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Illuminating James Hannan and Lucretia Packard Hannan

October 5, 2015

On June 16, 2015, Illuminated History held its fourth annual cemetery tour in which fifteen actors portrayed eternal residents of three historic Perinton, New York, burying grounds: Egypt Cemetery, Schummers Cemetery and Perinton Center Cemetery.  The tour, which was sponsored by the Perinton Historical Society, took place at the Fairport Historical Museum.

In this Illuminated History series, the scripts are based on in depth historical research, although some creative license may have been taken.

The next people to be highlighted from this tour are James Hannan (1784-1871) and his wife, Lucretia Packard Hannan (1789-1870) of Perinton Center Cemetery, who were portrayed by Bob and Cindy Hunt:

[LUCRETIA]: Well, you’ve already heard from my father this evening. That Cyrus Packard sure can tell a tale! He’s one character I know you’ll not forget. I’m Lucretia Packard Hannan, daughter of Cyrus. Growing up in his tavern taught me a thing or two. By an early age, I was helping him run the tavern, keeping his books and making sure everything was spelled correctly.

[JAMES]: You were the champion speller of our time, my dear! In our day, it was a common social event to have spelling bees. My beautiful bride, Lucretia, was the best of the best. It is not surprising to learn that she was also the very first schoolmistress in Perinton and taught at Center schoolhouse District #3. I’m James Hannan, by the way. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

[LUCRETIA]: James, I’ve been thinking. Our time here this evening is short, and the folks have already heard about the Packard family. Shall we share some of the Hannan history? After all, we’ve been here a very long time and much has happened in the 205 years since you first came to Perinton.

[JAMES]: That’s a mighty fine idea. I would like to tell these good people how we arrived at this destination. You see, Lovejoy Cady and I were neighbors back in Montgomery County. In fact, you’ll meet Lovejoy’s sister, Irena, later this evening. Well, Lovejoy and I came to this area about 1810. We purchased Lot #46 together. Lovejoy took the north section, and I took the south. There was a road of sorts that ran through the property so we could visit. In those days, you could go weeks without seeing another living soul, so it was nice to know someone else was around. We helped each other clear the land and build our log cabins. Our family lived in that log cabin until 1838, when we had prospered enough to build a frame house. [point to photo of house on screen]. Five generations of Hannans lived on that land in the 150 years it remained in the family. The homestead was razed in the 1970s to make way for the Perinton Square Mall. That is progress, I suppose, but it tore out a piece of my heart when I learned about it.

[LUCRETIA]: You did love that land, James. It’s not at all surprising, since so much of your sweat and toil went

Bob and Cindy Hunt as James Hannan and Lucretia Packard Hannan

Bob and Cindy Hunt as James Hannan and Lucretia Packard Hannan

into it. I was quite pleased that our corner of the world, which was originally called Antioch, later became known as Hannan’s Corners. Have you seen the blue historic marker mentioning the Hannans? It says “Hannan Homestead. Occupied since 1810 by Hannan family. James Hannan, pioneer and 1812 soldier; son and grandson Perinton Supervisors.” The marker is located on the Pittsford-Palmyra Road near the eating establishment known as Denny’s, and was erected in 1962. Oh, James, don’t forget to tell them the offices you’ve held through the years!

[JAMES]: Yes, dear. I was fortunate to hold public office from nearly the first year I arrived here. Let’s see. I was elected path master and appointed fence viewer in 1812. That was the same year I married you, Lucretia. Come to think of it, that was when the War of 1812 began. I served with the New York State Militia as a Minuteman during that time, and it was exciting to know that I was making a difference upholding the liberties of the American people. At one point I even captured 12 British!

[LUCRETIA]: James was an accomplished woodsman as well, a skill that came in handy for all the hard work that needed to be done in those early days. I am proud to say my husband was known far and wide for his work ethic and for the speed with which he could accomplish the tasks at hand. While James was busy clearing our land and making a home for us, I was caring for our youngsters. We had 10 children together, and a strong marriage. It would have been impossible to have gotten through the difficulties of those pioneer years without a reliable helpmate.

[JAMES]: While you are touting my accomplishments, dear wife, may I extol your virtues? My Lucretia was an extraordinary horsewoman, and once broke a colt that had already thrown off one of the young Ramsdell men. She was also an accomplished spinner, weaver and cook. Lucretia kept a tidy and happy house, one in which I was content to come home to each evening after a long day’s work. 203 years of marriage, and we are still as happy as when we were first wed!

[LUCRETIA]: Oh, James. You may be as much of a character as my father, Cyrus Packard! Anyway, though we did have a loving household, it was not without its share of heartache. Of our 10 children, three died in childhood and we lost four as young adults.

[JAMES]: Those were dark days, but my wife and I relied on each other and were pleased to see our surviving children become hard-working and well-respected individuals. Our son, Jesse, served two terms as Perinton Town Supervisor. His son, also Jesse, served as Supervisor years later.

[LUCRETIA]: We are so proud of our descendants, and of the fact that many of them stayed in this area, our beloved home. Look around – there may be a Hannan sitting beside you this evening!

