Do any members of the list have access to a copy of the book "Early Ohioans Residences from the Land Grant Records" by Mayburt Stephenson Riegel? I am interested in determining if it may contain information about my McMACKIN, GIFFORD, BURCHARD, ELLIS or BECKWORTH families in Geauga & Lake counties in the early 1800s. I welcome any assistance you can offer. Thanks in advance, Susan >[email protected]~~^~v~~~~~v~^[email protected]~< Susan McMackin Reynolds ~ the Heritage Preservation Lady ~ Memory Book Classes, Consultation & Supplies to Last Beyond Your Lifetime ~ -------- Do Research for Income or Find New Resources for your use with . . . <A HREF="http://www.profitbank.com/cda/clickthru.cgi?id=susanreynolds">http:// www.profitbank.com/cda/clickthru.cgi?id=susanreynolds</A> * Earn FREEBIES with <A HREF="http://www.mypoints.com">My Points Program</A> (Referrer: SUSANMREYNOLDS) * * Connect to me & others who share your interests at <A HREF="http://www.planetall.com/main.asp?s=1043&cid=966275 ">PlanetAll</A> * * Were hot dogs made of dogs? Find out with a FREE subscription to <A HREF="http://go.MailBits.com/trivia.asp?9954.1">MailBits</A> *

No wonder my Sinclair family moved from Danville, VT to Perry, OH just about that time. Sandy McSpadden. "Paul E. Phillips" wrote: > Hi list, > > >From the Danville, VT, "North Star" of 15 June, 1816 > > "Some account was given .... of the unparalleled severity of the > weather. > It continued, without any essential amelioration, from the 6th to the > 10th instant - freezing as hard five nights in succession as it usually > does in December. On the night of the 6th, water froze an inch thick - > and on the night of the 7th and of the 8th, a kind of sleet or exceeding > cold snow fell, attended with high wind, which measured in places where > it drifted, 18 to 20 inches in depth. Saturday morning the weather was > more severe than it generally is during the storm of winter". > > Source: David M. Ludlum, "The Vermont Weather Book", Vermont Historical > Society, Montpelier, VT; 1996 > > Paul

Hi list, >From the Danville, VT, "North Star" of 15 June, 1816 "Some account was given .... of the unparalleled severity of the weather. It continued, without any essential amelioration, from the 6th to the 10th instant - freezing as hard five nights in succession as it usually does in December. On the night of the 6th, water froze an inch thick - and on the night of the 7th and of the 8th, a kind of sleet or exceeding cold snow fell, attended with high wind, which measured in places where it drifted, 18 to 20 inches in depth. Saturday morning the weather was more severe than it generally is during the storm of winter". Source: David M. Ludlum, "The Vermont Weather Book", Vermont Historical Society, Montpelier, VT; 1996 Paul

