CENTENNIAL OF MINER FAMILY.
The celebration of the Miner family, June 7, 1906, at the old homestead on Green Lawn Avenue, was an occasion well worthy of permanent note. Mrs. Mary Wharton, eighty-five years of age, youngest daughter of Isaac Miner, and the sole survivor of his children, issued an invitation to her friends and neighbors in the following form: 1806 Spero ut fidelis. 1906 MRS. MARY WHARTON REQUESTS THE PLEASURE OF YOUR COMPANY AT THE CENTENNIAL OF THE MINER FAMILY THURSDAY AFTERNOON, JUNE THE SEVENTH, NINETEEN HUNDRED AND SIX FROM TWO UNTIL SIX, GREENLAWN AVE. COLUMBUS, OHIO. The weather proved to be most favorable and the large num- ber in attendance were delightfully entertained in the historic |
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house and upon the spacious lawn. During the afternoon exercises were held appropri- ate to the occasion and at the conclusion refreshments were served, accompanied with pleasing music. Upon invita- tion of Mrs. Wharton, Mr. Henry C. Taylor, a life long friend of the family, deliv- ered the welcoming address, as follows: On behalf of our hostess, Mrs. Mary Wharton, I ex- tend to you all her most cor- dial welcome to her old home this afternoon. She came to this place and commenced liv- |
ing in this house eighty-three (83) years ago. Since she was a (406) |
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little child this has been her home, and
it is probable that no
one now living in this county has lived
in the same house so
many years. This residence was built by
her father, Isaac Miner.
in the year 1823 under the
supervision of Dr. Lincoln Goodale.
Dr. Goodale was one of the early
settlers in Franklinton, and
living in this vicinity, it was more
convenient for him to super-
intend the work than for Isaac Miner,
who at that time lived in
what is now Madison County. It is
possible that Dr. Goodale
had a larger experience in this kind of
business, and in conse-
quence could render very valuable
service. However it may
have been, there was good care taken,
the walls are true and
strong and with proper attention will be
good for centuries to
come.
The brick used in the construction of
this house were made
in Chillicothe and were hauled here in
wagons. Chillicothe was
at that time the most considerable town
on a line running north
and south through central Ohio. The line
of travel in those days
was from Chillicothe to Sandusky,
through Circleville, Bloom-
field, Columbus, Delaware, Upper
Sandusky to Sandusky City.
In this home Isaac Miner raised a large
family, and for many
years, until the children were grown up
to manhood and woman-
hood, and scattered in the world, this
place was a center of activity
and interest.
Here in his boyhood days Edwin M.
Stanton was a frequent
visitor, and young Stanton and John
Miner were then and ever
afterwards devoted friends. Together
they attended Kenyon
College, and Isaac Miner was always a
stanch supporter of
Bishop Chase, the founder of that
Institution. In after years,
when Mary Miner had grown to young
womanhood, she was sent
to Dr. Beatty's school at Steubenville,
and was placed under the
direct care of Edwin M. Stanton, then a
resident of that place.
That he performed his duty in this
relationship I have no doubt,
and Mrs. Wharton has told me
confidentially that Stanton was a
natural born tyrant. How much discipline
Mrs. Wharton re-
ceived while under his charge and how
much experience
Stanton received that was valuable to
him when he became Secre-
tary of War in Lincoln's cabinet I am
not able to state.
Here also at a later date came another
distinguished visitor,
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whose name for many years was familiar
in all the homes and
settlements of our country. Isaac Miner
was an ardent Whig,
and on one occasion, when Henry Clay was
passing through
Columbus, he was here received and
entertained. We can easily
imagine the beauty of this location and
the attractiveness of this
home sixty (60) years ago. The site is
upon an elevation of land
about one-quarter of a mile in length
from north to south and
about five hundred feet in width. In the
state of nature, these
grounds were covered with noble forest
trees, and immediately
southeast of the house stood a fine
sugar grove. In this fertile
valley of the Scioto, this must have in
the early days appeared to
be an ideal site for a country home. The
farm of Isaac Miner
was a large one well stocked with
horses, cattle and hogs. It
extended long distances north and south
and from the river
west, including what is now Green Lawn
Cemetery.
