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60TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY PARTY for Benjamin and Elizabeth Jane Champion Jackson
60TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY PARTY for Benjamin and Elizabeth Jane Champion Jackson
On Sept. 22nd a goodly number of the relatives and friends met at the Antwerp grove with Benj. B. Jackson and Elizabeth J. (Champion) Jackson to celebrate their sixtieth wedding anniversary; who were married in Clermont county, Ohio, on Sept 23,… 
An Account of the Murder of Parmenas Jackson:
An Account of the Murder of Parmenas Jackson:
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The tory inhabitants, whether natives or refugees, were the constant dread of those on the other side, who had any thing to lose, or who had, by their patriotism, rendered themselves obnoxious to their despicable malice.

Even the… 
Banks was member of Union Light Guards
Banks was member of Union Light Guards
By Dortha Schaefer

Last week's 'Progress' carried a Spice Rack column that told of the Union Light Guard, a company of men from Ohio that guarded President Abraham Lincoln. The publication that carried the original article didn't list any of… 
Benjamin Jackson, By Virgil Allen, 1937
Benjamin Jackson, By Virgil Allen, 1937
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BENJAMIN JACKSON was born March 5, 1752 near the village of Rockaway, township of Pequannock, county of Morris, New Jersey.

William Jackson, a nephew, has recorded that Benjamin lived in the house his father had… 
Complete HCPD Jackson Ledger with index and notes
Complete HCPD Jackson Ledger with index and notes
Here is the only transcription of the notes from P.A. Jackson's 1887, Jackson Ledger. While it is unclear as to who P.A. Jackson really is, he/she may be a descendant of Martha Jane Bassel Jackson. It was found by Janie Jackson Kimble through the Hackers Creek Pioneer Descendants (HCPD) Organization located in Horners, West Virginia. This document contains her transcription notes as a Preface and she has also provided an Index. This is the only place where you will find a transcription and index of this document. It's a great find and has provided a starting point for many Jackson descendants. Through further research, information contained in the Ledger has been proven or disproven over time. For more information about the HCPD organization, please visit their URL at http://www.hackerscreek.com/ 
Eccentric Calhoun character Creed Brooks, known for his quick wit and outstanding penmanship, would travel to Bull River in the earlier part of this century to express his oratory at the Literary Society.

His dress and persona would make him an irregular at such a fine group. Creed tended to dress down.

Creed stories have been told so many times, much like legends of Paul Bunyan, after a while they become muddled. But the gist of each story remains, enough tales to fill a "Creed Brooks Compendium. Creed would get out on Rt. 5 above Brooksville (Big Bend) and thumb for a ride in either direction.

He just wanted out of the house. Creed had a predisposition for being struck by automobiles, and surviving the incidents with little harm. It was told that Grantsville resident, Winfield Thomas once struck Creed and knocked him over the hill into the weeds along the Little Kanawha River. Crawling back on the highway, he inquired of the terror-stricken driver - "How much do I owe for your car, Winfield?"

Creed, who had some knowledge of the law and was a Notary (some say a Justice of Peace), often hung out at Holbert's Store at Big Bend. Holbert's, other than the Stump Funeral Home in Grantsville, may be the oldest business in Calhoun. The Village of Big Bend is yet referred to as "Brooksville," because of the colorful man's presence.

A traveling salesman became interested in Creed because he never seemed to work and inquired of him how he kept starvation away from the door. Creed replied, "Well, I'll tell you mister. In the morning I eat a bowl of dried apples. At noon I drink a lot of water and in the evening I just swell up in time for bed."

A well-known girl of social status was walking to the high school in Grantsville with her friends, when she came upon the crusty, unkempt man. She announced to her friends, "We don't speak to trash," after which Creed replied, "My dear lady, I never fail to..." (1998)


From Janie J. Kimble:

Creed Brooks was the second husband of Francena Alice (Frankie) Lane. Frankie married Creed after she and John Thomas (Tom) Jackson were divorced.

So Creed is not a Jackson, but the story was too good to pass up. It was found at http://www.hurherald.com an online newspaper published from a spot in the road called Hur, Calhoun County, West Virginia.

This newspaper has all kinds of news, stories, obits old & new, photos and just generally good stuff for anyone interested in Calhoun County. 
Founders of the Boy Scouts of America
Founders of the Boy Scouts of America
Daniel Carter Beard was married to Beatrice 'Alice' Jackson. He was one of the founders of the Boy Scouts of America. 
HISTORY OF GLEN COVE, By Antonia Petrash, Carol Stern, and Carol McCrossen
HISTORY OF GLEN COVE, By Antonia Petrash, Carol Stern, and Carol McCrossen
The history of Glen Cove, like that of most other settlements on the North Shore of Long Island is closely associated with the history of its waterfront. Surrounded by water of three sides, Glen Cove presently has over ten miles of waterfront including: three public beaches, two nature preserves, a public golf course and a public park. It was the waterfront that first attracted the Native Americans, the City’s founding fathers and ultimately the wealthy families who would later create the Gold Coast of Glen Cove.

I - A Settlement is Founded

On May 24, 1668 Joseph Carpenter of Warwick Rhode Island purchased about 2,000 acres of land to the northwest of the Town of Oyster Bay from the Matinecock Indians. Later in that year he admitted four co-partners into the project - three brothers, Nathaniel, Daniel, and Robert Coles, and Nicholas Simkins, all residents of Oyster Bay. The five young men named the settlement “Musketa Cove,” which in the Matinecock language means “this place of rushes.” These settlers have been known forever after as the five original proprietors of Musketa Cove Plantation.

Carpenter and his friends saw great potential in their new community. They constructed a saw mill and a gristmill across what is now known as Glen Cove Creek. The harbor was ideal for shipping lumber to New York City and the creek was dammed to provide power for the mills. Their goal was furnish New York City with lumber for the construction of housing. The site for the saw mill had many congenial conditions - a fine stream, opportunity for a short dam, and easy access to navigable water at high tide.