Hi cousins, I have gone through my "heiritage album" & have identified about 12 pages which may be of interest to my fellow ALLISON &/or GIFFORD researchers or others researching in PA & OH. It is sitting right here waiting to be copied - the pages are each 12 by 12 but some have only one larger photo mounted on the page. In any case, I can get the pages color copied at Staples sometime in the next 10 days or so for any of you who would like to have them. ALL of the individuals below are from the families which lived in Erie County PA, Lake Pleasant & environs, from the late 1790s. & some members of both families moved to OH (first to Lake County, then later elsewhere). The photos are from the 1800s for the most part, with only some of my grandmother Mary Ellen GIFFORD's (b. 1875) children & neices & nephews taken in the early 1900s Here's what they include. . . Photos of - * William ALLISON II (b. 1808) & wife Harriet CARSON (b.1805) &together, as young people ( I can't tell age, but certainly no more than their mid 40s & maybe even 20s??) - in any case, this was taken YEARS before the later ones below. **This is the son of the patriot William Allison who fought in the MtJoy (PA) militia in the revolution ** * Harriet Carson ALLISON as an old lady * William ALLISON II as an old man, both this & the one of his wife above must have been taken about 1890. * William GIFFORD b 1816 * Myrtie GIFFORD, daughter of James, grandaughter of William * James GIFFORD with wife Betsy & son & daughter * 4 teenage (?) children last names Monroe & Miller - notes say William GIFFORD's daughters' children * Mr & Mrs Leslie GIFFORD & son & daughter * Desire GIFFORD - (William's daughter) & husband Joseph Prialux & 2 young children who relocated to Maquokota LA * George GIFFORD * Rachel (Mrs George W) GIFFORD with daughter Nellie & 3 other ladies, dated 1901 *Jessie GIFFORD's son (Name unkown) * Unknown GIFFORD female * Nellie GIFFORD & mother Rachel & father George at family home in Lake Pleasant PA, with visiting neices Ina MILLER & Daisy MONROE * Postcards written to Rachel GIFFORD in 1910 * Postcards written by John GIFFORD to his mother Rachel, as he went on a trip through the American west & MEXICO dated 1911 & 1912 * & of course I have more of Nellie GIFFORD McMACKIN since she was my grandmother - some as a young girl & others with her children in the early 1900s Let me know what you would like if you're interested. I'm glad to be finally able to get around to doing this to do something to give back to other researchers who have shared their information with me. Of course I'd love to show this to you in person, so if any of you are near Cleveland or the area around Pueblo CO, maybe we can get together. I'll be flying to Walsenburg CO to visit my eldest daughter & family for Thanksgiving & will be flying to Cleveland to see my one & only & now quite elderly half sister sometime this winter or spring. Warm regards, Susan at the beach >[email protected]~------^-v----v-^[email protected]~ Susan McMackin Reynolds ~ the heritage preservation lady ~ instruction, consultation, photo/memory book assembly & ghostwriting ~ plus supplies designed to last beyond your lifetime ~ Box 397, Nassau DE 19969 Voicemail:302-644-4564 Fax:302-644-4562 *~*~*~* Searching for roots in: * Colonial MA, VT, RI, CT & NY (1600s & 1700s) * PA: 1700-present & * the Ohio Western Reserve - 1800-present *~*~*~* Connect to me &others who share your interests at <A HREF="http://www.planetall.com/main.asp?s=1043&cid=966275 ">PlanetAll</A> Were hot dogs ever made of dogs? Find out with a free subscription to <A HREF="http://go.MailBits.com/trivia.asp?9954.1">MailBits</A> Empower Yourself with <A HREF="http://www.homestead.com/challenged/index.html">Free E-zine, Online Classes & More</A>

Looking for: TUTTLE ROCKAFELLOW PARSON GREENE BENTLEY SMITH BRAINARD

Hi Liz, I don't find a marriage record for Milton and Louisa in Ashtabula County. However, I do find one for M.R. Spear and Betsy Ann Lillie in 1875. Suppose she was previously married to a MR. Green? I find no record of the Spears children in Ashtabula County. That's doesn't mean much since births often went unrecorded. Particularly if no doctor was involved. Painesville is located in Lake County. Lots of luck in your search ! Regards, Paul > Harleysville National Bank wrote: > > I am searching for - > Marriage record - Milton Rathbun Spears and Louisa Maria Green m. 1 > Dec 1853 > Marriage recrod - Milton Rathbun Spears and Ann Lilly Green m. 1875 > Birth record - Louisa Anna Spears b. 1876 > Birth record - Betsy Christy Spears b. 1878 > Death record - Milton Rathbun Spears d. 1880 in Painsville, OH (I do > not know what county this is in, but everthing else surrounding the > family has been in Ashtabula or Trumbull.) > > Thank you for your help. > > Liz Chemnitz