In the family of Isaac Miner, Mary was
next to the youngest
member and she was born January 19, 1821. As a child,
little
girl and young woman she had the varied
experiences of pioneer
life. The lessons of self denial, work
and sacrifice she learned
early and well. In her girlhood days she
walked from home to
Parker's school, which stood on the
present site of the Starling
Medical College on East State street in
Columbus. The road at
that time was east from the house to the
river, north along the
river bank to Sullivant's bridge, the
one spanning the river at
Broad street, and which was afterwards
bought by the National
government. We would now think that this
was a long walk for
a young girl, but it seemed to be all
right to Mary Miner.
Fortunately our forefathers placed a
high estimate on the value
of education, and in its pursuit were
not daunted by distances and
difficulties. Among the accomplishments
of the scholars of those
early schools was good penmanship, and
in this Mary Miner so
excelled that when attending school in
Philadelphia (Pa.) in
1836 she was selected to pen the address
of Daniel Webster, then
Secretary of State, requesting on behalf
of the Society of Friends
the abolition of slavery. This was the
first petition forwarded
to Washington urging the suppression of
slavery in the District
of Columbia.
Mrs. Wharton has lived to see the
circumstances and condi-
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tions of life made easier in many ways.
She has witnessed with
great pleasure the development of our
Country, and the growth
of our State, County and City, and she
rejoices in our present
prosperity; but she is thankful that so
much of her life was spent
with those men and women, good and true,
whom we all honor
and revere as the pioneer settlers of
Franklin County.
The trials and disappointments that have
come into her life
she has borne with fortitude and
cheerfulness, and now in her
serene age she spends some of her
happiest hours in meditating
upon those days when this old house was
new.
A brief history of the Miner family was
then read:
Thomas Miner came to this country from
Somersett County, Eng-
land, on the good ship Arabella, which
landed at Salem, Massachusetts
on the 14th day of June, 1630.
He was the direct descendant of one
Henry Miner, to whom Ed-
ward the Third, "going to make
warre against the French took a pro-
gresse through Somersett, and finding
the said Henry Miner having
convened his Domestical and Meniall
Servants and armed them with
Battle-axes, professed himself and them
to his Master's Service, did
therefore grant his Coat armorial."
The sterling qualities of Thomas Miner
placed him in the position
to at once become a prominent figure in
the affairs of the Colony.
He early allied himself with the men of
authority and soon became
recognized in their Councils for his
sound judgment. He was an
authority in dealing with the Indians
and because of his peculiar ability
to deal with them was frequently
employed by Governor Winthrop to
enter into an agreement with and publish
court orders to the tribes.
It is said he mastered the Indian
language and on occasions would
accompany a missionary as interpreter to
give them the gospel in their
own language. We also find him leading
the militia against the Narra-
gansett Indians, and at an age when a
man's qualifications as a leader
of soldiers are not considered of much
worth.
Between the years 1630 and 1640, Thomas
Miner lived at Salem,
Charlestown, and Hingham, Massachusetts,
but he was not satisfied to
settle down in any of those places.
Under a commission from the General
Court of Massachusetts, we
find him one of the founders of what he
is pleased to call "Pequitt,"
now New London, Connecticut. Finally he
determined to settle perma-
nently at "Quiambaug" on lands
he acquired partly by grant, because
of valuable services with the Indians.
Associating himself with others,
the town of Southerton now Stonington,
Connecticut was formed. There
he continued to live until he died and
there he lies buried. On the
stone which marks his grave are the
following words.
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"Here lyes the body of Lieutenant Miner, aged 83, Departed 1690." After settling at what is now Stonington, he began a Diary in 1653, which he carried on faithfully till July 26th, 1684. This diary has been handed down through successive generations remaining on the old Thomas Miner homestead property at Quiambaug in the town of Stonington, Conn., and is now in the custody of Cornelius V. Miner. Thomas Miner married Grace Palmer and had several children. One son, Clement, married Frances Filley, a widow, and had five chil- dren. One son of these, Joseph, married Elizabeth Comstock, of Lyme, Conn., and had two children, Joseph and Elizabeth. Joseph married Grace Turner and had a family of eight children. Of these, one son, Jesse married Jane Watrous of Lyme and had twelve children. He |
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lived in New London, Conn., and there on December 25th, 1750, was born Isaac Miner. In 1775, he married Betsey Griffin. In 1780, they moved to Pitts- field, Mass., and from there to Chenango County, New York, two or three years later. Their second child, a son named Isaac was born at New London, Conn., December 18th, 1778. He married Hannah Stowell in 1802, and in 1806 removed from Chenango County, New York to Ohio, in what was then Franklin County, but is now Madison, and about nineteen miles southwest of Columbus. Later, sometime in the year 1823, he moved to Columbus, Ohio, where he died, December 27th, 1831, aged 53 years and 9 days. He had children at follows: |
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Griffin R. Miner, born January 12th,
1804.
