Charles or John Rinehart, [continued from earlier emails this date ]. Might these families be related to the John Rinehart from West, Montgomery Co., IA , as mentioned earlier this date ?? 1. 1880 Census: Knoxville, Marion Co, IA [just east of Lucas Co., IA] There is a Charles Rinehart, b. abt 1849, Miller, from Pennsylvania with his wife, Clara, b. abt 1849, also Penn as were both of their parents. Their son, Pierce E. Rinehart, 2, was b. abt 1878 and a sister, Alice, 3, both b. Iowa. // 2. 1880 Census Pleasant Grove, Marion Co., Iowa: [just east of Lucas Co., IA] Self Father Mother Rinehart, Charles, ag 55 Farmer Virginia Maryland Virginia Rhoda 49 wf K House Virginia Virginia Virgnia John O. 17 son work on farm VA VA VA Charles M. 12 son work on farm Iowa VA VA Mary R. 8 dau Iowa VA VA John 76 father at home Maryland Pennsylvania Maryland // 3. 1900 Census Pleasant Twp., Lucas Co., Iowa Rinehart, Charles M., age 33, Farmer Iowa Penn. Germany [married 6 years, 2 children Iva V. 28 Iowa Indiana Illinois Jessie V. 5 F Iowa Iowa Iowa Hiram 2 M Iowa Iowa Iowa // 3. There is an excellent resource to search for Native Americans http://www.accessgenealogy.com/native/rolls.htm Happy hunting, Mary Beth in Wisconsin

Mary Beth, RE: John Rinehart Indian lore I may be way off here, but: I am inclined to believe that the position was Honorary. Here in Oklahoma we have several people from the early day, with Indian names, etc. These were people who worked with the tribes, children who played and schooled with the Indian children. People who the Indian's Honored for their being-friendship.

A few counties away from Lucas Co., Ia was . . . ..................THE HALF-BREED TRACT............... ..........................LEE COUNTY,IOWA..................... There was a division of land in Lee County set aside for farms and acreages in the early 1800's.This piece of land was to be used for settlers who had married into the local Indian natives.It was called the Half-Breed Tract.Here is a discription of that Tract of land in Lee County as given in the "History of Lee County 1878". Before any permanent settlement had been made in the Territory of Iowa. white adventurers, trappers and traders, many of whom were scattered along the Mississippi and its tributaries, as agents, and employes of the American Fur Company, intermarried with the females of the Sac and Fox Indians, producing a race of half-breeds, whose number was never definitely ascertained. There were some respectable and excellent people among them, children of men of some refinement and education. For instance: Dr. Muir, a gentleman educated at Edinburgh, Scotland, a surgeon in the United States Army, stationed at a military post located on the present site of Warsaw, married an Indian woman, and reared his family of three daughters in the city of Keokuk. Other examples might be cited, but they are probably exceptions to the general rule, and the race is now nearly or quite extinct in Iowa. A treaty was made at Washington, August 4, 1824, between the Sacs and Foxes and the United States, by which that portion of Lee County was reserved to the half-breeds of those tribes, and which was afterward known as “The Half-Breed Tract.” This reservation is the triangular piece of land, containing about 119,000 acres. lying between the Mississippi and Des Moines Rivers. It is bounded on the north by the prolongation of the "NORTHERN BOUNDRY LINE" of Missouri. This line was intended to be a STRAIGHT ONE, running due EAST, which would have caused it to strike the Mississippi River at or below Montrose; but the surveyor who run it took NO NOTICE of the change in the variation of the needle as he proceeded EASTWARD, and,in consequence, the line he run was BENT, deviating more and more to the NORTHWARD of a direct line as he approached the Mississippi, so that it struck that river at the lower edge of the town of Fort Madison. “This errone-ous line,” says Judge Mason, “has been acquiesced in as well in fixing the northern limit of the Half-Breed Tract as in determining the northern boundary line of the State of Missouri.’’ The line thus run included in the reservation a portion of the lower part of the city of Fort Madison, and all of the present townships of Van Buren, Charleston, Jefferson, Des Moines, Montrose and Jackson. . . . " The story continues on to explain how the land transitioned from the Indians to the early settlers. ... go to : http://www.croton-iowa.com/ Enjoy, Mary Beth ps: likely nothing to do with our Rinehart discussion, just interesting reading. It is of course possible that Indians who sold their lands for the pony and a blanket could have wound up further west in Lucas Co., area. :-)

Note that Mrs. Rinehart died at Wheeling, Missouri, which is located in Livingston County, not far from Chilocothe and not that far south of Lucas County. So it seems likely to me that if we're going to locate more information about the Rineharts, that might be the place to begin. There's never been any hint that any members of the family lived in Lucas County, or for that matter in Iowa. Very few if any native Americans remained in southern Iowa. The Sac and Fox title expired during the spring of 1843, and native Americans gradually were pushed westward and out of the state beginning at the Des Moines River according to a schedule established in the treaty of transfer. The Meskwaki, a Sac/Fox subset, missed their Iowa home, collected enough money to purchase land where the Meskwaki settlement still is located near Tama/Toledo and returned --- but they're our only clearly defined group of native American residents.

