They Came By The Thousands
From the tenth of October 1786, until the 12th of May 1787, 127 boats, 2,689 souls, 1,333 horses, 756 cattle and 102 wagons passed Muskingum bound for Limestone (Maysville, Ky.). An average of 3000 flatboats descended the Ohio River every year between 1810 and 1820 At Limestone the boats became so numerous that they frequently were set adrift in order to make room for others. During that 10 year period over 30,000 souls came through Limestone.
Death Of General Grant's Teacher
December 30, 1888, Wednesday
A telegram was received in Richmond yesterday announcing the death, in Maysville, Ky., of Mr. W.W. Richeson. He was a native of King William County, Va., graduated at the University of Virginia, and was engaged in teaching at the academy in Maysville,Kentucky.
A telegram was received in Richmond yesterday announcing the death, in Maysville, Ky., of Mr. W.W. Richeson. He was a native of King William County, Va., graduated at the University of Virginia, and was engaged in teaching at the academy in Maysville,Kentucky.
Another Local Who Served His Country
Winchester Bryon Rudy was born March 27, 1840 in Maysville, Mason County, Kentucky. He enlisted in Company "C" of the 16th Kentucky Volunteer Infantry on August 10, 1861 and served in the army until January 27, 1865 when he was discharged. The 16th Kentucky Volunteer regiment was mustered-into U.S. service on January 27, 1862. In January 1864 Rudy was reassigned to the 13th Kentucky, 23rd Army Corps for which he served in a Division headquarters’ position until his discharge. He then returned to Maysville where he lived until his death on February 27, 1920. He is buried in the Maysville and Mason County Cemetery.
Tex McDonald, Former Mayor of Maysville
Since 1990, on Memorial Day the person I think of first is Tex McDonald. Tex is short for Texas and , yes, that is his given name. In 1990, my wife and I rented a house from Tex and his wife, Olive, and stayed for two years. The house was next door to Tex's residence. When I paid rent I simply walked next door and handed Tex the check.
Being the friendly sort Tex and Olive would always invite me in for a chat. Being the friendly sort myself, I always accepted the invitation. Almost every visit included Tex relating his experiences as a infrantyman in World War II. Although I was nearly 40 when I first met Tex, I never had any real understanding of the experiences of war.
Serving in North Africa under Patton, Tex saw his buddies ground into the sand my German tanks that would stop over a foxhole, reverse one tread and spin in place until it had ground the soldiers in the foxhole into the dirt. He said he could still hear his fellow soldiers screams. From the inflection of Tex's voice, I knew he did.
Tex fought in many battles and eventually lost half of a leg in the Battle of Monte Cassino at the Rapido River in Italy. This was especially difficult injury for Tex as he had been a star basketball player in high school. Coincidentally, one of my sister's father-in-law was captured by the Germans in the same battle.
Tex died a few years ago. He had survived to be mayor of the small town where he lived. A street now bears the name "McDonald." But his memory, although I only knew him for a short time, lives on in the stories he told me. Greater than the actual details of battles and events was the emotion in his voice. His experiences as a soldier left an impact still visible after nearly 50 years.
From the blog of DADvocate
Being the friendly sort Tex and Olive would always invite me in for a chat. Being the friendly sort myself, I always accepted the invitation. Almost every visit included Tex relating his experiences as a infrantyman in World War II. Although I was nearly 40 when I first met Tex, I never had any real understanding of the experiences of war.
Serving in North Africa under Patton, Tex saw his buddies ground into the sand my German tanks that would stop over a foxhole, reverse one tread and spin in place until it had ground the soldiers in the foxhole into the dirt. He said he could still hear his fellow soldiers screams. From the inflection of Tex's voice, I knew he did.
Tex fought in many battles and eventually lost half of a leg in the Battle of Monte Cassino at the Rapido River in Italy. This was especially difficult injury for Tex as he had been a star basketball player in high school. Coincidentally, one of my sister's father-in-law was captured by the Germans in the same battle.
Tex died a few years ago. He had survived to be mayor of the small town where he lived. A street now bears the name "McDonald." But his memory, although I only knew him for a short time, lives on in the stories he told me. Greater than the actual details of battles and events was the emotion in his voice. His experiences as a soldier left an impact still visible after nearly 50 years.
