Married first to Patrick Lilly. Married second to Levi Rexford on Nov. 22, 1856 at Fillmore Co., MN.
Sara Gerleman sent me this story she had. It's pretty interesting. Suggest you add it to Sophronia's grave site "bio".
WAS MRS. HENRY HASLAM'S GRANDMOTHER A BOOTLEGGER?
By Mrs. Martin Norman (Laurel) as told by Elizabeth Sibigtroth
Several men were working at Haslam's that fall day and were just sitting down to eat dinner, as Mrs. Haslam and her granddaughter, Elizabeth, were bringing in the bowls of food. With a teasing grin, one of the older men glanced around the table to watch for effect as he asked, "Say, Sabiny, your grandmother was a bootlegger, wasn't she?"
Without any answer or change of face, Mrs. Haslam tipped the platter of bacon and eggs she had in her hands right over the head of the teaser and crashed the platter on his head. The grin left his face as he somewhat dazedly rose to his feet and left the house, dripping eggs and strips of bacon as he went.
Elizabeth cleaned up the mess and Mrs. Haslam fried more eggs in a complete silence.
It was a week before Elizabeth dared ask what on earth brought all that on.
Some forty or more years before, liquor was being sold to the young men of the Etna community. There was no doubt whatever of that. The question was, "Who was doing it?"
Now we know a peddler was going through, well supplied. But back then everyone talked and talked, and finally several of the men decided the morals of their youngsters were being ruined by the Etna Storekeeper and his wife - Levi and Sophronia Rexford.
A vigilante committee got together, probably much the same group that half-hung the horse thief. They seem to have been an ineffectual batch of vigilantes. They decided to clean up the Etna store, but waited until a time when Levi should be away. Old he may have been, but they respected his size and strength.
The vigilantes entered the store, and announced their intention of searching it. Sophronia was alone. She knew there had never been alcoholic beverages on the place, but had heard the talk concerning such things, of course. She and Levi had some medicine called Bitters, which had some alcohol in it, so they had wrapped it up and were about to send it back to the makers. The vigilantes searched, Sophronia objected, and in the scuffle the tiny woman's arm was broken. The package of Bitters was found, broken right there, and the place generally fouled up.
When Levi came home and found his wife hurt, his store half wrecked, and his reputation worse than he had thought, he was furiously angry. Levi sued the vigilante committee together and separately, as all were local men and well known to Sophronia, who named the assistants of course.
The neighborhood scandal reached the proportions of a vendetta, and vengeance was sworn all around. The trial date came, the plaintiff asked for and got a change of venue to Wykoff. It was later changed again to Preston. The trial finally came off. The defendants were found guilty and the judge fined each man. Most of them, expected that to happen, and came prepared to pay fines. One did not. He told the judge that he was a poor man and had a wife and children to support. Unfeelingly, the judge told him he should have been at home supporting same. The rest of the men present then took up a collection to pay the fine, but so far as is known he never repaid the money. That man was the one who teased Mrs. Haslam, and became draped with eggs.
No, Mrs. Henry (Sabina) Haslam's grandmother wasn't a bootlegger.
Sara Gerleman sent me this story she had. It's pretty interesting. Suggest you add it to Sophronia's grave site "bio".
WAS MRS. HENRY HASLAM'S GRANDMOTHER A BOOTLEGGER?
By Mrs. Martin Norman (Laurel) as told by Elizabeth Sibigtroth
Several men were working at Haslam's that fall day and were just sitting down to eat dinner, as Mrs. Haslam and her granddaughter, Elizabeth, were bringing in the bowls of food. With a teasing grin, one of the older men glanced around the table to watch for effect as he asked, "Say, Sabiny, your grandmother was a bootlegger, wasn't she?"
Without any answer or change of face, Mrs. Haslam tipped the platter of bacon and eggs she had in her hands right over the head of the teaser and crashed the platter on his head. The grin left his face as he somewhat dazedly rose to his feet and left the house, dripping eggs and strips of bacon as he went.
Elizabeth cleaned up the mess and Mrs. Haslam fried more eggs in a complete silence.