The proprietors and their families built their homes near the campfires of the Indians along a street atop a hill overlooking the saw mill. They were blessed with the brave spirit of the pioneer. They were not afraid to work long hours to mold the raw materials of nature into the finished products needed to build a civilization. While each had land for his own homestead, much of the land was maintained as common space for the grazing of cattle. The first settled street in Glen Cove, called "The Place" still survives today.

The lumber produced by the saw mill found a ready market in New York City. By 1679, two years after Carpenter's purchase from the Indians was officially ratified by the colonial New York government, the mill was producing nine different thickness of boards and timber, as well as tile laths, shingle laths, wainscot, "feather-edged" boards for paneling, and custom-cut walnut for cabinet-making.

By this time the tiny group of settlers had grown considerably. A contributing factor to the sudden influx of settlers was King Philips’s War, which drove many out of New England for fear of their lives. In less than a decade after its settlement, the community of Musketa Cove had among its population carpenters, weavers, wool spinners, saddlers, tailors, millers, shipbuilders, and many tradesmen. They had their own town government, constable, overseers, Justice of the Peace and Recorder.

Some of the mill's accounts were recorded in the Musketa Cove Proprietor's Book, a hand- written record of the early settlers' land transactions and agreements. Musketa Cove Proprietor’s Book is an outstanding primary record; its pages contain a copy of the Andros Patent of 1677; references to minor land disputes with the Matinecock Indians, and family records of the Coles, Thornycraft and Carpenter families.

Some of the earliest entries are dated November 30, 1668; listed are certain Articles of Agreement signed by the five proprietors. The Proprietors agreed that “no trees shall be cut for pipe staves except as agreed upon by vote of the majority; no one shall put out hogs or cattle for summering except as agreed on by majority vote; only by vote of the majority shall any highway be built, lots laid out or fences erected.”

The saw mill built by the proprietors provided a major influx of capital from outside Glen Cove. A gristmill was built in 1677. The exports of the lumber industry were not the sole source of income, however. Colonial Governor Lord Bellomont wrote in 1699 to the Board of Trade in London describing Musketa Cove as one of the top four ports for smuggling on all of Long Island. Goods smuggled to avoid the high import taxes demanded by Mother England included brandy, rum and wine.

II - A Country Goes to War

Most Musketa Cove residents were at first uninterested in taking an active part in the Revolution. Prior to the incredible rout of the Patriot Army during the Battle of Long Island in August of 1776, more than 70 per cent of the local inhabitants attempted to remain neutral; of the remainder, only 12 per cent took the Patriot side, the other 18 per cent remaining loyal to English rule. But after the defeat of Washington's army at the Battle of Long Island in 1776, the fires of patriotism were lit. The local militia was reorganized as the "Musketa Cove Company of the Loyal Queens County Militia." Its officers wore red uniforms, with blue facings and silver buttons.

Long Island was one of the few places in North America that the British held uncontested throughout the Revolution, and as a result, dozens of British Provincial Corps (armed loyalists) and Hessian regiments were stationed on Long Island, housed in homes abandoned by Patriots who had fled the area. The population of Musketa Cove in the decade after the Revolution grew to nearly 250.

III – The Growth of Industry

The second major "industry," in Glen Cove, following the mills of the 17th and 18th century, was the mining of clay. About 1810, a local physician named Thomas Garvie, a native of Scotland, discovered that the large deposits of clay on his property (now called "Garvie's Point") were of sufficient quality for use in manufacturing pottery. Within a short time clay was being dug, and marketed in New York City, with some finding its way to the potteries of Huntington and Greenport. The discovery of clay furthered the use of the waterfront for both commercial shipping and commuter transportation.

In 1827, Dr. Thomas Garvie opened negotiations with Cornelius Vanderbilt to begin operating a steamboat between Glen Cove and New York City on a regular basis. In 1829 a daily steamboat run was made between Glen Cove and New York City. But many New York residents were reluctant to visit the town because they didn't realize that there was a difference between "mus-kee-tah" (this place of rushes) and "mosquito" (a rather pesky insect). A public meeting was held in 1834 to discuss the matter. Several possible names were suggested as alternatives. Local legend has always claimed that someone had suggested "Glen Coe," after a rather pretty spot in Scotland, which was misheard as "Glen Cove." The residents agreed to change the name to Glen Cove.

By the late 1850’s steamboat operation between New York and Glen Cove was in full swing. Glen Cove became a resort community. By the time of the Civil War there were half a dozen major hotels in Glen Cove, most centered near the steamboat landing (which was at the foot of Landing Road, within present day Morgan's Park). The largest of these was the Pavilion Hotel, which was used as a convalescent home during the Civil War for wounded soldiers. In addition to the hotels themselves, a number of "oyster saloons," taverns, and boarding houses opened in the Landing. The community catered to wealthy New York City residents who were beginning to build summer estate homes.

The Industrial Revolution did not reach Glen Cove until the 1850’s around the same time the Duryea Corn Starch Manufacturing Company relocated their main plant from Oswego to Glen Cove. The Duryea Starch Works sprawled over more than an acre and employed nearly 600 people. Employees lived in company-owned apartments, bought their food and clothes from the company store, and read the Glen Cove Gazette, which was printed at least part of its life on a press owned by the starch company. The Starch Works was not well loved by those Glen Cove residents who had no financial interest in it. The volumes of waste produced by converting corn into corn starch was flushed into Glen Cove Creek, where it settled to form a layer of putrefying, obnoxious-smelling organic detritus. The smell, pervasive in both the Glen Cove Landing and Sea Cliff, depending upon the wind, was irritating to resident and visitor alike.

