tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53899377385982365692024-03-22T13:50:10.752-05:00Cooksville NewsLarry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-29205255388019072842023-11-12T13:36:00.000-06:002023-11-12T13:36:42.761-06:00Cooksville Photographs: People from the Past<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Photographs of people from the Village of Cooksville's past---from the 1800s to the 2000s---have been collected over the years by local Village historians. Now the collections are being assembled in a newly created Archives and Collections Center located in the renovated basement of the historic Cooksville Congregation Church, owned and managed by the Historic Cooksville Trust, Inc.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The Village of Cooksville, founded in 1842, is located in the Town of Porter, Rock County, Wisconsin. Part of the Village was later founded in 1846 by the Porter family and it was named Waucoma, apparently meaning "clear water." (Also, prior to 1848, the State's name had a succession of Native American names, including Meskonsing, Miscousing, Ouisconsin and Wiskonsan, all originating from the State's name for its large central river.) </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Some of Cooksville's archived photographs have appeared in earlier blog stories. Here are a few more images of Cooksvillians and neighbors from the 19th, 20th and 21st centuries.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZzrVlKLWe7stEJ1sc2EbPv-IlsVxDiLEtMCQ1WTLcIyZdllmaHnuSUNd9PFxd1cdmjrQZu3fNA7YCynSCJEvn51Urjn2k7mhJv7Wu33O2dTWUhZOzqaD7rcbHt88k-EZVDOmUguJHrkDRn5PEOgIKtJf62PPTNTlG_34NX4f7T409mk01q6-P7J2_asA/s888/Robertson,%20Jack%20%20(1858-1930)%20photo%20.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="888" data-original-width="382" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZzrVlKLWe7stEJ1sc2EbPv-IlsVxDiLEtMCQ1WTLcIyZdllmaHnuSUNd9PFxd1cdmjrQZu3fNA7YCynSCJEvn51Urjn2k7mhJv7Wu33O2dTWUhZOzqaD7rcbHt88k-EZVDOmUguJHrkDRn5PEOgIKtJf62PPTNTlG_34NX4f7T409mk01q6-P7J2_asA/s320/Robertson,%20Jack%20%20(1858-1930)%20photo%20.jpg" width="138" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Jack Robertson (1858-1930), fiddler, blacksmith</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtaqAVgUB7_E01HC9CEk-IxjWB_Jbi1yGIQMPyWlOMLcRn6QW3Q7-BWyH-T7es5LsxWMjYYVF6QXGwlooANOWLDEd6kjDpC_Idydr_9mG1XtK_VZlcY_uzpNXJqXOq-7z0Jwu7aDifEt1a64VMYgfJ8V5h4qezs0VX2XjTBYZ8ucYDrijK2cSq7jXves/s1949/Cooksville%20-%20Cora%20Atwood%20photo%201929_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1949" data-original-width="1324" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtaqAVgUB7_E01HC9CEk-IxjWB_Jbi1yGIQMPyWlOMLcRn6QW3Q7-BWyH-T7es5LsxWMjYYVF6QXGwlooANOWLDEd6kjDpC_Idydr_9mG1XtK_VZlcY_uzpNXJqXOq-7z0Jwu7aDifEt1a64VMYgfJ8V5h4qezs0VX2XjTBYZ8ucYDrijK2cSq7jXves/s320/Cooksville%20-%20Cora%20Atwood%20photo%201929_NEW.jpg" width="217" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cora Porter Atwood (1884-1952</span>), <span style="font-size: medium;">historian</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd2lJVylBSKjLcUSnUYLpg62J_UVw1v6VaxVAf1HvbaVqgg-nYZ96asTATaHV72MFXZ1296CTSdBEXJfxANWt8rVWHyLDGYbO_mP9dLPA_1ep0d0UHh6FvPoBxF2BV9SY3KlecvZRzYNj4NVY1PR_36fW6WZdaH1oG1UzQXuxXqH9f3xFLKj-THuZ-1qc/s1722/Dow,%20Leila%20(1864-1930).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1722" data-original-width="1172" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd2lJVylBSKjLcUSnUYLpg62J_UVw1v6VaxVAf1HvbaVqgg-nYZ96asTATaHV72MFXZ1296CTSdBEXJfxANWt8rVWHyLDGYbO_mP9dLPA_1ep0d0UHh6FvPoBxF2BV9SY3KlecvZRzYNj4NVY1PR_36fW6WZdaH1oG1UzQXuxXqH9f3xFLKj-THuZ-1qc/s320/Dow,%20Leila%20(1864-1930).jpg" width="218" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Leila Dow (1864-1930), artist</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKw8po4IeapPDvhIKsYYQm0rbag5WoPwgwrXzvmlkhwWqaN47lxUaSPi8sT0HUaCqi3fAxFaRssHVfy3tjqaPjC5ysO_W2glJGZn3DFU7SxeE8EGiPVZaz_qcOO4_mMQW2tkDH-glOfWln9Lf9UINi9ydZ9GWhKOtNw32_LQynd6a8w5ItDCsy2heCJE/s1917/Miller,%20Charles%20(1867-1948)%20and%20Stella%20(gb1866%20)%20001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1777" data-original-width="1917" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKw8po4IeapPDvhIKsYYQm0rbag5WoPwgwrXzvmlkhwWqaN47lxUaSPi8sT0HUaCqi3fAxFaRssHVfy3tjqaPjC5ysO_W2glJGZn3DFU7SxeE8EGiPVZaz_qcOO4_mMQW2tkDH-glOfWln9Lf9UINi9ydZ9GWhKOtNw32_LQynd6a8w5ItDCsy2heCJE/s320/Miller,%20Charles%20(1867-1948)%20and%20Stella%20(gb1866%20)%20001.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Stella (b.1866) and Charles Miller (1867-1948)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhColw5SyzahtvRBRYy7U0dfCrQbS_EedqmkzKKPTQlrbFLVW61OYSrOlfYgEicmja4ol1hPwpJAebYNMyJ0p0OBbGveaSnyDXcYNCkgsgxjM9cCVevv2U7ASuBfxKYgXHZq1AlGDnIELl_vGwjt5-AnS-b5UfiXNCMv_hRm5VW3tFeYPsvsuHny3VCF58/s1500/Gilley,%20Ellen%20Pratt%20(1860-1944)%20photo%202016.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="900" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhColw5SyzahtvRBRYy7U0dfCrQbS_EedqmkzKKPTQlrbFLVW61OYSrOlfYgEicmja4ol1hPwpJAebYNMyJ0p0OBbGveaSnyDXcYNCkgsgxjM9cCVevv2U7ASuBfxKYgXHZq1AlGDnIELl_vGwjt5-AnS-b5UfiXNCMv_hRm5VW3tFeYPsvsuHny3VCF58/s320/Gilley,%20Ellen%20Pratt%20(1860-1944)%20photo%202016.jpg" width="192" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ellen Pratt Gilley (1860-1944)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZuyvw_OdkEh9I0gDz91IUYRCllANx_UaIAd2S873MbsHvs5MKSUmN8bQkLbxGxfq1JwlQOKl416D3rHtGNEeF0-Qf4ipZvEf0Ka9tMJssvE0M6mQb7f0lXMDz1Sx1o88g606l8wWwd-1OqB0yLmF7lUCHCE4l5M-JgsT6gj_1fB2rOPSgsYRV-4qWOBg/s3496/Isaac%20Gallup%20Porter%20(1827-1899)%20photo%20001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2434" data-original-width="3496" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZuyvw_OdkEh9I0gDz91IUYRCllANx_UaIAd2S873MbsHvs5MKSUmN8bQkLbxGxfq1JwlQOKl416D3rHtGNEeF0-Qf4ipZvEf0Ka9tMJssvE0M6mQb7f0lXMDz1Sx1o88g606l8wWwd-1OqB0yLmF7lUCHCE4l5M-JgsT6gj_1fB2rOPSgsYRV-4qWOBg/s320/Isaac%20Gallup%20Porter%20(1827-1899)%20photo%20001.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Isaac Gallup Porter (1827-1899)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyGRLGCMLkPAud2LK0Mhhg6ZbZ7GbXxrRT-SdYZWph7BGck3dRb8djd3AUomM4vJ1Lsiij-chcEfbAjASUIrISZR7AXg2pNWLO2Kn-Mud03U3snpkGcZ7z8tLMaBE0pl6Szz9mcrPoWZhGHb0-GTai5fC5BpGc3R2rrSW-RmuLnyDUY-eCDgkGtSJelc/s2192/Savage,%20John%20%20on%20Yangtze-1944_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1761" data-original-width="2192" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyGRLGCMLkPAud2LK0Mhhg6ZbZ7GbXxrRT-SdYZWph7BGck3dRb8djd3AUomM4vJ1Lsiij-chcEfbAjASUIrISZR7AXg2pNWLO2Kn-Mud03U3snpkGcZ7z8tLMaBE0pl6Szz9mcrPoWZhGHb0-GTai5fC5BpGc3R2rrSW-RmuLnyDUY-eCDgkGtSJelc/s320/Savage,%20John%20%20on%20Yangtze-1944_NEW.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">John Savage (1879-1967) on the Yantzi River, 1940s: engineer/designer of dams</span> </td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2pIYFJDpYBgdQSWzKWWGgu1f3yIaLfoUQ8SEK5lv-w7F23RmF-A9NiR_9dNoGO0fhR56Cb2WGIfWwrmwcfEJTMVXn-9_zI78FwY-q_lypfgboTRxcRn7D_stKpP9eZpcD5kP3LTcYbLj-1gTMPDO4VXUuJAIPQWd7IJWg3e1HNOpbgSHx9WfAuuZW-iM/s480/Cooksville%20School%20teacher,Vietta%20Montgomery%201890.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="315" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2pIYFJDpYBgdQSWzKWWGgu1f3yIaLfoUQ8SEK5lv-w7F23RmF-A9NiR_9dNoGO0fhR56Cb2WGIfWwrmwcfEJTMVXn-9_zI78FwY-q_lypfgboTRxcRn7D_stKpP9eZpcD5kP3LTcYbLj-1gTMPDO4VXUuJAIPQWd7IJWg3e1HNOpbgSHx9WfAuuZW-iM/s320/Cooksville%20School%20teacher,Vietta%20Montgomery%201890.jpg" width="210" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A Cooksville School teacher</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4T9LluwTKDE53hPoh7_VUKmuKQ50c3tuYvMSTvC_7axKND4hqn1nldtE_tzE6oCfooYpQZCqLyxniwvrPtHyg3cPbHHInob0jEr7ZjzpMZHoFiF2Mv7PzRgxioajoj2k3pIAx0EpCSXEYx7N7beynOhrUJqxAvWcFvtbeHv_hWcZqJ6CQrhr4qJjmpI/s2562/Newell,%20Cassius%20M.%20%20(1856-1933)%20.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2004" data-original-width="2562" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4T9LluwTKDE53hPoh7_VUKmuKQ50c3tuYvMSTvC_7axKND4hqn1nldtE_tzE6oCfooYpQZCqLyxniwvrPtHyg3cPbHHInob0jEr7ZjzpMZHoFiF2Mv7PzRgxioajoj2k3pIAx0EpCSXEYx7N7beynOhrUJqxAvWcFvtbeHv_hWcZqJ6CQrhr4qJjmpI/w153-h133/Newell,%20Cassius%20M.%20%20(1856-1933)%20.jpg" width="153" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cassius Newell (1856-1933</span>}</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VSXqclofnfk4HXmOzRgACFeKNKJl3_IqBaGdB1NRIvdG1R3RVCfmQHmXU28sItzGYXL0zMWpgXmEcyWHg9tlL7iT9OvAbyIjLU6Sx1wxXwRqOKv3V5f0Gw-J7PfHPfehLwx7EmgsFNH1X4g4lX1VlzRVZcKDIFUVQY4FR2K6s9Bz80Rat7flpAMaGGw/s623/Kramer,%20Dorothy%20photo%20-2-%20c.1970%20001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="623" data-original-width="563" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VSXqclofnfk4HXmOzRgACFeKNKJl3_IqBaGdB1NRIvdG1R3RVCfmQHmXU28sItzGYXL0zMWpgXmEcyWHg9tlL7iT9OvAbyIjLU6Sx1wxXwRqOKv3V5f0Gw-J7PfHPfehLwx7EmgsFNH1X4g4lX1VlzRVZcKDIFUVQY4FR2K6s9Bz80Rat7flpAMaGGw/w194-h208/Kramer,%20Dorothy%20photo%20-2-%20c.1970%20001.jpg" width="194" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dorothy Kramer (1900-1971), artist</span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFADbb2UDzePH16_XGpDhrskJ_NFOb2F0heOHLIJZR1m-HHAcOEUgVRxVN9mFK-FrSSnuAORPmu39BHGecV3MSjq-fxQUolVRd8CKf-xdQeMnadnsAJ5XjY0wZ8NSVhyMBr5CCUmgPd5t1OoYrh2-_Go4BuF6tj4Kln9y_mThpz5qC_DGg4ZwjmmRMNIQ/s640/Wartmann,%20Bill%20and%20Joyce,%20in%20her%20studio%20c1970s%20001%20(640x450).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="640" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFADbb2UDzePH16_XGpDhrskJ_NFOb2F0heOHLIJZR1m-HHAcOEUgVRxVN9mFK-FrSSnuAORPmu39BHGecV3MSjq-fxQUolVRd8CKf-xdQeMnadnsAJ5XjY0wZ8NSVhyMBr5CCUmgPd5t1OoYrh2-_Go4BuF6tj4Kln9y_mThpz5qC_DGg4ZwjmmRMNIQ/s320/Wartmann,%20Bill%20and%20Joyce,%20in%20her%20studio%20c1970s%20001%20(640x450).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Joyce and Bill Wartmann, artists</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIq9fEswvYnjCLdyfcu0imIptchW_Mjh5ic3T_20bHrzkDAEpizxbkuRrp9SySIiEoJ7rpXbmzigFiu6BZRR9vblcJhy6k5dZt7mKyOjFk9rO5uIlR0QBrv-bydiz7fhVvqOyjlMTrF_UoOKNFWGCW0XOk4VUh7GZleuUS8TmHViXDeebSbWYCUQNazc8/s640/John%20&%20Shirley%20(640x416).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="416" data-original-width="640" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIq9fEswvYnjCLdyfcu0imIptchW_Mjh5ic3T_20bHrzkDAEpizxbkuRrp9SySIiEoJ7rpXbmzigFiu6BZRR9vblcJhy6k5dZt7mKyOjFk9rO5uIlR0QBrv-bydiz7fhVvqOyjlMTrF_UoOKNFWGCW0XOk4VUh7GZleuUS8TmHViXDeebSbWYCUQNazc8/s320/John%20&%20Shirley%20(640x416).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Shirley and John Wilde, artists</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIq9fEswvYnjCLdyfcu0imIptchW_Mjh5ic3T_20bHrzkDAEpizxbkuRrp9SySIiEoJ7rpXbmzigFiu6BZRR9vblcJhy6k5dZt7mKyOjFk9rO5uIlR0QBrv-bydiz7fhVvqOyjlMTrF_UoOKNFWGCW0XOk4VUh7GZleuUS8TmHViXDeebSbWYCUQNazc8/s640/John%20&%20Shirley%20(640x416).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;">Donations of photographs or other items to the Archives are always welcomed by the Historic Cooksville Trust. Contact Larry Reed (608) 873-5066.</span><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> * * * </span></div></blockquote>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-44154705979302488502023-04-10T11:39:00.007-05:002023-04-16T20:36:57.847-05:00DANIEL WEBSTER ‘S PORTRAIT DONATED TO COOKVILLE’S HISTORY COLLECTION<span style="font-size: large;">A print of the famous early 19th century Senator, Daniel Webster (1782-1852), has recently been donated to the Village of Cooksville’s growing collection of portraits of people from the past.</span><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PM3uPDTHAprPyfReqBgYgtj1Ru_nUQB5PE4a3BGin0ZkBAOq8q2wHSN8hfeS7k17nil9-pbXIOLrEKYkUQ8eZX0GTfFEGgA5kB1RzGvHS4gdCKpW2VcbEJCCafcJeJ2xgcvwu9suFskgxYjDnbCDO0DUcYJA-0YcGMF44sGFHTjTutrzujQXYc9A/s3264/Daniel%20Webster%20040823%20-20230408_081659_01.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><i><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5PM3uPDTHAprPyfReqBgYgtj1Ru_nUQB5PE4a3BGin0ZkBAOq8q2wHSN8hfeS7k17nil9-pbXIOLrEKYkUQ8eZX0GTfFEGgA5kB1RzGvHS4gdCKpW2VcbEJCCafcJeJ2xgcvwu9suFskgxYjDnbCDO0DUcYJA-0YcGMF44sGFHTjTutrzujQXYc9A/w364-h444/Daniel%20Webster%20040823%20-20230408_081659_01.jpg" width="364" /></i></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Daniel Webster (1782-1852)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: large;">The portrait of the famous Senator Webster was donated by Kathryn Howarth Ryan who had purchased the print in Washington, D.C. and who had hung it in her home, in the historic Duncan House on Webster Street (of course) in the Village of Cooksville where she lived for a number of years.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Senator Webster of Massachusetts had an important early connection to the Village of Cooksville and the Town of Porter, as well as nearby Dane County. He had purchased about 1200 acres of land from the U.S. Government when it first went on sale in 1837, and eventually he sold it to his friends, the Porters in Massachusetts and to various other early settlers. </span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Some other people, portrayed artistically in paint, plaster or print, are now in the Village’s collections, but not all were personally connected to Cooksville. However, they are an indication of the interest in cultural and historic figures that early settlers had. Here are some of these from the Village collection.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDxYnjp8LG57OWz7p_X5V9VTkHqRb6EnXeZSRjbWdJ_W_qkdjuzgBxMZ6dcL8uVAK7yTN_WKw5dRVh2LVgrn47bi6Pg5Qyx-l5q2AyH2-nwVARp-PYDATyCKL-vQ04K9CR_SedA7pQ4TKO-rfajXSHq2llgl94ht5yeOfBC8D_6RBDg2KZ_uk9d82m" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="362" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiDxYnjp8LG57OWz7p_X5V9VTkHqRb6EnXeZSRjbWdJ_W_qkdjuzgBxMZ6dcL8uVAK7yTN_WKw5dRVh2LVgrn47bi6Pg5Qyx-l5q2AyH2-nwVARp-PYDATyCKL-vQ04K9CR_SedA7pQ4TKO-rfajXSHq2llgl94ht5yeOfBC8D_6RBDg2KZ_uk9d82m" width="217" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>John Milton (1608-1674)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUFLRTdVx0bMYPl_aBkKt4PD9Cvc9-cMrrL9cmNLR8JwrRq3CTCh5IdaBy2wvCtZ40IBtm_nIHVzX8bGVYJJiwQ5bOQ61ywUIKwylLfJ8SD8rACi3wtSPc4qlN2FBGziysxyzBFh-rLg8sX5EvN2uLRpxCzHGqgXiUtTX19PA2NQVmF0TyEjqUhN96/s2940/William%20Shakespeare%20bust%20-%201%20.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2940" data-original-width="1880" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUFLRTdVx0bMYPl_aBkKt4PD9Cvc9-cMrrL9cmNLR8JwrRq3CTCh5IdaBy2wvCtZ40IBtm_nIHVzX8bGVYJJiwQ5bOQ61ywUIKwylLfJ8SD8rACi3wtSPc4qlN2FBGziysxyzBFh-rLg8sX5EvN2uLRpxCzHGqgXiUtTX19PA2NQVmF0TyEjqUhN96/w205-h320/William%20Shakespeare%20bust%20-%201%20.jpg" width="205" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>William Shakespeare (1564-1616)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2rU70FS5RVVt4qiuDOWoW2wRxPIQiQ9zCbUQoHB433N8RuByDXCDHfvDV9RNXAXaYT1Cnpb9IL1PNaA_vxSAh5qzbIYZpVxsny7CX2whKzlwSdAUVh1v9wfCc40m0I7oTR2naoEVt4Q2W2rUgPIxgVC0NVx2URsLSpQd3aYkpstoPsQSImApMdBW2/s3264/Henry%20Longfellow%20bust%201%2020230330_085321_01%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2rU70FS5RVVt4qiuDOWoW2wRxPIQiQ9zCbUQoHB433N8RuByDXCDHfvDV9RNXAXaYT1Cnpb9IL1PNaA_vxSAh5qzbIYZpVxsny7CX2whKzlwSdAUVh1v9wfCc40m0I7oTR2naoEVt4Q2W2rUgPIxgVC0NVx2URsLSpQd3aYkpstoPsQSImApMdBW2/s320/Henry%20Longfellow%20bust%201%2020230330_085321_01%20(1).jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Henry Longfellow (1807-1882)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJzPgWI9RBVJ_4NcC8u3p1nxdJXTld8gJvJsKQlXeAZIrBUlu3apQDOJEgFpVJHcJV9VeBcsuWYPetRWvw315OE9XBqZNbgke7z6-K9jSpIAqZXyLQu4ZTazJDbxfN0PqAyiqT9wQYfKsS7n6Xtt64fDT_2ZM5VlV26MRm5h4ZTiLOy3XPMCL5_MB/s3010/George%20Washington%20painting%20sword%2020230329_092237.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3010" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTJzPgWI9RBVJ_4NcC8u3p1nxdJXTld8gJvJsKQlXeAZIrBUlu3apQDOJEgFpVJHcJV9VeBcsuWYPetRWvw315OE9XBqZNbgke7z6-K9jSpIAqZXyLQu4ZTazJDbxfN0PqAyiqT9wQYfKsS7n6Xtt64fDT_2ZM5VlV26MRm5h4ZTiLOy3XPMCL5_MB/s320/George%20Washington%20painting%20sword%2020230329_092237.jpg" width="319" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>George Washington (right) (1732-1799)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz0tFm35vRC35bQ-ZMiD5pOzj62CJgbvLFyaOIx7TvvEu3BZahVV7L1iU0RqNkzN15TQ3vhurIc6cQgxvWYQD_B8K8AZOKzh_KTQmzZdNaC3uYV58HxLnSAITYYWLfYfOaCBEL7T8cxmaHiHpeozyT_ybtrEQCl6SDMwgfcM11jxaQeO-OlBj1sfTc/s2740/Washington%20family%20print%202023%20.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2514" data-original-width="2740" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz0tFm35vRC35bQ-ZMiD5pOzj62CJgbvLFyaOIx7TvvEu3BZahVV7L1iU0RqNkzN15TQ3vhurIc6cQgxvWYQD_B8K8AZOKzh_KTQmzZdNaC3uYV58HxLnSAITYYWLfYfOaCBEL7T8cxmaHiHpeozyT_ybtrEQCl6SDMwgfcM11jxaQeO-OlBj1sfTc/s320/Washington%20family%20print%202023%20.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>George Washington family print (1792)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1ycz3bCd8qoRAb082EhUxwKn1leCQYz3snd58hbPQ2QqOaHAZVOgyOKqjQc86-hojsU2PfLkqrwjqU4odqAsi_jAUJlTyZWoqE6_L82ooaZMRvSuh8EyLouXlCSdYNSODl9aDbtKN25LzUdCY4q6Van1QO1XOiAcLIes8sQ_KyYOgXcNq0RptBRr/s3030/Andrew%20Jackson%20print%202023%20.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3030" data-original-width="2422" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1ycz3bCd8qoRAb082EhUxwKn1leCQYz3snd58hbPQ2QqOaHAZVOgyOKqjQc86-hojsU2PfLkqrwjqU4odqAsi_jAUJlTyZWoqE6_L82ooaZMRvSuh8EyLouXlCSdYNSODl9aDbtKN25LzUdCY4q6Van1QO1XOiAcLIes8sQ_KyYOgXcNq0RptBRr/s320/Andrew%20Jackson%20print%202023%20.png" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Andrew Jackson (1767-1845)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><br /></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p><br /></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3aXEbW9w5mV87hTvjqj08t6jyq7W1_BcPzWMbfpvWHzTW7fAGmYHBt3nxVVofeye8rzegHEOPGpeCtRB8usfQkihOaIHWDaCfczeWL3VNBXQXYhX03MTIHZuM1P3TPev1DS4fWz6kF5vQxjuNN9ygqSL1DMdsnD3ieE8zsMoq_kYvl_LsdByFGgh/s2304/Henry%20Clay%20painting%202023%20%20100_1544.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="1728" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3aXEbW9w5mV87hTvjqj08t6jyq7W1_BcPzWMbfpvWHzTW7fAGmYHBt3nxVVofeye8rzegHEOPGpeCtRB8usfQkihOaIHWDaCfczeWL3VNBXQXYhX03MTIHZuM1P3TPev1DS4fWz6kF5vQxjuNN9ygqSL1DMdsnD3ieE8zsMoq_kYvl_LsdByFGgh/s320/Henry%20Clay%20painting%202023%20%20100_1544.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Henry Clay (1777-1852)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Here are a few artistic images of more recent people</span><span> </span><span>related to Cooksville that are </span><span>in the collection:</span></span></p><p> </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5UWOFhahM_sBv7BOaHIyjc3r638S1xJ3xra47XqDYx60tYAfNGQW7kEjW4MMzm0xksqXfLxSCgWSzBjx-kvHB8v-b5DgbREmz5H-DY6-hGWc_uDvQ6fp7yOH3YoZxUS-TAstuY85mmVZFoy9Zi78yI28_ho6wQzIL-C0GIw1wp_V8l48otCnuVUd/s4000/Porter%20Ann%20Eliza%20Bacon%201821-1890%20photo%20of%20%20drawing,%20chalk%20portrait%20c.20230407_093546.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><b><i><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5UWOFhahM_sBv7BOaHIyjc3r638S1xJ3xra47XqDYx60tYAfNGQW7kEjW4MMzm0xksqXfLxSCgWSzBjx-kvHB8v-b5DgbREmz5H-DY6-hGWc_uDvQ6fp7yOH3YoZxUS-TAstuY85mmVZFoy9Zi78yI28_ho6wQzIL-C0GIw1wp_V8l48otCnuVUd/s320/Porter%20Ann%20Eliza%20Bacon%201821-1890%20photo%20of%20%20drawing,%20chalk%20portrait%20c.20230407_093546.jpg" width="240" /></i></b></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Ann Eliza Porter (1821-1890)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i> </i></b></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aM4k-Krew_-m27J3vCxSrcDcaUei_6GjZLgSqZm75WhBcq6RWnFzefx4yqAqR-Zhj_gIe8FlZHQOIRs0lbFxsdrUM73heyEhkSBVARnNWHfePKsZDWkSYd8ptKrBzsJEj3kRLerbJ1r7vtC83J_6PKiPV_6oPoW05mhuQjHSOaGbn6BLv3hVatEP/s3812/Ralph%20Warner%20plaster%20image%20photo%20-11-20230404_152439.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3812" data-original-width="2859" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aM4k-Krew_-m27J3vCxSrcDcaUei_6GjZLgSqZm75WhBcq6RWnFzefx4yqAqR-Zhj_gIe8FlZHQOIRs0lbFxsdrUM73heyEhkSBVARnNWHfePKsZDWkSYd8ptKrBzsJEj3kRLerbJ1r7vtC83J_6PKiPV_6oPoW05mhuQjHSOaGbn6BLv3hVatEP/s320/Ralph%20Warner%20plaster%20image%20photo%20-11-20230404_152439.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Ralph Warner (1875-1941)</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpxo9Z_xuBKPblap5zmYkC36XkN2C0zqaYBVhVJI-UcyURtua84LVrTEdqEbfRCmwJTpFgMqPvK3CsBiLbm-jqwz0wptbv449wCxoUTWXef2g36vZs1ojraFvyqpCcNmpCVyLhccqq8KUmu5Hm95jGn-8it9cLhnJsMQWg5EDko7M8aiKkmavETEP/s3351/John%20Wilde%20WILDEWORLD%20II%20.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2389" data-original-width="3351" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIpxo9Z_xuBKPblap5zmYkC36XkN2C0zqaYBVhVJI-UcyURtua84LVrTEdqEbfRCmwJTpFgMqPvK3CsBiLbm-jqwz0wptbv449wCxoUTWXef2g36vZs1ojraFvyqpCcNmpCVyLhccqq8KUmu5Hm95jGn-8it9cLhnJsMQWg5EDko7M8aiKkmavETEP/w400-h285/John%20Wilde%20WILDEWORLD%20II%20.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>John Wilde (1919-2006) in his "WildeWorld II" print</i></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Larry Reed, Cooksville</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-68685765485363353302023-01-25T15:44:00.001-06:002023-01-28T10:10:47.312-06:00PEOPLE FROM COOKSVILE’S PAST: EARLY PHOTOGRAPHS<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Many people
from the Village of Cooksville’s past---from the 19</span><sup>th</sup><span>, 20</span><sup>th</sup><span>,
and the early 21</span><sup>st</sup><span> centuries---appear in old photographs
and in some painted portraits in the Cooksville Archives. There they can
be seen today, although they have passed on.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHg_1zBJO8mh0LD9q1BHrQ5TVj2g7_EnbA72j5Wx7T3JYojnguumh6NNvtpmMCITEqNuE6gP2TpTvvHY84qDxlj1nyRu20KNMTEwTZitO8p63dmvTRXsZrIpJ30tfyLQIT5s0KOfWMcrs263bIy_UBb3mn9PYf-gAqTvon8wjEzKNQEnr8sv-AMWHX/s640/Electa%20Johnson-L.%20Rowley%20famil%20phoo%20album%20-%20Rowley,%20wife%20(640x405).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="405" data-original-width="640" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHg_1zBJO8mh0LD9q1BHrQ5TVj2g7_EnbA72j5Wx7T3JYojnguumh6NNvtpmMCITEqNuE6gP2TpTvvHY84qDxlj1nyRu20KNMTEwTZitO8p63dmvTRXsZrIpJ30tfyLQIT5s0KOfWMcrs263bIy_UBb3mn9PYf-gAqTvon8wjEzKNQEnr8sv-AMWHX/s320/Electa%20Johnson-L.%20Rowley%20famil%20phoo%20album%20-%20Rowley,%20wife%20(640x405).jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Electa Johnson and L. Rowley in a family album</i></b>.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span> </span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtYLMRAKaWm84MBlWTpVXo8T8E_cl1TPa4e5mf__SM6UiFRAIoqzONL1qTnfNCGAcw56IQvJgLbOfi4oqrM2u1layEEdb7MkIqyvRjy_CQlGJ6dHUjYiW_qFykALR42bFZb2FBI0OTd5vsnI8INOA7egmfBN7YhqS3DMpOSUJ64v9053iIte0axvOb/s1610/Porter,%20William%20-c1860%20%20tintype%20portrait%20IMG.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1610" data-original-width="1239" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtYLMRAKaWm84MBlWTpVXo8T8E_cl1TPa4e5mf__SM6UiFRAIoqzONL1qTnfNCGAcw56IQvJgLbOfi4oqrM2u1layEEdb7MkIqyvRjy_CQlGJ6dHUjYiW_qFykALR42bFZb2FBI0OTd5vsnI8INOA7egmfBN7YhqS3DMpOSUJ64v9053iIte0axvOb/s320/Porter,%20William%20-c1860%20%20tintype%20portrait%20IMG.jpg" width="246" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>William Porter c.1860</i></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHnuejn3_jJjyciYKbKdr5n0h1M9E5Y7yAN0wclBhCwfjG1oFCS4g9qc2Rlip6epnA5kZEvwFpZm0WrFn6ZObP0FM8vLQT2YZEyuZfbIaJQdtloJGYVL8K5oEHeQfu1uokVbjLVLtlJ1ZT9vab2h-8olWxGHpkZiFmI0AIm-2rixhTKVbFHbgfnhi/s1660/Tintype%20photo%202%20boys%20c.1860%20001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1660" data-original-width="1296" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyHnuejn3_jJjyciYKbKdr5n0h1M9E5Y7yAN0wclBhCwfjG1oFCS4g9qc2Rlip6epnA5kZEvwFpZm0WrFn6ZObP0FM8vLQT2YZEyuZfbIaJQdtloJGYVL8K5oEHeQfu1uokVbjLVLtlJ1ZT9vab2h-8olWxGHpkZiFmI0AIm-2rixhTKVbFHbgfnhi/s320/Tintype%20photo%202%20boys%20c.1860%20001.jpg" width="250" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Two boys, tintype (unlabeled)</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKWyaCLGE_Gw6HAb53yGiWvZJOqw2zaTtKupudK_dSf2nd9yJNInLbRDLHtsR0uNNR9_shFfwSzafILsjKnwNgaeRnl0EadzV8UK2F4AI61EIedtlPAcFpw1z3SbnE0z-fo6mY_WsThmp-2d45nkegLaDQtHJ-P5P-QnJrwbqqf1LdAywL2DkPMwSW/s1070/New%20Dresses%20Tintype%20JPG.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1070" data-original-width="702" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKWyaCLGE_Gw6HAb53yGiWvZJOqw2zaTtKupudK_dSf2nd9yJNInLbRDLHtsR0uNNR9_shFfwSzafILsjKnwNgaeRnl0EadzV8UK2F4AI61EIedtlPAcFpw1z3SbnE0z-fo6mY_WsThmp-2d45nkegLaDQtHJ-P5P-QnJrwbqqf1LdAywL2DkPMwSW/s320/New%20Dresses%20Tintype%20JPG.JPG" width="210" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">New dresses (unlabeled)</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Some of the
earliest settlers in the 1840s village, or in the surrounding Town of Porter, sat
for portraits by Louis Daguerre’s 1837 invention of photography and later posed
for portraits by the improved photographic techniques—glass ambrotypes and iron
tintypes developed in the 19</span><sup>th</sup><span> century.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRrFDU0xh5ht88vIFrpSHWzn8bdBt9okfyxiPAT1YnRHIOs28haZjFJcjm1Sn5daKKBrHDKyXcY2k6p5IDunpIAnn9UH8hnCR8ykCqKLRkHPN16shiBAIizTB_YQTTHCuVaj-rOfHt5zJeghHNhz100Oa1R0Fm8NfXMptsohzTEouKWpZeXc-fVf4/s2456/Civil%20War%20album%20officer%20prints%20001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1616" data-original-width="2456" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTRrFDU0xh5ht88vIFrpSHWzn8bdBt9okfyxiPAT1YnRHIOs28haZjFJcjm1Sn5daKKBrHDKyXcY2k6p5IDunpIAnn9UH8hnCR8ykCqKLRkHPN16shiBAIizTB_YQTTHCuVaj-rOfHt5zJeghHNhz100Oa1R0Fm8NfXMptsohzTEouKWpZeXc-fVf4/w400-h264/Civil%20War%20album%20officer%20prints%20001.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">"Leut. Hoyt" and unknown, 1st Regiment<br />of the Wisconsin Heavy </span></i></b><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Artillery, album</i></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>About 250 of these early 19</span><sup>th</sup><span> century metal, glass, tintypes and treated paper photographs are in the Archives.</span></span></p><div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Unfortunately, a number of the people in the older photographs are not identified: no names are written on the old albums’ pages or on the backsides of many of the more modern photos.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here are more of those portraits of people from Cooksville’s past:</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKnPxHpUk40yk5bi6Q8SVF3k2PJ0Hq1IjAKXQgyKvX52QMBagn45sUN1RLm1eX1YjgDKjIk_oPMalU5Ly73QWiWoaPoSW0-yy7_AM4QUqydV5L0TwLeVKw96NI4VjN-dt3Kyio1hBkHBJN9p4N7rRvZfF85CUZgEyBW1h7zZabXsWEslZqoKnAmu8z/s1904/Millie%20Leedle%20Osborn%20(187%20-%20)%20001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1904" data-original-width="1241" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKnPxHpUk40yk5bi6Q8SVF3k2PJ0Hq1IjAKXQgyKvX52QMBagn45sUN1RLm1eX1YjgDKjIk_oPMalU5Ly73QWiWoaPoSW0-yy7_AM4QUqydV5L0TwLeVKw96NI4VjN-dt3Kyio1hBkHBJN9p4N7rRvZfF85CUZgEyBW1h7zZabXsWEslZqoKnAmu8z/s320/Millie%20Leedle%20Osborn%20(187%20-%20)%20001.jpg" width="209" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Millie Leedle Osborn</span></b></i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBr1MlROATL4hKwsH9JoB-QjpDqU_yhPFLqOyMaC5uFOmD--QtNb0iwOqTNa69RJJEkWY9VdJImqqTodGYz6ruNNlh20sb3g82yMEqhKGgWLOSVsjrnzFM_qbAPVFkFBb5UJi2QipIOhh9cY2SjhJRojAN7SCOQiHQCUR16uXiChXGdO72kY6fxOPF/s3264/Phebe%20Rebecca_%20Porter%20portrait%2001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBr1MlROATL4hKwsH9JoB-QjpDqU_yhPFLqOyMaC5uFOmD--QtNb0iwOqTNa69RJJEkWY9VdJImqqTodGYz6ruNNlh20sb3g82yMEqhKGgWLOSVsjrnzFM_qbAPVFkFBb5UJi2QipIOhh9cY2SjhJRojAN7SCOQiHQCUR16uXiChXGdO72kY6fxOPF/s320/Phebe%20Rebecca_%20Porter%20portrait%2001.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Phebe Rebeeca Porter (1824-1854), in a painting</span></b></i></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Modern photos are in the Cooksville Archives as well.</span><br /><br /><h4 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div></h4>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-vC1oUiWCNbCFN5NUg1V8lsghjNtzS208iTElZI3ljkhw32u61gypfZrYHRkv33Ph_KKsxeKjjIp0W4H49FJqK8f1XSjOtl4fsOgMFETgOttcmnD-q82MnaKvd7sRb2t9Ihrn2MSjW820dlRff7M3DGmiUH4H_uXGs8AbTFeWtzSpSHwk3-W4m7d/s3000/Ralph%20Warner%20On%20Lawn-%2016Sept1920.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="2556" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-vC1oUiWCNbCFN5NUg1V8lsghjNtzS208iTElZI3ljkhw32u61gypfZrYHRkv33Ph_KKsxeKjjIp0W4H49FJqK8f1XSjOtl4fsOgMFETgOttcmnD-q82MnaKvd7sRb2t9Ihrn2MSjW820dlRff7M3DGmiUH4H_uXGs8AbTFeWtzSpSHwk3-W4m7d/s320/Ralph%20Warner%20On%20Lawn-%2016Sept1920.jpg" width="273" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Ralph Warner (1875-1941)</i></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><br /></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNot-fU1vvmYzDUWY6VMKmyWOxLitH0yBBMp1IWf7fcyYyp_nL1sc-YfqDns_AJk6IBvSL_n_77IL4Sn3WI1d7JpafjIkSLA4wvUt1q6JoX--tmPqtLiOM1EBkYhZPUPrif4IsHdE1Jz7xTlfDFsKpkC0_psazWLV8mo8RQ5OVHP2r_lmrxgOecRn/s2665/Raney,%20Marvin%20-%20at%20desk,%20shop%20c1970s_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2013" data-original-width="2665" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNot-fU1vvmYzDUWY6VMKmyWOxLitH0yBBMp1IWf7fcyYyp_nL1sc-YfqDns_AJk6IBvSL_n_77IL4Sn3WI1d7JpafjIkSLA4wvUt1q6JoX--tmPqtLiOM1EBkYhZPUPrif4IsHdE1Jz7xTlfDFsKpkC0_psazWLV8mo8RQ5OVHP2r_lmrxgOecRn/s320/Raney,%20Marvin%20-%20at%20desk,%20shop%20c1970s_NEW.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>E. Marvin Raney (1918-1980)</i></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><o:p></o:p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZoSXdPj09HMd4Sqr0bkTna8UP6jZ0jMQ9IONzx1TuhtBoWdu7JOOlvQ8JXcFZrZUlyfbrN3UD3Rr5J-skrs331whBbEIVTQs57kxXF-vOdyBGWA0baJkNuJ36qn17GRYr5hf_do_j2iZ0i9QfIXj19AXxP6XRqspZvbVvUcNuY0dytu2vo2GLHhc/s640/Holway,%20Chester%20photo%20c.1930s%20001%20(640x638).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="640" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZZoSXdPj09HMd4Sqr0bkTna8UP6jZ0jMQ9IONzx1TuhtBoWdu7JOOlvQ8JXcFZrZUlyfbrN3UD3Rr5J-skrs331whBbEIVTQs57kxXF-vOdyBGWA0baJkNuJ36qn17GRYr5hf_do_j2iZ0i9QfIXj19AXxP6XRqspZvbVvUcNuY0dytu2vo2GLHhc/s320/Holway,%20Chester%20photo%20c.1930s%20001%20(640x638).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Chester Holway (1908-1986)</i></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRVZPGlZQRSJYVszQL_LAzrj1UzZUHUwOnTTLYR7qWDOpGR10EJ0kzNlapIFttxQhKJcR0nwUxuK_VcIUVRmkH7P7fHsH65WuGr11glWwt9v-B9vHH8ASzKPXJMNJBK20k9jsCFi3pgaNAeACSwUtD208miEN2KwKLWRMgkr9dy_GhSnozDwqh4A_/s1600/Michael%20J.%20Saternus%20photo%201976.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1254" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzRVZPGlZQRSJYVszQL_LAzrj1UzZUHUwOnTTLYR7qWDOpGR10EJ0kzNlapIFttxQhKJcR0nwUxuK_VcIUVRmkH7P7fHsH65WuGr11glWwt9v-B9vHH8ASzKPXJMNJBK20k9jsCFi3pgaNAeACSwUtD208miEN2KwKLWRMgkr9dy_GhSnozDwqh4A_/s320/Michael%20J.%20Saternus%20photo%201976.jpg" width="251" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Michael Saternus (1936-1990)</i></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yQPF2OrfFcGRSNDpvpF70Nv_PhmebSAglXkrzSyNl740WvWNOLAlRoyaOYAlGpVLM_rUdkqsNPIVyvCl2948hkE6xdJbWKJJyEWlnGtPooyDbJt72Fv9yXMUm618DskTaetH_ruJu0anFe-e-hmd2C5K23fBW09SQFXTFMlAmJodduiVZYDSDuvI/s1460/Hank%20Bova,%20Maurice%20Gras%20photo%20c.%201980%20ps0010.bmp" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1460" data-original-width="1040" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yQPF2OrfFcGRSNDpvpF70Nv_PhmebSAglXkrzSyNl740WvWNOLAlRoyaOYAlGpVLM_rUdkqsNPIVyvCl2948hkE6xdJbWKJJyEWlnGtPooyDbJt72Fv9yXMUm618DskTaetH_ruJu0anFe-e-hmd2C5K23fBW09SQFXTFMlAmJodduiVZYDSDuvI/s320/Hank%20Bova,%20Maurice%20Gras%20photo%20c.%201980%20ps0010.bmp" width="228" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><b style="font-size: large;"><i>Hank Bova (1936-2013) and Maurice Gras (1928-2003)</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiASydVZjF4rZ7j04PYfdceCF2GpVal_A2Ne8oLk-vPBtdV_QTABUiudJxrKP8Dwp-XyzRRNZPBrciLoo4PGYGXFp0FscH5NuA-AH4oA73lA79FbkAwkOLn-ZcfzlSHrGXdQUbdA51qH9Ftuwob6E8AWhK2urP910buQSuXkYFzq8RTsc8ivzMy6A0-/s882/Julseth,%20Eddie%20%20photo%20undated%20eddie.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="882" data-original-width="608" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiASydVZjF4rZ7j04PYfdceCF2GpVal_A2Ne8oLk-vPBtdV_QTABUiudJxrKP8Dwp-XyzRRNZPBrciLoo4PGYGXFp0FscH5NuA-AH4oA73lA79FbkAwkOLn-ZcfzlSHrGXdQUbdA51qH9Ftuwob6E8AWhK2urP910buQSuXkYFzq8RTsc8ivzMy6A0-/s320/Julseth,%20Eddie%20%20photo%20undated%20eddie.jpeg" width="221" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Eddie Julseth (1915-2011)</i></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhxNo9EJydTet55GINmSw2--ZsM6MF2w_xXrQ7Cf62dLg2PjNaKiCPUzPOs6Zn0sDpkhcS6AaXq52CN5NIH4UXySh3D9cl_K7AXCPVbtXepPFkvjHfCZhbWa24-HLH0HYLIJ5s4fZoysa4IgS4elgOEzEwJm_LVRUOzxrdCmSRsljkTqUpD9WriypU/s2560/KARL%20WOLTER%20in%20woods%20w%20cane.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1920" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhxNo9EJydTet55GINmSw2--ZsM6MF2w_xXrQ7Cf62dLg2PjNaKiCPUzPOs6Zn0sDpkhcS6AaXq52CN5NIH4UXySh3D9cl_K7AXCPVbtXepPFkvjHfCZhbWa24-HLH0HYLIJ5s4fZoysa4IgS4elgOEzEwJm_LVRUOzxrdCmSRsljkTqUpD9WriypU/s320/KARL%20WOLTER%20in%20woods%20w%20cane.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Karl Wolter (1930-2021)</i></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Other
