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September 11, 12, 13—1850


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These three days, we have been on a visit, (father and myself,) to West Hills, the old native place.—We went up in the L. I. RR., and so in the stage to Woodbury—then on foot, along the turnpike and "across lots" to Colyer's.—I plumped in the kitchen door.—Aunt S. ^(father's sister) was standing there—I knew her at once, although it is very many years since I saw her, and she looked very old and bent. (She is 72 ^74 years old.)—Hannah ^her daughter, came in, after a moment. The[illegible]ir appearance was peculiar; but both H. and Aunt S. made us heartily welcome—after the latter recovered from a momentary shock and surprise; for she didn't at first know what to think of it.—

Richard Colyer died about five years ago.—Hannah, the widow, is scertainly a clever hearted creature; she made us very welcome, and was evidently sincere about it.—Hard work, losing her husband, and some troubles among her children, have made her a little vaporish, and she complains of bad health.—

Andrew, the eldest son, is a good natured young man, and good-hearted as the world goes.—He married some three years since, but is separated from his wife.—His little boy is with him—being withdrawn from its mother.—

Charles, the other son is a boy of 16.—Harriet married Edgar Hewlett—he now lives ^(he died Sept '53.) in New York—drives cart.—Sarah married Lemuel Carll—he lives on his father's place, at the Hills. In the summer of '51, he bought a farm, and at Woodbury and moved on it.

Aunt S. is indeed an original.—She has very little regard for dress; but is craving for money and property.—She has always shown a masculine, determined mind.—Soon after her marriage, (^to one Walters,) her husband took to drink; she separated from him, and   [begin leaf 1 verso] would never live with him afterward.—She had the daughter, Hannah.—Coming to Brooklyn as house-keeper, after a few years she returned with a singularly large sum of money; she and the daughter and ^the latter's husband Richard Colyer settled down in the farm and were industrious and made money.—

Walters died some four or five years ago, at the house of his brother, James Walters, the carriage maker, in Brooklyn.—

West Hills is a romantic and beautiful spot; it is the most hilly and elevated part of Long Island.—The "high hill" affords an extensive and pleasant view.—

I went down to the old native place, it is indeed a fine situation, and it seemed familiar enough to me, for I remembered every part, just as well as though only a day had passed since the times when I used to scoot around there a youngster

The old grave yard, on the Hill has some new graves.—The Whitmans must have been a race of some note; there are I should say as many as fifty graves there—and it is only their private family burying ground.—Besides this, many ^others of them must have been buried at Huntington village, for I remember seeing numerous old grave stones that were brought from their graves, at the time of the Revolutionary war—for the British encamped on the Huntington hill, and took away grave stones for ovens [illegible] and hearths, &c.—The stones I saw were brought away, lest they might be despoiled, and somehow, when the war passed over, they were never returned.

The Whitmans appear to have been mostly of the Quaker notion, concerning   [begin leaf 2 recto] tomb stones; for on the old hill, at the native place, among all the numerous graves, there is not one inscribed grave stone, except Mahala Whitman, and I think I have heard that that was put up at the instance of a young man who was to have been married to her.—

The old house in which my father's grand parents lived, (and their parents probably before them,) is still partly standing—a ponderous frame; it is now turned into a carriage house and granary.—The largest trees near it, that I remember, appear to have been cut down.—

The Whitmans were among the earliest settlers of that part of Long Island—West Hills, township of Huntington, county of Suffolk, New York.—They must have originally come from thesome rural district of England—a stalwart, massive, heavy, long-lived race.—They appear to have been always of democratic and heretical tendencies.—Some of them are yet represented by descendants in New England

My father's grandfather was quite a large territorial owner in that part of Long Island, and also on the southern shore of the town.—They all espoused with ardor the side of the "rebellion" in 76.—

I remember when a boy hearing grandmother Whitman tell about the times of the revolutionary war.—The British had full swing over Long Island, and foraged every where, and committed the most horrible excesses—enough to make one's blood boil even to hear of now.—My father's father I never saw.—

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Mother's family lived only two or three miles from West Hills—on a solitary but picturesque road, that wound up from Cold Spring Harbor.—Her father was Major [no handwritten text supplied here] Van Velsor, and her mother's name Naomi Williams.—^Capt. Williams had his wife, her parents, fine old couple, exceedingly generous— I remember them both ^(my mother's parents) very well. She was a mild, gentle, and sweet tempered woman, fond of children—remarkably generous and hospitable in disposition—a good wife and mother—In dress she was rather Quakerish.—Her mother's (my great grandmother's) ^maiden name was Mary Woolley, and her father Capt: Williams, was owner of a vessel that sailed between New York and Florida. Major Van Velsor was a good specimen of a hearty, solid, fat old gentleman, on good terms with the world, and who liked his ease.—For over forty years, he drove a stage and market wagon from his farm to Brooklyn ferry, where he used to put up at Smith & Wood's old tavern on the west side of the street, ^near Fulton ferry.—He was wonderfully regular in these weekly trips; and in those old fashioned times, people could almost tell the time of day, by his stage passing along the road—so punctual was he.—I have been up and down with him many times: I well remember how sick the smell of the lampblack and oil with which the canvass covering of the stage was painted, would make me.—

After ^my own grandmother died, in 182?326 the old man married again—but did not make a very good investment.—He had a son, Alonzo, by this second marriage—now, (Sept. 1850,) in California. He is a good young man, I think, from what I know of him.—

He ^has since returned from California with his "pile." went into business in New York, and died in at Newark, N.J. July 22, 1883

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