ALBERT JENNINGS McCARDELL
Albert and his younger brother, Mort, grew up on what was referred to as "The Ridge", just north of Rising Sun. It was the land over which the Maryland/Pennsylvania dispute had been settled with the Mason-Dixon Line. I only know of the brief excerpts referred to by my father, Mort. They roamed the country side and learned to be "real survivors". When the boys were very young adults, perhaps around 1920, they moved to Stubbs Hill on the south side of Rising Sun. Albert purchased his first car, and for those that can identify the year of an old car, can refer to the one above, and you might tell ABOUT what year that might have been. He had an accident in this automobile and never drove a car again.
Albert remained single for quite a long time, lived at home, and was employed by Sheffield Condensery, in Rising Sun, where milk was processed and bottled. During the depression, Harry, Albert and Mort were all three employed, so times were not so very tough for the McCardell Family on Stubbs Hill.
SHEFFIELD CREAMERY -1906- RISING SUN, MARYLAND
I remember the Kyle home, just a stone's throw from our Stubbs Hill home. There was Roland "Roley" amd his wife Pearl with their four daughters, Elizabeth, Virginia, Frances and Dorothy. There had been a little boy, Roland Jr., but I never knew him. He died as an infant. I was told,years later by Francis, that her mother was devistated with the loss of baby Roland. It was not only the grieving over the loss of their only boy, but Pearl had a dreaded consequence from nursing her child; the development of infection in the milk ducts which caused the milk to be poison. If you look very closely to the right, in the background of the top photo, of Albert, you will see the Kyle home. We were close friends and neighbors, whom later became family. Virginia and Albert were married a little later in life than most couples. She, being thirty and he, forty three, they both started out on this journey for the first time...together. The Kyle Family was among the first people that I remember. I don't recall anything in particular about Virginia except that, one day, she brought home this tiny, little baby, named Wanda. Wanda became part of their family. I was thrilled about the new baby, not realizing at the time she would also be a part of my family, although not blood related.
One day, Elizabeth, one of the older daughters was carried into the house, because she couldn't walk. She had been working at a job in Philadelphia, that required her to be on her feet all day and had developed this temporary condition. It was said, the cause was from walking so much on a concrete floor, doing waitressing work. She had come home to recouperate She married a man by the name of Kaufman and remained in Philadelphia. This, was no doubt my first whitnessing of this type of distress, since I remember it so well. Another time I was at their home with their daughter, Frances. As she was putting on lipstick, I insisted she put some on me too. The reason I say insisted, is that I recall her becoming annoyed with me. I can imagine she was thinking what daddy would say if he caught me wearing lipstick at an age under four or five. I thought the sun rose and set in their daughter, Dorothy. I was so thrilled when she gave me her "hand - me - downs clothes. When she wanted me to walk across the meadow to the creamery, where Uncle Albert and her Dad worked, to take her dad's dinner to him, my dad said "no". I hadn't learned at that young age that when dad said, "no", he meant, "NO". I insisted and insisted and before I knew what was happening, I found myself in the middle of a "whipping". I remember thinking, " Daddy, how can you do this"? How can you do this to your little girl". I learned a great lesson that day. I learned to pick up on those warning signs my dad sent out, and I never needed any more whippin's.
Just a few years ago, Frances and I, retired to the same retirement complex. Frances told me at that time, she had called Albert her boyfriend, when she was a teen-ager, and Dorothy, a couple years younger, called Mort, my dad, her boyfriend. As it turned out, Frances' sister, Virginia, got Albert and Mort married a gal from Oxford Pa., Ola Blankenship.
VIRGINIA ELLEN KYLE McCARDELL
In 1945, a darling little girl was born to Virginia and Albert. She was named Darlis Ann. They lived in a beautiful old stone house right off Route 1, west of Rising Sun on Horseshoe Rd. It was later bought by a succesful businessman, Willard Mace, who built a building business and warehouse across the road, and his wife, an interior designer, renovated the house.
My grandmother, Ada, went to help Virginia for a while, with the new baby. She however fell, going to the spring house, and had to go back to Mort's, who in the meantime had moved into Rising Sun. There would be more children for Albert and Virginia, three more, in fact and, other homes too. During World War II, Albert moved his family to Elkton, also in Cecil County, where he took a job in a munitions plant. Virginia's sister, Dorothy, lived with them there. I also visited them during school vacation. Their next home was on the Blain Carter farm just north of Rising Sun, where they rented the tenant house. Being very fond of the children, ( the oldest was ten years younger than I); they had many visits from me. I remember one Sunday morning, I walked to their place. It was about a mile, from my home, and I wasn't in such great athletic shape. I felt it's effects, but it was worth it when those three little girls came running to greet me. As I entered the house, I was met by Uncle Albert, who said, "Come on down in the basement, Marian, I have something to show you." As I descended the stairs, about half way down, I saw this enormous glob of what I immediately identified as a snappin' turtle. It was much bigger than I ever imagined his little reptiles would be. He had become noted for catchin' snappin' turtles and making snapper soup. He said, " I'm fattening him up, down here before I make him into soup!" I didn't linger much longer in the basement that day. I don't remember if I returned for any of the soup or not. He would always can the leftover soup, so at some time or another, I did eat his "snapper soup". He probably made it once a year. Virginia's speciality was chicken corn soup. She made it for the annual "Oakwood Sportsman's Club Chicken Corn Soup Feast." Virginia and Albert would move again into a little bungalow just next to where the Kyle residence still excisted, and right back at the foot of Stubbs Hill, near the McCardell homeplace. They both did janitorial work for the National Bank and Methodist Church in Rising Sun. By this time, there would be two more girls, and a little boy added to their family. Linda Pearl )(the Pearl for Mom-mom McCardell - Ada Pearl); Dorothy Marie, and she would go by Marie and the Dorothy was a name-sake for Virginia's sister.) The boy was Roger Jennings. (The Roger was for my brother, Roger Morton, and the Jennings was Albert's middle name. To this day I can still recall, when I would go across the lawn to their home, in "Cemetery Lane", three little girls would come running from the house shouting, " Here comes, Marian!", Marian's here!" At that time Albert was caretaker for the cemetery, up the hill from their place. He and Virginia also had the janitorial jobs at the bank and the church. Albert had always made a beautiful garden, and would "can" much of the produce. He also had an little shed outside of his kitchen door, which he used as his "canning house". He was competing with Campbell's Soup. He said Campbells tasted like corduroy pants". Dad, however, liked the commercially canned soup. Watch for another "soup story" in Mort's history.