Back when my folks were growing up, let's say 1915-1933 or so, it was Decoration Day, not Memorial Day, and although set aside to honor the nation's war dead it had become a day to visit and place fresh flowers at the graves of any loved ones within convenient reach. A good many cemeteries weren't maintained back in those days, so it also was a day to clean up the family lots before decoration commenced. My mother used to talk of her parents arising at dawn and after chores, sweeping through the flower beds to cut all blooms (peony, iris and more) that looked fresh, gathering up the gardening tools, rounding up the kids, then hitching up the old spring wagon, loading flowers, tools and children therein and heading for Columbia Cemetery, where the Browns and Clairs reposed. Granddad Miller didn't always approve of change (and never spent what little money he had during those early years without careful thought: the internal combustion engine might be a passing fancy), so he still was traveling by horse and buggy during the mid-1920s, much to the embarrassment of my Aunt Mary I've been told. I still have my grandparents' wonderful account books from the date of their marriage during 1904 forward: Every penny and every purchase, no matter how small, accounted for. By the time I was growing up, we'd lurched into the 20th century and were driving cars. Cemeteries generally were maintained, but the prodedure remained roughly the same. Up at dawn, fill gravel-weighted Hi-C orange juice cans hoarded during the year with water and fresh flowers from the garden, pack the bouquets in boxes, load same into every available free space in the car and head for Salem, Oxford, Columbia and beyond sloshing water all the way. The trek to Columbia involved stopping at Granddad Miller's (now driving cars himself and a hazard to everyone else on the road because he still followed horse-and-buggy rules) to form a Columbia-bound caravan. And it goes on still, although now that nearly everyone has disconcertingly died I generally carry on by myself with anyone else interested tagging along, in competition with cousin Esther Belle (Miller) Steinbach to see who can get to the most graves first. Silk has replaced garden-fresh, I'm afraid, but my mother was a gardener on a grand scale and I'm not. I'd like to be, but time is lacking. Over to Salem first (where my parents, alas, have joined the ancestors): Grandma and Grandpa, Irwin and Ethel (Dent) Myers and Aunt Flora Myers, bless her heart; Great-grandparents Daniel and Mary Belle (Redlingshafer) Myers; Great-great-grandparents, Jacob and Harriet (Dick) Myers; Great-great-great-grandmother, Doratha Redlingshafer; and an infinite variety of great-aunts, uncles and cousins. Flowers for everyone there, unless I run out. A sidetrip to Waynick, where Great-great-grandmother Eliza Jane (Brown/Dent) Chynoweth reposes along with a few other kin. Into Chariton to visit John G. and Isabelle (Greer) Redlingshafer, more of my great-great-grandparents, and others from a dizzying number of family lines. This year there will be side trips to the graves of Demming J. Thayer and little Louise, reflecting a current Mallory obsession. Then out to Oxford northeast of Chariton: Great-grandparents Joseph Cyrus and Mary Elizabeth (Clair) Miller, Great-great-grandparents Jeremiah and Elizabeth (McMulin) Miller, and more. Now the longer drive down to Columbia: Grandparents William Ambrose and Jessie (Brown) Miller, Uncle Richard Miller, the much-loved Verna Brown, Great-uncle Joe Brown, Great-grandparents Joseph and Chloe (Boswell/Prentiss) Brown, Aunt Emma Prentiss, Aunt Laura (Prentiss) and Uncle Alpheus E. "Al" Love and their daughter, Alma; Great-great-great-grandmother Mary (Saunders) Clair and two lost Clair boys, Jasper Sylvester and William Richard. A Confederate flag for Nathan Love, Uncle Alepheus' father. And finally, down a twisting gravel road southeast to Great-great-great-grandfather William Clair, who died during 1852 before there was a Columbia Cemetery and thereby ended up all by himself in a hayfield alongside the road (I'm badly behind if Esther Belle has gotten here first). Generally, I get to Corydon: Great-great-grandparents Peachy Gilmer and Caroline (McDaniel) Boswell and assorted Boswell kin. That usually means side trips