Jonathan Lindley: From Orange County to Orange County (52 Ancestors #08)

I haven’t done any real research on my Lindley line yet.  I suppose I always thought they’re fairly well documented and it will all still be there when I’m ready.  Jonathan Lindley was my sixth great grandfather and my eighth great uncle.  I am descended from his daughter, Hannah, and his nephew, Owen.  My grandpa told me a story about Jonathan Lindley on more than one occasion.

In the spring of 1811, Jonathan Lindley and his wife, she was Deborah Dicks (or Dix), moved their whole family and a large number of freed slaves from North Carolina up here to Indiana, up in Orange County.  They were Quakers, see, and they didn’t believe that people should be slaves.  They wanted to make sure that these freed slaves got up here safely.  They also wanted to live in a state where slavery was illegal.  I don’t know exactly how many went or what all their names were, but one of them freed slaves was called Alexander Polecat.  He was a character.  Always crackin’ jokes.

When they got to the Ohio River, they had to camp a while on the Kentucky side.  The water was too high to cross, see.  So, they camped there the first night and everything was fine, but the next mornin’, Jonathan Lindley’s dog was missin’.  Well they looked around and they called for him but he never did come, so they figured he must’ve been scared off by an animal or somethin’.  Some time later, they got a letter from an old neighbor down in North Carolina sayin’ the dog come home.  Now, isn’t that somethin’, a dog findin’ his way back home all those miles?

In February of 2014, I went to Orange County, Indiana with my dad.  We stopped at Lick Creek Friends Cemetery to see Jonathan and Deborah Lindley’s memorial stone.

Jonathan and Deborah Lindley memorial stone with original tombstones on either side.  Photo taken by Melissa Wiseheart, 28 Feb 2014.

Jonathan and Deborah Lindley memorial stone with original tombstones on either side. Photo taken by Melissa Wiseheart, 28 Feb 2014.

I will get around to researching the Lindleys.  My focus, for the moment, is telling the stories of those ancestors whose lives are relatively unknown.

Rebecca Gilbert: Quaker Daughter, Seneca Daughter (52 Ancestors #07)

Rebecca Gilbert is my favorite ancestor to research.  I feel close to her, not because we have any similarities, but because she is the first ancestor of mine who had a story that I could read.  All I had in the beginning of my research was a pedigree chart from my grandmother and a handful of notes.  One day, after Sunday lunch, my grandpa told me he had a book about my sixth great grandmother, Rebecca Gilbert.  The book was Captured by the Indians:  The Seldom Told Stories of Horatio Jones and the Benjamin Gilbert Family by George Henry Harris and William Walton (2003).  He lent it to me and, as I read and learned about what she had gone through, she became real to me.  She was no longer just a name on a pedigree chart.  I wanted to learn more about her, but I wasn’t entirely sure where to start.

A few months later, I was helping a patron at work who wanted to research Native American ancestry.  It was then that I noticed a smallish, red bound book with gilt lettering on the spine, which read, “Gilbert Narrative.”  When the patron had finished, I took my break and went back for the book.  The book was The Captivity and Sufferings of Benjamin Gilbert and His Family, 1780-83 by William Walton and Frank H. Severance (1904).  This one included a copy of the original text, plus an illustration of Benjamin being led off by Indians, a photograph of the Gilbert homestead in Byberry, the ancestry of Benjamin Gilbert, memoirs of the surviving captives, a family tree for Benjamin’s children, and historical notes.  It should have contained a map of their travels, but it had long since been torn out.

Suddenly, I had more information about my sixth great grandmother.  It had been right under my nose for two years.  I spent my breaks over the next week reading this book and writing things down.  This reprint also included a bibliography of all related publications.  Since this book differed so much from the one my grandfather had shown me, I wondered what other editions might reveal.  I began my search for these other books.  Luckily, Internet Archive had digitized some of them.  They have recently added the original as well.

Each one has something to add to the story, whether for the best or not.  Before I begin the story I should note that the family were Quakers and they never used the names of the days of the week or the months of the year since most of those names were derived from the names of pagan gods.  They also had an old and new style of dating, which can be confusing at times.  I’m writing the dates here exactly as they appear in the text.

