day I can remember awoke in C&C shed at Gray’s Shed with nothing but wearing apparel I wore. Walked along the railroad and caught in sudden storm soaking wet from knees down. Then came to mountain cabin after dark and they kept me over night and dried out my clothes at fireplace.
May 9th – Gate City, Virginia – Spent the night in empty railroad car May 10th – Speer Ferry – Night in empty house May 11- Near Duffield – House on Route 2 George Miller May 12th – Big Stone Gap – rain & wet from knees down May 13th – Norton and back to Appalachia – Virginia Night in empty car May 14th – Duffield – night empty cabin May 15th – 2 miles from Gate City- night in construction car (rain) May 16th – Mendota – night in old mill May 18th – Atkins, Virginia – Mrs. S. A. McIntyre House long ride in auto May 19th – Roanoke Virginia – night in railroad round house May 20th -night abandon church May 21st – country or barn May 22nd – Near Verona – night in barn May 23rd – near Winchester – night in school house awfully cold May 24th – near Green castle – night in barn near Hagertown,Pennsylvania May 25th – near Chambersburg, Pennsylvania – night in barn May 26th – Shippenburg, Pennsylvania – night in barn May 27th – Carlisle, Pennsylvania – May 28th – Midway between Carlisle & Harrisburg – barn May 29th – 3 miles north of Harrisburg May 30th – 20 miles North of Harrisburg May 31st – 35 miles from North of Harrisburg – night in a barn June 1st – Susquehanna University – Selins Grove Sleepy Hollow Mr Forest June 3rd – 5 miles North of Northumberland – Mr. Forrest June 4th – 16 miles south of Williamsport, Pennsylvania, night in barn June 5th – 3 miles North of Elmira, New York – approached wet under barn June 6th – 6 miles North of Addison – night in barn June 7th – 1 mile North of Jasper – Andrew Murphy family, (boy Neal) supper & lodging June 8th – 5 miles North Dansville – barn cold rain June 9th – 50 miles East of Buffalo – night in barn June 10th – 1/2 mile east of E. Pembroke – night in barn June 11th – June 16th – Murray Cranndall – worked $1:00 per day and board June 17th – 3 miles West of Penbroke – night in barn June 18th – Buffalo – car at night licked in L V Railroad – night in barn June 19th – N. Evan (12 miles south of Buffalo) night barn June 20th – Portland New York – 52 miles of Buffalo – open shed night June 21st – 20 miles north of Erie, Pennsylvania – night shed June 22nd – 12 miles north of Erie, Pennsylvania – night barn June 23rd – 8 miles south of Erie , Pennsylvania – night barn June 24th – 19 miles south of Erie, Pennsylvania – night barn June 25th – 45 miles East of Cleveland – night – slept out on ground at camp June 26th – Ohio – engaged to work, farm Nov 1-11th – at John Hall – farmer Nov. 12th – Cleveland
The following is some background history of John Aikin Falck. He was born in Williamstown, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania on 23 Feb 1857. Williamstown was later changed to Vintage. His mother died in child birth. He had a brother Edward Falck who married Mary Kneipp and sister Mary Elizabeth who married Eldwin Johnson. His father remarried and his step mother was Mary Salone Schmucker whom raised him. He had a step sister: Laura Falck and two step brothers namely Charles and Milton Falck.
His mother’s family was from Wales and his father’s family was from Germany. He grew up near Lancaster and were Lutherans.
He attended Franklin Marshall College in Lancaster later changed to Philadelphia School of Pharmacy and became a druggist. After graduation he decided to travel. He went West working as a druggist. As he traveled he wrote to the Lancaster newspaper: “The New Era” (there is a book that someone has kept up on all the articles he wrote in to the paper about his traveling experiences.)
He went to Los Angeles, California then onto Australia living in Sidney for about three years then on to India, which is now Pakistan where he lived there for seven years. Before returning to the states he traveled in Europe and then came back to Philadelphia where he met his wife and married Esther Hunt Hansell on 17 October 1899. they lived on Wynnewood Ave. in Pennsylvania until his death.
John was very fond of children and they liked him too. He was buried in Woodland Cemetery, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. When John was in Jasper, New York he came to the home of Andrew Murray and he went to the door and asked if he could sleep in the barn, Neal answered and went and got his father, said he could sleep in their home. Ella went to see them after her father had died. They had felt later that he wasn’t an ordinary tramp, they had tired to go after him, but he must have gotten a lift. He made a BIG impression on them and especially on Neal. After Father got to Cleveland he wrote a thank you note and gave his address in Cleveland. From then on they were his adopted family and they sent him presents and especially at Christmas. They really adopted each other.
