02/06/1849 - School Days

February 6, 1849

Dear Reader,

It has been a very hard winter. The cows have been kept in their stalls since the beginning of January as the snows are so deep they wouldn't be able to make it to the shelter of the day-pasture woods.  But with their body heat and the deep layers of hay in the loft above them, there is always warmth in the barn. It is sometimes more comfortable there than in the house.

Each morning, Mother sweeps the chicken yard and broadcasts the feed corn.  The hens seem unperturbed by the cold air and rush screeching from their coop to greet her. We continue to have a plentiful supply of fresh eggs -- enough for Mother to sell a few to Edick's feed store in town.  At times, she barters with the old man and takes any available newspaper in trade. 

She has recently taken up the subject of education as a cause - particularly that of the local girls.
 
My older brother, Jacob Jr. and his wife, Mandana, thankfully have both their girls in school.  Mother gives them praise while worrying over the many other girls here in the valley who are kept home from school to do the daily farm work.

She is fond of rehearsing the example of the Smith family just 2 doors up the road.

"Morris and Ben Smith are in school with our granddaughters every day while those boy's sisters, Rosetta and Cornelia, are kept home. Their mother, Jane, says she has taught them to read and write a little but their father, Ben, sees 'no reason for a woman to have any learning other than how to keep a comfortable home for her husband and children.'"

And with that, Mother vigorously concludes, "And it matters not that they are black!  Many white girls will not be at a school desk tomorrow either!"

Mother has a copy of the Rev. William Holmes McGuffey's first reader of 1841. The boy in this book is prompt, good, kind, honest and truthful -- virtues taught in fifty-five lessons.  Mother has raised the possibility of sharing the book with Mrs. Smith. Father has been unusually firm in denying Mother this intent as he says it might raise color questions more than schooling ones.

At this past family Sunday dinner, Mother had fresh fuel for her fire. The Friday Utica Observer ran the following article: "On the morning of Tuesday, January 23, 1849, a young woman ascended the platform of the Presbyterian church in Geneva, N.Y., and received from the hands of the President of Geneva Medical College a diploma conferring upon her the degree of Doctor of Medicine."

Mother read the article to all assembled in the sitting room after supper and added, "Her name is Elizabeth Blackwell and she is the first woman in the entire world to graduate from a medical college. And she did it just as the men had to do -- she had to take the two 16-week courses of lectures and then submit to written and oral examinations.

"See!  That's what an education can do for a girl! And from a college just 50 miles from our front door!"

Mandana and the girls applauded.  Jacob and Father smiled and continued to suck on their pipes.

Elizabeth Blackwell

Geneva Medical College



12/20/1848 - Gold in Them There Hills




December 1848

Dear Reader,

   Leonard and Margaret Ackler were over for Sunday Supper yesterday. Father & Leonard remembered back to the day this summer when President Polk went before Congress and confirmed the truth of the rumor reported by the New York Herald in August ; there is gold - lots and lots of gold - in the streams and rivers of the new territory of California!
The Ackler's second son, George Henry has been in California in a town called Sacramento for several years.  He married a girl from Illinois he met there and they have two children. Letters take months to arrive, but George has always been faithful in keeping his family informed of his well being. He now tells of the tens of thousands of men from all over the world who have been making their way to his town planning to make their fortunes. 
   A few unattached men from here in the valley took off right after the first whisper of gold.  But then the winter set in and kept anyone else from starting the four-month walk over the western mountains to reach the gold fields.
    Few farmers are willing to consider the two alternatives to the walk: a four month sea-sick trip around the tip of South America or a two month voyage cut in two by a trek over the disease and wild animal infested isthmus of Panama.         
    Leonard says George is doing "very well" (I think he means he's getting filthy rich) during the rush selling clothes, food and mining equipment to those passing through on their way to the Sutter's Mill area about 50 miles away where gold was first found. From the safety of his emporium, George last letter told of the miseries of the "poor wretches" who have come to strike it rich with tales of death by cholera, Indian attacks, starvation, thirst, heat, cold, accidents, sea sickness, and fights over claim rights.
    In spite of these tales, many local men are whooping it up at the possibility of making the journey come the spring of '49.
    And because of these self-same tales, all the local women are admitting relief that snow and ice are keeping their husbands and sons on the farms "where they belong".
      Among those women are my mother and my two sisters who I wager will do all in their powers to make sure that father, brother Jacob and I are right here in Herkimer for next summer's haying. 

You will be kept informed.

Your Faithful Correspondent,

Chauncey Sherman Seckner

PS- Sam Fish was at last Saturday's social.  He continues to pay great attention to little sister, Mary. Father continues to watch.


12/15/1848 - We Lost!

