Birds Eye View of Morris, from West Hill, 1910 Postmark

The white house in the center of the photo is mentioned in the quote below.

You remember that a high board fence ended the street right there, and you also remember the little red house under the apple and pear trees across the road 64 from Mr. Palmatier's. There in that humble cottage was an ideal home. There lived Royal and Huldah Potter (Roffe), and Helen Ripley and her three boys, Ben, Rapha, and Nelson. The memory of every one who knew "Christian Hill" thirty years ago will ever linger around this home. The war that had just closed, leaving a cloud over the whole land, had cast a dark shadow over this home.

But as one of the boys of that home has so well said:
"Most sunny and warm the home was, tho' it was one of the humblest;
She who had suffered so much and had told her grief to the Saviour,
Drove back the falling tears as her thought traced the days of her sorrow,
Out of the conflict arose with the calm of a queen and a victor,
And lived with a smile on her face, all for the sake of her children."

And those boys ! Their delight was in tricks and pranks upon each other and upon the old grandfather, who bore with wonderful good-nature the surplus of youthful mischief, especially as it was developed in the oldest of the trio. When I first knew the home Ben was the student of the family with literature in mind, Rapha was the fisherman, hunter and worker, Nelson was a little pugged-nose carroty-haired boy almost in aprons, with a great desire to follow Rapha whether or no. Remember how we used to go over to Matteson's pond just across the lots under the hill? You couldn't find it now- there is none. Then in the winter it was our skating place and in summer where we fished and went in swimming. Royal and Huldah Potter both died in one year - 1883 I think. The good mother soon followed. The boys had grown to manhood and entered into the battle of life, strong and courageous because of her who guided their young minds and turned their feet into right paths, and the influence of whose true and exalted life is to-day a power for good to every one of them every day of their lives; Ben (Rev. B. P. Ripley) a minister in the Wyoming Conference in Pennsylvania. Rapha (R. R. Ripley) who owns and runs a steam power wooden-ware factory (Merritt Bridges) in Morris, employing four to six men and whose wife you may remember as the little freckled faced black-eyed daughter of "Billy" W enmoth, now grown to a sedate and comely matron, with one son whose looks will always betray his parentage; and Nelson (Rev. N. B. Ripley), like his oldest brother, prominent as a minister in the Methodist Church, now for some years located at Otego, and for twenty-three years a successful pastor in the Oneonta district. The little old house where they lived has been entirely rebuilt, and was sold by R. R. Ripley to V. L. Curtis (Roffe) who now occupies it. It is no longer at the end of the street, for the street was long ago extended westward to the 0. B. Matteson place (Washbon) and then south to West Street.

From:

Morris, New York: 1773-1923 by Joyce Foote

pages 64-65

Name on the post card
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