Part of an embroidered picture that will be in the yard sale
The Alger Sullivan Historical Society needs your help as we try to raise funds to pay utility bills, etc. We are having a yard sale at the Historic Park (4th and Jefferson in Century) on Saturday June 8, 2019.
We have lots of things for sale. Some of note are: an adjustable drafting table, a rolling microwave table, artwork, books, glassware, dishes, picture frames of all sizes, sheets and other bedding and hobby supplies. We have had donations from several individuals and families. All proceeds go to the Alger Sullivan Historical Society.
Our next meeting is Tuesday, June 18th at 6 pm in the Leach House museum. I hope you can join us.
Our museums and bookstore are open Saturdays from 10 am until 2 pm and anytime by appointment. Call me 850-417-9803 to schedule a time. Groups, families, and individuals are welcome to tour. Our picnic area is always available and Old 100 is always on view.
In memory of Margaret Collier I want to include an excerpt from her column which was published in the Tri City Ledger December 15, 2005. It happens to be a story told to her by my mother-in-law, Lillian Green, and mentions my grandfather, Will Chancery.
"Now I want to share with you a few more of Lillian Green's memories from her girlhood...
Daddy had a big black ox named Tom. Daddy raised three oxen, but Tom was the biggest and weighed about a ton. Tom got too big for Daddy to handle so he sold Tom to be used with some other oxen for logging. I think Tom was sold once in between to the Bowman brothers and they sold him to Mr. Will Chancery, my precious daughter-in-law's grandfather. (All my daughters-in-law are precious because we didn't have a daughter to live.)
The other two oxen that Daddy raised were smaller than Tom and worked as a team. Red and Bullie were their names. You have heard of bulls sulling, but one of these was the worst. My brother got the scrap lumber from Jones Mill and sold it to people for a small fee.
We had an old red cow called, "Butthead". She had to be milked early in the afternoon because the milk just poured from her. Daddy got two fine milk cows from the Bowman brothers. One of them either got snake bit or ate Mountain Laurel. The other was a brown Jersey named, "Shug". Mavis started milking her when I got married. Our youngest sister is twelve years younger than I, but she would come out where Mavis was milking and Mavis would spray the milk into her mouth. She was the only daughter in our family who would drink sweet milk.
One time Mavis was working at Grandma's and a pig was eating either the cow feed or chicken feed so Mavis threw a rock to run it off. Unfortunately, her throw was on target and the pig died. Mavis jumped up and down because she had killed the pig. We were not hog farmers and only had that one sow.
