Clipping: Marion Martin, Extreme DIYer

I've long been told that my uncle, Marion Woodruff Martin (1919-1996), was something of an inventor in his youth, and I've just come across this gem in the November 8, 1948 issue of The Newark Advocate (Newark, OH). Marion was 29 years old at the time. I can't make out much in the pictures, but this clip is fun to look at anyway. Marion Woodruff Martin, Inventor A transcription of the text in case you can't read it in the enlarged imaged:

Marion Martin is pictured above on his farm just outside of Hebron with the corn and baled hay elevator which he made himself out of scrap. Martin said the elevator isn't much for looks, but it does the work and cost about $125. He also made the garden tractor used to power the elevator. Martin uses it for seeding and mowing and other small jobs. Bob Miller of radio station WRFD, Worthington, interviews Marion Martin, near Hebron, on the "Over the Line Fence" program. Martin told how he started farming with his father on shares, and how he has now purchased a 144-acre farm for himself, just outside of Hebron. The interview ...more...

(Not) A History of Social Media

Paul Starr’s The Creation of the Media: Political Origins of Modern Communications has been sitting unread on my bookcase for far too long. I’ve only just begun reading it, and, in spite of the rather plodding pace, I’m finding it immensely interesting. I may write more about the book another time, but for now—though the book has made no mention of this particular sphere—it has me reflecting on the notion of social media. I am a light user of Twitter, Facebook, and other social media sites, and I recently had a conversation with friends over Chinese food about this newfangled idea that anyone cares what I’m doing right now or with whom. Only later when I had on my more academic thinking cap, did it occur to me that I know very well that social media is by no means new. A Google search on the history of social media will likely tell you that the phenomenon is at least 30 years old. Beth Hayden and Rafal Tomal trace is origins to the first email, sent by researchers at the Advanced Research Projects Agency in 1971, followed in 1980 by Usenet, which allowed people to post messages to online news feeds. The ...more...

Obituary: Dora Alice Sager Woodruff, 1871-1959

The Newark Advocate (Newark, OH), 30 Nov 1959, p. 26

Mrs. Dora A. Woodruff, 88, wife of J. A. Woodruff, in failing health for some time, died at 1 p. m. Sunday in the home north of Kirkersville.

Born Nov. 10, 1871, in Black Lick, Franklin County, she was the daughter of Dallas Sager and Kesiah (Mann) Sager and had lived in the Kirkersville area 48 years. She was a member of the Methodist Church of Kirkersville.

She leaves her husband; one daughter, Mrs. Helen Martin of Hebron; two sons, Leland and Clifford of the home; four grandchildren; six great-grandchildren; one brother, Robert Sager of Black Lick.

The funeral will be held at 2 p. m. Wednesday in the Emerson Funeral Home in Kirkersville with the Rev. Starling Morrow conducting the service. Burial in Kirkersville Cemetery. Friends may call at the funeral home.

From the Files: Avery Martin’s WWII Draft Registration

Seceder Cemetery

  In May of 2007, I took a quick flight to Ohio to investigate several cemeteries in which I believed I’dGeorge Woodruff find some Woodruff, Sager, and other assorted family graves. My first order of business was to locate Seceder Cemetery, a site my living family was unaware of, in Reynoldsburg, Ohio. Once a bustling small city of its own, Reynoldsburg is now a strip-mall-infested suburb of Columbus. After much circling, turning around, and near-resignation, I spotted what appeared to be headstones between the slats of a tall privacy fence along the back parking lot of one of the aforementioned strip malls. Behind the privacy fence, the cemetery occupies a small hill surrounded by a chain-link fence, apartment buildings to the north and west, golf course to the south. The gate has a large padlock, but, since it was Memorial Day weekend, someone from the city had thought to leave it unlocked for potential visitors. I found what I was looking for in the northwest corner, backed up to the fence. My great-great-great-great grandfather Wiard Woodruff was born in 1764 in Litchfield, Connecticut. He moved with his father and probably other family members ...more...