photographs—old or new, people or places— related to the Village of Cooksville
or the Town of Porter are always welcome. Contact the Historic Cooksville
Trust at (608) 873-5066.</span></div>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-57317269307310311442022-11-25T17:24:00.033-06:002022-11-25T20:56:09.634-06:00The Historic Cooksville Trust Seeks Funds for the Cooksville Archives and Collections Project <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The Historic Cooksville Trust,
Inc., is seeking funds to continue its “Cooksville Archives and Collections
Project” in the basement “parlor” of the historic Cooksville Congregational
Church (built in1879), which it now owns. <o:p></o:p></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQiF1TnbyeMA2OKwpxm5lSnDz4L6oidPKem4Osuo0aYipDztuzAw6ev8Cr8X-dxBj2aOBVOz-f1WjZlsT-__F8n1ZAJAEdYYGTgkj67K4-Sh4iaXP6rV05mXNr0BPAROXCgixsji0FSlQhvcl63lyx35Zlr6duLyBYYmoq7Y612tRnfjv8p2XL_Li/s1943/Church%20project%20mason%20painter%202020.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="1405" data-original-width="1943" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBQiF1TnbyeMA2OKwpxm5lSnDz4L6oidPKem4Osuo0aYipDztuzAw6ev8Cr8X-dxBj2aOBVOz-f1WjZlsT-__F8n1ZAJAEdYYGTgkj67K4-Sh4iaXP6rV05mXNr0BPAROXCgixsji0FSlQhvcl63lyx35Zlr6duLyBYYmoq7Y612tRnfjv8p2XL_Li/s320/Church%20project%20mason%20painter%202020.JPG" width="320" /></b></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>The Cooksville Congregational Church Archives/Collections Project is underway.</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The Historic Cooksville
Trust (HCT), a non-profit IRS 501 (c)(3)
charitable organization was established in 1999 and assists the </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">preservation</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> and
conservation of the historical heritage of Cooksville and the surrounding Town of Porter in Rock County. Projects in the past have included the
preservation of important historic buildings and sites, as well as various
educational programs and the "Welcome to Historic Cooksville" highway signs.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">This major Church project
has begun but recent inflation has greatly increased the costs, so
additional funds are needed for this undertaking, as well as for assisting
other future preservation projects in the historic village. (HCT has financially
assisted about 20 other projects in the past.)</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiK1TGDPS8Q5X6qYOqb3Ezz39DqS3Y2Bb2PvDOzf9uWxj94moyXbc-P743JGrUz57IQzNPRhkpYG7pFD-obCuJykJHTUt_Euaf7vqeHzGSkkZKNMYqgy8qc_fPZgslPg68IyvU5agS228LY5X7D664or9eBdob0c61T47jxeOhWsk9DbM3bQZoLQ87n" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="240" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiK1TGDPS8Q5X6qYOqb3Ezz39DqS3Y2Bb2PvDOzf9uWxj94moyXbc-P743JGrUz57IQzNPRhkpYG7pFD-obCuJykJHTUt_Euaf7vqeHzGSkkZKNMYqgy8qc_fPZgslPg68IyvU5agS228LY5X7D664or9eBdob0c61T47jxeOhWsk9DbM3bQZoLQ87n" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>"The Little Brown Church on the Corner"</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Over the years the HCT,
has been donated and has collected materials and objects related to the
history of Cooksville and the Town of Porter. The new Archives and Collections
Center Project is an essential undertaking to preserve and maintain the
collections for the future. </span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpCAE9r2xiTseAd8awja3uiPewSZ0THe2lEHNYCogxLIer_A9g3_u6lM7NSSuIwin4nfJEhq-guFQpIVBRzdMLAGtm7ypYpEIiubYg-pUbLEjrAov-0mOAVKHPf2-y3ZlB_jF8TeCWgIwJ9YC-BNgehQFoNBcDti9oie8DBriWjEuGRI5xQYoRDQZ/s3500/Church%20basement%20Archives,%20etc.,%20plan%20001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3500" data-original-width="2408" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpCAE9r2xiTseAd8awja3uiPewSZ0THe2lEHNYCogxLIer_A9g3_u6lM7NSSuIwin4nfJEhq-guFQpIVBRzdMLAGtm7ypYpEIiubYg-pUbLEjrAov-0mOAVKHPf2-y3ZlB_jF8TeCWgIwJ9YC-BNgehQFoNBcDti9oie8DBriWjEuGRI5xQYoRDQZ/s320/Church%20basement%20Archives,%20etc.,%20plan%20001.jpg" width="220" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>The Church basement Archives/Collections plan.</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Visitors, researchers, residents, and groups will be able to utilize the Archives and Collections Center in the Church
basement. Of course, the existing upper nave or auditorium of the Church will continue
to be available for various ceremonies, musical programs and public events.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmd8YrdUyOirlNfimEyRAp1EARlX-VRFXa62ejSFc3NpVekI81kZobV-l-k0YSZh_Iio6dTo1xTP5KSvijfulxRLYfmNmlc2rBZSMa3we1i2kEn3HQMN1S55JLuexieiLQIYgXhRNlX2XV5U8lu1b8U3SokNxzcfSUWaEh7nfi4HNq1uHhAp4lz4yl" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="294" data-original-width="320" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjmd8YrdUyOirlNfimEyRAp1EARlX-VRFXa62ejSFc3NpVekI81kZobV-l-k0YSZh_Iio6dTo1xTP5KSvijfulxRLYfmNmlc2rBZSMa3we1i2kEn3HQMN1S55JLuexieiLQIYgXhRNlX2XV5U8lu1b8U3SokNxzcfSUWaEh7nfi4HNq1uHhAp4lz4yl" width="261" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">The Church as the Town Hall, c.1950s</span></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">In the past, the historic Church served the community for church services, social events, lectures, and
club meetings. Then in the 1940s-1960s, the Church became the Porter Town Hall, after which it was sold in 1971, and once again began serving as a venue for weddings, ceremonies and musical performances. </span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Now the renovation of the landmark Church and the use of
the basement as the new Archives and Collections Center will expand its purpose
in the community.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The Village of Cooksville,
established in 1842, has been recognized as a special, well-preserved historic
community for the past 180 years. The Cooksville Historic District is listed in
the National Register of Historic Places and the Wisconsin Register of Historic
Places and is also designated a Historic Conservation District by the Town of
Porter in which Cooksville is located. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpTl7epRGZfRouar5LNcZPA2Wy4np9xhQWHDvnlaTUkEtzr1An4WCBS6kXyFLpShv330QMh5HQD5-gunlWMalL6HDNpUGPPYoIlTaL3T_Uve9V2stXsmp1_bzvubPNa5XzRJiZM3EGiwNns8_HlmNNI7NdNr7pshgvlottvAWz39IinL6sKpEEndn/s640/HCT%20ARCHIVES%20COLLAGE%20brochures%202020%20(623x640).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="623" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpTl7epRGZfRouar5LNcZPA2Wy4np9xhQWHDvnlaTUkEtzr1An4WCBS6kXyFLpShv330QMh5HQD5-gunlWMalL6HDNpUGPPYoIlTaL3T_Uve9V2stXsmp1_bzvubPNa5XzRJiZM3EGiwNns8_HlmNNI7NdNr7pshgvlottvAWz39IinL6sKpEEndn/s320/HCT%20ARCHIVES%20COLLAGE%20brochures%202020%20(623x640).jpg" width="312" /></a></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Donations to fund the Church
renovation project, as well as future projects, can be made to Historic Cooksville
Trust, Mary Zimmerman, Treasurer, 10706 N. Tolles Rd., Evansville, WI
53536.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Questions can be addressed to Mary
at (608) 628-8567 or to Larry Reed at (608) 873-5066. Donations are income tax deductible.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Thanks!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtoAKL3iHWWTn59OhrKzSO-UwtnSGoKpQY0C_ZoIrAoYkoF7dFsBLYYa-75Cx19NjSmRnYy1p6_l4SShFFzpPop99Zaiy8HzcRwZ0PWCzOnd8DNgSmsIkMFdsxfy6Cg5pbzOU8UgNky8CKnRhakR2Ivaj80cVmwgb6wWrj-LxAaE_Wn2WjN_1W2J_P" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="287" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjtoAKL3iHWWTn59OhrKzSO-UwtnSGoKpQY0C_ZoIrAoYkoF7dFsBLYYa-75Cx19NjSmRnYy1p6_l4SShFFzpPop99Zaiy8HzcRwZ0PWCzOnd8DNgSmsIkMFdsxfy6Cg5pbzOU8UgNky8CKnRhakR2Ivaj80cVmwgb6wWrj-LxAaE_Wn2WjN_1W2J_P=w358-h357" width="358" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">*</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-77505259448390139432022-11-18T15:45:00.000-06:002022-11-18T15:45:38.013-06:00Cooksville Cookbooks: Cookies Cakes, Candies, Curries and Casseroles, even a Cancer Cure
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Recently, a copy
of a 1941 cookbook was donated by Nancy Remley to the Village of Cooksville Archives. Titled
the “Golden Anniversary Cook Book, Cooksville Lutheran Ladies Aid, 1891- 1941,”
it was “dedicated to the pioneer women of this congregation” and contains about
65 pages of recipes contributed by the ladies.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhERgQ53epxMfcGJDGFO5VwxbraQWOzTEg2Ha6KazP9WrrNxOJEsamHBywbDHJaX1X4rSQzCIPYr6aDn0joz0mp9vM-dhsqoi9p-MzDhsbJmQb3mORZ5aUQnoerNzS12xdJbkTtDZMyWz6lw-BJi22cr1FoUWPa0ksRb4e0M0ssBqs_ASfQU6vRe6Y/s2768/Cook%20Book%20%20LUTH.%20LADIES%20AID%201941%20001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2768" data-original-width="1940" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhERgQ53epxMfcGJDGFO5VwxbraQWOzTEg2Ha6KazP9WrrNxOJEsamHBywbDHJaX1X4rSQzCIPYr6aDn0joz0mp9vM-dhsqoi9p-MzDhsbJmQb3mORZ5aUQnoerNzS12xdJbkTtDZMyWz6lw-BJi22cr1FoUWPa0ksRb4e0M0ssBqs_ASfQU6vRe6Y/s320/Cook%20Book%20%20LUTH.%20LADIES%20AID%201941%20001.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The Village of Cooksville, in Rock County, Wisconsin, has been a busy community of cooks for about 180 years, appropriately enough. The Cooksville Archives collection contains a number of cookbooks from the past, including an1850s hand-written cookbook with a recipe for a “cancer ointment.” </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The old 1850s
cookbook with the "cancer treatment" is a slender,18-page, hand-written cookbook that does not have a title
nor an identified writer or owner. It is bound, written in ink with a neat,
old-fashioned script and contains that “Receipt For making Cancer Ointment,” as
well about fourteen other medicinal recipes and a similar number of cake, pudding, gingerbread, sausage, syrup, currant wine, and cordial “receipts.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The various </span><span><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;">medicinal “</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">receipts” are for the treatment of illnesses such as dropsy, dysentery, coughs, colds, itches, piles and tape worms, as
well as cancer, with ingredients such as various roots, leaves, berries,
flowers and tree barks, as well as the occasional sulfur, turpentine and pumpkin
seeds.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd79PG-SA4vLxEKdIUe-VnEUJtlqPh1vI_I4kb-1FQMwDkBZBuOKGlnkliaY745c7-7U-PFSNCfKzDw9oUpNasSGDB0bph88v9KsS1vYgOY3lYQTVKj0kT8GyAm-bKG5WMY7sI0BmcrMF-pyZ0_qqNtvusEyfeBGmcVgG3y6tutPnN9YUPI6dvu4yb/s2232/Cooksville%20Old%20Cookbook-cancer%20cure-2013_NEW_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2232" data-original-width="1891" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd79PG-SA4vLxEKdIUe-VnEUJtlqPh1vI_I4kb-1FQMwDkBZBuOKGlnkliaY745c7-7U-PFSNCfKzDw9oUpNasSGDB0bph88v9KsS1vYgOY3lYQTVKj0kT8GyAm-bKG5WMY7sI0BmcrMF-pyZ0_qqNtvusEyfeBGmcVgG3y6tutPnN9YUPI6dvu4yb/s320/Cooksville%20Old%20Cookbook-cancer%20cure-2013_NEW_NEW.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The cancer
ointment recipe is interesting because it contains tree barks (white
pine, elder, elm, hemlock, red dogwood) as ingredients, two of which are now
associated with the treatment of some cancers, namely, pine bark and the
red dogwood (osier) species bark.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The
“receipt” in the booklet for making the cancer ointment is as follows:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“Take
of red Ozier, Stinking Elder, Hemlock Boughs, White pine bark, two quarts each.
Boil them together until the strength is gotten out, then strain it. Put to
this Mutton tallow, honey, bees-wax, the marrow of a hog’s jaw and fresh Butter
of each the size of a hen’s egg. Simmer it moderately over a slow fire until it
becomes an ointment.”<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">The cake recipes also in this old cookbook include a Mrs. Pecks Cake (perhaps this is from
Rosaline Peck, Madison’s first innkeeper in the late 1830s), a Tea
Cake, Temperance Cake, Cider Cake, Caroline Cake, and a couple of nut cakes and
a Rice Plumb (sic) Pudding.</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Some
measurements are in “gills” and some require butter the size of a walnut, a hen’s
egg or a goose egg. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Another nineteenth-century
cookbook found in the village—actually a famous nationally published cookbook titled
“Mrs. Lincoln’s Boston Cook Book,” by Mrs. D.A. Lincoln, 1889— was originally
owned by Mrs. J. W. Sales, probably of Janesville. She apparently passed it on
to Cora Atwood of Cooksville. The last ten unprinted pages of the published book have been filled with more than 50 hand-written recipes of
various kinds from friends (one is dated 1915), including a recipe for “Scotch
Woodcock” (chopped hard-boiled eggs in cream sauce on toast).</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyegOBQrr-gRikT8cOkUB7zBeQ-s5oZ2do0EAXtQAV2j2WjanWU_t6TtNiEF038eOVim19z7h7JOLck_bCdjUVWhSC47HLtWD6D31mgILbntdifrSMIMWth7h_d3sCCmLJ88KFw9aTZ3nAiq-0QeYcoQSS10AO6dxZqUd-nMjavEYZWDVEQfUGMu5K/s2841/Mrs.Lincoln's%20Boston%20Cook%20Book%201889%20001.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2351" data-original-width="2841" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyegOBQrr-gRikT8cOkUB7zBeQ-s5oZ2do0EAXtQAV2j2WjanWU_t6TtNiEF038eOVim19z7h7JOLck_bCdjUVWhSC47HLtWD6D31mgILbntdifrSMIMWth7h_d3sCCmLJ88KFw9aTZ3nAiq-0QeYcoQSS10AO6dxZqUd-nMjavEYZWDVEQfUGMu5K/s320/Mrs.Lincoln's%20Boston%20Cook%20Book%201889%20001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Two World
War II era commercial recipe booklets are also in the archives. One entitled,
“A Guide To Wartime Cooking” (1943) has 46 pages and was published by the H.J. Heinz Company of
Pittsburg and includes a “Nine Point Plan for Wartime Eating.” It addresses the
need for “managing the food supply: shopping under the point ration program…
packing a lunch pail that will keep your man strong and healthy, wide awake on
the job.”</span></p>
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II booklet (undated) with 26 pages is titled, “Wartime Recipes From Canned Foods” and was
published by the American Can Company, New York. It states: “It is imperative
that we plan our menus carefully and use our ration points for the canned foods
which help to make the family meals adequate from the standpoint of good
nutrition” and to “show you many different ways of making a can of food serve
more People.”</span></p>
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Book: Favorite Recipes” was compiled and printed by the Cooksville Mother’s
Club and contains 78 pages including a section on helpful hints that “may be
there to help you when your husband’s help won’t do.” Lillian Porter’s preface,
titled “Cooksville: Community of Culinary Culture,” describes the history of the
Village of Cooksville and its creative cookery as a “pleasant mixture of nationalities,
creeds and customs,” including a brief history of Cooksville, its early
settlers and the women who were “expert wielders of the egg beater and rolling
pin.” One intriguing “Sandwich Hint” is an “Orange - Cream Cheese - Peanut
Butter” spread containing those three ingredients. The Club was associated with
and provided support to the Cooksville School with various fund-raising efforts.</span></p></span><p></p>
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Cooksville Lutheran Church published a 104-page cookbook of its “Lutheran Favorites” and
titled it “Our Daily Bread," with recipes of cakes, cookies and other sweets
and a number of favorite soups, salads and “main dishes."</span></p></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNec4JoGoZbGerk-xaCsI3KutlqP1xx0C7qrEczJU9hXbwZ-Ezv6ay6VqQJbDS1rn6EDS3ZgRHSzqZOnQoxAPl_ECqn9ew54vD7OvO4iJCnFkCca0EcjYiMOty4vRDBTwSAUCeyB7lgEboCRkSrhGn8PjH8auOKD5DxLM6jSpPBJaflwd4t3j-ak-/s2728/Cooksville%20BLOG-Lutheran%20cookbook-2013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2728" data-original-width="2008" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNec4JoGoZbGerk-xaCsI3KutlqP1xx0C7qrEczJU9hXbwZ-Ezv6ay6VqQJbDS1rn6EDS3ZgRHSzqZOnQoxAPl_ECqn9ew54vD7OvO4iJCnFkCca0EcjYiMOty4vRDBTwSAUCeyB7lgEboCRkSrhGn8PjH8auOKD5DxLM6jSpPBJaflwd4t3j-ak-/s320/Cooksville%20BLOG-Lutheran%20cookbook-2013.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Another
addition to the collection is a more recent “Cooksville
Lutheran Church Cookbook,” dated 2006 and re-printed in 2016. The cook book, below, contains
about 362 pages of recipes including a section titled, “Canning & Freezing,
Norwegian, Nationality & This and That” and shares recipes for Lefse and
Tres Leches Cake, among others.</span></p></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkS7_9k48Q7aLrUoYfUvdChLeSUYvjtlahhPGvyID803xvRckvVuDv9o5AWCpW3TRqQBNA4A6ha_B1PIxnDu9T5jk-3t2Ke4Qb_d_JVgyeM8FEZ4Yj-W1RNRybTp6uDtwksZRXUY6QTKWvfzmKupme_XD2tTp6whwoxXOAbjJkotUGWlRMsGf9aaa/s2818/Cooksville%20Lutheran%20Church%20Cookbook%202006%202016%20001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2818" data-original-width="2067" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkS7_9k48Q7aLrUoYfUvdChLeSUYvjtlahhPGvyID803xvRckvVuDv9o5AWCpW3TRqQBNA4A6ha_B1PIxnDu9T5jk-3t2Ke4Qb_d_JVgyeM8FEZ4Yj-W1RNRybTp6uDtwksZRXUY6QTKWvfzmKupme_XD2tTp6whwoxXOAbjJkotUGWlRMsGf9aaa/s320/Cooksville%20Lutheran%20Church%20Cookbook%202006%202016%20001.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">These old
cookbooks reveal the tastes of the times and the foods prepared, preserved and
eaten— with many desserts to be devoured. They are illuminating and
sometimes tempting records of the nourishing breakfasts, lunches and dinners
through more than 180 years of cooking in and near the little—and always hungry and
well-fed— Village of Cooksville.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;">Perhaps there are other personal village cookbooks with Cooksville family recipes (or “receipts”), sitting on back shelves or stored in attic boxes, waiting to see the light of somebody’s kitchen and to help fill the cookie jars.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span></span>* * * </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span>Larry Reed<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-55114848474246792212022-09-24T16:05:00.008-05:002022-10-07T09:31:55.268-05:00The Cooksville Schoolhouse and the Cooksville Community Center: Serving the Historic Village<span style="font-size: medium;">The first schoolhouse built in the Village of Cooksville was a log structure, probably constructed in the late 1840s and possibly located in block 9 of the Village of Waucoma, which is now the eastern part of Cooksville, which was founded in 1842. A schoolhouse was an early and important addition built by the first settlers.
</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCNJM_9hWdYbsap7DZmiOHA13PKCUkETr0K-7GErGhfx9fVebs-kmEFh9rYf0GXZfy2B30cke5wB7lZPnPF7K9tzqH0EjUGRUQEaYbEEj24RW8pnDxZve_Y9vVjGmemGUyQQbtENiMqt7HeZHQu5rqY0XkKl5_Ij3W_WrV7ZFokvJUYkUhEn2wwtM/s1532/Cooksville%20Schoolhouse%201850,%20brick%20.png" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="972" data-original-width="1532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCNJM_9hWdYbsap7DZmiOHA13PKCUkETr0K-7GErGhfx9fVebs-kmEFh9rYf0GXZfy2B30cke5wB7lZPnPF7K9tzqH0EjUGRUQEaYbEEj24RW8pnDxZve_Y9vVjGmemGUyQQbtENiMqt7HeZHQu5rqY0XkKl5_Ij3W_WrV7ZFokvJUYkUhEn2wwtM/s400/Cooksville%20Schoolhouse%201850,%20brick%20.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Cooksville's brick schoolhouse, c.1850</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The log school served until a new brick schoolhouse was erected sometime in the early1860s in block 11 of Waucoma, facing the Public Square. (It would also become the site of the present wood-frame schoolhouse). The land for the early brick schoolhouse was formally deeded to the Town of Porter School District by John and Ann T. Porter on November 2, 1864. It was “to be used for school purposes, also to be fenced at the expense of the District.” The distinctive vermillion bricks for the school—and for several village houses— were made locally in the Village,</span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">By 1886, the brick foundation of the schoolhouse was deemed unsafe and the school too small, so it was replaced with the present wood-frame structure. This new and typical one-room schoolhouse had two front doors, one for boys and one for girls, with a small bell-tower to summon the children to class and undoubtedly to announce other important occasions in the village.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The present Cooksville Schoolhouse has served the community in the 19th and 20th centuries by hoisting many functions in addition to its primary role of educating the children. It was used for church services, with Thomas Morgan, a neighbor, bringing his little melodeon pump organ across the street from his house for the musical portion of the services. And it was the focus of other social and cultural community events</span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6ttfm_qgnDnQdJXtLo5uFGISzHkIUoCKjHLm-HoJFQdwaTe1ysBhvUjsRl3SaUCASKRVl38Z46bGjCnRpzwgxbTr6bpmuIrliFthXa3s7APlVB__rpkF6UfXS2E-myGs1HvNrx-gPm1PFFU-v_qmvSu4oPXbW_sRxeQB23B7ZRIEQO3ClmVQSueM/s1584/Cooksville%20School%20House%20c1920s%20w%20students.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="1584" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA6ttfm_qgnDnQdJXtLo5uFGISzHkIUoCKjHLm-HoJFQdwaTe1ysBhvUjsRl3SaUCASKRVl38Z46bGjCnRpzwgxbTr6bpmuIrliFthXa3s7APlVB__rpkF6UfXS2E-myGs1HvNrx-gPm1PFFU-v_qmvSu4oPXbW_sRxeQB23B7ZRIEQO3ClmVQSueM/w320-h200/Cooksville%20School%20House%20c1920s%20w%20students.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Cooksville School with a class photo, c.1920s</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIt0dzsV5SLwUDHsnkjtoAaxrJ1HJUsq5VtSFf4B4pPAGfielRF_KO61oXhTebzah5vOJvHFByJSpTwC9GPzMjqXNa5KQQPMtIf6xz9pwF_3ynUTKyohMIugvZjYtcXBv0Y8ZHF9sVxdi8ip_YKC8J01ZRFXIGfiAeOiAqhaFDjD6vfLgtSUYjj_dq/s1953/Cooksville%20School%20children%20c.1910_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1182" data-original-width="1953" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIt0dzsV5SLwUDHsnkjtoAaxrJ1HJUsq5VtSFf4B4pPAGfielRF_KO61oXhTebzah5vOJvHFByJSpTwC9GPzMjqXNa5KQQPMtIf6xz9pwF_3ynUTKyohMIugvZjYtcXBv0Y8ZHF9sVxdi8ip_YKC8J01ZRFXIGfiAeOiAqhaFDjD6vfLgtSUYjj_dq/s320/Cooksville%20School%20children%20c.1910_NEW.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: medium;">More school kids</span></b></i></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwiVC0cPn7wkJrn1RdHjImbPo4LVIzLJ7BX4G1ZjYbUPEM5_9LfWFDigNOCutaAUv7OhwNZu0HX2gnGn2lIhst_-RVYncaRZleCItMTjYhvWeDeMPNeq03XaW6id7Ngewot_ejFQ-84-DIz5Iim3ogwzH6pwCaokDkGxiyyZMSEyYnqM2tGKUouNSL/s798/Cooksville%20Schoolhouse%20c1920%20aa-schoolhouse.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="559" data-original-width="798" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwiVC0cPn7wkJrn1RdHjImbPo4LVIzLJ7BX4G1ZjYbUPEM5_9LfWFDigNOCutaAUv7OhwNZu0HX2gnGn2lIhst_-RVYncaRZleCItMTjYhvWeDeMPNeq03XaW6id7Ngewot_ejFQ-84-DIz5Iim3ogwzH6pwCaokDkGxiyyZMSEyYnqM2tGKUouNSL/s320/Cooksville%20Schoolhouse%20c1920%20aa-schoolhouse.jpg" width="320" /></span></i></b></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">School with added windows to the south, c.1930s.</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>In 1950, an addition to the old Schoolhouse was built to the east to accommodate boys and girls indoor toilets and to and</span> a furnace room, with a new back entryway. Also, the front exterior entry stairs and the two entry doors were removed, and a new smaller entrance door was placed near the southwest corner of the building. (Apparently, an expansion of the building was anticipated.) By then, the rear playground featured added swings, teeter-totters and a merry-go-round. </span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8e_OphuapMrQqBLRQ99jTOjejsTpZUw2pUE8o_mW3jYfvztxRH0rWXcPPG-K1o6HEnWFIwnk4onFslTvMeYBX0zwc8xnIZTFS_NAuN76cGbi2VaIM5S5JUOkElCXCzDHgSd_CRyadI5s7zBtRB1xY3TKqrgbG9qFNODHMmsxnw0rMxb7Hoo-lf_i/s638/Cooksville%20School%20basement%20games%201952-53%20(389x640).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="387" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8e_OphuapMrQqBLRQ99jTOjejsTpZUw2pUE8o_mW3jYfvztxRH0rWXcPPG-K1o6HEnWFIwnk4onFslTvMeYBX0zwc8xnIZTFS_NAuN76cGbi2VaIM5S5JUOkElCXCzDHgSd_CRyadI5s7zBtRB1xY3TKqrgbG9qFNODHMmsxnw0rMxb7Hoo-lf_i/s320/Cooksville%20School%20basement%20games%201952-53%20(389x640).jpg" width="194" /></span></i></b></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">Cooksville School basement games 1952-53</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Schoolhouse and the village’s nearby Public Square were the location for many popular “Play Day” events in the village to which other area schools in the township were invited and which featured competitive sports games and other events,
And the new Cooksville Mother’s Club continued to provide local support and services to the school and community, including compiling and selling the Club’s cook book in 1951 to help raise “cold cash…subtly and painlessly extracted at card parties, dances, bake sales, teas, and auctions for the welfare of the community.”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsmQEIrbtkJJs-A73QwqXkBTbVjxBJ4uo4fZFGFcqYRc2bMPKAIkmsHrkd5HwqotRRE1bLs1y-P-A4C-NDoIwk3sU68biUIKdar7dDR5ynFin2O5-5kO58jihUQk5jGvMcEJNuOgmk18g9AdgbjXjjAprAqlMNsT463EmmP_Ra73wpnKLzoHZqXmn/s1491/Public%20Square,%20schoolhouse%20photo%202007.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="983" data-original-width="1491" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsmQEIrbtkJJs-A73QwqXkBTbVjxBJ4uo4fZFGFcqYRc2bMPKAIkmsHrkd5HwqotRRE1bLs1y-P-A4C-NDoIwk3sU68biUIKdar7dDR5ynFin2O5-5kO58jihUQk5jGvMcEJNuOgmk18g9AdgbjXjjAprAqlMNsT463EmmP_Ra73wpnKLzoHZqXmn/s320/Public%20Square,%20schoolhouse%20photo%202007.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">On the Public Square</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Eventually, in 1961, the nine local rural schools in the Town of Porter were consolidated into nearby cities, and the rural one-room school buildings were no longer needed, with most being converted into residences.
