Life and work of Hudson and Emma R. Tuttle
Erie County, OH Biographies

LIFE AND WORK OF HUDSON TUTTLE AND HIS WIFE EMMA ROOD TUTTLE. The life work of Hudson Tuttle is not confined to Erie County but is world wide. To a world view Erie County is but a small dot on the surface of the globe. Yet from that point, through the genius of such men as Hudson Tuttle, has radiated an influence that has touched the minds and hearts of people living in the remotest bounds. It was because he passed his entire home life in Erie County and departed from it to the immortal life on December 14, 1910, that a history of Erie County would be incomplete without an outline of his career.

His parents came to the town now known as Berlin in the early '30s, about 1831 or 1832, and bought the land, entirely uncleared, which is now known as Walnut Grove Farm, the old Tuttle homestead, where Hudson was born in 1836. His father was a native of Long Island and his mother of New Hampshire. Both were excellent people and noted for their integrity, intelligence and all around good citizenship. His father, Nathan Tuttle, lived to be eighty nine years of age, and his mother, Maria Monroe Tuttle, reached the age of ninety two. Hudson's prospects for length of years was apparently good, but his ambition always overdrew on his strength, and his intense mental activity would not stop for a tired body. So his body slept "the sleep which knows no waking" at the age of seventy four.

His work is still carried on at the old place, the Hudson Tuttle Publishing Company, Berlin Heights, Ohio, from which go out books to all parts of the world.

Mr. Tuttle was married in 1857 to Miss Emma D. Rood of Braceville, Ohio, also a writer with whom he became acquainted by her contributions to a Cleveland periodical. After their marriage they wrote, published and blended their literary labors, as well as home building and rearing of children, and in those beneficent activities their ideal marriage partnership endured for fifty two years. They celebrated their golden wedding by the publication of "A Golden Sheaf" which is still sold and from it is extracted the portion of what Mr. Tuttle says in "Ourselves" his introduction to the readers of the book.

"A journey of fifty years! How interminable it seems looking ahead, how short looking pastward! It would have been wearisome, objectless, selfish and disappointing, had it been taken alone. With companionship, support, sympathy and mutual trust, its cares are lightened, the weary days shortened, the flinty paths softened with the flowers of loving kindness. Now we have reached the western slope of the Great Divide, and in quiet I ask my companion Had you known, that lovely morning we first met, all that fate had stored for our united lives, all the dark hours of pain, choking grief, disappointment, exacting tasks, would you have answered yes?

"I know you would affirm as unreservedly as would I, for, after all, the days of sunshine have been many and the dark days exceptional. They have come into our lives, not by our own seeking, but by the force of circumstances, and we have mastered them, not have they made the waters of life bitter, or broken its current. In the main they have been such as come to the lot of all, and we, standing together, have been stronger to meet and dare, than we could have been alone.

"We thought our home, with the precious three children, ideal, and their going out into the world was hard to bear. Yet we could not always have them in the nest. The fledgling bird must fly, for the air is its element and it can be happy only when exercising its freedom. Nor could we hold our eldest with earthly ties, and must solace our aching hearts with the reflection that she gained a purer sphere by her emancipation from mortal life.

"They are all ours still, two on earth, one in heaven, and the heavenly one is nearer and visits us oftener; is the most intimately ours, though our mortal senses fail to reveal her shadowy form.

"The kindest manifestation of overbrooding love is the thick and impenetrable veil that shuts the future from us. Our strength is not wasted in vain fear of the inevitable, and when we meet tomorrow's message, we can bravely respond. Day by day it comes, and for the requirements made on us we have strength.

"All our children were born in the old farm homestead. Here they were reared. They have left souvenirs in the trees and shrubbery planted; the arbors they built, and pictures they sketched on the walls. The great elm was planted by our boy, Carl, when five years old. It was a tiny seedling with only three leaves when he brought it from the woodland. The tree with crimson foliage, our eldest daughter planted and like everything she touched, responded with vigorous growth. The wauhoo which all winter enlivens with its red fruitage, Claire, our youngest, brought from the woods when in leaf and made it live and grow by constant attention. The tall, ambitious lombardy which flaunts its aspiring coronal, like a gigantic plume, was set by Madge, our granddaughter, as she said, 'to keep my memory green.'

