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Letter from Dr. W. D. Cole to The Ansonian while enroute to California

Dr. Cole was a very well known physician/surgeon in Ansonia. This letter was sent to the people of Ansonia by him on a vacation trip to the West Coast. It was probably sent to The Ansonian newspaper. Maybe some of Dr. Cole's descendants will have a time frame for this.

     We left Ansonia a little shy on time but nevertheless we finally started and passed Meeker's Crossing without a struggle, and came upon a little hamlet located between Fort Jefferson and Meeker's (it is not on the map yet). It is called Greenville. There right in the woods, after a long search, we found our sleeper with the aid of a policeman, and in we went pell mell and got located just as they whistled for St. Louis, finally Wils Hopkins, one of the most congenial gentlemen got a closed section and invited Taylor Dorman and your humble servant to share his hospitality which you may guess we did. Jim Wilcox of Palestine, was also invited and gladly accepted our friendships. 

     The crops through Indiana were fairly good but they have planted it seems a peculiar kind of corn in some localities, they call it Tucket corn, but when you strike Ill., there is the real stuff. I never saw finer corn nor a finer country, they don't appear to have planted any of the Tucket corn, but once in a while you see some broom corn. You don't see the fine barns in Ill., that you see in Ohio, but in its place you see hay stacked promiscously all over the state of Ill., if the part we run through was any criterion to be governed by. 

     Well here we are in St. Louis, and nobody hurt and all able for supper. Taylor Dorman wanted to eat two suppers, he thinks because he traveled twice as fast as he ever did before, naturally thought he should eat twice as much as he did previously. Bill Ross and wife were struck by the same limb but nobody was damaged and after the dust cleared away we all settled down for the night. Geo. Jordan, our porter is certainly all O.K. and ready to satisfy all our wants. 

     Now the run from St. Louis to Kansas City was made at night and nothing of very much interest was taken in anything only trying to stay in your bunk. Well morning came by and by and we pulled into Kansas City, thirty minutes late, our first visit was to a breakfast table and after such a shaking up we were fitted to do justice to the meal. We saw the affect of their flood which was quite disastrous, the water being seven feet deep in the street in and about the depot and principal business rooms. We rode over the principal part of this rich city and were well pleased with our visit, one we will long remember. Starting again west at 10:40 a.m. we rode and rode before we came to the grazing portion of Kansas; their corn is poor this year, that is generally speaking on account of too much rain in localities. Kansas can be passed up with this crowd. Some hogs are raised and lots of cattle and broncho ponies galore, we finally passed through this state and struck Colorado about 9:30 on the morning of the 13th, then talk about your plains and prairie dogs, cattle and ponies until you strike the foot hills near Pueblo, then and there everything ceases to live but foot hills as barren as a stone but before we came to the foot hills the conductor informed us we were about to pass through Sugar City, we were anxious to see a city and craned our necks so as to gain as much sight as our tickets called for, there we saw one of the largest sugar factories of the west and surrounding country is where acres and acres of beets are raised only by irrigating. In this same district the Alfalfa clover is grown, acres of it and it is beautiful while in bloom. 

I was surprised about this juncture when we were absorbed in the beauties.. (end of letter is missing _ Dale Motschman)


Contributor: Dale Motschman


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