It was November 19, 2013. Bobby's job was coming to an end, and I suddenly realized we would be leaving Pennsylvania, and going back to Texas. I decided I had better do some sight seeing and do it quickly. What to do, what to do. I had thought several times about going to New York, and see where the Dutton family had lived, so I did it. Oswego, New York is about 100 miles from New Milford, PA, and it is mostly interstate (New York roads are smooth, and easy to travel).
New Milford is just about 10 miles from the New York border, but the country changes to wider valleys or more wide open valleys with somewhat fewer trees.
The visitor information center was open, so I stopped to get a road map, so I could start planning my trip!
I got to Fulton and wandered around just trying to decided what to do. Some nice folks directed me to Mama Gina's restaurant.
Church near the Oswego County Courthouse.
It was a cloudy cold day and the sun was getting low when I got back to Fulton and found Mt. Adnah Cemetery.
The cemetery is divided into areas, and the map was easy to follow. I found the area where my Duttons were buried, and started walking. It wasn't long before I saw a tall headstone with Dutton on it; Orson Dutton--he has to be related, because one of my dad's brothers was Orson, but Grove was not there, so I started walking, and walking.
Turns out that Orson H. Dutton is Grove's dad. I found that information in a will.
I still had some daylight, so I went to search for more Duttons.
I am not sure how these people tie in--Grove H. and Sarah. They are on the other side of the stone and it says Nephew and Sister. Grove died October 28, 1816.
This is the full length view of the JE Dutton, born December 30, 1798.
Grove H. Dutton lied about his age to get in to the Grand Army of the Republic, was wounded in the battle of Gettysburg, and lived the rest of his life around Fulton, NY. His son, Bruce Dutton, is my granddad. He and his wife, Margaret, settled in Garfield County, Montana to ranch. They had seven children.
I wish that the sun wasn't setting so fast that day so that I could have written down everything that was on the old tombstone. Maybe we will go back to Pennsylvania and I can visit Mt. Adnah cemetery again. I have to confess that I dreaded doing this blog because of the poor quality of writing on the stones. Here it is for better or worse. If you have corrections, please post them in the comments. I need all the help I can get.