Thursday, January 29, 2015

More about Bill Passmore

 
Biographical Sketch of Bertrande H. Snell
Parish, Oswego Co., NY
Many thanks to Richard Palmer for contributing this wonderful and very interesting Biographical Sketch on Bertrande H. Snell. A fascinating history you won't want to miss. Richard Palmer at:
 
 

Syracuse Post-Standard, March 23, 1947

 
Just Around the Corner - By Bertrande Snell
           ____
 
 On a warm evening of the early summer of 1905, Wilfred(William?) Passmore  and I
arrived in Buffalo from the west. We had been telegraphing in the
southwest for the Missouri, Kansas & Texas Railroad and were on our way
home, each with about $300 in bills tucked away in one of our shoes,
nestling comfortably between skin and sock.
 Unfortunately, we got into Buffalo rather late in the evening and
decided to stay there overnight. We got a room in a small hotel off
Ellicott Square, deposited our suitcases and started out to "look
around" a little.
 Just 36 hours later we sat in our hotel room and took inventory of our
assets. These consisted of two brand-new suits, two Ingersoll watches, a
varied assortment of pawn tickets and about $12 in cash. So, we decided
to go home. Passey lived in Gillette, Pa., and I  lived in Parish, so it
immediately occurred to me that I could easily get over to Suspension
Bridge, where I was more-or-less known, nd bum a ride on the Hojack to
Oswego and thence home, with little, or no outlay.
 My partner's case was different, since he was practically unknown as a
railroader outside of Pennsylvania. In spite of his strong reluctance i
forced all our remaining cash upon him - that is, all except a dollar in
change for, "emergencies" - and went our separate ways, promising to
take up where we left off, later (as to what had become of our joint
$600 fund - that's something not to be divulged in this particular
story. So don't be looking for it).
 I trolleyed over to Suspension Bridge and hung around the signal tower
until 3 a.m., when I boarded the caboose of the east-bound fruit train
captained by Conductor Bob Cronin, whom I knew well. Bill and his crew
greeted me, not too effusively perhaps, but made me free of the caboose
accommodations, which in those days included plenty to eat and a place
to sleep.
 We arrived in Oswego about 10:30 that night and I promptly hired me to
the train dispatcher's office, where my good friend, Roy Nutting held
down the "third trick." i stayed with him until morning and easily
negotiated a loan of $10. I rode the baggage car of 201 to Pulaski. Here
I waited for the Salina-bound local freight, No. 22 which left there
about 1 p.m.  While waiting I had contacted George Murphy, Parish
station agent, by wire and he had informed me that my folks were out of
town for a day or two, so I rode the local clear into Salina yards.
 In those days this freight train boasted as salt and efficient crew as
you'd find in a month's hunt. Sam Hollingsworth was engineman, Barney
Fidler the fireman, and Bill Mudge head brakeman. In the caboose were
Conductor Loren (Hop) Look, Flagman Jones and Brakeman Denny Haley.
 As we rattled over the frogs into Salina yards, late that afternoon,
Conductor Look fixed me with speculative eye, stroked his handle-bar
mustache and remarked:
 "What you doin' tonight, Doug?"
 When I assured him that my schedule was blank,  he continued:
 "You hang around till I sign off an' get washed up. I'm a-goin' over to
th' transfer dock for a minit, you come along an' I'll show you
something pretty dang classy."
 So, a little later, Hop and I crossed the yard and visited the R.W.& O.
transfer house, just above the point where the overhead now crosses N.
Salina St. Here was a scene of great activity.  Merchandise of every
description was being carted about the floors and shifted from one car
to another through the length of the long warehouse. At the point where
we entered, four or five freight handlers were loading a car of  cheese.
 