It was a week before Elizabeth dared ask what on earth brought all that on.
Some forty or more years before, liquor was being sold to the young men of the Etna community. There was no doubt whatever of that. The question was, "Who was doing it?"
Now we know a peddler was going through, well supplied. But back then everyone talked and talked, and finally several of the men decided the morals of their youngsters were being ruined by the Etna Storekeeper and his wife - Levi and Sophronia Rexford.
A vigilante committee got together, probably much the same group that half-hung the horse thief. They seem to have been an ineffectual batch of vigilantes. They decided to clean up the Etna store, but waited until a time when Levi should be away. Old he may have been, but they respected his size and strength.
The vigilantes entered the store, and announced their intention of searching it. Sophronia was alone. She knew there had never been alcoholic beverages on the place, but had heard the talk concerning such things, of course. She and Levi had some medicine called Bitters, which had some alcohol in it, so they had wrapped it up and were about to send it back to the makers. The vigilantes searched, Sophronia objected, and in the scuffle the tiny woman's arm was broken. The package of Bitters was found, broken right there, and the place generally fouled up.
When Levi came home and found his wife hurt, his store half wrecked, and his reputation worse than he had thought, he was furiously angry. Levi sued the vigilante committee together and separately, as all were local men and well known to Sophronia, who named the assistants of course.
The neighborhood scandal reached the proportions of a vendetta, and vengeance was sworn all around. The trial date came, the plaintiff asked for and got a change of venue to Wykoff. It was later changed again to Preston. The trial finally came off. The defendants were found guilty and the judge fined each man. Most of them, expected that to happen, and came prepared to pay fines. One did not. He told the judge that he was a poor man and had a wife and children to support. Unfeelingly, the judge told him he should have been at home supporting same. The rest of the men present then took up a collection to pay the fine, but so far as is known he never repaid the money. That man was the one who teased Mrs. Haslam, and became draped with eggs.
No, Mrs. Henry (Sabina) Haslam's grandmother wasn't a bootlegger.
Married first to Patrick Lilly. Married second to Levi Rexford on Nov. 22, 1856 at Fillmore Co., MN.
Sara Gerleman sent me this story she had. It's pretty interesting. Suggest you add it to Sophronia's grave site "bio".
WAS MRS. HENRY HASLAM'S GRANDMOTHER A BOOTLEGGER?
By Mrs. Martin Norman (Laurel) as told by Elizabeth Sibigtroth
Several men were working at Haslam's that fall day and were just sitting down to eat dinner, as Mrs. Haslam and her granddaughter, Elizabeth, were bringing in the bowls of food. With a teasing grin, one of the older men glanced around the table to watch for effect as he asked, "Say, Sabiny, your grandmother was a bootlegger, wasn't she?"
Without any answer or change of face, Mrs. Haslam tipped the platter of bacon and eggs she had in her hands right over the head of the teaser and crashed the platter on his head. The grin left his face as he somewhat dazedly rose to his feet and left the house, dripping eggs and strips of bacon as he went.
Elizabeth cleaned up the mess and Mrs. Haslam fried more eggs in a complete silence.
It was a week before Elizabeth dared ask what on earth brought all that on.
Some forty or more years before, liquor was being sold to the young men of the Etna community. There was no doubt whatever of that. The question was, "Who was doing it?"
Now we know a peddler was going through, well supplied. But back then everyone talked and talked, and finally several of the men decided the morals of their youngsters were being ruined by the Etna Storekeeper and his wife - Levi and Sophronia Rexford.
A vigilante committee got together, probably much the same group that half-hung the horse thief. They seem to have been an ineffectual batch of vigilantes. They decided to clean up the Etna store, but waited until a time when Levi should be away. Old he may have been, but they respected his size and strength.
The vigilantes entered the store, and announced their intention of searching it. Sophronia was alone. She knew there had never been alcoholic beverages on the place, but had heard the talk concerning such things, of course. She and Levi had some medicine called Bitters, which had some alcohol in it, so they had wrapped it up and were about to send it back to the makers. The vigilantes searched, Sophronia objected, and in the scuffle the tiny woman's arm was broken. The package of Bitters was found, broken right there, and the place generally fouled up.
