Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Trek of the French 500 a Poem by Frank P. Linsely

I love how history and literature walk hand-in-hand so much. I came across this poem today on the Gallia County Genealogical Society, OGS website and loved it! In this poem by Frank P. Linsley from 1940 be recites the history of the founders of Gallipolis. Enjoy!

Trek of the French Five Hundred
By Frank P. Linsley
Feb. 1940

                     The Lure
In the grim terrorist days,
         In Paris, the heart of the Frenchland,
Clothed in an impeccant pose,
         Stalked Playfair, the villainous Briton,
Weaving his wiles diabolic
         To hoodwink innocent victims,
Brewing up tales seductive
         About the wild lands in Ohio,
Whither his wiley intent was
         To lure them away for his profit,
Suave in manner he was,
         Adept in the art of deception---
Practiced in senturies gone,
         Just as it is in the present.
He pictured a Paradise,
         Perfect in climate and setting,
Carefree, untouched, idyllic,
         Awaiting the advent of settlers.
Birds of beautiful plumage
         Filled the vast woodlands with music;
Flowers of the rarest hues
         Scented the parks with their perfume,
While all the lakes, ponds and branches
         Were teeming with frogs, eels and fishes.
Pure was the water that gushed
         From the springs on the hillsides, and sparkling,
Quenching the thurst of the young,
         A fountain of youth to the aged;
Seldom did thunderstorms mar
         The days of its glorious Summer,
Nor often did frosts occur
         To spoil the delights of the Winters.
Fruited with apples and pears,
         And peaches luscious and blushing;
Plums and cherries galore,
         And berries in superabundance.
Cucumbers borne on trees,
         And apples of custard, delicious;
Grapes whose natural wine
         Ran off in the rills to the rivers;
Readymade candles that grew
         On plants that flourished in marshes;
And sugar yielded by trees
         Of the forest, abounded in number.
Nuts of various kinds,
         Hickory, butter and walnut;
Soap in the form of a stone,
         Soft and efficient, existed;
Bees filled the hollow of trees
         And caves to o’er flowing with honey;
Game in the woods in great herds
         Awaited the hand of the hunter,
Buffalo, rabbit and deer,
         Raccoon, fox, and grinning opossum;
Dozens of furbearing breeds
         Roamed the forest unbroken, primaeval;
Wildfowl darkened the sky
         As they rose from the foot of the hunter,
Pheasants and turkeys and geese,
         Ducks and the quail, swift and whirring;
Pigeons in number so great
         They broke down the trees where they roosted;
Indians gentle and sweet,
         Hospitable, helpful and kindly,
Offered a welcome to all
         Who came to share their dominions.
                              The Fall
Lures resistless were these,
         Tickling ears tuned, eager to listen,
Because of the turmoil and terror
         In France, under Louis the XVI,
For pestilence, war, persecution
         Ravaged the land and her people
After the fall of the Bastile,
         In the greatest of world revolutions.
Hook and sinker and line---
         And almost the pole did they swallow---
Like fishes hungry and keen
         For bait that is new and enticing;
Townlots and outlots he sold them,
         Like battercakes hot from a griddle,
On land that was rich and unbroken,
         At prices—cash—and enormous
With no caveat emptor, or told them
         The titles conveyed were quite worthless
His clients were of the elite,
         Well born and of fine education,
And jewellers, artists, shopkeepers,
         Hotel men, coach makers and millers,
Confectioners, clerks, peruke makers,
         Cabinet makers, scientists,
Dance masters, doctors, and gilders,
         Milliners, coach and boat builders;
Of laborers, common, a dozen,
         Of rogues and of rascals none,
Of Ladies and Gentlemen, many,
         Of religionists, only one,
Whose priestly vows were recanted
         At the urgent insistence of Cupid.
Such was the motley mélange
         He gathered to found a new Paris,
Unfitted, untutored, inapt
         For wilderness life and its trials.
Soon as the suckers were caught
         In the net of his evil contrivance,
Signed, sealed, relieved of their money,
         Word he sent over the ocean
To his employers, * on this side,
         Preparations to make
For their transport,
         And also to house them,
Forty frontiersmen were hired
         To go from young Marietta
To clear a fit place in the forest
         Of lands he had trickily sold them.
Stalwart and husky, they went
         To the task down the river awaiting,
Bearing the tools of their craft,
         Axes and saws, mauls and wedges;
Robert Safford among them,
         Looking far into the future,
Jumped ashore ere the boats landed
         And felled the first tree of the clearing,
Deeming it rightly, an honor,
         To do what would long be remembered---
And treasured unto this day
         Is the ax that he used, prophetic.
Theirs was the task for the Summer
         Falling trees, and of them build houses