Dec 15, 1848

Dear Reader,

                               The Whigs are in --- Our Democrats are out.

                             Meet your next President and Vice-President.

         
     

                   Zachary Taylor                                              Millard Fillmore



 Mr. Taylor, "Old Rough and Ready"  and Mr. Fillmore will be sworn in next March.  I guess it will be after that that we will finally find out what Mr. Taylor stands for.  He certainly didn't have much to say on matters while on the stump. But that House of Representatives member from Illinois, Mr. Lincoln, had a lot to say on slavery and is credited with bringing many electoral votes to Mr. Taylor's side. He might be a fella to heed come the next elections.

    
Sunday suppers have been rather quiet affairs since the results were announced.  Father is in a bad mood and not able to speak of the election without growing agitated. His musings on the matters of state have boiled down to this practiced speech: 
   
"Our Democrats worry about the plans these Whigs have for the economy. Their practices favor  big business, big manufacturing,  the railroad robber barons, and those damned protective tariffs.  The results will certainly lead to the rise of a bunch of bluenose aristocratic snobs.. Our party believes in the common man--the man of average wealth, who holds an honest city occupation or, as a farmer, lives on the land raising food for the nation. We must prevail in the elections to come!
    
Mother has been quiet as well.  She does not want to upset Father in any way and isn't quite sure how he would view her increasing interest in poetry.  She and my sister, Fannie, have had their heads together over a letter sent to Mother by her old schoolteacher, Mrs. Avery, who has discovered the works of a Mr. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  The piece she has copied, which was published earlier this year is called "Evangeline".  The letter is rather long but apparently the whole poem is much longer.  Mother has not felt it necessary to share with me.  This is perhaps for the best as she and Fannie are in tears every time they read to one another. 

I'm sure I will sometime in future meet a woman who I will be able to understand....

Your Dedicated Corespondent,
Chauncey Sherman Seckner

To read the full text of "Evangeline", Click Here






















Zachary Taylor                    Millard Fillmore
Mr. Taylor, "Old Rough and Ready" will take office next March.



11/07/1848 - Presidential Election 1848



             The name of this song is "OH! SUSANNA" by Stephen Foster from 1848.  American Folk Music.

Tuesday, November 7, 1848


Dear Reader,
Went into Winfield today to cast my vote for president. For the first time, all 30 states have voted on the same day so it may take a long time to count all the results.
            Presidential politics have been all the talk for the past couple months. But we had to put a stop to the topic at the (Masonic) Winfield Lodge last month as things got a bit too heated. Thought some of the men were going to come to blows.
            As part of the business of the meeting, we took up a collection for Mrs. Clapsaddle. She was recently left alone when her young husband was killed in a hunting accident. Mother, in her usual anxiety to get me married, has suggested I make my existence known to the grieving widow as she has over 200 acres of rich bottom land and a herd of healthy Holsteins. Such is the case, but she also has a brood of three young-uns under the age of five.
            We concluded the meeting with the induction of Josiah Eckler who having reached his 18th birthday and asked to be admitted to the Lodge. He is now an apprentice as he got 100% favorable vote by the members.
            After the meeting, his brother, Martin, told me of watching an outdoor Whig rally over in Utica. He said most of the speakers for (Zachery) Taylor were awfully dull except for one - the homeliest man he'd ever laid eyes on - a Mr. Abraham Lincoln.
            In the end, I believe that most of the farmers in the valley will have, as usual, voted for the Democratic Party and our candidate, Mr. Lewis Cass.
            They say President Polk has failed in health in the past few months. The war with Mexico hurt our party and must have ruined his health as well. But in the end - his war left us with thousands of additional acres of territory for our nation. But he also left us with the vexing question of whether that territory will be slave or free.
            Our party has been dangerously split on this issue; many of our members have left us to join the new third party that formed for the main purpose of keeping the new lands free of slavery.
            This past June, they held their convention in Utica and nominated our eighth past president Mr. (Martin) Van Buren as their candidate. I fear that Mr. Van Buren's Free Soil Party has taken votes from our Democratic party and given the Whigs a way into the White House.
            Mother has become more bold in speaking of things other than my marriage prospects at the supper table. This past Sunday she opined that if she, "as a mere woman", were allowed to vote, she would put her mark on Mr. Van Buren's column to "rid our blessed nation from the horrible scourge of slavery."
            Father rolled his eyes and later lectured me on the "obvious single-mindedness of women which made any attempt to let them vote dangerous to the very fabric of the nation."
            I have not given too much thought to the slavery issue. There are very few men in the surrounding counties who are slave owners and I don't know we should be telling the southern farmers how to do their business. I will have to study on the subject as I believe it will continue to well up in future elections.

Your Devoted Correspondent,

Chauncey Sherman Seckner