From the blog of DADvocate
< The Sun Baltimore
Tuesday Morning
December 15, 1898
DR. CHARLES G. LINTHICUM
Dr. Chas. G. Linthicum, the well-known veterinary surgeon, died at his residence, 509 South Paca Street, at 10 o'clock yesterday morning of acute pneumonia. Dr. Linthicum, who was seventy-eight years of age, was in robust health until about a week ago, when he got a heavy cold, which developed into pneumonia. He was attended by Dr. D. C. Bartley. Monday night his condition became alarming, and he never rallied. For over fifty years Dr. Linthicum was prominent as a veterinarian in this city. He was born in Maysville, Ky. He leaves a widow and seven children. The sons are Charles K. and William B. Linthicum, and the daughters are Mrs. D. H. Warfield, Mrs. William Wright, Mrs. C. N. Forrest, and misses Maggie and Katie Linthicum.
Born & Educated In Maysville, KY
WALTER N. HALDEMAN, president of the Courier-Journal Company, was born in Maysville, Ky., April 27, 1821, and was educated at Maysville Academy along with U. S. Grant, W. H. Wadsworth, T. H. Nelson, R. H. Collins, and others who afterward attained to prominence.He removed to Louisville, when but sixteen years of age, and entered upon a career remarkable for activity and success. In December, 1843, he purchased from an association of printers a newspaper called the Daily Dime, which he afterward converted
into the Morning Courier. The establishment of this paper was
problematical. Louisville had been the graveyard of newspapers--the
Journal, conducted by the brilliant Prentice, only surviving the general mortality. At that day politics almost exclusively engrossed the attention of the people and the talent of the press. Mr. Haldeman determined to strike out on a new line. He made news the chief feature of his paper, and its success and permanent establishment followed, as the fruits of his enterprise and sagacity. The Courier thenceforth became a power in the State. Before the civil war was precipitated upon the country, the Courier
denounced the coercive policy of the Federal government, and as a State's rights journal espoused the cause of the South. When the Federal troops entered Louisville, in September 1861, the Courier was suppressed by orders from Washington. Mr. Haldeman learned of his intended arrest in time to flee for safety. He reached Nashville, and promptly re-established the Courier, which was printed until that city was captured by Federals.He removed with the army and published it at several points, or "published it
on wheels" as his friends were wont to say. Mr. Haldeman remained in the South during the war, and on the cessation of hostilities again repaired to his Louisville home. Although broken in fortune, and half awed by the enormous advance in paper and printing material growing out of the war and a depreciated currency, he could not resist the earnest popular demand for the
re-establishment of the Courier. The day it re-appeared, December 5,1865, it was an evident success. The prestige of the old Courier was in its favor, and irresistible. To make assurance double sure "Mr. Haldeman determined the new paper should deserve success. Regardless of the outlay, he arranged as rapidly as possible for special telegraphic and other correspondence from all parts of the country. It was a new era in journalism in Louisville. Within six months, the lively and enterprising
Courier so far outstripped its local contemporaries, that the latter in spite of editorial strength came to be regarded as second rate-journals.These years later Mr. Haldeman conceived the bold project of consolidating the Journal and Democrat, the only other dailies in Louisville, with his Courier. His purpose was accomplished, and the leading political and newspaper of the West and South-west, the Louisville Courier-Journal, of which he is the controlling spirit, is the offspring of that union. Perseverance, energy and enterprise is the secret of Mr. Haldeman's success in life. But besides this, his whole career has been marked by a
strong common sense and a comprehensiveness of mind, which mad him
far-reaching and far-seeing in his aims. When to these qualities are added his genial manners, his diligence, and fidelity to laborious duty, it is by no means strange that he has gathered in the rich fruits of success. There is scarcely one of the profession in the country better known than Mr. Haldeman. What Bennett with the Herald, and Greely with the Tribune, were to the North and East, Haldeman with his Courier-Journal is to the South and South-west. He is the oldest member of the daily newspaper press in Kentucky, and one of the oldest in the country. He is
an able financier, and as much to this as to its brilliant editorial
management may be attributed the phenomenal success of the Courier-Journal.
The Island Queen & Coney Island
In the 1880's, a farmer named James Parker lived a few miles east of Cincinnati, Ohio. He came to realize that his apple orchard, in a scenic spot on the riverbank, earned more money when he rented it out for church picnics and other excursions that it ever could by growing apples. So in 1886 he sold the land to a riverboat company, who opened it as "Ohio Grove, the Coney Island of the West." An advertsing poster from that year boasted that the grounds were lighted by electricity, and proclaimed it "The Most Beautiful All-Day Summer Resort in America." The steamboat company ran four round trips a day between Cincinnati and "Coney Island," as the park came to be known. The total price (in 1886) was 50 cents, including admission to the grounds AND round-trip steamboat transportation. Coney Island finally closed its gates in 1971, to be replaced by the more modern Kings Island amusement park the following season.
