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NEWSPAPER CLIPPING FROM 1928

THESE ARE MY GREAT GREAT GRANDPARENTS

THEIR PICTURE IS IN THE PREVIOUS POSTING INT HE HORSE AND BUGGY

West Pierrepont 1928

On September 18, 1878, at Potsdam occurred the marriage of Miss Nettie E. Coon to Adelbert O. Fulton both of Pierrepont, where they have spent their whole married life, now operating their farm assisted by their son, Roy. They have 4 sons and 3 daughters, Adelbert Fulton of Cranberry Lake, Mrs. Cecile Buell of Newton Falls, Robert of Buffalo, Mrs. Lula Caswell, Roy, Inez, and Theodore of Pierrepont. September 18^th being their golden wedding day, proved to be quite an eventful one in the family as their son Robert was united in marriage to Miss Lillian Voekler at Alden New York near Buffalo. As Mrs. Fulton was busy with her daily work several of the relative came in a group to remind them of their fiftieth anniversary. They all carried well filled baskets and soon a sumptuous repast was spread, where all did ample justice. A reception for the new bride and groom was being planned by Mr. & Mrs. Fulton at their home on September 20^th, their children were s also making plans for a Golden Wedding. It came as a complete surprise. The house was very prettily trimmed part in Gold and part in pink and white. A mock wedding was solemnized when Mr. & Mrs. A O Fulton were remarried. Mr. & Mrs. William Brewer acting as best man and bridesmaid. The song “ Put on Your Old Gray Bonnet” was rendered. A recitation by Fulton Caswell was found very enjoyable. They were presented with many pretty gifts, gold pieces and bills. Mr. and Mrs. Robert Fulton were the recipients of many costly and useful gifts, including silverware, Pyrex, linen and furniture. Ice cream and cake were served. All left wishing both couples many returns for the day. Mr. and Mrs. Robert Fulton will be at home Oct 1 at 626 Wyoming St Buffalo.

　

Words to “Put on your old Gray Bonnet”

On the farmhouse veranda,

There sat Silas and Miranda,

Thinking of the days gone by.

Said he "Dearie, don't be weary,

You were always bright and cheery,

But a tear, dear, dims your eye.

Said she "They're tears of gladness,

Silas, they're not tears of sadness,

It is fifty years today since we were wed.

Then the old man's dim eyes brightened,

And his stern old hear, it lightened,

As he turned to her and said:

Chorus:

Put on your old grey bonnet

With the blue ribbon on it,

While I hitch old Dobbin to the shay,

And through the fields of clover,

We'll drive to Dover,

On our golden wedding day.

I was in the same old bonnet,

With the same blue ribbon on it,

In the old shay, by his side,

That he drove her up to Dover,

Through the same old fields of clover

To become his happy bride.

The birds were sweetly singing

And the same old bells were ringing,

As they passed the quaint old church where they wed,

And that night when the stars were gleaming,

The old couple lay a-dreaming,

Dreaming of the words he said:

Chorus:

Put on your old grey bonnet

With the blue ribbon on it,

While I hitch old Dobbin to the shay,

And through the fields of clover,

We'll drive to Dover,

On our golden wedding day.