 This cheese was packed in wooden "half-boxes," weighing about 18 pounds
each. I dare say many of you will recall these cheese containers - flat,
round thin-sided boxes with supposedly tight-fitting covers. Two loaded
planks were placed across the interstice between the car door and that
of the warehouse, and the boys rolled these little boxes merrily up the
incline while one man in the car piled them up in neat tiers as they
arrived.
 It wasn't uncommon for a box to fall from the planks as it rolled, and
in such cases the container was frequently broken. For such emergency,
there were always near the transfer door, two or three tall piles of
empty boxes used as replacements. It was toward these boxes that Hop
made his way.
 "Hey, Rick!" he explained to Foreman Althaus. "Me an' Dough wants a
coupla these here empty boxes to take along. We're a-goin' to make some
whatnots fer th' wimin an' these'll be jest th' thing fer th' tops."
Rick waved a careless hand toward the empties. "Sure thing, Hop," he
agreed, "help yereself - they don't belong to me, nohow."
 Hop winked violently at the two cheese-loaders and as he engaged them
in loud and rapid conversation, they diverted two  of the rolling boxes
of cheese off the planks and in his direction. As one came to his hands,
he deftly placed it on the top of a pile of the empty boxes, and in a
short moment repeated the performance with the other.
 After a not-too-long exchange of persiflage with everybody in sight,
Hop turned to me and remarked:
 "Well, come on, Doug,  here's yer cheese box - let's  go."
 With no apparent effort he reached up and plucked the full boxes from
off the pile of empties, handed one to me and started for the door. "So
long, Rick," he shouted to the foreman, "be seein' you."
 And  now  you may visualize Hop and this narrator walking sturdily up
N. Salina, bearing between us 35 pounds of the best North Country
cheddar that was ever pilfered. We proceeded, forthwith, to  Gaffney's
Onondaga Hotel bar room, where the savory stuff was deposited right on
the bar and the barkeep's  kitchen knife quickly brought into play.
 The north side sure had a cheese fiesta that night. Indeed, it is my
fondest hope that this narrative may meet the eye of some old-timer who
was actually at the feast.
 Well sir, as we all stood around, eating cheese and otherwise keeping
the bartender busy, the swing doors with a mighty "swoosh" - and there,
immaculate and debonaire in his 6 feet 2 of virile manhood, stood my
partner, Wilfred Passmore, with whom I had parted in Buffalo only the
day before.
 After introductions all around,  I forced a huge triangle of cheese
into the not-unready hand of my friend and demanded to be enlightened.
"Nothing  to it," he averred. "I made it to Gillette in fast time and
explained everything to dad, especially how you were broke on account of
us using all the money for my carfare. So, like I've always told you,
he's a good guy and an understanding guy; and he handed me a stake and
told me to hunt you up, and here I am...This time, we'll try the far east. I
wired the New Haven chief at Willimantic and he's got jobs waiting for
both of us - come on, let's go."
  "Sure," I grumbled, "you've got a stake, but me - I'm broke and I'm
not going to trot around on your money, feller, you can depend on that."
 
 "My fine-feathered friend," bantered Passy, "I just told you my old dad
is an understanding man - and he thought about that, too. When he handed
me this hundred, he gave me another for you; here she is."   And he
tucked $20 bills in my pocket.
 There was nothing further to be said in the matter - so we went east.
And, do you know, down there on the N.Y.N.H.& H., Passy and I got
ourselves into the darndest mess you ever heard of. You see, it was life
this - but shucks! That's  another story, entirely. Let's save it.
 Thus we cavorted and cacchinated while still the glamor was on the
sunrise.
 

 Enjoy   Out of curiosity -I googled the following site  .Looks like more entertaining stories -especially if you like RR stories.