However, the concerned Cooksville citizens gathered together in 1962 to preserve the Village’s historic school building. They raised funds and formed the new “Cooksville Community Center,” to which the local school district authorized the sale of the school property on July 23, 1962, for the appraised price of $2,150.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The Cooksville Community Center, Inc., was formally incorporated on August 22, 1962, as a corporation “without stock and not for profit” with one class of members entitled as “Voting Members.” And the Cooksville Schoolhouse began its new life as a center for community activities, including the continuation of educational programs, card parties and other events. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1980, the historic Schoolhouse was listed in the National Register and the State Register of Historic Places as part of the official Cooksville Historic District, and the Schoolhouse was also included in the Town of Porter’s new Cooksville Historic District preservation zoning, as well.</span></div><div> </div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3R0ziqNQd1HT-q3hQmvMlJ6mqtpFFAeedn0SULXDrc83zSgs56cdcklthWSvX1_wNNLpSPHvdz4fhttzQhfNqiPHIF-SMxnQHsvvaV-STYd7fmg0thKigLnDJK9tFsT9EO5p-3SRIGDL8AAkSgJA5umQlbDKEnz7Hno7KHJzQ0SNgGh6CoD_9CfIj/s3629/175th%20program%20at%20Schoolhuse%20-%20with%20Edith%20Cavey%20Johnson,%20teacher%20from%201944-%202017.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><b><i><span> </span><img border="0" data-original-height="2429" data-original-width="3629" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3R0ziqNQd1HT-q3hQmvMlJ6mqtpFFAeedn0SULXDrc83zSgs56cdcklthWSvX1_wNNLpSPHvdz4fhttzQhfNqiPHIF-SMxnQHsvvaV-STYd7fmg0thKigLnDJK9tFsT9EO5p-3SRIGDL8AAkSgJA5umQlbDKEnz7Hno7KHJzQ0SNgGh6CoD_9CfIj/s320/175th%20program%20at%20Schoolhuse%20-%20with%20Edith%20Cavey%20Johnson,%20teacher%20from%201944-%202017.png" width="320" /></i></b></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>Teacher Edith Cavey Johnson was surprised <br />to see herself and her Cooksville students<br /></i></b><b style="text-align: left;"><i> at a Community Center history program.</i></b></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><b></b></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1985, as part of the building’s restoration, the original western front entrances and porch and stairs of the Schoolhouse that had been removed were restored, and the southwestern corner entrance was removed. The Schoolhouse once again faces the Village’s historic Public Square or Commons. </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsVgyVtUfLSSn2WcLyAlHjka3QYOj_JsHIZu3pe1S9bZE4vfSh1duvHqMbgcqyO6y0e_miUQJBqHDyyBSr1m0YrJ4sJ0s8SiB64rLtipturVWMKMKu6DEvbeqKE-zBeOwyRugqcYvHtNPwv7DWgji8TGTRlIm5Pjx_jKaIMes4QVVitGQkYgChrfc/s2192/Cooksville%20Schoolhouse_DSC0034%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2192" data-original-width="1842" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsVgyVtUfLSSn2WcLyAlHjka3QYOj_JsHIZu3pe1S9bZE4vfSh1duvHqMbgcqyO6y0e_miUQJBqHDyyBSr1m0YrJ4sJ0s8SiB64rLtipturVWMKMKu6DEvbeqKE-zBeOwyRugqcYvHtNPwv7DWgji8TGTRlIm5Pjx_jKaIMes4QVVitGQkYgChrfc/s320/Cooksville%20Schoolhouse_DSC0034%20(2).jpg" width="269" /></a></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The historic Schoolhouse continues to serve the Village and others as the Cooksville Community Center, providing a setting for members and friends to hold various events—music, lectures, weddings, plays, and meetings. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">The recent June 18th celebration of the Village of Cooksville’s 180th anniversary of its establishment in1842 featured the Community Center’s Schoolhouse, along with other historic buildings in the village.</span></div></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And in 2022 the Cooksville Community Center celebrates the 60th year of its organization and ownership of the historic Schoolhouse.</span></div><div><i> </i></div><div><i><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>[Larry Reed, Local Historian]</i></div>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-51325525916755702932022-08-13T17:27:00.000-05:002022-08-13T17:27:43.424-05:00 EARLY HAPPENINGS IN HISTORIC COOKSVILLE<p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">In the 19<sup>th</sup> and 20<sup>th</sup> centuries, the little Village of Cooksville, founded in 1842 on an endless prairie with oak-opening in southern Wisconsin, received a good
amount of attention. Facts of life in that early Village are contained in the
first settlers’ letters, diaries and scrapbook, as well as in the first area newspapers
and publications and in the research and writings of Cooksville’s historians.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">These bits and pieces—mostly
facts, some gossip— give glimpses of life
including its fancy new wooden sidewalks
and the frequent fresh oyster which were suppers supplied in salt-water-filled
wooden barrels from distant Milwaukee or Chicago. Here are a few glimpses:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p>Vote at first town
meeting, April 6, 1847: “ For Equal Sufferage <i>(sic)</i> – Twenty-Eight.
Against Equal Sufferage <i>(sic)</i>
– Thirty Four.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“The first church at
Cooksville was organized in 1842, a Free Will Baptist church with 12 or 16
members, who held their meeting in Mr. Cook’s log house. Their pastor was Elder
Low who preached without a salary. He had a small farm where he made a living
like the other settlers. The first yearly meeting was held in a saw-mill that
Mr. Cook had erected and was largely attended.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“Up to 1848, the principal
centers of business for the whole country between Janesville and Madison were
at the village of Union or Cooksville, on the Badfish creek…”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Town of Porter Meeting,
April 1, 1856: “A Resolution was presented to the Electors to prevent pigs from
running at large upon the Highways under a penalty of Five Dollars was postponed…until the next
annual meeting.” April 7, 1857: “Resolved that all Sheep and Swine in the Town
of Porter be restrained from going at large on the Highways under the penalty
of fifty cts for each head found running at large.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p>“Post office established
in Cooksville in 1849, mail brought horseback from Union…” “Official letter, dated 24 Dec 1864,
designating Cooksville Post office 5th class, setting the salary of the
Postmaster at $37 annually…”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAT6jtwP4a95JqwYDORA9Q7Pfx0WeOjoAUFDlNA4bYiot1R2EajUcvQ21yJbOewf8upAiLXxEwC_1Q_XlfGh8WqzqlV_yVgNfQ5pvHQAN5AtZRxrex4LDrEQvxzlVSyj0q-SmdOHKZecLgZjyYooXNobpEoi2cquVJPGRzlv9AmmAcJJF9QtajgOH/s640/COOKSVILLE%20GENERAL%20STORE%201948%20Photo%20(640x354).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="640" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAT6jtwP4a95JqwYDORA9Q7Pfx0WeOjoAUFDlNA4bYiot1R2EajUcvQ21yJbOewf8upAiLXxEwC_1Q_XlfGh8WqzqlV_yVgNfQ5pvHQAN5AtZRxrex4LDrEQvxzlVSyj0q-SmdOHKZecLgZjyYooXNobpEoi2cquVJPGRzlv9AmmAcJJF9QtajgOH/s320/COOKSVILLE%20GENERAL%20STORE%201948%20Photo%20(640x354).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Cooksville General Store c.1930s</b></i></td></tr></tbody></table></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Masonic Lodge. Jan. 20,
1859:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Trustees leased the second story
of the store now owned by Abigail Woodbury to be used for a Masonic Hall at $50
for the first year, $45 for the next three, lease to run for four years …” “Specifications
for hall drawn up in 1864; contract provided for completion by August 1, 1864…”
Dec.16, 1864: “:…master and wardens bought store….” Dec. 1879: “…a few days
papering and otherwise repairing the Masonic Hall…with new chandeliers, new
carpets…this is now a very attractive room.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sept 1882: “The Masonic Lodge are improving
their building by a new front to the store.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p>Dec. 17, 1873: “Stage to
Stoughton via Union, Cooksville, &c will leave here <i>(Evansville) </i>at 7:45<i> </i>a.m.
instead of nine o’clock, as heretofore, and return about 8 o’clock same
evening, Tuesdays, Thursday and Saturdays.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij6ADMYTZtiXaBBX6P_lBl3cKa7oHJL3Tv9Ne0HVZEK0_gtjPuUiCbJ_JCcxpc5FpVRENezI8BGL-lzavCMzv4FuZR7DyztyFPqT-V2GvD-W05No185hQW5-ZvwU-oU4gr9e0Dz9119VH_AXtlZ9b5gziRqa2N0su-NAu5MwvhjdcbgmHrn_6_2UhL/s1598/Arrow%20heads%20ROCK%20CO%20photo%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1598" data-original-width="1307" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij6ADMYTZtiXaBBX6P_lBl3cKa7oHJL3Tv9Ne0HVZEK0_gtjPuUiCbJ_JCcxpc5FpVRENezI8BGL-lzavCMzv4FuZR7DyztyFPqT-V2GvD-W05No185hQW5-ZvwU-oU4gr9e0Dz9119VH_AXtlZ9b5gziRqa2N0su-NAu5MwvhjdcbgmHrn_6_2UhL/w163-h200/Arrow%20heads%20ROCK%20CO%20photo%20.jpg" width="163" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Arrow-heads found in Rock County</b></i></td></tr></tbody></table></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">1875. “Mr. Hoxie found, a
few days since, an unfinished arrow, a spear head, convex on one side, slightly
concave on the other, which measures five inches long and two and one-fourth
wide. This is one of the largest of this kind of Indian relics ever found in
that vicinity.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnpBcp7V6mOJ17t7_FJZ8gkXe6d09KiNDjplTY_J0ejQCNWDDqE1ybXRDy1wuA2V5cDiKeqRK3WC5YbMpBAwwdaBCjkhgatK_OsXAh4Z1lRTiRsZpIz_3uo0RN-g8NtUlE2M4zMk_xN60p1Gc9jDvjqfiTxlciBWzkC17p3qN5AS4BPvvZfKFU_Iv/s1279/Congregational%20Church%20c1910%20pic%20001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1279" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnpBcp7V6mOJ17t7_FJZ8gkXe6d09KiNDjplTY_J0ejQCNWDDqE1ybXRDy1wuA2V5cDiKeqRK3WC5YbMpBAwwdaBCjkhgatK_OsXAh4Z1lRTiRsZpIz_3uo0RN-g8NtUlE2M4zMk_xN60p1Gc9jDvjqfiTxlciBWzkC17p3qN5AS4BPvvZfKFU_Iv/s320/Congregational%20Church%20c1910%20pic%20001.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Cooksville Congregational Church (1879) with horse/carriage shelter at rear</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Jan.1879: “Understand that
our friends at Cooksville are about to perfect an organization that foreshadows
the building of a church this season.” Feb. i879: “The people of Cooksville
have finally located their church on the corner as you pass by the Union road. The
location affords good ground for a basement, which they purpose to construct in
connection with their church properly.
Dec. 18, 1879: The great event for the last week was the dedication of
the new church, and it was a good omen to see Methodist, Baptist,
Congregationalist, Universalist and Unitarian all on one platform… The basement
of the church will now be finished as soon as possible, with assembly room for
Lodge meetings, sociables, lectures, &c., &c., and at one end a furnace
room, kitchen, closets and stairway...”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">1875. “The terrible mud
has started a subscription paper to raise funds to build sidewalks and enough
has been pledged to lay them on streets where most needed… So, hurrah for the
sidewalks.” April 1875: “The sidewalks are laid down, or at least enough so
that one can get to the post office without getting lost in the mud…” 3 May 1878: “ This town is putting on some
style with side walks, and now a street lamp at the crossing in front of Mr.
Robertson’s store. “</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Dec. 5, 1879: ”This ‘burg’
is putting on metropolitan airs with four street lamps. Mr. James Fairgrieves,
our tinner, has displayed both taste and skill, besides a generous gift of a
fine street lamp, and the same has been put in position at the corner of the
church by B.S. Hoxie.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">July 28, 1880: “Cooksville
Gossip: Sunday while Mrs. Aris of Janesville was walking down town she fell
through one of our trap sidewalks and received some slight injuries,”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">1879. “A visit to the mill formerly owned by N.
Davenport but now by W. Leedle & Son, shows it is much improved.” April`1881:
“About a dozen boys had some rare sport one day last week. As the gates of the
upper mill were shut down to make some repairs, they discovered fish by the
hundreds and spears, pitch-forks and the hands scooped them out. So for once about
every family in town had fresh fish for breakfast.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">“Evansville Review Feb.
22, 1882. [T]he current tobacco boom… In 1881, 12,000 acres of tobacco in
Wisconsin; Dane County 4,8674 acres; Rock County 5,704 acres. Banner town in
state Christiana, Dane County, with 1,125 acres; second is Porter, Rock County,
with 1,118 acres. “</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFuwO8IlfA7KC4h1gZvTl95Tjy-PFSj_bb6XCTfwM5DLeL2m-MLNTlFngIRyhW1BwuqaC1uoQfKsC20J2xyk4gXbYaQvDhQY4lXhAo6dVs14nyVaIcw3P0bb_VU3TRUls2IHu5xPZpF1Lsr8tpSEFbOdwsnBR9kgcJFPLw4y5Ab0FvFQzPs6jNp5i/s2304/tobacco%20barn,%20demolished%20100_0110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1450" data-original-width="2304" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFuwO8IlfA7KC4h1gZvTl95Tjy-PFSj_bb6XCTfwM5DLeL2m-MLNTlFngIRyhW1BwuqaC1uoQfKsC20J2xyk4gXbYaQvDhQY4lXhAo6dVs14nyVaIcw3P0bb_VU3TRUls2IHu5xPZpF1Lsr8tpSEFbOdwsnBR9kgcJFPLw4y5Ab0FvFQzPs6jNp5i/s320/tobacco%20barn,%20demolished%20100_0110.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Tobacco barn, now demolished</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">1883: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(Christopher)</i> Preston & <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(John</i>)
Searles, broom and brush manufacturers of Cooksville, are turning out good work
and will sell at wholesale as cheap as any house<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>this side of Chicago…making six dozen brooms
a day” “…1887: “ In the old Hoxie shop:…received a large shipment of broom corn
Tuesday, with a large demand for their make of brooms..”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>1890: “Mr. Jack Robertson <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(blacksmith) </i>now occupies the
shop…formerly used as a broom factory.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><o:p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Svgq9LWOl3GUBe5mPHtom8lzdZp4YxlNIRVP2n4u4YyINU3Dlm3rCmrNZn_E9unESz0DTQJ2SOEWoW4s7RkEXLWGFB6zLTkNwM0TdsGUlHWKOXdL8amoUFcG2IBR1eNZK40IPcXG0hYM6xFRLbFCkCTabaAIP5jQwqCcOYzKo3pL0sAPhXLj69yg/s954/Blacksmith%20Shop%20-%20Robertson%20-%202%20-docu0056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="674" data-original-width="954" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Svgq9LWOl3GUBe5mPHtom8lzdZp4YxlNIRVP2n4u4YyINU3Dlm3rCmrNZn_E9unESz0DTQJ2SOEWoW4s7RkEXLWGFB6zLTkNwM0TdsGUlHWKOXdL8amoUFcG2IBR1eNZK40IPcXG0hYM6xFRLbFCkCTabaAIP5jQwqCcOYzKo3pL0sAPhXLj69yg/s320/Blacksmith%20Shop%20-%20Robertson%20-%202%20-docu0056.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Robertson Blacksmith Shop</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></o:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">1883. Cooksville: “This is
indeed a land of artists. Most every other one you meet has brushes and a
palate or an easel under his arms.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Enterprise Newspaper. From
Cooksville, Feb. 4<sup>th</sup>, 1885: “Our library prospects are so flattering
that I cannot resist the desire to inform your readers of its future outlook. A
few of us banded together last December and incorporated a ‘Public Library
Association of Cooksville’ and since January first we have accumulated upwards
of $40 and no skating rink about it either. We hold sociables every two weeks,
Last night we had a box sociable where the ladies brought nicely decorated
boxes and the gents bid them off at various prices. The boxes brought by Mss.
Belle Rice and Miss Mable Woodbury sold each for $1.25….Next week, the Editor
willing, I will give the list of books just received.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfb-OCcmB8EUrYgx5L9-JrxHjYi01kPKFlkignDf0C8hzGgMPVD2pdRNQmcOquDgZXWxj5LOlmJjavUDigXecVSdQcvkf1uiYdB-E-XE5PTsQDQ10Nv1z3QSBqpyeIJNFdN55MLRerkC4kq2J9sW0dJ7qN6QapeDR2VDDxPFhXGA0Jjr7RlaeL8rw8/s640/Belle%20Rice%20(1862-1915)%20dress%20maker%20(640x500).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="640" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfb-OCcmB8EUrYgx5L9-JrxHjYi01kPKFlkignDf0C8hzGgMPVD2pdRNQmcOquDgZXWxj5LOlmJjavUDigXecVSdQcvkf1uiYdB-E-XE5PTsQDQ10Nv1z3QSBqpyeIJNFdN55MLRerkC4kq2J9sW0dJ7qN6QapeDR2VDDxPFhXGA0Jjr7RlaeL8rw8/s320/Belle%20Rice%20(1862-1915)%20dress%20maker%20(640x500).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Belle Rice in her parlor</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Enterprise Newspaper. Dec.
15, 1885: “Social Life. The Cooksville people seem to enjoy themselves about
the best of any community we know of…they have had some delightful gatherings
where all joined together as one family without any jealousies or hard
feelings, and no scandals or brawls have their starting place there. As a
progressive, literary, talented people we think they are above the average.”<o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Enterprise Newspaper, Dec.
22, 1885: “The ‘Jolly Club,’ of Cooksville, will give a rousing New Year’s
Party at the Masonic Hall in that place on New Year’s Eve.” Jan. 1886:“The
Jolly Club dance was an entire success, about thirty couples in attendance…Arrangements
are in progress for the laying of a new canvass <i>(on the wood floor) </i>so the ladies can wear their Cinderella
slippers.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><o:p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYXMWhI1XvwzIruzbuXUXqwqvtlQ4TnS5nr8BeTL2dWuvOYDx5fni9WjtBYo_SE48tfqPnd_WRD8pmzdN89txrz5Uh-vmwt8vw5gP_hKph6yo1ZOOfYuYY6qlQOlCBd7ssWNX7SRpFJszz1s8zoz8lmUdY9YZdPK9VX_IT_o8C5ej5PI06yu9Hskr/s1944/Savage,%20Electa%20Avis,%20Paul%20photo%201880s%20_NEW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><b><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="1284" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYXMWhI1XvwzIruzbuXUXqwqvtlQ4TnS5nr8BeTL2dWuvOYDx5fni9WjtBYo_SE48tfqPnd_WRD8pmzdN89txrz5Uh-vmwt8vw5gP_hKph6yo1ZOOfYuYY6qlQOlCBd7ssWNX7SRpFJszz1s8zoz8lmUdY9YZdPK9VX_IT_o8C5ej5PI06yu9Hskr/s320/Savage,%20Electa%20Avis,%20Paul%20photo%201880s%20_NEW.jpg" width="211" /></i></b></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Electa Savage with Paul and Avis c.1880</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></o:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Enterprise Newspaper.
Feb.6, 1889: “We understand that Mrs. J.E. Savage is having her ice house ready
for the summer campaign. We can almost taste her cool and refreshing icings as
we write.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhAVCrYFwhtXpmRJXrjCuv2Me6oUwK2Fh_gSWXj2DQTg9Nub1jfwg8GUqAcEj0R2cRnYpuoC2U0NdC8p5RMXsc-DG-6IH8TAPiYWrNBpRRMmKlkuYGZI32qeUGLUmmTOedHSg74829ERuaCYpEgrjEb4p-gbOLiPxsGhcLb2MIlBbSSYiqc1qTdwP/s2893/PUBLIC%20SQUARE%20w%20Schoolhouse%20_DSC0051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1925" data-original-width="2893" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhAVCrYFwhtXpmRJXrjCuv2Me6oUwK2Fh_gSWXj2DQTg9Nub1jfwg8GUqAcEj0R2cRnYpuoC2U0NdC8p5RMXsc-DG-6IH8TAPiYWrNBpRRMmKlkuYGZI32qeUGLUmmTOedHSg74829ERuaCYpEgrjEb4p-gbOLiPxsGhcLb2MIlBbSSYiqc1qTdwP/s320/PUBLIC%20SQUARE%20w%20Schoolhouse%20_DSC0051.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Cooksville's Public Square, created in 1846</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">July 20, 1889:
“Cooksville: The workmen have begun working on the race track around d the park
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(Pubic Square) </i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>which will be ready to drive on in a few
days…. June races will take place on this track in the future…” Sept. 4, 1889: “The
race track is nearly ready for use. There will be a base ball ground laid out
and all league clubs including Evansville and Chicago will be invited to play
on this ground.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oct. 12, 1889: “Our
Race Track is now in good condition for driving. Driving tickets can be
purchased at the Post Office or the Broom Factory.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Wisconsin Tobacco
Reporter. 6 Nov.1891: “E.M. Stebbins has
been appointed postmaster at Cooksville in place of C.H. Woodbury, resigned.
Mr. S<i>. (Stebbins) </i>is the successor of
Woodbury in the store at that village.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Tobacco Reporter. 9 Oct.1903:” The Cooksville post office has
been discontinued and all mail formerly addressed to that office should be
addressed to Evansville RFD.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Wisconsin Tobacco Reporter,
22 June 1894: “Cooksville: Mr. Forest’s
family arrived from Chicago Tuesday and is living in what is known as the
Collins House. Mr. Forest has the frame up for his new blacksmith shop... That
makes five blacksmith shops in town: Graves, Berry, Courter, Hanson and
Forest.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><o:p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxLKBDhEAAT_h2GU0gF0gZ8HZqea7PUJqlSNCkVoecjMib-rp2h003_foLRo2lBQUo_b76JCui7BSg6BNEnrEDrmLlxs0fkNkXnLauVWQnh468bD8M_G6uNR0v3ydfSsIIeocE_hBXJF1f8rmJG0vEQ94631kkxq2ecCJgo5n-Dyku24DnumEug_fi/s640/Graves%20Blacksmith%20Shop,%20after100_1627%20(640x379).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="640" height="190" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxLKBDhEAAT_h2GU0gF0gZ8HZqea7PUJqlSNCkVoecjMib-rp2h003_foLRo2lBQUo_b76JCui7BSg6BNEnrEDrmLlxs0fkNkXnLauVWQnh468bD8M_G6uNR0v3ydfSsIIeocE_hBXJF1f8rmJG0vEQ94631kkxq2ecCJgo5n-Dyku24DnumEug_fi/s320/Graves%20Blacksmith%20Shop,%20after100_1627%20(640x379).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Graves Blacksmith Shop, restored</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></o:p></span><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">Dec, 8, 1894. Cooksville: “Carpenters are at
work on the 24 ft addition to the store. The Masonic Hall will be enlarged and
the room over the new part will be used as a dining hall.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><o:p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdohuAnOywPRYqfkwPT6SftyWoKek8jqyQwKWwSwRolh_1ndiCJJAHlWSfps0uUaqQ08Xke32nsIMNrtHlU1lduOGPcReFT5vEaG34WUQkwIqkEqcaxZmr153H8kJXEP4cMg3tOvnDQV2ohzzJURF-XsnCvoPcz8ni5r0FMqIgN7hHTciytz4Ux0Wv/s975/Good%20Templars%20-%20CARTOON%20-%20not%20touch%20my%20lips%20-%202016%20temperance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="975" data-original-width="975" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdohuAnOywPRYqfkwPT6SftyWoKek8jqyQwKWwSwRolh_1ndiCJJAHlWSfps0uUaqQ08Xke32nsIMNrtHlU1lduOGPcReFT5vEaG34WUQkwIqkEqcaxZmr153H8kJXEP4cMg3tOvnDQV2ohzzJURF-XsnCvoPcz8ni5r0FMqIgN7hHTciytz4Ux0Wv/s320/Good%20Templars%20-%20CARTOON%20-%20not%20touch%20my%20lips%20-%202016%20temperance.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Good Templars at work (but not Cooksvillians)</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></o:p><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">1895. “Good Templar
members… at a meeting on January 12, 1895… 8 gallons of oysters were disposed
of and a barrel of crackers was cleared.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdiTknpUTGpeockZqGxEK6KVGfoqYrzK906aayZpbQWZGY1fA0yWWKPPjTgJM_kvi1juo4WaucQ4ClQkl_TahCHx5r9nbujwih34wxOOSUyaBCtcunRZ2TvXKb-1tCsl5VGgcg7STlx2Ryd7EW6rjfOjSenzzOGtdlTB3-3A4d2VSLTGWyKwRLhyh/s1536/Ralph%20Warner%20by%20Door%20(WisHeritagebook).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><b><i><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="903" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibdiTknpUTGpeockZqGxEK6KVGfoqYrzK906aayZpbQWZGY1fA0yWWKPPjTgJM_kvi1juo4WaucQ4ClQkl_TahCHx5r9nbujwih34wxOOSUyaBCtcunRZ2TvXKb-1tCsl5VGgcg7STlx2Ryd7EW6rjfOjSenzzOGtdlTB3-3A4d2VSLTGWyKwRLhyh/s320/Ralph%20Warner%20by%20Door%20(WisHeritagebook).jpg" width="188" /></i></b></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Ralph Warner at his "House Next Door" in Cooksville c1920</i></b></td></tr></tbody></table></span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">1912. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Cooksville..:“Mr. Ralph Warner is settled in
his new house<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(Duncan House)</i> which he purchased principally because the
old-fashioned fireplace appealed to his love of old things….It is finished up
in an old style… He loves everything that is old and is pleased to show his
curios to interested friends. We will tell more of him later on.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-family: times;"> <i>[From items in the Cooksville Archives and Collections. Larry Reed]</i></span></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"> </span></o:p></p>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-53580612946785261422022-05-06T12:01:00.000-05:002022-05-06T12:01:41.598-05:00COOKSVILLE CELEBERATES 180 YEARS ON JUNE 18, 2022<p><span style="font-size: medium;">The 180<sup>th</sup> Celebration
of the founding of the Village of Cooksville will be held on Saturday, June 18<sup>th</sup>, 2022, throughout
the historic village, and the public is invited.</span></p>
<p class="Standard"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazvAQiIfPkdv2XkMAp4HhyPz9N1XVh6lw-odHui8Q2x4fhIvu9kUJr2ET6uD0RVkjwaotyOVww-wvaerSvScHfkExBodnXidpoB9SwhQwU8yIM1YUsWtVc1zwq2CkWKD-35SIE7zTKpGIDqV8hquQIeMwHdrlbmu9W2Nh9Rl0z10E05quTCNPhnJo/s640/Schoolhouse-DCP_8428%20(640x488).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="488" data-original-width="640" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiazvAQiIfPkdv2XkMAp4HhyPz9N1XVh6lw-odHui8Q2x4fhIvu9kUJr2ET6uD0RVkjwaotyOVww-wvaerSvScHfkExBodnXidpoB9SwhQwU8yIM1YUsWtVc1zwq2CkWKD-35SIE7zTKpGIDqV8hquQIeMwHdrlbmu9W2Nh9Rl0z10E05quTCNPhnJo/s320/Schoolhouse-DCP_8428%20(640x488).jpg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cooksville Schoolhouse and Community Center -1886</span></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p class="Standard"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cooksville, established in
1842 is located in the Town of Porter in northwest Rock County. The Celebration
will begin at 3:00 p.m. at the Cooksville School House at the corner of State
Highway 59 and Church Street in Cooksville. The event is free and open to the
public, with parking on the Cooksville Public Square next to the historic School
House.</span></p>
<p class="Standard"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkDbBZ_HFez4MrW8-y4OQq24wlVib0h9cYiKZ3MTiVv26UMYMfPAF_v5alXpP1kxAaDumwTgh2QlQnyfY-_iyUynPTGxDFhzgrucZ_RHLkO182oKagrw5tXaK1pHlnSx_Lkao5pYdqrmVeNKjLqX-07C34-g3mjU2WOq86GKzDRFnahRMq9ohg1J2/s2893/PUBLIC%20SQUARE%20w%20Schoolhouse%20_DSC0051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1925" data-original-width="2893" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWkDbBZ_HFez4MrW8-y4OQq24wlVib0h9cYiKZ3MTiVv26UMYMfPAF_v5alXpP1kxAaDumwTgh2QlQnyfY-_iyUynPTGxDFhzgrucZ_RHLkO182oKagrw5tXaK1pHlnSx_Lkao5pYdqrmVeNKjLqX-07C34-g3mjU2WOq86GKzDRFnahRMq9ohg1J2/s320/PUBLIC%20SQUARE%20w%20Schoolhouse%20_DSC0051.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Public Square-1846</td></tr></tbody></table></span></o:p></p><p class="Standard"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Celebration will start
with an opening program at 3 p.m. in the School House with brief presentations about the history of
Cooksville . This will include comments by the six participating
village organizations, which are the Cooksville Community Center, the
Cooksville Lutheran Church, the Low Technology Institute, the Cooksville
General Store, the Masonic Lodge, and the Historic Cooksville Trust, Inc.</span></p>
<p class="Standard"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtobWIg-a2RZ-54NkFMl2sukQggDFBhWt0xg9WWHytxYDlNzn5iSN1nLncwnlxmQppPZAItvEq4mERJqlmxo0O5iquCj2LgelhKzl75stdV4DXBVkhvonmPp9R6GXXWjjn_RaGoLX90N-5r7imMaOB9w97LEtqqFhgYXYTowJ-Z3Uzv17nMTRJrzD_/s640/General%20Store%202015%20(640x464).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="464" data-original-width="640" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtobWIg-a2RZ-54NkFMl2sukQggDFBhWt0xg9WWHytxYDlNzn5iSN1nLncwnlxmQppPZAItvEq4mERJqlmxo0O5iquCj2LgelhKzl75stdV4DXBVkhvonmPp9R6GXXWjjn_RaGoLX90N-5r7imMaOB9w97LEtqqFhgYXYTowJ-Z3Uzv17nMTRJrzD_/s320/General%20Store%202015%20(640x464).jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cooksville General Store and Masonic Lodge-1847</td></tr></tbody></table></span></o:p></p><p class="Standard"><span style="font-size: medium;">Following the School House program
there will be walking tours of the village from 4 to 6 p.m., with maps provided
and with stops at the participating organizations’ five historic village buildings.
