Facts and Events
Amos , an expert carpenter followed profession in Kansas most of his life except for a few years in Washington State. Returning to Elk County in the early 1890's. In later years made his home with son Albert. He suffered a broken hip and remained with his daughter until death. (Amos and Emma separated or were divorced)
Excerpts from letter from Richard Andrews written to Clarice Anderson, May 11, 1970
(Harry was a cousin of Richard’s, Alpha was Harry’s Father and Albert was Richard’s father.)
"You were writing about the report you had from Harry Andrews and mentioned that Grandpa Andrews built the house. I haven't seen Harry and Hazel since 1959 altho I hope to get up there to see them again soon. (They lived in Washington I believe) It is only about 200 miles and wouldn't take so long." I will tell you a few things I found out from talking with them. This was just an elaboration of the things I had heard from Dad. I knew Dad didn't like it when he was out there because the job Uncle Alf worked at kept him away from home so much. He ran a river boat on the Columbia River that picked up the cream cans from the farmers' docks along the river and hauled them into Portland. He also hauled their freight & etc. on the return trip. This was a full time job and he was only able to be home a little while on week-ends. Dad thought he should get another job so he could be home nights. Harry didn't tell me much more about his Dad than Dad did. It was easy to see that he had been raised by his mother and thought a lot of her. I knew that Grandad hadn't finished the house because Dad told me that, but I didn't realize how little he had actually built of it. According to Harry, since lumber was cheap they bought real heavy timbers for the inner pinnings. I never found out whose idea this was. Anyway Grandad said there was no use having heavy timbers if you were going to cut them nearly in two and before the argument was over Grandad packed up his tools and went back home to Kansas. So you can see they were both Andrews." I don't know who actually built the house but it was a fine house. When we were there, Harry and Hazel lived next door and the house was being used for a mortuary. They were just starting the Interstate Highway System about that time and wanted to put in an off ramp that would go right around the two houses. Harry and Ethel had different ideas though. They didn't even care if they had an off ramp and they were pretty sure they didn't want it there. Never did I hear how it came out but I would guess it is somewhere else. You spoke of them having a lumber yard. It was a feed and grocery store. They ran it for quite a number of years. Hazel is his second wife. He lost his first wife in the influenza epidemic after the first world war, I believe. I don't remember her name, but when we were there, they took us out to the cemetery to where her grave and the graves of his father and mother were. Harry ran a movie theater in Woodland, WA for a long time too. Later on, he sold all this out and had a cattle ranch near Woodland on the Columbia River for a while." Note: It is my understanding that the house he was writing about has been placed on the National Historical Registry. A cloverleaf in the Interstate Highway System took care of the mentioned off ramp. Mary Ellen Snodderley
AMOS ANDREWS - AS REMEMBERED BY HIS GRANDDAUGHTER, EMALINE ANDREWS LEONARD
Clarice asked me to write what I remember about Grandpa Andrews. I don't remember very much, and I should as he lived with us the last four years of his life, and I was old enough to remember as I was about two weeks past my thirteenth birthday when he died. The first I can remember of him is when we lived in Oklahoma. We had three rooms and when he came we moved the kitchen things into the living room so he would have a place to sleep. We four girls slept in the living room on a "sanitary couch". I don't know why it was called that. The two sides were folded down in the daytime and raised at night for us to sleep on cross wise, so we had a combination Living, Dining, Bedroom and Kitchen. About the only thing I remember about Grandpa then was that he made the corner cupboard for Mama while he was there. He made it out in the driveway and we were supposed to stay in the yard and not to bother him in any way. I can remember some of what he looked like. Aunt Alta looked more like him than any of his children. I don't think he was much larger than she was. I was small for my age until I was about fifteen and he didn't seem to be so much taller than me. Not at all what you think of when you think about the Andrews men. Also most of the Andrews men had lots of hair, but he was bald. He wore his hair long as was the style when he was young (and is with some young men today). He parted it low on the side and combed it over his bald spot. His hair and beard were white and quite thin. I was told that when he was young it was red like Aunt Alta's and Uncle Frank's. His eyes were very blue, not faded as so many blue eyes are when a person gets older. He had red hair and a complexion that got very red when he became angry. He was slender and had small hands and feet. At a time when most men wore bib overalls, He wore waist band blue denims and suspenders with a blue chambray shirt. I don't think he had any other kind of shirt but he had a pair of heavy gray wool pants which he wore over the blue denims when he went to town in cold weather. That is the only place he ever went. He would walk the three miles to town on Saturday morning and if Dad didn't go in in the afternoon, he would walk back. I suppose he ate crackers and