In number sufficient and ample
         To house the new émigrés coming
Leaving them thus employed,
         In efficient and diligent manner,
Let us follow the French
         From now till their later arrival,
Voyaging over the ocean—
         To this, the final denoument.
* ---his employers---The Scioto Co. every one as guilty as he, but he personified the Co., they quite naturally heaped their imprecations upon him.
                              The Voyage
Six hundred innocents sailed
         O’er the sea, oft becalmed, often stormy,
In six old ships, poorly manned,
         Malodorous, vermin infested,
Crowded together below
         The decks in sweltering weather,
Subsisting on coarsest of fare,
         Confined to their cabins like cattle.
Rough was the voyage and long,
         Fully three months in the doldrums;
Mal-de-mer harassed them all,
         Till existence was almost unwelcome
Every day spent at sea
         Is like one lost out of life,
So let us pass over these,
         Nor vainly seek to recall them,
For what a horror to them
         Could certainly give us no pleasure.
                              The Awakening
The end of the voyage hard
         Was finally reached in Virginia,
At old Alexandria, welcome
         Was given in cordial manner
By folks of grateful remembrance
         For help sons of France had oft given
To them in their struggle for freedom
         When Washington fathered his country
There they learned of the guile
         Of Playfair, the forked tongued Briton;
They learned their Garden of Eden
         Was a wilderness, wild, unattractive,
Peopled by savages fierce,
         Craving the scalps of their victims;
Learned of its long Winters cold,
         Of its Summers whose heat was oppressive,
Of insects and reptiles and ills
         Which would take awful toll of their number.
Came then a torrent of words,
         violent verbal explosion,
Such as our land ne’er heard
         Since the day of its primal creation;
Wrath from the depth of their souls
         Stirred wild and irate execration,
And a sentence to Hell was proclaimed
         Fitting Playfair, the Son of Perdition;
Flaying and boiling in oil
         Would be only just retribution;
Stretched on the rack and drawn
         Would have been greatest pleasure to see him;
While gestures, Gallic, emphatic,
         Attended their words vitriolic.
Echoes resounded for years
         This wordy and just execution
They would have meted to him---
         Had they been able to catch him.
Some of their number returned
         To France, by the very same vessels,
Those who had not squandered all
         Resources in this wild adventure.
Others remained in Virginia
         To try to better their fortunes,
But nearly five hundred resolved
         To stick to their plans and intentions.
Calmness followed the storm
         Of anger their fate had engendered,
Knowing rage could never heal
         The wound by the viper inflicted.
Faint not of heart were the men,
         Nor of their more gentle companions,
So onward once more they essayed
         To forge to the end of their journey.
In wagons they floundered o’er vales,
         Climbed mountain so rough and forbidding
That oft it seemed hopeless to struggle
         Against all the woes that beset them.
Heavy the wagons, and ox-drawn,
         A pair (called a yoke,) to each wagon,
Which on the hills were doubled,
         And aided by men pushing, also.
In the heat of the day travel slacked
         Because the beasts couldn’t endure it,
With tongues hanging out of their mouths,
         They bellowed and panted for water;
The ox drivers cursed them and goaded,
         Twisted tails, and whipped with keen lashes,
Then tarried for rest on the hill tops,
         And watered and fed for their comfort,
Camping at night in the open,
         With cook fires all brightly gleaming,
They ate and slept and rested,
         With sentinels watching, outposted,
Guarding against the attacks
         Of Indians, silently roaming….
So Pittsburgh at last was reached,
         Attached by strenuous effort.
                              Down the River
Here flatboats awaited the band
         To bear them down stream to their haven,
The people and all their belongings,
         Including their flutes and their fiddles.
Day after day as they floated
         Adown the forest walled river,
They put their clothing in order
         Against the event of their landing.
Willow grown islands were passed,
         Also the mouth of rivers,
Smaller ones emptying into
The larger majestic Ohio,
         Affording them glimpses inward
Into the heart of the country.
         Also they rested full well
From the bouts of the overland journey.
         From helping along with wagons,
Or jostled and bruised while within them.
         Easier now the safari,
As toward its end they proceeded,
         Afloat on the Beautiful River,
Its current wafting them onward
         By daylight and moonlight and starlight,
Riding the waves of the river.
         Warm was the weather and pleasant,
During the day, but already
         The nights were hinting of frost,
Preceding the Winter portending.