out to Hogue (pretty place down a long lane above a big pond): Thomas and Jane (Boswell) Ratcliffe and George and America "Aunt Mec" (Boswell) Cox; a swing through Clio (cousin Dorothy Rosa Elson and her family plus a few Calbreath kin) and down across the state line to Cleopatra, Missouri, where all the rest of the Calbreaths and a couple of Browns rest at Wilder. On a really good year, I'll get to Monroe County: Great-great-great-grandparents William and Miriam (Trescott) Miller and Joseph and Mary (Young) McMulin and many more; then down to Cincinnati in Appanoose County for more Browns and Boswells, although reaching the Boswell Cemetery there requires a long trek on foot across pasture land and through a creek, so that doesn't get done very often --- especially if the water's high. Of It's a really good year, I'll cross the line into Missouri to the ghost town of Mendota, find the almost-hidden entrace to the cemetery lane, twist up the hill and visit the DeMacks, going through eternity holding on for dear life on that precipitous hillside to avoid sliding into the creek. Whew! Why? Well, I know all of these people. It's a mixed blessing for genealogists: Sometimes you know the dead better than you know the living; occasionally you like them better. I like to think of each and every one as a living, breathing soul as I poke a sprig of silk alongside his or her tombstone. We are, you know, the sum total of all who came before us, in more ways than one. It never hurts to pay homage to those from whom we've sprung. Besides, I like to think I'm single-handedly supporting for a brief shining moment as Memorial Day nears the silk flower sweatshops spread across the Orient. "You know, there are children starving in China," Grandma used to say when I was pushing food around the plate rather than eating it --- and I believed. Frank D. Myers 22 May 2005

What a wonderful story! Thank you for sharing. Willi ----- Original Message ----- From: "Frank Myers" <fmyers@netconx.net> To: <IALUCAS-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, May 22, 2005 9:57 AM Subject: [IALUCAS] So many graves, so little time > Back when my folks were growing up, let's say 1915-1933 or so, it was > Decoration Day, not Memorial Day, and although set aside to honor the > nation's war dead it had become a day to visit and place fresh flowers at > the graves of any loved ones within convenient reach. > > A good many cemeteries weren't maintained back in those days, so it also > was > a day to clean up the family lots before decoration commenced. My mother > used to talk of her parents arising at dawn and after chores, sweeping > through the flower beds to cut all blooms (peony, iris and more) that > looked > fresh, gathering up the gardening tools, rounding up the kids, then > hitching > up the old spring wagon, loading flowers, tools and children therein and > heading for Columbia Cemetery, where the Browns and Clairs reposed. > > Granddad Miller didn't always approve of change (and never spent what > little > money he had during those early years without careful thought: the > internal > combustion engine might be a passing fancy), so he still was traveling by > horse and buggy during the mid-1920s, much to the embarrassment of my Aunt > Mary I've been told. > > I still have my grandparents' wonderful account books from the date of > their > marriage during 1904 forward: Every penny and every purchase, no matter > how > small, accounted for. > > By the time I was growing up, we'd lurched into the 20th century and were > driving cars. Cemeteries generally were maintained, but the prodedure > remained roughly the same. Up at dawn, fill gravel-weighted Hi-C orange > juice cans hoarded during the year with water and fresh flowers from the > garden, pack the bouquets in boxes, load same into every available free > space in the car and head for Salem, Oxford, Columbia and beyond sloshing > water all the way. The trek to Columbia involved stopping at Granddad > Miller's (now driving cars himself and a hazard to everyone else on the > road > because he still followed horse-and-buggy rules) to form a Columbia-bound > caravan. > > And it goes on still, although now that nearly everyone has > disconcertingly > died I generally carry on by myself with anyone else interested tagging > along, in competition with cousin Esther Belle (Miller) Steinbach to see > who > can get to the most graves first. > > Silk has replaced garden-fresh, I'm afraid, but my mother was a gardener > on > a grand scale and I'm not. I'd like to be, but time is lacking. > > Over to Salem first (where my parents, alas, have joined the ancestors): > Grandma and Grandpa, Irwin and Ethel (Dent) Myers and Aunt Flora Myers, > bless her heart; Great-grandparents Daniel and Mary Belle (Redlingshafer) > Myers; Great-great-grandparents, Jacob and Harriet (Dick) Myers; > Great-great-great-grandmother, Doratha Redlingshafer; and an infinite > variety of great-aunts, uncles and cousins. Flowers for everyone there, > unless I run out. > > A sidetrip to Waynick, where Great-great-grandmother Eliza Jane > (Brown/Dent) > Chynoweth reposes along with a few other kin. Into Chariton to visit John > G. > and Isabelle (Greer) Redlingshafer, more of my great-great-grandparents, > and > others from a dizzying number of family lines. This year there will be > side > trips to the graves of Demming J. Thayer and little Louise, reflecting a > current Mallory obsession. > > Then out to Oxford northeast of Chariton: Great-grandparents Joseph Cyrus > and Mary Elizabeth (Clair) Miller, Great-great-grandparents Jeremiah and > Elizabeth (McMulin) Miller, and more. > > Now the longer drive down to Columbia: Grandparents William Ambrose and > Jessie (Brown) Miller, Uncle Richard Miller, the much-loved Verna Brown, > Great-uncle Joe Brown, Great-grandparents Joseph and Chloe > (Boswell/Prentiss) Brown, Aunt Emma Prentiss, Aunt Laura (Prentiss) and > Uncle Alpheus E. "Al" Love and their daughter, Alma; > Great-great-great-grandmother Mary (Saunders) Clair and two lost Clair > boys, > Jasper Sylvester and William Richard. A Confederate flag for Nathan Love, > Uncle Alepheus' father. And finally, down a twisting gravel road southeast > to Great-great-great-grandfather William Clair, who died during 1852 > before > there was a Columbia Cemetery and thereby ended up all by himself in a > hayfield alongside the road (I'm badly behind if Esther Belle has gotten > here first). > > Generally, I get to Corydon: Great-great-grandparents Peachy Gilmer and > Caroline (McDaniel) Boswell and assorted Boswell kin. That usually means > side trips out to Hogue (pretty place down a long lane above a big pond): > Thomas and Jane (Boswell) Ratcliffe and George and America "Aunt Mec" > (Boswell) Cox; a swing through Clio (cousin Dorothy Rosa Elson and her > family plus a few Calbreath kin) and down across the state line to > Cleopatra, Missouri, where all the rest of the Calbreaths and a couple of > Browns rest at Wilder. > > On a really good year, I'll get to Monroe County: > Great-great-great-grandparents William and Miriam (Trescott) Miller and > Joseph and Mary (Young) McMulin and many more; then down to Cincinnati in > Appanoose County for more Browns and Boswells, although reaching the > Boswell > Cemetery there requires a long trek on foot across pasture land and > through > a creek, so that doesn't get done very often --- especially if the water's > high. > > Of It's a really good year, I'll cross the line into Missouri to the ghost > town of Mendota, find the almost-hidden entrace to the cemetery lane, > twist > up the hill and visit the DeMacks, going through eternity holding on for > dear life on that precipitous hillside to avoid sliding into the creek. > > Whew! Why? > > Well, I know all of these people. It's a mixed blessing for genealogists: > Sometimes you know the dead better than you know the living; occasionally > you like them better. I like to think of each and every one as a living, > breathing soul as I poke a sprig of silk alongside his or her tombstone. > We > are, you know, the sum total of all who came before us, in more ways than > one. It never hurts to pay homage to those from whom we've sprung. > > Besides, I like to think I'm single-handedly supporting for a brief > shining > moment as Memorial Day nears the silk flower sweatshops spread across the > Orient. "You know, there are children starving in China," Grandma used to > say when I was pushing food around the plate rather than eating it --- and > I > believed. > > Frank D. 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