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Merrill family photos

The Merrill family

Lot and Issie (Hunter) Merrill

Phillips, Price County, Wisconsin

Camp Merrill	A successful hunt	Deer	The Kitchen
Schoolhouse	The schoolhouse	School House	Camp Merrill School House
School House	Kitchen table	Two Deer	Camp Merrill
Running the rapids	Fishing party	Camp Merrill	Camp Merrill Bridge
Camp Merrill Bridge	Concert	Isoline, with Deerie	muskellunge
Split Rock Lighthouse	log jam on the Flambeau River	Fred Merrill	Merrill's
A good catch	Lot M. Merrill	Timber Wolf	New York
Mackinaw Trout	Shooting the rapids	Porters Camp	Fred and patsy
Fred-fishing.jpg	Nathaniel Merrill	Merrill Cousins.jpg	Merrill Home in Caribou Maine.jpg
Merrill Family Pic	Wildcats	Fred and Isoline	Leda Merrill
Charlie and Fred	Camp Merrill	Christmas.jpg	Fred at Camp Merrill
Isoline and Leda	Fred with Muskie	Isoline and Fred	Celia
Performance	Muskie	Isoline	Fred-15.jpg
Fred	Northwest	bounty.jpg	Fred--trap.jpg
pelt.jpg	Merrill family	Isoline Hunter	Lot A. Merrill
Fred Hunter	Charlie Collins	Ida Merrill Collins	Kinzua-Merrill-3.jpg
Leda Wayne Merrill	Issie-11.jpg	Issie-9.jpg	Issie10.jpg
Issie12.jpg	unidentified.jpg

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Mike Everson		02-Oct-2009 19:18
This was very interesting and greatly appreciated. I was born in a cabin about 3 miles from Camp Merrill in 1930 and attended Camp Merrill School in 1934 and 1935. I remember that we had to pick up our mail at the Camp Merrill Bridge since that was as far as he mailman delivered. My Grandfather Hans Everson did logging in the area and had a sugar bush where they made maple syrup every spring. My Mother boarded loggers.

Fred		17-Apr-2009 11:27
It was most enjoyable to look at your family pictures from "back then"... I'm trying to do something similar with old pics I have from my grandfather's old albums... pictures dating back to the 1860's.... Thanks for sharing your photos...