At each site, representatives will be available with information and with refreshments.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="Standard"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyRUC61FBIHH-1EKXRPKF0fzlP9HTSSKu8NDVkg43z32KIBO3a4iFPCt9TWY3VW7i6QxNZc2wp2hcCBHKNLG6Vnwp9rJDALV6rPey5-ikmDht_EbEfBk4zP1VTNr9hbmaWUVJoryxzulh4cPoXjLNRJcj70sQ6dcxgMMwcZ7LZxDYdyjhbjBPT5Kyi/s2233/Church%20painted%20-%202%20-20210710%20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2233" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyRUC61FBIHH-1EKXRPKF0fzlP9HTSSKu8NDVkg43z32KIBO3a4iFPCt9TWY3VW7i6QxNZc2wp2hcCBHKNLG6Vnwp9rJDALV6rPey5-ikmDht_EbEfBk4zP1VTNr9hbmaWUVJoryxzulh4cPoXjLNRJcj70sQ6dcxgMMwcZ7LZxDYdyjhbjBPT5Kyi/s320/Church%20painted%20-%202%20-20210710%20.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cooksville Congregational Church-1879</td></tr></tbody></table></span></o:p></p><p class="Standard"><span style="font-size: medium;">The historic Village of
Cooksville looks forward to sharing the village’s special story of 19<sup>th</sup>,
20<sup>th</sup> and 21<sup>st</sup>century life in southern Wisconsin.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p align="center" class="Standard" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacqB8DRI7cumMg-FS1umPQkpwm37PgnjgBFCgOuyWd5W7ATrfAqKHEoij0ZK6e-wdSB185tRKFeKvoxGaxvOhmTNOFEWWXNoGH2OHKVPhFDdPq50BEvWKSgCZm9moOzlii3j-FZ_rX9dZLTLjJbEGrXcrVGNcIWrwUYkewRC3EPx9U4DoypkXxW6L/s2683/longbourne%20house%20-2-_DSC0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1626" data-original-width="2683" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacqB8DRI7cumMg-FS1umPQkpwm37PgnjgBFCgOuyWd5W7ATrfAqKHEoij0ZK6e-wdSB185tRKFeKvoxGaxvOhmTNOFEWWXNoGH2OHKVPhFDdPq50BEvWKSgCZm9moOzlii3j-FZ_rX9dZLTLjJbEGrXcrVGNcIWrwUYkewRC3EPx9U4DoypkXxW6L/s320/longbourne%20house%20-2-_DSC0017.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><p>Longbourne House-1854- and the Low Technology Institute</p></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span></o:p></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">The story of old Cooksville---“A
Town that Time Forgot”--- can be experienced today because its historical
character is largely preserved. More than 30 historic buildings, structures and
archeological sites remain in the village including the Public Square or
Commons, the Cooksville Schoolhouse, the oldest General Store in Wisconsin, the
old Cemetery, two historic churches---the Lutheran Church and the
Congregational Church---and more than 20 historic homes and barns.</span></span></div><p></p>
<p class="Standard"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBs38nxMp5oI_1FWJLa5BW_NBneeGCCEgqfdgqQ2MDKryjj-h6MazNjnUTeBiC_V0sKPZh5crWrfsCcCl5jUJEDOapL248fiN-n6t0G3M24OenkaUA8a53E7vycji_rjOjlBoeyb6H-6VE3SvBohKDoWb2H5GZVnUZIsoxa4xog3CmOoRxhoRMpjn0/s3655/Lutheran%20Church%20w%20add%20-%20DSC_0188_6%20(4).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2447" data-original-width="3655" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBs38nxMp5oI_1FWJLa5BW_NBneeGCCEgqfdgqQ2MDKryjj-h6MazNjnUTeBiC_V0sKPZh5crWrfsCcCl5jUJEDOapL248fiN-n6t0G3M24OenkaUA8a53E7vycji_rjOjlBoeyb6H-6VE3SvBohKDoWb2H5GZVnUZIsoxa4xog3CmOoRxhoRMpjn0/s320/Lutheran%20Church%20w%20add%20-%20DSC_0188_6%20(4).JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cooksville Lutheran Church-1897</td></tr></tbody></table></span></o:p></i></p><p class="Standard"><span style="font-size: medium;">The original settlers, John
and Daniel Cook and their families, bought the land from the U.S. Government in
1837, when Wisconsin Territorial lands first went on sale in the area. Then in
1840, they journeyed by oxen wagon from Ohio to their new farmland, built a
home and then platted their Village of Cooksville in1842. Other settlers
followed, and the village quickly grew, including a large new Village of
Waucoma platted next door to Cooksville in 1846, which is part of the village’s
long story.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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by-passed by the boom in new railroads in the mid-1850s, the village’s growth
slowed, which meant the survival of much of its distinctive 19<sup>th</sup>
century pioneer architecture. The village became known as “A Wee Bit of New
England in Wisconsin” and was once suggested as a perfect location for an
outdoor museum of Wisconsin’s early historic architecture. <p></p></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiS7sqYQ_QXgKkJ-Grsc-KJuxWTXtlwP7Bgcywa2xtDj2n4SzvjxbRkvTHHnOvgg4ynbig9Nd7NLi0Pts2Q3BF9ebQ6AMXQZF1avtar-tm1AFgE4LD3JR-medw39FTdH9PcO_FzOcrRQNe3KBxAqxGVDI0K4TaFWCbN6iXUnfQvq_0K3JLWmsSbSHz/s3285/COOKSVILLE%20BROCHURES%20GROUP-2%20%20pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2096" data-original-width="3285" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiS7sqYQ_QXgKkJ-Grsc-KJuxWTXtlwP7Bgcywa2xtDj2n4SzvjxbRkvTHHnOvgg4ynbig9Nd7NLi0Pts2Q3BF9ebQ6AMXQZF1avtar-tm1AFgE4LD3JR-medw39FTdH9PcO_FzOcrRQNe3KBxAqxGVDI0K4TaFWCbN6iXUnfQvq_0K3JLWmsSbSHz/s320/COOKSVILLE%20BROCHURES%20GROUP-2%20%20pic.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><p></p>
<p class="Standard"><span style="font-size: medium;">In the 20<sup>th</sup>
century, Cooksville experienced early and important historical recognition by
being officially listed in the National Register of Historic Places, the
Wisconsin State Register, and designated a Historic District by the Town of
Porter---all because of the village’s well-preserved and well-documented
history and historic architecture.</span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thanks to preservation
efforts, Cooksville continues to celebrate and share its story of an early
settlement in Wisconsin.</span></p>
<p class="Standard"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p>Fo</o:p>r more information about the
Celebration, contact Mary Zimmerman at (608) 628-8567, <a href="mailto:mary.rita.zimmerman@gmail.com"><span style="color: windowtext; text-decoration-line: none;">mary.rita.zimmerman@gmail.com</span></a>.</span></p><p class="Standard" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* * *</span></p><p class="Standard" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-86139629602389817672022-04-25T14:59:00.001-05:002022-04-25T16:12:23.926-05:00HISTORIC COOKSVILLLE STORIES FROM CLIPPINGS<p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">The
Cooksville Archives contains many newspaper clippings, some in personal
scrapbooks, some in journals or letters, many undated but helpful in telling the
story of the old Village of Cooksville in northwestern Rock County.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">On June 18,
2022, Cooksville will celebrate 180 years since its settlement in 1842. The
public is invited.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">Some of the
village’s history is recorded in hand-written reminiscences by the early
settlers or their descendents, some by later residents of Cooksville, and some stories
are by newspaper reporters or are contained in local gossipy “news” columns. They date from the 1830s to the present. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">Here are a
few excerpts:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“The First
Impression of the New Wisconsin Territory by William R. Smith c.1837”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“The
prairies may be passed over in any direction in a wheel carriage with ease and
safety. The groves surrounding and interlacing and sprinkling and dotting the
vast ocean of open fields can be treaded as easily with a carriage as if you
were driving through a plantation of fruit trees. The undergrowth is generally
small bushes readily passed over; the black current, the furred and smooth
goose berry, the red and white raspberry, the blackberry, the haw, the wild plum,
and the crabapple. All these are indigenous fruits and are found throughout the
territory. The strawberry literally covers the prairies and groves. The hazel
with its nut-laden branches is the most common bush in the country. Acorns,
black and white, walnuts and history nuts are plentiful….<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“The flowers
of the prairie are various and beautiful… The red, white and purple
chrysanthemums are very common… Delicate snowdrops and violets form a carpet…
The strange peculiarity of the prairie sunflower or compass plant is that its
leaves invariably point north and south… Perhaps there is not to be found any
region in the United States better watered than Wisconsin…”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 20.7px;">(William R. Smith (1787-1868) apparently wrote this in an 1837 letter to his brother which was quoted by Cora Atwood, a Cooksville historian, at an Old Settlers Reunion. Smith became President of the State Historical Society of Wisconsin in 1854.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Later Smith’s “first impression” was also included by Bertha Whyte in her book, “Wisconsin Heritage.”)</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"></i></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="572" data-original-width="447" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJyubBtFOG3bEHLDpFxktjxtSyiJX5VrOsfXoKoEojkZBNmYPExux31yNoHhUhD9iv3-1cQ8c9km3YMgGnhcMj-ST-7a3ML9ajcMJMN30Npda9HPq6Ab4Pr6bJ4TVJj0JgHBYhKi5DqDNWiICf7yOtUh4KSZVP8Vfo1Q5wGrSoAmltgdp0NYXaFuw_/s320/William%20Smith%20photo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="250" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Willam Randolph Smith (1787-1868)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJyubBtFOG3bEHLDpFxktjxtSyiJX5VrOsfXoKoEojkZBNmYPExux31yNoHhUhD9iv3-1cQ8c9km3YMgGnhcMj-ST-7a3ML9ajcMJMN30Npda9HPq6Ab4Pr6bJ4TVJj0JgHBYhKi5DqDNWiICf7yOtUh4KSZVP8Vfo1Q5wGrSoAmltgdp0NYXaFuw_/s572/William%20Smith%20photo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"></span></a></i></div>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span> </span><span> </span> * * * </p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wisconsin’s
First Implement Factory”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“Nobody
knows exactly when this ancient wooden structure was built, but it is standing
in ruins in the center of the quiet old village of Cooksville, on the Rock and
Dane county line. It was built to be used by a Mr. Van Vleck as a corn-planter
factory, and was probably the first small implement factory built in south
central Wisconsin. Hand planters were made here before the Civil War, and
tradition tells us they were good ones. Two of this man’s sons are living within
a stone’s throw of the old building. One of the residents of Cooksville, Mrs.
Savage, tells us that during the Civil War the settlers gathered in the upper
floor of this building to listen to reports brought in my courier concerning
the fate of the northern armies. It served both as a lyceum hall and academy.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YWUYkii7DouC4F1W5iCC54WJ9As732fTq-Af04mEeEr22pS-CO4fVI0rNASLjjaMBQO-SZQSmtZ1K5XvLJbkMnZByhF1WcB-bwEBHiL6c0LaYRYz66lpLeT3c01FHl2pL9i8wiIhjRZYTRi5tPNYJ6Kn951zwdyeBF851d0tkLlUPidKHiW2UFMb/s640/Van%20Vleck%20Implement%20Factory-docu0062%20(640x470).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="470" data-original-width="640" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YWUYkii7DouC4F1W5iCC54WJ9As732fTq-Af04mEeEr22pS-CO4fVI0rNASLjjaMBQO-SZQSmtZ1K5XvLJbkMnZByhF1WcB-bwEBHiL6c0LaYRYz66lpLeT3c01FHl2pL9i8wiIhjRZYTRi5tPNYJ6Kn951zwdyeBF851d0tkLlUPidKHiW2UFMb/s320/Van%20Vleck%20Implement%20Factory-docu0062%20(640x470).jpg" width="320" /></span></a></i></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">(Undated and un-named newspaper
clipping, c. 1920s. The Factory was first built as Hoxie’s Sash and Door
Factory in 1848 and was demolished in 1928.)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span> </span><span> </span> * * * </o:p></span></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Early
Settlers’ Reunion”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“One of the
red-letter days in the history of Cooksville, occurred on the occasion of an
Old Settlers’ Reunion, Sept. 20, 1901. Its first inception sprang from the
neighborly talk of two or three: but the suggestion received instant favor and
grew into large proportions as it became circulated abroad.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“Then on the
above date there assembled a goodly number of the present and former residents
of this pretty rural hamlet to celebrate the interesting event….their rank
swelled to one hundred and fifty smiling, eager faces…. The Masonic hall,
kindly donated for the occasion, proved a commodious apartment, handsomely
carpeted and well lighted….Gideon E. Newman was chosen Chairman by acclamation.
He came here in the early forties and was one of the boys of the early sixties
who followed Old Glory for three long years o’er many a bloody field.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“The first
speaker…was B. S. Hoxie, long a prominent citizen of Cooksville…giving many
pleasing reminiscences, and calling attention to the numberless inventions and
conveniences of the present day as compared with the past...<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“Enthusiasm
grew apace and it was finally resolved to form the meeting into a permanent
organization…”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">(Newspaper clipping not identified
but probably from the Evansville Review, pencil-dated 1901.) <o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmEv4unsd7NCA2MJ5SFhqm0erhpyeXipac8S890C7G2mE-7Y8BDgjPlnulXvnFnAkgeq0pPAsB_76pD5JMEGPCogLpTJVe_4pPl8OsKepBvDhfSLJRjZ30L9jTI8CvxlyuHp-6kdzGu4ut5gAf-ErZ10Go0BFZYTXuwP-SixVNK3QljqFpesnFvQ6/s1800/Benjamin%20Hoxie%20(1827-1901).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1215" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmEv4unsd7NCA2MJ5SFhqm0erhpyeXipac8S890C7G2mE-7Y8BDgjPlnulXvnFnAkgeq0pPAsB_76pD5JMEGPCogLpTJVe_4pPl8OsKepBvDhfSLJRjZ30L9jTI8CvxlyuHp-6kdzGu4ut5gAf-ErZ10Go0BFZYTXuwP-SixVNK3QljqFpesnFvQ6/s320/Benjamin%20Hoxie%20(1827-1901).jpg" width="216" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benjamin Hoxie (1827-1902)</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span>* * * </span></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span>“Late Joseph
Porter, Truly a Pioneer (1819-1907)”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“…For the
past few years, Mr. Porter had been the only man residing in Wisconsin who had
ever looked upon the face of the great French friend of the United States, the
Marquis de Lafayette. Mr. Porter saw General Lafayette in Boston in 1824. This
was the occasion of his visit to America to accept the return of the money
which he had loaned George Washington and by which the continuation and
culmination of the war of the revolution was made possible. Mr. Porter was
present when Henry Clay, then speaker of the House of Representatives, welcomed
Lafayette to the country…”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">(A typed copy of a portion of the
Janesville Gazette’s obituary of Porter, February 16, 1907.)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"></i></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsnqF2C1wKw9NIiHY0Jcxh978JSm1gyk2tig0NROoCoA2vTT4uZc2ZqpFfKy_Bszv5Zk_0kdJWzqVt2TglBSdWcfQSPhPvWWE5f1tDXHYC9rm6oybR1fGHay8OCQmrpp_TgBSEnBtlsgzjRLn2rZcgyJ1c-IWreT3X8s6Tq9VKIUcMzTE8MqLMfHK/s3229/Porter,%20Ann%20and%20Joseph%20portrait%20-photo.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1399" data-original-width="3229" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsnqF2C1wKw9NIiHY0Jcxh978JSm1gyk2tig0NROoCoA2vTT4uZc2ZqpFfKy_Bszv5Zk_0kdJWzqVt2TglBSdWcfQSPhPvWWE5f1tDXHYC9rm6oybR1fGHay8OCQmrpp_TgBSEnBtlsgzjRLn2rZcgyJ1c-IWreT3X8s6Tq9VKIUcMzTE8MqLMfHK/s320/Porter,%20Ann%20and%20Joseph%20portrait%20-photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ann Eliza and Joseph Porter</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> <span> </span><span> </span></span>* * * </o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span>“Story of
‘Underground Railway’ for Fugitive Slaves Told by Miss Susan Porter, Former
Teacher”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“Stories
were related by Miss Porter of some of the fugitive slaves who found their way
to freedom through Wisconsin to Canada. ‘From 1840 to Abraham Lincoln’s proclamation,
Wisconsin was the one state in the northwest which favored strongest the
emancipation,’ declared Miss Porter…. ‘The portion of southwestern Wisconsin
was called Abolition Hollow…’<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“According
to Miss Porter more than 1,000 slaves were helped to freedom through this
‘railroad’ while 3,200 people were in active service on this road….<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“In 1842 the
first fugitive, a woman named Caroline came to Wisconsin. Miss Porter related
at length about Caroline’s escape from her mistress and her trip to Wisconsin
and finally to Canada and freedom…she traveled with a group of college girls
and was mistaken as one of them…she was taken to Milwaukee where she was taken
care of by one of the conductors of the ‘underground railway’…she hid in a barn
about four weeks…Later she was taken to Detroit…”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQebcvJ-W95fm9C2kSvuqitCcmZtvr24vwtoChd_MCHlTVaCQa0GaUsOeLsRhlhuOpaHGRiwTEN34PQHbxFyjRRC0qZV47Jpe2e178C1CRpyfFC5teZ7SRNfvr0SdIQrjihsbljPLcKN0lxbnSTh3sguLNRUxgcGbJFEY7IMOxsSa1sYQt_He8rsc/s1046/Porter,%20Susan%20(1859-1939)%20photo%20c1880s_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1046" data-original-width="781" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMQebcvJ-W95fm9C2kSvuqitCcmZtvr24vwtoChd_MCHlTVaCQa0GaUsOeLsRhlhuOpaHGRiwTEN34PQHbxFyjRRC0qZV47Jpe2e178C1CRpyfFC5teZ7SRNfvr0SdIQrjihsbljPLcKN0lxbnSTh3sguLNRUxgcGbJFEY7IMOxsSa1sYQt_He8rsc/s320/Porter,%20Susan%20(1859-1939)%20photo%20c1880s_NEW.jpg" width="239" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Susan Porter (1859-1939)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">(This newspaper clipping is undated
and unidentified, probably printed in a Racine newspaper. Susan Porter
(1859-1939) grew up in Cooksville and was a teacher there in the Town of Porter
as well as several other schools, retiring to Cooksville from Racine High
School in 1924.)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span> </span></span>* * *</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6kDwN2J2oDJKa1pFFWnhv58c1MpKhvEnm37chC0oCOBPODKBg7ESFtC3gSuWgPg8F2HInU6CPVGkEhPCs66Zh4P0OQATF2gq5P-mIHuG9Gk2CwFytnfKRH3DQ9AVAxhABBRNKo9rZhyUGBvoRTQYYIh2mse2PzHyFDRfYaubY_hLFzoRFZ9xoXZES/s1237/Porter,%20William%20-%20%20tintype%20portrait%20IMG.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1237" data-original-width="924" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6kDwN2J2oDJKa1pFFWnhv58c1MpKhvEnm37chC0oCOBPODKBg7ESFtC3gSuWgPg8F2HInU6CPVGkEhPCs66Zh4P0OQATF2gq5P-mIHuG9Gk2CwFytnfKRH3DQ9AVAxhABBRNKo9rZhyUGBvoRTQYYIh2mse2PzHyFDRfYaubY_hLFzoRFZ9xoXZES/s320/Porter,%20William%20-%20%20tintype%20portrait%20IMG.jpg" width="239" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William Porter (1818-1891</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“Cooksville”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“Who filled
Wm. Porter’s pump with sand so it will cost a nice little sum to get it running
once again? ‘The Boys.’ Mr. Porter offers a reward of five dollars to find out
who did it.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“Who worked
harder and perspired more freely than they ever did in any hayfield to get that
heavy mower on top of Mr. Newell’s shop? ‘The Boys.’ ”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“Is it ‘The Boys’
that lower people’s woodpiles in the night?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“Four
animals went to a circus—a duck, a pig, a frog and a skunk. All of them got in
except one. The duck had a bill, the pig had four quarters and the frog had a
greenback, but the skunk had only a ‘cent.’ ”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“A good many
cisterns are dry and people are getting ice from the pond to wash with. Some
fall in and find two feet of mud under the ice.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 20.7px;">(An unidentified and undated local area newspaper clipping with Cooksville’s local “news” by an unidentified reporter.)</span></i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-Ntiaqy3rUIxL_NV07_d7CXAihkfXM38gjMkM0HsOPBZxa6dWkE1GKxv5Xps1_Tl-lEhu77VNIotYoJ9x7A0lUl_L--vsUdntrGHV2SvCeKbqInXXaUZtJgbQLewx4GMI-sQaPI3FdKIMBnSc_d9lt9bVi8230Lbs7EaLQ3eXb5Oo4LfjBbo_flJ/s320/Badfish%20Creek%20-%20Cooksville%20Mil%20Pond%20Site%20(640x480).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bad Fish Creek</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-Ntiaqy3rUIxL_NV07_d7CXAihkfXM38gjMkM0HsOPBZxa6dWkE1GKxv5Xps1_Tl-lEhu77VNIotYoJ9x7A0lUl_L--vsUdntrGHV2SvCeKbqInXXaUZtJgbQLewx4GMI-sQaPI3FdKIMBnSc_d9lt9bVi8230Lbs7EaLQ3eXb5Oo4LfjBbo_flJ/s640/Badfish%20Creek%20-%20Cooksville%20Mil%20Pond%20Site%20(640x480).jpg"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"></span></a></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span></span> </span>* * *</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“For Auld
Lang Syne: Another Old Settlers Reunion”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“The Old
Settlers of Cooksville and Vicinity … gathered together in Annual Reunion on
that date <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(the second Reunion,</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">September 9, 1902</i>)… A basket picnic in
the grove had been planned, but wireless suggestions of possible frost made the
cozy fire in the basement of the church an immediate center of attraction…It
was opened with music by a wonderful little orchestra, the four young daughters
of Mr. and Mrs. Santos Soverhill of Janesville….<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“This was
followed by G.E. Newman Sr. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">(who)</i>
emphasized the importance of the annual re-union, so few such gatherings being possible
to the older members.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“J.K.P. Porter
Sr. pictured the surrounding country as it was in 1846, when he came west and
the pleasant gatherings of the old time, after which he read a very appropriate
poem written by his wife, Mrs. Eliza Porter…John Porter alluded to melon patches,
and youthful escapades… Mrs. Minnie S. Savage read a brief In Memoriam
entitled “Our Dead,” in which she spoke of the harvest of affection brought in
from the field of life….<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“About
seventy were present, and six deaths had occurred during the year…”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">(Unidentified September 9, 1902, local
newspaper clipping.)</span></i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijSnJmGKd2T-DCk00m0E8iTZOfzO3dm3y0X5qe8rioa-kRDb5yzCrrJuU3W3nJdUbmSfwJofk9kdZUbHUQ-bvck_0WgKbl2-jDiupq2IIPVzIbwT7AlulgyAn-YUpF19JW-2uP80R7JH0axgy6tN1KMwyM6rZmpbUsQEdh8HUsP0OBiTQU4OUEyYyN/s640/Old%20Settlers%20postcard%20invitation%201946%20001%20(640x376).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="640" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijSnJmGKd2T-DCk00m0E8iTZOfzO3dm3y0X5qe8rioa-kRDb5yzCrrJuU3W3nJdUbmSfwJofk9kdZUbHUQ-bvck_0WgKbl2-jDiupq2IIPVzIbwT7AlulgyAn-YUpF19JW-2uP80R7JH0axgy6tN1KMwyM6rZmpbUsQEdh8HUsP0OBiTQU4OUEyYyN/w400-h235/Old%20Settlers%20postcard%20invitation%201946%20001%20(640x376).jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">* * *</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaRMU3GUcwl9es7Gw0NAaEowtG2wNqOsOCJv2lIAtt3eaQQ44UCOoBIZo9YT8D3TMT-6qeCqe4rE5Xg0rpwqiF2YmKxP9flXbTrgEZQxNqn1XefbJ0raVsEDRRxeYIm2_amnEHKE-N5gI87GNxI-c_oeKmicZB5PNNgn84fY48y_Emp3EUsAylNF6/s800/Tolles,%20Willis%20Miron%20photo%20c1900.jpg"><p class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: left;"></p><span style="color: black; font-size: medium; text-align: left;"></span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="548" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaRMU3GUcwl9es7Gw0NAaEowtG2wNqOsOCJv2lIAtt3eaQQ44UCOoBIZo9YT8D3TMT-6qeCqe4rE5Xg0rpwqiF2YmKxP9flXbTrgEZQxNqn1XefbJ0raVsEDRRxeYIm2_amnEHKE-N5gI87GNxI-c_oeKmicZB5PNNgn84fY48y_Emp3EUsAylNF6/s320/Tolles,%20Willis%20Miron%20photo%20c1900.jpg" width="219" /></span></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">“Married 50 Years: Mr. and Mrs. W.M. Tolles”</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">"…Mr. Tolles
has ever b</span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;">een active in political and community affairs. He was a member of the
Wilder school board for 20 years, a town supervisor and a member of the Porter
Republican committee…About 35 years ago he helped organize and manage the
Porter band, and a band hall for that organization was built on his farm. The
band was very active for a number of years, playing many engagements in
Janesville and other cities in this state and Illinois.”</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">(<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The band hall, built c.1890, still stands on
the old Willis Miron Tolles farm on the corner of Tolles Road and County
Highway M. The unidentified clipping dates from c.1926.)<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span></span></span>* * *</o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span>“Pet Cat, 16
Years Old, Hunts Animals, Birds”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">“A great
white cat, 16 years old, that hunts rabbits and other wild animals and birds,
is the pet of Mrs. Electa Savage, residing at Cooksville, a few miles south of
Stoughton. Last week the big cat brought in eight rabbits, a meadow mole, and
several sparrows. She will tackle a ground-hog without hesitation, and more
than one dog has met with disaster while encroaching on her territory.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">(<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">An undated clipping, probably from a
Stoughton newspaper, about Electa Savage (1845-1927) and her cat.)<o:p></o:p></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1KHhk4UuEe5r4D28WeqeXucAKHeu_AdX6IoBI3_0pkQzR4SrTiSGUTeXxikb22NIQhlMCvXjLAupZmtTuIjlTiPbSUiPriMxZ-bR6RLaMoht57MFqXbZVJEMdaX73ELYYwLX29DeOOzBxsF77_-yXuEfhNQmMgwO-bcxe4VPVpnbUb8Rp9rTHh2w/s1800/Savage,%20Electa(1845-1927).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1215" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO1KHhk4UuEe5r4D28WeqeXucAKHeu_AdX6IoBI3_0pkQzR4SrTiSGUTeXxikb22NIQhlMCvXjLAupZmtTuIjlTiPbSUiPriMxZ-bR6RLaMoht57MFqXbZVJEMdaX73ELYYwLX29DeOOzBxsF77_-yXuEfhNQmMgwO-bcxe4VPVpnbUb8Rp9rTHh2w/s320/Savage,%20Electa(1845-1927).jpg" width="216" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Electa Savage (1845-1927)</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;"> <br /></span><p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium; line-height: 115%;">[The Historic Cooksville Trust, Inc.,
welcomes contributions to the Cooksville Archives and Collections. Contact
Larry Reed at (608) 873-5066.]</span></i><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-86184880619962066622022-01-01T12:05:00.000-06:002022-01-01T12:05:14.970-06:00Cooksville’s Beginnings: 180 Years Ago (1842-2022)<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">T</span><span>he founding of the Village
of Cooksville 180 years ago, in 1842, began a special story of 19</span><sup>th</sup><span>,
20</span><sup>th</sup><span> and 21</span><sup>st</sup><span>century life in Wisconsin, a story that can
still be told today because the Village’s historic rural character is largely preserved.</span><b><span style="color: red;"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The first settlers and
eponymous founders, John and Daniel Cook, arrived in 1840 and platted their Village in1842. The Cook families, however, spent only about ten years in their
Village, migrating further west to Iowa in about 1850. (The historic Cook House
remains in the Village, as does an old metal cow-bell with the name “Cook”
stamped on it.)</span><span> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">The story of the Village
began, of course, before the Cooks arrived.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The land was the home of Native
Americans, with names such as Yahara, Koshkonong, and Waucoma on area water features,
as well as such names as Wiskonsan and the French version, Ouisconsin. After
the French and English departed, the land and its wide prairies and oak
savannas became part of the U.S. Northwest Territory in 1787, which in turn became
a succession of named territories: Indiana, Illinois, Michigan and, finally, the
Wisconsin Territory in</span><b> </b><span>1836.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Cooks’ story began a year
later, in 1837, when the southern part of the Wisconsin Territory land was surveyed
and put on sale to the public by the U.S. Government for $1.25 an acre. That’s
when John and Daniel Cook of Ohio bought 40 acres of land south of the Bad Fish
(or Waucoma) Creek, and, in 1840, the Cook families traveled by ox cart to their
new Territorial property. Apparently, they first built a small log house and
barn and constructed a saw-mill on the creek in order to build a proper house
of sawn lumber in 1842. (The water-powered mill was used for many decades as a
saw-mill and a grist-mill until it burned down in 1905.)</span></p>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhu3TGdZBucKhXce7REY6BNtLN6_KYjWT-_X1lFjiEvrOJvyR38rg5m7dby_t8oDO_S5E8U9PMtzz6h42mbeB-fnS9hiQ-Bgik4EWlHVWCAs-W45y5T61M-6tL6jIfW0LEsOWIi5rcNuK2e5p1mLvevxTKOmUjm4jdkQBNGdHH0xMwpbeu6Qs6tXrqM=s1644" style="font-size: 16pt; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1131" data-original-width="1644" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhu3TGdZBucKhXce7REY6BNtLN6_KYjWT-_X1lFjiEvrOJvyR38rg5m7dby_t8oDO_S5E8U9PMtzz6h42mbeB-fnS9hiQ-Bgik4EWlHVWCAs-W45y5T61M-6tL6jIfW0LEsOWIi5rcNuK2e5p1mLvevxTKOmUjm4jdkQBNGdHH0xMwpbeu6Qs6tXrqM=w400-h275" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: medium;">(Cook House, 1842)</span></b></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">And in 1842, the Cooks officially platted
their new little Village of Cooksville on the prairie next to the creek and soon
sold Village lots to other settlers.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMLTDkK3Yu7eJS4Wg_BNLiw8RmDQhrxLnG2S41Gd99g4QgYpB69s0vrgspu2CYknUU0w9EZjLW9HNsLmDsEbxO57Un0ifUvIa8ohL9QbOYpRtulvoqQnwZNW9MVeYLX34rXRs_-pyrgWlaIOiZDar3Rnz2yeTWOwWKnzS_5VgaeWxug8Obxf4RKJ_N=s327" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="327" data-original-width="255" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMLTDkK3Yu7eJS4Wg_BNLiw8RmDQhrxLnG2S41Gd99g4QgYpB69s0vrgspu2CYknUU0w9EZjLW9HNsLmDsEbxO57Un0ifUvIa8ohL9QbOYpRtulvoqQnwZNW9MVeYLX34rXRs_-pyrgWlaIOiZDar3Rnz2yeTWOwWKnzS_5VgaeWxug8Obxf4RKJ_N=s320" width="250" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">(Daniel Webster, 1834)</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><br /></span></span></div>Another part of Cooksville’s
story also began in 1837, thanks to the famous U.S. Senator Daniel Webster of
Massachusetts. He invested in about 12,000 acres of the newly-opened prairie land
east and north of the Cook brothers. (Apparently, Senator Webster wanted his
sons to eventually move to the newly-opened western land, but they never would.)</span><span> </span><span> </span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1842, another step in
the Village’s history took place: Senator Webster sold about 950 acres of his Wisconsin
land bordering the Cooks’ new Village to Dr. John Porter, his friend and neighbor
in Massachusetts.</span></p>
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhifMk-ehW_SuBiRyT91qbQ4j7Af05IEwIBCbIx2Cx7DoQoTyJAPCHWpdQPrL1zAk3lq8rDwFdg-OMUHeUp4vFfTIYRi5XA_YEkyN109voVilbWDz95HyGUzbi7dFIhAfzhw-4nXFPAPxelgk95WnEbMZF1YY4nz62MXVdnWwvQ6CXw9w8aT_5C8bdh=s1332" style="font-size: 16pt; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="946" data-original-width="1332" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhifMk-ehW_SuBiRyT91qbQ4j7Af05IEwIBCbIx2Cx7DoQoTyJAPCHWpdQPrL1zAk3lq8rDwFdg-OMUHeUp4vFfTIYRi5XA_YEkyN109voVilbWDz95HyGUzbi7dFIhAfzhw-4nXFPAPxelgk95WnEbMZF1YY4nz62MXVdnWwvQ6CXw9w8aT_5C8bdh=w400-h284" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>(Dr. John Porter and his brother, Dr. Isaac Porter</i></b>)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: medium;">Dr. Porter and his nephew,
Joseph K.P. Porter, traveled to Wisconsin via the Great Lakes in 1846 to
inspect his new land. There Dr, Porter, with the assistance of John Cook and a
local land-surveyor from the near-by stagecoach stop of Union, drew up the plat
for a new, large, 14-block Village adjoining Cooksville. Porter’s platted Village was more than four times as large as the Cooks’ Village. Porter named
his new Village “Waucoma,” a name meaning “Clear Water,” and recorded it on July
15, 1846.</span><o:p style="font-size: 16pt;"></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: 16pt; mso-tab-count: 3;"> </span><span style="font-size: 16pt; mso-no-proof: yes;"><v:shape alt="Waucoma map 1846 from 1873 Rock Co. Atlas_NEW.jpg" id="_x0000_i1027" style="height: 379.5pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibility: visible; width: 4in;" type="#_x0000_t75">
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</v:imagedata></v:shape></span><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> </span></span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-size: 16pt; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJtQ9ORQ9RgLZSYoXMmQVDY3xUdbr43IoSNAwME-7hwOUGWn-wjauagYeMLtTROnwLG3vvA7rh2aiaPMkLN6ATT0uY4qH4eBLnj4wMjgdovA_vTk09ln50WYaDQSrpK6cV8Zu36l_bezn7W4cAditLSSFbgGvhJfVsCYA0X8nNn4jANI55o0ZLW5Tx=s1774" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1774" data-original-width="1355" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJtQ9ORQ9RgLZSYoXMmQVDY3xUdbr43IoSNAwME-7hwOUGWn-wjauagYeMLtTROnwLG3vvA7rh2aiaPMkLN6ATT0uY4qH4eBLnj4wMjgdovA_vTk09ln50WYaDQSrpK6cV8Zu36l_bezn7W4cAditLSSFbgGvhJfVsCYA0X8nNn4jANI55o0ZLW5Tx=w305-h400" width="305" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">(Map of Waucoma, 1846)</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><span><span style="mso-tab-count: 4;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;">“Waucoma” was the Indian name
for the creek flowing along the northern edge of the Village and was suggested to
Porter by Governor James Doty. Porter reserved the central block of his Village
as a Public Square, a nod to the tradition in New England. </span><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyfxbtwfXXEA-j0KnErcOTC3tdPgf2fcLK3G9E2Xb9pU_Vm7nLN3iiFZHDz8KzHvTujxwmbnyZX9wvXXJIDM9BnYeHRghzvKzslKfMNUdiaRTZk76vfLJgNkAX-g3gweefF0fJCmMZ714hsuNdz-2vmYdji2vnhmpE303vfGXTaCiZnFqC8DegmW-8=s2195" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1514" data-original-width="2195" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgyfxbtwfXXEA-j0KnErcOTC3tdPgf2fcLK3G9E2Xb9pU_Vm7nLN3iiFZHDz8KzHvTujxwmbnyZX9wvXXJIDM9BnYeHRghzvKzslKfMNUdiaRTZk76vfLJgNkAX-g3gweefF0fJCmMZ714hsuNdz-2vmYdji2vnhmpE303vfGXTaCiZnFqC8DegmW-8=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">(The Cooksville Schoolhouse and Community Center, <br />with a close-up of the Waucoma side of the Cooksville historical marker.)</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Eventually, Dr, Porter's three Porter nephews—Joseph, Isaac and William—would settle in or near Cooksville,
Some early maps used the name Waucoma for the two Villages.</span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Cooks and the Porters
lived side-by-side in their Villages in the Town of Oak, soon re-named the
Town of Porter in 1847. And both Villages still legally retain their names of
Cooksville and Waucoma on the land records.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">In a sense, historic
Cooksville has had two official historic beginnings: one in 1842 by the Cooks and
the other in 1846 by Porter with his adjacent Village of Waucoma. In 1917, the
last officially appointed postmaster for the U.S. Post Office in the Villages apparently was the store-owner on the Cooksville side of Main Street, now
Highway 138, and that’s probably why the Villages retained the name of “Cooksville”
for the community.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFIN7C3jROiDPucquGCQ_P6s-sSzqOERZ8DF7dROG2pxObpUh5-2s8rYJ8261BI3I_R-CcW3tk2NRJrbN_ZIk_l_awZP-msR9Rfq-o87KKWCyKfF_eS3aD9Vj1QNlldJhDxPhXaamUTacKQm2x-GDV7EjZ7PVrvIlVTRLLM6smzbTIL5bG8bC-uAK9=s256" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="240" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFIN7C3jROiDPucquGCQ_P6s-sSzqOERZ8DF7dROG2pxObpUh5-2s8rYJ8261BI3I_R-CcW3tk2NRJrbN_ZIk_l_awZP-msR9Rfq-o87KKWCyKfF_eS3aD9Vj1QNlldJhDxPhXaamUTacKQm2x-GDV7EjZ7PVrvIlVTRLLM6smzbTIL5bG8bC-uAK9=w300-h320" width="300" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">(Map of Cooksville and Waucoma, 1891)</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Because Cooksville-Waucoma was
by-passed by the new boom in railroads in the 1850s, the Village(s) soon became
known as the “Town that Time Forgot.” The lack of a railroad, of course, ended
the Villages’ growth and that's the reason much of its distinctive early mid-19<sup>th</sup>
century pioneer architecture has survived, mostly unspoiled by “progress.” (In
the 20<sup>th</sup> century the Village was once suggested as a perfect
location for an outdoor museum of Wisconsin’s early historic architecture.)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg7uBWPBuI6M9Ets1zVqIj-WURofhh--r8DSVxUWoCDFbYbVVtMD7s871KabS6i-YhdEmsOhfMqb6LnmIN-2b4auEwD4t3cbJ5Gbkm1ueioO6MYbdoT06pi5-ybx2EZt2BiaiCeadlF5kRV3gkBlgKe-4b-yqBVcufcKMFYhzbSkhluUIYLykOfCzH=s3496" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2434" data-original-width="3496" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg7uBWPBuI6M9Ets1zVqIj-WURofhh--r8DSVxUWoCDFbYbVVtMD7s871KabS6i-YhdEmsOhfMqb6LnmIN-2b4auEwD4t3cbJ5Gbkm1ueioO6MYbdoT06pi5-ybx2EZt2BiaiCeadlF5kRV3gkBlgKe-4b-yqBVcufcKMFYhzbSkhluUIYLykOfCzH=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>(Isaac Gallup Porter, 1827-1899)</i></b></span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;">Besides the Cook House
(1842), the homes of Joseph, Isaac and William Porter, nephews of Dr. John Porter, remain, as does the
Cooksville (once the “Waucoma”) Cemetery (1861), the Cooksville Congregational
Church (1879), the Cooksville (once the “Norwegian”) Lutheran Church (1897) and
the Cooksville Schoolhouse (1886). In addition, about 30 other historic homes
and barns of the earliest settlers, as well as archeological sites, remain in
and near the Villages, as does a wealth of documents and photographs.</span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Some of the earliest
settlers’ families in addition to the Cooks and Porters included the Dow,
Hoxie, Seaver, Fisher, Van Vleck, Newman and other families. Some descendents
still live in the area.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Cooksville experienced another
important new "beginning" in the 20<sup>th</sup>-century by being officially recognized
by the National Register of Historic Places, the State Register and the local
government for the community’s well-preserved and well-documented history and historic
architecture. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Thanks to preservation efforts, Cooksville continues to tell the story