The Island Queen and Coney Island were both part of Ohio valley lore
Time - May 31, 1943
Last July, when the steaming heat lay stifling across northeast India, a perky, pint-sized, hickory-tough U.S. Army officer slung a sack of dollar watches over his shoulder and set out on foot through one of the world's wildest jungles. He was armed only with a stout Kentucky hunting knife. His escort was a file of stocky, semicivilized native bearers.
Last week his American friends finally learned what 47-year-old Captain James Arthur Kehoe, peacetime tobacco farmer, stove manufacturer and general trader of Maysville, Ky., had been up to. He had been surveying the jungle, dickering with the savage Naga headhunters of the region, and setting up a series of vital military outposts in the trackless country between the U.S. air bases in northern Assam and Jap advance lines in Burma.
Kehoe had volunteered for the job. A West Pointer of the class of 1918, he resigned from the Army soon after World War I, asked for active service again after Pearl Harbor. British officials, whose effective administration stops short at Nagaland, soberly advised against his mission; but after a thorough aerial reconnaissance of the saw-toothed, jungle-matted mountain ranges, Trader Kehoe jumped off with their qualified blessings.
Mostly by "Hookum." In the months that followed Kehoe hardened himself to do five miles a day in the incredibly difficult region. He fought off attacks of malaria and dysentery, made friends with the main Naga tribes. He hiked 500 miles before getting his first two outposts established; after that it was easier.
His standard method, when he located a prospective site, was to find the local chief and begin negotiations by dangling a dollar watch before the potentate's eyes, meanwhile exclaiming "American hookum!" In Naga talk, "hookum" means magic.
Once relations were established (and the chief had his watch), Kehoe could usually get several hundred workmen under a "dobashie," or native foreman, to clear the site and set up native huts. He paid them off in silver rupees. Some posts are several weeks' trek from Assam, and food and supplies are sent out by plane.
The Tiger's Tooth. Kehoe has become uneasily fond of the Nagas, but grins if anyone refers to their head-hunting as an old, forgotten custom. He has attended two head-hunting trials (involving the harvesting of 13 heads) in the border area where British law still reaches. Witnesses took oath by biting on a tiger's tooth (to prove they were stronger than tigers). The courts, baffled by native blandness, could do nothing but levy a general fine of 1,000 rupees each on the villages involved.
Some 200,000 Nagas live in an area of about 4,000 sq. mi. They live a communal existence, share food and work (although males usually retire at the age of eight and thereafter devote themselves to mastering and using the spear, crossbow and dah, a wicked knife). They are capable though casual farmers. Some raise pigs for trade, but for eating they prefer the dog, which is bred for the Naga table.
Last week his American friends finally learned what 47-year-old Captain James Arthur Kehoe, peacetime tobacco farmer, stove manufacturer and general trader of Maysville, Ky., had been up to. He had been surveying the jungle, dickering with the savage Naga headhunters of the region, and setting up a series of vital military outposts in the trackless country between the U.S. air bases in northern Assam and Jap advance lines in Burma.
Kehoe had volunteered for the job. A West Pointer of the class of 1918, he resigned from the Army soon after World War I, asked for active service again after Pearl Harbor. British officials, whose effective administration stops short at Nagaland, soberly advised against his mission; but after a thorough aerial reconnaissance of the saw-toothed, jungle-matted mountain ranges, Trader Kehoe jumped off with their qualified blessings.
Mostly by "Hookum." In the months that followed Kehoe hardened himself to do five miles a day in the incredibly difficult region. He fought off attacks of malaria and dysentery, made friends with the main Naga tribes. He hiked 500 miles before getting his first two outposts established; after that it was easier.
His standard method, when he located a prospective site, was to find the local chief and begin negotiations by dangling a dollar watch before the potentate's eyes, meanwhile exclaiming "American hookum!" In Naga talk, "hookum" means magic.
Once relations were established (and the chief had his watch), Kehoe could usually get several hundred workmen under a "dobashie," or native foreman, to clear the site and set up native huts. He paid them off in silver rupees. Some posts are several weeks' trek from Assam, and food and supplies are sent out by plane.
The Tiger's Tooth. Kehoe has become uneasily fond of the Nagas, but grins if anyone refers to their head-hunting as an old, forgotten custom. He has attended two head-hunting trials (involving the harvesting of 13 heads) in the border area where British law still reaches. Witnesses took oath by biting on a tiger's tooth (to prove they were stronger than tigers). The courts, baffled by native blandness, could do nothing but levy a general fine of 1,000 rupees each on the villages involved.
Some 200,000 Nagas live in an area of about 4,000 sq. mi. They live a communal existence, share food and work (although males usually retire at the age of eight and thereafter devote themselves to mastering and using the spear, crossbow and dah, a wicked knife). They are capable though casual farmers. Some raise pigs for trade, but for eating they prefer the dog, which is bred for the Naga table.
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