Mental Illness in the Family, Part I

Too often hushed, mental illness takes its toll on families. Ours was one. My grandfather’s brother, Daniel Clark Troutman, suffered from mental illness. At about age 48, he started “periods of manic rage” such as his mother had exhibited, though more severe than hers.[1] He spent most of the last thirteen years of his life in a mental institution.[2] That’s probably part of the reason my father never talked about him; maybe Dad never even met him. By 1936 when Dad first came to Virginia, his Uncle Dan was hospitalized.[3]

The early and middle years of Dan’s life seem to have been pleasant enough. On 27 September 1882, Dan’s birth expanded the Daniel A. and America (Pratt) Troutman household to four living children.[4] After the losses of Clifton, and Mary Ellen, in 1879 and Bessie in 1880, the arrival of additional children may have been a comfort. Dan’s three living siblings were Laura Estelle “Stelle,” age 12, and John W. “Bud,” age ten, and James or “Jim,” age two. Dan grew to be the tallest of the 

Troutman brothers, though his exact height is uncertain; he had dark brown hair and blue eyes.[5] Like most of the Troutman children, he probably never finished high school.[6]

Dan C. Troutman at about age 20.

Like his father and brothers, Dan became a farmer.[7] At the age of 24, he married Carrie Cosby Sexton, 2 September 1906. Carrie, born 19 July 1880 was a daughter of Thomas Sexton and Fannie (Cosby) Sexton.[8]  

Carrie was captivated by handsome Dan who loved to sing and play a banjo. His musical abilities included directing the choir at the Presbyterian Church where they later lived in Glade Spring.[9] A baby daughter was born to Carrie and Dan on 27 September 1907, a little more than a year after their marriage. They named her Warrington Catlett,[10] a strange name for a small girl. She was their only known birth child.  

Dan and Carrie Troutman and daughter Warrington, c. 1918.

 

The marriage may have had its challenges, for in 1910, Dan and Carrie seem to have been living apart. Both are recorded in the census in the homes of their respective parents.[11] Or perhaps the day the census taker rode by on his horse, Dan just happened to be home helping his aging father with his farm work, and Carrie had taken Warrington to visit the baby's maternal grandparents. 

By 1920,[12] Dan and Carrie had bought a place at Glade Spring, where they also lived in 1930. [13]

Dan C. Troutman home, Glade Spring, VA, c. 1925.

Meanwhile, Warrington wanted a sister. She had been begging her parents for a baby sister, which they could not provide, so they decided to adopt. During a visit to a nearby orphanage, they fell in love with an eighteen-month-old blonde, blue-eyed little charmer named Lois Marie Bethel whose parents, Walter and Elsie Bethel, had both died within a year of her birth.[14] Despite having several older siblings and aunts and uncles, Lois and her brother and sister were placed in an orphanage and taken into separate foster homes.[15] Lois was all that Warrington, Carrie, and Daniel wanted. They doted on her.

Dan C. Troutman family: Warrington, Carrie, Dan, and Lois, c. 1928.

Dan C. Troutman and daughters, Warrington and Lois, c. 1932.

Although Lois' maternal aunts objected to her being fully adopted, Lois felt loved and cherished by the Troutmans as much as any biological child.[16] She also learned to love her Grandma “Merkie,” Dan’s mother America, who lived in his home during her last years. Shortly after his mother’s death in 1929,[17]Dan started shutting himself into his room for weeks at time.

Dan C. Troutman on his front porch, Glade Spring, Va., c. 1932.

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[1] Lois Faris, Glade Spring, Virginia, to Zola Noble, 15 August 2008, letter, information on life as a foster daughter in the Dan C. Troutman home; Lois Faris file, Troutman family; privately held, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana.

[2]1940 U. S. census, Marion, Smyth County, Virginia, population schedule, Southwest Virginia Hospital (Insane), enumeration district 87-4, sheet 12A, visit no. 904, Sam [Dan] C. Trautman; digital image Ancestry.com (http://ancestry.com ; accessed 9 September 2015); NARA microfilm publication T-627, roll 4295. Census states that this was also his place of residence in 1935; his death certificate states that he died in the state hospital in 1948; therefore, he was there for thirteen years, at least. Virginia, Death Records, 1912-2013, digital image Ancestry.com (http://ancestry.com ; accessed 9 September 2015).

