Time once again for reader feedback!
Diane Crossley Whelchel emailed to say she’s a descendant of the Eller family (the Ellers were early residents of Fishers) and has lived in the Cyntheanne area since 1977.
Diane noted that Cyntheanne has made quite a comeback since she moved there. In 1977 it consisted of only six houses. Now, there are many new homes and a new school is being built.
Nicole Kobrowski attempted to pinpoint the location of Big Deadening, one of those tiny communities that came and went in the 19th century.
One of the items Nicole sent was an excerpt from Binford’s “History of Hancock County, Indiana” which describes a visit by a doctor to a family in Big Deadening. It places the community in Hancock County’s Vernon Township.
I’d seen that excerpt. However, multiple references to Big Deadening in the old Noblesville newspapers put it in Hamilton County’s Fall Creek Township, so I did, too.
My best guess is that Big Deadening was probably somewhere along the border of the two counties, near Fortville.
Nancy Lacy, and Ed and Claire Snyder wondered about the location of the haunted gravel pit near Atlanta.
The only reference to the “Cochran gravel pit” I was able to find in the old Noblesville newspapers is the item about Moses Carver’s ghost. “Potts gravel pit” doesn’t even appear.
The account of Carver’s drowning came from a 1902 Elwood newspaper. That article described the Potts (Cochran) gravel pit as being south of Tipton, so it must have been north or northeast of Atlanta, but I have no idea of the exact location.
Jeanne Flanders wrote that she and her husband knew Gene Stuckey and his wife, Rosalyn, well and that they were all in Rural Youth.
Her mention of the Rural Youth Club intrigued me because I ran across many references to that organization while researching Gene Stuckey. (Stuckey had been a very active member.) Being something of a city kid, I’d never heard of Rural Youth before, but Jeanne filled me in.
Rural Youth was sponsored jointly by the Purdue Cooperative Extension Service and the Indiana Farm Bureau. It was rather like 4-H, but was designed for unmarried young people too old for 4-H. Jeanne said as members married, they would leave the club.
In the winter weather sign department:
Nancy Lacy discovered a brown wooly worm with a black middle . . . on her living room floor! (Yikes! If the wooly worms are trying to move indoors, what does THAT say about the coming winter?)
There’s another weather sign I didn’t have room to mention in the earlier column. According to the “Farmers’ Almanac,” the early arrival of crickets on the hearth indicates a hard winter.
This year I had a cricket invasion! Fortunately, my tuxedo cat, Beau, and my Maine Coon mix, Oliver, were on the job.
Beau is a little thief and I’ve learned whenever he dashes off like he just stole the keys to Fort Knox, I need to follow him and take away whatever he has.
One night Beau shot into the dining room and immediately hunched over, looking like he was going to throw up. After a couple of minutes it became clear why he seemed nauseous — he opened his mouth and spit out a cricket!
I figure the cricket had probably been doing a tango on his tongue, but Beau, being Beau, refused to surrender his treasure lightly.
That scene was repeated well over a half dozen times that same week, with both Beau and Oliver.
I sure hope it’s only the date the “crickets on the hearth” arrive that matters. If the number of crickets is important, we could be in deep trouble!
-Paula Dunn’s From Time to Thyme column appears each Friday in The Times. Contact her at younggardenerfriend@gmail.com