A BEAR AND WOLF HUNT - Some seventy years ago, when I was a mere boy, the citizens of Freedom, Portage County, and adjoining townships engaged in what was then known as the "Great Hunt." Freedom was then almost an unbroken forest, which extended even beyond its limits. Near the center was a dense swamp of many acres, furnishing a fine rendezvous for bears and wolves. The depredations of these very much annoyed the few settlers, as also those of Winham, Charlestown, Shalersville, and Hiram, surrounding townships. To exterminate these pests, they agreed upon a certain day, when they came with rifles, shotguns, cowbells, tin horns and various other weapons, and surrounded the great woods. I well remember how they passed my father's house in Charlestown, ringing their bells and blowing horns to frighten the animals, keep themselves in line and within proper distance of each other, so no game might escape. As they approached the swamp, the deer were allowed to pass through the lines, but bears and wolves making such attempt were shot down. Most of these, however, sought safety in the swamp, where twenty-three of the former and two score of the latter, if my memory serves me, were killed, brought together, and their scalps turned over to the authorities, for the bounties offered. No bears were seen in the vicinity after that, and the few wolves remaining did but little damage. S W. James, Ashtabula, O.

TWAS NO USE - On the morning of November 13th, 1833, a stage load of men, mostly from the East, but including Judge Rayen of Youngstown, were about starting from the little Mahoning valley town for Cleveland on business connected with the proposed canal, when the great fall of stars burst upon their view. "OH _ I" exclaimed the judge, "there is no use going, for the world is coming to an end." The phenomena was a wonderful one and scared many people, among them some young ladies of Braceville, who arose and dressed themselves, that they might enter clad into judgment. The judge's prediction was no more fulfilled than has been that of many a Millerite and Adventist since, but the canal came, only to give place to railroads for the "Iron City of the Valley."

A TEACHER'S EXAMINATION - In the early teens of the century there came to Braceville, Trumbull County, from the East, a young man by the name of Stearns, and engaged to teach a school in a neighborhood called "Egypt," on the confines of Newton and Milton Townships, and, as the name implies, widely known on account of the then unenviable character of inhabitants. The examiner, one Doctor Bronson, resided at Price's Mills. Before him Mr. Stearns presented himself for examination. "Well, Mr. Stearns, you wish a certificate do you?"queried the public functionary. "Yes, sir." "Well, Mr. Stearns, where are you going teach?" "In Egypt." "Mr. Stearns, can you spell bird?" "I think I can." "Let's hear you try." "B - i - r - d," stammered the applicant. "That's all right, Mr. Stearns: you will do to teach school in Egypt." A certificate was made out, a quarter paid, and the school in "Egypt" was a "howling" success. Those were the days of "rate bills", that is, the State paid a small per cent of the salary and the other had to be collected, if possible, from the patrons of the school, pro rata. This was frequently slow in being paid. The writer has a claim of 62 1/2 cents against the district at the center of Paris, Portage County, dating back to 1843.

HIS DESIRE WAS GRATIFIED. - The opening of the Pittsburg and Ohio Canal, back in the thirties, by way of the Mahoning Valley and Akron, so as to connect the Iron and Forest cities with a better means of commercial intercourse than "teaming" goods over the rugged roads, was an event looked forward to with great interest, especially by the citizens of Youngstown and Warren, and the first trip over it was to be one of great jollification. Among the especially enthusiastic citizens of Warren was Dr. John W. Seeley, whose everyday expression was, "I don't care to live any longer than to see the canal opened." The auspicious day came, and withit a "packet" loaded with happy Pittsburgers, and others from Youngstown, and various points. At Warren they were largely reinforced with Tods, Smiths, Quimbies, Seeleys and others, and again at Ravenna. Never before had such an opportunity for jollification offered on the Reserve, and the very best was "on tap." Reaching the Perkins' town on the Cuyahoga, they "locked" for a drink all round and a hand shake with the Akronians, in the midst of which Doctor Seeley fell dead. The news reached Ravenna the next day, when the Presbyterian minister remarked in presence of several gentlemen, "How very sad! I hope he was prepared." "He died happy, Parson, died happy,"responded Judge Sloan, "he was full of devilish good brandy.

