Showing posts with label Ballard Graveyard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ballard Graveyard. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Walking To Flossie's

Photo by Jim Molloy - July 21, 2008

Here's a bit of interesting history concerning the old
graveyard on Milltown Road:

Visited April 2001. On south side of Milltown Road, just west of intersection with Rt 52. Next to the fairly new small stripmall. Many-many field stones. Inscription, "1700 - 1950, One of the oldest cemeteries in Dutchess County. Land donated by the James Ballard Family. Buried in the center of the cemetery is the Tidd Family. Polly Tidd, her sister, and brother were kidnapped by Delaware Indians in Oct 1769. The boy was Tomahawked on the large rock on top of the hill. Polly's sister was slain becasue she refuesed to marry a brave. Polly married a brave and had two sons, Johnathon and Aaron. Later when Polly was freed, she came back to Pecksville and reclaimed her parents' homestead. The two sons died young due to small pox. Polly lived to be 80."


As kids, we walked by the the Milltown Road graveyard hundreds of times during the 1950's - on our way to Flossie's tiny store located on Route 52 at the foot of Milltown Road, about a half mile from the lake. Usually to get a Pepsi, maybe a bar of ice cream. And there'd Flossie be, barely able to see, she'd put the dollar bill right up to her eyes to be sure it was what it was. In a store so small, today we'd call it a shed.

As a Baptist, she refused to stock Coca-Cola, believing it contained cocaine - "Devil's Juice." We didn't complain though, since Pepsi gave twice as much (cocaine?) for the same price; 10-cents, and 2-cents back on the bottle.

You may also recall the little red house that sat next to the graveyard - just a tiny place, one, maybe two rooms, often with potted flowers by the windows during summer. Never knew who lived there, a happy mystery from childhood.

Milltown Road was dirt and shell-rock back then, and the hot-rods would kick up a road-storm racing to god knows where. That's what I remember, the Pepsi boys, the "Indian" burial ground, and the little red house covered with the dust of summer.

DM

Update: Click on the following link to view a fragment of Pecksville and Stormville history. (Note: An underscore indicates a link)