Biographical Sketch of Bertrande H. Snell, Parish, NY Part 1


www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~nyoswego/biographies/snellpt1.html
Bertrande H. Snell, author of the following articles, a native of. Parish, Oswego County, N.Y., was a telegrapher all his working life. For many .... It was Bertrand
Kitty
 
 
 NYC     1988
 
This was ,also , on the Internet and I recognized it as taken by the Harris family barns..
You never know what you will find if you go" Surfin" on the internet.. K

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Wilfred-vs William Passmore

 Found on the Internet  ( Kitty)

Stories by "Bertrande"

from the Syracuse (N. Y.) Post Standard
 
 
Syracuse Post-Standard, Aug. 29, 1948
 

Just Around the Corner

By Bertrand H. Snell
 
 
“- And this the sorrowful story,
“That’s told as the twilight falls;
"While the monkeys are walking together.
“Holding each others¹ tails!"
 
       --Kipling
 
I wish I knew what has become of my old friend, Wilfred Henry Passmore. And, if any of you folks, out there, know where he is, show him the above quatrain and he’ll immediately recognize it as our ‘theme song’ during the years we were together.
 
I first met ‘Passy’ in Ansonia, in 1905. He and I went to work for the old Fall Brook division of the New York Central on the same day in October of that year.. At that time he as about 23 years old, a trifle above six feet in height; a fine figure of a man with no excess flesh - slim-waisted and broad shouldered.
 
A lover of good literature, he was - and, I hope, still is - a well-read man; a trifle on the reticent side among strangers, but perfect companion among friends. For something like two years, he and I worked together.
 
Indeed one of the other boys with a rather slim smattering of the classics always referred to Passy and I as “Diamond and Pythagorus!”
 
Through the years - as too often happens - we drifted apart and I have not set eyes upon him since the summer of 1928, although vague news of him has drifted in to me from time to time. His last address known to me is Lindley, Steuben county, N.Y. - although I know he’s no longer there. And I have heard that he was living in Corning during World War II.
 
Here’s a bit of a story about my buddy which may help explain why he was always a good guy to take along:
 
We’d been working on the Fall Brook for only a few weeks when I was assigned to a little telegraph office at Pine, along the banks of Pine Creek. Right out in the wilderness - that was. No highway, no habitations; nothing but trees, mountains, a single-track railroad - and solitude!
 
On my first night at this job, Passy went along with me. He had no assignment for that day, and he wanted to look over the new territory. It was November. The air was cool, but not too crisp, and traffic was light.
 
Along about 9:30 p.m. the Corning train dispatcher found that No. 83, the crack southbound fast freight, was losing time and was likely to arrive late at the Newberry Junction terminal. So, he decided to put the northbound passenger train, No. 10, on the siding at Slate Run and let 67 pass them there without stopping. In those days it was not unusual to side-track, a passenger train for the fast freights, which carried perishable goods in refrigerator cars and frequently, had faster schedules than the passenger trains.
 ( 2014--2015 -Somethings never change- This can still happen to Amtrak passenger trains.) "Kitty"
 
So the train dispatcher called me at Pine, and the operator at Cammal, some 30 miles south, sent us the following train order:
 
“- No. ten (10) eng. 2834 will take siding and meet No. 83 (83) eng. 3216 at Slate Run.” Both telegraphers repeated this order back to the dispatcher and he gave us the okay for delivery. As I finished the order, No. 87 was reported ’n the block: from DI tower, three miles north of me, so I sent my semaphore red, grabbed delivery hoop, inserted the flimsy in the metal clip and ran out to the track to hand the order to the engineer as he passed by at full speed!
 
During this time, Passmore had been busy at the office stove, fixing up some brandy sauce to garnish a big can of plum pudding with which we were about to regale ourselves. As the freight thundered by, he came over to the telegraph window and watched me deliver the train order to the fireman, who stood in the locomotive gangway and ran his arm through the big wooden hoop, with the order attached.
 
All this time there had been a vague sense of something wrong lurking in the recesses of Passy’s mind. As he explained later, he “had a hunch.” He had listened as I copied the train order, and he had also heard it repeated by myself and the operator at Cammal. Suddenly as he stood watching the freight cars jolt by the window, the elusive error came to him in a blinding flash - and he knew what to do!
 
