My great-great-grandmother Cornelia Andrews Hall was a stern woman. At least that’s the way I always pictured her. A portrait that used to hang in the living room of the farmhouse is said to be of her. She has a serious and tired countenance, and she wears a brooch containing a lock of an ancestor’s hair.
Possibly Cornelia Andrews Hall, around 1860
Five years before she died she tried to evict my great-grandfather William E. Hall from the farm. Her husband Salmon had been dead for thirteen years, and it would be five more years before her own death. William wrote a comment on the eviction notice that says “Thirteen years of pleasure – five years of hell.” Something went amiss between Cornelia and her son William to cause this rift. I’ve never been able to find out what it was or if my great-grandparents actually had to leave the farm for awhile. It’s another mystery waiting to be solved.
Until last fall I didn’t know much else about Cornelia. But after my cousin Ellen sent me a photo of Cornelia’s childhood home in Sheffield, Massachusetts, and I was doing research about that homestead, I stumbled upon a letter Cornelia had written home to her family in the third month of her marriage to my great-great-grandfather, Salmon Hall:
Wallingford, August 12, 1832
Dear Parents,
It has been three months since I left you. I enjoy good health and am perfectly contented with my new situation, and much pleased with my new neighbor. I should like to have brother Dwight with me. He would find enough here to amuse him. He could pick whortle berries and go to school, drive my cow and feed my chickens. Last Monday we went to the sea. We had a very pleasant time and I enjoyed myself very much. We sailed to Kids Island and took a pleasant walk. I went in the water over my head. Mr. Hall gave me my choice to go to Sheffield or the sea. I hope my friends will not forget me. We have long waited for a line from you but have not received any. Mr. Hall says he shall not write anymore unless you write to us. I hope you will come and visit us this fall. I shall expect a visit from grandpa and grandma this season and I hope they will not disappoint me. Give my love to all inquiring friends and tell them I have not seen one homesick moment yet. Tell Brothers and Sister to write to me.
Good evening parents – This is from your daughter C.T. Hall & S. Hall
Her home in Sheffield was a stately-looking place. A photo of it hangs in my cousins’ cottage in Madison, Connecticut, but until last fall I didn’t realize it was the Andrews Homestead. The fact that she chose not to go back home for her outing, but to have an adventure at the sea gives me a younger and more lively picture of her.
Andrews Homestead, Sheffield, Massachusetts
Nearly one hundred years after Cornelia wrote this letter, her granddaughter, Ellen Hall Norton, bought a cottage near Circle Beach in Madison, Connecticut. A copy of the above photograph of the Andrews Homestead hangs on the cottage’s living room wall. Later this summer I’ll write about the cottage – a place loved and often visited by our family. I’m glad that Cornelia “chose the sea,” and glad that my aunt Ellen did the same. My aunts and uncles and cousins have generously shared their cottage with me, and I’ve enjoyed painting the views into and out of its windows and doors. When Cornelia went to the sea for an outing it must have been a welcome respite from the busy life of the farm. Our family on the farm always kept a close connection to the sea – a connection I try to continue through my paintings.
“Sleeping Porch Windows,” Carol Crump Bryner, oil on canvas, 2010
On Wednesday: July Window
Hi Carol, even though her countenance was a little sharp, she had a soft spot like you for the seas and adventures. Your window picture is comforting.
Thanks, Netzy. I’m glad you like the painting. I also find it very restful to look at.
Carol, I’m always eager to see what you have in store for us this week. Your stories are always interesting and for those of us with short attention spans, just long enough to give a snapshot of another era and another landscape. Gratefully, you always include one of your lovely paintings. It gives me a respite from my busy computer driven work life.
So nice to hear from you Jill. Glad you are enjoying it. I often hope that the posts aren’t too long. Thanks for saying they please those of you with a short attention span. And thanks again for all your help getting this thing going.
Just lovely as always. Wondering reading that letter, if our emails to family will ever have such a quaint ring. I suppose they will by the time we are great, greats.
Yes. That’s something to wonder about. And also about how many of them will survive and in what form.
Carol, is this photograph of the Andrews homestead the picture that hangs just to the left as you come in from the dining room? It is wider is that it is tall. I have always wondered what that photograph was because it seems that the profile of the sleeping giant is in the background on the right.
Yes. That’s the one. I had always wondered about it too, but Ellen’s copy has the writing on the back that says where it is. It’s near the Berkshires, and I think the house may still be there. And it does look very much like Sleeping Giant.
What a interesting story, and quite a mystery. Good luck in your searching for the information on the “riff”. New Englanders, yankees lol seem to favor the Great Atlantic Ocean 🙂 I don’t believe I could ever be far from the ocean 😉 I can drive to the ocean from my home in 45 minutes or longer if I want a southern Maine beach. How far are you from the ocean? I luv the ole photographs! Thanx for sharing 🙂 <3 your cuzin' Donna
Thanks, Donna. In Alaska we are near the Cook Inlet, so we can see water every day. But for me there is nothing like the coast of New England.