by Ellen Miller Thiriot, daughter of Minerva – Sarah

I remember Grandpapa many ways, but some of my favorite memories are:

When Grandpapa would tell us of his experience as a herd boy, when in
company with the Burdick boys and Isaac they were attacked by the Indians,
and the horse Grandpapa was riding was stolen. Grandpapa would hold out
the palm of his hand and point with his finger to show where the cattle were,
where the Indians came from, and where they went and where the boys
were.

Another memory [of Grandpapa] was one Thanksgiving Day when I was quite young. We were all at Grandmama [Sarah’s] home and Grandpapa was carving the turkey. He asked me what part I wanted and I answered, “the leg.” He gave me the whole leg, including the thigh and said, “Young Lady, I want you to eat it all.” I can’t remember anything else about that meal and I think I have never even asked for a chicken leg since.