[3] 1940 U. S. census, Marion, Smyth Co., Va., Southwest Virginia Hospital (Insane), pop. sch., ED 87-4, sheet 12-A, no. 904, Sam C. Trautman [Dan C. Troutman]. Census notes that he lived in the “same house” in 1935.

[4] “U. S. World War I Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918,” images Ancestry.com (http://www. Ancestry.com : accessed 9 September 2015), card for Daniel Clark Troutman, serial number 3142, Local Draft Board, Washington County, Virginia.

[5] Ibid. This draft card states that Dan is “Tall”; draft cards for his brothers, Clint, Lee Roy, and James, state either medium height (Clint and Lee Roy) or short (James). The oldest brother John W. Troutman never lived long enough to have his height recorded on a draft card, so it is unknown.

[6] His level of education recorded in the 1940 census cited above, instead of a number for grades completed, states “fair”; the meaning of that is unclear.

[7] For occupation, see 1940 U. S. census, Marion, Smyth Co., Va., pop. sched., Southwest Virginia Hospital (Insane), ED 87-4, sheet 12A, no. 904, Sam [Dan] C. Trautman. Also, 1920 U. S. census, Glade Spring, Washington Co., Va., population schedule, enumeration district (ED) 147, p. 5-A, dwelling 106, family 106, Daniel C. Troutman; digital image Ancestry.com (http://www.ancestry.com : accessed 9 September 2015); NARA mic. pub. T625, roll 1917.

[8] Smyth County, Virginia, Register of Marriage, Book 1: 132, Daniel C. Troutman and Carrie A. Sexton, 1906; County Clerk’s Office, Marion. This record also states Dan’s occupation as farmer.

[9] Lois Faris, Glade Spring, Va., to Zola Noble, 15 August 2008, letter.

[10] Virginia, Birth Certificates, 1864-2014, Warrington Catlett Troutman, digital image Ancestry.com (http://ancestry.com ; accessed 9 September 2015).

[11] For Dan: 1910 U. S. census, Ellendale precinct, Smyth County, Virginia, population schedule, enumeration district [ED] 89, p. 1-B, dwelling 14, family 14, Daniel Troutman family, see Daniel Jr.; digital image Ancestry.com (http://www.ancestry.com : accessed 9 September 2015); NARA microfilm publication T624, roll 1649. For Carrie: 1910 U. S. census, Chatham Hill precinct, Smyth County, Virginia, population schedule, enumeration district [ED] 90, p. 10-B, dwelling 178, family 178, Fannie C. Sexton family, see Carry Troutman, digital image Ancestry.com (http://www.ancestry.com : accessed 9 September 2015); NARA microfilm publication T624, roll 1649.

[12] 1920 U. S. census, Glade Spring, Washington Co., Va., pop. sched., ED 147, p. 5-A, dwell. 106, fam. 106, Daniel C. Troutman.

[13] 1930 U. S. census, Washington County, Virginia, population schedule, Glade Spring district, enumeration district [ED] 96-4, sheet 5-B, dwelling 107, family 112, Daniel C. Troutman; digital image Ancestry.com (http://www.ancestry.com : accessed 9 September 2015); NARA microfilm publication T626, roll 2463.

[14] Lois Faris, Glade Spring, Virginia, to Zola Noble, 15 August 2008, letter.

[15] Ibid.

[16] Ibid. 
[17] Virginia, Death Records, 1912-2013, America Ann Troutman, digital image, Ancestry.com (http://www.ancestry.com : accessed 18 September 2015).

© 2015, Z. T. Noble

 

D. A. Troutman's Final Years, 1910-1918 (and one more).

A few blog posts ago, I left my paternal great-grandparents Daniel Absolum and America Ann (Pratt) Troutman in 1910 and wandered off on tangents with a couple of their children. Their firstborn son, John William “Bub” Troutman had died that year at age 37 leaving a pregnant widow and five children. What happened to Bud’s widow, Jennie, involved another son, James Henry “Jim” Troutman. And of course I had to write about Jim’s life.