Anna Maria Miner, born September 16th,
1806.
Emma Miner, born June 9th, 1808.
John L. Miner, born March 8th, 1810.
Henry Miner, born May 8th, 1812.
William L. Miner, born February 17th,
1817.
Mary Miner, born January 18th, 1821.
Richard Miner, born January 19th, 1832.
Following the reading of the family
history, Hon. Thomas
E. Powell was introduced to the guests
and delivered the fol-
lowing address:
It has often been said of a well known
lawyer of this State, that
his idea of heaven was a place where a
man could always speak and
always have an audience. I hope for your
sakes as well as my own,
that my selection to-day has not been
made on that theory. I am
rather inclined to believe it came
because it was supposed I could not
well afford to wait for heaven, because
there was a chance that I
might not be on hand when the speaking
there began, and so it was
kindly suggested I should have my show
now.
You have all wondered how the young lady
now entertaining
us, conceived and executed the plans of
this delightful centennial anni-
versary. The true solution of the
problem lies in the fact that a pioneer
girl never grows old. Time may bring her
more years, but they only
to add to her rich experience.
Seventy-five or eighty years may possibly
change the color of her hair, but at
heart, in her feelings and in her
sympathies she still remains the girl of
twenty.
We all know and appreciate the work of
the early settlers. We
have had in prose and poetry
descriptions of the lives, character and
habits of our pioneers. Every good
citizen feels a deep sense of
gratitude to those who by their toil and
sacrifices prepared the way and
laid the foundations upon which have
been built our splendid State
and its attractive capital city.
But in my opinion undue prominence has
always been given to
the pioneer man and too little to the
pioneer woman. Here as well as
everywhere else he has been doing the
talking and claiming the credit
while she has been doing the real work.
Whenever great sacrifices were
to be made or great privations endured:
whenever the question came
in the family as to who should give up
something for the benefit of
the rest, the woman always stepped to
the front while the man straggled
along in the rear. But when the
hardships were all past and success
and prosperity had come, the man
insisted upon standing in the center
of the stage and telling how it was
done, while the woman modestly and
silently stood at the side or rear.
412 Ohio Arch. and
Hist. Society Publications.
Many an early settler would have thrown
up his work, abandoned
the field and gone back to a life of
ease in the city if some good woman
had not kept her eye on him and
compelled him to stay on the reserva-
tion. She was always up in the morning
before him and when the first
rays of the morning sun blessed the
earth she was his hope and his
inspiration, in the labors and toils of
the day she was his comfort and
his joy, and in the evening she was his
benediction. She could work
all day and then make herself so
attractive in the evening that many
a man would walk ten or fifteen miles
for the purpose of looking at
and talking to her.
Our people have assembled here to-day to
learn from the life of
Mary Wharton something of the hardships
endured by the generation
which had gone before. To hear the story
of the tender recollections,
the kindred ties, the early affections
and the touching incidents and
narratives which mingle with all she
knows of this old and primitive
family abode.
What marvelous changes have occurred
since Mary Wharton has
lived on this place. We have all read
the story of Alladin and his
wonderful lamp. How by the work of magic
in a single night palaces
arose and were filled with all the works
of luxury and art. But Mary
Wharton has witnessed even greater
changes than these. When she
first looked out from this house toward
the East she saw a struggling
village of a few hundred people living
lives of simplicity, industry and
economy, but when she looks in the same
direction to-day, she sees a
splendid city with its great buildings
and palatial houses filled with all
the objects of luxury and wealth and
nearly two hundred thousand
people all of whom are indebted to her
and her kind for having prepared
the way and made it possible for them to
secure the advantages and
enjoy the fortunes that surround them
to-day.
