Icing on the Cake!

gailyeaple — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 22:03:15 +0000

My littlest one arrived a couple of weeks before Christmas–29 years ago this week. And what a present!

After having two boys first, I was really surprised to learn that boys and girls really are different… her personality was a treat that arrived with her, with absolutely no pink or blue coaching. She has been herself from day one with a delightful yet outspoken way. She was a content baby with a ready smile and very sociable. She would quietly take take in all that was going on around her rather than being extra cuddly. Even at pre-school, the older children used to run to greet us looking for Jenny as soon as we arrived. All three of my children thrived at this wonderful pre-school in Los angeles, at the B’Nai Tikvah Temple.

She’s the one who because of her winter birthday attended a local Lutheran church kindergarten rather than public kindergarten–because the public school said she was too young (within a couple of days of the cutoff date, sigh)–while with two older brothers and being very social we knew she belonged in school. And she did; and thrived. Her very first day of Kindergarten, lunch box in hand, she bolted from the car and ran to the door, turning back just long enough to say “Bye Mom” — and left me teary eyed at the curb! But this also summarizes Jenny’s personality–a zest for life!

I wish our world could be filled with more young women like my daughter. She’s beautiful, smart, charming, funny (a natural sense of humor–see the photos), very organized, hard working, loving, and patriotic. What more could a mother ask?

First signs of her strong spirit and strength surfaced really early… the best example I can recall happened when she was about 4. We had spent an afternoon at the beach and were walking back. We usually took the walkway that angled along a steep incline to street level but this day we climbed through the ice plant up the steep sandy dune. Jenny slipped in the sand and slid a couple of feet much to her annoyance. Several teens walking behind us(oblivious to us) had the unfortunate timing of laughing at something they were discussing. Jenny assumed they had laughed at her spill. Well–hands on hips, then one accusatory finger pointed their way–and she absolutely let them have it! “Don’t you stupid people laugh at me!” came the booming voice from my adorable and sweet 4-year old miss. What surprised me most was their response! They were apologizing, as though not apologizing would have dire consequences!

We still tease her about “the look,” the one that flashes across her eyes; the one that involuntarily signals the observer they have crossed a serious line. Be afraid, be very afraid!

I love you and I love “the look.” To my little one who is now a wonderful young woman, all grown up, professional, and married to the most wonderful guy. I wouldn’t change a thing about you! You will always be the Icing on my Cake! Happy Birthday, Jenny!

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gailyeaple — Thu, 01 Dec 2011 23:28:35 +0000

Tiny Slave Cemetery

How many times over the past years I have thought of the tiny cemetery nestled near the pond and woods that used to be behind my childhood home?

The local legend (1) was that it had been a slave cemetery sometime between the Revolutionary and Civil Wars. The truth, at least as much as we have been able to learn to date, is that there was a black cemetery here with the first recording of its existence that I can find in an August 26, 1937 mention by Charles Bodine, local Walden historian, in his “Historic Walden” column in the Walden Citizen Herald, that “the earliest burial place in our village was a negro graveyard at Liberty Street on the West Side.”(2) Thank you to Walden resident, Ruth O’Reilly for putting me on the track of Bodine’s mention. Ruth (a long time neighbor and cousin) has published an interesting letter (3) about the cemetery and some early statistics about slaves and free blacks in the Town of Montgomery. My mother, Dorothy Yeaple who passed away in 1986, found several stones at the edge of the woods in the 1970s. The area was grown over, filled in with decaying leaves so that only the tops of a few stones showed above ground. My father, Lawrence Yeaple, carefully removed one, cleaned it with water but found no markings and replaced it. He methodically checked the area as much as a concerned individual could at the time and found what appeared to be 6 grave stones and became an unofficial care taker. They were “slabs of irregular size, guessing slate, approximately 2 feet tall by about 10″ wide and 1-1/2 to 2″ thick,” my Dad recently confirmed to me (my first size and location notes made while visiting are dated Feb 6, 1999).