After he came home, two daughters visited us in Philadelphia and later Mother (John’s wife) Jack ( my son) and I (Jack’s mother) stopped to see them in Jasper, New York. That’s when they told us they tried to catch up with him.
Thank you for taking interest in this family story and for your likes, Mary
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Most of the time I didn’t read them as they seem to be more focused on young children’s lunches. My children were grown but I was interested in her concept. Then right after Christmas she had offer that in 6 weeks you could get yourself off of process food. I wasn’t sure about all that was involved, but the price was inviting, I had thought about going back to Weight Watches but there prices were screaming at me and my pocket book could not wrap around the cost. So I decided to settle with this 6 week course from Lisa Leake. My legs were paining me and I wanted to eat better so I could serve the Lord better. So that is the reason I decided to try this course.
I learn things I had not even consider process before. Some of the ingredients has always baffled me not knowing why they were in there and why. So I learned some new things and started following the course. Each week she gave you something to work on. I have lost 10 pounds from following her course. Then I started walking and lost 10 more pounds. I seem to be able to keep it off. I haven’t walked lately due to my siatic nerve and back pain but as soon as I can I am going to get back into it again. I feel better. I have been able to get back into my smaller size clothes. I have more energy. I really recommend this way of eating. I don’t even count calories, I just make sure I eat my fruit and vegetables and occasional meat. I am not a big meat fan to begin with. I am more conscious as to what not to pick up. I stay out of fast food resturants.
I had some teeth work done recently and that really curved me away from white sugar which was another thing that helped me loose my weight.
I hope this helps someone that is wanting to lose weight and learn new things about the food culture out there. I am always searching for new homemade cooking ideas now. My board on pinterest called Recipes to try has some great ideas that I have used.
There was a large garden and in addition a half acre of potatoes and the cause of sweet corn, all needing attention. The occupants of the house were the son, wife, three young children, a nurse and a cook. The next morning went to work in the garden and kept up that work until Saturday and was then paid $8.00. It came to my mind than that I had better come to an understanding about the $2.00 a day, whether it meant everyday or only days I worked so I spoke to the father about it as he had engaged me. I didn’t feel attached to him from the first but did like the son. He said his terms were only days I could work and I said mine was $2.00 a day rain or shine and including Sunday. After arguing the matter I said I would leave after he said, Well, John I guess you’ll have to go. ” and when I was walking away he called, “You’d had better see my son first.” I looked him up after talking the matter over he told me to stay and the pay would be $14.00 a week. Barring the Sunday, it turned out to be 50 -50 as it was a very dry summer and there was not more that a day and half all toll when could not work, those often being inside work that I could do when there was rain and I had to work all day July 4 Labor Day. It left a bad taste in the Father’s though and as he seemed to have as much direction about the place as the son, did all the “bossing” and we were at logger ____ heals most of teh time. After once telling me about what he wanted done about the place the son left it all to me except when he wanted something special done. He went to the nearest town, ten miles distant and purchased some tinware, coffee pot and gave me the use of two burner kerosene stove which they kept in the laundry on wash day , but I had to carry this back and forth each wash day.
The garden was backward and it took lots of work to get it going, but eventually there were all kinds with plenty tomatoes etc. I could utilize anything I wanted in the garden and later came potatoes and sweet corn. I managed well as to my meal,s but sometimes the work was terrific for one not accustomed to it for I knew I never had done any such work during my stay, I loaded gravel, dug ditches, mowed lawns, cleared lots of ground of weeds 3 x 4 high using a ____________, and many times hoed all day long until I thought my back would break and often went to bed with my underclothes still damp not having any others or a night shirt. One day I dug a hole five feet deep and about 6′ x 4′.
It was intensely hot and when evening came I as wet thru. not a dry stitch on me. Some notes I had in my pocket were wet I had to be most careful in separating them for fear of tearing the money. I made a point to save all possible for I did not want to go to the road again and did save $10.00 a week besides buying some necessaries in clothing. I was one away one day and there I had to go to Cleveland to see a podiatrist as a soft corn and callous on my feet became so bad I could not walk without pain and of course limping. At the end of October they closed the house and went to Florida for the winter, gave me the privilege of using the garage during the winter if I wished to stay and take up the work again in the spring. He was short of cash when he left and said he would mail the money which he did shortly after in addition to $5.00 dollars extra which he said was on account of faithful service etc. I than hired out to a farmer in the neighborhood $12.00 a week and board but I only stayed two weeks as the work was too hard, ten cows, three horses, to look after and a room without any heat.
