In 1900 Elisha moved his family to Morgan to be near his wife's ailing mother. To earn money he went into the real estate business. Elisha and Flora had 10 child¬ren: Flora Elizabeth, Martha Ann, Nancy Lucinda, Elisha James, Nellie Serena, Mar¬garet Emily, Charles William, Rosa Belle, Bertha Evelyn and Lillian. Flora Worlton Hardy died in Morgan, 7 May 1917. Elisha died three years later. Both are buried in Morgan. Iris Wadsworth Sewell, Hooper OUR COTTONWOOD HOME How well I remember the old home and all, The high willow fence and the old rock wall. The long, winding road and the high rocky hill, The murmering stream where our buckets we'd fill. The old workshop, anvils, forge, bellows, too, Where they'd heat the iron when the horses they'd shoe. The pole corral where we milked all the cows. The whole darn bunch of us—where are we now? The trail that led to the old pig sty, The babe that was lost and we heard her cry. The spring by the house and the cup on the tree, That we were all happy I think you'd agree. The house and the flowers and old rocking chair, And when mother would read we'd all gather there. When shadows lengthened and night birds did call, We'd run for the hammock, it would hold us all. Oh! how it would squeak when we started to swing, Then Dad would call out, 'I wish you would sing!' And We'd all sing aloud some good, old hymn, If it wasn't much 'twould always please him. When company came, how happy we'd be, When they would unload and the apples we' d see. The rumble of wagon wheels rolled o're the rocks, And the call company gave you could hear them for blocks. The neat little kitchen where our dear mother cooked, The delicious foods and how much it took! The joys of those days in my memory lives To recall that dear home, what pleasure it gives. RosaBelle Hardy Durrant 142