How I became  a Property Owner
Seymour Reccord, July 2/9 1914

At my earliest remembrance my father owned a flock of sheep. My sister, the hired boy and all had an interest therein.  Father said what mattered as they had got to have clothes and it would keep them on the farm, the children I mean.

In 1862 flour was $20.00 per barrel, cotton cloth 75 cents per yard.  My parents had teh wool carded and woven into sheets and dress material.  I remember father raised winter wheat, rye and buckwheat, two good hogs and a beef.

He had an orchard of fine sugar maples. I remember hearing them say they made 54 pounds of maple sugar and 14 gallons of syrup one spring.  As my memory returns to the dearest spot for me on this earth and I think of the bountiful supply of good things we had, father would say how well people could live were they only willing to work.

In 1862 my father set out the first 50 apple trees of the three hundred that were on the farm.  In nine years they were bearing. When my dear father was dying, Nov. 26, 1886, the first harvest of 300 bushels was in the cellar and barns -- apples, apples everywhere.  How he had looked forward to it. Only people that raise fruit know ther is no end to the labor.

The spring I was 12 years old he gave me a $5 gold piece if I would keep the worms' nests off that orchard and all were climbing and clearing the trees from one week to another.

The woodchucks were very numerous, gnawing the bark off those young trees.  Father gave me an object lesson in setting the steel trap there and killing the chucks.  He said he would give me 10 cents a chuck. I caught 25 that summer.  Gave the meat to the chickens.

As time went on we owned all the sheep. He would smile and say "we will make farmers of the girl." The spring I was 13 years old I had the scarlet fever. That ended my going to school, except one term when Nathan Wilcox kept select school.  My sister Ella and myself, Edward Alling, Edward Tucker, Nathan Warner and one more, attended it that winter term.

When I was 12 years old I caught a trout about a finger long in the two quart wooden measure and hurrying home, placed him in the well.  Fourteen years after, in cleaning the well, they drew it up and it weighed a pound and a half. They had forgotten the inhabitant of the well.

When I was married I was given a fine heifer and her calf also.  My sister the same.

It was by my parent's example that the door of success has been opened to me.  NOt but what I enjoy seeing one neat and well dressed. Like Farmer John, the black coat off and the old coat on. Patience and perseverance will overcome all difficulties.

My father's farm was one of the best fenced in the town, as the old residents all know. I am a true Oxfordite in heart, though adopted into the town of Southbury. Hurrah for Oxford and the old maxim of early to bed, early to risse will make you healthy, wealthy and wise. would be very intereted in learning the identidy of the author of this piece and the exact date on which it was published.