         Places well covered with earth
On the flatboats of the flotilla
         Served for the building of fires
On which to cook all their victuals,
         And at the same time afforded
Agreeable warmth in the evenings.
         Resplendent the Autumn scene
Stretched out behind and before them,
         Painted in colors intense
Were the trees in their brilliant foliage---
         The Work of the Artist Supreme,
Than Whom no mortal could equal.
                              End of the Trek
A Sabbath day in October,
         The Seventeenth, 1790,
Finally ended the voyage
         At Gallipolis, Ohio---
The name which, interpreted means---
         The City of the French,
Travel, worn, weary, nonchalant;
         Light hearted still, as are Frenchmen,
Up the steep bank they clambered,
         Bearing their flutes and their fiddles.
Now from their dreams they awakened
         At the sight of the vista before them,
Standing awestruck for a time,
         Silent, in contemplation
Of these the homes they had reached,
         So different from what they expected.
But after all they’d endured,
         On sea, land and river, it booted
Them nothing more to complain,
         For any port beat no harbor.
Cabins, eighty, of logs,
         In four rows stretched out in the clearing,
Standing empty and rough,
         But finished, and waiting their coming;
Roofed were they all with clapboards,
         Rived from the oaks in the bottoms,
Straight grained, even in thickness
         From one end quite to the other;
Doors swung on hinges of wood,
         With pegs in the jambs to support them;
Glass was to the windows unknown,
         But paper, translucent, provided
Entrance within of some light, but
         Kept out the wind and the weather;
Chinked were the cracks and daubed
         With clay, excluding the elements.
Chimneys of mud made tile,
         To carry the smoke from their hearthfires;
Huge fireplaces of stone,
         Gaping and hungry for fuel
Stood in the end of each cabin,
         Awaiting a family to gather.
At the four village corners
         Stood blockhouses, havens of refuge.
From savage attacks of the natives
         Who welcomed not the invasion.
But “never say die” was the motto
         That stiffened the lips of the Frenchmen,
For the die was cast, and their courage
         Was steadfast and strong and enduring.
Now they made careful inspection---
         To see just how bad was their bargain,
Reconciled, joking and laughing,
         At the primitive quarters provided,
Contrasting the rough habitations
         With those they had left far behind them,
Knowing they would not recover
         Their cash, nor return to the homeland.
Then they unloaded the baggage
         From the flatboats moored in the river,
And carried into the cabins
         The articles first to be needed,
Cooking utensils and clothing,
         And bedding, along with provisions.
                              The Ball
Soon was the cabin selected
         For the purpose they now contemplated,
Of larger dimensions and suited
         The better for large congregations.
To celebrate fitly and gaily,
         Invited were now all and sundry
To the first semi-weekly Grand Ball,
         And rejected were no invitations.
Unwaxed was the floor for the dancing,
         Nor smooth like the planks of French ballrooms,
For this was a floor made of puncheons,
         Laid closey and adzed with expertness,
While all the others had only
         The floors of the earth that upheld them;
Not effulgent the lights nor surroundings,
         Not tapestried walls, nor impanelled,
But torches and lanterns illumined
         The rude log walls that imbounded.
Soon after the first dinner eaten
         In this, their new home in the forest,
(A meal that was meager and differed
         In much from a banquet delective),
They donned their elegant costumes---
         Imported direct from the makers---
Peruked, pomaded and powdered,
         Perfumed with the scents from gay Paris,
They paid Terpsichorean tribute
         With feet light as the hearts were within them.
The flutes and the fiddles made merry
         With music anew to the forest,
In waltzes of statliest measures,
         Quadrilles, minuets and the others.
Forgotten a while were the hardships
         Attending their tiresome migration,
Put by for the nonce the dejection,
         O’er looked the dire disappointment
That struck like a dagger sharp pointed
         The hopes their enlightenment brought them.
Strange was the sound of the music
         Out through the forests dells wafted,
Borne to the ears of the natives,
         In darkness lurking and distant,
But sweet to the ears of the dancers,
         Inspiring, joyful, life giving,
To those who long were deprived
         Of a pleasure lifelong and ecstatic.
Till late in the night did they revel,
         Nor take undue thot of the morrow,
Of the future that still lay unfathomed
         They worried no whit, so we leave them…
To dance thru the years at their pleasure,
         Keeping step to the flutes and the fiddles.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Introducing the 2017 Passport Challenges