Came to Cleveland and here I have been until the present, unable to get any work of any kind. The reserve is getting low and only by close economy can I hold out until April. This being Feb 15 a couple of jobs I missed by a few minutes, was turned down more than once on account of age. I gave 60 years uncertain as to what is correct but more I feel sure. Have been looking daily for something but it has been a dull winter here many being out of work and many applicants for all work. It has been an cold winter, though a couple times it has been almost zero but no heavy snowfalls. Spare time from looking for work I have passed at the library, searching newspapers and reading. Doesn’t appear much prospect of coming across any information about myself, but I’ll keep at it as the slightest incident might stir my memory.
Then she wanted me to stay the summer, but I know I could not stand the work, three horses and two cows to attend to handling bushel wood______ of pot stove and left Sunday morning of all the houses I had ever been in I never heard such swearing and the grandmother led them all. There were four generations, the youngest a boy of two years. That day I walked three miles west of Pembroke and slept in an abandoned barn having been refused shelter at a couple places.
Passing thru Buffalo which I reached by noon and I had my shoes soled and also was shaved, first time since leaving Selins Grove. It was a long hot walk thru the city to the Lake Shore and before I could get out of the city it was getting dark and coming by the freight sheds the Lehigh Valley Railroad. I hopped into one of the empty cars on a track outside to pass the night. Some time during the night I was awakened by the cars bumping and after some shifting the train whisked ahead and I was bound to go either East or West as it was too dark to get off. However, it finally backed again and into the long train shed. When leaving the car in the morning I found the big doors at the end closed and could not open them and no one about. I having moaned for an hour or more and then a guard came in thru a small door and seeing me threatened to arrest me. When I explained how I happened to be inside he eased up some and finally let me out.
I went by the Bethlehem Steel Plant and thought it would never end, but in time came on the main road to Erie stopped in a barn overnight near North Evans, the following day reached North Portland 52 miles from Buffalo. Applied at a farmer’s beyond the town for shelter, but he would not let me sleep in the barn, but I could use an old carriage shed. When I slept on some corn fodder. Before dark the hired man came to me and we talked for an hour and when I mentioned Salies Grove he said he had been there a few days before in a car to bring home some of the students who lived in the village, the school time having ended. He started to tell me about the escapade with the gin horse about which I have previously written and we had a good laugh over it.
The next evening I was 20 miles from Erie and passed the night in a barn. The following day it was intensely hot my knee pained and I made only 8 miles – came by a shed early and passed the night fairly comfortable. The following day was also very hot but I had a few miles ride. On walking through Erie which was sizzling hot I came be a fire station and finding some chairs on the shaded sidewalk sat down to rest and eat some soda crackers. A fireman came out and seeing what I was eating said it was pretty dry eating and if I would wait a few minutes he would make me some coffee in a few minutes he called me to follow him into the base. Went where they had a kitchen and in addition to the coffee gave me bread and butter and some cakes.
At Christmas I sent a card to the station. That night arrived at Swanville eight miles south of Erie and asking for supper at a house met a most kindly welcome from man and wife who kept me over night on a cot in the kitchen and provided supper and breakfast. On Sunday I walked about 15 miles and had no trouble in getting into a barn for the night. The next day had a long ride and by night was at a tourist camp 45 miles from Cleveland. There was only one barn about and I was refused entry so I went into the camp at dusk and located under a tree between two auto campers one of which parties became friendly and I sat up with the man and wife until late hour and then I made my bed on the hard ground but it was toss and turn all night. Strange to say altho there had been heavy dew every night there was normal at night, fortunately for me. In the morning the campers gave me breakfast and I started on expecting them to pass me on the road. They did not intend to start until a couple hours later. I had been walking for about an hour when a couple young ladies came along in a car and asked me where I was going? I said, “Cleveland” and they told me to get in and they could take me as far as Painsvilles a long distance to walk and arrived there about noon. One of the girls insisted on my taking a dollar she tendered me but would not give me their names and address.