IV – A Community Moves into the Twentieth Century

As with most of Glen Cove’s public institutions, the Glen Cove Public Library came from modest beginnings. It was founded in 1894, chartered in 1897, and housed in the public school building that had been built in 1893. The first librarian was Carolyn S. Reed, who would later marry another Coles descendant and would become the grandmother of the Robert R. Coles who established the library’s present historical collection. The library’s location changed over the years, and finally found its current home in 1959 next door to the Post Office. It now houses over 130,000 books, many videos, DVDs, music CDs, and offers an array of services to a community of over 25,000 residents.

By the beginning of the 20th Century the Glen Cove began to see an influx of wealthy industrialists, bankers and business people who built lavish estates, many along the waterfront. Some of the families had already established businesses in the City, including the Ladew family who built the Ladew Leather works, and the Duryeas of the Duryea Starch Works, but other wealthy residents came as well. JP Morgan, son of the industrialist, purchased an entire island, East Island where he established a palatial home. Charles Pratt of Standard Oil built a home in Glen Cove, as well as homes for seven of his eight children. Department store magnate Woolworth built Winfield Hall on Crescent Beach Road. These wealthy residents drew upon the rich pool of skilled and unskilled labor that was abundant in Glen Cove, and often built housing for their workers. Many of these estates are still standing and are in use today as schools, houses of worship and executive retreats.

For 250 years Glen Cove was part of the Town of Oyster Bay. But as the population grew to over 10,000 residents it became evident that the existing machinery of government was no longer adequate. On June 8, 1917 the Governor signed into law a bill proclaiming Glen Cove to be a City.

Since the time of the first settlers the Glen Cove community has progressed beyond anything its five original proprietors could have possibly imagined. Through wars, industrial revolutions, and changes in government it remains a thriving, growing City moving steadily into the Twenty-first Century. 
History of New York During The Revolutionary War and of The Leading Events in the Other Colonies At That Period
History of New York During The Revolutionary War and of The Leading Events in the Other Colonies At That Period
By Thomas Jones, Justice of the Supreme Court of the Province, Edited by Edward Floyd De Lancy, 1879

Page 93

In the spring of 1781, three privates of the third Battalion of De Lancey's Brigade left their quarters at Lloyd's Neck, went to a lonely house, a small distance from Jerusalem, in Queens County, belonging to one Parmenas Jackson, an honest, worthy, loyal Quaker, broke it open, murdered the man in the most cruel manner, robbed the house of 1,200 (pounds) in cash, and went off. Luckily a woman present, knew one of the villains, and knew the corps to which they belonged. An express was immediately sent to the Colonel, the rascals were soon discovered, and the greatest part of the money recovered. The criminals were sent to New York, tried by a Court Martial, found guilty, sentenced to be hanged, and the sentence confirmed by General Clinton. But this sentence, just as it was, to the surprise and astonishment of most people, was never carried into execution. Good reason, however, may be given why sentence of this kind were not executed. There may be a doubt, whether Courts Martial, in cases of murder, committed as these were, have power to try or punish, the power of such courts being restricted and limited by the mutiny act, and the articles of war. And these murders being committed upon persons having no connections with the army, the offenses were cognizable only in a court of civil law. If so, Clinton was prudent in not punishing for crimes not properly cognizable by courts Martial. But pray what reasons can Governor Robertson give, to whom it was often mentioned, for not issuing a Commission of Oyer and Terminer for the trial of these criminals? He was

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authorized so to do by his commission. The Great Seal of the province was in his possession. The court might have been as to its durations, limited to a fortnight, or three weeks only. But in such a case there must have been civil judges, a Sheriff, constables, Grand Jurors, petty jurors, etc, and this would have had so much the appearance of the re-establishment of the laws of the land and the ordinary courts of justice, that the very idea was insufferable, and every hint of the kind spurned at. The culprits lay in jail about three months, the only punishment for a horrid, wicked and deliberate murder, and were then discharged upon paying some trifling fee to the keep of the provost.

Transcribed by Jerry Gross
June, 2007 
History of the Jackson Cemetery, Wantagh, NY
History of the Jackson Cemetery, Wantagh, NY
Fact and Fancy are intertwined in the story of the oldest cemetery in Wantagh,the Jackson Cemetery, which lies just north of St.Frances de Chantal Church on Wantagh Avenue.Sixty-three graves are recorded in this cemetery, about half of those are Jacksons, while most of the others are the graves of Seamans & ALTHAUSEs.

Not far from the Jackson Cemetery stands one of the oldest houses in Wantagh, that being the home of Captain Richard JACKSON, who commanded the Jerusalem Company of the Queens County Militia in the Revolutionary War.

From that house is told the story of a Revolutionary War romance, that of Richard's daughter Jane falling in love with a Hessian soldier named John ALTHAUSE & eloping with him. The story says that a black slave carried Jane on his back across the Jerusalem swamp in the back of the house to a spot where Althause waited with two good horses. Jane's father pursued them towards East Rockaway & he caught them just after they were married there but before they could hire a boat for a honeymoon on the bay. Her father forgave them on the condition that John would give up his Hessian uniform & become an American patriot. John agreed to do so, & they all returned to Wantagh.

Is this story fact or fancy? Many believe that there were no Hessian soldiers in this area, & that John ALTHAUSE was a Tory of German descent. The ages of the John & Jane ALTHAUSE who are buried in the Jackson cemetery (if they are the same John & Jane) do not confirm the story: they were too young.

Another Revolutionary story -- which is probably based on fact is that of a raiding party from a British man-of-war anchored in Great South Bay forcing its way into the home of Parmenas Jackson in 1781, demanding money. Jackson refused to tell where the money was, and the British tortured him until his wife gave the British the money to save his life. But her efforts were in vain, because he died shortly after. Although there are no records to show it, he is believed to be interred in the Jackson Cemetery.