Daniel Keefe		07-Oct-2007 02:25
THE MERRILL FAMILY FAMILY OF LOT AND ISSIE (HUNTER) MERRILL (By. - Isoline A. Merrill) My father's name was Isaac Hunter, and he died when I was two weeks old. My mother died on my ninth birthday, age thirty-eight. I had a brother, Frederick A. Hunter. I went to live with a brother of my mother, whose name was Horace Jones, who kept a hotel in Bradford, and later removed to the oil fields, nine miles from Eldred, Pa. Here I met Lot M. Merrill and we were married later in the home of his sister, Mrs. C. P. Collins. On my next birthday, March 8th, our first boy (Lot Augustus) came to us. The next fall we moved to Kinzua Pa., where many happy years were spent on a twenty-five acre farm, covered with oil wells. In the happy little home, among the apple trees, five of our lovely children came to gladden our hearts; Leslie, Allan, Leda, Luther and Charles. While here I was terribly burned by an explosion of gas and the scars remain on my face and hands to this day. We next removed to another oil field, six miles from New Cumberland, West Virginia, a very hilly country, and two more sons were born; Fred and Atwood. It was here that Luther, the third son, then five years old, had a fearful accident A horse ran over him and I picked him up for dead. We got a doctor soon as possible, and for two days he lay unconscious, but recovered in time without any serious results. Shortly after this, Leslie fell from a hickory-nut tree and broke his arm, and he-also was unconscious for two days. In the fall of 1900 we bought the old Price farm, twelve miles from Phillips, Wisconsin, and lived there for seventeen years.Lot's idea was to stock the farm with sheep, but he was taken ill and unable to do so. It was about this time that calamities seemed to deepen, for Charlie had his foot cut off by a mowing machine. I saw the man bringing the crying boy and instinctively I felt what had happened, and I tore my apron in strips as I ran to meet them, and bound it quickly above the cut, around the leg, and stopped the flow of blood. Leslie, only ten years old, was sent on horseback to bring the Doctor who was twelve miles away, and was back with him in two hours. Then the Doctor said, "Mrs. Merrill, there is not one chance in a hundred to save this foot." And I said, "Give him that chance-" And he did so, fishing for all the severed little cords and tying them. A neighbor gave the ether and a neighbor woman and I helped him, each taking turns as the other grew faint and had to go to the door. And all the time the sick father looked on and could give no aid. It was the good care and skill of this doctor that saved the foot, for he had him moved to Phillips, where he could care for the foot daily, and it came out strong and supple. (It was only the scar that prevented Charlie from going across after the Huns when he enlisted.) Soon after this, Lot went to a hospital for an operation, and as I could not leave the home and the little ones. His sister Ida, came to be with him for a time. Later, however, I hired a woman to care for the children and went to stay with him at the hospital for two weeks, after which I brought him home. He only lived until the following January. There was no time to sit down and weep. There were eight children, the oldest only fifteen, no life insurance on account of a weak heart, a mortgage on the property, and taxes and late rent money to be met. For the first few years, while the children were small, no man ever worked harder at farming than I did. It was up with the sun and worked while the children slept. We got along with but little help. I made butter and sold it, and as the older boys grow up they began to hunt and fish and guide. We were near good hunting, fishing and trapping grounds on the beautiful Flambeau river, with beaver, otter mink, muskrat, skunk, white weasel, also coyotes in abundance. The boys trapped many wild cats, for which they received a bounty of six dollars each, one-half from the state and the other half from the county. There was also a bounty of twenty dollars on wolves. I have many pretty rugs made from the skins of those animals, also mounted antlers from the deer the boys killed and a mounted black bear skin of which they got several. We had a wonderful pet deer, and when we sold the farm I had it shipped by the state to the park at Beaver Dam, Wisconsin, so that it would not be shot by the hunters. After the boys were old enough to act as guides for the hunters, we commenced taking summer tourists to board and getting up dinners for parties from town, who came for the fishing and hunting. We had our own fresh vegetables, berries and cream, venison and fish, and this gave us a good business from May until the last of November. At times we had forty or fifty guests; but we had good health and able to get along with but little hired help. And for three winters we boarded logging crews of thirty or forty men. This meant hard work all the year around, but we were trying to help the two older boys to have what they could earn to pay for a correspondence course, and were all willing to do our best. Later, Leslie took a three years, course in a machine shop in Corliss, Wisconsin, where he married Miss Edith Burns of that town, June 6th. 1913. They have two children: Rodney Burns, born March 20th. 1914S. Raymond Leslie, Jr. born Sept. 12, 1919. At this time, Leslie is superintendent of a machine shop it Chicago. Allan took this training course, and was working in Racine when he signed up for the World War as a machinist early in the spring of 1918. In July he entered the service of the United States and was sent, to a receiving camp in Indiana for a few weeks and then to Pittsburgh for two months' training at Carnegia Institute. From there he was sent to Camp Greenleaf, Georgia, and placed in a medical division for overseas and was ready to start when the armistice was signed. His company was then sent to the U.S. General Hospital, Bunker Hill, Boston, where he was transferred to a department to fit and make steel and wooden braces for our wounded soldiers. Gus went to Detroit in 1910, where he took a machinist training course with the Cadillac Motor Car Co., He is at present with the Packard Motor Company, having spent over ten years in their experimental department. Two other sons, Fred and Atwood, took a business course at a college in Grand Rapids, Michigan, and Fred was just completing a course in civil service when July 30th. 1918, they were both sent to the Signal Corps service at Columbus, Ohio, and then to Fort Wood, N.Y., Statue of Liberty Island (Bedloes Island), and selected for duty in the General Supply Depot. This was only fifteen minutes' ride from New York City, and the boys had a fine opportunity to see all the big transports going and coming, and once Fred wrote, "I am afraid the only way for us to get over will be to hitch a row boat on behind one of them. They saw the "Fleet Review", the battleship testings, and the "George Washington" as it started on its first trip with President Wilson to take part in the great Peace Treaty between the Nations of the World. On February 26th they were discharged from the service and went back to their work in the shops at Racine.

Guest		03-Oct-2007 15:15
omg my last name is victoria merrill.

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