Recollections of My Life and Reflections on Times and Events During It: A Memoir by Father W. J. HowlettMain MenuIntroductionTable of ContentsPage 1Page 2Page 3Page 4Page 5Page 6Page 7Page 8Page 9Page 10Page 11Page 12Page 13Page 14Page 15Page 16Page 17Page 18Page 19Page 20Page 21Page 22Page 23Page 24Page 25Page 26Page 27Page 28Page 29Page 30Page 31Page 32Page 33Page 34Page 35Page 36Page 37Page 38Page 39Page 40Page 41Page 42Page 43Page 44Page 45Page 46Page 47Page 48Page 49Page 50Page 51Page 52Page 53Page 54Page 55Page 56Page 57Page 58Page 59Page 60Page 61Page 62Page 63Page 64Page 65Page 66Page 67Page 68Page 69Page 70Page 71Page 72Page 73Page 74Page 75Page 76Page 77Page 78Page 79Page 80Page 81Page 82Page 83Page 84Page 85Page 86Page 87Page 88Page 89Page 90Page 91Page 92Page 93Page 94Page 95Page 96Page 97Page 98Other Writings by Father W. J. HowlettTimelineHowlett Family TreeWilliam J. Howlett Family TreeMaps and Geography: Howlett's First Trip WestFr. Howlett moved with his family to Denver when he was a child, and then moved to St. Thomas Seminary in Bardstown, KY several years later. This map recounts the path he took to get to both places.Maps and Geography: Howlett's European travelsFr. Howlett traveled far and wide during his trip to Europe. Here is a map of the places he recorded visiting.Maps and Geography: Howlett in Paris, 1872-1873This map shows the locations that Fr. Howlett mentioned visiting while in Paris, France.Maps and Geography: Howlett in London, 1874This map shows the locations that Fr. Howlett mentioned visiting while vacationing in London, EnglandMaps and Geography: Colorado Missions with TerrainFr. Howlett's Colorado mission locations, with Colorado terrain.IndexAcknowledgementsContributors' BiographiesCaroline Sherman66a71275ddeb8af1c1d88afae82e839e1097bec8Alvaro Cestti9cbe672718f2639644bd64e01d3ccbd427b50135Rebecca Lemon6b79a9a87a74d12f9288641e66ba0cdddcc2dc70Thomas Lynch079bdd3d2111c84d632cad76a596db20227e1e4bMaria Letizia6062382c70a421e32af463b8d74b84d42cc4692cDaniella Montesanobf55c9c5d63232ad4c740968bbc26fd662a7be27Veronica Smaldone8faa362cf8b51bf3f3a3b904503dd87a653500eeAshley Trimble922ced99a1a653270a76468ea189bc6540cdcc7eHIST 394 at CUA, Spring 2020
12020-02-19T07:28:24-08:00Page 66plain2020-02-19T07:40:44-08:00 The Erie Canal passed through Rochester, and my only conscious view of that city was from the canal boat. All I can now remember is of the big mills along the banks where the wheat of the country was ground into flour. Our progress was necessarily slow and was made still slower by a washout in the canal. A break had occurred in the bank at one place and had carried a boat into an adjoining field. How they got it back into the water I do not know, but the break was fully repaired and the canal full when we passed the stranded boat to continue on to Buffalo.
The canal had done much toward the settling up of the country through which it passed. It was dug, we may say, by hand, and every Fall it was emptied of water and gangs of men were busy cleaning the canal of the dirt which had accumulated during the Summer. There were locks at various places to keep the water at proper levels, and it was interesting to see the boasts raised and lowered to these different levels. The boats themselves were of two kinds - the larger and slower ones for freight, and the smaller ones, called packets, for passengers, although both might and did carry on a mixed traffic. Generally tow horses or mules pulled the larger boats in a slow lumbering walk, but three horses were urged along in a little trot for the packets. The accommodations for passengers were also much better on the packets than on the freight boats. Also the prices were higher.
Many of the ‘laborers sho [who] dug the canal vere Irish and Catholic, and settling down, in the villages and adjoining country they helped to form congregations and missions, and soon, under the direction of the priest churches began to be built for their convenience at many central points. I do not remember hearing. of bigotry or prejudice against religion or race in those days around Rochester, and when these industrious immigrants settled down and went into business they prospered and founded a race of sterling Catholics. They were the Gaffneys, the Hannas, the Storeys, the Fords and the Kings (of whom poor John fell into the canal one night and was drowned), etc., and it was not long before there began a line of devoted and talented young men, the sons of pioneers, seeking first the Kingdom of God and giving their lives to His service. The Storeys were the first to give a son to the priesthood and others followers, and now the last, perhaps, of that original generation, but not the least, is that illustrious Prelate, The Most Reverend Edward J. Hanna, Archbishop of San Francisco, California.
In politics they were somewhat at sea. There were the two great parties, Democrat and Whig, but these were so split into factions that it was difficult to choose among them. There were Whigs and Old Line Whigs, Free Soilens who wanted the public domain open to all settlers free, The Equal Rights Party which advocated equal rights for all and special privileges, the Locofocos who, when the lights in their convention were extinguished, relighted them with the new locofoco matches. The Barnburners who were likened to the man who burned his barn to get rid of the rate, the Anti-Masonic Party, the