The only authenticated burial of a Revolutionary War soldier in the cemetery is that of Thomas JACKSON, who served in the 4th Line and the Second New York Regiment. Just before the Battle of Long Island, he received bounty money for his men to guard the stock of Queens County so that the British, who were about to invade & occupy Long Island, would not capture & slaughter the stock. He was also en- gaged in the capture of Fort St. George on November 30, 1780. Jackson was born in 1754 & died in 1842. He owned the property where the Wantagh Public Library now stands & lived on the east side of the Jerusalem River.

Most famous of those buried in the cemetery is General Jacob Seaman JACKSON, who served in the War of 1812 as a Brigadier General.

Many of the other Jacksons prospered with the good farm lands of the area, although hard times followed the Revolutionary War, as the British had depleted the livestock, wood supply, & buildings. Grist and saw mills were built, employing many in the area.

The local families gradually began to use other cemeteries in which to bury their dead, with the last recorded burial in the Jackson Cemetery being that of Jackson A. Seaman, who died January 20, 1921, although there are reports of later burials.


The Town of Hempstead fenced in the cemetery some yrs ago and mows the grass. The Wantagh American Revolution Bicentennial Committee has discussed wording for an historical marker & has asked the neighbors of the cemetery to make suggestions concerning this wording. With all opinions taken into consideration, the Town of Hempstead has been requested to erect this sign:
History of the Rockaway Borough Public Library, Rockaway, New Jersey
History of the Rockaway Borough Public Library, Rockaway, New Jersey
The building was built in the early 1800's by Colonel Joseph Jackson, Iron King of Morris County, for his son, Stephen Joseph Jackson and his wife, Mary Ann Gleason Jackson. Stephen and Mary Ann's daughter, Caroline Amelia, was married in the house. Caroline's cousin, Edmund Drake Halsey, served in the Civil War. The Library is honored to house the Halsey Collection of Civil War letters.

Dr. and Mrs. George H. Foster purchased the house in 1885 from Colonel Jackson's granddaughter, Mary. The doctor's office was on the ground floor in the right hand wing. In 1939, the late Mrs. Marie Alice Foster, widow of Dr. Foster, willed their three-story residence to the Borough to be used as a library and museum, now known as the "Foster Memorial Library."

In 1975, the building was designated a National Historic Site. Today, the Library blends the latest library materials and technology with the charm, grace, and beauty of the past.

The Architecture

The exterior of the building has the original clapboard, a slate roof, and brick chimneys. There are numerous double-hung 6-over-6 windows, many of which have the original hand-blown glass panes. The lower level features a brick fireplace with a beehive oven. On the main level, note the simple yet graceful hand-carved mantle over the fireplace, as well as the delicately carved dentils and moldings around the windows and ceiling. This simplicity in ornamentation, use of symmetry and rather plain exterior, with the exception of the front entryway, is characteristic of the restrained Federal era style.


With the financial assistance of a generous grant from the Morris County Historical Commission, and the hard work and dedication of community volunteers, the Library recently hosted a Grand Opening of the newly renovated and beautifully restored Museum Room. We sincerely thank everyone who has made this project possible.

The Collection

Collections include historic furniture, books, and artifacts from the families of Stephen Joseph Jackson and Dr. and Mrs. George H. Foster.


All Museum policies and procedures are established by the Rockaway Borough Public Library Board of Trustees.


Funding for the Museum is made possible by individual and organizational contributions. You may also support the Museum by purchasing a Remembering Rockaway book for $10.00, available at the Library.

Programs and Tours

The Museum is open for visits and tours from individuals, civic organizations and school groups by appointment only. Please call the Library Director to arrange a visit.

Note from Jerry Gross, the site mentions upcoming digital collections Jackson descendants may want to monitor.

The Edmund Drake Halsey Digital Collection of letters and photographs forthcoming.

The Allen Jenkins Digital Collection of letters and photographs forthcoming. 
Home Folks written by Cart and Eunice Jackson for their children
Home Folks written by Cart and Eunice Jackson for their children
This is a family history, briefly about Daniel Jackson, grandson of Edward and Martha Miller Jackson, but mainly about Daniel's son Hezekiah Jackson and his wife Maria Jane Hartshorn. It was Contributed by David Frazier, a descendant. Don't miss any of this fascinating account. 
Jackson Family Burial Plot Survey
Jackson Family Burial Plot Survey

This Jackson graveyard is South of Mt Clare on CR 25 (Mt Clare Rd). It is on Edward Jackson's old homestead. Today, many may know it as Mt Clare Valley Farms that Robert Mendez started. File number 9-3-21, dated 1908.

The headstones were removed by Mendez to allow for further grazing of livestock.

Burials are of the following:

Private Edward Jackson was born in 1741 in Rockaway, Morris Co., New Jersey. He died on 29 Jun 1807 in Freeman's Creek, Harrison Co., VA (now West Virginia). He was buried in on the home farm, Mount Clare, Harrison Co., West Virginia.

Edward's son, Capt. Stephen Jackson was born 4 on 31 Jul 1764 in Dover, Morris Co., New Jersey. He died in Aug 1847 in Jane Lew, Lewis Co., VA (now West Virginia). He was buried in on his father's home farm, Mount Clare, Harrison Co., West Virginia.

Stephen's wife, Elizabeth Pomeroy was born 9 on 14 Feb 1765 in Rockaway, Morris Co., New Jersey. She died in Apr 1850 in Hannah Bailey Jackson's home in Jane Lew, Lewis Co., VA (now West Virginia). She was buried in Jackson family burial plot, Mount Clare, Harrison Co., West Virginia.

Stephen's daughter, Susannah 'Susan' Jackson was born 14 on 14 Feb 1790 in New Jersey. She died 15 in Feb 1838 in Jane Lew, Lewis Co., VA (now West Virginia). She was buried in in Jackson family burial plot, Mount Clare, Harrison Co., West Virginia.