The Gallia County Convention and Visitors Bureau presents the 2017 Passport Challenges! Beginning May 1st, Gallia County residents and visitors will have the opportunity to explore Gallia and win prizes with this fun and free experience! This summer program has participants visit 10 locations. At each location, they must either take a selfie as proof or the location will stamp their special passport.
The Challenges offered this year are the City Passport Challenge and the County Passport Challenge. In the City Passport Challenge, all locations will be in downtown Gallipolis, whereas the County Passport Challenge has locations throughout Gallia County. According to Assistant Director Kaitlynn Halley, “This is our second year doing the Passport Challenge and one huge change is the addition of local businesses. Last year the Challenge was primarily made up of Gallia County attractions though, after receiving a lot of enthusiasm from several local businesses we decided to reach out to them, the response has been fantastic.” There is no age limit for the Challenges making it the perfect summer activity for families and friends.

Another change to the Passport Challenge, are the prizes for completing the Challenges. Like the 2016 Passport Challenge, all who complete the Challenge will receive a drawstring bag, while supplies last, with additional prizes inside. Our drawstring bags were sponsored by Colony Club, French City Academy, and Boardroom 46. Many of these smaller prizes are donated by local businesses such as Ohio Valley Bank, Holzer Health Systems and more. This year participants who complete the challenge will be entered into a monthly drawing for big prizes*, such as Silver Screen Vll gift cards, Colony Club gift certificates, Gallipolis Roller Bounce certificates and more! On May 31st we will be drawing for a Season Family City Pool Pass!

The 2017 Passport Challenge will be open from May 1st to September 5th. The Challenge Passports can be downloaded at www.visitgallia.com or picked up at the Gallia County Convention and Visitors Bureau, 441 Second Avenue, Gallipolis beginning May 1st! For questions, you can contact the GCCVB at 1-800-765-6482 or info@visitgallia.com.

*Big prizes are subject to change!

Friday, April 7, 2017

Gallia County Events April 7th-16th

If you have an event coming up that is open to the public, let us know! Fill out an event form, message us on Facebook or give us a call (740-446-6882).

Events in Gallia County for April 7th-16th

Color Me Happy: Adults Coloring Class
2nd Saturday every month February-October

Bossard Memorial Library
7 Spruce Street
Gallipolis, OH 45631

Enjoy conversation, soothing music, and light refreshments. Coloring sheets and pencils/pens will be provided. Please feel free to bring your own supplies if you would like. This event is free and open to adults ages 18 and up.

