--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--