Susannah married Benjamin Bassel Sr. on 15 Aug 1812 in Harrison Co., West Virginia. Benjamin was born 17 on 16 Feb 1785 in Litchfield, Litchfield Co., Connecticut. He died on 14 Mar 1856 in near Mount Clare, Harrison Co., VA (now West Virginia). He was buried in Jackson family burial plot, Mount Clare, Harrison Co., West Virginia.

Their daughter, Susan Bassel was born on 1 Oct 1821. She died on 10 Nov 1825 in Harrison Co., West Virginia. She was buried in In Jackson family burial plot, St. Claire, Harrison Co., West Virginia.

Edward's daughter, Phebe Jackson was born 4 on 19 Jul 1793 in Harrison Co., VA (now West Virginia). She died on 10 Apr 1827 in Harrison Co., West Virginia. She was buried in In Jackson family burial plot, St. Claire, Harrison Co., West Virginia.

Phebe married James M. Stout son of Caleb Stout and Elizabeth Labaw on 24 Dec 1811 in Harrison Co., West Virginia. James was born about 1780 in Middletown, Monmouth Co., New Jersey. He died about 1863 in Harrison Co., West Virginia. He was buried in In Jackson family burial plot, Mount Clare, Harrison Co., West Virginia.


Jackson Family Members aboard the doomed S.S. Vestris
Jackson Family Members aboard the doomed S.S. Vestris
The following item is a letter to a Jackson family member who was receiving condolences for the loss of family members Ernest Alonzo Jackson, wife and young son.

Pointe a Pierre, 20th December 1928

Mr. Judson Jackson,

Box 104, Knoxville. Tennessee, U.S.A.

Dear Mr. Jackson,

Permit me first to express to you all my heartfelt sympathy. I recollect having seen your brother Cary during the whole of Sunday and to have spoken a few words to him. I do not remember having seen your father and mother that day; apparently they kept to their cabin, or to the social hall.

I can vividly recall the picture of your parents and Cary sitting in the Smoking room on Monday morning. They were very quiet and composed. We even conversed on some trifling matters in the early morning hours. When it became certain that we would have to take to the boats, your mother sent Cary down to the cabin to fetch some of her things, which he brought up in a small hand-bag. After that both your father and Cary did splendid work in collecting life-belts from the cabins, which they distributed among those people, who were too frightened to get them themselves. When everybody in the smoke room had their life belts, your father started praying in a a low, but firm voice, comforting so the little group, which by now was augmented by some coloured women and children from the second and third class. I then left the smoke room, but I recollect having seen your mother embark in a lifeboat, either No. 6 or No. 8, on the port side. I do not remember having seen your father. When I embarked into life boat No. 10, there were about 4 or 5 passengers' still on deck (port-side), amongst them Cary. He was the last in a line which was slowly moving along the railing towards-the place where we had to get on to the rope ladder. He never embarked in our boat, however. Whether he realized himself that boat- No. 10 was already overloaded and tried to get across to the starboard boats, or whether he was ordered to do so, nobody will ever know.

I have told you what little I know, because, in your great grief, it may mean a little consolation to you to hear how splendidly your parents and Cary behaved in the face of disaster, and how they were bent on service to their fellow passengers to the last moment. Personally I was particularly struck by the heroism of Cary. I shall never forget him, and am proud to have known him.

Yours sincerely

E. Lehner

{Envelope postmarked with Trinidad & Tobago stamp}


This letter contributed and copyright by a descendant of this Jackson couple from family files.

For more information on this disaster, visit the Jackson Vestris Papers at http://patriot.net/~eastlnd2/rj/vestris/jpvi.htm and The Vestris Disaster at http://www.bluestarline.org/lamports/vestris.html 
Jackson Quakers in Queens County, Long Island 'Freedom Trail' and the Underground Railroad
Jackson Quakers in Queens County, Long Island "Freedom Trail" and the Underground Railroad
The Queens Freedom Trail

by Kathleen G Velsor, Ed.D.

The narratives of escaping slaves formed an oral tradition, passed on in covert whisperings by free Blacks, neophyte abolitionists, and former slaves at secret meetings or fireside gatherings. The heart of this oral tradition consisted of tales detailing secret routes and ways to identify those who would assist a runaway slave along them. These stories were told and retold, and eventually published by early Hicksite Quakers to facilitate their dissemination far from the confines of New York and Long Island. Many of these freedom narratives bore witness to the kindness of Quakers, as one generation of fugitive slaves after another embarked upon their heroic quests for freedom and found temporary or sometimes permanent refuge with Quakers from Flushing to Jericho and from Jerusalem to Westbury. The history of these early networks both encompassed and prefigured a much larger chain of events and provided the first links in what became a national, organized network of freedom trails in the years immediately preceding the Civil War.

Over the years, as the first trickle of runaway slaves became a flood, free states enacted laws that served to hamper their escapes by allowing Southern slave catchers free access to reclaim "property." The Queens Freedom Trail became more heavily traveled as the need increased to circumvent the routes through New York's Manhattan Island, which became congested with slave catchers and their spies.1 This volume provides the first clear evidence that second and third generations of Quakers from the Flushing, Jerusalem, Quaker Hill-Oblong, Westbury, Jericho and Purchase meetings participated in assisting escaping slaves, particularly when it became a common practice for Southern slave catchers to roam New York in search of runaway "property." While many runaways used Queens as a first stop on their northward-bound run for freedom, some remained in Queens and Long Island where, with help from local sympathizers, they established productive lives.

