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A Man They Called Martin
By Nancy Rush

Many of you reading this – and hailing from the small village of Union City – may remember my grandfather, William Martin Elliott, who was affectionately called “Mart” by those who knew him well. And while my memories of him will be vastly different from yours, I can only give you my perspective of a man who seemed larger than life to a small child.

My Grandpa Elliott was many things to many people. He was a respected businessman in the community, having owned many properties on the Ohio side of our small town. He was a railroad man, having worked for the Big Four for many years. I remember so well those days when he was a night watchman for the rail company. That memory is probably so prominent because his “shack” – as it was called in those days – sat across the tracks from our home on Division Street.

I can remember there being a small building (just a bit bigger than our modern day Port-A-Potties) that he sat in when he was working. We lived right next to the railroad tracks and his shack was just a few feet from our house but on the opposite side of the tracks. As the train approached, Grandpa would go out along the tracks and swing his great big lantern.

You see, the purpose of a night watchman, which was long before electronic flashers and crossing arms came into being, was to warn people of an oncoming train. Grandpa’s job was to go out to the base of the crossing and swing a lantern back and forth so cars and those people who were walking would not cross the tracks until the oncoming train had passed. Grandpa worked for the rail company for twenty years and as a night watchman for another twelve years. Of course most of this was before I was born, but, as a child, I still remember how great it was to be able to look through the window and see him out there swinging his lantern.

I imagine Grandpa wore the usual railroad “uniform” of bib overalls and a railroad cap when he was working but I don’t really remember him that way. Always a
well-dressed man, my favorite memories are of him walking down the street with his cane while dressed in a three-piece suit, a snappy tie and his favorite hat, even in the summertime when it was pretty hot. Another of my very favorite memories is of Grandpa sitting on our front porch in his special rocking chair that we had placed there for him when he came to visit.

According to my mother, Grandpa Elliott was always a hard worker from the time he was just a lad all the way through his growing-up years. In 1889, at the age of twenty-three, he met and married my grandmother, Laura Elizabeth Stephens. They homesteaded in Palestine, Ohio where grandpa became a farmer who learned to live off the land as a means of income and joined other farmers in learning to thresh in order to harvest their crops. Farming in those days seemed to be the most economical way to make a living and the grandpa I knew was always one to put a lot of emphasis on the value of a dollar. From what I understand, he did most of his farming in the Spartanburg and Palestine areas.

My grandparents lived many years of their married life in a few other small towns – all of which were located in the Darke County area. During their marriage, they became the parents of nine children; three of whom died in infancy. Other children included Myrtle, Orville, my mother Sadie, Charles, Opal and Mildred. And, as was the custom in those days, their marriage spanned over a fifty-year period before Grandma Laura passed away in early July of 1942.

After my Grandmother Laura’s death, Grandpa rented out the downstairs of his home to a widow and he moved into the upper part of the house. Her duties included taking care of Grandpa by doing the daily cooking and cleaning. There was an added bonus for me in this situation, however. Lou, Grandpa’s housekeeper, had a young granddaughter who lived with her. It just so happened that she was one of my best friends from East Side. This was just great! It meant that I got to see my grandpa and spend time with my best friend all at the same time.

Walking across the tracks from my house, I spent many an hour playing in my Grandpa’s side yard on Ward Street. It was an easy trek that I could have made with my eyes closed. Ward Street was just across the tracks from our house on Division Street and through the alley by the old Bailey’s factory. This was the home that Grandpa always lived in while I was growing up.

By the time I was born, Grandpa was in his early 70’s. My fondest memories of him are of a fine, white-haired gentleman who walked with a cane and chewed tobacco. He always walked wherever he went and he always seemed to be on the go. The only time he wasn’t busy tending his garden or walking around the neighborhood was when he took a break from his chores by sitting on our front porch reading the paper.

A survivor of the Great Depression, Grandpa was a very frugal man who always put out a huge garden in order to ensure a well-stocked cupboard. Grandpa’s garden boasted of some of the biggest beefsteak tomatoes I’ve ever seen. There were many times when I would walk out into his back yard, pick a fat, juicy tomato – with salt shaker in hand – and eat to my heart’s content. I’m sure he grew many other vegetables in his huge plot of land, but those tomatoes were what I remember most. They were delicious!

I have so many wonderful memories of my Grandpa Elliott. I remember standing on our front porch anxiously watching for him to come walking across the railroad tracks heading for our house. Once there, he would pull up his favorite chair on our front porch and just set a spell. I always knew that Grandpa loved me in the only way that children know they are loved. Somehow you just know! Maybe it was the little hugs or the pat on the head he gave me when he thought I had done something well. Or perhaps it was the scoldings I received from him when I had done something he didn’t approve of. I only know that the feelings of being loved by my grandpa were very real to me even as a child.

Sadly, my Grandpa Elliott died in July of 1956 when I was just a young teenager. In my opinion, the world lost a great man that day. Not only was he an accomplished individual, he left a wonderful legacy to his family. He was a prosperous man who placed family before worldly goods. He was a stickler for honesty, believing in the value of truthfulness and using it as a measure of one’s integrity. He also believed that respect is earned and worked hard in order to leave his mark on the world.

Despite his penchant for always being so formally dressed, my Grandpa Elliott was a down-to-earth man who found a great deal of enjoyment from the simple things in life. He loved working in his garden and spending quiet evenings in his favorite rocking chair. He was well-known by the folks in our community, as it was his custom to call out a “hello” to those who passed by our front porch where he was comfortably seated in his easy chair with a bit of “chaw” tucked into his cheek. 

This is how I remember my Grandpa, a simple man at heart. He was the best grandparent a child could ever wish for because he spent so much time with me. I will always remember the many conversations we had and the advice he gave quite freely. But most of all, I will remember a man who loved me whole-heartedly just because I was his grandchild and a member of his family.

    Nancy Hampshire Rush was born and raised in Darke County, Ohio. With a Masters Degree in Education, she was the first person in her family to achieve a degree in higher education. She recently published a journal that she began in 2005, My Mother’s Child, in order to leave the legacy of the wonderful history of her family to those coming after her. She treasures the time she has spent with her children, both when they were young and as adults, as well as the friends she has made along her journey. Contact countynewsonline.org if you would like more information on how to obtain a copy of this book.


 
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