I walked several miles further and stopping at a house to get a drink met a man in a Ford truck who said he could take me along for several miles. During our talk he asked if I wanted work and I said, “Yes, if it is any work I can do. “His son, he said, wanted a man to work about the place, have a room over the garage and board myself, there being a store in the village where I could get what I needed and the pay would be $2.00 a day. I agreed (June 26) to try it and if satisfactory to his son would stay. We turned off the main road and on the way passed thru Kirkland where the Mormon build their first temple which is still used by them but no longer known as the Mormon Church. About 2 o’clock we reached the place a village of about two dozen scattered houses and one store. The father lived in the village Fullertown and the son on the edge of the place when he had a fine house built on rising ground with large lawns on three sides and a private road on the other through the grounds.The garage some distance beyond the house was large enough for three cars and a work shop which of course made a large loft above where I found a cot, bedding, table and chair, and rocker.
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When thru he asked me get in if I was going his way and after about three miles had a blow out and half an hour delay in getting the metal rim inside the tire. It was then nearly dark and we rode until nine when he had to turnoff on a road leading down into Pencia. We went into a safe drink place where he ordered rolls, coffee, and pie for each of us and then left. This was at Addison, New York. A storm was coming up and it was very dark. saw a light up the road a little way and a barn across the road. Going up to the porch I asked if I could sleep in the barn but it was to dark to see the people but from their talk there were two men and a women the latter telling me they would not have anyone in the barn and could get shelter. she got up then and went into the house and one of the men said there was a place at the top of the hill where a man would take me in. Some distance up the hill I came to a barn along the road with dirt covered planking leading to the barn floor, the house and cattle stables being underneath and below the road. It had begun to rain and blow so I tried to get into the barn, but could not open the door and it was so dark could not see the stable part. I don’t know how I managed to get down the slope and under the driveway, stumbling over stones and brush but finally was under. It was an awful place, fairly clean nor the barn, but father away it was piled with brush and rubbage and all night rats were moving about in the brush. I felt safe from the rain at least but in half an hour it had seeped through the earth on the planks and was dripping and I had to move here and then to avoid it but finally it was dripping everywhere and the only escape was to stand closer to the barn wall and it was about four or five hours before the rain stopped. At the first glimmer of day light I was up on the road and glad to get away from the place and anxious for the sun to dry my clothes and take the chill out of my bones. The dirty water from above had also streaked my clothes but it came off after drying.
The morning was clear and I went along that day as far as Jasper and some distance beyond stopped at a farmer’s to ask for shelter. There were three children (from 4-7 girls and a boy) who met me and they were three of the finest and friendliest children I ever met. I asked for their Daddy and said I wanted to sleep in the barn – their mother was in the kitchen as the children took me to the barn and I asked for a night in the barn. After a little talk he said he could find a place in the house, so I went back to the porch with the children. Along the Virginia and Pennsylvania I did not see many papers but whenever I came across one would pick it up and carry them along until I had read every item in them hoping to find a clue as to myself and on this day I had several. I opened there on the porch and read the “funnies” to the children stories until bedtime. Had a find night – slept in a nice room and good breakfast after which I kissed the girls goodbye and shook hands with Neil and when he saw that was all he said, “You didn’t kiss me” and looked ready to cry and of course I kissed him, his remarks going clear to my heart – a beggar for my meals.
Since then I have been writing them letters, sending the funnies, Christmas and birthday presents and have had several letters from their mother and a photo of the three children. There is another boy now, George born last September. Their mother wrote me that while they received a lot of presents, she thought their greatest joy was opening the Christmas box from John and their delight over its contents. I went along with a good feeling all that morning five miles beyond Dansville took refuge in a barn out of the rain which came up suddenly and with it a cold wind.
The owner came in sometime after and talked to me for a couple of hours and later came back and took me to supper, said his wife was sick else he would give me a place in the house to sleep so he took me back to the barn and gave me a horse blanket to cover me but it was very cold all night as the wind swept thru the cracks in the old barn. Having cleaned towards morning I was off at daylight to get some warmth in sun by walking and by night was 50 miles east of Buffalo and had no trouble in getting into a barn for the night. By this time the soles of my shoes were as thin every little pebble hurt but I had not money left to have them soled. Meat with tobacco and crackers where I could not get any meals my $2.00 was gone. The following day was Sunday and by evening I was half a mile from East Pembroke when I saw a couple men putting a new top on an auto chassis, stopped to look at them and finally lent a hand where needed as the two could not handle it by themselves. When it was on they told me to come along and get some supper and said I could sleep in the barn. After dark I crawled into the hay and about 2 o’clock the young man came into milk the cows and this I had a streak of luck which was what I needed just then – he said his grandmother who owned the place could give em a couple days of work, if I wanted to work, a dollar a day and board but would need to sleep in the barn. Assured him I would for I wanted that $2.00 to sole my shoes. I stayed there the week doing all kinds of work, some almost too heavy but I stuck to it for the $6.00 looked big to me.