Dear Susan and Listers, Lake Lines is the quarterly publication of the Lake County Genealogical Society, A Chapter of the Ohio Genealogical Society. It comes with membership in the organization, which is currently $5.00 per year. The address is 184 Phelps Street, Painesville, OH 44077. Genially, Cynthia in Lake County On Sat, 23 Oct 1999 15:24:46 EDT [email protected] writes: >In a message dated 10/23/99 2:33:08 PM Eastern Daylight Time, >[email protected] writes: > ><< The latest "Lake Lines" >> > >Hi Carolyn & fellow list folk - >I'm intrigued by the mention of "Lake Lines" . Could someone educate >me on >what this is? >Susan >>[email protected]~------^-v----v-^[email protected]~ >Susan McMackin Reynolds >~ the heritage preservation lady ~ >instruction, consultation, photo/memory book assembly & ghostwriting > & supplies designed to last beyond your lifetime >Box 397, Nassau DE 19969 >Voicemail:302-644-4564 Fax:302-644-4562 >*~*~*~* >Searching for roots in: * Colonial MA, VT, RI, CT & NY (1600s & >1700s) >* PA: 1700-present & >* the Ohio Western Reserve - 1800-present >*~*~*~* >Connect to me &others who share your interests at <A >HREF="http://www.planetall.com/main.asp?s=1043&cid=966275 >">PlanetAll</A> >Were hot dogs ever made of dogs? Find out with a free subscription to ><A >HREF="http://go.MailBits.com/trivia.asp?9954.1">MailBits</A> >Empower Yourself with <A >HREF="http://www.homestead.com/challenged/index.html">Free E-zine, >Online >Classes & More</A> > ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj.

MOTHER'S THE DEVIL. - In a cabin home of Trumbull County, resided, in the first decade of the century , a family with numerous small children. One autumn the father was absent trying to earn something to carry them through the winter. The best the mother could do to sate the hunger of the youngsters, was to provide them with mush, made from the glazing corn she grated, and milk. This uniformity of diet became, like sixty or seventy successive meals of codfish, to some people, very unsatisfactory, and they raised a rebellion, but it was no use. The good mother was doing the best she could. Finally, one evening the children got together at the side of the house for a discussion of the situation, and one of the boys, with a discernment equal to that of a free silver statesman, solved the question by exclaiming, "I know why we can't have anything better to eat. Mother's the devil," a sentiment applauded by the whole bevy of little folks, whilst the mother sat - a listener - within. It was in the same home, a little later, that the mother had placed five of those kids in their trundle bed, as was her custom, lying "spoon fashion" in order that they might be the more warmly tucked in. One of them was a very nervous, fidgety fellow, named Solomon. Little Sol kept rolling and tumbling about and disturbing matters generally, until the others, in their desperation, cried, "Mother, mother, Tholomon won't lie thspoon." Few mothers or children can comprehend the expedients resorted to in those days in the various domestic relations, in order to get along. The spirit and aptness of the boy of the first quarter of the century, is still fully manifest. In one of our model lake shore villages but recently, for purposes of mutual accommodation, the churches arranged to have their holiday exercises on separate evenings, beginning at the Presbyterian house on Wednesday before Christmas. Thursday morning three sprightly lads were overheard discussing the matter in this wise: - First Boy - "That was just a splendid Christmas we had at the Presbyterian Church last night." Second Boy - "There was no Christmas last night. Christmas is going to be at the Episcopal Church to-night" Third Boy - "Pshaw, I tell you Christmas wasn't last night and it won't be to-night. It will be tomorrow night at the Methodist Church. Our superintendent says so." Second Boy - "Humph, there are two skylights in the seat of your breeches, and my mother don't allow me to play with any such boy." To show the way hot-bed processes, which are becoming much too prevalent in Sunday School, as in public instruction, are occasionally punctured, the following is adduced. Some months ago when the lesson was on John the Baptist, an over-zealous mother in Trumbull County took many different ways to explain to little Fred how the great fore-runner was disposed of, thus completely befogging the childish mind. A day or two later, wishing to test him, she called the boy and queried, "Well, Freddy, how did they kill the Baptist?" Meantime, the man with the horn-saw had operated upon his father's herd, to which Fred had been an eye witness, and it had made a much more vivid impression on his mind than all his mother's illustrations. Studying a moment, he exclaimed, "O, mamma, they dehorned him."

