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A Family History of California - The Rolfe Family (PH 19-2)(1975) (158 pages)
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for it and he said only a dollar. In astonishment at the price I remarked I had a mind to take an emetic.
We had several fires, when the first occured I was chopping
meat for mince pie. I heard the cry of fire, but was waiting for the
bells to ring when Mr. R. rushed in and told me to pack up as probably the whole town would burn, but it was stayed as only a few
buildings were burned including the theatre on Main St.
The peculiar opinions of the people that associated together
from all parts of the world was often very amusing. One lady I
called upon asked me my religion and when I informed her I had been
raised in the Universalist belief exclaimed, "Well, I suppose you
could as soon kill anybody as not.'' I asked her her belief and she
told me hers was the New School Presbyterian. I asked her what the
difference was between that and the old and she did not know. There
were two Methodist churches here, the 'North and the South. I had
met the minister from the South, a friend from Tennessee. He asked
me what state I was from. When told from Massachusetts, said, "Well,
I suppose there are some good people there."
The dialect of people from different parts of the United States
was very noticeable. I would say, "0 be do tell, You don't say so".
Others from the South would say, "Shucks and a mighty site of things
or a heap of things." Associating together soon caused us to drop
these peculiarities.
The dress of the newly made rich, was something noticeable. I
went to a wedding of a local hotel keeper. It was a policy to invite all respectable ladies of the place and of course we all dressed
our best. One lady had so much jewelry, I took an inventory to write
home to my friends. A gold comb surmounted her head and a gold chain
at the neck with a gold watch attached, and a breech at her belt and
a chain bracelet at each wrist. I afterwards became acquainted with
this lady and she was very plain in her dress, but her husband had
given her these presents from time to time and he wanted her to wear
them to show his generosity to his wife.
There was one incident that was rather exciting occured to me
after the fifty-six fire and less than two months before my first
babe was born. Mr. R. had bargained for a building let on Piety Hill
but the papers had not been signed and after the fire the owners
thought that resident property would be in demand outside of the
business part of town and raised the price, which Mr. R. refused to
pay. We moved to Piety Hill and Mr. R. commenced to build a fence
around the lot and we expected trouble. I was standing in the door
and saw two men cross the bridge, one I knew to be part owner. They
came up the hill above Mr. R. and one, I after learned was George
Jacob, knocked down my husband. -I screamed and ran toward them. I
fell down and in getting up I picked up a rock intending to throw it
at the man who was pounding my husband, but when I came nearer was
afraid I might hit Mr. R. so I caught Mr. Jacobs by the hair and.