After that Richard, the third of that name, king in fact only, but tyrant both in title and regiment[…]was[…]overthrown and slain at Bosworth Field; there succeeded in the kingdom[…]Henry the Seventh.

The half-breed shrugged his broad shoulders. The Indians know. They have their own way. They watch us. They talk the drum talk to each other. Kill us if they can. By the afternoon of that day - my pocket diary shows me that it was Tuesday, August 18th - at least six or seven drums were throbbing from various points.

An Antiburgher meeting house was erected at Blacks-well in 1761, and a New Light Burgher house, near the church, towards the end of last century.

Auntie Gussie would bring her tsimmes, sugared diced carrots baked with meat, and knaidel, a kind of matzo ball.