No doubt, Daniel and America grieved over the sudden loss of their son Bud, who had come home from work on a Thursday, feeling well, ate a good meal his wife Jennie had prepared, and laughed with his children. About 11:00 p.m., he began to feel ill. During the next five days, the best efforts of the doctor and Bud’s wife came to no avail, and Bud succumbed to pneumonia on Tuesday, 20 December 1910.[1]

No doubt, they were none too happy about their son Jim’s affair with Jennie and his attempted cover up.

As the drama in the lives of their busy adult children was unfolding, life went on in Daniel and America’s little home tucked away down a long, narrow, dirt lane winding through the valley and up the mountain. Daniel continued farming as much has his age would allow and with the aid of his son Roy. America continued housekeeping, quilt making, and caring for ailing neighbors. Soon she would be caring for her own son, Roy.

Daniel A. Troutman and his horse, c. 1910.

No doubt, during the next few years of the decade between 1910 and 1920, Daniel and America helped Jennie and her children as best they could. During that time, their granddaughter, Glenna, Bud’s nine-year-old daughter, was suddenly stricken with spinal meningitis and died on 21 April 1915.[2]

Three years later, on 21 March 1918, Daniel succumbed to apparent heart failure at the age of 82 at his home.[3] His obituary called him “one of Smyth Counties oldest and most respected citizens,” and noted his service “in defense of the Southland.” Both the pastor of the Methodist Church, of which he was a member, and the pastor of the Rich Valley Presbyterian Church preached his funeral.[4]

According to John Orr, current owner of the former Troutman property, his mother remembered D. A. Troutman’s death. She was a little girl, and she recalled going to the wake with her parents. In her limited experience, she had seen dead horses being dragged to a burying place, so she told a friend she had come to see “Old Man Troutman dragged to the cemetery.”[5] Apparently, she had not had much experience with human deaths.

Portrait of Daniel Absolum Troutman, c. 1905.

Daniel Troutman's funeral card.

Daniel’s granddaughter, Neville Troutman, who was about eight years old at the time of her grandfather’s death, remembered taking the news to her father Clint, who was working in the field on their farm in Nebraska. “It was the first time I saw my father cry,” she said.[6]

The next year, on 18 October, Daniel and America’s youngest son, Lee Roy, a slender, handsome young man with grey eyes and black hair,[7] succumbed to consumption at age 28.[8] Until his illness, Roy had been farming with his father and his brother Jim.[9] He had been ill for at least two and a half years.[10] On 1 September 1918, Roy had been accepted into the Presbyterian Church in absentia, as “his infirmities preclude his attendance upon the services of the sanctuary.” The pastor had gone to the Troutman home and baptized Roy there.[11]

Lee Roy Troutman's WWI draft registration card, side 1.

Lee Roy Troutman's WWI draft registration card, side 2.

Lee Roy Troutman, c. 1905.

Great-grandmother, America, faced the next decade with five living children out of ten she had birthed. Estelle, Clint, and Daisy and their families had moved to Nebraska. Only Jim and Dan still lived in Virginia. [12]  She chose to live her final years with Dan.

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[1] Smyth-Bland Regional Library, digital collections (http://www.sbrl.org/ : accessed 26 August 2015); Smyth-Bland Regional Library > S-B Digital Collections > Newspapers > Smyth County Newspapers > Search term: Troutman; Marion News, 20 Jan. 1911, p. 1, col. 5, “In Memoriam, William H. Troutman.” Note that the name as published is incorrect; it should be John William Troutman. Although no other family members are named in the obituary, other details identify this as the obituary of John William Troutman: nickname “Bud,” survived by wife and five children, location of home, date of death, etc.

[2] Virginia Death Records, 1912-2014, database, Ancestry.com (http://www.ancestry.com : accessed 25 August 2015), entry for Glenna Virginia Troutman, 21 April 1915.

[3] Rich Valley Presbyterian Church Cemetery (Smyth County, Virginia); Daniel A. Troutman, marker; photographed August 2004 by the researcher.

[4] “Obituary,” clipped from an unknown Wayne County, Nebraska newspaper, which quotes an obituary from an unknown Smyth County, Virginia newspaper. Handwritten copy made by Mary Troutman, daughter-in-law of the deceased, which is in the author’s possession.