"And well do I remember, it is more than sixty years ago, my mother planted a walnut by the gate, saying that she wanted a shade tree there. Father gloomily said no one would live to see her tree cast a shadow. Now it spreads out its great limbs and the first frost covers the ground with its fruitage. The long row of beautiful maples, which flame in the autumn days, well do I remember when my father transplanted them, and I with childish strength held them up while he sighted them into line.

"Under the cedars is the grave of Trouper, our beloved St. Bernard, most human of all animals, most devoted and sympathetic.

"The rooms of the house which for half a century have been gathering brie-a-brac, books, pictures, and nameless gifts of friends, vibrate with influences which awaken a thousand memories pleasing memories with shadows here and there.

"Of the earliest guest that my memory recalls (of my parents) was Prof. O. S. Fowler, then in the floodtide of his efforts to bring phrenology before the world, and make it a factor of education. He had utilized the theoretical teachings of Dr. Gall, and his lectures captivated a public which was just awakening from the lethargy of religious domination and craving to be led to new fields. Phrenology did not prove itself a 'science' nor establish the great claims he made for it, but he carried with it a tide of common sense in hygiene, self culture, social relations, and liberal thought, and represented the most advanced ideas of the time and far ahead of the time. Phrenology has passed, but the liberal ideas, religious, social and domestic, have displaced the old, and few there are who give this earthly pioneer the credit he deserves."

The broad scope to which Hudson Tuttle aspired even in childhood shows why his books are now in greater demand than ever before by educators, psychic students and even theologians. When he was a little lad a traveling preacher went through the woods on horseback and stopped with his parents over night, when the conversation was mostly on religion and beliefs, to which Hudson listened eagerly, noticing his alertness, said: "I guess you'll make a preacher, my boy, when you are a man." "If I do," said the lad, "I shall preach what you dont!" and he did. Hem wrote over a wide range of subjects, the best idea of which can be obtained by a brief quotation of the titles and some of the comments made on the standard works on Spiritualism published by the Tattles. This list is as follows:

The Arcana of Nature, by Hudson Tuttle, with an introduction by Emmett Densmore, M. D. This book, first published nearly fifty years ago, and a long time out of print, has been republished in London. That it has been translated into several languages, and a new edition demanded, indicates its value.

A Golden Sheaf, by Hudson and Emma Rood Tuttle. Made of what the writers regard as among the most valuable of their inspirations in prose and poetry. A souvenir of their golden wedding.

Mediumship and Its Laws. Answering the question: How can I become a Medium? By Hudson Tuttle.

Religion of Man and Ethics of Science. By Hudson Tuttle.

The Arcana of Spiritualism; a Manual of Spiritual Science and Philosophy. By Hudson Tuttle.

Origin and Antiquity of Man.

Evolution of the God and Christ Ideas. By Hudson Tuttle.

From Soul to Soul. By Emma Rood Tuttle. This volume contains the best poems of the author and her most popular songs, with the music by eminent composers.

Asphodel Blooms and Other Offerings. By Emma Rood Tuttle. This volume is dedicated "To those whose thoughts and longings reach into the Unseen Land of Souls this handful of Asphodels, mixed with common flowers, is offered, hoping to give rest and pleasure while waiting at the way station on the journey thither."

Angell Prize Contest Recitations. By Emma Rood Tuttle.

The Lyceum Guide. By Emma Rood Tuttle.

Stories from Beyond the Borderland. By Hudson and Emma Rood Tuttle.

Mr. Tuttle has left for publication much valuable matter the world may yet see. His "Log Book of the Lucy Ann," a marine novel, is complete, and will some time appear.

He longed to stay and complete his work, and to establish mental freedom. He said: "When the sun of knowledge shines from the zenith of the cloudless heavens, and there remains no dark shadow of ignorance behind which superstition may linger, then man will find restful peace in the certainty of law and order. Then will have perished the Religion of Pain, which has through past ages held mankind on its rack of torture, and will have dawned in the millennial day, which is not divine, but essentially human, the Religion of Joy."

A Standard History of Erie County, Ohio
By: Hewson L. Peeke
Assisted by a Board of Advisory Editors
The Lewis Publishing Company Chicago and New York 1916

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