Across the road from us lived the KENDALLS who were ardent friends. She came to Cattarangus when I preached my Semi Centenial. James too was there. Our communications have never been closed. Recently James closed his costly career and she promised to come to Pasadena next winter.

To enumerate all the homes that were mine would be impossible, suffice to say, Some of the dearest souls I have ever known belong to Grace church.

When Conference time came, held at Jamestown NY. One of the holy people went up and intervieaed the Bishop, and stuffed his ears with dire complaints.

My Presiding Elder instead of boldly saing "Bishop that man saved our church and you must send him back", dropped me.

The Bishop Hamilton said, When theres a difficulty, in move the pastor Ignoring the condition of affairs.

Now to my successor he said, what would you like Corry or Warren Grace? He was a stranger. I had been in the Conference 45 years and my record was clean. He never said to me, what would you like, but sent me as if I were a boy.

I never had any cause to regret my new place, but the injustice of the treatment was amply outrageous.

When I came home from Conference, the parsonage was filled with indigent people and only needed a word and they would have refused to recieve the new man. No,I said, We must not have any strife. I will go and leave all our interests in the Lords hands.

I must write of one MRS. GREENLUND. While she was not an educated or trained woman, she was one of the most useful in the church. For a long period she was a visitor at the jail, and had a very wholesome influence on the prisoners.

She made more sacrifices for the church and the Savior that any one in the church.

Her husband was disabled in one arm, and his earning power was greatly limited. She bore

The church was called together in prayers. They were much wrought upon, and the minister felt he had an answer. Came to the house and said, "Don't worry Ruth is going to get well". Alas, Ruth went to the Angels. The parents were distressed. What now of Prayer. I went back East 2 years after coming to Pasadena. I found the parents in gloom. At dinner we talked the matter over and it took 2 hours and more before I could let them see the mistake the Pastor made.

Growing more disabled to do her work, she still went about as the agent.

How she ever managed to pay $100. to the Centenary, I can't understand. She lived to once or twice worship in the New Church, then the Lord called her to his own, and join the loved ones in the skies.

BERTH MASON was the most efficient primary teacher I ever saw. Her influence over little tots was magic. Now lives in Douglas NY, married.

Her mother was a Baptist, but on account of poor health was unable to walk more than a mile to her church. For some reason she was dropped from the roll. Never mind I said, You are now a member of my church, pastor and one member. For many years till her death I sent about quarterly my pastoral letter.

I record here with pleasure. H.M. CONAWAY was pastor in 1st church and a finer man, I have not known. He and his church stood by me in the trying time at Grace. He seemed to rejoice in the work of his neighbor. Sometimes I called on his sick living in my bounds and in one case I attended the funeral of one of his flock. No jealosy marked his life. He was only glad that I had officiated.

We kept up correspondance as long as he lived. His going (Fredonia) was an irresearable loss to the church and humanity.

Now I turn my face to Cattarangus, my new and last field of work.

The views from hill tops were magistic and lovely. There is nothing in Southern California any more charming or beautiful. Many time I have seen the trees about the Parsonage sheathed in ice and sparkling in the sunlight. More brilliant than all the diamonds on earth.

Sea waves do not unrival the gorgeousness.

The town itself had all the aura of quietude and prosperity.

Fow 50 years the youth has grown up without a bar to tempt. While there were a few suckers, they had to go out of town or else smuggle it in.

So far as I know there is no town in that section that has a finer class of people, nor a more prosperous.

The sellers are doing a milloin dollar business, and the Oakes tin establishment are some where in the hundred thousand.

The Parsonage lot is big. Fine door yard in front, my jungle for birds, back of the house and my big basin in the rear, where I raise a garden that was a garden. Corn and beans and potatoes so that the neighbors found many a toothsome repast. A little creek, sometimes noisy and sometime rippling lazily along, by the side of the yard. On its bank I raised no end of nasturtiums. Then one year I put no end of Willow ??? into the mud along the creek so as to prevent the stream on a rampage from wearing the bank away.

Otto was 3 miles distant. East Otto 8 or 9 and North Otto 8 or 9.

For many years in fact I never owned a horse, but 4 years, I had no use for one. None the less, I did more riding and tramping than I had done for a long time.

During my 5 years I attended nearly all the funerals for 5.6 miles away and often 9 and 10. Thro storms of all kinds, mud, hubs, deep snow. I answered all calls.

At east Otto I attended the funeral of REV ROBINSON, Methodist Minister. The church

On several occasions I preached at east Otto.