[5] Conversation between John Orr and the author at his home, Rich Valley, Virginia, 6 April 2014.

[6] Letter from Neville Lamson, Pierce, Nebraska, to Zola Noble, Anderson, Indiana, not dated.

[7] “U. S. World War I Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918,” images Ancestry.com (http://www. Ancestry.com, accessed 8 September 2015), card for Lee Roy Troutman, serial number 1426, Local Draft Board, Smyth County, Virginia.

[8] Rich Valley Presbyterian Church Cemetery (Smyth County, Virginia); Lee Roy Troutman, marker; photographed August 2004 by the researcher.

[9] “U. S. World War I Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918,” Lee Roy Troutman, serial no. 1426, Local Draft Board, Smyth Co., Va.

[10] Ibid. On his draft registration dated April 1917, he claims exemption because of “ill health.”

[11] Rich Valley Presbyterian Church (Saltville, Virginia), “Minutes of Session, Vol. 4,” 1 April 1918 - unspecified, page 6, entry 1 September 1918; photocopy in possession of author, from original stored at the church.

[12] “Obituary,” names the surviving children and the places they lived.

© 2015, Z. T. Noble

The Black Sheep Had a Good Side, Too.

Despite his philandering and his hot-headedness, my paternal grandfather’s brother, James H. "Jim" Troutman, seems to have been a likeable, energetic, and resourceful person. He was my dad's favorite uncle.

At age 24, Jim married Mary Sue “Susie” Olinger, 19, daughter of William and Sarah Olinger. It was 17 August 1904. At that time, Jim was a merchant.[1] He had already started a career as a retail store owner, a career that would make him a fairly successful businessman and landowner. In addition to his store, he purchased seven different properties from various people in the valley over the years.[2]

Jim opened a grocery story at the T of Long Hollow Road and the Valley Road in Rich Valley, Smyth County, Virginia. He had a strong work ethic, his motto being, “I’d rather wear out than rust out.” Even so, his temper put him at odds with a few of his customers. My dad chuckled as he recalled Uncle Jim telling of the time a couple of drunks came into Jim’s store. One of them picked up a cane that had a carving on the handle of a hand with outstretched thumb. He used the thumb on the cane to thumb his nose at Jim. In that day, this gesture was equivalent to today’s raised middle finger. Jim grabbed a shotgun from under his counter and chased the men out of his store at gunpoint. On the porch, he warned them that if he ever saw them again, he would shoot them. They must have taken him seriously, as they both left the valley soon afterward.

At his home located across the road from his store, Jim's wife Susie ran an efficient and elegant household. After the dishes for each meal were washed and dried, she set her table for the next meal using her best china and glassware. She was always ready for frequent guests, my mother told me. I have fuzzy memories of eating at her table and looking at her beautiful dishes.

Home of James and Susie Troutman, Valley Rd. Saltville, Virginia, c. 1925, the house that was supposedly haunted.

 Another story Dad used to tell about Uncle Jim was that he thought his house in the valley was haunted. In the night he would hear knocking sounds that he couldn’t explain. It turned out that Susie and her mother wanted to move to the town of Marion, so they had conspired to make Jim think the house was haunted. They succeeded. By 1930, Jim and Susie were living in Marion.[3]

 

Home of James and Susie Troutman in Marion, Virginia, c. 1936. This house was located on the lot where Pizza Hut is located today.

In 1932, when my dad graduated from high school in Nebraska, Uncle Jim wrote to him:  "Rec your Picture and it sure does look good your [sic] are a good looking Chap I know. Say you know I hate to Just send you 1⁰⁰ after sending the other kids 5 each but as Andy says I know you know the repression is on so you must not think hard of me for this is the hardest time I ever saw to make a dollar." He also complained about the competence of President Herbert Hoover (grammar and spelling errors are his): “[I kno]w you are not making [any] money for there is no one [wor]king any now uless its old Hover and his 53 Verne you all have one smart man in Nebr I know I read after him some and that is Senator Norris he says he dident vote for Hoover for he dident think he was the right man for President."[4] Times were tough, but a few years later, Uncle Jim offered his nephews an opportunity to make money.

