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Monthly Archives: April 2014
Francis Otto Eggleston, my great-grandfather, lived from about 1915 to 1941 on Glen Road in Woodcliff Lake, New Jersey, a small suburb of New York with leafy green streets that wind down to the lake of the town’s name. I … Continue reading
I just remembered a poem written by my great grandfather, Francis O. Eggleston. It is a perfect Earth Day poem, written some time before 1900.
I’ve been reading my great-grandfather’s autobiography. It is written by hand with a fountain pen, with flat, steel-grey ink in narrow rows, making each page dense with words. His handwriting is legible, his letters open and wide, but now and … Continue reading
You can see Chapters 1 and 2 of this story here and here. I wrote a few days ago about typhoid fever’s sad visit to the Eggleston home in 1864. Two of the family’s five members died, my great-grandmother, Abigail … Continue reading
You can see Chapter 1 of this story here. FRANCIS EGGLESTON: CHAPTER 2 Francis Otto Eggleston, my great-grandfather, was a medical doctor first, then a Methodist minister, a Unitarian minister, and finally, in his later years, newspaper columnist. But he … Continue reading
F.O.E. CHAPTER 1: I never met my great-grandfather, Francis Otto Eggleston, a distinguished-looking gentleman with enormous, liquid eyes who, even at 89, stood as straight as the ladder-back chair of his that I inherited. His nose was prominent, but matched … Continue reading