Once there was a great womans Temperance meeting. I was invited to go. The women from Cattarangus procured a hayrack and it was a jolly ride. The meeting was full of enthusiasm and a good impression on the audience.

Going home we started in good glee. We had gone but a short distance when my neighbor came along with his auto and invited me to ride. Thoughtlessly I said, all right I foresook the women. All went well till we were about 2 miles from home, when the gas failed. Great, our dilema, every house was minus a phone. We trudged our 2 miles, and I was only too anxious to escape the coming woman. Lucky, but they found it out, and I did not hear the last of it for many a day.

My apology was, I'll never desert the women again.

We had numerous Temperance gatherings in our church at Catterangus, and the women knew I could always be relied on to do my part. It was no dead cause. No forced work perpetual fires were burning.

And I was never charged with luke warmness. In all questions for the public go on. The people knew where I stood.

Speaking of funerals. HIRAM RICH was my good man Friday. His horse, Jack, took me to all the funerals. Most of the time Hiram went with me. I must have attended 150 funerals in my 5 years. Weddings were scare as hens teeth. Fortune favored me in 2 good neighbors. They had fur coats and there was always one at my service. There were times when I would have frozen but for these coats.

One time at North Otto the thermometer was all day long 15 below zero.

For 5 years I preached all the baccalaureate sermons, and all the memorial sermons.

it was custom to hold the Memorial services on Sunday because the people had become so lax, that the day seemed more of a travisty than Remembrance.

On Sunday the church was taxed to its capacity, and the services at the Cemetery impressive.

The last year there was no announcement and I was puzzled. On inquiry I found the 8 or 10 old Soldiers had surrendered their charter. My friend said he was tired of paying all the expences, and that ended the organization.

But I set to work, announced thro the press the day would be fittingly abserved. It was, and I appointed an evening service.

In the evening I explained the situations and said I would not be satisfied unless the friends gave a guarantee that the day would be properly observed in the future. The people were around and lawyer Bird, son of a vet, promised the observance. After the World war there was no trouble in waking the needed spirit.

That had proven one of the blessings of that awful war. Every family that had a son in the army needed no spur to keep sacred memories.

One of the other ministers was piqued because I preached the baccalaureate sermon.

JOS. A. SETTER on the board said it was the privilege of the class to chose the speaker and I was the choice.

I now record 2 strange incidents in my life, strange however accounted for.

In my 3rd winter I was desperately sick, Rheumatism has been my foe for many years.

The family and the Dr had little hope

About 3 O'clock say, I wakened or tho't so. Looking, I observed a tall form gliding into my room. I saw no face, no hands. I can see the folds of the dress, the lines of grey and darker shadows. I knew it was death. She sat on the edge of my bed. For a moment a chill went up my back. She said, I have come for you, will you go? No, I said, I have so many things to look after, Family, Church labor, Temperance, I can't go. I will come for you 3 times. She passed away, and came as before making the same inquiry, recieving the same reply. Again it was repeated, then she disappeared.

Immediately I heard a voice at the foot of the bed. I looked and saw nothing. I knew it was life speaking. How, I cannot tell. Life asked, why do you wish to live? I gave the same reply. I had spoken to death. You will live, but it will be with tribulation and much sorrow.

Since that day I certainly have had no end of tribulation in the suffering Rhuematism has had it on for me thro repeated attacks. Pauls strips were nothing in comparison. All Rhumatics will bear testimony.

In six months I passed thro the inexpressible sorrow that a man knows and feels. When the noblest companion God ever gave to a man bid us farewell and joined the loved and hosts of Heaven.

My wife was a remarkable woman. Gifted as few women are. She was 9 years Conference President of the W H M Society. It is safe to say no President in the following years have surpassed her annual address in grip grace and beauty.

She was one of the most gifted in prayer I ever heard.

Always cherry. She was life where ever she went. Melancholy fled her coming. Her home spelled Hospitality.

The full church gave silent testimony to the extreeme in which she was held. The remians were taken to Forestville and placed in the JOHNSON plot under the wide spreading branches of some noble trees. Chase and Fred and Robin were present. Mrs. Kendall came from Warren.

This was on Friday. The Sunday before was her last on Earth. Her last were spoken 3 days before. She was in a comatose condition for several days. She said, I prefer the other side to this, but its so sad to leave you.

Sunday afternoon Blossom, Gertrude and I were standing about the bed. As I said she had not spoken for some days. Apparently she was unable to move her lower extremities. All at once she turned over suddenly, and with a look, intent, eyes looking as if seeing someone dear to her, she exclaimed Lewy, Lewy.

I was puzzled. Turning to Blossom, I said who is Lewy. A brother who died 30 years ago. That she saw him, I cannot doubt.