A PRACTICAL JOKE - The practical joking proclivities of the early settlers are proverbial. To play a joke upon someone came like a second nature. Some of them were so practical that were they perpetrated now they would be the cause of either a fistic encounter or a lawsuit. James King, Sr. and Ira Case were well-to-do farmers in Vernon Township, Trumbull County, both living south of "the center," Mr. King about one and one-half miles and Mr. Case about one-half mile farther. Almost directly across the road from Mr. King's house was a magnificent field of clover nearly ready to be cut, which he intended soon to have done. It was election day, and Mr. King was one of the judges. Mr. Case was on his way to election. When near this field of clover, he met a drover with a large heard of cattle which he wished to "bait" somewhere, at noon. Mr. Case told him to turn them into that field of clover. The drover expressed surprise, but Mr. Case assured him it made no difference as they should "plow it under." Accordingly the cattle were turned into the field. Mr. Case hastened to the center and told Mr. King he better hurry home as a man seemed to be taking possession down there. Getting excused, he hastened home. Upon the roadside he found a man watching the cattle as they were eating. Mr. King inquired of him whose cattle they were and they came in that field. He was told that the "owner" told him to turn them in. It at once dawned upon Mr. King that Mr. Case was the one to blame for his clover being trampled down, and of course he watched his opportunity to repay him. J.I. King, M.D., Martel, O

NON OFFENSIVE WAY TO CALL A MAN A LIAR - The presidential campaign of 1840 was the most enthusiastic one that has ever occurred in our country. For many years the Democratic party had been in power, and the leaders of the Whig party felt that their party ought to be placed in control of the affairs of the government. The administration of Martin Van Buren would terminate in 1841, and the Whigs nominated Gen. Wm. H. Harrison to succeed to the Presidency. The Democrats renominated Martin Van Buren. The Whigs charged the administration of Mr. Van Buren with gross incompetency, dishonesty, and great extravagance in the White House, altogether unbecoming a Republican form of government. It was charged that he had purloined from the White House, many of the valuables belonging thereto, and had sent them to his private home at Kinderhook where they were used by "Prince John," his eldest son, in dispensing a princely hospitality. It was charged, specifically, that all the best spoons had been taken from the "White House" and transferred to the home of the "Sage of Kinderhook". The election occurred in November, and General Harrison was elected, much to the gratification of the Whigs. The bitter feeling that had been engendered during the campaign, was not speedily allayed. For months after the election, when Whigs and Democrats came together, many of the charges of the campaign were reviewed with more or less earnestness. In the north part of our town, Lenox, lived, as adjacent neighbors, two good citizens, one a Whig, and the other a red-hot Van Buren Democrat. The latter had formerly lived in the State of New York, not far from the home of Van Buren, and was a great friend and admirer of the President, and nothing would awaken his wrath quicker than to have the honor of his presidential friend in any way called in question. The former came to our town from the State of Vermont and was as zealous a Whig as his near neighbor was a Democrat. Personally they were good friends but politically they were great enemies. Along in the winter of 1840-41 there was to be a lawsuit in the neighborhood, growing out of a horse trade, and everybody turned out to hear and see the fun. My father was one of the spectators, and he allowed me, a boy just in my teens, to go with him. While the crowd was waiting for the lawyers to arrive from the county seat, the above-described Whig and Democrat got to reviewing the 1840 campaign. The Whig affirmed that Van Buren stole the White House spoons. This was denied by the Democrat-re-affirmed and denied several times. Finally the Democrat, a large, portly man, straightening himself in the most pompous man, said: - "Neighbor, either you or I lie like h__l, and I swear I don't." This closed the political debate for that time and the disputants and spectators adjourned to listen to the legal combat. N. E. French, Jefferson, O.