of life in 19<sup>th</sup> century Wisconsin.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"> And planning is underway to commemorate the 180th birthday of the historic Village of Cooksville. </span> <span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7NlRlNhKSNk1uEXZN1o5DVslFApFUwj_3DdBwZpQovXW13Er1VIDEEPosL9Dwr9IdGdEq6F2IurUAQJqMnaJTHXAagEwOrXXrs2lJMYS0zWi6_Wv4L75V2glw4HenjvFM0N375WLsI18dMuTwsB3go3O2prfg9C3w1uziZDwcSj3LdkgwU38kYmiv=s1334" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1156" data-original-width="1334" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7NlRlNhKSNk1uEXZN1o5DVslFApFUwj_3DdBwZpQovXW13Er1VIDEEPosL9Dwr9IdGdEq6F2IurUAQJqMnaJTHXAagEwOrXXrs2lJMYS0zWi6_Wv4L75V2glw4HenjvFM0N375WLsI18dMuTwsB3go3O2prfg9C3w1uziZDwcSj3LdkgwU38kYmiv=s320" width="320" /></span></i></b></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: medium;">("Welcome to Historic Cooksville," from Joe, Mary and Larry)</span></i></b></td></tr></tbody></table><span> </span><span> </span><div><span>[Thanks to John Diefenthaler for the recent donation of the photograph of Isaac Gallup Porter.] </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><div><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span># # #</span></div><div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span style="font-size: medium; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span><span style="mso-tab-count: 6;"><span style="font-size: 21.3333px;"> </span> <span style="font-size: medium;"> </span> </span></p></div></div></div>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-75145001986050618622021-07-29T17:10:00.000-05:002021-07-29T17:10:10.993-05:00The 175th Anniversary of the Village of Waucoma (1846-2021), Part of Cooksville<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The year 202</span><span style="font-family: arial;">1 marks the 175</span><sup style="font-family: arial;">th</sup><span style="font-family: arial;"> anniversary of the founding of Cooksville’s larger “sister-village,” the Village of Waucoma, established in1846 by the Porter family of New England.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Waucoma was founded on Wisconsin Territorial land that was first placed on sale by the U.S. Government in 1837 and was quickly purchased by the famous Massachusetts Senator Daniel Webster. Then in 1842, Webster sold 952.22 acres of his new land to his Massachusetts friend and physician, Dr. John Porter for $1,572.00.</span></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi62JiiSj_XFiQx33vAfB2fId4ItCgIIfHA9m2bGSAh54FHIBCU87DLjPm5YoJf-E50-b-2OxmtKQJ0obnGXjpTbjgOAFUOWDXyMfFkkox0btJi-L9id4oI8VxBS39UXokIwA-ZOg82Uwc/s1334/Porter%252C+John+and+Isaac+photos+2021+001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="950" data-original-width="1334" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi62JiiSj_XFiQx33vAfB2fId4ItCgIIfHA9m2bGSAh54FHIBCU87DLjPm5YoJf-E50-b-2OxmtKQJ0obnGXjpTbjgOAFUOWDXyMfFkkox0btJi-L9id4oI8VxBS39UXokIwA-ZOg82Uwc/s320/Porter%252C+John+and+Isaac+photos+2021+001.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Doctors John and Isaac Porter</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In June 1846, Dr. John Porter and his nephew Joseph K.P. Porter, son of his brother Dr. Isaac Porter, travelled to the Wisconsin Territory to inspect his new land. They hired Alanson Vaughn of the nearby Village of Union to survey the land and to draw up the plat of a new, large, 14- block village adjoining the three blocks of the earlier Village of Cooksville adjacent to the west, which had been established in 1842 by John and Daniel Cook. Both villages would share a joint north-south Main Street.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhltvK5ENEMF-21F2l5E8x88ebeJWp_qQfql634420Y5vkayWqwPsri03l98UWQ002ibpshuKQE9vils8s8nN1DXsO9ZFua47s5KT_g-uf8odb2-fmRXOpgNPCqkXBm6qh94rHwPJB80O8/s2048/Map+Waucoma+plat+1846+-1+%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1667" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhltvK5ENEMF-21F2l5E8x88ebeJWp_qQfql634420Y5vkayWqwPsri03l98UWQ002ibpshuKQE9vils8s8nN1DXsO9ZFua47s5KT_g-uf8odb2-fmRXOpgNPCqkXBm6qh94rHwPJB80O8/w325-h400/Map+Waucoma+plat+1846+-1+%25282%2529.jpg" width="325" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1846 Village of Waucoma plat map</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The Porters named their new village “Waucoma,” a name suggested to the Porters by Governor Doty, who said Waucoma was the Native American name for the creek that flowed just north of the two villages. Doty said the name meant “clear water.” The undeserved name “Bad Fish Creek” came later.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvA1mRg2X5ESyjHf2gwJDlsNIot3tVs58UYopj_q7CKxmw3xz-VnqOmOZpm8XFjQo86dDABwZ1uvsmYG856R5BVON-kDGqVH8Wh-F2lVJk2N9x7HxUEnv91qWTMRIdoC9A45hn1yyEWM/s2048/Waucoma+map+1858+001+%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1698" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvA1mRg2X5ESyjHf2gwJDlsNIot3tVs58UYopj_q7CKxmw3xz-VnqOmOZpm8XFjQo86dDABwZ1uvsmYG856R5BVON-kDGqVH8Wh-F2lVJk2N9x7HxUEnv91qWTMRIdoC9A45hn1yyEWM/w331-h400/Waucoma+map+1858+001+%25282%2529.jpg" width="331" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1858 Map of Waucoma with Cooksville on the left<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Waucoma was much larger than next-door Cooksville, which contained about 15 lots or parcels for sale. The new Waucoma village contained 160 lots in 13 blocks, all for sale, with a 14th block reserved as a Public Square for community use, a nod to the New England tradition. The many street names of Waucoma included Washington, Wisconsin, Rock, Water, South and Fourth streets, as well as Webster and Dane. The two villages shared the soon-bustling commercial Main Street area.</span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZCYP7JRdxHcUlEGO7rooust_owetL29HLptM69FPvu4dnclQTRdfdmzNkmlw_Pnbjs7DZAtRCUvhiJWa6rgZ4sfl2tWUbWFzxX3gsTVRDgfVzd5aNEfgdXTZ7JG-5BVNFpMf1UTpj1c/s1774/Waucoma++map+1846+from+1873+Rock+Co.+Atlas_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1774" data-original-width="1355" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ZCYP7JRdxHcUlEGO7rooust_owetL29HLptM69FPvu4dnclQTRdfdmzNkmlw_Pnbjs7DZAtRCUvhiJWa6rgZ4sfl2tWUbWFzxX3gsTVRDgfVzd5aNEfgdXTZ7JG-5BVNFpMf1UTpj1c/w305-h400/Waucoma++map+1846+from+1873+Rock+Co.+Atlas_NEW.jpg" width="305" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">18</span><span style="font-size: medium;">73 Map of Waucoma </span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The name Waucoma appeared on maps for a time because it was much larger than the Cook brothers’ village. The name was also used for the Mason’s “Waucoma Lodge No. 90” of 1858 because it was first located in Waucoma, and for the village’s cemetery originally named Waucoma Cemetery because of its location. (The name was later changed to the “Cooksville Cemetery.”)</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">In 1847, the township name was officially changed from the Town of Oak to the Town of Porter, to honor the Porter family.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Dr. John Porter, like other purchasers of land in the new Western frontier, must have been pleased to buy the choice prairie land where woods, water and fertile wheat-growing soil was plentiful. It would soon become the new home for the Porters, especially the three sons of Dr. Isaac Porter: Isaac, William and Joseph, who would soon settle in Waucoma, or in Cooksville, or near Cooksville.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">The villages, Cooksville and Waucoma, linked by their shared Main Street, attracted many newly-established businesses to accommodate the rush to settle Wisconsin. The villages included about 175 residents at its peak with many nearby farm-owners. However, the new railroads that came to southern Wisconsin by-passed the villages in1857, which, of course, slowed their growth.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">By 1900, the single name of “Cooksville” became popular, and the quiet village was soon called “the town that time forgot.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The two village names, however, still legally exist on land records. The local U.S. Post Office had changed locations from one village to the other during the years</span><span style="font-family: arial;">, depending on which store-owner was appointed as the U.S. Post Master, Then in 1917, the last village Post Office formally closed, and since it had been located on the Cooksville side of Main Street (now State Highway 138), the name of “Cooksville” was commonly accepted for both villages.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7p6Z44izgFOaLoTohilOWp8sEay6OZeKl3NKTwMwBi0VBRiJvH9PVwKK92L8-WNV8-o_gYRngTCeKeP-BERwi6cTKWiFj2gIGsFhiLX81mf7Gm__7w5twvgObpWc9d10deMf1O9bDlQ/s1901/MAP+1904++Cooksville+with+Waucoma.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1901" data-original-width="1705" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7p6Z44izgFOaLoTohilOWp8sEay6OZeKl3NKTwMwBi0VBRiJvH9PVwKK92L8-WNV8-o_gYRngTCeKeP-BERwi6cTKWiFj2gIGsFhiLX81mf7Gm__7w5twvgObpWc9d10deMf1O9bDlQ/w359-h400/MAP+1904++Cooksville+with+Waucoma.jpg" width="359" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">1904 Map of Cooksville, with Waucoma in fine print<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And 175 years later, the Village of Waucoma and the 179-year-old Village of Cooksville, remain as a combined historic village with many original buildings still standing , including historic homes, barns, churches, a schoolhouse, a store, a blacksmith shop, a cemetery, and the historic Public Square Nearby are other important historic buildings.</span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJ2fdWfGXGsFj763DfFHzeGHDSGQPTfdnwaouEEqOXBiEpbnq7OqVZ9eNSgdhmPHEWRWYdI5Cfqojf3pdOyjJB0nxRZ7YPRedjVGFUgbcmvek0kQy_PNbSo-VqBvthsqwS0StAIywJMc/s1285/Cooksville-JKP+Porter+Hse+1895_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="1285" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJ2fdWfGXGsFj763DfFHzeGHDSGQPTfdnwaouEEqOXBiEpbnq7OqVZ9eNSgdhmPHEWRWYdI5Cfqojf3pdOyjJB0nxRZ7YPRedjVGFUgbcmvek0kQy_PNbSo-VqBvthsqwS0StAIywJMc/w400-h269/Cooksville-JKP+Porter+Hse+1895_NEW.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The Joseph K.P. Porter Farmhouse near Cooksville, 1895</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1973, the Cooksville Historic District was listed in the National Register and the State Register of Historic Places, and in 1980 the listings were expanded to include more historic village buildings as well as important places near Cooksville that contribute to what some refer to as “a wee bit of New England in Wisconsin.”</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"> <span> </span> * * * * *</span></o:p></p>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-76172637903367932612021-07-08T11:51:00.000-05:002021-07-08T11:51:41.267-05:00Cooksville Community Celebrates the Fourth of July with El Grito Taqueria <p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">The Village of Cooksville in Rock County celebrated its traditional Fourth of July this year with friends and neighbors---some near and some far---on the village's historic (1846) Public Square, sponsored by the Cooksville Community Center, with help from the El Grito Taqueria. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8x6jBF4CR99tyOXx4mvuk2Ms8KoH2Bb_mBgldjgwQDDnfQTndjYiNh0n0fjksK8foG-It5f5A3nOP1lw9eDWH2Xu6aPz8iGmX57vYXIb3O5LNl9TAswW7dpMdm7np084Dlnf6647zpk/s685/Schoolhouse-DCP_8428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="685" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8x6jBF4CR99tyOXx4mvuk2Ms8KoH2Bb_mBgldjgwQDDnfQTndjYiNh0n0fjksK8foG-It5f5A3nOP1lw9eDWH2Xu6aPz8iGmX57vYXIb3O5LNl9TAswW7dpMdm7np084Dlnf6647zpk/w320-h244/Schoolhouse-DCP_8428.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: medium;">About 50 people attended the event under the shade of the old burr oak trees on a sunny July Fourth Sunday. A few new oak trees have been planted to replace the old oaks and to help conserve the original "oak opening" in what was once a vast "prairie savannah" before the land was opened for sale by the U.S. government in 1837. The historic Cooksville Schoolhouse (1886), home of the Community Center, stands next to the Square. </span></span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHrm-5-DmX0HNvsxGunq4-EELpmblZsCOOKVY2dIGJxfCR9KKcdGkh5flyMrRsPGNXtVmJK-f7P6vMRsEOC9N-gBMHVqY66PS7bv3aCaxhXusZEOvpzYq2wbXCna9CsvC_h7WJhAYXF44/s1494/Public+Square%252C+trees.+picnic+tables+-+2007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="995" data-original-width="1494" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHrm-5-DmX0HNvsxGunq4-EELpmblZsCOOKVY2dIGJxfCR9KKcdGkh5flyMrRsPGNXtVmJK-f7P6vMRsEOC9N-gBMHVqY66PS7bv3aCaxhXusZEOvpzYq2wbXCna9CsvC_h7WJhAYXF44/w400-h266/Public+Square%252C+trees.+picnic+tables+-+2007.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span>The Porter family of Massachusetts, who had purchased this land in 1842 from their neighbor Senator Daniel Webster, established this public "green" square as part of their new "Village of Waucoma" in 1846. The Porters platted their village next-door to the earlier village that the brothers Cook (John and Daniel) had platted in 1842 on land the brothers had purchased from the U.S. Government in 1837. The two historic villages now stand side-by-side. </span><span style="background-color: white;">And the Square remains a public park maintained by the Town of Porter.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTg57KFZtOaYF3hNaRaRQoMdJW12rxzfvW2wNL_hpaW47wYo6DHS1Dpte19HXGLCQkGYDLj69fUUWZt2zr7G0q1JXodpSVlVFix953OBGsDoQPJ9nE3y8VTtCGJiAxkRS0pSfB5H6MeXg/s800/CCC+JULY+4TH+-1-+2021-07-04+at+23.01.05+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="508" data-original-width="800" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTg57KFZtOaYF3hNaRaRQoMdJW12rxzfvW2wNL_hpaW47wYo6DHS1Dpte19HXGLCQkGYDLj69fUUWZt2zr7G0q1JXodpSVlVFix953OBGsDoQPJ9nE3y8VTtCGJiAxkRS0pSfB5H6MeXg/w400-h254/CCC+JULY+4TH+-1-+2021-07-04+at+23.01.05+%25282%2529.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white;"><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzirI8sPcAzI_shw1ulKe1JnpAuoBGp9BgErgNJKQVqvmrcmglJh34M2Rs8A29LjAhr6XKDSymwB13dG_ynJc7BO1DbdzNDQKTU54epsdjn6jlHwfdZqoLYi4aRtbGAwm9b77UZ3tV1O8/s802/CCC+JULY+4TH+-+5+-++2021-07-04.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="502" data-original-width="802" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzirI8sPcAzI_shw1ulKe1JnpAuoBGp9BgErgNJKQVqvmrcmglJh34M2Rs8A29LjAhr6XKDSymwB13dG_ynJc7BO1DbdzNDQKTU54epsdjn6jlHwfdZqoLYi4aRtbGAwm9b77UZ3tV1O8/w400-h250/CCC+JULY+4TH+-+5+-++2021-07-04.png" width="400" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Picnic tables and folding chairs were set up on the grassy Square, or "commons," that occupies the center of the Porters' village layout. </span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCEIItTEYDtuqUae22qVNcV0opjDcRSBjuqAZ_JE4v-XVjBfrkSxQ3o-6gJoifJ5AcutTJmuqiD5LuxUu7sO7hZyoMB_ypIg1o0R01gpL8cBT6rz8HZ1V32VevWrj6fLLw3fJKfscK7Ys/s556/CCC+JULY+FOURTH+2021+BEEBES.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="428" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCEIItTEYDtuqUae22qVNcV0opjDcRSBjuqAZ_JE4v-XVjBfrkSxQ3o-6gJoifJ5AcutTJmuqiD5LuxUu7sO7hZyoMB_ypIg1o0R01gpL8cBT6rz8HZ1V32VevWrj6fLLw3fJKfscK7Ys/w308-h400/CCC+JULY+FOURTH+2021+BEEBES.png" width="308" /></a></div><span style="background-color: transparent;">The special food event at this yea</span><span style="background-color: transparent;">r's Fourth was provided by the generous El Grito Taqueria Food Truck, which served free tacos to the gathered folks. </span><span style="color: #2b273c;">El Grito is inspired by the history and culture of street food from
around the world and caters its food in Madison and the surrounding area, now including Cooksville. </span><p></p></span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0TleCstc7XvTZ3UTh7iVpAkZY3m7MHllzTFF1SVc6CtUmbOCEGEQaVZNpxhwmpJkiFSELRSzHHJIhfUM-a98DASIaVL0TVAgE6n1jDiLTrFwDcvF5FNjI0SufoDo8K4hng7eP8gi1b8/s976/El+Grito+Food+Truck+catering+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="976" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0TleCstc7XvTZ3UTh7iVpAkZY3m7MHllzTFF1SVc6CtUmbOCEGEQaVZNpxhwmpJkiFSELRSzHHJIhfUM-a98DASIaVL0TVAgE6n1jDiLTrFwDcvF5FNjI0SufoDo8K4hng7eP8gi1b8/w400-h240/El+Grito+Food+Truck+catering+pic.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>El Grito at a wedding</i></td></tr></tbody></table></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b273c;"><span>El Grito </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b273c; font-family: georgia;">Taqueria </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b273c; font-family: georgia;"><span>brings the flavors of Mexico
to the streets of Madison---and to a Cooksville picnic---to pay homage
to the Mexican tacos that have been served for generations in the different regions of
Mexico. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b273c; font-family: georgia;">El Grito is passionate about the food it serves and about the Madison area's eclectic
community --- which El Grito is proud to call home.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GxWMQhlx5BIZf1SHoqw4JTnFH5NscaC1TxEwcqyWn9Z5VxX5_Nzuv92PlQ56a1fwaF-nwU5PDSGbQdHhqDm2G-z9KOpBldnWUTC1ZTIOCZYpNbIQIEtGjdyNzUl_dIm5rBb1PS8-rhs/s1500/EL+GRITO+FOOD+TRUCK+MADISON+PHOTO.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1004" data-original-width="1500" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GxWMQhlx5BIZf1SHoqw4JTnFH5NscaC1TxEwcqyWn9Z5VxX5_Nzuv92PlQ56a1fwaF-nwU5PDSGbQdHhqDm2G-z9KOpBldnWUTC1ZTIOCZYpNbIQIEtGjdyNzUl_dIm5rBb1PS8-rhs/w400-h268/EL+GRITO+FOOD+TRUCK+MADISON+PHOTO.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>El Grito in Madison</i></td></tr></tbody></table></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b273c; font-family: georgia;"><span>The proprietor of El Grito is </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b273c; font-family: georgia;">Matthew Danky, who</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b273c; font-family: georgia;"> grew up near Cooksville with his parents, Jim Danky and Christine Schelshorn. And Matthew has now established El Grito's working kitchen in Cooksville's historic General Store (1847).</span></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #2b273c;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>(Thanks to Chris Beebe for providing the photographs of this year's July Fourth picnic.</i>)</span></span></p>
<p></p>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-36258142014445417712021-05-29T12:10:00.004-05:002021-05-30T14:10:32.262-05:00A 1941 NEWSPAPER STORY REPORTS ON THE 4OTH “OLD SETTLERS PICNIC” IN OLD COOKSVILLE<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The “Old Settlers”
picnic reunions of the early Cooksville pioneers and their </span><span>descendants</span><span> made big news in </span><i>The Wisconsin State Journal
</i><span>newspaper in 1941, along with Hitler complaining about Russia and the
University of Wisconsin buying Picnic Point property in Madison.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The Cooksville gatherings,
which began formally in 1901, celebrated the village’s beginnings and commemorated
the first settlers’ successful role in Wisconsin’s early history. These
feelings were especially meaningful as the fast-paced 20</span><sup>th</sup><span> century
took hold of the lives of those 19</span><sup>th</sup><span> century pioneers of the 1840s.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The sentimental annual gatherings
over the years were a time for remembering and sharing the history of the
village. The settlers renewed friendships and celebrated the best of their
difficult but rewarding “pioneer” past, and the picnic provided a time for
recitals, music, plays and reminiscing on the village’s Public Square and in the
old Cooksville Schoolhouse. Some gatherings were held in the old General Store
and in the old Congregational Church, as well.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The first Old Settlers’
Picnic, apparently initiated by Mrs. Belle Lee and Mrs. Ellen Wells Love on
September 26, 1901, took place in the Masonic Lodge above the General Store.
About 150 people, “present and former residents of this pretty rural hamlet,”
attended, according to Irene M. Wells, the village’s newspaper reporter in 1901.</span><span> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZkai2WhXg7BIRa5NtdOa6lw68fsIa2wmCjYOW_J-8Aw4S9Pve8bnXVMWZry5VrWgMv3OiC2zAfUfs2921ndR4lKh7_gCRheAxhMsSXl1qZ4vi4yh0_xd8nVYSwmc_Ja3JMjANtc3cLg/s2048/Old+Settlers+Picnic+Cooksvillle+clip+1941+20210504.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1187" data-original-width="2048" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZkai2WhXg7BIRa5NtdOa6lw68fsIa2wmCjYOW_J-8Aw4S9Pve8bnXVMWZry5VrWgMv3OiC2zAfUfs2921ndR4lKh7_gCRheAxhMsSXl1qZ4vi4yh0_xd8nVYSwmc_Ja3JMjANtc3cLg/w400-h231/Old+Settlers+Picnic+Cooksvillle+clip+1941+20210504.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">[The Wisconsin State Journal, June 22, 1941, page 8.]<br /><br /></span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Forty years later, the </span><i>Wisconsin State Journal</i><span> newspaper
article from Sunday, June 22, 1941, described the 40th of these nostalgic
gatherings with big headlines and several photographs.</span></span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>The major headline read, “</span><span>Clover, Bagpipes, and Coffee Spell Nostalgia at
Cooksville,”</span><span> </span><span>and the smaller sub-headline added, “</span><span>Old Settlers Gather for 40thTime.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Under the top headline were three
large photographs of people at the gathering with this italicized description
underneath:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">“The old, and the
young, and the ‘in between’ had a good Thursday, just getting together at the
annual old settlers’ picnic in Porter’s grove or square near Cooksville.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>One of
the most inconspicuous of the 300 or more persons there was Henry Porter, 81, a
descendent of the family which bought the grove from Daniel Webster, then turned
it over to the township of Porter. Henry is shown at the left above. </span></i><span>[Actually, his photo is on the right. Ed.]<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Next to
him is Webster Webb Johnson, 74, who sounded out one of specials on the
program, a bit of bagpipe music.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There’s
nothing better than a cold drink from a well-worked pump, as the three girls in
the next picture could tell you. Marjorie Nelson, 8, dressed as a boy, is shown
gulping a drink, while her sister, Yvonne, 11, and Norma Hatlen, 6, work the
pump. Before that picture was taken, they had been in a Norwegian song and
dance presentation, with appropriate costumes.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then the 1941 article by Fred
J. Curran with pictures by Robert C. Oething began. Here are some excerpts:</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><o:p> </o:p></span><span>“COOKSVILLE—To anyone who
ever has been near a farm, there is nothing more nostalgic than the smell of
new mown hay, that pungent scent of fresh cut timothy, that cloying odor of
clipped off clover.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">“They had those nostalgic
scents at the 40<sup>th</sup> “old settlers” picnic in the heavily oaked grove
which once belonged to Daniel Webster, back in the days when one of America’s
firsts had more land than he knew what to do with. He sold this.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">“He sold it to the Porter
family, and in 1846, the grove, bounded now by green fields of fresh hay, was
turned over to the town of Porter, It’s known as Cooksville square or grove,
and it’s a grand place for a picnic, as some 300 or so persons could have told
you Thursday afternoon.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Ar-1b-7JowhGKoqMMFgQMO2SNz3PEJRGarl8-9UkA3wujgd3yzNNxwfiqpA55EU5x9kM4xBCR_RbD6Kyw1cX58pOFxO37ebFSd0Kfdvfd3JsuIXLNshf_5WDX3Yl-XCNBOaRpaziaPc/s1772/Cooksville+Old+Settlers+Reunion+picnic+photo+1945.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1362" data-original-width="1772" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Ar-1b-7JowhGKoqMMFgQMO2SNz3PEJRGarl8-9UkA3wujgd3yzNNxwfiqpA55EU5x9kM4xBCR_RbD6Kyw1cX58pOFxO37ebFSd0Kfdvfd3JsuIXLNshf_5WDX3Yl-XCNBOaRpaziaPc/w320-h246/Cooksville+Old+Settlers+Reunion+picnic+photo+1945.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">[Old Settlers picnic of 1945, four of the attendees, left to right, George McGee, 83; Frank Newman, 93; James Gillis, 95; and Webster Johnson,80.]</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">“The third Thursday in June
is the time for this remembering get-together, and the folks come from all
around, from as far away as Madison and Chicago. They don’t forget home.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><o:p> </o:p></span>“The grove is about six miles
south of Stoughton. It has no signs, no billboards. It just has old oak trees
and, now, the new mown hay.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>“Thursday they didn’t go in
so much for historical speeches, but mostly visited and listened to a varied
program of entertainment.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-5WnVVjsdntCOey477cwcbr70SIcDtLFZpLfLmfhbUDCCvIY30KT6biD71iy6Kjroy3-mvL8CsWDhjV2Uc04XNdDOkQFZGK6hjbrSKvVOiKgzbQ5xBRQEidkPGihYbIUfhNjaJU4qvw/s1736/Old+Settlers+postcard+invitation+1946+001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1019" data-original-width="1736" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-5WnVVjsdntCOey477cwcbr70SIcDtLFZpLfLmfhbUDCCvIY30KT6biD71iy6Kjroy3-mvL8CsWDhjV2Uc04XNdDOkQFZGK6hjbrSKvVOiKgzbQ5xBRQEidkPGihYbIUfhNjaJU4qvw/w400-h235/Old+Settlers+postcard+invitation+1946+001.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">[A 1946 Old Settlers Picnic postcard invitation.]</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">“At least at one time, the
only historical reference came when Alex Richardson, president of the old
settlers group, let out that he had just been telling a reporter about Daniel
Webster and the Porter place, and would Henry Porter, a descendent of the
family, please let the photographer know where he was.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><o:p> </o:p></span>“Henry did.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><o:p> </o:p></span>“Henry is 81, and the son of
Isaac Porter, who was the brother of John Porter. Like all the other men at the
picnic, Henry was comfortable in his shirtsleeves… Everybody just came and had
a good time. They brought their own lunches, and got ice cream and coffee.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><o:p> </o:p></span>“One of the special
attractions on the program was the bag-pipe playing of Webster “Webb” Johnson…
Other scheduled attractions were music by the Brooklyn band… dances by rural
school pupils… But probably the best of the program was the chance to get
together again, in shirt sleeves and suspenders, or in the modern sun-suits of
the young.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span><o:p> </o:p></span>“And always around was the
unforgettable scent of the new mown hay, a sign another year for everyone’s
life.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><i><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></i><i><span style="font-size: medium;">So ends the article of the 1941 Old Settlers Picnic in Cooksville....</span>.</i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqpmPhnBKgiszTJ85XTy_H5Gtmm-ZGfb-tHyPctsQwT-Kz4mpvkVRTGWyur3npMB_NBM93wdHE3b1b58WPfBK7GRd1uRmPw6IBHiLLCcTGHYH6-HN31itkhJwty2AQLMjOILIyDFXTkCg/s2048/Old+Settlers+Picnic+leaflet-1928.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1590" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqpmPhnBKgiszTJ85XTy_H5Gtmm-ZGfb-tHyPctsQwT-Kz4mpvkVRTGWyur3npMB_NBM93wdHE3b1b58WPfBK7GRd1uRmPw6IBHiLLCcTGHYH6-HN31itkhJwty2AQLMjOILIyDFXTkCg/w310-h400/Old+Settlers+Picnic+leaflet-1928.jpg" width="310" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: medium;">[The 1928 Cooksville Picnic flyer, planning for 500 people.]</span></i></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><i>[Note: The 1941 Wisconsin State Journal newspaper (all 28 pages) with this story was provided by John Diefenthaler, the grandson of Henry Porter, who is described in the article. John is a Board member of the Historic Cooksville Trust.]</i></span><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span>* * * * * </span><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p><i><br /></i></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;"><o:p><i><br /></i></o:p></span></p>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-30673852181011203732021-04-24T10:26:00.005-05:002021-04-24T14:22:55.254-05:00Remembering Karl E. Wolter (1930-2021)<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPql6UqsboMF8voEKfgU8o2Ak7mEhtZFy4N7ja4pV-SNeoSFPQGCNgSB8ibcvJtBXGR5DRR-ZAM36PkjGIbcZ7gUmOZHeuL4lqT4Idom2dP7FtZhcH6rim3NEPZ6JppAJFcHmJRUwMEM4/s1447/Karl+Wolter+photo+04192021.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1447" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPql6UqsboMF8voEKfgU8o2Ak7mEhtZFy4N7ja4pV-SNeoSFPQGCNgSB8ibcvJtBXGR5DRR-ZAM36PkjGIbcZ7gUmOZHeuL4lqT4Idom2dP7FtZhcH6rim3NEPZ6JppAJFcHmJRUwMEM4/s320/Karl+Wolter+photo+04192021.jpg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Karl E. Wolter</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Karl Erich Wolter, a longtime resident of Cooksville,
died on April 5, 2021, after a 90-year-long active, productive and fulfilled
life.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Karl had discovered the Village of Cooksville—and his first
new village friends, Marvin Raney and Chester Holway—in the 1960s. He soon bought
a 10-acre garden-property from Chester next to the village with an old house on
it, and in 1967 Karl moved to the village from Madison.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Karl had come to Wisconsin in 1958, living in Madison and
studying at the University of Wisconsin. He began working at the nearby U.S.
Forest Products Laboratory in 1963, and finished his Ph.D. in 1964 in the study
of botany and plant physiology. Karl continued his work at the Lab, “developing
a tissue culture system for the propagation of superior tree species from
single cell cultures,” as he described it. </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1U2O5zbvACkH5vXLEEHgZ2D1VORddmOUsEJi2GBvg_8Ld4SnF7JmYmrT5G1QAHbNlUMLdMrXAeJyvXObh3KoTZGXFoJFoxH8Ef5VwZz4eDejJYpHjfgvyEA8e1tlVFzR4vHNR-cE0aw/s2048/KARL+WOLTER+w+potted+flower.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1535" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1U2O5zbvACkH5vXLEEHgZ2D1VORddmOUsEJi2GBvg_8Ld4SnF7JmYmrT5G1QAHbNlUMLdMrXAeJyvXObh3KoTZGXFoJFoxH8Ef5VwZz4eDejJYpHjfgvyEA8e1tlVFzR4vHNR-cE0aw/s320/KARL+WOLTER+w+potted+flower.jpeg" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Karl and a potted plant</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">His discovery of Cooksville in the early 1960s —with its
enthusiastic gardeners, active social circle, plant specialists, and
tree-lovers— was meant to be.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Karl rehabilitated the old house on his 10-acres and
began restoring, re-working and expanding the property’s previous plantings,
adding many special and unusual trees. He established a prairie and a large
vegetable garden and enjoyed the existing woods and the nearby Badfish Creek And
he and friends enjoyed his new, heated, Finnish-style sauna at the edge of the
woods.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWEnhHPuV5Uu1h5N2jttmQDpnvQZ_PSsX0Vza_MSX5SZBkpStPFXzosZIiolswR-3lgMRZOOgrGNCV2FEB1Ph6JdeHsgcU-QeTh_qqoeh-loToPR-hwS55zb_yMez99c6xjRKjuv18Coc/s960/Karl+-+lumberjack++041921.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWEnhHPuV5Uu1h5N2jttmQDpnvQZ_PSsX0Vza_MSX5SZBkpStPFXzosZIiolswR-3lgMRZOOgrGNCV2FEB1Ph6JdeHsgcU-QeTh_qqoeh-loToPR-hwS55zb_yMez99c6xjRKjuv18Coc/s320/Karl+-+lumberjack++041921.jpg" /></span></a></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Born in 1930, in the South Bronx, New York City, of German
immigrant parents, Karl grew up a city-boy who loved nature. He was drafted
into the U.S. Army and served as a Captain in Korea in 1950-52 in a medical
unit. After completing his undergraduate work at
Syracuse on the G.I. Bill, Karl received a scholarship to the
UW-Madison near the Forest Products Lab where he soon began working,
studying and experimenting full-time, as well as teaching and traveling as part of his specialized study of plant growth and wood microbiology </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">and completing his doctorate. </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">In the
early 1980s, he was invited to teach in Japan, where he spent a year and a half.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Karl retired from the Forest Products Lab in 1986. He spent
his time at home gardening, advising neighbors and visitors, and socializing
with his large group of friends in and near the historic Village of Cooksville,
as well as with Madison friends. His July picnics and his famous Christmas
wreath-making parties (with pine branches trimmed from his pine trees, of
course) were big and popular. And Karl served for several years on the Planning
and Zoning Commission of the Town of Porter where Cooksville is located. </span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbRYbti6nGS4714CLaGB71VJLVoPSYQXe2nhHMK4NCFhsezkv22WRAYelj4mfZtncp40tRWLkfpz3lg6Z3IwKA6dwK5j2AM2jqXnuo4XXdFIi4zIw4SNOkE8SjpY94V5fgjq-Ugf9Ye2I/s640/Karl+-+Morocco+garden.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbRYbti6nGS4714CLaGB71VJLVoPSYQXe2nhHMK4NCFhsezkv22WRAYelj4mfZtncp40tRWLkfpz3lg6Z3IwKA6dwK5j2AM2jqXnuo4XXdFIi4zIw4SNOkE8SjpY94V5fgjq-Ugf9Ye2I/s320/Karl+-+Morocco+garden.jpeg" width="320" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Karl in a Moroccan garden</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Many of Karl’s friends were avid horticulturists, nature
lovers, preservationists and conservationists, world travelers, artists, and music
and opera-lovers, like himself. Retirement was a busy and enjoyable time.</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEskdBQgou5y8WOTAxmHKLk6rMoMsRBuLA2RkFRhcZMl6lTQ9wDmBNz3tFEoCzTA6UUoxcNruIRXLdBG7EHMz5nm7xJWO5fp1ZFww6natlPLhCuMGJir5BiX-uXo8ppgG9OYR5vQVknK4/s1190/Karl+and+Patrick+posing+-+041921.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1190" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEskdBQgou5y8WOTAxmHKLk6rMoMsRBuLA2RkFRhcZMl6lTQ9wDmBNz3tFEoCzTA6UUoxcNruIRXLdBG7EHMz5nm7xJWO5fp1ZFww6natlPLhCuMGJir5BiX-uXo8ppgG9OYR5vQVknK4/s320/Karl+and+Patrick+posing+-+041921.jpg" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Karl and Patrick</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">In 1989, Karl met his partner, Patrick Comfert, and
together they expanded their “farm,” tended their gardens and the trails that
led across their prairie and through the woods under the shade of their old and
new trees and through beds of newly-planted wild flowers. Karl and Patrick’s rescued
and rehabilitated animals— they filled the barn, roamed the pasture and prairie,
birds gathered in trees, and many creatures gathered on their backyard deck to
greet guests—and some lived inside Karl and Patrick’s home, as well.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAFVAUtdHSpgtD1KBNOl3tDWs3nsGyEOStQYOJPnCyhfhRn1lTXzpnW2SvGk8mkBRBNO0O-N23Vm0s5zSOFoE8X6chQ6ejZdhFTEz8ggpGG9YCq7xDEVqXrB4jDtV8t3AThMrw9C0vdI/s2048/KARL+WOLTER+feeding++fawns.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1293" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAFVAUtdHSpgtD1KBNOl3tDWs3nsGyEOStQYOJPnCyhfhRn1lTXzpnW2SvGk8mkBRBNO0O-N23Vm0s5zSOFoE8X6chQ6ejZdhFTEz8ggpGG9YCq7xDEVqXrB4jDtV8t3AThMrw9C0vdI/w253-h400/KARL+WOLTER+feeding++fawns.jpeg" width="253" /></span></a></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;">Karl, sometimes called “Eric” by old acquaintances, will
be remembered fondly by many friends and probably by many other thankful
animals and pets. </span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPsBE4oYdGsAj0fYPGW_9R9PoXGr4L-S3Fd1a5Y6cDlJ5zmvRLSUu_LUd3-ZF947OjeA8OR2c1-dxetNrakQy34fsJPjI6VZ21_avFNuQEueSoz0xXsbPg50wFASb_9mNHUACnWCeUyc/s2048/KARL+WOLTER+sunset.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPsBE4oYdGsAj0fYPGW_9R9PoXGr4L-S3Fd1a5Y6cDlJ5zmvRLSUu_LUd3-ZF947OjeA8OR2c1-dxetNrakQy34fsJPjI6VZ21_avFNuQEueSoz0xXsbPg50wFASb_9mNHUACnWCeUyc/s320/KARL+WOLTER+sunset.jpeg" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"> </span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiufR_6Mb0zbw1W-P0r2q8gpWDmFMn7O7ntt66UFQdI3PmVQ6czNI2GcUNEs3axPDl8a8lWkxnurzNeNIFKu2X9cFPo1Q31yjhrfBamFfhERCP7ea5U12b72Ft3qBH4l4N-WQUBaVHIRt8/s2048/KARL+WOLTER+in+woods+w+cane.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiufR_6Mb0zbw1W-P0r2q8gpWDmFMn7O7ntt66UFQdI3PmVQ6czNI2GcUNEs3axPDl8a8lWkxnurzNeNIFKu2X9cFPo1Q31yjhrfBamFfhERCP7ea5U12b72Ft3qBH4l4N-WQUBaVHIRt8/s320/KARL+WOLTER+in+woods+w+cane.jpeg" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;"><br />Fond memories, Karl....thanks.</span><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><i>Larry Reed, Cooksville</i></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"> </p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"> </p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p> </o:p></p><p><br /></p>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-42062265929087298772021-03-03T12:58:00.008-06:002021-04-24T09:21:50.269-05:00SUSAN PORTER REMEMBERS HER GRANDMOTHER<p> <span style="font-size: medium;">In 1929, Susan Malvina Porter
of Cooksville wrote a remembrance—or a “sketch,” as she called it— of her Grandmother,
Amey Pitman Potter Porter (1789-1871). Susan recited her story as part of a
family reunion or part of the many popular annual “Old Settlers Picnics” held
in the village. And she may have used the Cooksville Cemetery as a backdrop for
her story.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIx2LHrL_OgySPYh3dny0Po-421DOEcv97b-W_T8zgNNjm66Zt5SEKmTN7Vu-d5H1KYHcrhpn6Vv6hon2XAjoplmdqDIp93JX3x0wN6rZYkZNNCeaH0FekDVAFrM7DZNq3AyZCuqzkwY/s1285/Porter%252C+Susan+%25281859-1939%2529+photo+c.1920s_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1285" data-original-width="811" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIx2LHrL_OgySPYh3dny0Po-421DOEcv97b-W_T8zgNNjm66Zt5SEKmTN7Vu-d5H1KYHcrhpn6Vv6hon2XAjoplmdqDIp93JX3x0wN6rZYkZNNCeaH0FekDVAFrM7DZNq3AyZCuqzkwY/w253-h400/Porter%252C+Susan+%25281859-1939%2529+photo+c.1920s_NEW.jpg" width="253" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Susan Porter (1859-1939)</span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-size: medium;">Grandmother Amey Porter was
born in Rhode Island and married Dr. Isaac Porter (1783-1854). They had three
children: William Micaiah, Joseph Kinnicutt, Phebe Rebecca and Isaac Gallup. The
family decided to settle in the new lands of Wisconsin, but unfortunately when
Dr, Porter traveled later to join his family in Wisconsin, he acquired cholera
from an ill boat passenger whom he had treated on the voyage through the Great
Lakes. The Porters’ daughter Phebe, unfortunately, also died of cholera that
same year. After the deaths, Grandmother Amey continued to live in Wisconsin
with her sons.</span><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Susan Porter (1859-1939) was
the daughter of William Micaiah Porter (1818-1891), one of the three Porter
brothers born to Amey in Massachusetts. All three brothers eventually settled
in and near Cooksville. William had traveled to South America (his diary of that
trip is in the Cooksville Archives) and came to Cooksville in 1849, but soon
joined the Gold Rush to California. He <span style="display: none; mso-hide: all;">eHe</span>returned
in 1852 and married Aura Virginia Wheeler (1832-1884) in nearby Green County.