So, the much sorrow I tasted. I can think she makes Heaven where ever she goes.

The Sunday following the internment was memorial day. I was to preach and I had no one to take my place. There was but one thing I could do, and that was go ahead.

The second strange incident occured two winters after. I was down again with a terrible siege of Rhumatism. I did not myself dispair of my life, but the Dr and the girls and many friends did. Chase came down to see me, to my great joy. He lanced my feet and the little finger on my right hand. While I was in the worst features of the case came this experience.

Gertrude slept at the foot of the bed.

I listened, All still thro the house. Gertrude slept on the lounge at the foot of the bed. Blossom was in her room asleep. Yet the thud continued. It seemed to be coming up stairs. I was in a square room. At the corner to the right was a jog about 3 feet and opened into a long hall, then turned and went downstairs. The sounds grew nearer. When it reached a point, I looked thro the wall. There I saw a sturdy workman, cap on his head, muffler about his neck, girdle about his middle, stockings up to his knees. His right arm embraced a coffin and every time he stepped the coffin struck the floor. He drew nearer to my door. At this point a dark object rose in that little jog, and I knew it was Christ. How I knew, I cannot tell. I never heard him described as a dark object. I am only saying how he appeared.

As the workman reached the door, Christ opened it, and said "Take it away, Take it away. I have not heard his cry for life and abundance of life. Take it away", and all vanished, and I knew I was going to live.

Of these 2 manifestations I have spoken to Drs, lawyers, and Ministers. All are puzzled. One said you were sick and it was a hallucination. That don't solve it. My reply has alwyas been, It was Gods way of telling me my work was not done and there rests.

One winter I had Rob't Jones, Evangelist. I realized that while I was able to do my Sabboth and Prayer meeting efforts, I was not strong enough for a series of meetings.

It seems I had at some time encouraged him to go forward with his Evangelism work and his gratitude was undying. His was a strange history. As a boy he was wild, grew up in ignorance. At 18 could not read or write.

A platform was erected over the pulpit, and some 40 or more young people were enlisted in the work. Never was there better singing in that church.

Soon the church was not large enough for the congegation. Robert was full of humor and Pathos and his sermons were full of meat and good sense.

The work was mostly among young people. The ingathering was great and I witnessed some most beautiful sights.

So far as I know most of the young people have been true to their vows.

Robert and Burch boarded with us. That is they lived with us. We recieved no pay and enjoyed their fellowship.

Now looking back, it distresses me to think how many of my old friens have gone up the shining way, and it makes me lonesome to think they are no more on Earth.

Mr. OAKES and wife were the first to give a reception to our family. What a lovely couple, Friendship never broken. How often he came to see me in my sickness and now both are gone. He was always public spirited and his years were given to civic improvements.

I venture on a few names, CHAS RICH, Herman, Elliott, Latten, Mowry(living), Nash, Wilson(who was an infidel), Mrs Perry, Sigman oh, so many others.

Col Nash was one of the noblest men in the community. He gave unlimited service to old Soldiers, and little pay. The first time I saw him was in the church at Cottage on Sunday following Lincolns Assasination.

Shortly after his wife gave me his gold headed cane, that was the gift of his son when 18, Shortly before he was drowned in Buffalo Harbor.

Mrs. Nash was a christian Scientist for 9 years, and a few weeks before death renounced it, and went back to her Christian faith.

She so informed me, and requested me to sing and pray with her.

The servant maid told her she would remain a short time with her.

Mrs Nash had no relatives nearer that Des Moines, and was a serious problem, how she could live without help. It gave me great anxiety and thought.

But the good father came to our relief and sent his chariot to bring her home.

Mrs Larson, the healer, called on me to see if I would speak, provided the reader came from Salamanca and made an address. Perfectly willing, but I want it understood if he says anything about Mrs. Nash being a Scientist I should take the liberty to say she was not a Scientist.

That you will know Mrs. Larson, Mrs. Nashes friends desired me to refuse the reader to take any part in the services, and instructed me to refuse him any part.

Fortunately Mrs Larson did not see best to bring her reader.

Nor did I make any reference to Mrs. Nashes views.

Thus, husband and wife rest side by side in the Little Valley Cemetery.

During my last winter, my brother John died, 79, near Berea. It was bitter cold during my stay at his home. Newton delayed the funeral, hoping James would come from Chicage. One day

So arrangements were made to hold services in the coongregationl church in Berea, as they were all members of that church.

I made the prayer and spoke 15 minutes, and the pastor gave a short address. Then I officiated at the grave.

