one of my ancestors was kidnapped by Indians and scalped-she escaped the Indians and got home. For the rest of her life she wore a bonnet on her head when she was in public.My great grandfather drove a trolley in the big city of Butler. One day a horseback rider was close to the trolley and it scared the horse he was on-it threw him and my g grandfather ran over him and killed him.It so upset my g grandad that he quit his job and moved his family back to their farm.