William and Aura lived there before settling down in Cooksville, near William’s
two brothers. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Susan was a life-long teacher
in various southern Wisconsin communities. She wrote this brief story about her
Grandmother, which provides glimpses of early life in the Wisconsin frontier
settlement established by the Porters in 1846 on land they had purchased from
the famous Senator Daniel Webster. The Porters named their newly-platted village
“Waucoma,” which they located next to John and Daniel Cook’s earlier Village of
Cooksville platted in 1842.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: medium;">Here is Susan’s hand-written story
from 1929, titled “Amey Pitman Potter Porter.” <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><b style="font-family: times; font-size: large;">"Our Grandmother,
Amey Pitman Potter Porter, was born 140 years ago in Providence, R. I., that is,
in 1789, six years after the Revolutionary War ended. She was the daughter of
Capt. Wm. Potter and Amey Pitman. Capt. Wm. Potter raised a company in
Providence, R. I., was chosen Lieut, but acted as captain, and then marched
during the night to join the force at Boston. They had already reached
Dorchester Heights when the battle of Bunker Hill had begun.</b><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjigVFs2ZBZ7GsS92jDoiljwDk6o1SWPUcEMTtEfKPNRvUJeYC90Xx3f69gimpYGtcpmYXXAZzHrtjFW7MrO-Gndvkn6cnpK93iC7eDTDspUog-G0-Ss1bAzBD1-r6sk3oB55iCubAhNeQ/s1684/Porter%252C+Amy+Pitman+Potter+DAR+Plaque+100_2045+%25282%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1684" data-original-width="1169" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjigVFs2ZBZ7GsS92jDoiljwDk6o1SWPUcEMTtEfKPNRvUJeYC90Xx3f69gimpYGtcpmYXXAZzHrtjFW7MrO-Gndvkn6cnpK93iC7eDTDspUog-G0-Ss1bAzBD1-r6sk3oB55iCubAhNeQ/w278-h400/Porter%252C+Amy+Pitman+Potter+DAR+Plaque+100_2045+%25282%2529.JPG" width="278" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Amey Porter's D.A.R. plaque in the Cooksville Cemetery</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><b><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;">Our Grandmother, Amey
Pitman Potter Porter, was the oldest daughter of Capt. Wm. Potter in a family
of eight. She had great beauty and intelligence. After she returned from
Boarding School, she had many suitors who sought her in marriage. The
successful wooer was Dr. Isaac Porter, at that time a student in Brown
University, Providence. He took his degree from Brown in 1808 and received his
medical degree from Dartmouth College in 1814.</span></span></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;">Our Grandmother, Amey
Pitman Potter Porter, was married to Dr. Isaac Porter in 1817. They established
a home at Charlton, Mass., fifty miles from Boston. Four children were born to
them: William, Joseph, Phebe Rebecca, and Isaac.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""></span></b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZlZ_PbcCE3MjEP1UXv1uM36nesSuSgnisC497VLxLNpjXYVEfGt0l5kaqZOOHVXPUjmTqzoWxq3Jr_vcRHGzQDYXgtSF8lTN0BHQ7BHGsoJCAbRHc7h88CdFnGAI94q1XgRm-sZoyCEw/s1635/Porter%252C+William+-c1860++tintype+portrait+-2021.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1635" data-original-width="1255" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZlZ_PbcCE3MjEP1UXv1uM36nesSuSgnisC497VLxLNpjXYVEfGt0l5kaqZOOHVXPUjmTqzoWxq3Jr_vcRHGzQDYXgtSF8lTN0BHQ7BHGsoJCAbRHc7h88CdFnGAI94q1XgRm-sZoyCEw/w308-h400/Porter%252C+William+-c1860++tintype+portrait+-2021.jpg" width="308" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />William Micaiah Porter (1818-1891), son of Amey.: Susan Porter's father</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></div><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""></span></b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3tX_MmXGxgGoo8-4PxX3XFON801A-ZNiwMxZIrQ23-XIEup-3KUb_eQkiL7orWqhm5JbzIbFAuwtAIQ3sgCpmHLrASQsBntETfLTODo_PhP8ghHsCtFNXJwrdzgK9hndHLx8YtffEklg/s1378/Cooksville-Eliza+and+Joseph+Porter+c1895_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="942" data-original-width="1378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3tX_MmXGxgGoo8-4PxX3XFON801A-ZNiwMxZIrQ23-XIEup-3KUb_eQkiL7orWqhm5JbzIbFAuwtAIQ3sgCpmHLrASQsBntETfLTODo_PhP8ghHsCtFNXJwrdzgK9hndHLx8YtffEklg/s320/Cooksville-Eliza+and+Joseph+Porter+c1895_NEW.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Joseph K.P. Porter (1819-1907) son of Amey, and wife Ann Eliza Porter</span></td></tr></tbody></table><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif"">..<br /><br /></span><br /></b><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1360" data-original-width="934" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_okQT63S6N48hXA7lIf0yqjRq2VsxlAn3EyeZy4RwCQGxHzJJc-C1tSJ-GKvtmQTaNKF2wxLwYrVedaZ3i-HKiPQ0kmJf0WLPZEHUZfn_MvWs6B8cwV_7c6l7aMme4OwD4HWT8xHIoUk/w275-h400/Porter%252C+Isaac%25281827-1899%2529+and+Anna+%25281827-1866%2529_NEW.jpg" width="275" /></b></div><p></p><br /><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"></b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b style="text-align: left;"></b><span style="font-size: medium;">Isaac Gallup Porter (1827-1899), son of Amey, and his wife, Anna (1827-1866)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;">Dr. Porter was especially
skilled in surgery and much of his practice was in Boston. Our Grandmother was
proud of her able husband, but she longed for more of his companionship in
their home. She always encouraged her sons to take up the independent life of a
farmer.</span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;">The Middle West was
beckoning. Wisconsin had a fair name.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;">This very spot on which
the Cemetery is located is a part of the area taken up by Daniel Webster in
1837. He planned to have his sons establish an estate here. They were not of
that mind. In 1842, he sold the land to his friend and physician, Dr. John
Porter, brother of Dr. Isaac Porter. He had six sons whom he expected to place
upon this area. The Golden West lured them, and they settled in California.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;">The sons of Dr. Isaac and
Amey Pitman Potter Porter bought these fair acres and reared their families
here. But to go back to Massachusetts: The whole family decided to migrate to
Wisconsin. Dr. Porter was detained by business.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;">And now a crushing blow
fell upon our Grandmother. As Dr. Isaac Porter was voyaging to Wisconsin, a
case of Asiatic cholera developed on the boat. He volunteered to care for the
patient.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;">When he reached Porter,
Wis., he fell ill. As he rested on his bed the day of his arrival at Porter, he
looked over the broad fields of golden grain and said to his son, “William, if
it should be that I have but a few days to live, I am thankful I am here to see
this rich and beautiful land.” In three days he had passed to the other shore—a
victim of Asiatic cholera.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;">But this was not the only
sorrow that came to our Grandmother. In three weeks her only daughter, Phebe
Rebecca—dearly beloved and lovely in mind and heart—was stricken with the same
dread disease, Asiatic cholera, and died.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""></span></b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5nAfL5D916zbzVMzPsH-iUKi4xie8dB-z7pR9HLDhoqWr5obtZoog2j0H6ZQZglSeIgyGv1uoSEt4HpBVzsg48-2oOhKsQ4x3nLMQ7ut3lcdmN31zuEdeqgF95WgUOsJVqd5TyfhGNc/s2048/Painting+-+Phoebe+Porter+portrait+100_1542.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1663" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5nAfL5D916zbzVMzPsH-iUKi4xie8dB-z7pR9HLDhoqWr5obtZoog2j0H6ZQZglSeIgyGv1uoSEt4HpBVzsg48-2oOhKsQ4x3nLMQ7ut3lcdmN31zuEdeqgF95WgUOsJVqd5TyfhGNc/w325-h400/Painting+-+Phoebe+Porter+portrait+100_1542.JPG" width="325" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Phebe Porter (1824-1854)</span></td></tr></tbody></table><b><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;">Grandmother weakened in
body under these great sorrows, but she was a true daughter of a Revolutionary
soldier and her spirit was not quenched: she lived seventeen years after these
sad events.</span></span></b><p></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;">She used to sit by the
fireside in her black silk dress and white lace cap and kerchief and cheer and
advise her sons as they met the difficulties of pioneer life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;">Grandmother was over fond
of her grandchildren and because she thought we were so dear and good, we tried
to be.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Blessing and being blessed, Grandmother
finally said good-bye to us and passed to the house not made with hands.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""Segoe UI Semilight","sans-serif""></span></b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaehBLF0M2x4xw1iIFZaZa5XFshiFZgQFujFR1MtWPuwLg5Tv5iVM3lWj0g9LVMmflLvNw6ovkLeriXQZ80P1AhixpUQOCW4XSmOIfNt5bIix5xCyubzge9Ea7bhxo6eXJRRZEkYx2xwA/s2105/Porter%252C+Amy++family+tombstone+100_2047.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2105" data-original-width="842" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaehBLF0M2x4xw1iIFZaZa5XFshiFZgQFujFR1MtWPuwLg5Tv5iVM3lWj0g9LVMmflLvNw6ovkLeriXQZ80P1AhixpUQOCW4XSmOIfNt5bIix5xCyubzge9Ea7bhxo6eXJRRZEkYx2xwA/w160-h400/Porter%252C+Amy++family+tombstone+100_2047.JPG" width="160" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Amey Porter's tombstone, Cooksville Cemetery</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: medium;">So concludes Susan Porter’s story of her Grandmother,
which she apparently recited at an event in the old Waucoma Cemetery (now the
Cooksville Cemetery) where many of the Porter family members are buried.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRqD3V5cXVcHwdvUomAqiPVyAssTsDRPURruccqaFdggceT-Oxzx9twJ5Usxgmc9i7xh1n5ZUBlwC1Rwvnby6n9Slsj8n4Ngut3iC93Wl_1U3RxxtM4w41aLYGGnOKhyphenhyphenQ5_pNUmUSuSA/s988/Susan+Porter+photo+1938.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="988" data-original-width="687" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVRqD3V5cXVcHwdvUomAqiPVyAssTsDRPURruccqaFdggceT-Oxzx9twJ5Usxgmc9i7xh1n5ZUBlwC1Rwvnby6n9Slsj8n4Ngut3iC93Wl_1U3RxxtM4w41aLYGGnOKhyphenhyphenQ5_pNUmUSuSA/w279-h400/Susan+Porter+photo+1938.jpg" width="279" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Susan Porter at home in Cooksville, 1938</span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: medium;">More such stories of the early village settlers written
by relatives would be nice to have. Even now, stories of more recent or
present-day people living in or near Cooksville in the Town of Porter would be
welcome additions to the Archives, for future generations to read and enjoy.</span></p>
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Cambria, serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">* *
* * *</span><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></p>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-32895452866047371282021-01-08T15:28:00.010-06:002021-01-08T16:07:19.858-06:00Cooksville Archives and Collections: More Images<p><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Here are more images from the Cooksville Archives and Collections, documenting, in part, the history of the village since the 1840s to the present...</span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyx4YIOKoA3p9SP1hySirfk22Y376uCgn7O5AoFbZPrS3nE16pr5opOm728RrYL0aueBY5jall5endYXCn2GXYlEY2PdY3k-5Y_E3zFolSL22EWPew7j1bxTxzxUFMTUoz-I1g4Jv3sOs/s2048/Badfish+Creek-+Pupils+Plea+to+Save+1954+clipping_NEW_0001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1109" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyx4YIOKoA3p9SP1hySirfk22Y376uCgn7O5AoFbZPrS3nE16pr5opOm728RrYL0aueBY5jall5endYXCn2GXYlEY2PdY3k-5Y_E3zFolSL22EWPew7j1bxTxzxUFMTUoz-I1g4Jv3sOs/w346-h640/Badfish+Creek-+Pupils+Plea+to+Save+1954+clipping_NEW_0001.jpg" width="346" /></b></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Cooksville School Class, 1954: "Save the Badfish Creek"</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vj-Wk415VtpcYqwdgjDtqek1irbHTz6MI90VNOGtardwW7ACH2OY4jrQ02v1Cz6LkaYZ3VabPqRIHniOrHPfrXws1iY8Rh8IzrS6r2ZYhF0aD7IF7sCgLx_N423EVsCxGf7uWfKh5s4/s800/Eddie+Julseth+in+the+store.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="509" data-original-width="800" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vj-Wk415VtpcYqwdgjDtqek1irbHTz6MI90VNOGtardwW7ACH2OY4jrQ02v1Cz6LkaYZ3VabPqRIHniOrHPfrXws1iY8Rh8IzrS6r2ZYhF0aD7IF7sCgLx_N423EVsCxGf7uWfKh5s4/w320-h204/Eddie+Julseth+in+the+store.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Eddie Julseth (1915-2011), Cooksville General Store owner.</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoISpFTo8-aMKKZbRea1chpIu9Ch0dl40RRbTqMSBvM_HQ7K3_S64MZafcvND0dkyC8n-tVgiq8OSsG-XqTCQZuzsg3LxLRVjIQ4P0q-LoyEtxH2YM4jo-L6Teg6_sA3_poe2LSifvd78/s2048/Cooksville+Store+Katie+and+Dennis+Ehle+04241987+news+photo+001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="1604" data-original-width="2048" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoISpFTo8-aMKKZbRea1chpIu9Ch0dl40RRbTqMSBvM_HQ7K3_S64MZafcvND0dkyC8n-tVgiq8OSsG-XqTCQZuzsg3LxLRVjIQ4P0q-LoyEtxH2YM4jo-L6Teg6_sA3_poe2LSifvd78/w400-h314/Cooksville+Store+Katie+and+Dennis+Ehle+04241987+news+photo+001.jpg" width="400" /></b></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Katie and Dennis Ehle in the Cooksville General Store, owners, photo c.1987.</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeBSuMa0CcPDXQd-BunXZUOw8QTFhP_CtR21MEegONTAKejVW6L6856WDTc4_9A7DPudJN2j5Qv5IjvGsYF5G2m3KxucUSyHr-U2HGKI_3jMlz-1pfO3CwGuBOWUsaJUjkE04pMr5hLU/s1972/Savage%252C+John%252C+China++with+childrenc1944+NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1663" data-original-width="1972" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeBSuMa0CcPDXQd-BunXZUOw8QTFhP_CtR21MEegONTAKejVW6L6856WDTc4_9A7DPudJN2j5Qv5IjvGsYF5G2m3KxucUSyHr-U2HGKI_3jMlz-1pfO3CwGuBOWUsaJUjkE04pMr5hLU/s320/Savage%252C+John%252C+China++with+childrenc1944+NEW.jpg" width="320" /></a><b style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></b></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>John Savage (1879-1967) with Chinese children, c.1944, where he designed the Three Gorges Dam on the Yangtze River. John grew up in Cooksville with its three dams on the Badfish Creek.</b><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76t_MeGBsWdqLw0k3wJJoHLP9CwykHQPsZxMKv_Z0ab_bkMrXRjKB6529s2KcEhC7FnoogbRDksmvhreAz1-5mVbA_UIraj5uBzxMZRTn1uLmWrWh2CZae9E4YtwO0DA7hz6M_U8nzs0/s1808/Savage%252C+John+-+Larry+donating+material+to+China-dam+project+001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1184" data-original-width="1808" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76t_MeGBsWdqLw0k3wJJoHLP9CwykHQPsZxMKv_Z0ab_bkMrXRjKB6529s2KcEhC7FnoogbRDksmvhreAz1-5mVbA_UIraj5uBzxMZRTn1uLmWrWh2CZae9E4YtwO0DA7hz6M_U8nzs0/s320/Savage%252C+John+-+Larry+donating+material+to+China-dam+project+001.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Larry Reed signing the Three Gorges Dam Museum <br />guest book after donating John Savage materials <br />from Cooksville to China in 2000</b></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLOpzXO7xB-QlxiG3iRCy1HwcIwyQY_J3jveUnefhOLmyxKyRDTEoz5t_37qqWnkmucCy3gCXD3wvTNcaHsNe5PyAW2ixJn7r9tP3LzQKktpFvSGZ1KI8-HuTiBwEKvpyjE9_oa7YYIM/s612/Larry+and+15+Cooksvillians%252C+Wilde+artworks-2010.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="612" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTLOpzXO7xB-QlxiG3iRCy1HwcIwyQY_J3jveUnefhOLmyxKyRDTEoz5t_37qqWnkmucCy3gCXD3wvTNcaHsNe5PyAW2ixJn7r9tP3LzQKktpFvSGZ1KI8-HuTiBwEKvpyjE9_oa7YYIM/s320/Larry+and+15+Cooksvillians%252C+Wilde+artworks-2010.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"></td><td style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Most of the subjects of John Wilde's "15 Cooksvillians" painting and print, at the Schoolhouse, 1997.<br /><br /><br />Bob and Martha Degner's Cooksville Float on their historic truck.<br /></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYy8Nsd2XTQrUKU4I3yLUbadM_dDNZ0BNLkwBYzfOmWaolS7O_5deKO6g-0l0BmqPTEscuHN8stqsXYOJYG8ZXHBAb1uHD4u2BiUw10ySS586tGEWc8oOozl8U6aAI1vxK35b4snBpTmQ/s2048/Degners%252C+Bob+and+Martha+w+Cooksville+Truck.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYy8Nsd2XTQrUKU4I3yLUbadM_dDNZ0BNLkwBYzfOmWaolS7O_5deKO6g-0l0BmqPTEscuHN8stqsXYOJYG8ZXHBAb1uHD4u2BiUw10ySS586tGEWc8oOozl8U6aAI1vxK35b4snBpTmQ/w320-h240/Degners%252C+Bob+and+Martha+w+Cooksville+Truck.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDWgp6rWBqZyjSNOyOIPd5ErILQecjlUge4bfKHDdRt8BO6d2jV6Pg7pGh8G2Iln1D7L5Luif2uIhKRu-nH-VVK4pjJkBoQ0vHaMh3dr6u31ymeGpW7JtwW9T1g0cb6WQ7lnmjMoaKTUo/s2048/Cooksville+cartoon+Rather+Small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1521" data-original-width="2048" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDWgp6rWBqZyjSNOyOIPd5ErILQecjlUge4bfKHDdRt8BO6d2jV6Pg7pGh8G2Iln1D7L5Luif2uIhKRu-nH-VVK4pjJkBoQ0vHaMh3dr6u31ymeGpW7JtwW9T1g0cb6WQ7lnmjMoaKTUo/w400-h297/Cooksville+cartoon+Rather+Small.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></span><br />* * * * *<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-55669576468085912822021-01-01T14:38:00.005-06:002021-01-02T09:14:54.829-06:00The Cooksville Archives: More Photographs and Other Collected Items<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">For the past 180 years (almost), people in the Village of Cooksville and the Town of Porter have been saving and collecting items that tell the stories of their lives. Those items---photographs, newspaper clippings, letters, diaries, books, ledgers, memoires, paintings, art works, property records and genealogies, as well as furniture, rugs, utensils, pottery, and other objects---have been gathered together by residents over the years to create a "Cooksville Archives and Collections," in order to preserve and share the items. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">And items continue to be donated and added to the collection.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Here are some of the photographs and other images, old and new, that help tell the stories of Cooksville and the surrounding area.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSvIeXMQieeesmE4wjAAH2Mm70zHCKYgVtvZEVGdnryPnW0yg6xUCp0_O98ZQnwbcW2KeYBqhRiMDBbCwDbicMrnwddF1LnYTSRPE7rqUt3-FuiA1P_MMKqOLReRfPREsPYEn1S2wq_8A/s1920/Wells+weddng+photo+1866+w+Wells%252C+Hoxies%252C+Loves%252C+Johnson+_0001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1302" data-original-width="1920" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSvIeXMQieeesmE4wjAAH2Mm70zHCKYgVtvZEVGdnryPnW0yg6xUCp0_O98ZQnwbcW2KeYBqhRiMDBbCwDbicMrnwddF1LnYTSRPE7rqUt3-FuiA1P_MMKqOLReRfPREsPYEn1S2wq_8A/w400-h271/Wells+weddng+photo+1866+w+Wells%252C+Hoxies%252C+Loves%252C+Johnson+_0001.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;">Justin Wells and Mary Jane Woodbury, Cooksville wedding photo 1866.</span></b></td></tr></tbody></table></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-lZvNXPJ9dz0v6PghXQ23Odr0VvMozyRhoAY6PXGRQNI6XuT47Rp_7FiZX7-knZ4_IxFhYpJnyS5RuWFnBGCwUwO6p_UA4U4ssSB5Is0XzEdWMQHR5c7eV9myGRkd9fyZMvYLEq0NUKk/s736/Cooksville+schoolhouse+Molly+Zimmerman+wedding+2015.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="460" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-lZvNXPJ9dz0v6PghXQ23Odr0VvMozyRhoAY6PXGRQNI6XuT47Rp_7FiZX7-knZ4_IxFhYpJnyS5RuWFnBGCwUwO6p_UA4U4ssSB5Is0XzEdWMQHR5c7eV9myGRkd9fyZMvYLEq0NUKk/w400-h640/Cooksville+schoolhouse+Molly+Zimmerman+wedding+2015.jpg" width="400" /></b></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>150 years later, the 2015 Molly Zimmerman and Matt Brody wedding, Cooksville Schoolhouse.</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"></span></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1nqTzN82XJH0y_V_eovRWQHevssjGc3NR_vq7cEh06j_q_xhcHOTDhvj5-NJzfPYvOPtPH-0lubBavONf2LtiXNs70h35SJ56TpJdvNSYzWFfTckkTCICBkblMbIOXOH8IwvtAWkej1U/s608/Cooksville+Cornhuskers-1900docu0344.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="565" data-original-width="608" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1nqTzN82XJH0y_V_eovRWQHevssjGc3NR_vq7cEh06j_q_xhcHOTDhvj5-NJzfPYvOPtPH-0lubBavONf2LtiXNs70h35SJ56TpJdvNSYzWFfTckkTCICBkblMbIOXOH8IwvtAWkej1U/w400-h371/Cooksville+Cornhuskers-1900docu0344.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Cooksville Cornhuskers baseball team, 1900.</b><br /></span><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC9hF1nIfLH3cd0DLhLmJUY9h72pV8gL8gQm4uvfQAwNiNV6xgXDNjtkZF0hyphenhyphenMRD8dzN8-4ThrHY4HtUXRvoNUM8pPIAnsSjWojb0EVtANANhDuaQ7PMWBERvAOsRD6OCo_4D4kj4w1PQ/s1487/Cooksville+59ers+baseball+team+at+the+Store+-+2019+-+22.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1038" data-original-width="1487" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC9hF1nIfLH3cd0DLhLmJUY9h72pV8gL8gQm4uvfQAwNiNV6xgXDNjtkZF0hyphenhyphenMRD8dzN8-4ThrHY4HtUXRvoNUM8pPIAnsSjWojb0EVtANANhDuaQ7PMWBERvAOsRD6OCo_4D4kj4w1PQ/w400-h279/Cooksville+59ers+baseball+team+at+the+Store+-+2019+-+22.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><span>About 120 years later, the Cooksville 59ers baseball team.</span><br /></b></span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFiOfat8VhY_yiPc7qOwBTxYHGCe1pWuJ_9duCSHxLCiOcp6RQCmu7ZtsbdyyYjjX-cIpP18duukn9QwwtgAOniU2PXMYH6ehjuhyphenhyphen3YhPvsuZtIuhoJmAIPZ5qD20pvv1xfKnKiPtp0TQ/s1791/Log+cabin+vicinity+-+2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1116" data-original-width="1791" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFiOfat8VhY_yiPc7qOwBTxYHGCe1pWuJ_9duCSHxLCiOcp6RQCmu7ZtsbdyyYjjX-cIpP18duukn9QwwtgAOniU2PXMYH6ehjuhyphenhyphen3YhPvsuZtIuhoJmAIPZ5qD20pvv1xfKnKiPtp0TQ/w400-h249/Log+cabin+vicinity+-+2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: times; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Log cabin near Cooksville, c.1840s.</b></span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPx1NExNPV14tX5rM4WTDX_f84yLhpuynQcd4FE-_z6rZ2Rw7ceBqoYOzqvdVSzbkD6xaLHOLtQjcPeQXnvUNcDrVi2JghrT_MiDC0gnl4nhQrJngnmd7hAFfWgaYZFI5xqBFxqw244zI/s1776/Wallin+Log+Cabin+1840s+Sec.14%252C+photo1952.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1176" data-original-width="1776" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPx1NExNPV14tX5rM4WTDX_f84yLhpuynQcd4FE-_z6rZ2Rw7ceBqoYOzqvdVSzbkD6xaLHOLtQjcPeQXnvUNcDrVi2JghrT_MiDC0gnl4nhQrJngnmd7hAFfWgaYZFI5xqBFxqw244zI/w400-h265/Wallin+Log+Cabin+1840s+Sec.14%252C+photo1952.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Wallin Log Cabin, Town of Porter, c.1840s.<br /></b></span><br /><br /></span></td><td style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTtL6bbjax_rmUpGXzcCd5Zf0JsSZyI2B8tBXeZyO4z5XhqOPbwmVG1s78keS_M1Uf-Z86FgnmBpmOseJDqczgDfDLVJjjw6HQfCBwq5OFsGkms-BmYtIs-5kwBil1nTT2JPhieZ49h8/s640/Cooksville+%252C+map+of+Van+Buren+%252C+Wausaw+paper+cities.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTtL6bbjax_rmUpGXzcCd5Zf0JsSZyI2B8tBXeZyO4z5XhqOPbwmVG1s78keS_M1Uf-Z86FgnmBpmOseJDqczgDfDLVJjjw6HQfCBwq5OFsGkms-BmYtIs-5kwBil1nTT2JPhieZ49h8/w400-h300/Cooksville+%252C+map+of+Van+Buren+%252C+Wausaw+paper+cities.png" width="400" /></a></div><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Land speculators platted "paper cities," named Van Buren and Warsaw, </b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><span><span>n</span>orth and east of Cooksville, in the1830s-40s. Other</span><span>s </span><span>named </span><span>Saratoga and Caramana were also "plotted" nearby. </span></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><span>But no buyers, no </span><span>communities.</span></b></span><span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b> </b></span><span><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> </b> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div><span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: times; font-size: large; font-weight: bold; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUq7mIK658LVZxek4kDtzP8KBZn0jcEXoZTp1JaTIp7heBYiYJjx20vABYonecWfClBzFjpBS0JU87cZZRVsgbF2EgpWocJzL9R58yd3z7_rbbnZ5csQy77_3Jg6qkNrpcydW9yBW6y7U/s2048/WISCONSIN+The+Name+of+-+PAMPHLET+c.1903.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1102" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUq7mIK658LVZxek4kDtzP8KBZn0jcEXoZTp1JaTIp7heBYiYJjx20vABYonecWfClBzFjpBS0JU87cZZRVsgbF2EgpWocJzL9R58yd3z7_rbbnZ5csQy77_3Jg6qkNrpcydW9yBW6y7U/w344-h640/WISCONSIN+The+Name+of+-+PAMPHLET+c.1903.jpg" width="344" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">A 1903 essay about the origins of the name "Wisconsin."</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: times; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXW_hmArVUNFPiAoK7owKjeT_iYMoG2NtJxFglE6l7K0E2D4jdzBvy_tndPRpuGPPg5bUwBPMVj02apjwJeggvLCzyROb859OGa2iA8WGzzshTwW3QLTUCrmr72wxBgNnLXyQI1iSdKh4/s2048/AGENCY+HOUSE+AT+FORT+WINNEBAGO+pamphlet+c1930.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1332" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXW_hmArVUNFPiAoK7owKjeT_iYMoG2NtJxFglE6l7K0E2D4jdzBvy_tndPRpuGPPg5bUwBPMVj02apjwJeggvLCzyROb859OGa2iA8WGzzshTwW3QLTUCrmr72wxBgNnLXyQI1iSdKh4/w416-h640/AGENCY+HOUSE+AT+FORT+WINNEBAGO+pamphlet+c1930.jpg" width="416" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>A c.1930 pamphlet about the Agency House at Fort Winnebago.</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table>.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0inL7PXP-uQQrgSP-tghfCE7kM2M_z4GjDuPzcu07oBlK6MWp3q79S0sdG6m_a9rU9mzCHP3AQzUNlBu_LLqer0SeXzYCukYCZYOItWdIKzVSRzf24FYjDccvXaHW3-k5XHk7hPG-VKE/s2048/Paul+Buyan+Tales+pamphlet+UW+1922+pic_0002.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1444" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0inL7PXP-uQQrgSP-tghfCE7kM2M_z4GjDuPzcu07oBlK6MWp3q79S0sdG6m_a9rU9mzCHP3AQzUNlBu_LLqer0SeXzYCukYCZYOItWdIKzVSRzf24FYjDccvXaHW3-k5XHk7hPG-VKE/w453-h640/Paul+Buyan+Tales+pamphlet+UW+1922+pic_0002.jpg" width="453" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Another pamphlet: "Paul Bunyan Tales," 1922.</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7JzvokWO97Og3Aa-VCdxmgWdP-pyQXt5KmTAGAUgke0fAlOB9wFffnr-fHfPaqh8GRMIU4t5c6NBMulHNFXODpAw27h6pFTd2u3_Ch7NUCiRD1QMHETRyT5EpNGxPFzpt0hk9MLIj0_o/s1744/Van+Vleck%252C+John+newspaper+obituary+notice+1910+001+-+Copy.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1744" data-original-width="784" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7JzvokWO97Og3Aa-VCdxmgWdP-pyQXt5KmTAGAUgke0fAlOB9wFffnr-fHfPaqh8GRMIU4t5c6NBMulHNFXODpAw27h6pFTd2u3_Ch7NUCiRD1QMHETRyT5EpNGxPFzpt0hk9MLIj0_o/w288-h640/Van+Vleck%252C+John+newspaper+obituary+notice+1910+001+-+Copy.jpg" width="288" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>John Van Vleck's obituary, 1910.</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div><b style="font-family: times; font-size: large;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></b></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ktrGo0qR0AxT_IWPl4_8cer4YMJOXIlGKxXeLIybCMVkZ0VYv7LVhHvRUlZ8Ri5VV2zxG5A4dibUUkOXiK1J13hhDvbfx3yHUvLlYkCCe7i3DT8DD6CdmXLg5_-WqI8P_TmbqlHdxbE/s2009/Cook+House%252C+George%252C+Eunice+Mattakat+at+fence+news+clip+100878+001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1444" data-original-width="2009" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ktrGo0qR0AxT_IWPl4_8cer4YMJOXIlGKxXeLIybCMVkZ0VYv7LVhHvRUlZ8Ri5VV2zxG5A4dibUUkOXiK1J13hhDvbfx3yHUvLlYkCCe7i3DT8DD6CdmXLg5_-WqI8P_TmbqlHdxbE/w400-h288/Cook+House%252C+George%252C+Eunice+Mattakat+at+fence+news+clip+100878+001.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b><span><br /> </span>George and Eunice Mattakat at their Red Door Antique Shop in the historic Cook House (1842). They lived nearby in the Van Vleck House (c.1852).</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy4QpCeddk5eiiNVe31qC0roGu0x3UzhHphemwgJFP-HNa8rrNqRCZWoj6pMNviYAzveUSvJtGD8qY6Vz_gyftNgZMpT44cjrTNBmyAK266KrF-IBOHtxNkmg2OPCpJq1gEVUlVCk6a-8/s1660/OUTHOUSES+-+Cover+-Gems+of+Amer.+Arch.+1933.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1424" data-original-width="1660" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy4QpCeddk5eiiNVe31qC0roGu0x3UzhHphemwgJFP-HNa8rrNqRCZWoj6pMNviYAzveUSvJtGD8qY6Vz_gyftNgZMpT44cjrTNBmyAK266KrF-IBOHtxNkmg2OPCpJq1gEVUlVCk6a-8/w400-h344/OUTHOUSES+-+Cover+-Gems+of+Amer.+Arch.+1933.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A cute"outhouse" pamphlet, 1930.<br /></b></span><br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZUG9z46XomxKbD9JUHM7fY1ulLDSQSsgytlHC6yeQbr0spQmo1Ece3tAruPAT9W0EMnA9FA2vKaaMH-DbT6P_LZChgO_ojomZUkOyRbVVa08RtWk3l6c9PKV1Yh8W5JxZ30z__3gb1rM/s2731/OUTHOUSE+-+Tourist++GEMS+-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2731" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZUG9z46XomxKbD9JUHM7fY1ulLDSQSsgytlHC6yeQbr0spQmo1Ece3tAruPAT9W0EMnA9FA2vKaaMH-DbT6P_LZChgO_ojomZUkOyRbVVa08RtWk3l6c9PKV1Yh8W5JxZ30z__3gb1rM/w400-h169/OUTHOUSE+-+Tourist++GEMS+-1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>One of the "gems": The Tourist.</b></span><br /></span><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4fLwgvcKCVo4vP6XMYML8tS_AvaoUjHA-MzagwmEMLrfjLHgfTIdnFyy_hTfT93gMEpPC5Ntza6Q3dEtBCc7JJfWn7tlQnzrDvc1V6jfmHzT12ag7wWKmy9hzCbGWB7kvYaTi51VSAS4/s2713/OUTHOUSE++Sportsman+-GEMS+-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1159" data-original-width="2713" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4fLwgvcKCVo4vP6XMYML8tS_AvaoUjHA-MzagwmEMLrfjLHgfTIdnFyy_hTfT93gMEpPC5Ntza6Q3dEtBCc7JJfWn7tlQnzrDvc1V6jfmHzT12ag7wWKmy9hzCbGWB7kvYaTi51VSAS4/w400-h171/OUTHOUSE++Sportsman+-GEMS+-2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Another "gem": The Sportsman, for hunting and traveling trips.</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><b><br /></b></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydAUhoyKohqsPXobgDIZH8asyEaViG0eXO_SWJylrGHImgjAhGVo4ccdeDT0pSxT8odX8-NtnR6m_vGKw-V6IVYg2v1jFtp4vj4Cd-iRXaatuMOG1PXAuQ92mSVx2xXZL9gg1OMe5yEs/s1744/Breckenridge+Elton++1975+clip+-+1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1507" data-original-width="1744" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjydAUhoyKohqsPXobgDIZH8asyEaViG0eXO_SWJylrGHImgjAhGVo4ccdeDT0pSxT8odX8-NtnR6m_vGKw-V6IVYg2v1jFtp4vj4Cd-iRXaatuMOG1PXAuQ92mSVx2xXZL9gg1OMe5yEs/w400-h346/Breckenridge+Elton++1975+clip+-+1.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>Elton Breckenridge, newspaper photo, 1975, as he worked to create his "Breckhurst" from the old Gunn House in Cooksville.</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkVnVhOvmXUdX0_NgcYNM4me-gWz37IKMRBNXaGSE2YvndeE2LxoR6yrqO0QlBfxdxmqH5NYb6Dqm88z04WkEsZ09uWz3F3Gi6Jq7wKunLQmdSgUmO6nW2XO_0tTZpAgzrqe_dh8J5FUY/s1157/GUNN++HOUSE+Aug.+1952-+3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1157" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkVnVhOvmXUdX0_NgcYNM4me-gWz37IKMRBNXaGSE2YvndeE2LxoR6yrqO0QlBfxdxmqH5NYb6Dqm88z04WkEsZ09uWz3F3Gi6Jq7wKunLQmdSgUmO6nW2XO_0tTZpAgzrqe_dh8J5FUY/w400-h265/GUNN++HOUSE+Aug.+1952-+3.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"><b>The old Gunn House before Elton Breckenridge transformed it</b></span>.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"> <i> (To be continued....)</i><br /></span><br />Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-73388414097640395892020-11-11T10:04:00.024-06:002021-07-28T13:31:22.962-05:00The Richardson Family Story: Early Settlers in Porter Township<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The Cooksville Archives contains many family histories of
the early settlers in the Cooksville area. They are stories of migration from
eastern American states and from the British Isles and other European
countries— stories that document the eagerness and determination, the
accomplishments and happiness—and the hardships— of their new lives . </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Europeans were emigrating from their home countries in