French City Writers’ Guild
1st Tuesday and Thursday every month March-May

Bossard Memorial Library
7 Spruce Street
Gallipolis, OH 45631
Are you interested in creative writing?  Do you want to be able to share your ideas and written works?  If so, you are cordially invited to join the French City Writers’ Guild at Bossard Memorial Library. The Writers’ Guild is an open forum writing group that enables you to share your works and meet others who share your passion for writing. Our goal is to provide a comfortable place for people to discuss their written works and receive constructive feedback from the members of the Guild. Creative writing exercises will be conducted at select meetings as well. Two different meetings will be held each month, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. The Tuesday sessions will be for all ages and friendly for a younger audience. Thursday evening sessions will be held for those 18 years of age and older, as works containing more mature content may be shared. Meetings will be held from 6:00 to 7:30 P.M. on their respective nights. Light refreshments will be provided. If you are interested in joining the Guild, please correspond to Randall Fulks at RFulks@bossardlibrary.org or (740) 446-7323 ext. 233 to register for the session(s) you would like to attend.     We hope to see you there!

River Valley High School Spring Musical-Beauty and the Beast
April 7th and 8th
$10 Adults $5 Students

University of Rio Grande Berry and Fine Performing Arts Center
218 N. College Avenue
Rio Grande, OH 45674

Be Our Guest at this year's RVHS Spring Musical!! Tickets are now on sale! For more information please call 740-446-2926

Gallipolis Junior Woman’s Club Spring Fundraiser
Movie with the Easter Bunny
April 8

Silver Screen VII
1284 Jackson Pike
Gallipolis, OH 45631

Tickets can be purchased at the door for $8 a person, gaining entry into one of the 2 showings of “Boss Baby”, 9:00am or 10:00am. Your entry includes a popcorn and small drink and a picture with the Easter Bunny.

2017 Miss Gallipolis In Bloom Pageant
April 8
$35 Entry Fee

Bossard Memorial Library
7 Spruce Street
Gallipolis, OH  45631

Please see that attached form. Deadline to apply is 4:00 pm, Friday, March 31, 2017.
If you are unable to print the attached application, stop into the City Building located at 333 Third Avenue and see Kim Canaday in the Tax Department or call 740-208-6414.

Attire required is Sunday Dress or Party only. No heavy makeup or pageant formal wear. Open to girls 4th Grade through 6th Grade residing in Gallipolis and Gallia County.

$35 Entry Fee Required. Checks made payable to Gallipolis In Bloom must accompany your application. No admission fee to attend the pageant

Hunter Education Class
April 8 from 12:00pm-6:00pm
April 9 from 1:00pm-6:00pm
FREE to the public

Gallia County Gun Club
300 Buck Ridge Road
Bidwell, OH 45614

Both days are mandatory to complete the certification. Youth under 10 yrs old must be accompanied by an adult. Open to all ages. For more information, contact Eric Clary at 740-208-1498

Easter Down on the Farm
April 8

Bob Evans Farm
10854 State Route 588
Rio Grande, OH 45674

Come down on the farm and hunt Easter Eggs and visit the Easter Bunny! For more information, call 800-994-3276

Introduction to Watercolor Painting
April 8
$35 Basic $45 Deluxe

The Artisan Shoppe & Studio
300 Second Avenue
Gallipolis, OH 45631

Introduction to Watercolor Painting Class: Taught by Courtney Richie
No previous experience necessary
Small refreshments will be provided during the 3 hour class. Basic option available until class time first come first served.
Price Options:
Basic $35 - includes use of my paint and brushes and take home the double sided printed page painted during the class.
Deluxe $45 - take home a Winsor & Newton Cotman watercolor paint kit and the double sided printed page painted during class.
Instruction will include:
-Brief overview of watercolor papers, brushes, pigments, and other equipment used.
-Demonstration of various watercolor techniques.
-Step by step, one-on-one walk through of each technique.
-Opportunity to be creative or to "follow the leader" as suits each individual.
-More advanced techniques presented depending on available time and student progress during the class.
-Each page used in class has the same image on each side, providing the opportunity to practice or use different color schemes.