When Levi came home and found his wife hurt, his store half wrecked, and his reputation worse than he had thought, he was furiously angry. Levi sued the vigilante committee together and separately, as all were local men and well known to Sophronia, who named the assistants of course.
The neighborhood scandal reached the proportions of a vendetta, and vengeance was sworn all around. The trial date came, the plaintiff asked for and got a change of venue to Wykoff. It was later changed again to Preston. The trial finally came off. The defendants were found guilty and the judge fined each man. Most of them, expected that to happen, and came prepared to pay fines. One did not. He told the judge that he was a poor man and had a wife and children to support. Unfeelingly, the judge told him he should have been at home supporting same. The rest of the men present then took up a collection to pay the fine, but so far as is known he never repaid the money. That man was the one who teased Mrs. Haslam, and became draped with eggs.
No, Mrs. Henry (Sabina) Haslam's grandmother wasn't a bootlegger.
Sara Gerleman sent me this story she had. It's pretty interesting. Suggest you add it to Sophronia's grave site "bio".
WAS MRS. HENRY HASLAM'S GRANDMOTHER A BOOTLEGGER?
By Mrs. Martin Norman (Laurel) as told by Elizabeth Sibigtroth
Several men were working at Haslam's that fall day and were just sitting down to eat dinner, as Mrs. Haslam and her granddaughter, Elizabeth, were bringing in the bowls of food. With a teasing grin, one of the older men glanced around the table to watch for effect as he asked, "Say, Sabiny, your grandmother was a bootlegger, wasn't she?"
Without any answer or change of face, Mrs. Haslam tipped the platter of bacon and eggs she had in her hands right over the head of the teaser and crashed the platter on his head. The grin left his face as he somewhat dazedly rose to his feet and left the house, dripping eggs and strips of bacon as he went.
Elizabeth cleaned up the mess and Mrs. Haslam fried more eggs in a complete silence.
It was a week before Elizabeth dared ask what on earth brought all that on.
Some forty or more years before, liquor was being sold to the young men of the Etna community. There was no doubt whatever of that. The question was, "Who was doing it?"
Now we know a peddler was going through, well supplied. But back then everyone talked and talked, and finally several of the men decided the morals of their youngsters were being ruined by the Etna Storekeeper and his wife - Levi and Sophronia Rexford.
A vigilante committee got together, probably much the same group that half-hung the horse thief. They seem to have been an ineffectual batch of vigilantes. They decided to clean up the Etna store, but waited until a time when Levi should be away. Old he may have been, but they respected his size and strength.
The vigilantes entered the store, and announced their intention of searching it. Sophronia was alone. She knew there had never been alcoholic beverages on the place, but had heard the talk concerning such things, of course. She and Levi had some medicine called Bitters, which had some alcohol in it, so they had wrapped it up and were about to send it back to the makers. The vigilantes searched, Sophronia objected, and in the scuffle the tiny woman's arm was broken. The package of Bitters was found, broken right there, and the place generally fouled up.
When Levi came home and found his wife hurt, his store half wrecked, and his reputation worse than he had thought, he was furiously angry. Levi sued the vigilante committee together and separately, as all were local men and well known to Sophronia, who named the assistants of course.
The neighborhood scandal reached the proportions of a vendetta, and vengeance was sworn all around. The trial date came, the plaintiff asked for and got a change of venue to Wykoff. It was later changed again to Preston. The trial finally came off. The defendants were found guilty and the judge fined each man. Most of them, expected that to happen, and came prepared to pay fines. One did not. He told the judge that he was a poor man and had a wife and children to support. Unfeelingly, the judge told him he should have been at home supporting same. The rest of the men present then took up a collection to pay the fine, but so far as is known he never repaid the money. That man was the one who teased Mrs. Haslam, and became draped with eggs.
No, Mrs. Henry (Sabina) Haslam's grandmother wasn't a bootlegger.
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