Following Freedom's Trail:

Traditions and Pathways

Elias Hicks, the spiritual progenitor of the Hicksite Quakers, preached from Biblical Scriptures that a man should not deliver an escaped servant back to his master. As early as 1776, Quaker principles had prompted some members of the Society of Friends to initiate the practice of educating and freeing their own slaves. It seems likely that the Quakers' early efforts to educate slaves to read and interpret the Bible helped to empower Africans to free themselves, but such a connection has not been proven. Within a very short period of time Quakers had increased the level of their actions from simply freeing their own slaves to protecting runaway slaves.

The Queens Freedom Trail that ran east to Long Island and then north-northwest to Westchester County had its origins in the Quakers' compelling conviction that "the Almighty Spirit directly influences the hearts of all mankind and that a strict adherence to the manifestation of duty (is) revealed to each individual soul."2 The separation of Quaker families as a result of the Revolutionary War provided networks of paths for escaping slaves to follow to freedom. There is evidence that runaway slaves followed these networks of paths, seeking sanctuary at the homes of Westbury and Jericho Quaker farmers who used their wagons to transport desperate runaways to freedom. Under cover of darkness, they slipped north along the trail to Hempstead Harbor's Premium Point or to Oyster Bay where Quakers would help runaways secure safe passage across Long Island Sound to Westchester County. From Westchester, escaping slaves journeyed further north, passing through other Quaker communities on their way to safety and freedom. These first tentative steps at forming freedom networks to free slaves by Queens and Long Island Quakers were among the earliest of such efforts on the American continent.

In one narrative, runaway Harriet Jacobs told of her master coming to the boarding house where she was staying and searching for her. Her then employer, Cornelia Grinnell Willis, helped her escape by putting her on a steam boat bound for New Haven, Connecticut; from there she took a train to Boston.3 Other slaves found different means to escape along the network of freedom trails that ran through Flushing; one trail followed the shores of the inlets, bays and estuaries of Long Island's inner south shore, which supported thick brush and tall grassy cover in which runaways could conceal themselves as they made their way to the Quaker community of Jerusalem; another route from Flushing followed the North shore further east along trails to Eastern Queens County--now eastern Nassau County-where slaves could secure boat passage to Connecticut or Rhode Island; another route headed east toward Westbury and Jericho.4

Quakers' Connections Create Freedom Stops:

The Jackson Home on Flushing Creek

One well-used Flushing freedom route had a stop in White Pot, in Newtown Township, at the home of George Jackson. Jackson, the son of Newtown Town Supervisor and Overseer of the Poor Jarvis Jackson, actively assisted escaping slaves. Like his father, the younger Jackson was a member of the Flushing Quaker Meeting. He met his future bride, Elizabeth Underhill -who hailed from a well known Hudson, New York, Quaker family - when she attended the Flushing Quaker Meeting School. After their marriage, George and Elizabeth Jackson settled on a parcel of land situated on Flushing Creek. They had a daughter, Hannah Jackson, born on the farm in 1847. Hannah Jackson recalled that as a young child she was not permitted to play in the family's woods above the creek. It wasn't until she was older that she learned that the woods had been a station on the Underground Railroad - runaway slaves had hidden there during the day and her parents feared she might inadvertently give away their hiding places.6 At night, under cover of darkness, small boats traveled down Flushing Creek to the farm where the runaways boarded. Laden with their human cargo, the boats traveled out to Flushing Bay and then slipped quietly across Long Island Sound to Westchester County.

Hicks Family' Routes Through Westbury and Jericho

Another documented freedom route was supported by one of two different branches of the Hicks Family. Distant cousins, both sets of Hicks inhabited the Westbury-Jericho area. Jericho resident and Quaker preacher Elias Hicks headed one branch, Valentine Hicks headed the other. Westbury's Valentine Hicks was the son of Quakers Samuel and Phoebe Seaman Hicks; his mother, Phoebe was a descendant of Hicksville Quakers. These two branches of the Hickses were united (or reunited) by marriage: Elias Hicks7 daughter, Abigail, married Samuel and Phoebe Seaman Hicks' son Valentine, her second cousin.7 As his childhood years drew to a close Valentine Hicks' parents encouraged him to leave Westbury and work with his older brother, Isaac Hicks, in New York City.8 Isaac Hicks had accumulated wealth by working as a merchant. Later, his son Robert Hicks became a trader in City; Robert Hicks and his business partner, Richard Mott, became active' members of the New York City Manumission Society.9 There are stories of how Richard and Samuel Mott and Robert Hicks assisted escaping slaves through New York using a sloop from Front Street.10

Valentine Hicks, meanwhile, kept in close touch with his family, and soon married Abigail. He worked in New York for only ten years. When he had accumulated fifty thousand dollars he retired from business and returned to his family, in Jericho.11 Before leaving New York, he contributed to the development of the Society for Establishing a Free School--a group which led to the foundation of the New York City Public School System. Many leading citizens lent their support to the project; Valentine Hicks--consistent with the Quaker practice of helping others--remained a member of the board. When he moved back to Long Island, Hicks purchased a home in Jericho, across the street from his father-in-law, Elias Hicks.12 But while Elias Hicks was a member of the Jericho Friends Meeting, Isaac and Valentine Hicks remained members of the Westbury Friends Meeting.

