Acquiring the Land -
In 1773, John Montgomery acquired
farm land in Northumberland County, Pennsylvania. Located near the
center of the state, this area was part of the American frontier. After choosing a site for his house, John and his sons
began clearing the land, using some of the cut trees to build a log cabin. A spring located
about 80 feet away from the house provided the family with fresh water.
The Scary Summer of 1779 -
During the summer of 1779, British
troops, allied Indians, and Tories terrorized this area, burning settlers'
cabins and barns and massacring those who resisted. Hearing spirited gunfire
from nearby Fort Freeland on July 28, three miles distant, John sent two sons to investigate. Upon their return, the boys reported that the small fort was
under siege by a large group of Indians, British, and Tories. John promptly
loaded his wife and children into the wagon along with the few possessions they
could grab and fled to the safety of Fort Augusta, some 25 miles away.
A New Beginning -
When peace was restored to the area,
John and his family returned to their farm and found their cabin in ashes,
the British and Indians having burned it the same day of the Fort Freeland attack. Close to the site
of the log cabin, John built a two-story brick home. As a child, I marveled at
the 1779 date carved into one of the house’s foundation stones.
A Wedding Gift -
When
my aunt and uncle married in 1944, they were given the farmhouse and
adjoining farm as a wedding present from the groom's parents. This
generous gift provided over 60 years of incredible experiences for my
aunt and uncle, their children, and their extended family.
The Kitchen -
The house’s original source of
heat was a large brick cooking fireplace in the kitchen. During
the bitter Pennsylvania winters, heat produced in such fireplaces
went straight up the chimney and left the room cold and drafty. At some point,
possibly in the 1800s, a wood burning cook stove was installed to the right of the fireplace,
replacing the hearth cooking. After 20th century renovations, an electric stove replaced the wood burning cook stove.
The Pantry -
Food was stored in the pantry, a
large room separate from the kitchen. Along three walls, numerous ten-foot tall
doors covered ceiling-to-floor shelves of home-made canned goods, dry goods,
and kitchen equipment. My aunt’s delicious homemade cookies were kept in a
cookie jar on the counter. I accompanied my older cousins on many daring cookie
raids while Auntie was occupied elsewhere in the large house.
Heat and Light Come to the Old House -
During the early 1940s, electricity
was installed throughout the farmhouse and a coal-fired furnace was set up
in the basement, providing heat for the first floor only. The second floor was
never heated.
Running Water -
Until the mid-1960s, the only indoor plumbing consisted of a
small metal hand pump and sink in the kitchen that had been installed around
1900. Because its water source was the natural spring close to the house, the
water was c-o-l-d year round. In order to get water for drinking or chores, one
had to prime the pump (pump the handle numerous times) until water traveled through the pipe from the spring to the pump in the kitchen where it poured out of the spigot. The
water drained from the sink into a pipe that exited the house and ran above
the ground to a nearby muddy leech bed, a trap for the shoes of unsuspecting city
cousins.
The Secrets in the Wood Paneling -
The kitchen wall containing the
fireplace was covered with wood paneling, but a close inspection revealed two
doors cleverly hidden in the wood work to the left of the fireplace.
The Necessary Room -
Behind the small hidden door next to the fireplace was a tiny walk-in room, about 4-feet wide x 4-feet deep x 4-feet
high. Due to its low ceiling, a child could easily stand while an adult had to
bend. Coat hooks protruded from a wood strip along its three walls. Because no
plumbing had been installed in the house when I was a little girl, a chamber pot
sat in the middle of the floor. As a toddler, this “necessary room” was my
first introduction to colonial life. And hardship. During winter, a person
could choose whether they used the chamber pot in the cramped room or braved the bitter cold in the
small unheated privy that stood in a corner of the rear yard, about 200 feet
from the house. As a small child who lived in a house with modern conveniences,
neither choice looked good to me during a visit on a severely cold Christmas Day, and I was not anxious to return until
warm weather arrived.
The Hidden Staircase -
To the left of the necessary
room, another door concealed a narrow curved staircase which led to the master
bedroom directly above the kitchen. This room received heat from the brick
kitchen chimney, although in the middle of winter, the lack of insulation in
the house walls, basement, and attic still made the room unbearably cold. (The main staircase was in the center of the house near the front door).
Unheated Bedrooms -
Because no heat had been
installed on the second floor where all of the bedrooms were located during the
60 years my aunt and uncle lived in the house, people only went into their
bedrooms to sleep. As one of my cousins explained, “Before going to bed at night,
you laid out the next day’s clothing so you could jump out of bed the next
morning and dress as quickly as possible before hurrying downstairs.” After one
teeth-chattering over-nighter during the winter, I saved my long visits for
summer months.
Wavy-glass Windows -
Single-paned wavy-glass windows
were equally spaced in each room on the first and second floors. In winter,
heavy curtains vainly attempted to stop cold from entering through the thin
glass and wood frames.
The Secret Ingredient in the Plaster Walls -
Original plaster containing
protruding horse-hair covered the interior walls.
Priceless Handmade Chestnut Flooring -
The floors were made of wide
chestnut planks, burnished to a honey-gold patina through the years. Due to
shrinkage, there were gaps between the floor boards. Square nails held the
boards to large beams in the basement that still carried axe marks.
A Time to Say Goodbye -
Several years after my uncle passed, the
house, then 228-years old, was sold. While I’m no longer able to spend time
there, I’m grateful for my many memories.
Please note: the photographs are
not my aunt and uncle’s house, but of houses very similar to theirs.
Award-winning author Cynthia Howerter loves using her training in education, research, writing, and speaking to teach and inspire others about a time in America that was anything but boring. A member of the Daughters of the American revolution (DAR), Cynthia believes history should be alive and personal.
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I have to say that I would be beside myself with joy at having such a home. I almost had a brick wall in the kitchen when i renovated it but decided at last minute to make it open to the living space. I'm glad I did but I still obsess over a brick wall, fireplace and brick oven in the wall. You are making me crave a trip to a reenactment/living history museum. How wonderful, Cynthia. What a treasure to have been part of.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry it's no longer in your family but i hope it's being treasured!
I often wish I could have afforded to purchase the house, but it was sold along with the farm and the price was unaffordable. I miss going there very much, Debra.
DeleteCynthia, I enjoyed your article about your family home very much. When visiting your aunt, did you open the door to the hidden stairs off the kitchen and climb the stairs to the bedroom? What wonderful memories you have to pass to your family.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing about your aunts home. I love to read about America's history.
Blessings, Tina
Hi, Mrs. Tina! I'm so glad you enjoyed this article. Yes, we kids often opened that door and either ran up or down the stairs. There was a main staircase at the other end of the house, so when the adults were not around, my cousins and siblings and I would chase each other up one staircase and down the other!
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