The Farmer Boy Who Became a Bishop: The Autobiography of the Right Reverend Anson Rogers Graves

The Farmer Boy Who Became a Bishop: The Autobiography of the Right Reverend Anson Rogers Graves

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The Farmer Boy Who Became a Bishop: The Autobiography of the Right Reverend Anson Rogers Graves

The Farmer Boy Who Became a Bishop: The Autobiography of the Right Reverend Anson Rogers Graves

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Among the green hills of western Vermont, where the Pond Mountains almost overhang the beautiful Lake Austin, I was born on the 13th day of April, 1842. It was in the Town of Wells, Rutland County. We then lived by a small stream, the outlet of the lake, on which was a small flouring mill. In a room attached to this mill my father had a shop in which he manufactured hats, both the ordinary wool hats and the high beaver hats worn by many men on special occasions.

My father, whose name was Daniel, was the son of Daniel Graves of Ira, Vermont, who kept the hotel, manufactured shoes, leather and potash, and represented the town in the legislature. He had come as a young married man from Old Hadley in the western part of Massachusetts. My great-grandfather was Deacon Nathan Graves, who was fifth in descent from Thomas Graves, formerly of Hartford, Connecticut, and who came to this country from England about 1640. Deacon Nathan Graves, my great- grandfather, lived on Chestnut Mountain in Hadley, Massachusetts, and both he and his boys were considered great hunters. As they lived at the time of the Revolutionary War, no doubt game was plenty . . .

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