On the way home, I stopped in to visit with Alice Kay and her husband Terri. We had a pleasant lunch with super-good homemade egg salad! I had been discussing the history of the area with, and wondering out loud to Alice Kay what might be left of a couple places - notably, the Greenwood Tannery and the Barclay Railroad.
In 1891, the Greenwood Tannery was owned by Thomas Procter and Jonathan Hill. There were 75 acres connected to the plant and 15,000 acres of timberland were owned in Sullivan and Bradford Counties. Contracts were also held for bark on 11,000 acres of land at Foot of Plane.
They had 10,000 cords of bark on hand. The tannery consisted of 458 tanning vats, 13 coolers, each 8 feet deep and 8 foot diameter, 16 leaches that held 16 tons of ground bark each, 100 men worked in the tannery - 50 men worked full time in the woods and 3 (railroad) cars of leather were shipped each week.
Their supply of hides was the African Buffalo hide from Calcutta - they made only sole leather (as in the bottom of shoes) - 12,000 tons of bark used each year - 25,000 hides tanned each year.
Of the tannery, there is very little left - Alice Kay thinks one or two buildings that remain standing in Powell might have been part of the tannery. Perhaps the most lasting legacy is the name of the town which was changed to Powell in honor of Joseph Powell, a past president of the tannery.
Of the railroad, which served the tannery, nothing remains to be seen in Powell except perhaps the barest of traces.
"Foot of Plane" was a place that the Barclay Railroad loaded cars with coal. The railroad than transported the coal to waiting canal boats in the nearby town of Towanda. The small town of Barclay was located near the top of the hill above "Foot of Plane." Terri offered to take me there to see what we might see. A visit to the Barclay Cemetery was also planned. The map below (click to enbiggen) shows the remote location of the cemetery high above the Schrader Creek at Foot of Plane.
An old drawing showing the Foot of Plane - Scanned from original copy of Beers 1869 Atlas of Bradford County showing us what it looked like "back in the day."
A small creek named Coal Run parallels the gravel "road" (I use that term loosely!) up the hill to Barclay Cemetery. Where the town of Barclay, founded in May of 1869, stood, nothing appears to remain. The Great Depression, the plague, and the collapse of the coal market led to the towns demise.
After parking the truck and a short walk into the woods, Terri and I arrived at the gate of Barclay Cemetery - now at last, there were some "remains" to be seen (bad pun, I know). In the woods at the top of Barclay Mountain, are gravestones intermingled with "new growth trees" and sinkholes from collapsed mine shafts (known as "drifts".)
I found the place spooky - but there was an ethereal air to the place - the shaft of sunlight through the trees on one of the nearly forgotten plots was awe-inspiring to me.
Time and neglect (and perhaps vandalism) has taken its toll on the edifices raised in memory of those that had passed on..
In this case, the heartbreak of William Huggan (1841 in Nova Scotia - 1883) and Elizabeth nee' Rogers Huggan (1847 in French Canada – 1923) whose family had so many that died at very, very tender ages. James - 2 months, George Henry - 7 months, William - 8 months, and Henry 1 year and a month.
A site that list all the graves that remain readable is (here)
I want to thank my gracious host for the wonderful lunch and the trip up the mountain. As always, it was very nice to see and visit with you!






11 comments:
With 144 graves that is a large cemetery, so sad to read about all the young deaths. I found your photos comforting..not disturbing. Always nice to visit with friends! :)
The pictures are neat. Gravesides can be scary but this is beautiful, at least during the day.
Sad about the young deaths... Wonder what was taking place?
Sounds like you had a nice visit.
Wow, that is intriguing! I love old cemeteries. I hadn't realized that Mary Kay was a RL friend as well as a blogger! :) Glad you got to socialize with her!
Sink holes? Did that mean you had to watch your step?
Nothing like taking a walk through history :)
You certainly did your "homework". This is a very interesting post. (i even learned a few things) ;)
This area of northeastern Pennsylvania has a lot of history, of times long gone and people long forgotten. It's nice to be able to stop and revisit that history every now and then. Looking thru those two books with you that day was like walking back in time.
Like so many places, modern society has drastically changed our landscape. From booming coal mining towns and logging towns to ghost towns. And by the way, it's been said that Barclay Cemetery is haunted. I believe it. I know I felt like someone was "watching" me the day I was there a few years ago. It was such an eerie feeling. According to the history of Barclay, the town was struck with a diphtheria epidemic in 1884-1885, and that's why so many children died. So sad.
It was a pleasure to have you stop by to visit us again. Terri enjoyed the trip up the mountain, and I enjoyed your company. Thank you for the wonderful post. You're welcome to come and visit us anytime. :)
*hugs*
I always learn a lot from these posts of yours. too bad about the gravestone. Looks like it could be vandalism, but probably not if no other stones were touched. What a great time with some great people!! :)
Very fascinating! And very sad that the Huggan family lost so many children. I started scanning through the readable gravesite link, but so many were children, I had to stop. I know times were very hard back then, but it's still very hard to see.
I'm glad you had a nice visit with AK and Terri.
how very very sad...
Yep, I'm real. *pinches self just to be sure* ;)
Sounds like a fantastic visit!!! Hugs!
You guys are so lucky to live close enough to each other for visits like this. Cemeteries are magnets for me. I love making up stories in my mind about the people buried there based on the family names surrounding them and dates of birth and death.
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