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April 22,1993The Granville SentinelGranville as it was by Minnie Hite MoodyPrice and Mandy went travelingOne humid night recently this Welsh Hills story returned to mind Riding along Price Road the other day. noticing houses dotting the frontage of Price and Mandy Glynn's farm. I marvelled at the way the Welsh Hills area is building up There are simply more people, and people require a place to live. Slightly west, on the opposite side of the road from the Welsh Hills Cemetery, expensive houses nestle in what was the pasture from which Thcophilus Rees's cows wandered away to Granville. There, on a Sunday morning Thcophilus found them, as legend tells us. attending the first worship service of the newly arrived Granville colony. A mural depicting the scene can he viewed in the lobby of the Granville post office.So change has to come, and the best I can do is to try to remember some of the old folk who used to be here, and that they too were important in their day. And how brief is the span of life between those who arc gone and those more recently come. If. in the process I can manage to make readers a bit better acquainted with the old-timers. I may have accomplished something.Price Glynn was bom in 1827 and his wife Amanda 1831.1 remember them dimly from early childhood, and my recollection seems to place them on the front steps of the old Welsh Hills church, the one which stood there before the present cement block church was built, which was in 1908. As that was the year Price Glynn died, it must have been back some time before that, because I remember being earned in and out of the church, and sitting on Aunt Cora's lap. and that the men sal on one side of the aisle and the women «m the other.And after church, before we went over to Aunt Martha's nextdoor for Sunday dinner. Grandpa was on the from steps talking with a couple who I was reminded years later were Price and Mandy GlynnCousin Raymond Evans, whom I have mentioned in this column and of whom I shall write again, enjoyed telling a story about Price and Mandy Glynn in their prime, when good farming had paid and they had achieved sufficient affluence to entitle them to a stylish vacation.This was hack in the years when Old Point Comfort. Virginia, was at its peak as a seaside resort. Price and Mandy decided to go there, quite a trip for a central Ohio farm couple unused to travel. But they made necessary reservations and plans and away they went.Cousin Raymond liked to tell how. after they had relumed from their great adventures. Price and Mandy invited their friends and neighbors to spend an evening with them and hear at first hand about what then qualified as a trip into outer space Cousin Raymond was among those present, and so were some members of the ncxt-farm Price family. The younger Price hoys and Cousin Raymond were about of an age.Price Glynn, as a self-respecting lacking County farmer and man of opinion, told of the fine hotel where they had stayed and about the extensive beach with its quantities of bright sand, and the refreshing sea brcc/c Mandy related tales of the men friends she had met, the styles the women were wearing, and how Price had refused to go bathing at the shore, his objection being to parading himself in a halhmg suit.As men's bathing suit styles of that era were modest in the extreme, consisting of a black or dark blue knitted lop w ith elbow length sleeves, and a longer section to match resembling a pair of long johns decorated about mid-calfwith two or three bold white amund-the-leg stripes, it is difficult to comprehend just w hat Price's objection might heOn one point, however. Mandy and Price were in total agreement. They had taken their stand against being curtained off. airless, in their bed in the sleeping car. It seems that no sooner had they laid themselves down for a night of rest in their berth, then the conductor had come along the aisle and drawn the curtains tightly together.Price had reached up and jerked them hack in a hurry, and this time they were just dropping off to sleep when a Negro man in while jacket had closed the curtains again Mandy was greatly distressed over that, complaining that she could not sleep without air. and that in the hot summer she wasn't going to be shut away as completely as if in her tomb. So she reached across Price and yanked the curtains apart once more.That time they almost were asleep, though indignant, when the brakeman passed through the car with his lantern Seeing the curtains drawn back and Mandy and Price lying there, he quietly closed the curtains, respectfully concealing their recumbent formsIt went on like that all night.’’ Price continued, those fellows one after the other shutting us off. and Mandy and I fighting for our lives and a breath of air. Then he added in triumph. “We didn't get a wink of sleep, but come daylight those curtains were hanging as far apart as they dared to stretch.I tell this in affectionate memory of Price and Mandy. Weeding a bit one evening among the bright petunias guarding their undisturbed sleep in the Welsh Hills Cemetery. I decided that, change being what it is. they would not care if I told their innocent story.
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Granville Sentinel
Granville, Ohio, US
Thu, Apr 22, 1993
Page 9
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Janet P.
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