John was a faithful soldier and a good citizen. No one could ever speak ought against him. J.B. and James and John have all passed over the river 72,78,79.

HATTIE JEWEL was the most original character in our church. Her husband was counted as infidel. He certainly had no use for church. None the less, he was a man of fine abilities. He was for many years a Sea Captain, and in the East India service.

He spoke fluently the Indian tongue. It was a delight to hear him tell his experiences in India. They were poor and the wife managed in various ways to earn with her needle, her quarteage. She was always full of fun and ventured her advice, as to how I must take care of myself.

Both of them passed away not long after we came to California.

She is certainly numbered among Gods jewels.

At Otto were two dead churches, Congregational and Methodist.

Whiskey killed them. At the time the excise law was in existance. There were 3 excise men elected, one of those a Methodist. Someone said that M.E. man will never grant licenses. But we don't know and we don't know ourselves.

That Methodist did grant licenses. It was opening the flood gate, and so the community drank, and drank, and both churches were driven to the wall. No services in either.

One summer I walked over and

After a while they asked what had better be done.

Try the Congregational board and see if they will undertake it.

That failed. Then try the Presbyterians. That also failed. It was not a flattering cause. Nor did I wish to appear anxious to have our people commit themselves to the undertaking.

However, the result was the two societies united as M.E. and took possession of the congregationalists church as that was in the best condition. I believe it so continues to this day, 1925.

James visited me every year and once Sue came. All the hills about echoed to the tread of the two brothers. One summer Cattarangus creek was so dry, a company of us followed the creek down to 40. What a time we had rambling that water course. In places it took some skirmishing and climbing to avoid what little stream was left.

Down at 40 was a great picnic place and many a jolly time we all had.

James came down to my 50th Anniversary as a preacher.

Mrs. Kendall came over from Warren for the occasion.

My prayer that last year was that the Lord would make my last year in the ministry my best.

He answered my prayer. My brain never worked better, my preaching was never more poweful, and I trust useful,

I prepare two effots for the Annivesary. In the first I gave experiences of my Ministry in the places I had served.

In the second, I narrated the progress

At a preachers meeting held in the P.E. Burns requested me to give an account of my 50 years.

I entertained the boys and had a good time. Among other things I said, ?oms White my son, had done very well, but would have added more honors if he had heeded my advice and married.

When Conference time came there were 4 of us who had been ministers 50 years and we were to have an hour for our efforts.

REUBAN SMITH, MILTON SMITH, BENJAMAN DELO and R.N. STUBBS.

Reuban and I had completed our 50 years, Milton 45, Delo 35.

I prepared my paper making no reference to myself. Giving a review of the theological changes that had taken place during my 50 years.

Smith gave a review of his ministry. Delo got lost and I do not recall what Milton said.

After my severe illness it became a question as to the future. It seemed best after due deliberation, and the advice James and Dr Coss, that I should retire.

It certainly is a long service, 50 years, and very few ever give so many to any calling. I felt it would hardly bring just to my people to attempt another year.

I could in honor step out of the ranks. We made up our minds, it was a wise thing to do.

One Sunday morning I notified my people of our purpose, and as I have for 50 years, shoveled snow, waded thro snow drifts and nearly perished in blizzards. We have made up our minds to seek a warmer climate.

The people could not believe their own ears. Even after packing they refused to

Conference came and I turned my back on one of the dearest spots and dearest people a man ever served.

At Conference I lead the Sunday morning feast and read my paper on the 50 years changes on the thinking of the church.

This paper was not read Sunday morning. For 50 years I had come in and gone out before that body of ministers. What changes had taken place, how many had joined the realms of the blessed. What experience I had had. My father before me had given 50 years, a whole century. So far as I know, the record stands without a parallel.

For my father, I may say, for his time he was one of the greatest preachers in the Erie Conference -Old man Eloquent- he was called. Having had few advantages in his youth, he built himself up in the school of the saddle, hard digging in the study to be one of the best informed of his day, and one of the most Eloquent of Preachers.

Its no small matter to think you stand for the last time with those with whom you have been associated for 50 years, they to carry on the great mission. You to stand aside, no pulpit, no church, no people to be you know not what.

This far off, I feel it more keenly than I did when I pointed my face towards the far off Pacific.

My objection was Chicago. However, I o't to say, J.B. made me a visit at New Castle, and we had one of the lovliest days of our lives.

I shall never forget how he waved a newspaper as he stepped on the car, the last time we met in this world.

Arrived at Chicago at the end of the week. We heard that J.B. had died suddenly.

He was one of the Orators at the funeral of old Abe.

