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I was to Mrs. Maggie (Laughter)
Baumberger who is 91 years old. She has spent most of
her life in and around Saluda. She told me she worked,
when a girl, at Momosa sanatorium near Lynn, for a Dr.
McAboy. She later went to Asheville to work for J. P.
Sawyers. She said she was the first person to put linen in
the old Battery Park Hotel. The hotel was built by Frank
Coxe. She thought he came from Polk County. I asked her
how she met Mr. Baumberger. She said he was a cook at
the hotel. Mr. Baumberger came to New York from Switzerland
and saw an ad in the paper wanting a cook, so he
came to Asheville and got a job as cook at the Battery Park
Hotel. Miss Laughter was working in the linen room. She
noticed he kept looking at her from time to time. One day
he wrote her a note. She did not answer it for sometime.
After she answered it they went around together for about
a year and then married. They went to Hot Springs on
their honeymoon. At that time she was working for $10.00
a month plus room and board.
They were married in May 1887 and came to Saluda in
October of that year, and went to Rutherfordton to see Bill
Justice from whom they bought some speculation land and
built a two-room house near where Mrs. Baumberger now
lives with a daughter, Miss Kitty Baumberger.
Julius Baumberger went to Switzerland once or twice
to see his people, but died here in 1906.
We hear a lot about the century old fire of Uncle Bill
Morris who lived on Holbert Cove road. I have been to Uncle
Bill's house several times. He always kept his fiddle on
the bed by the side of the old fire place, and would play
a few tunes every time I was there. He had a good bass
voice and could take a song book and play by note. He also
played the old mountain music. And about his fire, my
children used to think he kept a little blaze in the fire
place all the time, but when he would go to Saluda or anywhere
to be gone all day, he would bank his fire - that is he
would rake all the live coals and chunks of wood in the
middle of them and cover them up with ashes. When he
came back he would uncover the coals, lay a little kindling
on the coals and take the turkey wing and fan it just a
little. He would have a fire in a few minutes. Uncle Bill
was not as good a housekeeper as some women but he
had everything handy. His pots and pans were in the
corner; hooks and turkey wing fan hung from a nail. Don't
guess he ever had a match. He would light his lamp with
I remember at home my father would lay a big stick
of wood on the fire in the morning and say it would be
good to hold fire tonight; and by night it would be burned
into big chunks. Father would cover the chunks with ashes
and the next morning he would rake the ashes off and
mother would say “I will cook breakfast by the fire with
such good coals.”
Old Mountain Page Church was built on the old road
leading to the Greenville Highway about 1 mile from
Saluda. It burned down and the members voted to build
a church where the present church is located, about one
mile on towards the Greenville Highway. It is about 2
miles from Saluda. Uncle Buddie Pace told me there was
a man by the name of Page who lived in that section then.
He must have been a leader. That's how it got its name -
Uncle Buddie is 84 years old. He said they first built a
log church at the new Mt. Page. Then built a larger one.
They also used this one for a school house. It burned down.
They built another one in the same place. Some of the
preachers that Uncle Buddy remembered were Jimmie
Blye, Alex Bowers, Singleton, Rumyon, Springfield, J. L.
Brookshire, A. T. Howard, Arnold Edney, Mr. Blythe and
Mr. Allen. The present preacher is Bedingfield of Tuxedo,
N. C. They have a nice rock church which was built a few
years ago on the pay as you go plan. They do not owe anything
on the church and have recently landscaped the
grounds - made it one of the nicest churches in the country.
There are a lot of good people buried there; and they
have a "homecoming" once a year, the second Sunday in
August. Adger M. Pace comes every year from Lawrenceburg,
Tenn. - said he would come every year as long as
he lived and could get there. He does not look any older
than he did 42 years ago when he first came to this section
from South Georgia, and taught a singing school at Mt.
Page. He is kin to the Paces, Wards, and Thompsons, and
most everybody when dinner time comes.