AN EARLY INCIDENT- About 1820, some years before I was born, there came into Lenox, as pioneer settlers a man and wife who were some thirty-five years of age. The husband was, in several ways, a character, and had many peculiarities which soon became generally known, and rendered him an object of dislike to all. Among his other bad qualities was the love of strong drink; and on all occasions, when some other party furnished the whiskey, he made freer use of it than any other of the men. So great was his penuriousness, he was never known to treat a friend "to a drink," either at his own home or at the bar of the pioneer tavern. This stinginess was most severely criticized, and close watch was kept for an opportunity to even up the score of his delinquencies. The time came. He must have a barn to house the products of his farm. A mechanic had been employed to hew the timber and prepare the frame. Invitations were sent in all directions, into all the nearby towns, to the men to come to the raising on a specified day. Along with the invitations went the information, furnished by the mechanic, that the owner of the barn had just bought and got home a full barrel of whiskey. This fact, alone, was sufficient to induce everybody to accept the invitation, and many were on hand who had received no bid. In some mysterious way I shall not attempt to explain, the agreement seemed to have been unanimously reached that the barn should not be erected until the barrel of whiskey was completely exhausted. For three days and two nights the Pioneers of several of our now prosperous townships, wrestled with that 30 x 40 foot barn and their neighbor's whiskey, and history declares that the whiskey was gone before the rafters of the barn were in place. When more whiskey was demanded, the owner of the barn is said to have responded: "You have robbed me of my full year's stock of whiskey, you have eaten the last morsel of food my wife had cooked in the house, and now if you go to your several homes and leave us alone, my wife and I will try to put the rafters on our barn and put the building in shape to shelter our crops. I look upon myself as the victim of a cruel joke."

Since this book is so small I will send the rest of the stories that are in the book. Not all at once - anecdote by anecdote as my time allows. Enjoy! FROM THE FIRELANDS - The first regular settlement on these was in 1808. The few inhabitants were isolated and suffered much for want of food and clothing. They subsisted much of the time on parched and pounded corn, together with wild meat. It is recorded that once upon a time, a hunter rapped at a cabin door, and was bidden enter by a feeble voice from within. Doing so, he found a pale emanciated woman sitting by the fire, holding a puny babe. On beholding him, the women burst into tears. Soon recovering herself, she pointed to the bed saying, "There is my little Edward, I expect he is dying; here is my babe so sick I cannot lay it down. I am so feeble I can scarce remain in my chair, and poor husband lies buried beside the cabin. Oh, that I could fall into my mother's arms!" It was only one of many similar scenes incident to pioneer life on the Reserve. In my early boyhood I used to fish with a young lawyer, named "Thom" Johnson, residing near Seville, Medina County. On one occasion he told me, that whilst hunting on the Fire Lands sometime in the thirties, he, together with two or three others, became lost in the forest and did not find a clearing until late in the evening. Making their way to a log house, in thecenter of this, they found it occupied by a lone woman. Stating their case, they asked supper and lodging. The woman told them she had nothing but a little meal and some milk. From the meal she made a johnnycake and of this and the milk, they partook with a relish and then retired to bed. During the entire night, the hostess busied herself grating the glazing corn on the bottom of a pan punched full of holes, in order to have the wherewith to breakfast her guests. The frugal meal over, they asked for their bill. "O, nothing," was the reply. A five dollar bill was placed in her hands, and the hunters pursued their way as well satisfied as though they had lodged at a hotel. Those were the days of genuine, unselfish pioneer hospitality. The following, from Howe's "Historical Collections of Ohio," shows something of the early penchant for visiting: "A gentleman settled with his family about two miles west of Vermillion River without a neighbor near him. Soon after, a man and wife settled on the opposite side of the river, about three miles distant. The lady on the westside was very anxious to meet her east-side neighbor, and sent her a message stating when she would make her a visit. At the appointed time she went with her husband to the river but found it so swollen from recent rains as to render it impossible to cross on foot. There was no canoe or horse in that part of the country. The obstacle was apparently insurmountable. Fortunately, the man on the other side was fertile in expedients; he yoked up his oxen anticipating the event, and arrived at the river just as the others were about leaving. Springing upon the back of one of the oxen, he rode him across the river, and when he had reached the west bank, the lady, Europa-like, fearlessly sprang upon the back of the other, and was borne safely across the surging waters, and safely landed upon the opposite bank. When her visit was concluded, she returned in the same manner."