It seems as if God loved the pioneer and
He was always calling
the best men and women into that field.
He found Adam and Eve in
the Garden living lives of ease and
idleness and falling into tempta-
tions and sin, so He turned them out and
sent them as pioneers into
the wilderness of the world. He started
them with the smallest ward-
robe any bridal couple ever had, for the
purpose of emphasizing the
great truth that the less a young couple
have at the beginning the more
they will be sure to accumulate in the
end. But in a short time by their
joint labors and toils they created for
themselves a larger and better
garden. Then He found Abram and said
unto him. "Get thee out of
thy country and from thy kindred and
from thy father's house unto a
land which I shall show thee. And I
shall make of thee a great nation
and I will bless thee and make thy name
great: and thou shalt be a
blessing."
Under this command Abram left the land
of Ur of the Chaldees
and went over and settled in Canaan and
made it the land of promise
and prepared it for the coming of God's
chosen race. Then He found
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that good woman Rebekah living in far
off Mesopotamia and when
the messenger came she turned her back
upon family and friends and
without a protest started on that long
and memorable journey which
ended by her becoming the wife of Isaac
and the mother of the chil-
dren of Israel whose seed in time became
as the sands of the sea in
multitude. And so the list might be long
continued of the good men
and women who were especially selected
and called into this field, and
whose labors were divinely blest and
whose names and works are pre-
served in both sacred and profane
history.
So we are here to-day to manifest our
affectionate veneration
for another pioneer woman who during her
long life shrank from no
danger, shunned no hardship in order
that the coming generation might
have better advantages than her own, and
who at the same time met
all the demands that society and friends
made upon her and in her
own house cultivated every social and
domestic virtue.
And when Mary Wharton leaves these
scenes to make her last
and final visit, into what a goodly
company of pioneers will she be re-
ceived, and in comparison with their
great ages she will be the youngest
and baby pioneer of them all and as such
will receive favor and con-
sideration and will receive their united
blessings as here to-day she has
ours.
In response to Mrs. Wharton's
invitation, a number of in-
teresting letters were received from old
and intimate friends,
full of reminiscence and good will, and
from among them the
following were read to the pleasure and
interest of all present:
LETTER FROM COL. E. L. TAYLOR.
You could not possibly have thought of
anything more appropriate
than your proposed assembling of old
friends on such an occasion as
you have in view. It is a pleasing
thought to all your friends that
you should remember and propose to
celebrate the 100th anniversary of
your father's coming to this county. His
arrival proved to be an im-
portant event, as by his character and
worth he exercised a wide and
salutary influence upon the young
community into which he came, and
it must be exceedingly gratifying to you
that his good influence is still
being widely felt after the passing of a
hundred years.
It is a long time since I first visited
your hospitable home, it was
either in 1860 or '61. I have met many
good people at your home since
that time. Many of their faces I will
miss if I am able to be present
in response to your invitation. Among
the young ladies, whom I well
remember, who made your home and the
neighborhood attractive were
Sarah Stimmel, now Mrs. Horton and her
sister Lida Stimmel now Mrs.
W. T. Reese. There was in your household
at that time your niece,
Miss Emma Kirby, whose gracious manners
and deep blue eyes I have
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Hist. Society Publications.
not forgotten. She has long since been
laid to rest. Among others
whom I remember to have met at your home
was "Uncle Joe" Renick;
Mr. and Mrs. Peter Campbell, the genial
and kind-hearted Sam Stimmel
and his equally genial brother John;
also that sterling, unpretentious
man, George W. Huffman, who if now
living would be about your own
age. And there was your worthy and much
respected brother William,
who was your nearest neighbor and whose
comparatively early death
was a marked loss to the community. All
of these have passed away
and I think that there can be but few
now living who were your fre-
quent guests and visitors now nearly a
half century ago.
Since your invitation reached me my
memory has reverted to
the time and occurrences of the past
with which you were connected.
Among other things I recall an important
social event which took place
at John Stimmel's "new house"
soon after he came to occupy it. In
addition to his friends and neighbors he
had invited quite a number of
young people from the city and so a
jolly party was made up. It is
my best recollection that you were
there. The young people danced in
the large dining room, which had been
cleared for that purpose, and
old "Tall Hight" and his band
furnished the music. After having tired
of the ordinary dances which were
fashionable at that time there was
a demand for "Money Musk".
