The Eastwick Press Newspaper

Friday, October 13, 1826: This forenoon I gathered apples.  This afternoon I took the double wagon and carried Mother and Abigail Meachum and my daughter Charlotte to the funeral of Old widow Phebe Sackett, the wife of the deceased Benj. Sackett, who died very suddenly yesterday morning.  Moses Hunter preached at the meeting house.
Saturday: I went to Elijah Goodriches and agreed with him to still cider for me.  On this evening we had an apple bee, and had about 12 bushels pared.
Tuesday: This morning I went with the cart with four barrels of cider to Elijah Goodriches still, and today we dug potatoes on our Rodgers farm.
Saturday, 21 October: This morning I drove our sheep home from our Rodgers farm and today Wm and I took the single wagon and rode to Lebanon to Luke Rich’s to raising a three story house.  A dinner was provided about dusk.  Luther Rich fell from the frame and cut his head and broke his arm, and Hampton Babcock had his foot jambed as the timber fell on it.  I came home by way of I. Newton’s and fetched Mother Holcomb home.  She was there on a visit.
Monday, 6 November: This morning I drew a load of stone off the hill and this afternoon I sent a hand with a cart and oxen with a load of stone to help underpin the school house and drew gravel and banked it up.  Today I went to election to Claudius Moffitt’s.  I voted for the People’s ticket, for Governor DeWitt Clinton and the buck tail for William B. Rochester for Governor. Today I went from election with the single wagon to Lebanon to election with cake and cider, but I did not sell but a few cakes for it was cold and rainy.
Wednesday, November 22:  I walked over to Lenox to see an Indian hung.  I got there too late.  He had been hung about five minutes.  I did not go in some rods of the gallows.  I stayed there only 30 minutes and returned home by way of Pittsfield.  I called to a number of places to inquire the price of apples.  I paid three cents for a drink of liquor.  I walked from Pittsfield home with my neighbor’s boys, that had been to the hanging.  The Indian was hanged for shooting another Indian.
Friday: This afternoon I drew a load of rails and fenced Wm yard to keep in a cow.  Tonight I walked over after my youngest daughter L. Angeline to school and brought her in my arms home.
Thursday, November 30: Today a peddler called and told my wife that I told him to call and let her have a two gallon wooden bottle but he lied to my wife.  She bought it, and gave half a bushel of corn and two of them their dinner and bated their horse.