The basic story of the Gilbert family is that the family were surprised at about sunrise on the 25th day of the 4th month, 1780 by a party of eleven Indians.  These Indians were Rowland Monteur and John Monteur (Mohawk); Samuel Harris, John Huston, and John Huston, Jr. (Cayuga); John Fox (Delaware); and five unnamed Seneca.  They raided and burned all of the buildings on the property.  They took captive fifteen people:  Benjamin Gilbert and his wife, Elizabeth; their children, Joseph, Jesse, Rebecca, Abner, and Elizabeth; Jesse’s wife, Sarah; Elizabeth’s sons from a previous marriage, Thomas and Benjamin Peart; Benjamin Peart’s wife, Elizabeth, and their daughter, Elizabeth; Benjamin Gilbert’s nephew, Benjamin Gilbert; Abigail Dodson, a neighbor’s daughter; and Andrew Harrigar, a hired hand.

The Indians bound their hands and forced the captives to walk northward toward Fort Niagara.  The journey was difficult, with little rest and not much to eat.  Andrew Harrigar managed to escape on the tenth day.  On the 24th day of the 5th month, Colonel Guy Johnson and Colonel Butler secured the release of Benjamin and Elizabeth Gilbert and their son, Jesse.  The rest of the captives were given over to various Indian families.  Rebecca and her cousin, Benjamin, were given to Rowland Monteur and his wife, who was the daughter of the Seneca Chief Siangorochti (Sayenqueraghta) and a Cayuga mother of high rank.  They lived with the Seneca on Buffalo Creek (Buffalo River), about four miles from Fort Erie.  They were adopted into the family of Siangorochti as replacements for family members that had been killed.  The story, according to William Walton, another of Rebecca’s cousins, is that Benjamin was happy in his new life while Rebecca suffered much and only wanted to get back home.

Another account, given by Rebecca’s fourth great grandson, Everitt Kirk Harris, states that “she was reluctant to leave her adopted relatives and customs.”  This account was passed down through the family.

Regardless of the conditions, there are some facts.  Benjamin Gilbert, Rebecca’s father, died on the 8th day of the 6th month, 1780.  Her adopted father, Rowland Monteur, died in September of 1781 (according to Severance’s notes).  Rebecca and Benjamin were released on the 1st day of the 6th month, 1782, and sailed for Montreal two days later.  They were the last two members of the Gilbert family to be released.  The entire surviving Gilbert family arrived in Byberry, Pennsylvania on the 28th day of the 9th month, 1782.

Walton’s third edition gives a synopsis of Rebecca’s life after returning home.

Walton, William.  A Narrative of the Captivity and Sufferings of Benjamin Gilbert and His Family, Who Were Taken by the Indians in the Spring of 1780.  Third Edition.  Philadelphia:  Printed by John Richards, 1848.  pp. 222-223.

Walton, William. A Narrative of the Captivity and Sufferings of Benjamin Gilbert and His Family, Who Were Taken by the Indians in the Spring of 1780. Third Edition. Philadelphia: Printed by John Richards, 1848. pp. 222-223.

Rebecca’s will names only nine children:  Elizabeth, William, Joseph, Rachel, Rebecca, Hannah, Charles, George, and John.

Last Will and Testament of Rebecca Rakestraw, 5 Jul 1841

Last Will and Testament of Rebecca Rakestraw, 5 Jul 1841

I feel as though I have a complete story for Rebecca.  I am, however, left with a question.  Why are only nine of Rebecca’s eleven children named in her will?  Only three possible reasons come immediately to mind.  Either the person who wrote the synopsis was incorrect and there were only nine children, the other two children died without heirs before the date of the will, or Rebecca did not count them as her children for some reason.  Even though I have a fairly complete story for Rebecca, I continue to look for information.  One item on my bucket list is to follow the path that Rebecca and her family followed.  At the very least, I want to see the monument in The Seneca Indian Park in Buffalo, New York.  I found an image of the plaque recently.

First White Women Monument, Seneca Indian Park, Buffalo, New York, Ancestry.com.

First White Women Monument, Seneca Indian Park, Buffalo, New York, Ancestry.com.

Following Up on Ezra Gilliland

In the John Bridges Trial, two of his step-sons testified for him.  It prompted me to learn more about them.  I’m descended from their sister Mary Elizabeth.  I have been unsuccessful thus far in finding anything on William.  It seems he moved away.  Ezra, however, stayed in New Albany, Indiana and there are some things I found for him.

From his trial testimony, he had been at Mr. Underhill’s house.  John Underhill was a ship carpenter.  Ezra’s brother William was a deck hand.  His step-father was a shipyard watchman.  In the 1860 Census, no occupation is listed for Ezra.  His obituary says he was a steamboat engineer, and it’s easy to see where the influence came from.