the mid-19<sup>th</sup> century for a number of reasons—spreading revolutions
and wars, serious potato famines, divisive inheritance laws—all of which
created a desire to improve their lives elsewhere in the world.</span></div>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Some of the settlers’ stories handed down are more
complete than others, usually because someone took the time to write down the experiences
and the anecdotes, and then shared them with others—and they also frequently
visited the popular new photography studios for portraits.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7inC-roZNE3lLVawgQPzN6Wrnq6bdz_GTeyed2hjeQkXaF7MBULtXZ2ptOu219Lo2mMu-0wV4Lf8_YCbmINaX5g8eRLUMjH_apyoVVKtZqN6bjEV1ema5ES5Orrx593tWHqUzgbKAvQ/s2048/Richardson%252C+Helen+photo+-+1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1449" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl7inC-roZNE3lLVawgQPzN6Wrnq6bdz_GTeyed2hjeQkXaF7MBULtXZ2ptOu219Lo2mMu-0wV4Lf8_YCbmINaX5g8eRLUMjH_apyoVVKtZqN6bjEV1ema5ES5Orrx593tWHqUzgbKAvQ/w283-h400/Richardson%252C+Helen+photo+-+1.jpg" width="283" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Helen Porter Richardson (1848-1926)</b></span><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The Richardson family’s story, now in the Cooksville
Archives, is one of those, although it begins with a special twist. The story
was related by Helen Porter Richardson (1848-1926), a prominent Cooksville area
music and vocal teacher, who wrote a narrative about her Richardson family for
her son, Robert (1887-1955).</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByA6lap0FCgPTT31Vb1WGP8aZSG537q6ac0wZbzN3dvIgm-3h5GPjgu_UWNeX9xsUDsQwag2jURyb737ug7HmAHZ59ML0AM-4iPMUYssBBIPJZYOClspgGA3Sf7tTFV0AEoL9efONXpo/s1196/Richardson%252C+Helen+photo+-2_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1196" data-original-width="900" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByA6lap0FCgPTT31Vb1WGP8aZSG537q6ac0wZbzN3dvIgm-3h5GPjgu_UWNeX9xsUDsQwag2jURyb737ug7HmAHZ59ML0AM-4iPMUYssBBIPJZYOClspgGA3Sf7tTFV0AEoL9efONXpo/w300-h400/Richardson%252C+Helen+photo+-2_NEW.jpg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Helen Porter Richardson, an earlier photograph</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Helen’s father, Alexander Richardson (1814-1853), came to
America from Scotland after he was a victim of a robbery in England, and
Helen’s story begins with that incident.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Helen relates that Alexander Richardson was the owner of
a large dry goods store in Edinburgh, Scotland, and that he was robbed of a
reported $12,000 in gold on a buying trip to London. He then decided to migrate
to Australia and join a brother in the “sheep business.” But an old schoolmate
of Richardson’s, Alexander Mitchell, already in Milwaukee, persuaded Richardson
that a better opportunity was in the New World, specifically <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in Wisconsin, So Richardson<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>exchanged his tickets to Australia for passage
to America instead.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">The family sailed from Glasgow for Boston on April 7, 1849,
arriving in Boston June 3, 1849.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">At the time, the Richardson family consisted of Alexander
(1814-1853), wife Elizabeth (1815-1892) and their children, Elizabeth
(1842-1922), John (1843-1917), Alex (1846-1918), and Tom (1847-1931). After
arrival, Lucy (1851- ?) and Frederick (1853-1890) were added.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">Richardson had to remain in Boston after the family arrived
to collect the luggage and furniture, but he sent his family onward, in the new
railroad “cars,” with three changes, to the Erie Canal in New
York State. There they boarded a boat for their journey on the canal westward to Buffalo, New
York, and the shores of Lake Erie. From there, the mother and children took a
longer boat-ride across the Great Lakes to Milwaukee, which took about a week.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJnuqNydOGnm7rAUh_Mv6MzNxB1uKIXBxwmfSL1v-l3BrHsXL187joTKYmhcRRGuv5rQXmMExAb9FhgSOcFdJQYHAlsm-YEsYgJnDbSjOTMtNpqwCfvk9hmltIEN7-gmKPhjEkxUIwks/s2000/Erie+Canal_++etching+lockport_c1855.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1557" data-original-width="2000" height="311" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJnuqNydOGnm7rAUh_Mv6MzNxB1uKIXBxwmfSL1v-l3BrHsXL187joTKYmhcRRGuv5rQXmMExAb9FhgSOcFdJQYHAlsm-YEsYgJnDbSjOTMtNpqwCfvk9hmltIEN7-gmKPhjEkxUIwks/w400-h311/Erie+Canal_++etching+lockport_c1855.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Erie Canal, c. 1855</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Helen continues her story:</span><span style="font-family: arial; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">“There
was no pier or landing at Milwaukee, so they put down planks from the boat to
the shore and ropes on each side for the passengers to take hold of. They were
met by Alexander Mitchell… Your grandfather did not come with furniture for two
weeks, which caused great anxiety on the part of your grandmother, as she was afraid
he would be robbed again. As soon as he arrived he went to Alexander Mitchell’s
bank and deposited all his gold in Alexander Mitchell’s bank, where he met John
White of the Town of Porter, and he and Mitchell advised him to come out to
Cooksville and start a store.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">“They
then sold a lot of their furniture in Milwaukee, and Mr. White and his son,
Alex, loaded the rest of the furniture into their two farm-wagons. On the third
day out from Milwaukee coming over the hill, on the wide, open prairie, they
saw a little farm nestling on the hillside with its deep wooded ravines and
heavy foliage facing the wide expanse of prairie with its variety of beautiful
flowers, and on the south bordered with a fine young orchard of peach, apple
and plum trees. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Your grandmother exclaiming, 'Oh, what a beautiful place. If I were to live i</span>n the country this is
just such a place as I would like.’ Mr. White said the place is for sale…as he
was anxious to get all the Scotchmen he could into the neighborhood… Your
grandfather bought the place… [with] the new lime-and-gravel house.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixygZTs1E4V73htuMa2lXLCpTLjy5aoaceoWL2Xv58owUZSMzkTKU7S0TBUdf2O5_bs7O1at-7P12mE_fvOv94guWdA-P95BuqfRdKzt7jV7k91CzXdrSkqqk3tSNm8W2kt-UCxmMM118/s659/Richardson+Grout+House+0410_IMG_0626.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="375" data-original-width="659" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixygZTs1E4V73htuMa2lXLCpTLjy5aoaceoWL2Xv58owUZSMzkTKU7S0TBUdf2O5_bs7O1at-7P12mE_fvOv94guWdA-P95BuqfRdKzt7jV7k91CzXdrSkqqk3tSNm8W2kt-UCxmMM118/w400-h226/Richardson+Grout+House+0410_IMG_0626.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Richardson Grout House (1849)</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: arial;">The house, now known as the Richardson Grout House, was built
early in 1849 and is now listed in the National Register of Historic Places,
and still stands on Riley Road in the Town of Porter. The house and
property were sold to</span><i style="font-family: arial; mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i><span style="font-family: arial;">William B.
Porter in 1888..</span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzA2_eEG1ikJDLhI6508-s7zmH29GrlFIfzEwaIzqZ4248HTCMcpq-I0y4qxHlSklaDaiwH2Y6IGtwubnPXklcxO3OBvWkesZ_jffJhKrJNEir9DGZAr4U4NnoxT7gFi0WQhbEicaZ08/s604/Richardson+Grout+porch-0410_IMG_0629.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="604" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzA2_eEG1ikJDLhI6508-s7zmH29GrlFIfzEwaIzqZ4248HTCMcpq-I0y4qxHlSklaDaiwH2Y6IGtwubnPXklcxO3OBvWkesZ_jffJhKrJNEir9DGZAr4U4NnoxT7gFi0WQhbEicaZ08/w400-h270/Richardson+Grout+porch-0410_IMG_0629.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Richardson Grout House, front porch</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFy0qOnSdBH0R0SHxx_UNeApDgfOjypWKbiJh58Fgfdh-DP60_w8F33GXajtAmt_Z7cdUC7p6Q5YBBT-d4sOOd8_L_jofrTUSryUw-fY7kmDwuujtg-7Jro3oJ2X8QdB5VJjVWbH4aKw/s2710/Richardson%252C+1850+census+cropped+2020.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1161" data-original-width="2710" height="171" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFy0qOnSdBH0R0SHxx_UNeApDgfOjypWKbiJh58Fgfdh-DP60_w8F33GXajtAmt_Z7cdUC7p6Q5YBBT-d4sOOd8_L_jofrTUSryUw-fY7kmDwuujtg-7Jro3oJ2X8QdB5VJjVWbH4aKw/w400-h171/Richardson%252C+1850+census+cropped+2020.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Town of Porter census 1850 with Richardsons</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: arial;">Helen’s story continues </span><span style="font-family: arial; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">:“The farm proved a poor paying investment… he<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>[Alexander] sent money to England to bring an
experienced farmer, named Robert Shepherd, to take charge of the farm and all
the stock, cows, pigs, horses, sheep, and cattle. While planning for this he
went to Indian Ford to the saw mill; on coming home it grew dark and stormy;
the forward wheel went into a ditch. He was thrown from the wagon and a plank
struck him in the back of the neck, breaking it and killing him instantly. This
accident changed all plans. Your grandfather was thirty-eight years old at the
time of his death. He was buried in the corner of the orchard.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">A sad ending to this chapter in the Richardson family story.</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3DRUeEtOi4rb-SACYaIBvPboGxh2G0R0j6ynWR9y7SL2zyUE5xpKEj9W4Z-ir_WATh3X2fFv-_NFaOXejZ7FCGDoRg3Ob4GcBJxXsuml_DkKI9-tFwPPr-JF5hVTngLCTouS3C_zphE/s1786/Richardson%252C+Alexander+-+tombstone-+DSC03761+%25283%2529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1699" data-original-width="1786" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3DRUeEtOi4rb-SACYaIBvPboGxh2G0R0j6ynWR9y7SL2zyUE5xpKEj9W4Z-ir_WATh3X2fFv-_NFaOXejZ7FCGDoRg3Ob4GcBJxXsuml_DkKI9-tFwPPr-JF5hVTngLCTouS3C_zphE/w400-h380/Richardson%252C+Alexander+-+tombstone-+DSC03761+%25283%2529.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Alexander Richardson (1814-1853) tombstone piece<br /></b><br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFevqMkWYKnzBaErOina8Z6KBZotBXtKwr9uOJPDkUmvpJTRlRm407MVyvMY8E8h8UmTURBuzbXE05LzV-IrLB9bZvR2fsvCTe_6-7LFHBN2Qj99aWl2YSp_VqSI_xxmg4ZUFtEBrjAs/s640/Richardson%252C+Alexander+tombstone+BOTTOM+HALF.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNFevqMkWYKnzBaErOina8Z6KBZotBXtKwr9uOJPDkUmvpJTRlRm407MVyvMY8E8h8UmTURBuzbXE05LzV-IrLB9bZvR2fsvCTe_6-7LFHBN2Qj99aWl2YSp_VqSI_xxmg4ZUFtEBrjAs/s320/Richardson%252C+Alexander+tombstone+BOTTOM+HALF.png" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Alexander Richardson tombstone, bottom <br /><br /></b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size: large;">Later, Alexander, Jr., apparently removed his father’s
gravestone about 1888 from that Richardson family burial site when the farm was
sold to the John Porter family. Perhaps Alex removed it hoping to preserve the
tombstone from possible neglect or loss. The stone was stored in the barn on
the historic Van Vleck House property in Cooksville, which Alex used as a summer
home. When that home was sold in 1955, the gravestone was purchased by E.
Marvin Raney, Cooksville historian and antique collector, who lived nearby in
the Duncan House, Marvin stored the gravestone in his barn where it remains. No
doubt, Marvin bought the memorial stone to keep it in the village.</span></span><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGRDv4yiSd44YE2qgt6cI-D8qjhbOt2qqN35hI3h3lyinjUIzYux2uaUqBaBoe2OIjGmMNW6rVSdJaffScxugIfVLsxETSGJV-FalaE_nKKT5VxOm5qoSaKWx8xCih8SEgf0q9FWe270/s1699/Richardson%252C+Lyell+Porter+%25281887-1947%2529+.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1699" data-original-width="1164" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGRDv4yiSd44YE2qgt6cI-D8qjhbOt2qqN35hI3h3lyinjUIzYux2uaUqBaBoe2OIjGmMNW6rVSdJaffScxugIfVLsxETSGJV-FalaE_nKKT5VxOm5qoSaKWx8xCih8SEgf0q9FWe270/w273-h400/Richardson%252C+Lyell+Porter+%25281887-1947%2529+.jpg" width="273" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Lyell Porter Richardson (1887-1947)</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6HtAr8R4lQcBCT2qtBSmIe8E3uIsPdIAfsiaea-S9mOZXnaAjp0jet8JBI1C4emYF84p014mxGsqfqRFt8jUz2DiWfwy0Nlaay77P63sk-ir-geRBnECiKxY9oDzlQkw22GHuInX-Iw/s1675/Richardson%252C+Clara+-+3+poses+-+2_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1150" data-original-width="1675" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU6HtAr8R4lQcBCT2qtBSmIe8E3uIsPdIAfsiaea-S9mOZXnaAjp0jet8JBI1C4emYF84p014mxGsqfqRFt8jUz2DiWfwy0Nlaay77P63sk-ir-geRBnECiKxY9oDzlQkw22GHuInX-Iw/w400-h274/Richardson%252C+Clara+-+3+poses+-+2_NEW.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Clara Porter Richardson (1895-1946)<br /></b><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Richardson family went on to flourish and prosper in
the Cooksville, Evansville and Rock County area over the years, along with
their close relatives, the Porter family. And both generations of Richardsons
and Porters participated in many village events including the famous Old Settlers Reunions and picnics held
in Cooksville in the 19th and 20</span><sup style="font-family: arial;">th</sup><span style="font-family: arial;"> centuries.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDP_a3A6KHPe2hG0ipb11nNq3Gq5nPLqVeQ8n_r58fhiovXw6bF7kfeMLpP39OBokogMdGGhSfqxPQj2cMvHLo5MC2Ve82vTfv9DL6pI3hEfolo51bxWVELmKsEvRP-Rh2YKcihTVKTYk/s1934/Pony+cart+with+Richardson+children%252C+their+Shetland+pony+c1895.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1290" data-original-width="1934" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDP_a3A6KHPe2hG0ipb11nNq3Gq5nPLqVeQ8n_r58fhiovXw6bF7kfeMLpP39OBokogMdGGhSfqxPQj2cMvHLo5MC2Ve82vTfv9DL6pI3hEfolo51bxWVELmKsEvRP-Rh2YKcihTVKTYk/w400-h266/Pony+cart+with+Richardson+children%252C+their+Shetland+pony+c1895.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Richardson children in a pony cart, Cooksville, photo c.1920s</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; mso-tab-count: 5;"> </span><p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; mso-tab-count: 5;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">*</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large;">*</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: large;">[Thanks to
Helen Batty Porter and Amey Elizabeth (Lisa) DeSoto for recently sharing their family
stories. Lisa DeSoto’s great-great-grandmother was Ann Eliza Bacon Porter, wife
of Joseph K. P. Porter, and Lisa’s great-grandmother was Helen Porter
Richardson, the story teller. Helen Porter’s husband was Bill Porter, whose
great-grandfather was Joseph K. P. Porter, one of the three Porter brothers who
originally settled at Cooksville-Waucoma in 1846. Thanks to Lisa and Helen for
providing the story materials and thanks to their ancestors for telling the stories.
The photographs and the Richardson and Porter information are in the
Cooksville Archives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Larry Reed, Chair,
Historic Cooksville Trust.]<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p> </o:p></p>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-91064472579317770082020-10-22T13:08:00.028-05:002020-10-22T13:33:50.495-05:00Images From the Historic Cooksville Archives<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: large;">The Archives and Collections of the historic Village of Cooksville in Rock County, Wisconsin, have grown over the years, and contributions continue to accumulate. The items date from the</span><span><span style="font-size: large;">19</span><span style="font-size: medium;">th</span><span style="font-size: large;">, 20</span><span style="font-size: medium;">th</span><span style="font-size: large;"> and 21</span><span style="font-size: medium;">st</span><span style="font-size: large;"> centuries, with a couple from earlier </span><span style="font-size: large;">centuries before there was a Cooksville. (Previous blog news stories illustrated some of the items.)</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">The local Historic Cooksville Trust, Inc., now maintains the collection and is in the process of creating a permanent home for the contents---photographs, paintings, books, family histories, furniture, et cetera--- in the basement "parlor" of the historic Cooksville Congregational Church built in 1879.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">This new home for the growing "Archives and Collections Center" was made possible by generous donations of funds which will make items more easily available to interested visitors to historic Cooksville. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Here are samples of the some of the photographs and
documents:</span></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1910" data-original-width="2048" height="373" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3AsheRts7rcpNuhfJqJiDtsl_Y7uIt2kp8_n4XxKh3kHqHOX9QTpr1-6Y8LR7b4Mp9QGjYN7MDkjNfiFBEyGTnQMN2aMf0DfbWVQQNDLyFjN8-wrl1YKZKDUWdivnPXDn0lxWUW_xAk/w400-h373/Cooksville+MAP+OF+PORTER+w+Rail+Road+route+1858+%25282%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />1</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span>858 Map of the Town of Porter with "Waucoma" (Cooksville) in the upper-left corner with the railroad line that was never built running near the village.<br /></span><br /></span></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHHJd549KAk4n6A5x1416zMnZKUjFURbWu-wL8P7jIgdOoxkQ23Tj4BV4C_8DCUzNcnHcvRM4WN5pzMYufl-JGFVP0h3nYgqExaRSpoKysPMbqSQHbXV4NC41-6TXoCEt_-qgjkvaywI/s2048/Waucoma++-+Cooksville+map+1858_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1666" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHHJd549KAk4n6A5x1416zMnZKUjFURbWu-wL8P7jIgdOoxkQ23Tj4BV4C_8DCUzNcnHcvRM4WN5pzMYufl-JGFVP0h3nYgqExaRSpoKysPMbqSQHbXV4NC41-6TXoCEt_-qgjkvaywI/w324-h400/Waucoma++-+Cooksville+map+1858_NEW.jpg" width="324" /></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">An 1858 map of the large Village of Waucoma platted in 1846 next to Cooksville on the far left above, which was platted in 1842 by the Cook brothers. Names of early structures in the two villages appear on the map. The two villages are now known as "Cooksville." <br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVg7CTfByxGqkwg3bfDZJHNJvJtJEwpQrwtStw64DVqsEfzB8GUezOUMb_A-XB-IOe0tZpKfG7V6ouo1kOU63z-l7oUXvbrqOlfkZ1bJxV3vANrG5DvR4e8IXdyuwESQuMTm8ZGHYayM/s938/Waucoma+Historical+Marker+j000_0014+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="938" data-original-width="523" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVg7CTfByxGqkwg3bfDZJHNJvJtJEwpQrwtStw64DVqsEfzB8GUezOUMb_A-XB-IOe0tZpKfG7V6ouo1kOU63z-l7oUXvbrqOlfkZ1bJxV3vANrG5DvR4e8IXdyuwESQuMTm8ZGHYayM/w223-h400/Waucoma+Historical+Marker+j000_0014+%25283%2529.jpg" width="223" /></b></span></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b>Double-sided Wisconsin Historical Marker for the villages of Cooksville and Waucoma.</b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9CE0DtJ52uK5mBc83Rpd5VfHqccbdfAvUHZRIeOANHzz3U-IGChzb7rMMplvw6HcdB8vnS7_aC2Yd5PcbcqhuKS8eDKbyvDkXbOblWWSRRmtGdDzdIToi6iTD5UOy8TJSGt1z2xzp2Ds/s2048/Cooksville+Oak+Tree.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2023" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9CE0DtJ52uK5mBc83Rpd5VfHqccbdfAvUHZRIeOANHzz3U-IGChzb7rMMplvw6HcdB8vnS7_aC2Yd5PcbcqhuKS8eDKbyvDkXbOblWWSRRmtGdDzdIToi6iTD5UOy8TJSGt1z2xzp2Ds/w394-h400/Cooksville+Oak+Tree.JPG" width="394" /><br /></span><br />A burr oak tree on the Cooksville Public Square, drawn by Dorothy Kramer, local artist and potter, c.1930s.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82gwrA6H98mOhps8_Yk6-se58qCUXteMWLDL_k3sDA61yV_gtt7JvcG7XkFrXAqOk3xxGTVFsAgFLMYh_uuTVP-hZ4WiKZf3ZL3JcYt0bDuTFemqpGCBEzUbgfb38CYzhaNCxgRNVfbU/s1342/Anna+Belle+Rice%252C+Margaret+Brown+Rice%253D+parlor+c.1910.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="898" data-original-width="1342" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj82gwrA6H98mOhps8_Yk6-se58qCUXteMWLDL_k3sDA61yV_gtt7JvcG7XkFrXAqOk3xxGTVFsAgFLMYh_uuTVP-hZ4WiKZf3ZL3JcYt0bDuTFemqpGCBEzUbgfb38CYzhaNCxgRNVfbU/w400-h268/Anna+Belle+Rice%252C+Margaret+Brown+Rice%253D+parlor+c.1910.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />Anna Belle Rice (1862-1915), seamstress, left, and mother Margaret Brown Rice (1844-1925) born in Scotland, in their Cooksville parlor.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></span></h4><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></o:p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRdyM_9aFYHUZ8lmvyK76i5OwqzfkccoGeg2mWWFvwORAXBfmqgcxk1BO4rmgkZtZlaidSEeTrm9gL4W-AbWUi-vpPkrvddjZzJtP5bfcBL24oNk6VfbInKrhnYlftMK3VPlBo8slobZA/s2048/Flora+Brown+Warddell+%2528Wardle%2529+1900+kitchen+stove.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1604" data-original-width="2048" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRdyM_9aFYHUZ8lmvyK76i5OwqzfkccoGeg2mWWFvwORAXBfmqgcxk1BO4rmgkZtZlaidSEeTrm9gL4W-AbWUi-vpPkrvddjZzJtP5bfcBL24oNk6VfbInKrhnYlftMK3VPlBo8slobZA/w400-h314/Flora+Brown+Warddell+%2528Wardle%2529+1900+kitchen+stove.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b>Flora Brown Wardel (or Warddell), with her kitchen stove, c.1900.</b></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></span></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFyLwO_kA3Bn_HX9sQKshNMaiiqsjZVaGJrsQFjmOExQD_MaFPOuHa1pvnu6ueU09kzvS6SMCIAiIt03i-AhNd2YdzwSSNj8txeHrtZK4RPAyoNPuataCODXV5eiSKENZLx9KH4d1U1A/s1643/GILLEY+brothers+photo+Frank%252C+William%252CEdwin%252C+Joseph+photo+c1880+001.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="957" data-original-width="1643" height="231" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFyLwO_kA3Bn_HX9sQKshNMaiiqsjZVaGJrsQFjmOExQD_MaFPOuHa1pvnu6ueU09kzvS6SMCIAiIt03i-AhNd2YdzwSSNj8txeHrtZK4RPAyoNPuataCODXV5eiSKENZLx9KH4d1U1A/w400-h231/GILLEY+brothers+photo+Frank%252C+William%252CEdwin%252C+Joseph+photo+c1880+001.jpg" width="400" /></b></span></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b>The Gilley brothers, who farmed east of the village, photo c.1880.<br /><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhug3cpzBSDA17t6c2mvp3avaZiv_HVaJdGPuZmTbwchWQrSg0089n2QifjcpjyrFjdmsOwCNFINSRr_sz_ZqbXch4hDLHiA7mflAxvtPxGoBJQKKhWYatZ6bsJhPKqDPgyD9wnjbtujRw/s2048/Painting+-+Phoebe+Porter+portrait+100_1542.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1663" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhug3cpzBSDA17t6c2mvp3avaZiv_HVaJdGPuZmTbwchWQrSg0089n2QifjcpjyrFjdmsOwCNFINSRr_sz_ZqbXch4hDLHiA7mflAxvtPxGoBJQKKhWYatZ6bsJhPKqDPgyD9wnjbtujRw/w324-h400/Painting+-+Phoebe+Porter+portrait+100_1542.JPG" width="324" /></b></span></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b>Phoebe Porter (1861-1886), portrait, died in <br />Chicago after a cancer operation.<br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3Quf_vFFoTzFy9O68m2WmiX0kvbJtuKlmQ4pPEBdrqqJN54o6HrDgz13lTRiwQMC2M8bNVBqHqVFXG_r4MlW-O38x6eBYaYDh8l2r2K-U4-hFsw0kF1yc4e_OPx21qalRXNj7ZLJSeI/s2048/Good+Templars+charter+1894+-pic+2016.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="1661" data-original-width="2048" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib3Quf_vFFoTzFy9O68m2WmiX0kvbJtuKlmQ4pPEBdrqqJN54o6HrDgz13lTRiwQMC2M8bNVBqHqVFXG_r4MlW-O38x6eBYaYDh8l2r2K-U4-hFsw0kF1yc4e_OPx21qalRXNj7ZLJSeI/w400-h324/Good+Templars+charter+1894+-pic+2016.png" width="400" /></b></span></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Good Templars Charter, Cooksville, 189</span><span style="font-size: large;">4.<br /></span></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-S1VtiMm9kLEPyyXoR86xneKIqWzKrlrH2ckgZ8m4MUmv1JUwU1BamMtiXex7xfW4OozzYV3_MxfheOv9VJFXxtGkAvisUCBuyDpDs8G8hFYJ7YcUhjP2oKzoaohgBR4KwTW897VqDo/s2048/Twelve+Songs+by+Carrie+Jacobs-Bond+Copyright+1902+_0002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1492" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN-S1VtiMm9kLEPyyXoR86xneKIqWzKrlrH2ckgZ8m4MUmv1JUwU1BamMtiXex7xfW4OozzYV3_MxfheOv9VJFXxtGkAvisUCBuyDpDs8G8hFYJ7YcUhjP2oKzoaohgBR4KwTW897VqDo/w291-h400/Twelve+Songs+by+Carrie+Jacobs-Bond+Copyright+1902+_0002.jpg" width="291" /></b></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b>"Twelve Songs" by Carrie Jacobs Bond, 1902.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmakCT_NxzWucfCqiAAQm4cOmB7jpLkjwKkX_g8w8mJ_wOc5gRVJxdCSnpcmcxKKg6CgZfeyZMevl_IaRM_heDs0cKohks0p-udMAnso8HcB35cXG3BeNgHC8QZiIh-L6uTRifQ2-pb7c/s2048/The+One+Hundred+and+One+Best+Songs+booklet+1915+copyright+_0003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1406" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmakCT_NxzWucfCqiAAQm4cOmB7jpLkjwKkX_g8w8mJ_wOc5gRVJxdCSnpcmcxKKg6CgZfeyZMevl_IaRM_heDs0cKohks0p-udMAnso8HcB35cXG3BeNgHC8QZiIh-L6uTRifQ2-pb7c/w273-h400/The+One+Hundred+and+One+Best+Songs+booklet+1915+copyright+_0003.jpg" width="273" /></b></span></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>"The One Hundred and One Best Songs," 1915.<br /></b></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzd0GJFJcsaYID3ptJU-uf1EgNtch0sxKnzt_90DumZsmxrDPFF2-_xClQIy8XiFEJ3d25npOYLLAHdqQEdVq2NUcfpnWOYY6fS8IxiR02wVfZRI8d_BwljsW2-fNLMnyaN-jn7PCccw0/s1944/Savage%252C+Electa+Avis%252C+Paul+photo+1880s+_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="1284" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzd0GJFJcsaYID3ptJU-uf1EgNtch0sxKnzt_90DumZsmxrDPFF2-_xClQIy8XiFEJ3d25npOYLLAHdqQEdVq2NUcfpnWOYY6fS8IxiR02wVfZRI8d_BwljsW2-fNLMnyaN-jn7PCccw0/w264-h400/Savage%252C+Electa+Avis%252C+Paul+photo+1880s+_NEW.jpg" width="264" /></b></span></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"><b>Electa Savage, children Paul and Avis, c.1880s.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0zaRbl9YWc0prGRxYEnZxyvtVs0vFenRBp8xlkpsqe6eJ_E0Z6t5fkoIDdaRRQOMSaYd3E6ruOeULg1TWQcw68h_83qBScO_b_pameIq_OVmB4Dq1BZtDL_zMq6MuORQYSYdjneT92A/s1932/Woodbury%252C+Mabel+%25281868-1922%2529+married+Nichols_0003_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="1932" data-original-width="1252" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0zaRbl9YWc0prGRxYEnZxyvtVs0vFenRBp8xlkpsqe6eJ_E0Z6t5fkoIDdaRRQOMSaYd3E6ruOeULg1TWQcw68h_83qBScO_b_pameIq_OVmB4Dq1BZtDL_zMq6MuORQYSYdjneT92A/w259-h400/Woodbury%252C+Mabel+%25281868-1922%2529+married+Nichols_0003_NEW.jpg" width="259" /></b></span></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Mabel Woodbury (1868-1922).</span><br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYTxXimOhCK81Tby4iCceHzyBjPNVuTAHdI7dBZHIOCIs96sEryQJzJqAuT212r_E2HiZUkyMaQ2Jf320kBYLXFbhlB1stG2VEdJir26i0MEvStgQQzaEaTJt5MfmUXQWenlVWchlj3s/s2048/Duncan+parlor+Ralph+Warner.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="1433" data-original-width="2048" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYTxXimOhCK81Tby4iCceHzyBjPNVuTAHdI7dBZHIOCIs96sEryQJzJqAuT212r_E2HiZUkyMaQ2Jf320kBYLXFbhlB1stG2VEdJir26i0MEvStgQQzaEaTJt5MfmUXQWenlVWchlj3s/w400-h279/Duncan+parlor+Ralph+Warner.JPG" width="400" /></b></a></div><b><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Ralph Warner's parlor, in the "House Next Door," c.1930</span><br /></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0OEQVo2jgPlNBhoUOaqrRptLkelwnjtubNqR0lMwzejU_8Hryh46-16sEvZz_Eg3awoMuVFQ3mcX54FZ2lkJAWmLXBa5nQdniZ1gZOvKFDTGP1a0WzfMu84ZoJ6Z8dW66v31vflOC7cA/s2048/RLW022-RalphWithFourVisitors.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="1624" data-original-width="2048" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0OEQVo2jgPlNBhoUOaqrRptLkelwnjtubNqR0lMwzejU_8Hryh46-16sEvZz_Eg3awoMuVFQ3mcX54FZ2lkJAWmLXBa5nQdniZ1gZOvKFDTGP1a0WzfMu84ZoJ6Z8dW66v31vflOC7cA/w400-h316/RLW022-RalphWithFourVisitors.jpg" width="400" /></b></a></div><b><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Ralph Warner in his garden with four friends, c.1930.</span><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdkzx4x1-czx0ITLaOh3DDYARzWUdhsYEA5P0A2kilq0mrVfDGMyY8f640ckD9rm0wLY7eL0tqLL5yuka4JAwIGjK2brmIAGj7DD7QDBk1SVldjjq5bTsBzF7YYKmaYbKuhJy2JnZbUE/s1041/Frank+L.+Wright+Cooksville+chapel+drawing+3710.002.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="538" data-original-width="1041" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdkzx4x1-czx0ITLaOh3DDYARzWUdhsYEA5P0A2kilq0mrVfDGMyY8f640ckD9rm0wLY7eL0tqLL5yuka4JAwIGjK2brmIAGj7DD7QDBk1SVldjjq5bTsBzF7YYKmaYbKuhJy2JnZbUE/w400-h205/Frank+L.+Wright+Cooksville+chapel+drawing+3710.002.jpg" width="400" /></b></a></div><b><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">Frank Lloyd Wright's "Chapel for Cooksville" </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">designed in 1934 and commissioned by the </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;">village's Newman farm family. Wright called</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"> it a "Memorial to the Soil." </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: large;"> Never built, for reasons unknown.</span></b></div><b>* * *<br /><span style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;">[Donations to the Cooksville Archives and <br />Collections are always welcome, <br />documents or dollars. <br />Thanks. Larry Reed (608) 873-5066.]</span></b></td></tr></tbody></table><o:p><span style="font-family: helvetica;"> </span></o:p><p></p><br /><p></p>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-22639966525092469122020-08-19T09:14:00.007-05:002020-10-16T18:17:36.317-05:00“STORIES MY FATHER TOLD ME” Reminiscences about Life on the Farms near Cooksville written by Bill Porter<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">Introduction:</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">William (Bill) W. Porter (1921-2008) wrote down a few
stories his father, Warren N. Porter (1884-1981), had told him about living
near the Village of Cooksville, on Riley Road, in the Town of Porter in the
late 19<sup>th</sup> and early 20<sup>th</sup> centuries.</span><br />
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<b>Warren Newman Porter (1884-1981)</b></div>
<span style="font-size: large;">Warren was the grandson of Joseph K. P. Porter
(1819-1907), one of the three Porter brothers who were original settlers in and
near Cooksville. Joseph was the brother
that actually platted the Village of Waucoma in 1846 next door to the Cook
brothers’ Village of 1842. Warren’s father was William Bacon Porter
(1850-1932), a son of J.K.P.P.’s.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The Porter family was a large, active, adventurous,
well-educated, community-minded and talented family of farmers and merchants in
what became named the Town of Porter in 1847 in the new Wisconsin Territory.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">“Stories My Father Told Me,” are personal, colorful, and
occasionally humorous glimpses into Warren’s life at that time, about 100 years
or more ago, certainly before Prohibition (1920-1933) closed down many of the local
taverns.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Bill tells his father's stories:</span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif" style="font-size: large;">“In my father’s
family there were three boys: Lloyd, Warren, and Paul. Paul excelled in
athletics, scholastically and, as well, extemporaneous speaking. Curly hair,
parted in the middle, he cut a handsome figure. When he was 19, attending the
University of Wisconsin with his brothers, he suffered a burst appendix and, I
presume, much pain before he died.</span><br />
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<b>Paul Porter (1888-1908)</b></div>
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<br />
<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"">“</span><span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"">Dad
said the doctor cried like a baby. My grandfather never recovered from that.