Script by Vicki Masters Profitt

(c) 2015 Vicki Profitt’s Illuminated History

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Illuminating Frank Bown

December 20, 2014

On June 17, 2014, Illuminated History held its third annual cemetery tour in which twelve actors portrayed residents of the burying ground.  The tour, which was sponsored by the Perinton Historical Society, took place at the Fairport Historical Museum due to inclement weather.  Greenvale Rural Cemetery in the village of Fairport, New York, was the focus of the tour.

In this Illuminated History series, each of the scripts of Greenvale’s featured eternal residents will be posted until all twelve have been illuminated.  Although the scripts are based on in depth historical research, some creative license may have been taken.

The fourth Greenvale resident to be featured is Frank Bown.

If any of you lived in Fairport before 1970, you might remember the Bown block, a three-story brick building where the library and Village Landing are now. I’m Frank Bown, and that building was built by my father, George. He ran a carriage factory and blacksmith shop there for many years, and later we sold bicycles and automobiles there. But that was many years ago.

My father George was born in Canada, and came to Penfield when he was twenty-five to learn blacksmithing from his uncle. He moved to Walworth and ran a blacksmith shop there, and met my mother, Mary Jane Foreman. They had nine children, including me. I was the oldest, born in 1857. When I was 4, we moved to Fairport, into a house on South Main Street near the four corners. My father opened his carriage factory, and at first he worked alone. But as it grew, he built several outbuildings, including areas for construction, painting, a sales room, and an office, and eventually employed 14 people, including wood workers, iron workers, and painters. His carriages were known for their strength, durability, and elegance of finish. His carriages were shipped to Pennsylvania, Ohio, Michigan, and other states for both personal and business use. He built lumber wagons, delivery wagons, 3-spring wagons, and both top- and open buggies. His carriages won top prizes at fairs and competitions.

Frank Bown, courtesy of the Perinton Historical Society.

Frank Bown, courtesy of the Perinton Historical Society.

In December of 1887, George faced his most serious setback. Most of his enterprise, including our home, was destroyed in a fire. The newly-formed Deland Hose Company was able to save several small portions of the property, but we were devastated to see all those years of work laying a pile of ashes. In 1888, my father bought land closer to the canal from C.J. DeLand, and built the building that would bear his name: the Bown block. He rebuilt his home on the original site, but moved the carriage factory to the new location right by the canal. We had a blacksmith shop, where I worked, a sales room for bicycles, and a carriage shop for carriages and wagons.

The new building housed many other businesses and shops in addition to our own, including a drug store and the library. The Post Office was relocated into the building from West Avenue, and my father served as Postmaster for several years. My father served the village in other ways, as well, including as village trustee, overseer of poor, and school board member. He and my mother were very active in the Raymond Baptist Church. He died in 1904, and my mother followed a few years later.

When my father arrived in Perinton in 1862, my wife Ella Ellsworth’s family had already been here for almost 30 years. Her grandparents, William Ellsworth and Irena Cady, were from two of Perinton’s earliest pioneer families. William and Irena bought a farm on the corner of Turk Hill and Ayrault, where they were very successful farmers. In fact, it is a sheep farm today and is still in the Ellsworth family. Ella’s grandfather ran one of Perinton’s first banks, loaning money to his neighbors at reasonable rates, and keeping people’s important documents, like deeds, in a safe at his house. Her grandmother, Irena, ran a school across from their house, and she was a skilled draftsman, renowned for drawing up plans for mills. She was also a land surveyor, and was a fine shot with a cross-bow, to boot!

Ella and I were married on New Year’s Day in 1880 when I was 22. Ella was very active in our church, the the Raymond Baptist church, and chaired the fund-raising committee for many years. We loved to entertain, and she hosted many special events in our home for our friends and for the church. She also helped me recover from emergency surgery in 1915 when I had appendicitis.

Bown Block in Fairport, New York.  Courtesy of the Perinton Historical Society.

Bown Block in Fairport, New York. Courtesy of the Perinton Historical Society.

After my father’s death, my brothers and I continued the carriage and bicycle business, but in the nineteen-teens, we also began to sell automobiles. We sold Maxwells, Chalmers, Chryslers, and Chevrolets to the likes of Levi Deland, Martha Brown, and Will O. Greene, the newspaper man, and also provided a fully-equipped garage for servicing of vehicles. Cars needed more attention than wagons or horses, that is for sure! Business was booming in the 1920s. But we had two more fires, in 1920 and again in 1925. Having a blacksmith shop and garage was a recipe for danger, and in the second fire, our entire structure was destroyed, along with several cars that were on the property awaiting repairs. Luckily for us, this time around we had insurance to help rebuild, unlike my poor father. And when we rebuilt in 1926, we said goodbye to the blacksmith shop for good. There had been a smithy on site for almost 60 years, but with the advent of the automobile, there was so little need of it that we decided to forgo that part of the business.

In 1936, Ella and I celebrated 56 years of marriage! It was a special occasion, with our friends joining in to wish us well. In the fall of that year, I passed on at age 78. Ella died 3 years later. We loved our town, and served it well over the years, both the Ellsworths and the Bowns. The next time you drive by Village Landing, think of my father George and me, working over the anvil and producing the finest carriages and wagons available to keep Fairport moving in style.

Script by Suzanne Lee

(c) 2014 Vicki Profitt’s Illuminated History


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