With this partner of mine, to think was to act! With a quick sweep of his long arm he snatched the red lantern from its hook on the wall and burst through the door of the little shack just as No. 87’s caboose was rolling by. With a full, vertical swing and a wild yell, he let go of the burning lantern. It sped true as a wall-shot arrow and crashed through a window of the caboose!
 
As I stood, scared, speechless and bewildered, Passy spoke sharply:
 
“Wrong meet! - get in there quick, an’ tell Blackwell tower to put th’ red on ‘em - in case this don’t stop ‘em.”
 
-And he pushed me toward the door. I managed to stumble to the telegraph desk and followed instructions, while Passy stood outside and watched the disappearing tail lights of the fast freight.
 
The “rear shack” had scrambled to the caboose deck and was running forward, frantically “swingin” ’em up” with his lantern. At long last we heard the staccato “two short” engine whistle which announced that the engineer had seen the signal. T he little red tail lights grew no fainter - and at last the train stopped.
 
In the meantime my companion had explained:
 
“All the time you were completing that order I thought something was wrong about it, but I couldn’t straighten it out in my mind. You see, that damn ham at Cammal repeated the order wrong. He made the meetin’ point Cedar Run instead o’ Slate Run -and those two trains would have come together, sure as hell, somewhere between them two points! Or if I’m wrong about it, you’re in a hell of a pickle, right now!”
 
He tapped the key on the “block wire” and called Cammal. When he got an answer he asked:
 
“Where does 83 meet 10?”
 
And back came the reply, just as Passy figured: “At Cedar Run!”
 
Then Passy grinned at me and continued:
 
“You see, boy, I was right! Now here comes the con an’ the rear shack - so you listen to me. YOU noticed that wrong meet; You throwed that lantern through the cab window. YOU, my long-haired friend, are the hero o’ this here great occasion - and don’t you forget it!’
 
“But,” I gasped, “it wasn't me. You’re the guy that caught the error. I didn’t even notice anything wrong. I won’t -”
 
“You¹ll do as I say,” interrupted my mentor, “and no back talk, either. I’m not workin’ here tonight; I’m just a caller, and I never did a thing - that’s what I’ll tell the super when he investigates; so don’t make me a liar out o’ yourself for nothing!”
 
And at this point the crew of No. 87 stormed in, demanding an explanation of the late goings-on.
 
So that’s the way it was, folks. I became a three-day hero, while Passy lurked in he background, grinned happily and lied himself black in the face to keep me on my unearned pedestal!
 
Now, that’s just one of the many reason why I’d like to know just how my good old pal, Wilfred Henry Passmore, is doing at the moment. I was a fool to lose track of him in the first place

I have a feeling that Wilfred Passmore and William Passmore are the same person.  (Another article by this man says William Passmore was from Gillette, Pa which is near Troy, Pa.)



The following notes are from Dick Riffle's Memoirs about the Morgan Creek  Road residents that he knew . (This was posted  on the LP  Blog August 9, 2009 )
Next to (Bill Ayres) was Bill and Mary Passmore. He was the station agent at the Lindley railroad station. Mary was English and proudly called attention to her English Coat of Arms hanging on the wall.Rutty was their only child. Mary was very protective of him and never allowed him to leave the yard. This became an aggravation to him and at the age of 14 ran away from home. The police found him in Washington,D.C.. Shortly after high school,Rutty began to publish a newspaper called the " Bi -State Express". I helped him by getting paid ads from the local merchants in Lindley and Lawrenceville,Pa.

                                                     Glenwood Cemetery   Troy, Penna.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Tobacco Farming in Lindley,N.Y.