During the 25 years between finding the graves and land development, my father showed the graves to a number of different people, among them Sam Phelps (of Feathers and Fur fame, who also wrote about them in his column in the Wallkill Valley Times on Feb 12, 1997)(4), and to family and friends. When showing them to Walt Sweed of Walden, Walt found more stones –12 stones in total—possibly 6 graves with foot stones but more likely 12 graves. A number of reporters visited including Alan Snell of the Times Herald-Record who wrote an article that appeared on Feb. 12, 2002 (5). My Dad had a number of visitors at the house asking about the graves including representatives on several occasions from the NAACP. But sadly, it was deemed too small for them to be able to investigate further. So, without written record of the cemetery (this was before finding Bodine’s mention (2)), it seemed nothing could be done.

Primarily wetlands, a natural gorge (about 6 ft deep when I was a child), runs down the hillside above and to the right of us and delivered fresh natural spring water directly into our pond, creating a beautiful babbling brook during the high water months. Early in my lifetime this pond became the local skating rink in winter and the best pollywog/frog source with “peepers” to serenade us in spring.

When a developer built two houses on the last bit of undeveloped land between us and a tall wooded hill, the wetland included the pond and cemetery, the DEC was luckily on hand to step in and protect the cemetery. I lived in California during this time and recall visiting during the construction and seeing tape cordoning off a remaining small cluster of trees–protecting the small cemetery area. The rest was cleared, filled in and leveled. The developer probably had no idea when buying the land of the obstacles he would encounter. The natural water source flowed directly into the middle of where he intended to build. (Water still flows from this natural spring and has since been diverted into a culvert added at the end of the street.)I know it must still be here, but today there is no trace of the elusive little cemetery–most of the trees are gone, no noticeable stones, and still no account of who the occupants might be or how many souls rest here. Many people don’t even realize that New York State had slaves. While not the preferred solution for the early New York province, a farm labor shortage in the Hudson River Valley, brought the first 11 slaves to our area as early as 1626.(6) Early Statistics are surprising. “The Black Minority in Early New York” states that there was phenomenal population growth [in New York State] in the years directly before the American Revolution–total New York State population of 18,067 (2,170 Negro) in 1689, to total population of 168,007 (19,873 Negro) in 1771.(7) In 1781 a law was passed promising freedom to any New York slave in return for 3 years of military service in the American Army. It is important to note that many of the black population of early New York State were free citizens… and never slaves.

One significant “effect of the Revolution in New York State removed the economic benefits of slavery as a labor institution: The influence of the natural rights philosophy, the realities of war-induced changes, and the demographic and economic transformations of the war years”–and “…after 1817 no New Yorker could own a slave.”(8)

Slave or free, native or pioneer, or all–just who is buried in our little cemetery? We may never know for sure…but with newer modern technology, especially GPR (ground penetrating radar) (9,10) could show not only the exact location but also the number of graves. Hopefully others will have interest and ability to conduct this type of survey to find out and this tiny obscure cemetery will not be totally forgotten.

References…

1) I personally first heard the legend of a slave cemetery as a youngster in approx 1960 from an elderly Uncle, Jesse Terwilliger (b. 1903-d. 1971) who was raised in a house on Liberty Street at Seeley. My Dad, Larry Yeaple, built our house beginning in 1950 on the extension of Liberty Street and we moved in during the summer of 1952 and remained the last house on the cul-de-sac street until the 1990s.

(2) Charles Bodine, Citizen Herald, August 26, 1937.

(3) Ruth O’Reilly, Letter to Wallkill Valley Times, Feb. 2002
(4) Sam Phelps, Jr.,” Feathers and Fur” column, Wallkill Valley Times, Feb. 12, 1997

(5) Alan Snell, “Historians to study graveyard,” Times Herald-Record, Feb. 12, 2002

(6) David Kobrin, The Black Minority in Early New York, 1975. (University of the State of New York, The State Education Department Office of State History, Albany 1971 and reprinted by New York State American Revolution Bicentennial Commission in 1975), Page 3.

(7)_____ ibid., 8, 9.

(8)_____ ibid., 41, 42.

(9) Personal communication, Oct. 10, 2002, John R. Lukacs, PhD (Professor of Anthropology, Director of Graduate Studies, UO), friend and former Walden Resident.

(10) Deborah Medenbach “Imaging, not digging, will unearth details of slave cemetery,” Times Herald Record, Jan. 31, 2002

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Tiny Slave Cemetery