Austin Sweet Sr.

In these blogs, we have often seen the name of Austin Sweet Sr., father of Richard Morgan Sweet, who married Cora Isabelle Tapscott of Clark County, Illinois. Austin Sr., was a veterinarian and farm owner. Here is a story about Austin and two of his grandchildren, Carrie and Mary (“Merrie”) Lowry as told by Mary in her book, The Merry Cricket.

From The Merry Cricket.

As one of the most sought-after veterinarians in the entire countryside, [Grampa Sweet's] practice often took him to some spot near our farm, always to our delight. However, as he had a large farm of his own to work when not out taking care of sick livestock, he could seldom stay long.

Jauntily climbing down from the half-cart, half-buggy in which he made his professional calls, he greeted us all cheerily and gave mother a warm embrace.

This day grampa was in more of a hurry than usual to get back to his farm. His bull, a huge and vicious animal that he kept on a chain in the barn, had been acting up that morning. He was the only one who could do anything with it.

Reluctant to see him go, we all walked out to the road with him. Then, just as he was about to slap his horse with the reins as a signal for it to start rambling off, he suddenly sat up straight, looked at Carrie and me, rubbed his chin thoughtfully and asked if Carrie and I couldn’t go home with him and stay over. We clamored so eagerly mother smilingly consented.

This was a treat, and to make it still more of a treat, grampa let Carrie take the reins and drive us. In truth, the horse knew the way better than Carrie. But he was an amiable animal. Knowing that grampa must have turned the reins over to one of us girls, and sensing that it might be fun to step lively, he picked up his feet and whisked us home smartly.

There were always things to look forward to at grampa’s. There would be wonderful things to eat which pretty Gramma Sweet would prepare especially to delight us. There were strange books to browse over in grampa’s cluttered little office, treatises on animal husbandry with fascinating pictures of sick cows and spavined horses.

And there would be things which grampa would think up for us to do which were always exciting, as the expedition on which he took us that night after dinner.

“Come girls,” he said, when it was dark, “you can help me, I think. This is a good night for it. There’s been a lot of rain lately and the ponds are swollen. Then he filled his lantern, lit it, found a big corn knife, winked at us conspiratorially, and told us to follow him.

We trotted to keep up with him as he walked briskly to a marshy pond not too far from the house. It was a noisy night: the frogs were making such a din we could hardly hear ourselves think. When grampa reached the spot where their croaking was loudest and most distinct he held his lantern down close to the edge of the pond, flicked his knife back and forth and picked up one fat bullfrog after the other, dropping them into our bags. The light blinded them, he explained, and made it easy to stun them with the flat of the blade.

Since it didn’t take long to bag all we could carry, we got back to the house in time for him to cut off the hind legs of the biggest and fattest frogs to gramma to skin and wash them before we went to bed.

A heaping plate full of these was given us the next morning for breakfast. Fried in fresh-churned butter, they were the most deliciously-flavored, finely-textured, white meat anyone had ever tasted.

The Merry Cricket

Mary Elizabeth Lowry and her six sisters.
(Thanks to Linda Grinnell.)

In our last post, we met Eliza Ann Sweet and Jackson Lowry of Clark County, Illinois, and heard mention of their granddaughter Mary Elizabeth Lowry, who compared her grandmother to a “rip-snorting dragon.”

Mary Elizabeth Lowry was born 6 Aug 1888 in Clark County, Illinois, to first cousins Mahala Elizabeth Sweet and Lewis Taylor Lowry, one of thirteen children, three of whom died very young. Mary became a teacher, got married (to Soren Peter Johansen, a native of Denmark), and migrated from Martinsville to Los Angeles with her husband and their two children, Dane and Karen. In California she began teaching again and was able to get a B.S. in Education from the University of Southern California. She taught for 33 years in Los Angeles city schools and won a number of awards for her public service.

It was after she retired from teaching that Mary accomplished the deed that earns her a well-deserved spot in this post. She wrote a book, a wonderful book, The Merry Cricket (the nickname given her by her parents). which describes her childhood in Clark County, Illinois. She wrote about her brother Ellsworth (whom she adored), her six sisters, her parents, her grandparents Austin and Mary Ellen Sweet, her uncle Morgan Sweet (who married Cora Isabelle Tapscott), her aunt Rachel Lowry, and, of course, her grandmother Eliza Ann Sweet. And she tells about the collection of neighbors — some funny, some weird, some a little scary — who lived around Possum Ridge, many of whom attended Sour Oak Church. And she gives a rich description of backwoods life in Clark County. From the jacket of the book,

Through her many happy memories Mary Johansen takes us back into the forever lost world of the one-room school, the rare outings to market town, home hymn singing, joyous reunions with cherished grandparents, the hazards of exploring a still untamed countryside, and the thousands and one farming and farmhouse crafts from pig-killing to jam-making known then to any self-reliant farmer and his wife before our age of trucks, refrigeration, supermarkets, and door-to-door service.

Mary’s book is a door to the world of the Lowrys, Sweets, Wrights, Mallorys, and Tapscotts who inhabited Martinsville, Auburn, and Anderson townships at the turn of the century — the last century!

The Merry Cricket, by Mary Lowry Johansen, was published by Carlton Press, New York, in 1967. My copy of the book, a gift many years ago from my cousin Dolores (Tingley) Berbaum, is signed by the author with a handwritten dedication to her children Dane and Karen. I have tried, without success, to find another copy. It appears in no library holdings, no used book inventories, and no on-line bibliographies. My copy, perhaps the only one still extant, will someday go to a library, where it will be available to all.

Mary Elizabeth Lowry Johansen, passed away 4 Jan 1981 in Orange County, California.

All genealogical data reported in these posts are from primary and/or reputable secondary sources, or reliable transcriptions thereof, and never from unsourced online trees. Contact the author to request sources, which have been omitted here to improve readability.