In a 1936 letter, Uncle Jim encouraged my Dad (Verne) and his brother, also named Jim, to bring a load of horses to Virginia. Dad and Jim, the younger, could buy horses in Nebraska and ship them to Virginia on the train and sell them for a profit. Uncle Jim wrote, “If you all bring some good hearty kind of good colts and horses not Branded I do think they will sell good so do as you want to and Ill sure help you dispose of the horses as I am some horse trader to and sure can tell a old one from a young one.”[5]

 

James H. Troutman and his team of  horses, c. 1938.

Verne and his brother Jim did ship horses on the train to Virginia. Jim went back home to Nebraska, but Verne stayed on another six years. He and Uncle Jim hit it off well, and Jim helped Verne with the sale of the horses. Later, Verne opened his own filling station business at Broadford and eventually married a Saltville girl in 1940. In 1938, Uncle Jim and Verne went to Troutman, North Carolina to the Troutman Reunion, the first of many returns for Verne. 

James H. Troutman and Verne Troutman in front of the train depot at Troutmans, NC. This depot was later moved to the grounds next to the Troutman Cemetery and the Historical Association Building pictured below.

Troutman reunion, Troutman, NC, 1938; James H. Troutman and Verne Troutman are designated by arrows at right. Verne drew the arrows when he sent the photo to his family.

Jim's family and Verne also went sightseeing together on occasion, and Verne took pictures. In 1939 when Verne was gravely ill with scarlet fever, Jim and Susie cared for him in their home until he was well enough to return to his own place.[6]

Verne (at left in shadows) and Uncle Jim at a waterfall in NC., c. 1938. (Dad liked to stand in treacherous places.)

Susie, Frances, and Jim at a waterfall in NC., c. 1938

Frances Troutman at Grandfather Mountain sign, c. 1938.

In February of 1969, just a few weeks before I was to be married, my dad took me to visit Uncle Jim where he lived in a nursing home in Meadowview, Virginia, one of several such places he had lived. It seems that he would get mad at someone at one nursing home, so he would move to another one. When Dad told Uncle Jim that I was to be married soon, Jim looked at me straight in the eye.

“Will he pull?” he said. Confused, I looked at my dad. I didn’t know what Uncle Jim meant.

“That’s a horse term. A good team of horses pulls together equally. If one won’t pull and leaves the pulling to the other one, it’s not a good match,” Dad said. My dad and I assured Uncle Jim that my husband-to-be would pull, and we were right.

That’s the last time I saw Uncle Jim. He died 5 July 1970, just a few days before his 90^th birthday. He was buried at the Rose Lawn Cemetery in Smyth County, next to his wife Susie.[7]

Tombstone of James H. and Mary Sue "Susie" Troutman, Rose Lawn Cemetery, Marion, Virginia; photo by Z. T. Noble, 13 Oct. 2012.

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[1] Smyth County Virginia, Register of Marriages, Book 1, p. 122, James H. Troutman and Mary S. Olinger, 1904.

[2] Smyth County Book of Deeds, Index shows that James H. Troutman purchased property from the following names: Tyler, Patrick, Lewis, McCarty, Ryburn (3 properties), Olinger, and Tyler.

[3] 1930 U. S. census, Smyth County, Virginia, population schedule, Marion district, p. 99 (stamped), enumeration district [ED] 87-15, sheet 20-A, dwelling 295, family 299, James H. Troutman household; digital image Ancestry.com (http://www.ancestry.com : accessed 22 June 2015); NARA microfilm publication T626, roll 2461.

[4]  Troutman, J. H., Marion, Virginia, to Verne Troutman, Winside, Nebraska, letter, 17 May 1932, to congratulate Verne on his high school graduation; Assorted Letters, Memorabilia, and Other Papers from the Collection of Verne and Lois Troutman binder; privately held, Z. T. Noble [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana.
[5] Troutman, J. H., Marion, Virginia, to Verne Troutman, Winside, Nebraska, letter, 23 September 1936, to encourage Verne to bring horses to Virginia; Assorted Letters, Memorabilia, and Other Papers from the Collection of Verne and Lois Troutman binder; privately held, Z. T. Noble [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana.