My Greene's are Polly Bentley who married Royal Greene in 1847 in Willoughby. Their children were Melvin Greene, Cleveland schoolteacher, died 1922 in Kirtland and Ella who I believe married a Metcalf. She died 1912 in Kirtland I think. Mrs. C I Peck of Eagleville, OH contributed the story about Typical Pioneering - Ira Tuttle and here's another story in the book about Peck's A PIONEER VISIT - In Conneaut, many years ago, Mrs. Daniel Hazeltine paid Mrs. Elizer Peck a visit. The journey of two miles was made in an ox cart in which Mrs. H. had placed her cards and wool. The time going and coming was spent in carding "rolls," that the daughters might not be in want of something to spin. During the afternoon's visit, the same industry was manifest. Carding, hatcheling and knitting were regular accompaniments of visiting. It is not to be inferred from this that gossip was wanting, though the subjects were generally quite different from those of the present day. Telling fortunes was a regular accompaniement of the tea table. Western Reserve Centennial Souvenir 1896 by H U Johnson, Orwell, Ohio

--part1_0.658f3f19.25446ce0_boundary Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit --part1_0.658f3f19.25446ce0_boundary Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Disposition: inline Return-path: [email protected] From: [email protected] Full-name: BHurst1948 Message-ID: <[email protected]> Date: Sat, 23 Oct 1999 15:13:08 EDT Subject: Re: history book To: [email protected] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Windows AOL sub 41 Was your Hopkins married to a Tuttle Phoebe? If so, I am very interested in comparing our notes. Also, who are the Green's in your line? I have Greens also in Kirtland. >From the book: TYPICAL PIONEERING - Ira Tuttle came to the south part of Austinburg, Ashtabula County, in 1810; made a small clearing, the first, on the bank of Mills Creek; built him a cabin; and then walked back to Connecticut. The following spring there were seen gathered about a huge covered wagon, to which were attached six yoke of oxen, fourteen persons, four families in all. To the rear end of this ancient "schooner" were tethered several cows, whilst a "dasher" churn could be seen standing in the box. Around this group were assembled a large number of friends and neighbors. The church pastor came forward and read a portion of Scripture, a hymn was sung, prayer offered, and then, amid final good-byes and tears, the little band of emigrants took up their western march, one of the mothers bearing in her arms for the entire journey a delicate infant. On that long ago morning, most of them looked upon the home of childhood for the last time. For fourteen weeks they cut their way through forest, forded streams, or wended along the beach of the Lake before they reached Mr. Tuttle's cabin in New Connecticut. Nights they camped about the wagon, the cows supplied them with milk, daily was there a churning of butter, and with thankful hearts and healthy bodies they made a final unpacking amid the flowers of May in Grand River Valley. For thirty years the family of Mr. Tuttle was regularly represented at the old Austinburg Church on Sunday, excepting once. On that day his pious team, "Baalam" and "Syphax" were duly attached to the "Old Ship of Zion," as his family carriage was called, and left standing at the door. There was a moment's delay within; not so without. The church bell gave out its inviting peals. the team, as was it's custom, yielded at once to the call, and was off at a brisk pace, duly halted at the church landing and, after a moments waiting, quietly walked to their shed, where they were found by those of the menfolks able to walk. Mrs. Tuttle spun, wove and bleached the linen for her wedding dress and household furnishings, in 1807. Mrs. C. I. Peck, Eagleville O --part1_0.658f3f19.25446ce0_boundary--