There are references, through oral histories and memoirs, that clearly identify Valentine Hicks and other members of the Hicks and Mott families taking fugitive slaves to safe passage across Long Island Sound to the homes of relatives or other Quakers.13 As early as 1837, Abigail Mott began collecting these sketches for children to read in the African Free School in New York City.14 One story has been handed down in the Hicks Family of how Valentine Hicks had assisted an escaped slave to freedom.15 It was very much the custom for escaping slaves to come to Long Island, especially to Westbury because it contained a sizable community of freed Africans. Jericho Turnpike ran right through the center of the village, which gave many people access to the Hicks families' homes. On this particular occasion, Valentine Hicks had hired an escaping slave to work on his farm. One day, as he looked out the window of his house he saw the slave running down the road. Acting quickly, Hicks opened his door to let the man run inside the house. Because Quakers had often been robbed by early town sheriffs and tax collectors, it had become common for them to hide their valuables in cleverly constructed secret rooms.16 Valentine Hicks' house had a secret room in the attic--the attic stairs were hidden inside a closet, with the door two feet off the floor and disguised as a cupboard. The man was hurried up the steep hidden stairs into the attic and safely hidden until evening when Hicks took him by wagon to Long Island Sound for safe passage to Westchester.17

Another of the stations on the Freedom Trail, called the "Old Place," was the home of Rachael Seaman Hicks. Built in 1695 and originally set in a very wooded area close to other Quaker abolitionists, the home still stands on Post Road, in Old Westbury.18 Westbury historian Jean Renison tells of conversations with Esther Emory Hicks, who remembered that as a child she was told not to tell others about the strangers’ voices she heard in the kitchen at night. Esther Hicks recalled that escaping slaves would come in the evening and be fed, then spend the next day in the attic and on the following night they'd be taken secretly by wagon to Oyster Bay or Premium Point and from there on to Westchester County.19

Hempstead's Jackson Family and Free Blacks:

The Trail Through "The Brush11

Another documented route was supported by the descendants of the Jackson Family, which had been among the earliest settlers of Hempstead Township.20 These Jacksons - apparently not related to the Newtown Jacksons - arrived in Hempstead from New England in 1643. The paterfamilias, John Jackson, had become a Quaker only after arriving on Long Island and, as was common in those days, the rest of his family followed his lead and became Quakers also. His son John Jackson, Jr. married Elizabeth HaIlet and later, after her death, married Elizabeth Seaman, of Jericho. Both of Jackson's wives were Quakers. In 1687, John Jackson, Jr. traveled to New York and successfully petitioned for 200 acres of land on the Jerusalem River; he also received permission to build a sawmill there.21

Economic and social development increased in Jerusalem during the next century and a half. Active abolitionists like their forebears, the Jacksons' descendants numbered among those few Quakers who freed their slaves before the Revolutionary War, a practice not yet followed by all Quakers nor even by the Jacksons' close neighbors.22 During the years between around 1770 and around 1830, many of those slaves freed by the Jackson family and other local Quakers stayed in the area of Jerusalem and formed a community which became known as "The Brush," because of the area's dense vegetation of shrub oaks and scrub pines.23 Although some freed slaves were given property by their former owners, most worked at a variety of jobs--raising cattle, horse and hogs, working as carpenters, masons or landscapers, plying the local waters to harvest oysters and clams, or working on farms.24 The Jackson Mill also provided employment for many freed slaves in the Jerusalem area, which added to the community's economic strength.

By the period just before the Civil War, the Jerusalem community of freed Blacks and Quakers had become quite strong. In 1 835,Thomas Jackson--a direct descendant of John Jackson - gave a parcel of land west of Oakfield and north of Bethpage Avenues to build an African Free School 25 By 1851 the community had established an African Methodist Episcopal Zion Church, located north of the school house on the east side of Oakfield Avenue.26 Forty seven members made up the first congregation.27 As the numbers of runaway slaves increased, the Quaker and free Black community first settled by the Jackson family had become so well established that logic alone would have made it a regular stop on the Underground Railroad route that came through Flushing, wound through the waterways and byways O{ "The Brush,'9 and ended at the old Jackson Farm.28 Not only was this Black community in a position to help runaways financially, it also provided a place for runaways to "hide in plain sight" among the large community of local Blacks.

Connecting To Quaker Families in Westchester County

During the Revolutionary War many Long Island Quakers moved to Westchester. Quakers Samuel and Ann Carpenter Underhill moved from Cedar Swamp, a farming community near Jericho, to upstate Mamaroneck. They joined their daughter Mary, who had married James Mott, an active member of the New York City Manumission Society. James and Mary Mott moved into a home on Premium Point.29 Westchester County contains a documented freedom trail which was run by Quakers from the New Rochelle Meeting and the Oblong or Quaker Hill Meeting. On her mother's side, Mary Mott was related to Joseph Carpenter, who lived in Mamaroneck and was a very vocal member of the New Rochelle Meeting. Carpenter, a man who actively loved and support the African population of New Rochelle, opened his home to orphans and worked to free slaves through his work with the Underground Railroad. Remembered as a gentle, lovable man who had a large circle of friend, Carpenter became a folk hero and had many requests for photographs. One photograph of him was taken with a "colored boy, standing by him."30 He would give copies of this photo to friends because he believed it helped to demonstrate, silently, the lesson he so desired to teach concerning "the cruel and unjust weight of prejudice."31 His most notable act of kindness was to provide a safe path for escaping slaves coming through Westchester County. His home was the first stop on the "Underground Railway."32 The vital shelter provided by Carpenter was the hub of connections to other homes where runaway slaves could hide during the day. At night they would be taken to Joseph Pierce, in Pleasantville, New York.33 The third stop on this trail was the Bedford home of Judge John Jay, the brother-in-law of Joseph Pierce, and also a prominent Quaker. Runaways were then taken to the home of David Irish, a member of the Quaker Hill Oblong Meeting.34

An abiding commitment to the cause of abolitionism and a tradition of providing freedom routes for escaping slaves were established in Queens and on Long Island earlier than in any other area of the United States. A documented series of events--ranging from individual acts of conscience to organized efforts to promote the abolitionist cause through relationships forged among local religious leaders, businessmen, and African- American freedom fighters, to the clandestine movements of runaway slaves and the local conductors who aided them on their journeys--provide a clearer view of the rich history of the Queens and Long Island branch of the Underground Railroad. Many of these acts of conscience were performed by Quakers who remain anonymous, due in part to the illegality and the resulting secretiveness of helping runaway slaves. These escaping slaves later told their stories, partly to educate young African Americans about their histories and their ancestors' courageous acts in seeking freedom. The rich traditions established by the area's free Blacks; assimilated runaways, and their Quaker and Protestant allies created a climate in Queens and Long Island that provided hospitable ground to pursue freedom's road.