Albert and Virginia spent their last days together on Cemetery Lane. Albert died in 1955 and Virginia died in 1995. Virginia never remarried, spending most of her last years with her children.
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HISTORY of the TOWN of RISING SUN,MD.
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"Wedding Bells are Breaking Up ThatOld Gang of Mine"WORDS to the song
RISING SUN'S "GANG" of the 1920s
Left back row: "Wes" Ferguson, "Bill" McNamee, Wilson McVey, Arthur "Pud" Ryan, Carlton "Carlty" Nickles,
Front Left: "Jimmy" Jennes, Evans Patton, "Mort" McCardell
Photo from Mort McCardell Collection
This group of young men called themselves the "gang", but in NO way can they be associated with the connotation of the word today. They gathered together in their "shack" to plan their activities and just enjoy each other's company. A big agenda they created was travel. As Elizabeth Cooney Hanna, a friend of Bill McNamee's sister, Elizabeth McNamee Ringler, recalls; she and Bill's sister saw them off on one long trip. There will be snaps of this trip forthcoming.
Photo from McCardell Collection
This little shanty, as described in Bill McNamee's history notes, and told to me by my dad, Mort McCardell, is the one where the young men spent much of their time, after work, of coarse. It seems they made their parents very happy by spending their time together planning trips and worthwhile persuits instead of hanging around in the pool room. The pool room was considered very bad for young men. People smoked cigarettes and said bad words in those places. Bill and six of his friends, bought this structure, which resembled a motor home. As he paused to think, he concluded that it was a reporter, probably working for the "Whig", from whom they bought it. They paid $7.00 a piece to call it their own. They borrowed a truck and moved it to their chosen spot. It was a cozy place with a stove and couch, a place where they could stay out of trouble.The location of this little building was at the bottom of Stubbs Hill coming into Rising Sun. Turning left into Brookview Cemetery Lane, it was located next lot on the left along the little brook that ran through the property. At the time of Bill's writing this, he states, "only one person is still alive.....Mort McCardell. Mort died in 1989.
left to right: Arthur "Pud" Ryan, Unknown, Carlton Nichols, Wes Ferguson, Mort McCardell
Standing left to right: Howard Wilson (Bill's uncle), Emma McNamee (Bill's Mother), Miss Pocohontas Reed and Frank Davis (family friends). Seated front to back. Bill McNamee, Katherine Kirk, and Maude Kirk (Maude Ashby).After 83 years of his life, Bill McNamee's reminiscence of his early years takes him back to the family farm in Upper Principio, where he spent the first nine years of his life. Like a lot of farm kids, Bill recalls, "I had an animal to take under my wing and raise. I loved that little calf. I even built it a house. Then one day a man came along to buy my little calf. It broke my heart!" Being able to laugh at it, as he told of his heart break, years later; he said "I took croquet balls and threw at him." Bill still remembers his first day of school. Marion School, a one room school house, was located on Red Toad Rd. As many old-timers lamented to their children, they had to walk a mile to school, Bill did also; one mile each way. The teacher gave him a slate and a slate pencil..........no tablets in those days. He remembers how the pencils on the slates sounded like a pack of woodpeckers pecking away. At recess young Bill and his friends would play with clay marbles, leaving behind traces of black knuckles. Everybody carried a lunch bucket and it always contained a hard-boiled egg. In order for the boys to show off for the girls, they would crack their eggs on the top of their heads.
In 1915 the McNamee family moved to Rising Sun. Bill attended the Tome School in Port Deposit. In order to catch a train for his desired schedule of the day, he had to rise early enough to wash, dress, and eat before catching the 6:02 A.M. train. He would arrive in Port Deposit at 6:35A.M. and that would leave him with two hours to fill, before school started. What to do? Like most boys, he and his friends made very wise decisions. They had forthought enough to slip in their bathing suit, along with their other school paraphernalia, and they had a golden opportunity to take a swim in the Susquehanna River. When the weather was not so appealing for a dip, they would fish, play tennis, or just hike around. The school day was long and they would not arrive home until 4:45 P.M. Bill said his teachers were all great, but he remembers Cedric Lewis fondly. He was patient with Bill and when Bill took his college entrance exam he made a 95 in a subject, "I thought I'd never learn.....math!"
This information was taken from notes Bill McNamee himself has left with the town of Rising Sun, Md. to hopefully someday be published.
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