By Morris Rote-Rosen
Some one let the cat out of the bag and gave out the date of our birthday, which we have, for some years past, considered unimportant. We don't know whether it was Nan Manchester or Blanche Plumb, but the story, that we had a birthday on February 12, leaked out. As a result we were for the first time in years remembered by many friends who expressed good wishes, for which we are appreciative. We didn't suppose that birthdays mattered after one passes fifty, but apparently they do.
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Don Roy and Jessie Finch expressed surprise in their birthday greeting card on which they wrote: "So you have 'em too? Never would guess it" ... And from an old, old friend, whom we have always admired: "Congratulations. Candid and sincere. Also an outsize bunch of good wishes, showered with fragrant blossoms of respect and appreciation (Signed) Ida Barden" ... From Marilyn: "Keep crowin' on your birthday, don't think your sun has set. You're still a 'Red-Hot' rooster and the chickens love you yet" ... And thanks also to Jane Reynolds and to Laura Madalalena and family.
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When Jerome Ginsburg unveils the new store in the former Rigali block it will be one of the show places on the Main street. Although Jerome didn't state it, the store is built to accommodate a super-market. It is large, the floor space is well arranged with large show windows. The appearance of a live business in the place of a ghost building which has been a sore eye to our business section will add greatly to Granville and it will open up activity in a dull and forsaken spot.
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Just about the time when we decided that Bert Tobey long ago has been outfitted with a pair of white wings, playing a harp in Angel Gabriel's symphony orchestra, we received a note from him from Boston reads in part as follows: "I take the Sentinel and ready your column every week. It's good, in fact, it's perfect." We may not agree on the over-complimentary remarks of Bert but we can have no argument with him that he is very much alive, and we hope, enjoying good health. It's time to visit the lake this year, Bert. We have missed you old timer.
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While on the subject of old timers, we recollect when Charles Paul, who died a few weeks ago, at the age of 82, was once a leading shoe merchant in Granville. He was the best dressed man in Granville, even during business hours. He lived on East Main street and would come to his store riding a bicycle. He was immaculately dressed in a cutaway coat, striped trousers, a stand-up collar with an ascot. He always wore a new derby and the shine on his shoes reflected like a mirror. He took pride in his handle-bar mustache. It was once said of him that he couldn't stay in business because "he was too honest."
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That Irvine baby girl has the whole family excited and one look at Grandma Sumner will reflect the attitude of the entire Sumner family. As for Dr. Irvine -- well it is just what he wanted ... We miss Harry Culver from his regular mail route. His Ford coupe rolling down West Main street for his mail delivery was as regular as the clock. Harry's many friends are whishing him well and an early recovery ... It isn't often one will travel several miles to settle a small account, like Mrs. John M. Jones, who came all the way from West Pawlet to pay a three cents debt.
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A Sentinel headline tells about snow collapsing a barn roof, but says nothing of the many collapsed aching arms and backs from shoveling it ... Rev. Lewis Brehaut of Bangor, Me., stopped in for a few minutes' call and the sparking in his eye is from answering questions about his lovely little daughter, Vallere Lou ... William I. Toomey, in the post office, carefully analyzing the finger prints on the FBI circulars of criminals wanted by the law ... Several Granville wage earners, discussing the slump in the market, one of them shouting, "Happy sliding Wall Street!"
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John Hayes of Wells says that his well went dry about the middle of February, the first time in his 65 year memory of the farm ... Crossing the village square a few days ago we heard the following lyrics coming from a recording over the sound amplifier: "Never, never cross the Wabash, she'll make a monkey out of you" ... That "1888" reunion, planned for Friday evening, March 12, the anniversary of the "Blizzard of Blizzards," ought to bring out an interesting group of the older generation in an exchange of experiences in the blizzard of 60 years ago. Send your name to Truman R. Temple, chairman of the reunion.
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Oscar Krampf picked up a lame and starved dog near Hampton on one of the coldest nights of the winter. He stopped, lifted the dog into his car, brought him to the police station in Granville where he left him overnight. He called for him in the morning with some meat and a bottle of milk, then lifted him into his car and returned to Hampton to find the owner. Failing in his quest he returned to Granville, gave a friend of his $10, before leaving town with instructions to feed the dog for two weeks, hoping that during that time, the owner would come to claim the dog. There aren't many fellows in this world like Oscar Krampf.
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As we stood in the rear of St. Mary's church, at the funeral of Albert Libert, another scene came running through our mind as we visualized the service of the first Granville soldier to die in World War I. It was on Saturday morning, October 5, 1918, that the flag draped casket, containing the remains of Corporal William Brannick, rested on the exact spot in St. Mary's church, where those of Albert Libert rested on Friday, February 6, 1948. "Bill" Brannick died in Camp Meade, Maryland, during the influenza epidemic.
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The death of Grant J. Tefft of the Greenwich Journal, removes the last of a group of country weekly editors in Washington county, who played such an important part in the political and business life of the county. There are none of the old timers left now who contributed so much to county journalism. Outstanding among them were such names as J. L. McArthur of the Sentinel; Tefft of the Whitehall Chronicle, Williams of the Whitehall Times; Blanchard of the Fort Edward Gazette; Manell of the Greenwich Journal and the Hon. J. S. Smart of the Cambridge Post.
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The meanest thief in the world visited the Granville post office and stole the box containing the public's contribution to the "March of Dimes" campaign ... Sephora (Mrs. John. W.) Evans posed in real fighting mood when she tried to defend her dog "Blackie" from Ed McGinley's bull dog. "Seph" picked up one of the ice cream containers in front of the Lasher drug store and swung it more scientifically in defense than Joe Louis can swing a pair of 8-ounce gloves ... That bare-knuckle fight in the alley staged by two local high school boys drew quite a crowd. It was declared a draw after Michael Caruso stepped in as a peacemaker.
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