[6]Troutman, Frances, Marion, Virginia, to Lois McIntyre, Saltville, Virginia, letter, 2 February 1939, to tell Lois about Verne’s illness and his whereabouts in James Troutman’s home; Correspondence Between Norma Lois McIntyre and Verne Clinton Troutman, 1939-1942, binder; privately held, Z. T. Noble [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE] Anderson, Indiana.

[7] Find A Grave, database and images (http://www.findagrave.com : accessed 5 August 2015), photograph, memorial page for James H. Troutman (1880-1970), Find A Grave memorial no. # 98718451, citing Rose Lawn Cemetery, Marion, Smyth County, Virginia; photograph contributed by Z. T. Noble.

Current Adventures: Finding Old Documents and Tombstones

Besides the trip to Harman land, which I wrote about last week, additional exciting happenings occurred on my recent vacation.

Just to remind you, a while back, I wrote about meeting my third cousin on the Troutman/Pratt side, Hal Campbell, who showed me the Rich Valley Presbyterian Church’s session minutes dating back to 1836. He let me copy a few pages relating to the Troutman history. Since then, Hal and I have talked several times about the importance of those minutes to genealogists and family historians. Not long after seeing the minutes, I learned (on good old Facebook) that the Smyth-Bland Regional Library was digitizing many historical documents from Smyth County.[1] Immediately, I contacted the person on that project and told her about the session minutes.  She was definitely interested.

Finally, on Wednesday of my recent trip, I met with Hal, got the session minutes and took them to the library. Now the ball is in the library’s court to get the records digitized and indexed. I can hardly wait!

But that’s not all. Hal produced a bonus document. He had found a ledger for a country store in Rich Valley owned by F. G. Buchanan dating back to 1905-06. Entries were arranged alphabetically, so I quickly found names from my Troutman and the Waggoner families.

Dated Dec. 4, 1904 - Dec. 29, 1906, this shows Mrs. Troutman's purchases; this was most likely America Troutman. The only other "Mrs. Troutman" would have been John W. Troutman's wife, Jennie, America's daughter-in-law.

Dated Sept. 3, 1902 - Dec. 31, 1903, Eli Waggoner's purchases and payments. Eli was my paternal grandmother, Mary Waggoner's father.

May 6 - Oct 4, 1905, Emory Waggoner's purchases and payments.

1905-06, Gordon Waggoner's purchases and payments.

1906-07, Mrs. Waggoner's purchases and payments. This would be Rachel Waggoner, wife of Eli and mother of Emory and Gordon--and my grandmother Mary. Notice that  my Mary's name is associated with two of the purchases. Looks as if Rachel sent Mary to the store for her. I'm sorry that this one is blurry. Didn't get it focused well.

Another one of the goals for this trip was to see the cemetery where Andrew Hayes was buried, so that's what we did the next day, Thursday, July 9. We met Shannon, owner of the land on which the Shannon Cemetery rests. Matching names are a coincidence--one of many odd and uncanny happenings in Shannon's experience. She had ghost stories to tell. 

With the baaing of penned sheep in the background, we hiked across a foot bridge and through a steep pasture shared by Shannon's Lipizzan horses. At the top of the hill we found the cemetery. Although it was as full of brambles as the Harman Cemetery from Tuesday's outing, Shannon had cleared a path to Andrew Hayes' grave. Sad to say, in a winter storm, a tree had fallen on it and broken off another chunk. Shannon still hopes to find the first missing broken piece and repair the whole thing.

Shannon's Lipizzans, looking down the hill at them.

A cleared portion of Shannon Cemetery. Andrew and Martha Hayes tombstone is third from left.

View going back to the house, across the bridge. Sheep are under the pink roof.

Shannon and I are a bit windblown. Shannon is a wonder woman. She built the bridge; she's remodeling the house; she takes care of the horses and the sheep; she mows the pasture, she's going to clear the cemetery; not to mention that she has two children and a husband. And, she researches family history. ( I don't know why she mows the pasture when she has sheep and horses to eat it.)

Last but not least, on Thursday evening, Myron and I had a relaxing meal at Cracker Barrel in Abingdon with Find A Grave friend, Barry L. Seitz--talking about cemeteries and such. Didn't get a picture of Barry's Santa beard.

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[1] To explore Smyth-Bland Regional Library's digital collection, go to http://www.sbrl.org/ and click on S-B Digital Collection, top of left column.