I'm from God's country, which if you've never heard of it, it's 'round these parts up here, which is the North Country. Shatagee Woods the old-timers called it, like my grandfather who they called Squire Miles in the history books.
Ya see, he was one of the original settlers.
My dad, known as Bill Miles, came over to this area on the west side of Chateaugay Lake in 1825 with his folks. My grandmother was pregnant, and it was late in the year, around November, when they trudged...no, I don't think there was any tundra to trudge through, although perhaps there was a trail, and plenty of wild animals along the way as well.
You see, there's some folks down in Crompville that'll believe any dang fool story they hear, and then go repeating on the internet! So I thought I'd join the internet craze too, and create my own myspace page to fight these lies that are spreading on this internet and to set the record straight. Fair and balanced I say, as long as you're getting dumbed down, so duck when it goes over your head.
I have a lovely great-granddaughter that is trapped in an unchartered asteroid and will probably never notice that I have my own myspace page, but maybe there are other family members out there who will add me as their friend. After all, I am your ancestor and it's only right.
I'm not sure where Settie is, although I imagine she's up in heaven. But who knows, maybe they have myspace up there and if they do, maybe she'll add me, too.
It's great having family. Settie and I raised four children, and then later on, we decided to raise four of our grandchildren as well. It was hard, and we were dirt poor at times, but there was plenty of love here.
Of course, it didn't help that farming's hard work. I took a job down at the Forge heaving pigs up on the wagon. But that darned Weed and his blasted Chateaugay Ore and Iron Company--they didn't pay worth beans and they pretty much owned everything in town.
At least there were good company men around taking care of their friends like Monroe Marshall, who married that Bellows girl from across the road and eventually became a state senator. John Moffitts was a good boss for the company, a fair man respected by all the workers. He owned a big hunting camp on the island up on the Upper lake, and later he went into politics too, serving in the state assembly.
In the winter, the grandchildren would come and I'd go up to the sugarhouse and we'd have sugar on snow. Settie would give them some of her great dill pickles from the garden taht she made. I loved to fish, and sometimes when I'd land a whopper, I'd keep it in the ice-house to impress the grandkids with. Of course, they were all pretty tasty too!
There are tons of different photos, so get comfortable and enjoy our collection, which has been passed on through the family over the years.
Hey Dad, you havent logged on for like a while but just wanted to see what new with u n the sister, oh yeah that 1st pic in ur who i'd like to meet looks like a scary version of mom. ok ttyl love you -Amber
hey Gramp! Love the redesign. Mark says you look pretty intense above. I told him you were just focusing on huntin'! he loves the old pictures and the old timey music.
hey gramps, you sent me a very suggestive comment earlier... i dont think it was from you, well, maybe if Settie wasnt looking... but she's in heaven now and has all seeing eyes just like she did here on earth. you know how she always knew what you were up to??? hehe...
You need some tunes, but I love the purple. Sharp.
Here I am standing out in the garden; thought you might appreciate that. Oh, and did you know that mom found Settie's gold ring out there one day about 40 years ago?
Don't worry about Suzi; she doesn't know that my main man the DJ Hunsmire is on here either. She's too busy moving all her junk.
