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- 20200820HAv- Edited, pasted from Fisk Notes:
from Fisk family genealogy, by Lois A Case, Roger Fiske, ed by Carl J Case PhD of Allegany,NY- Fisk
Ivan Lester Fiske:(B) 5/22/1887 Richburg, NY
(D) 7/17/1971 of massive heart attack while playing shuffleboard in backyard of home in Rochester, NY
(I) John Lyman Cemetery, Roulette, PA
Son of Byron E. and Sarah A. (Barber) Fisk of Richburg, NY
Graduated Richburg High School June 1910, graduated Alfred University Sept 1910-June 1914, worked on campus Summer 1914, started teaching boy’s hygiene and gym at Alfred University Sept 1914, at close of WWI took brief Army training at Plattsburg NY June 1918, regular 2nd lieutenant at Camp Bluefields Blauvelt NY July 4 1918, moved to Bristol TN taught mathematics and military training at King’s College Sept 1918, moved to Bradford PA stayed in Roulette PA for summer 1921, taught mathematics at Bradford High School and rented house on Welch Avenue Sept 1921, built house at 14 Fiske Avenue in 1925, became principal of Bradford Junior High and took graduate courses at Pennsylvania State College and University of Rochester Sept 1925, retired and had house built at 98 El Rancho Drive in Rochester June 1952.
Wed: 8/29/1916 in Roulette, PA
Florence Gertrude Lyman: (B) 1892 Roulette, PA
(D) 1982 at Rochester, NY
(I) John Lyman Cemetery, Roulette, PA
Daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John Lyman of Roulette, PA
Children: (3)
1. Robert Kenneth Fiske:(B) 10/14/1918 at King’s College apartment, Bristol, TN
He is a teacher
Wed: Gail, a school nurse
Children: (4)
Helen Marie Fiske:(B) 8/9/1921 Memorial Hospital,
Coudersport, PA
4
Gordon Lyman Fiske:(B) 1/19/1923 at Welch Ave, Bradford PA
Wed: Anita
Children: (3)
Ivan Fiske wrote:
When on the farm, up the West Notch a mile or so, I had assigned chores. Bringing water for the house, feeding hens, gathering eggs, milking, help cutting wood for the stove, helped plant corn and potatoes, pitched hay and drove the team on a hay fork. In the fall, dug potatoes, picked corn and thrashed beans with a flail, one short stick tied to a longer stick (handle) with a leather cord.
Several summers before leaving for college, I lived at home but worked out. Two summers I worked for a contractor (Mr. Singer) mostly building cement walks for the village of Richburg. All cement was mixed and handled by short handled shovel. The first week I felt like giving up. Worked beside a mature man (Mr. Spears) who had spend several years grading railroad ties, etc. He could handle a shovel. I doubt if there were long handled shovels at this time. By two weeks I could shovel either right or left. Ten hours was a days work and often we worked twelve to finish the job. No overtime pay.
Another summer I worked for a farmer on the East Branch, North of Richburg. He was down right tight. He would say to me, “Now while we rest for a moment we will go over and cut a few blocks of firewood.” I know he bought brown sugar and mixed it with maple sugar, selling it at maple syrup prices, for maple syrup.
One summer I worked for Mr. Daugherty, an oil man of Bolivar. I believe a father (priest) had an interest in the lease. Father came several times while I was working, breath smelled rather strong of his morning drink. This was heavy work. Digging forms in the earth. Breaking stones for cement. These large cement foundations were for engine blocks and power wheels used in the oil business. All cement mixing, etc., by hand shovel. They paid me well.
Another summer I worked on a farm at Myrtle, below Little Genesee, NY. Lived with a farmer, his name, Paris Green. He was Laura Fisk Hasard’s grandfather. A good man but awful poor in worldly goods. Worked for Mr. Kriley away upon a hill west of Richburg. He had a large farm, also oil producer. I used my bicycle to and from work. Walked the bicycle half way up to work so I could ride it back at night.
Before starting home, I would go over all the nuts and tires. Away I went. Seldom did I meet anyone. Had road all to myself. Some of the pumpers along the road said I rode too fast. But I was cocky and sure of myself. Near the bottom of the hill was a wooden bridge 10 or 15 foot. I know there were times I never touched that bridge.
Then I pasted and trimmed wallpaper for my father. He paid me well. So well that I missed a year of High School to work with him. He did not approve for he wanted me to get an education. All one summer we worked papering and painting the interior of the Newton House in Bolivar. Went back home only weekends. We lived well that summer at the Newton House. We ate in the dining room and the waitresses seemed to enjoy having me eat. Often I had two or three pieces of pie, etc.
The summer before I was married I painted houses in Hebron, PA. Remember one house owned by Mr. Ball. There is where I picked up a nail in my foot. Bothered me for several weeks. While my parents lived at Hebron I made several cross country trips to Roulette, PA. Over the hills and farm lands by the way of Crandall Hill. By walking up hill and running down it did not take long to cover 10 or 15 miles.
One summer while we were home from Bristol, TN, I worked for Father Lyman on the farm, but mostly with Elden Barr on the Roulette water lines and installing plumbing here and there.
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