One of the more colorful items was Ezra’s divorce.  He married Ruth Helen Ruter on April 14, 1870.  After twenty years of marriage, he filed for divorce.

New Albany Ledger, Saturday 1 Feb 1890, p.5, column 2, Stuart Barth Wrege Indiana History Room

New Albany Ledger, Saturday 1 Feb 1890, p.5, column 2, Stuart Barth Wrege Indiana History Room

New Albany Evening Tribune, Saturday 1 Feb 1890, p.4, column 3, NewspaperArchive.com

New Albany Evening Tribune, Saturday 1 Feb 1890, p.4, column 3, NewspaperArchive.com

It’s far from a complete story on Ezra, but it does give me a sense of who he was.

Marie Neider: The Dancing Queen (52 Ancestors #06)

I know very little about my great grandmother, Marie Neider.  She was born in Lampertheim, Germany to parents Christian and Elisabeth Neider on January 25, 1922.  She had three daughters, one of whom died at the age of one, and one adopted son.  She was married to Rolf Wolfgang Wölfert genannt Schmidt.  She died in November of 1993, when I was ten years old.

My only memories of Oma (Marie) are vague at best.  She and Opa (Rolf) flew here from Germany to visit for a while when I was about one and a half.  I remember walking with Oma and Opa down a sidewalk.  I remember stopping to smell the roses on the rose bush with them.  I remember them giving me Äpfel (apples).  I remember Oma laughing a lot.

Years later, in 1989, I remember waiting with my family in the kitchen for a while.  The Berlin Wall had just come down and we were waiting for her phone call.  I remember my mom and grandmother talking to her, but I don’t remember getting to talk to her.  Although, I was six, so I may just not remember.

I recently asked my grandmother to tell me about her.  I’ve heard stories, both good and bad, over the years, but I really wanted to know what she was like.  She told me that Oma was a very social person.  She loved to go to parties and her favorite thing to do was dance.  Whenever she danced, she was happy.

Gottfried und Marie tanzen.

Gottfried und Marie tanzen.

There is much that I need to learn about her still.  I’m planning to take a class on German genealogy to learn how to find records over there.  My grandmother said that her sister has a book with information in it that she will see if she can get copies of for us.

Mary Katherine Wiseheart: Nearly Two and Too Young

Mary Katherine Wiseheart died at the age of one year and nine months.  She drowned in the neighbors’ fish pond.  What little I knew of Mary Katherine came from my grandpa.  Recently, as the family were going through things at Grandpa’s house, my uncle opened a book and found a piece of paper folded up.  The note on the outside indicated that it was a lock of Mary Katherine’s hair.  He opened it and it was indeed a lock of hair.  I find it very hard to describe colors between blonde and brown, but I suppose it would be called ash.

This discovery prompted me to want to know all I could about her, but since she died so young, I felt sure that I wouldn’t be able to find much.  As always, I began my search at the library.  I looked for a death record.  It didn’t yield any new information.  It did, however, have a note that read “coroner inquest.”  I looked for the coroner’s inquest, but she died in July of 1936 and the inquests on microfilm stop at February of 1936.  I’ll have to check with the original repository to see if they have later inquests.  I also checked the newspaper index to look for an obituary.  Nothing had been indexed for Mary Katherine Wiseheart or variant spellings.

For a moment, I was at a loss.  I thought about it and realized that I did have her date of death, 9 Jul 1936.  I decided to look for the obituary manually.  I pulled the roll for the New Albany Tribune that included July 1936.  I started with the 9th and moved forward.  To my surprise, there was a large, front page article on her death in the paper for the 10th.  I believe that the only reason she was so prominently featured was because there had been another drowning the day before.

New Albany Tribune, Friday 10 July 1936, p.1, column 2, Stuart Barth Wrege Indiana History Room

New Albany Tribune, Friday 10 July 1936, p.1, column 2, Stuart Barth Wrege Indiana History Room

I cried as I read it, feeling only a small measure of what her family must have felt.  And I wondered at Sanford’s reaction.  For a father who just lost a baby girl, he seemed to me to be calm about it.  But the paper did say he was shocked.  More than that though, as I researched Sanford for a future post, I learned a lot about his character and the things he had been through before this point and I now understand his reaction.

Mary Katherine, though not quite two years old, touched lives in such a way that those of us who never had the opportunity to know her have still grown up hearing of her.