I distinctly remember November 11,1918. I had gotten out of school (Bell School) at the usual time, in the afternoon, but instead of going home which was about a mile south, I went about a half mile north to where some people were digging potatoes with a horse drawn potato digger. That thing intrigued me and also got me in trouble for not going straight home as I should have. All of this time I could hear whistles blowing in Marcellus and in Lawton, both of which were six miles away. No one seemed to know why the whistles were being blown and it wasn’t until sometime the next day that we found out that the War was over. Keep in mind that there was no radio or TV at that time, only a few telephones in the rural areas and only weekly newspapers in many places.