Uncle Joe Renick was a very famous
leader in that dance and the young people
vigorously besought him to
lead them in Money Musk. He had many
objections but none of them
were allowed to prevail and as a last
resort he fell back on the fact that
the boots he was wearing were not
suitable for the dance. This was ob-
viated by one of the other gentlemen
present doffing his own boots and
placing them upon Uncle Joe's feet.
Thereupon Uncle Joe went into the
dancing room, furnished out with his
borrowed boots, formed the
dancers into line and compelled them to
dance Money Musk until they
were more than fully satisfied with it.
Those were merry days when
old and young were able to mix together
and enjoy life and social inter-
course. I am afraid this spirit and
social habit has largely passed away,
and that nothing so desirable has been
substituted therefor.
Your kind invitation has also brought to
mind the "Miner Spring".
I have frequently of late years,
particularly when passing along Greenlawn
Ave., made inquiry of persons with me as
to the Miner Spring, and I
have seldom found one who had any
knowledge of it, or who had ever
heard of it, and yet this spring was
well-known throughout all this
region and very much visited by the
citizens of Columbus and surround-
ing country on acount of the excellency
of its water. It was a common
sight to see a score or more of buggies
and carriages at the spring
on a summer evening the occupants having
come to drink the water, and
many of them to carry it away in large
jugs for use at home. That
famous spring is now forgotten except by
a few of the older residents.
It was a famous place for picnics forty
or fifty years ago and the white
oak grove which stood on the ridge
immediately west of the spring
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afforded the most desirable place for such outings. When I pass Green- lawn Ave. I am always pleased to observe that the stately white oaks under whose shade I danced with other young people are still standing, or were standing when I last observed them.
LETTER FROM LIDA ROSE M'CABE.* SEATTLE, WASHINGTON. MY VERY DEAR, OLD YOUNG FRIEND: What memories the centennial of the old homestead recalls to yours devotedly! I need not tell you how I should love to be with the last of its reigning Queens on this natal June day. What pleasure to per- sonally add my poor mite to the homage and loving good will that will |
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be brought from far and near, to put "like proud pied April, a spirit of youth into everything" crown- ing that lovely green knoll so rich in memories of when 'Queen Mary' (as that royal old cavalier of cheery souvenir, General Walcutt was wont to call you), made things hum on both sides of the raging Scioto! Alas! in lieu of the seven hundred miles that have for years separated us at intervals, some seven thousand miles will lie between us on that 'day of days.' The destiny that shapes our ends is piloting me towards "Seward's ice-box" as Alaska was dubbed in early days of Government purchase. Not |
to the beaten coast line of tourist travel, but to Cape Nome thence a hundred miles interior. Tent life on Ophir Creek in the heart of gold sluicing is among the experiences promised, and of which I hope to tell you in some future heart to heart talk. But from that rude, bleak world, your thoughtful, loving summons to the old homestead celebration recalls to me that long, long ago when first I climbed the hill to find royal welcome at the gate swung open wide by sunny, faithful "Hat." Don't you remember, I was but "A Little Maid from School"- a heap more insipid and unsophisticated than the Gilbert-Sullivan bunch! How I bristled with ambition- dreams alas of which there is naught to-day but shadows! I was chasing data for a letter to the Cincinnati Commercial on old Columbus--Columbus the cradle of men and women of national renown. * Miss Lida Rose McCabe, Author of "Don't you Remember," "American Girl at College," which was translated into several foreign languages, "The Occupations and Compensations of Women," and "What Women Can Earn." |
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Hist. Society Publications.
"Go to Mary Wharton," said the
venerable Joseph Sullivant, rich in
wisdom and years and honors. Mary
Wharton has lived more lives than
half the population. She grew up with
the town. She is a walking store
house of information. She has forgot
more than half these new women
ever knew."
"And where does she live?" I
ventured to ask. "Across the river
on Green Lawn Avenue which she gave to
the city. Green Lawn
Cemetery was once a part of her father's
farm. She lives in the old
Miner homestead which her father built,
and where she was born."
Then in his graphic, interesting way, he
told me stories of the
early days when the Miner's broad acres of
waving corn flanked both
sides of the Scioto for miles and miles,
and Mary Miner was the
beauty, wit and belle of old Franklinton
and new Columbus.