River Valley High School Spring Musical-Beauty and the Beast
April 7th and 8th
$10 Adults $5 Students

University of Rio Grande Berry and Fine Performing Arts Center
218 N. College Avenue
Rio Grande, OH 45674

Be Our Guest at this year's RVHS Spring Musical!! Tickets are now on sale! For more information please call 740-446-2926

Hunter Education Class
April 8 from 12:00pm-6:00pm
April 9 from 1:00pm-6:00pm
FREE to the public

Gallia County Gun Club
300 Buck Ridge Road
Bidwell, OH 45614

Both days are mandatory to complete the certification. Youth under 10 yrs old must be accompanied by an adult. Open to all ages. For more information, contact Eric Clary at 740-208-1498

American Red Cross Blood Drive
April 12
10:00am – 3:30pm

University of Rio Grande
218 N. College Avenue
Rio Grande, OH 45674

Semi-Annual Blood Drive. For more information please contact Marlene Childers at 740-245-7389 or email childers@rio.edu

Transcendental Meditation for Beginners
April 13th
Ages: 15 & up
Price: $10
Deadline to sign up: Wednesday, April 11th

The Artisan Shoppe & Studio
300 Second Avenue
Gallipolis, OH 45631

This class will teach participants the basics of transcendental meditation and a 15 minute guided meditation that they can do at home. Transcendental meditation is a great way to relax, focus, and help relieve stress and anxiety.
Participants should wear comfortable clothing and bring a yoga mat or soft blanket to sit on. We will incorporate a few very basic yoga poses that are suitable for anyone regardless of skill level or age.
You must pay ahead of time to reserve your spots for this class. You can come to The Artisan Shoppe & Studio one of the days that we are open to pay to reserve your spot or we can send an invoice to be paid through your email

French 500 Flea Market
April 14-16
8:00 am – 5:00 pm

Gallia County Fairgrounds
189 Jackson Pike
Gallipolis, OH 45631

This is the first flea market of the year!! Admission and parking are FREE!  Local crafters, vendors and concessions will be there. Something for everyone!

Easter Egg Hunt
April 15
Activities at 10:00 am Hunt at 11:00 am

Gallipolis City Park
300 Block of Second Avenue
Gallipolis, OH 45631

Bring the little ones and enjoy the activities! Divided up by age groups. Activities for the kids and a chance to visit with the Easter Bunny

Cross Stained Glass Class
April 15th
Spots: 6
Price: $60
Ages: 12+

The Artisan Shoppe & Studio
300 Second Avenue
Gallipolis, OH 45631

Taught by Tracy French
Please pay to reserve your spots ahead of time. You can come in the shoppe one of the days we are open to pay or we can email you an invoice that will show you how to pay online. Spots will not be reserved until they are paid for.

Uncork & Create with Barbara Delligatti
April 15
Ages: 10+

French Art Colony
530 First Avenue
Gallipolis, OH 45631

Barbara Delligatti will be hosting another uncork and create event at the French Art Colony. Come join us April 15th from 1-4 pm and paint “Coming Home” Class is open to anyone ages 10 & up. The cost is $35 and includes all supplies and refreshments. (Wine is available for purchase at an additional cost.) Barbara is an award winning, professional watercolor artist and a fabulous instructor. She will walk you through the steps so, even if you have never painted before you will leave with a beautiful piece. Spots are limited and reservations are required. Please call the French Art Colony at 446-3834 to register

A Night of Rolling Laughs
April 15
$8 pre-sale; $10 at the door

Colony Club
518 Second Avenue
Gallipolis, OH 45631

A night of comedy to promote and raise funds for The Silver Bridge Bruisers Roller Derby Team! Join Headliner Jay Snyder and Lori Graves with Special Guest Carla Goldbusch! Carlin Hagerty hosts. Adult Content.

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