The following was taken from the Windham Journal: Messrs. Editors: January 9, 1877. As the last days of the Centennial were passing away I recalled an incident in my father’s (the late Curtis Prout) life which I think worthy of record. The day on which he first crossed the Catskill mountain and reached his home in the valley o f the Bataviakill was the last day of the century, the last day of the year, the last day of the month, and the last day of the week. He emigrated from Middletown, Ct., with his father and the time here mentioned was twenty years of age. As wit h an ox-team and cart he slowly neared his destination, a cheering spectacle met his gaze. The old meeting house was being raised, and then he halted and met his brother Harris Prout and brother-in-law, Russell Gladding, and Mr. Cook, father of th e late Ichabod Cook, who had come on the year before and were at work on the building, being carpenters