The Witch Trial, My Great…Great Grandmother

Witch Hill

“Witch Hill” or “The Salem Martyr” painting by Thomas Slatterwhite Noble, 1869, Collection of the New York Historical Society

The 1659 witchcraft arrest warrant for Mrs. Winifred Holman of Cambridge, Massachusetts, the widow of William Holman, and her daughter Mary was quite explicit and quite serious, since the penalty if proven quilty was hanging.

“To the Constable of Cambridge, you are requested forthwith to apprehend the persons Widow Holman and her daughter Mary and immediately bring them before the county court now sitting in Charlestown, to be examined on several accusations presented on suspicion of witchcraft, you are forthwith to bring them away and not suffer them one with another after the knowledge of this warrant and heretofore you are not to fail at your peril. It will be convenient that you charge some person to bring away the maid first [the daughter], and then you may acquaint the mother also with the warrant respecting her.”
Dated February 1659. Thomas Danforth R [Source: Family History]

Although the infamous Salem Witch Trials took place between February 1692 and May 1693, Massachusetts was executing witches as early as 1647.
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My Sister, the Ugly Duckling!

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Kallie Foutz, The Ugly Duckling, My Sister

My older brothers told me my sister was the ugliest girl in America—which was not quite true, although she did win the contest that labeled her an ugly duckling over several thousand others. This is the story of her transformation from an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan as told through my young eyes and documented in Mademoiselle magazine.

I was six years old and my sister, dressed only in a slip, had invaded my territory — the kitchen. She needed the kitchen mirror to complete her transformation into an ugly duckling.
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Why I Drink Scotch

Kotex

K-O-T-E-X was a Clue

Kotex has something to do with it. I’ll explain.

In 1953 I was an Airman Third Class (one-striper) photographer at Laredo Air Force Base, Laredo, Texas. My assignment was to photograph, for the base newspaper, a dance being held at the Officer’s Club. I place my Speed Graphic camera at the end of the bar and the bar tender, an enlisted-man who worked the gig for extra money, ask what I wanted, it was on the house. They say you can’t smell Vodka on the breath, so I ordered a Vodka Collins and turned my back to people-watch and plan my photographs. I didn’t observe the making of the drink and it must of been a double-double judging by what was soon to happen.
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My Last Practical Joke

Jerrold Foutz Photo

A/3C Jerrold Foutz, Laredo, TX, 1952

Airman Second Class K was well liked and well known. He refurbished a “woody” station wagon that he kept immaculate and his tall, thin body drove it with authority all over the sprawling Laredo Air Force Base in 1952. He played the trombone in a band that played for the Officer, NCO, and Airman clubs on the base. He loved enchiladas. After tasting his first one he never ordered anything else. Growing up in rural Indiana, his only fault was that he was incredibly naive and the target for constant practical jokes.

I was never one for practical jokes, but working every day with K in the base photo lab tempted me into my first and last practical joke. It almost got me a court-martial.
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Straightening Nails

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Nails Sorted for Future Use

Nails were a valuable commodity during the depression and World War II, because you wasted nothing. For World War II there was another reason. Every piece of available metal was collected to melt down to make munitions for the war effort. The nails were mostly collected from construction sites, then sorted, straightened, and stored for reuse or scrapped for the metal. Child labor, in a good sense, was often used to do the sorting and straightening.

Dolores and I both had this job. Dolores in Denver and myself in Salt Lake City. We were both doing it the summer of 1941 when she was 10 and I was 9 years old.
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