In those dark days when Abe's enemies were great even in the Cabinet, and the papers shouting Peace, Peace, Simpson was heart solace and compfort to that greatest of American Stateman.

Bishop FOSTER was a great preacher, but not inspirational. His impression on Conference was great.

Bishop FOWLER was one of the brainiest men, and great as preacher and lecturer. His lecture on Lincoln was masterly, perhaps never surpassed in this country.

Bishop KINGSLY was massive in strength and logic. Gained his celebrity in General Conference on the slavery question.

Golden age is dream land. Empire building has fired one age- city building marked another period.

Rome buile great cities. Egypt Pyramids, battling for Freedom and the Magna Charta blessed England. Ages of cruelty have blackened pages. Nations have sprung into being and Empires have gone out in darkness.

After years of suffeering and sacrifice the U. S was born to Freedom, but only held the Glory by an Altar of blood making all men free.

Since my boyhood it has been an age of discoveries, Inventions and science.

Men have pried into every nook and corner of this old world, and have launched out into the Heavens.

A mania for the North Pole has raged for 50 years. Both Poles have been discovered at the expense of numberless lives. The British have captured the South Pole and every American has put his foot at the North, but forgot to plant the Stars and Stripes. Not so much as a can of oil for the axle.

Now wings are going to see what can be done to make sure a continent is inviting to a new world.

Maybe our iron grip is loosening. It should be so as the countless millions get the sense of Freedom. The possibly all nations or people will rule themselves and all be ruled by the Freedom of Christ.

Astronomy is revealing the greatness of the Universe, and that o't to enable our ideas of God.

Our conception of God is about as little as our grain of sand compared with the Universe.

It is good to have a human God and a Universe God.

Why should we stagger at the incarnation in Christ? Every life, animal or vegetable is only God expression or revelation. All life must be of God. The grecians had all manner of nymphs and Gods of this and that. Now one God, the life of life and speaking in the stars and the infinate varieties of earth life.

Man is God thought, may be his greatest thought.

This is a diversion and I turn now to Inventions. What is an invention?

Great as is the microscope or the telescope we can hardly bring them in my life time. Yet the spirit of the age has put them to uses such as were never dreamed a hundred years ago.

Today the microscope gives us the infinate minute world and the mighty power the microbe is willing in the physical world. What a world of beauty in a drop of water!!

That microbe may, on its wing's bear the scourge of plague and disolation or it may be one of the factors necessary to the building of the human body.

Beyond the piercing of the lites cope, there lies only imagination can fancy how more universe yet awaits mans flight.

When I was a boy say 8 years old, living in Erie, I saw a dray on which was a coil of wire,

They were erecting a telegraph wire. Boy curiosity was aroused and it was fed by the strange reports given us. "Why they can send letters and boxes over those wires". Now the wire speaks of March of Civilization. When man is there is a wire. Like an all seeing eye it followed him.

Woman spoke, and strange to say became silent. None the less that voice but fired the world. Yet that has proven too slow.

When one time in Chicago I spoke into a telephone and was answered by the voice of my son. Talk about magic and spirits. Yet why is it we ascribe all marvelous things to the devil or magic.

The telephone is but the ear. The law of hearing is caught in the phone.

But more marvelous than ever comes the radio. Now all the world is at your feet. Jesus said there is nothing hidden, but shall be revealed or made known. Your thoughts are caught on the wing. If we gathered all that flies in that strange ocean Electricity. All the joys, all the sorrows, all the gossip, all the business, all the hopes, all the fears, all the greed, ambitious, militarism , pacivism, bolshevism, would be couraing thro our brains. This we call the miracle of the age. Yet its only the repetition of the ear. Given the ear-air-vibrating and the words strikes the ear. Given the

Music to inspire or distract. Jazz to set you wild, dogs to tell of heroism, Scientists to tell how great man is, baseball, bullfights, men fights, crimes that leave crimson stains on humanity, business, bonds, mortgages, oil, gas, boats, Presidents, Senators, and no end of public officials crowding in on you to capture or startle, law, Gospel all comfort you. Happy if you are not crazed. Next thing, someone will send a wire among the Heavenly Host and all Heaven will be ringing in our ears.

Moreover, the movie world is one of the wonders. What great possibilities of good and bad genious.

Nothing is more compelling than a bad picture. Nothing more inspiring than a noble picture. The movie is doing more to impress the young with salaciousness than anything else and that the best people are awaking to the horrors. It may confidently be hoped that a great world of virtue will come to inspire the future.

Movie stars and notables have besmirched marriage with their no end of orgees and divorces.

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