--part1_0.9beca72f.25446c9b_boundary Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit --part1_0.9beca72f.25446c9b_boundary Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Disposition: inline Return-path: [email protected] From: [email protected] Full-name: BHurst1948 Message-ID: <[email protected]> Date: Sat, 23 Oct 1999 15:02:39 EDT Subject: Re: [OHTRUMBU] Western Reserve Centennial Book 1796 - 1896 To: [email protected] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Windows AOL sub 41 Hi.. Forbes was only a last name mentioned in the beginning of the book as early settlers. SUCKLING TWINS - Elisha Giddings and Titus Hayes, two of the pioneers of Wayne, Ashtabula County, held a contest with a she bear that had seized one of their dogs and was hugging him to death. They finally killed her with an ax. On looking about, they discovered a couple of cubs which were taken home. Being neighbors and their wives having young babes, and there being no pugs in those days, the women concluded to add a couple of pets to their family relations, and began a diligent suckling of the young bruins. But it was no go. The cubs languished under a purely human diet and soon died, much to the grief of the aesthetic ladies. David Hart, Wick., Ohio Hope these are your line! A story to add. Barb --part1_0.9beca72f.25446c9b_boundary--

--part1_0.b727d35e.25446c5a_boundary Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit --part1_0.b727d35e.25446c5a_boundary Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Disposition: inline Return-path: [email protected] From: [email protected] Full-name: BHurst1948 Message-ID: <[email protected]> Date: Sun, 24 Oct 1999 10:02:10 EDT Subject: Re: Little Book - Western Reserve Centenial To: [email protected] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Windows AOL sub 41 Hi Charlie - This is a cute story - enjoy! A Supply of Pork - In the fall of the year 1812, Ralph Freeman, one of the early pioneers of Braceville Township, started, rifle in hand, up the Mahoning River, in search of his cows. The valley at this time was a vast wilderness, and wild hogs roamed through the woods in large numbers. In his wanderings, Ralph came upon a large drove of these wild denizens of the forest. The temptation for a fine porker was great; the larder needed replenishing, and now was the time to accomplish it. Selecting one of the largest, he took deliberate aim, and his trusty rifle brought its victim to the ground. But it ws only a moment until there was a general uproar among the infuriated herd. Soon they discovered the cause of their trouble and rushed en mass toward their assailant. His only refuge was a tree, and he had just succeeded in reaching the lower branches when it was surrounded by the bristling, angry herd. In his haste his rifle was left at the foot of the tree. The only question now was, which would hold out the longer. After patiently waiting two long hours, Ralph concluded the porkers were stayers, and something must be done. His stentorian voice rang through the woods until it reached the ear of Vernon Allen, who, with his brother Harvey, started in the direction from which the sound came. They soon discovered the predicament their neighbor was in. A council of war was held, and it was decided to take the enemy by storm. Sheltered by the trees, they commenced firing into the ranks. It was not until some twenty of the hogs were killed and the herd scattered, that our hero designed to set foot again on terra firma. It is needless to say, that there was no lack of pork and bacon among the settlers during the winter following. H. F. Austin, Braceville, O. >From Western Reserve Centennial Souvenir 1896 by H U Johnson --part1_0.b727d35e.25446c5a_boundary--