Tobacco Farming and Tobacco Barns in Lindley, New York
 by Catherine M. Pierce
        
      
      Fall 2007-Winter 2008
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      Tobacco Farming and Tobacco Barns
      in Lindley, New York
      1864 to 1949
      by
      Catherine M. Pierce
(Numbers at end of sentences refer to the bibliography.)
        The Guidelines for the Local Historian published by the New York State
        Department of Education states “The Local Government Historian is both
        an advocate for historic preservation and a resource to his or her
        appointing authority on questions relating to history and
        preservation—to identify historic structures and districts.”10 As I read
        this after being appointed Lindley Historian in 2000, I thought of all
        the buildings –especially the barns and tobacco barns that were quickly
        becoming extinct in our community. Therefore, in the Spring of 2001, I
        started photographing the tobacco barns and older homes. When I do
        presentations to groups such as the Boy Scouts, I use these photos to
        illustrate the places important to our history and heritage.
      For about 80 years from 1864 to 1948/49, tobacco was a major crop in the
      farming business of the river valleys in the Lindley area. As stated in
      the Chemung County Journal June 2003, 3 “Tobacco Was King.” In the same
      issue, there is an article, “Goodbye to an Icon–Tobacco Barns”. Although
      written about the tobacco farming in neighboring Chemung County, the
      information is related Lindley tobacco farming. It is interesting to note
      that a tobacco leaf is part of the town of Big Flats logo.3 In order to
      keep this report brief, I am eliminating the process of growing tobacco
      which was labor intensive and involved most members of the family from the
      spring planting until it was shipped to a customer in the late fall or
      early spring of the next year.  
      However, a brief history seems in order. In 1850, a Connecticut farmer
      moved to Big Flats, New York bringing with him tobacco seed from the
      Connecticut River Valley. Observing his success with the crop, other
      farmers in the area started growing tobacco as a “cash crop” on the
      fertile river soils. Most of a farmer’s crops at that time were returned
      back into the farm production. However, tobacco growing afforded the
      farmer a means of selling a crop to pay his taxes and to acquire a cash
      flow. Most farms raised between 2 to 10 acres locally (1880 census). Some
      farmers had plantations, growing 40 to 50 acres at a season. 3 These were
      exceptions. An acre could produce 1200/1500 pounds. Prices varied over the
      years, ranging from 31/2 cents to 33 cents per pound. 8 Easy to see why
      farmers were tempted to engage in the strenuous job of growing tobacco.
           A demand for tobacco was generated by the Civil War. Most of the tobacco
      grown in this area was used to manufacture cigars. By 1868, this had
      become a successful business enterprise. Cigar factories were located in
      Corning, Elmira, Big Flats, and even our Pennsylvania neighbor
      Lawrenceville. 3 13 Railroads were used to transport the crops to the
      factories and warehouses which provided employment for large numbers of
      people. The need for tobacco began to decline during WW I when cigarettes
      were introduced to the soldiers. In 1933, Congress enacted a law setting
      quotas for crops —including tobacco 3. Locally, the last straw came during
      WWII, when it was difficult to obtain labor19. A few Lindley farmers did
      continue to raise tobacco. In 1948, Earl Stermer who had raised a tobacco
      crop and another local farmer—my father—Clarence Brant (who had been born
      and raised on a tobacco growing farm in Big Flats) took the last load of
      tobacco to the nearest market in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. To them, it was
      the end of an era.
      From about 1864 to the 1940’s, tobacco barns were found on most of the
      farms on the East and West banks of the Tioga River in Lindley. The
      Steuben County Directory of 1868/69 16 shows 5000 pounds of tobacco grown
      in Lindley in 1864. The 1874/5- census lists 1 tobacco grower with 11,000
      pounds produced for the 2 years and a second with 3000 pounds. M.F.
