“Auntie Clemens” is probably the oldest colored woman in Stark county. There was not much to the town of Massillon when she came here from the South, three-quarters of a century ago, and it is interesting to glean from her rambling talk something of what we were like in those early days. One can picture the scene as the captain of the approaching canal boat blew his horn and prospective passengers, as well as the village loafers, hurried down the bush-bordered path, the short cut across what is now Mill and Erie streets, to the dock. Then there would be the excitement of the landing, the departure of some of the debarking passengers on the stage coach for Canton4 and the landing of the freight packages from Cleveland. In another column The Independent prints the result of a morning’s call upon Auntie Clemens. It makes good reading.