A few more Smith stories

Everyone know the story about Richard Smith and how he had an agreement with the Indians that he could have all the land he traveled over while riding a bull and when he got to a certain place and he fell off he was preported to say, "opp, I slip" so that is how the town of Islip New York was named.
  A lesser known story is that one of our relatives had mills in the city and the British burned them during the Revolutionary war. I think if true it would be the father of Richard Madison, (who when he wasn't making babies  he had fifteen kid, Richard being the youngest) his name is Joseph, I think.
  Aunt Emilie and her first husband were married in the same church as her father the sixth st baptist church in Manhattan. When she married the second time after her first husband died she was married in the Tappan reformed church, the same one my mom, Cornelia and my dad, Bill were married in. Eric and Lynn were married in that church as was Teri and I. Eric discribed the minister as an old cowboy, a down to earth type of guy. he really liked him. I did too, he was nice.
  Aunt Emilie and her first husband lived in upper Manhattan in the twenties, moved to Tappan on Western Hwy. later that decade. And that is where a lot of history happened, nothing earth shattering unless you are related to the people who lived there. the pictures of Walter Charles Smith after he's gone blind are taken there. There are pictures of him in his hamack, that would be on the western side of the house. There are pictures of our family playing in the driveway in the early sixties. there are pictures of Uncle Tonny and his family after they came back from Japan (and it is the first time I remember ever meeting them) . There are too many memories to write down. In the garage there was a car that Wally owned and it was in there forever and it was some English car from the fifties and he was going to fix it up or something and to Karl and I it was really exciting and mysterious and why didn't he come and fix it up and give us a ride or even better if he didn't want it give it to us. I remember going to Aunt  Emilies on a junk day and throwing out an old victolla, the kind that played 78's and my dad wanted it and my mom asked him what he was going to do with it. We ended up puting it on the street and my dad said it wouldn't last an hour out there. He was right when we left to go home it was gone.At the time I didn't know upstairs in the attic he had a box of seventy-eights. Not that it is really connected, because at that time everyone had a record player and you could put seventy-eights on it and play them. We used to put 45's and 33's on the record player and turn it to the 78 speed. We thought it was so funny.