      Roberts in his Historical Gazetter of Steuben County (First Part) 1891 12
      states “ Presho (known previously as Erwin Centre, a Town of Lindley
      hamlet) “formerly was a great lumbering point but now is the center of a
      great extensive tobacco growing and farming district.)” In his directory,
      12 he names 20 farmers as tobacco growers. A catalog New York State and
      Northern Pennsylvania Leaf Tobacco Directory11 (about 1900) names 26
      farmers as growing tobacco in Lindley. (I am able to determine a possible
      date for this because my great grandfather and great uncle who were
      tobacco farmers in Big Flats are listed with their acreage.) The New York
      State Office of National Statistcal Services quoted a figure of 361 acres
      for Steuben County in 1917 and a production of 365,776 pounds.
      Electronic-mail on 8/13/06 from Glenn Bronson who lived in Lindley in the
      1930’s-1940’s, recalls at least 18 tobacco farmers and each of them had at
      least one tobacco barn. I quote these figures to show the extent of
      tobacco growing in the Lindley area. Not only had the demand for tobacco
      declined by the 1940’s but the number of large farms had, also, decreased.
      A May 22, 1970, Sunday Telegram article on Lindley lists only 11 large
      farms.19 Today, most of these are no longer in operation. Many of the
      tobacco barns have met their demise from windstorms, floods, and disrepair
      or being dismantled and used for other purposes. There are only 4 still
      standing in the town as of this date. Sad! Data was difficult to obtain
      because apparently, after the 1880 census, crop production was not always
      recorded.
      In order to compile this report, I attempted to document information about
      tobacco barns—especially the one located on the Elmer/Young farm recently
      purchased by a Mr. Hawbaker for a proposed gravel pit. I checked various
      sources and made calls in relation to this. According to the Agricultural
      Report for the 1880 Census, a tobacco barn was usually 24x80 or 28x100
      feet.and 20-24 foot high with tiers five foot apart for storing the
      tobacco. The average cost was $200 to 300. The barns had horizontal or
      vertical side vents for ventilation. Some had roof vents. Eric Sloan’s
      book, American Barns and Covered Bridges,14 indicates the vertical
      ventilators were New England origin. The Big Flats barns have vertical
      ventilators while Lindley barns have the horizontal type. Other books
      describe a Lancaster type barn.7
      As near as I can determine, the tobacco barn on Elmer/Young/Hawbaker
      property would probably have been built about 1868/70 when the demand for
      cigar tobacco was the greatest. The Chemung Journal3 article states “
      tobacco barns multiplied during this period.” At one time, there were 200
      tobacco barns in Big Flats alone. Today, it is difficult to find 6 to 8
      and generally, they are in poor condition.3
      Unfortunately, there seem to be few records showing how much tobacco was
      produced on the Elmer/Young farm. The Steuben County Co-Operative
      Extension does not this information available. However, a former resident,
      Durland Weale who grew up in Lindley in the 1930’s states that entire
      “flats” in that area were full of tobacco plants.
      This barn involved in this report measures 32 x’s 128 feet with the
      horizontal venting system.21 It still has the ‘stripping room”-a vital
      building needed for the processing of tobacco. From my observations, this
      is the only stripping room remaining locally. The 1880 Agricultural Census
      Report states “a 28x 80 barn with 24 feet posts and five tiers would house
      4 acres of 6000 plants-indicating that at least 4 acres were under tobacco
      cultivation at some time on the Elmer/Young farm. A well-built barn of
      these dimensions with a stripping shed would have cost approximately
      $600(1880 census report).
      The 1900 census shows Fred Elmer and his parents living on the farm. In a
      1940 Farm Directory, Fred is still there and has switched to a dairy and
      poultry farm. Mr. Weale told me that in the late 1950’s, early 1960’s, Mr.
      Elmer, an elderly gentleman sold the farm to the Young family and moved to