Heretofore a staunch church goer (even driving a horse and buggy to Janesville
to pick up the minister, Jenkin Lloyd Jones), he promptly turned his back on
religion and became somewhat embittered. He suffered physically with a hip
injury and walked with a cane, and I never remember that he laughed or even
smiled. I do remember him scolding us for hiding the pancake turner under the
piano where the hired girl couldn’t find it! </span></span></span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"">“He was a terrific worker. Nobody
could hoe tobacco like he could. He also built fence for his neighbors digging
all the postholes by hand with a spade. He was not a very large man and he wore
a mustache.</span></span></span></div>
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: large;">“Grandma
Porter (Lillian Newman Porter) was a large woman who, it seemed, was always
hooking rugs. She lived in Evansville supported by an adopted daughter, Rebecca,
who worked in the bank. Becky had an affair with a married man but nobody
talked about it. His son was even a classmate of mine. She used to drive and
pick up my brother and myself and take us to a picture show on occasion.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
think my father was misplaced as a farmer. He had personality and would have
made a great salesperson. Ironically, I think his genes are in two of his
grandsons, my sons, who are both blessed in that regard.</span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: large;">“Now
to some stories he told me. He was a great story teller. Many were stories
about Indian fighter Buffalo Bill versus Yellow Hand, circling the campfire,
each with a knife in hand. Pure fiction, but we loved it! </span></span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: large;">“The
true stories concerned mostly the neighbors. We lived between Norwegians on one
side and Irish on the other. It seemed that the Irish were the more likely to
be in a firestorm than the other more complacent Norwegians. Grandfather’s
immediate neighbors to the north across the road were an ever changing
identity. My grandfather noticed one summer day that his chickens were
disappearing more rapidly than the usual low rate of attrition (rats, mink, fox).
He suspected the neighbors but it took a little detective work to discover that
a well-placed trail of grain led directly to the neighbor’s chicken coop. He
discovered his flock by the expediency of removing the door of the neighbor’s
coop and the chickens ran back across the road where they belonged.</span></span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: large;">“The
neighbors one half mile east were the Fords, John, Ed and Maggie. None ever
married. One incident happened before I was old enough to know them. John it
seems, or as he was called three fingered Jack, got mean when he was drunk and
that was often. When that happened, he used to beat up on his brother Ed whom
he supposedly loved.</span></span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: large;">“One
night there was a pounding at the front door which upon being opened by my
sleep-deprived father revealed Ed in a state of disarray. They had been
indulging in a bit of the grape, a fight ensued and Ed was seeking protection.
Sure enough Dad would hear John not far behind, muttering curses as to what he
would do when he caught that s.o.b. Dad afforded safe haven until they figured
John was asleep or sober enough whereupon Ed would creep home.</span></span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: large;">“The
neighbors across the field (the Stearns) had one dog and a parrot that could
talk. Old man Stearns’ wife had died, and not surprisingly he had turned to the
grape as a source of solace. I’m sure he loved his dog “Watch,” but when under
influence treated him less than kindly. The parrot, being no dummy, listened
and absorbed some of this language. One day, returning from Edgerton with a
snootfull, he went to the front door to call “Here Watch, here Watch.” The dog,
hearing the familiar voice, came running to receive— food? love? — whereupon
just as the dog reached the hand of love and devotion, the parrot from his
lofty perch shrieked, “Get out of here, you son of a bitch!” Tail between his
legs, Watch headed for the relative safety of the barn!</span></span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: large;">“The
neighbors also north by west were named Osterheld. Mr. Osterheld was a
successful farmer and he had a fine place with a ballroom on the third floor.
Mr. Osterheld and his family raised a lot of tobacco and they had a fine
carriage and a beautiful span of horses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Mr. Osterheld’s favorite watering hole was somewhere in Stoughton. When
he left on his carousing course he always shut the gate to the farm behind him.
He would get loaded and then climb into the buggy and head for home—a distance
of some ten miles. His horses were so attuned to this procedure that he would
just give them the go ahead and they would take him home while the rumble of
wheels lulled him to sleep. When they left the main road onto the lane home,
the horses, sensing home, would break into a run.</span></span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: large;">“Mr.
Osterheld, half asleep and drunk, was unable to impede horses’ haste and the
result was a smashed gate, damaged harness, buggy, or all three. The next day
was rebuild time and this, according to reliable sources, happened many times.</span></span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: large;">"<span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"">The
next story involves a Norwegian named Jens Norem. Jens was working for my
grandfather in harvesting a crop of tobacco. Jens also liked to go over to
Stoughton and belly up to the bar with the boys. </span></span></span><br />
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<span face=""helvetica neue" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"><span face=""bahnschrift semilight" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: large;">“Normally
a peaceful fellow, this particular night Jens became embroiled in an altercation
of some sort which resulted in the sheriff coming to produce charges against
Jens. They were in the shed hanging tobacco and Jens being a bit overhung was
gamely trying to keep up his end. Of a sudden someone spotted the sheriff’s
buggy entering the yard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dad said Jens
climbed the tiers of the shed “like a cat” where he hid in one of the roof-top
ventilators which measured about 4 feet by 5 feet. The sheriff hadn’t seen Jens
and we don’t know yet if Jens ever had further repercussions from his adventures
in Stoughton.”</span></span><br />
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<b>Warren N. Porter (1884-1981), c.1950s</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Thus ends Warren Porter’s stories as told to and written
down by Bill Porter. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<b></b><i> </i><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Porter family members, still living in the Cooksville area
and some elsewhere, have recently donated family items including photographs, original
poetry and other writings from the 1840s and 1850s, for future generations to
enjoy.</span></span><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;"> * * * </span></i><br />
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif">[Special thanks to
Helen Porter who shared photographs for this story and also donated several to
the Cooksville Archives and Collections. Larry A. Reed]</span></i><br />
<br />Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-77700360712801851002020-06-20T14:34:00.000-05:002020-07-07T09:49:15.101-05:00Historic Cooksville Church Takes on New Role<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">The
historic Cooksville Congregational Church will soon take on a new role in the
Village of Cooksville—it’s fourth role in its 140 year history.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Dedicated
on December 18, 1879, the church began its first role in the community as the
first church built in the village, which had been established in 1842. It was designed and constructed by Cooksville’s
important architect and builder, Benjamin Hoxie.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">A
subscription for building the church started the year before, and It was
to be owned by the Congregationalists but free to be used by all other
Christian denominations. The church would also provide rent-free use of its
spacious basement “parlor” for community organizations and events—meetings,
parties, celebrations, entertainments.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Carpenters
and artisans from Evansville, Janesville and Chicago, as well as talented local
Cooksvillians, contributed to the creation of an impressive, spacious, handsome
country church, with kerosene-burning light fixtures and a furnace that used
either wood or coal. Included were two outhouses and a covered shelter for
horses behind the church.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">The
design of the church was described in a local newspaper article at its dedication
in 1879: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“The plan adopted was what
might be termed the half Gothic with circle head windows… with small towers and
minarets on the four front angles, and an open bell tower… The exterior is
painted light brown with dark trimmings…. The audience room will seat nearly
three hundred persons very comfortably, being 30 x 50 feet. This is
accomplished by the use of wall seats hung on hinges to be raised as needed…”</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;"><i style="color: black; font-family: "quot"; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">[Ed. note: the seating capacity seem excessive unless the number/size of the original pews was much greater than at present.] </i></span><br />
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">The
article also reported that Congregational, Methodist, Baptist, Unitarian
ministers were invited to the dedication, including the uncle of Frank Lloyd
Wright, Reverend Jenkin Lloyd Jones, who “… gave a lecture in the evening, to a
large audience, subject, ‘The Cost of an Idea,’ to which his audience listened
spell bound for nearly two hours.” And all seated on those new, hard, wooden
pews and the wall-hung wooden benches.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><i>Cooksville Congregational Church, circa 1910.</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">By
the beginning of the 20<sup>th</sup> century, the Congregationalist membership of
those early settlers had diminished, with many moving away or otherwise
departing. A 1909 newspaper clipping asked, “Shall we repair our church, so we
can use it?” The basement parlor, however, continued to host various village meetings
and programs, mostly because the new 1897 Norwegian Lutheran Church in the
village did not have a basement until 1930.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><b></b><i></i><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Fortunately the Congregational church found a guardian and caretaker in Susan Porter,
daughter of William Porter, an early settler and Congregationalist. Miss Porter, who had been living and teaching in Racine, returned
to live full-time in Cooksville about 1925; she had been using the village’s
“Waucoma Lodge” as her summer home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Under
Miss Porter’s care the church continued to be useful. Various purposes included county-wide Sunday school conventions, organ recitals, dramatic
presentations, speech contests, lectures and musical concerts. It also hosted Cooksville’s
annual Old Settlers Reunions and some memorial services. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Susan Porter (1859-1939)</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">The
last service in the church was held on September 3, 1939, the birthday of Miss
Porter: it was a memorial service for her, who had died that summer.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Susan Porter's memorial service gathering, 1939</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">The
church’s second role began later in 1939, when the Wisconsin Congregational
Conference deeded the now-abandoned church property to the Town of Porter. The
church soon began its new role as the first Town Hall for Porter Township. The Town
made modifications to the exterior and to interior spaces: the bell tower and
minarets were removed, as were most of the stained glass windows and all the
pews. The basement parlor was converted into a work-space and garage to store
the town’s truck.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">During
World War II, the area’s young men were treated to hot coffee in the new Town Hall
before they went off to war. Other important Town business was, no doubt, also
carried out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">But
in 1961, when the rural one-room schools were consolidated into larger schools
in Evansville, Edgerton and Stoughton, the Town of Porter purchased the abandoned
Wilder School for its use as a new Town Hall. Eventually the Town Board decided
to sell the old church-and-town hall building in a sealed-bid auction in 1971.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Michael Saternus, the new owner </i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Michael
Saternus, a Madison architect, who lived nearby, had been restoring local historic
buildings and had friends in Cooksville. Michael submitted a sealed bid for the
church. In March 1971, the Janesville Gazette newspaper reported that “Five
bids were submitted for the building… they ranged from a low of $1,000 to Saternus’
$2,250.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The title of that newspaper
article was, “Officials Happy with Sale of Town Hall,” and, as Michael told
friends, “So was I.” </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><i>Michael J. Saternus (1936-1990)</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">And Michael proceeded to rebuild and restore the missing
exterior historic features, with some help from friends and neighbors.</span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;">Carrying a new minaret, left to right: Dorian Grilley, Larry Reed, Mike Saternus, Larry McDonnell, 1973</span></b></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">This
was the third role for the historic church building. Michael, with a little
help from Larry Reed, restored the exterior of the church, replacing the
missing features and rehabilitating and re-painting the exterior on weekends over
many years—and in the process, discovering an original stained-glass window
that had been sealed and hidden intact inside the west wall. (The other colorful
Chicago-made windows had been replaced many years before.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Mike restoring the porch, 1975</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Unfortunately,
Michael died in 1990, but the interior rehabilitation of the church continued.
The decision was made to restore the interior so it could be used for various
ceremonies—weddings, baptisms, funerals, as well as musical performances and meetings,
all of which occurred in the church’s third role as an “assembly hall.” A
wedding of Larry Reed’s friends, David and Diane Lowe in 1993, was the first
new use of the historic Cooksville Church in its third role. Many more
weddings, ceremonies, and musical performances would follow for the next 25 years. The Stoughton Chamber Singers were a popular spring event.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: small;"><b><i>Stoughton Chamber Singers in the church</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">The
new fourth role of the church has begun in 2020. That role is to accomodate the church’s earliest purposes once again and, importantly, to serve the
additional role as the “Cooksville Archives and Collections Center,” to be located
in the basement “parlor.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">The
new Center will include secure and accessible archival space, office space, a meeting
room, a utilities room, and minimal kitchen and toilet rooms. And the upstairs
auditorium will continue to be available for ceremonies and musical
performances. Architect Michael Bolster of Janesville created the drawings for the proposed project.</span><br />
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Cooksville Archives and Collections Center is designed to house the large accumulation
of historical documents and materials that have been gathered and kept in the
village for the past 180 years—documents, photographs, diaries, letters, books,
clippings, paintings, furniture, and other artifacts and objects, as well as items that will continue to be donated. </span></div>
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the history center will be owned and maintained by the Historic Cooksville
Trust, Inc., the local charitable organization that seeks to encourage and
assist in the preservation and conservation of historic Cooksville and the
surrounding area in the Town of Porter, Rock County, Wisconsin.</span><br />
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realization of this new and expanded role for an important historic Cooksville building is possible thanks to generous donations of funds, pledges, and materials to the
Historic Cooksville Trust, as well as to the time and effort of the Trust Board
and friends of Cooksville. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">This
Archives and Collections Center project will finally create a safe and secure
location to preserve, maintain, and celebate Cooksville’s long history as a
well-preserved, early Wisconsin village.</span><br />
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first step to create the fourth role for the church has begun with
the recent removal of the tall red pine tree at the corner of the church. Planted
about 140 years ago, its size was damaging the church building and foundation,
as well as interfering with overhead power transmission lines. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">Alliant Energy recently cut the tree down to below its power lines, and then a local wood-worker cut
down the bottom half of the tree and removed it and the debris. All this work
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt;">The
new role for the church joins a long list of about twenty other historic preservation
and rehabilitation projects that have improved and enhanced Cooksville's historical heritage over at least the past fifty years.</span><br />
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Historic Cooksville Trust welcomes further assistance and donations as
Cooksville continues to preserve, enjoy and benefit from its
past as the village moves through the present and into the
future.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">[For more information, contact the Historic Cooksville Trust, Inc., (608) 873-5066.]</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Built ca. 1848, the frame Greek Revival-style house features a detailed, side-lighted front doorway with a decorative cornice above. First built for Nathan Parker and then owned by the Newell family from 1857 to 1954, the house was "pebble-dashed" (stuccoed) in 1932. It was rehabilitated with an addition added in 1977 by the McDonnell family, the present owner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The residence is located across from the southwest corner of the Cooksville Public Square and has four bedrooms and two bathrooms, along with two workshop rooms (one attached to the garage and one in the house basement).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The owners are seeking a buyer that appreciates a historic home located in a village established in 1842 and now a historic district listed in the National and State Registers of Historic Places, as well as in a locally-designated Historic Conservation District.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">For further information, contact Scott McDonnell at (715) 446-0867.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-7178918283481835852020-04-02T16:25:00.000-05:002020-04-29T08:57:21.014-05:00Tom Every, “Doctor Evermor” the Sculptor, has Died<br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Tom Every, also known as Doctor Evermor, the imaginative
self-taught artist, died on March 30, 2020, in a Sauk City nursing home. He was
81. Dr. Evermor spent some of his creative time working on sculptures at his son's blacksmith shop in the Village of
Cooksville in Rock County.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">T</span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">om, a former salvage operator turned metal artist, took
the name of Dr. Evermor and began creating a massive art park near Baraboo to display his
inventive and futuristic creations. In Cooksville,</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"> he also created a number of sculptures in the shop next to the historic Cooksville General Store.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Dr. Evermor at the Cooksville General Store, with his new fly-wheel</span></i></b>.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Tom Every, born in Madison, was raised in the village of
Brooklyn, Wisconsin, where his love of salvaging, saving, and re-using began
when he was a child. His love of salvaged materials and the creations they
inspired grew, and i</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">n the 1980s </span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Tom chose to be known as “Dr, Evermor,” the
artist. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">He soon created the huge, fantastical "Forevertron," which has been called the largest scrap metal sculpture in the world. It would become
the center piece of a three-year project that eventually led to the creation of
hundreds of whimsical sculptures in his park near Baraboo across the highway from
the former Badger Army Ammunition Plant. His dragons, trolls, gazebos, critters,
and other mysterious and amusing metal constructions surrounded his magical “Forevertron.”
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Dr. Evermor's "Heart of Hearts" sculpture being placed near Cooksville</span></i></b>.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Tom was a frequent visitor to historic Cooksville where
he and other artists and assistants created many of his sculptures at his son’s
blacksmith shop. Many metal creatures took shape there—butterflies, fish and
birds—especially birds, both small, large and, yes, (E)very large. </span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Two of
his huge birds—the dramatically towering "Dreamkeepers”—created in
Cooksville now stand watch on south Patterson Street in Madison.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">In 2011, Tom received a Wisconsin Visual Art Lifetime
Achievement Award, and in 2016 was presented a Friend of Preservation award
from the Madison Trust for Historic Preservation. He has been recognized as an
important and singular artist.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Two of Dr. Evermor’s large sculptures—“Heart of Hearts”
and “Moonmaiden”—have been erected just north of Cooksville on Thayer Every’s
Quarry Hill location on State Highway 138.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">By the way, Cooksville was also the brief residence of
Tom’s aunt, Carolyn Every, who at a young age in the early 1930s was the cook and
traveling companion for the most famous acting couple in the country, namely,
the Lunts—Alfred Lunt and Lynn Fontanne—who lived in their “Ten Chimneys”
estate at Genesee Depot, Wisconsin. “For a brief, magical time,” Carolyn later wrote,
“I became a part of the Lunts’ lives.” She shared many of her stories with her Cooksville
friends who encouraged her to write them down and were published later in the
Wisconsin Magazine of History in 1983.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<b><i>Dr. Evermor is 4th from the right in John Wilde's painting of the "15 Cooksvillians."</i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Tom Every was also part of John Wilde's painting and prints of the "15 Cooksvillians." John Wilde (1919 - 2006), a "Magic Realist" artist and University of Wisconsin-Madison professor, lived near Cooksville, and one day he took photographs of men he found in the village, including Tom working in his welding helmet and apron. In 1995, John created an oil painting of the 15 Cooksvillians (now in the UW-Madison's Chazen Museum) and in 1997 hand-colored prints of the rearranged men, including Tom. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Tom</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Every, the hard-working and unconventional artist known
as Dr. Evermor who created something out of seemingly nothing, finally wished to rest in the historic Cooksville Cemetery.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“A Mythic Obsession: The World of Dr.
Evermor,” a book about Tom Every and the world of Dr. Evermor, has been written by
Tom Kupsh and published in 2008 by the Chicago Review Press.</span><br />
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<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"></span><b></b>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-44835640570006489832020-03-27T11:12:00.002-05:002023-07-18T09:50:41.454-05:00The Early Businesses of Historic Cooksville: 1840s-1960s <br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> After
the arrival of the Cooks in 1840, the village they founded soon experienced
an early boom in business creation and in new settlers. However, Cooksville would later slowly decline as the new
railroads that replaced the old stagecoach routes in southern Wisconsin by-passed the village. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> But the good news is that this downturn in growth slowed new construction in the
village, which helped preserve many of the oldest buildings that now comprise
the Cooksville Historic District.</span></span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Over
the years, early U.S. census listings, business directories, and Rock
County histories in the Cooksville Archives collections provide a historical record of the
various non-farming business operations in the village and in nearby Porter
Township. These early entrepreneurial listings, complete or incomplete, date
from the 1850s to the 1920s. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Painting of the old Cooksville Mill on the Bad Fish Creek by Leila Dow</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">1842</span></i><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">Cooksville’s
first full-fledged commercial enterprise opened in 1842. This was the Cook
brothers sawmill, later a grist mill, on the Bad Fish Creek.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Announcing Chamber's Store at Cooks Mill, 1845</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">1845</span></i><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif""><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif""><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">In the fall of 1845, John D. Chambers, who had arrived in Janesville earlier in
the year, came to Cooksville to open a branch store in the village.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The location of this first store was on the
southeast corner of what came to named Main and Dane Streets, across from the
present extant historic General Store. (Chambers’ original store
building stood until about 1902.)</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Cookstown in 1848: a newspaper clippin</i></b>g describing its early growth.</span></div>
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<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">Near
the northeast corner of those same streets where Chamber's Store once stood, a prominent village commercial
building owned by John Van Vleck was built in which James Van Patten operated a meat
market. The building, built about 1845, later became known as Van Vleck’s Hall or
the Cooksville Opera House when in 1867 Van Vleck enlarged the building by
adding a second story hall used for music, lectures and programs. A variety
of businesses operated on the first floor over the years until the building—with the Opera House— burned down in 1893.</span></div>
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> The
present Cooksville General Store was built about 1847 and was operated by Earle
Woodbury, who eventually leased the second floor to the newly organized Masonic Lodge.Then, in
1864, the Masons purchased the building and expanded it with the store
remaining on the first floor.</span><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">1850</span></i><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">T</span></b><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">he U.S.
Census in 1850 counted the following non-farm employed individual occupations
in Porter Township, most in or near Cooksville: eight carpenters, five
blacksmiths, five merchants, two wagon makers, two hotel keepers, two
physicians, one miller, one potter, one painter and one tailor. Business was
booming, with two doctor in residence.</span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="background-color: white; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> The
two physicians in the 1850 listing were probably Dr. William Blackman who
practiced from 1848 to 1855 and Dr. Roswell Van Buren who practiced
from 1856 to 1862.</span></span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="background-color: white; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"> In 1866, a Dr. Roberts moved in, inspiring a local letter-writer
to comment to the Evansville newspaper: “Cooksville, though it is not a Rail
Road town, but it can boast of a fine healthy location. Doctors have always
starved out, unless they had some other means of living besides pill peddling.
Doctor Roberts has just moved in, may prove an exception, for he is a young man
of much ability and with energy enough to take long rides to hunt up the sick
ones, may succeed.”</span><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Partial list of Physician's Charges in 1849</span></i></b></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Waucoma House, 1850: Cooksville's stagecoach hotel and tavern, where the two hotel keepers listed in the 1850 census worked. Drawing based on an old sketch</i></b></span>.</td></tr>
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<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Cooksville’s many blacksmith shops, i<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="background-color: white; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">ndispensable
in their time, </span>operated in various
locations and for various lengths of time, although in some cases the records
are not clear as to their exact locations or durations. </span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> With their red-hot
forges and anvils, these small blacksmith shops were all-around repair and manufacturing
businesses for farm equipment, wagons and carriages, horse shoes, household
items and metal objects of every kind. A couple shops served this purpose on into
the 20<sup>th</sup> century. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">Robertson's Blacksmith Shop</span></i></b></td></tr>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">1856</span></i></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">In the
1856</span></b><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">
History of Rock County, the list of businesses for “Cooksville” (and its larger
next-door neighbor, “Waucoma”) included a sawmill-gristmill operation, the
Waucoma House stagecoach hotel and tavern, a sash and door factory, three
general merchant stores, one blacksmith shop, two brickyards, a wagon shop, a
cabinet shop, a tailor shop, two shoe shops, a post office, the Waucoma Academy
school, and several carpenters. (The regular Cooksville School was also
operating.)</span><br />
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<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>The Van Vleck Farm Implement Factory, the first in Wisconsin, manufactured corn planters, among other items. Demolished in 1928.</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">1875</span></i><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">A</span></b><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> business
directory from 1875 listed two general store operators, two grocers, a wagon
maker, a builder, a blacksmith, a flour mill operator, a corn planter
manufacturer, a postmaster and a new cheese factory. The population was
numbered at 150, with daily mail service. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">The Cooksville Cheese Factory built in 1875 was designed as a house, also</span></i></b>.</td></tr>
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<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif""><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">A newspaper article mentioned a tin shop was operating by 1879. </span><span style="font-size: 14pt;">James
Fairgrieve, operator of the tin shop, had gained notice in the Janesville
Daily Recorder early in 1879, when the newspaper’s Cooksville correspondent
reported, “This ‘burg’ is putting on metropolitan airs with four street lamps.
Mr. James Fairgreeves (sic), our tinner, has displayed both taste and skill,
besides a generous gift of a fine street lamp, and the same has been put in
position at the corner of the church by B. S, Hoxie.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif""><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"> Praise was also given to Fairgrieve’s shop,
where “everything is as neat as a pin” and where Fairgrieve could do
“everything in his line, from a birdcage to the roofing of a building” and “can
make anything you want, even to a hanging chandelier.” </span></span></span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> In 1880, Cooksville
had a new resident physician, Dr. Charles Culver, but he soon moved on, as other doctors did, because, as the local newspaper reported, “This vicinity cannot support a
doctor, it is too healthy.”</span><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">1891</span></i><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">The </span></b><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">businesses
listed in 1891 were a blacksmith, a postmaster, a flour mill, two general
stores, a corn planter manufacturer, a carpenter, a broom manufacturer, a
justice, and a music teacher. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Elsewhere
the records mention that the Waucoma House was still operating as a stagecoach stop, and a tin shop and a harness-maker were also still in business..</span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> In
1891, the Evansville newspaper reported, “Mr. Spencer, the harness-maker, is
drove with work and the reason why is that he always does a better job for a
man than he agrees to, and in more than one instance the farmer has made him a
present so well earned and merited. We are glad to note the prosperity of
honest workmen in any capacity.” (But two years, later in 1893, Spencer moved
with his family to northern Wisconsin.)</span><br />
<br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">1894</span></i></b><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">A</span></b><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">ccording
to a notice in the Wisconsin Tobacco Reporter of Edgerton, five blacksmith
shops were in operation in Cooksville in 1894, probably not all at the same
time. The population remained about 150.</span><br />
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<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif""></span><b style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">1904</span></b><div><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;"></span><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-size: 18.6667px;"><b><br /></b></span>
<span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"><i></i>By 1904<b>,</b></span></span><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> the
non-farm business listing was<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </b>getting
shorter: an agriculture implements factory, a meat market, a grocer, a general
store, a blacksmith, and a postmaster. Population was about 100. (The official
post office had ceased operations in 1903 but mail was probably still dropped
off from Evansville by horse and buggy.)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">A 1914 Cooksville Store ad.</span></i></b></td></tr>
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<br />
<span face=""arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif"></span><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="background-color: white; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">1920</span><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />
<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">A</span></b><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">
directory from 1920 listed just a grocery store and no other official businesses.
Other information indicates at least one “repair shop” remained with one smithy
still operating it. The directory listed no population figure, but no doubt it
had declined also. </span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Businesses
had almost disappeared. The early settlers had retired or passed on. The
younger generation was moving to larger, nearby communities; some took over the
area’s expanding farming businesses.</span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> The
old Village of Cooksville (including its larger, next-door village of Waucoma) began
resting on its pioneering laurels of the many early, sturdy homesteads and on the old
general store, the one-room schoolhouse on the Public Square, the old cemetery, and the two 19<sup>th</sup>century
churches, all with their charming historic character.</span><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhht0scHLtXuUiL3tMDO6W0a9uTbuPFBxrPrNyLbBeY5AxvjAIkmiXAoKjykXFTSDYnTkJ4slH-YUQsAaGEr4Tdxxe0EL1RhlVTh1rLT3Dh4KAV6R_deJCrA_yyh0QRtBrnEe6TM4bBUj0/s1600/Cooksville+HISTORIC+MARKER-BOTH+SIDES_NEW.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="1600" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhht0scHLtXuUiL3tMDO6W0a9uTbuPFBxrPrNyLbBeY5AxvjAIkmiXAoKjykXFTSDYnTkJ4slH-YUQsAaGEr4Tdxxe0EL1RhlVTh1rLT3Dh4KAV6R_deJCrA_yyh0QRtBrnEe6TM4bBUj0/s400/Cooksville+HISTORIC+MARKER-BOTH+SIDES_NEW.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">The Cooksville Schoolhouse, built in 1886, with the "Waucoma" side of the Wisconsin Historical Marker.</span></i></b></td></tr>
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<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">The
name of Cooksville was unofficially adopted for the two villages, apparently
because the last official U.S. post office, which had operated out of various politically-favored
local stores, had been located in the old Cooksville General Store, which was
on the Cooksville side of Main Street.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> The
two villages became one and took on a new, quieter, slower life as the 20<sup>th</sup>
century progressed, with many older residents and some summer residents. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Electricity arrived in 1917, with few
immediate customers. (Previously, the flowing Badfish Creek provided the needed power for the gristmill, and </span><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="background-color: white; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">one horse
walking in a circle powered <span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="background-color: white; color: black; display: inline; float: none; font-size: 14pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">the old farm
implement factory.) </span></span><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Some small businesses continued to
operate in the early 1900s. They were the old General Store, a smithy’s repair
shop, a summer ice-cream shop. A couple small grocers came and went, some serving
their merchandise to villagers from the front rooms of their
homes (the Collins House, the Cook House). And the Cooksville Schoolhouse continued
its educational and community mission with a variety of teachers, until the consolidation
of rural school districts in 1961.</span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> But an important “economic-related” cultural event quietly occurred in 1911. Ralph Lorenzo Warner purchased the village’s old
Duncan House, located next to his friend Susan Porter’s house. Warner turned the
old house and yard into a showcase of 19<sup>th</sup> century American life
with period furnishings and decorative arts and with an extensive period flower
and vegetable garden to stroll through.</span><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Ralph L. Warner (1875-1941)</i></b></span></td></tr>
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<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">Warner’s
unusual efforts attracted curious visitors who admired his antiquarian
creations. He soon began serving his (paying) guests lunches and dinners and
entertained them with piano music in his antique-filled home. Warner named his
life’s project the “House Next Door” and he quickly garnered local, state and
national notoriety for his unique “business” of celebrating American history. And
his success attracted the attention of other like-minded preservationists and
admirers to his adopted historic village of Cooksville, proving that preserving
historic properties can bring attention—and business—to communities.</span><br />
<br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br /></span>
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">By
the mid-20th century Cooksville had managed to attract a few new small businesses:
a welding and repair shop, an arts and crafts store, a popular snack shop, and
an antique shop. The General Store remained in business.</span><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><br />
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<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">The
Cooksville Welding & Repair Shop, located next to the old Store, was opened
in 1956 by Charles Gilbert. His business was to “do wrought-iron, custom-built
if you like, ornamental porch posts and railings.” </span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Marvin
Raney operated two small businesses. The first was the “Cooksville House” located
in the Duncan House barn in the 1950s selling local arts and crafts.</span><br />
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<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">Raney’s
larger antique store, the “Only Yesterday Shop,” was opened a few years later in
the Granary on the historic Joseph Porter Farm east of the village.</span><br />
<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> Also,
in the 1950s, the Ortman family opened their famous “Snack Shop” on Main Street north of the General Store in Cooksville.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: small;">The Ortman family "Snack Shop" with Sharon Ortman at work.</span></i></b></td></tr>
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<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">Then in the 1960s, George and Eunice Mattakat opened their “Red
Door Antique Shop” in the historic Cook House.</span><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Eunice and George Mattakat in their "Red Door Antique Shop."</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif"" style="font-size: 14pt;">By
then, the Village of Cooksville had evolved into a quiet life style, that of a small,
rural, well-preserved historic community, which was becoming known as “the Town
that Time Forgot” and as a “Wee Bit of New England in Wisconsin.”</span><br />
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<span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif""><i> [The information and images are from the Cooksville Archives, maintained by the Historic Cooksville Trust, Inc., which welcomes donations. Contact Larry Reed at (608) 873-5066.]<span style="font-size: 14pt;"> </span></i></span></div>
<b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike><span style="font-size: medium;"></span><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif""></span><span face=""segoe ui semibold" , "sans-serif""></span></div>Larry Reedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11802362176217744483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389937738598236569.post-37413839093060954202020-03-04T09:59:00.001-06:002020-03-07T08:50:46.101-06:00New Donations: Cooksville‘s Morgan Family Music & School Books <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Joe and Bobbie Bradley of Evansville recently donated a
number of music and school books to the Cooksville Archives and Collections. The
books date from the 1840s to the 1890s and had been owned and used by Thomas
Morgan (1824-1905}<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>and his four
children in Cooksville. The Morgan family lived across the street from the
Cooksville Schoolhouse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"> Morgan, a native of
Wales, a carpenter, came to Cooksville about 1847, married Mary Jane Hoxie, and then built his
home across from the Schoolhouse. His wife’s brothers, Benjamin and Isaac Hoxie, were also both talented carpenters and may have helped Morgan to build the simple Greek
Revival style house. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Tom Morgan, true to his Welsh
tradition, considered himself quite a musician, performing and directing the
Village Choir, according to a local villager at the time. He was well-known for
bringing his small foot-pumped melodeon to the Schoolhouse for the musical
portion of church services and for other events in the school, which at the
time was the only public venue for social events and entertainments for adults
and children. (A little old melodeon,
which may have belonged to Morgan, is also a part of the Cooksville collections.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Thanks to Joe and Bobbie Bradley for their generous donation to the Historic Cooksville Trust and for helping to preserve and conserve Cooksville's history. Here are images of some of the books.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The Fourth Reader - 188</span>3- title page</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Morgan lived in his house until his death in 1905. Later,
in 1932, the house was owned by the Naysmith family. Eventually, Helen Naysmith
Toigo (1906-1989) married Frank Bradley (1914-1992). Frank’s son and
daughter-in-law, Joe and Bobbie Bradley, had received the music and school books
from Joe’s father.</span><br />
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