The only real world to me then was the
world of dreams.
I was so excited at prospect of meeting
a real live personage out
of what seemed to my girlish fancy, the
age of chivalry, romance, that
I could not sleep the night preceding
the day set for my visit to the
old homestead, when I should behold in
the flesh this wonderful Mary
Wharton for whose smile sued Edward
Stanton, Secretary of War in
Lincoln's Cabinet, John Breslin,
Treasurer of State of Ohio, and a
kindred galaxy of old beaux!
That was the first of how many
subsequent pilgrimages? They
must have outnumbered the perennial
bloomers in the old garden-
the grapes clustering round the double
decked porches.
How many autumn and winter hours we
toasted our Trilbys at
the crackling hearth while you conjured
memories of "far off happier
days! not a little of which is
incorporated in "Don't You Remember?"
Again and again we went over the old
post road in stage coach
to and from the Young Ladies' Academy in
Philadelphia or danced at
the inaugural ball at the opening of the
State House.
Indeed so vital to me grew the life,
rather lives, you have lived, that
my hat took the tilt of an 1830 Godey,
while my vocabulary was that
of the Loco focos.
Your life has always been one of
encouragement and good cheer. In
the obstacles you have met and overcome
in your long, long life of use-
fulness you have been an unfailing
source of inspiration in times and
places of which you little suspected.
Well, here's to you and yours, from
across the Continent and the
shores of Bering Sea!
May you live to celebrate your own
Centennial under the century
roof tree! May I live to tell the story
is my loving wish and devout
prayer.
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The intellectual program of the day was most fittingly closed by the presentation of a delightful bit of poetry composed in memory of the event by Miss Rebekah Sullivant:* |
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This wine pray take For friendship's sake. 'Tis said to make Old mem'ries start. Though thy keen wit Hath not a bit Of need of it To make it dart.
But then perchance, It may enhance The merry dance Of thy blue eyes. From earliest days We've heard thy praise, And now we raise Our strain likewise. |
From many lips Of pranks and quips Of winks and tips We've had the tale. Come, drink our toast, Let not the ghost Of sadness boast Its presence pale. |
To every part Of thy dear heart, May it impart Affection's glow. Through coming years May smiles, sans tears, And hopes, sans fears, Thy path bestrow. |
The early history of Franklin County is enriched and pre- served by celebrations of this character, and it is commendable in those descendants of the pioneers, who have the opportunity to thus honor their ancestors, and leave a public record for posterity. In the natural and inevitable changes and vicissitudes of life, the continuance of a family for one hundred years in one locality will not become a common event, and when such a per- manence of residence occurs it merits recognition and observance. * Miss Rebekah Sullivant is the daughter of Joseph Sullivant, and granddaughter of Lucas Sullivant, founder of Franklinton in the year 1797. Vol. XV-27. |
CENTENNIAL OF MINER FAMILY.
The celebration of the Miner family, June 7, 1906, at the old homestead on Green Lawn Avenue, was an occasion well worthy of permanent note. Mrs. Mary Wharton, eighty-five years of age, youngest daughter of Isaac Miner, and the sole survivor of his children, issued an invitation to her friends and neighbors in the following form: 1806 Spero ut fidelis. 1906 MRS. MARY WHARTON REQUESTS THE PLEASURE OF YOUR COMPANY AT THE CENTENNIAL OF THE MINER FAMILY THURSDAY AFTERNOON, JUNE THE SEVENTH, NINETEEN HUNDRED AND SIX FROM TWO UNTIL SIX, GREENLAWN AVE. COLUMBUS, OHIO. The weather proved to be most favorable and the large num- ber in attendance were delightfully entertained in the historic |
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house and upon the spacious lawn. During the afternoon exercises were held appropri- ate to the occasion and at the conclusion refreshments were served, accompanied with pleasing music. Upon invita- tion of Mrs. Wharton, Mr. Henry C. Taylor, a life long friend of the family, deliv- ered the welcoming address, as follows: On behalf of our hostess, Mrs. Mary Wharton, I ex- tend to you all her most cor- dial welcome to her old home this afternoon. She came to this place and commenced liv- |
ing in this house eighty-three (83) years ago. Since she was a (406) |