      Addison. The Young family had one of the largest dairy farms in the town.
      The former Elmer farm provided additional land for their dairy cattle and
      beef farming until they sold it to Mr. Hawbaker recently.
      About the same time that tobacco growing began in Lindley, the National
      Grange was organizing and building their meeting places. The Steuben
      County Historian’s office recently requested photos of the old Lindley
      Grange Hall. The County Historian expressed concern because like the
      tobacco barns, these buildings are gradually disappearing. As historians,
      it is our duty to identify and to preserve as much history as we can about
      these buildings.
      As a person going into her 77th year this fall and who grew up on a farm,
      one of the hardest things that I experience is watching the decline of
      farming and of the farm buildings in this region. Someone made the comment
      that “once these buildings are gone—they are gone for good.” To me,
      tobacco growing and tobacco barns are a part of our history and heritage
      that future generations will not know or appreciate unless we take steps
      now to preserve them
      Catherine M. Pierce
      Town of Lindley Historian
      August 23, 2006
      Bibliography
      1. Personal Interviews with Carl Albers Co-operative Extension Bath,NY,
      Glenn Bronson (E-mail), Marian Connelly, Richard E. Pierce, Sally Stermer,
      Elaine Toby and Durland Weale.
      2. Census Records, 1850, 1860, 1870, 1874/5, 1880 Agricultural Census
      Report, 1900, 1910, 1920
      3. Chemung County Historical Journal June 2003, Chemung Co. Historical
      Society , Elmira,NY
      4. Cigars and Cigar Boxes—1880-1920, Chemung Co. Hist. Soc.
      5. Fink, Daniel, Barns of the Genessee Country 1790- 1915, James Brunner
      Publ. 1987 Geneseo, N.Y
      6. Hakes, Landmarks of Steuben County, 1896
      7. Historical Agricultural Resources of Pennsylvania 1700-1960, River
      Valleys Tobacco Culture 1870-1930
      8.Lindley Heritage Days Committee, Looking Back 200 Years Lindley, NY
      1790-1990
      9. Munsell, History of Tioga County, Pennsylvania 1883 Chp. 8,
      10. New York State Education Department Guidelines for the Local
      Historian, http://www.nys.nysm.nysed.gov/ src.guidelineshtml 1/05/01
      11. New York State and Northern Pennsylvania Leaf Tobacco Directory
      (Published about 1900, copies at Steuben and Chemung Co. Hist. Societies)
      12. Roberts, Millard F,. Historical Gazetteer of Steuben County, NY,
      Syracuse, N.Y., 1891
      13. Russell, Marian and Others, Lawrenceville, Pennsylvania 1831–2006,
      Multi Media Corning NY
      14. Rural Surveys, Rural Register of Steuben County 1940, Ithaca, N.Y.
      15. Sloan, Eric, American Barns and Covered Bridges, Reprint of Funk,
      Wagnall 1956 Dover Publ. Mineola ,N.Y.
      16. Steuben County N.Y. Directory, 1868/69
      17. Steuben County Directory, 1920
      18. Stuart, William, Who’s Who –Steuben County , N.Y. 1935, Canisteo, N.Y.
      19. Sunday Telegram May 22, 1970, Elmira, N.Y.
      20. Wellsboro Agitator, Bradford Co. Tobacco Growers, Wellsboro, Penna.,
      May 13, 1901
      21. Wright, Ginny and Jerry, Elmer Tobacco Barn, Finger Lakes Chronicle V.
      iv #3 May 1967, Corning, N.Y
 
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Lindley Tobacco Barns  2001
Unfortunately, only the Harris Tobacco Barn in this photo still exists- (2015)
  
Following the  publication of this article ,the NYS Office of Parks. Recreation and Preservation sent a representative to study several of the local barns. At that time, the Albany  office was unaware that tobacco had been raised locally.
 
The above  article was published in the Crooked  Lake Review -which was published by Bill and Martha Treichler  of Hammondsport, NY.  for a number of years. The  Crooked Lake Review is no longer published, but the articles about local history can still be found on the Internet. An index of articles is available.
 
Since many local barns are meeting their demise, a 2015  project of the Lindley Historian's office will be to photograph and collect photos of  Lindley barns.   If  someone has a photo that they would like to add to the collection, the Historian's Office has  a scanner and will make a copy .  Be sure to include your name and address so the original photo can be returned to you. 
Thanks- Kitty