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bench which seemed safe from having been sat upon by a “Bristol Fan”. The night was warmer and my sleep restful, and I had a fairly good night rest – Rather disliked leaving in the morning as it was hot and the shade from the Grand Stand roof made it a comfortable place to stay but hunger and desire to get through Bristol and on towards Roallen started me on my way. Had little trouble getting on the right road and found the walking fairly good but met few people or cars on the way. A couple miles out from Bristol inquired at a house near the roadside if they could give some food. the man who was outside as I came up said Could you give me some help for a couple of hours? We will have breakfast shortly and you can breakfast with us if you can help me. Anything to keep me from begging, said I and we went into the house and in few minutes we sat down to a good breakfast and they didn’t “Start” the rood but pressed me to eat heartily. After breakfast my “employer” and I had a smoke with our pipes and started to work. He was digging the few remaining post holes. I used a crowbar and a long scissors shovel fro scooping out the dirt loosened by the crowbar. It was hard work, the shovel being quite heavy but I felt in good trim and glad to pay for my meal. It was about three hours before we finished and he said he did not expect it to take so long. Called me to the house and had his wife made a couple of sandwiches and wished me back on my way. During the day I passed them what i was told was the premiere cabbage land of America shipping more of the vegetables than any other spot of equal size. Ruminating so I went along this man’s pride in his readme convinced me that the loveliest seed must disposed plants might have a king door with devotees as proud as that of the orchids ever though not commercial.
Becoming invited to beating my way”for meals” I had little trouble in getting food and few of them asking antique’ about myself. I may have appeared different for the traveling “Hobo” although I had a fair crop of sandy whiskers and travel worn clothes, but I know language to be so far above theirs that it impressed people that way and gave me a better audience for on several occasions on remarking that I was not a tramp when someone was particularly kind there answer was invariably. “I can see that and am glad to help you on your way.”
Late in the afternoon a young traveling man came along and asked me if I wanted to ride which I gladly accepted as the walk had been tiring and my feet were not feeling the best, and here let say here that in all my wanderings through five states I never asked anyone in horse drawn vehicles or auto for a ride and yet rode many miles in preferred rides in automobiles. I heard or read in newspapers I picked along the way, of persons being attacked after tendering some travelers on the road a life on his way and decided I would rather walk then be passed by as possibly a dangerous person. Id not jar me that so few stopped and offered a ride as their feeling were natural and I had no desire to ride with the thousands who under any circumstances would not extend a ride to a stranger. Their minds not running in that direction and had only one experience in which I found I was not desired as a “pick up”, but more of that later. By dusk we came to a village named Atkins and the young man stopped at the hotel overnight saying he was going further on the next day and if he ran across me could give a longer ride. Looking about for a place to sleep I asked a man in front of quite a fine residence standing some distance back for the road with spacious grounds if I could sleep in the barn? It was getting dark and told him I had no place to go and did not like to lie on the ground to which he replied that I could get a place to sleep at the next house going to this house I spoke to a woman on the porch asking her to take me in and would pay her for my lodging. I had almost a dollar of money left that had been given me from all appearance concluded she deserved to be paid is she consented as being dark she could not satisfy herself as to what manner of man I was, she consented after a little and we sat on the porch for a couple of hours after having had supper with the family. Had a good nights sleep in a good bed. In the morning she gave me breakfast and put up a lunch for me as soon as earned some money I sent her the money to pay for the meals adn we passed several letters between us which I finally lost and failed to remember her name. It was a most kindly act and will always feel grateful to her. She, I know, could not afford to do this but her’s was a “Heart of Gold” and I can never repay her goodness to me I had no feeling against the man who refused me, whether the owner or a hired man as tramps have often injured their “callings” by acts of some kind. However, I could not help but contrast the two and my preference was to avoid others except in necessity.
The following day I walked to Corning arriving then about six o’clock and stopped to watch a man fixing his tire. to be continued
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