cheese or bologna for his lunch as he sometimes would bring a little home and cut it up in slivers and give it to us kids. I don't think he ever brought us candy. He always wore a black felt hat, winter or summer. It had a wide brim and a flat crown and was always worn straight on his head. He subscribed to a Kansas City daily paper and walked to the mail box a half mile away every day to get the mail. He walked slowly with is hands clasped behind him. While he was gone, Mama would hurry around and get a lot of cleaning done while he was out of the way. We lived in a four room house and Grandpa had one of them. He had a stove in his room and could have stayed in the room much of the time, but he didn't. It would aggravate Mamma that he would come back with the mail and sit down by the cookstove to read the paper. I don't blame her, but she never said anything to him about it or to Dad either. When he had read the paper, Mamma and Dad could read it, but we kids were not supposed to touch it. We might tear it. Dad would usually read the comics to us. There weren't many at that time. Mamma never had time to read much. He and Dad would clash once in a while and then he would go to his room and stay awhile. Grandpa wasn't much of a talker but like all older people he would tell the same story over and over again. One thing he always did when we had company was to have them feel the top of his head. He fell off the McKinney house when he was building it and broke the bone on the top of his head. You could feel the break. The bones did not grow together. Of course today he would be rushed to a hospital and probably have had an operation. In those days hospitals were few and a long way off on a train and most people who went to one, died. So a country doctor fixed him up and maybe it was just as well. He had other habits which were embarrassing when company came. He ate Karo syrip [sic] on everything, potatoes and gravy and everything. He had a tin quart measuring cup which he used as a drinking cup at the table, company or not. He would pour water over a slice of bread and then some syrup and eat it. I guess all older people have bad habits and sometimes the things they do are not pleasant for others. At this time in his life he didn't do much. He carried in wood for his stove in the winter and in the summer he would do a little carpenter work at home. He made us a folding lawn bench which we used at the table because we did not have enough chairs. I don't know if the folks had it after you could remember or not. Some of the old men at that time that lived with their children would help with the care of the children, but Grandpa didn't. He thought Richard was just about perfect and would sometimes show him something he had or show him how to do something, but not often. Eunice was the baby and after she could walk he would call her to and talk to her a while. Dad would not allow him to correct us. A time or two when Grandma Lyman was sick the folks left us over night with Grandpa as baby sitter. He never paid any attention to us so we could do as we pleased. I suppose if the house had been afire he could have seen if we got out. We did the chores and looked after things. He never helped with chores any way and probably didn't know what needed to be done. We helped all the time so we knew what to do. Grandpa seemed not to be able to get along with his own folks. He separated from his wife. He got so mad at his oldest son that he had nothing to do with him the rest of his life and he and Dad did not get along well. He had trouble at Aunt Alta's when he came to live with us. I don't know how he got along with Uncle Frank. I think he got along well with other people. Dad was taking him to Aunt Alta's to stay a few days while we were moving from one farm to the other. He slipped off the wagon wheel and broke his leg at the hip. He died in a few days of pneumonia which is what usually happened to older people at that time... They didn't have wonder drugs at those times and so there weren't so many people around whose bodies outlived their minds. The funeral was at Aunt Alta's house. Many funerals were held in homes at that time. We kids sat out in the spring wagon as the house was full of grown people. I remember looking back as the procession turned into Howard and seeing some of the buggies still coming out of Aunt Alta's driveway. (She lived where Clay Reams lives now). So he must have had some friends as I don't think they could have all been friends of the family. I really don't remember anyone from our community being there though there may have been. I know one family wasn't as we had borrowed their spring wagon. We didn't have one. It seems a pity to write about the last years of a person's life. They are no longer productive and their enthusiasm for life is over. Old men are especially pathetic, I think. They don't have the strength to do what they used to do and for the ones that were dependent on their children it must have been especially frustrating.
Howard Courant Citizen - February 25, 1915
One day last week Ancle Amos Andrews in getting off a wagon, fell and hurt himself. He was taken to the home of his daughter and Drs. Costello and DePew were called and found he had fractured the bones in his left hip. He is getting along as well as could be expected for a man of his age.
Amos and family were in the 1880 Elk Co., Howard Twp. census.
Amos, WM, 49, farmer, b. PA, parents b. PA. Emaline, WF, 40, wife, keeping house, b. PA. father b. IN, mother b. PA Alpha, WM, 14, son, b. PA, parents b. PA Alta, WF, 10, daughter, attends school, b. IL, parents b. PA Albert AM, 7, son, b. IL