A History of Greenwood by Those Who Lived It

I'm the one on the left. Who can tell me the name of the gentleman on the right? And I did marry that girl! But, let’s step back and take a look at the courtship and whatever else was going on during that time in my life. I continued to be a gas jockey at the filling station and a farmer. Funny, I never related the use of jockey for both what Dad did as a young man and what I did. And, we both were farmers too. I guess I had more in common than I even thought with the old man

Can you find me? The tall one, center back row. I spent my entire life in Greenwood and was better for it. My parents were John and Pearl Murray. Dad was a hometown boy who grew up on a farm off of the North South Road. My mother’s family was from around the Keuka Lake area; she was a Northrup. Her sister, Cassie, lived in Greenwood and Mom and Dad met when Dad was traveling around as a jockey racing horses at county fairs. Dad will tell his story later; there is some plummy