1 Sister Mary Martin (Mass) R.S.M., The Hicks Family as Quakers. Farmers and Eutrepreneurs. Doctoral

Dissertation: St. John's University, 1976, p.92.

2 Biographical Records of Elias Hicks, Standing File: Jericho Public Library.

3 Harriet A. Jacobs, "Letter from a Slave Girl," edited by Maria Child, in Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl. Jean Fagan Yellin (Editor). Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1987.

4 Thomas C. Cornell. Anne and Adam Mott': Their Ancestors and Their Descendants. Pougheepsie, NY: A.V Haight, 1890, p.373.

5 Fred J. Powell. Family Records and Personal Reminiscences, (unpublished manuscript); loaned to QHS by Nina Powell. Overseer to the Poor was an organization responsible for the manumission of slaves. It was created TO investigate whether a slave could be self-supporting if he/she was over fifty. The organization also made sure all the births and names of the children of slaves were recorded in town records.

6 Powell, ibid.

7 Martin, ibid. p.53 Valentine Hicks was born in \Westbury In 1782 and spent his childhood there.

8 Martin, ibid.

9 Cornell, ibid., p.373.

10 Ibid.

12 Martin, ibid., p.55. Valentine Hicks made some modifications to the original house that was built in I 789, changing the entrance to a center hall shortly after he purchased the home from Timothy Tredwell. The home is now the Maine Maid Inn. (See Richard A. Winsche, Historic Buildings Evaluation, Nassau Historical Library.)

13 Henry Hicks, "Freeing of Slaves on Long Island by Members of the Religious Society of Friends or Quakers and Self Help Organization Among Colored People." (Speech given by Hicks at the celebration of the 77th Anniversary of the Freeing of the Slaves Organization; sponsored the Westbury AME Zion Church.)

Life in Freedom:

Henry Highland Garnet

The actual retelling of this story was written by Henry's classmate James McCune Smith as an introduction to Henry Highland Garnet. A Memorial Discourse. Henry was nine years old when his family decided to escape to freedom. They traveled through thick woodlands and tidal swamps from Maryland to Wilmington Delaware. They slept through the day and traveled by night. With the assistance of Thomas Garrett they were given food and clothing. With the connections of the "underground railway" they were taken to New Hope, Pennsylvania. Henry's father feared that they were to close to Delaware then a slave state and moved his family to New York City.

His father in a simple ceremony conducted at home, proclaimed his family free he gave thanks to God and renamed every member of the family. "Wife, they used to call you Henny, but in the future your name is Elizabeth." He renamed is daughter Eliza and his son Henry and himself George. One can only speculate that their last name Garnet came from the name Garrett who had helped them escape to freedom. Henry later thanked Thomas Garret for helping his family to freedom in an address in Wilmington, Delaware.i

Henry's father was eager to place Henry in school. He felt that education was a very important freedom and Henry attended the African Free School on Mulberry Street from 1826 to 1828. Henry remembers these years as one of the happiest period of his life. He joined a group of friends who later became internationally known: Ira AIdridge the Shakespearean actor; Samuel Rigggold Ward, an anti slavery speaker, Dr. James McCune Smith who is remembered as one of the "greatest nineteenth century Negro scholars" and the Reverend Alexander Crummel who tried to Christianize and teach Western ideas among Africans.

Henry was the leader of all of them. He organized a small club of schoolmates that were against the fourth of July. The group felt that as long as slavery existed that there was no independence to celebrate. They would spend their day making plans as to how they would help to free the slaves in the south. Two things seem important to mention. The first is that these students were taught the Quaker values of equality and secondly they understood that to make a change that they as individuals would have to act in good conscious. ii

11 Ibid.

Henry graduated in 1828 and found a job as a cabin boy. He traveled to Cuba on two different trips. When he returned to New York City he found that his family had been found as fugitives. Crummell wrote that:

One evening, in the month of July or August, a white man, a kinsmen of the late Colonel Spencer, the old master, walked up to Mr. Garnet 's hired rooms, on the second floor of the dwelling. He knocked at the door, and Mr. Garnet himself opened it "Does a man by the name of George Garnet live here?" was the question. "Yes" was Garnet 's reply; and immediately, as in a flash though years had passed away, he recognized one of his old master's relatives. The slave-hunter, however, did not recognize George Garnet. "Is he home?" was the next question, to which with quite self-possession, Mr. Garnet replied: "I will go and see." Leaving the door open Mr. Garne4 without saying a word to his wife, daughter, and a friend in the room, passed into a side bed-room. The opened window was about twenty feet from the ground; between the two houses was an alley at least four feet wide; the only way to escape was to leap from the side window of the bedroom into my father ‘s yard How Mr. Garnet made this fearful leap, how he escaped breaking both legs, is a mystery to me to this day; but he make the leap and escaped. In my father's yard was a large ill-tempered dog, the terror of the neighborhood. The dog, by a wondorous providence, remained quiet in his early evening slumber After jumping several fences Mr. Garnet escaped through Orange Street and the slave-hunter's game was thus effectual spoiled" iii

Henry's father was successful but his sister was arrested and put on trial as a 'fugitive from labor" She was able to prove that she was a resident of New York and she was set free. Henry's mother stayed with friends who had a grocery store across the street from the Garnet home. All of there possessions were destroyed nothing remained when Henry returned from his voyage. iv

Henry was outraged. He took all of his money and bought a large clasp knife. He opened the knife and marched up and down Broadway looking for the slave-hunters that had destroyed his family. He was then, escorted by Friends out of the city by wagon to Long Island and the home of Thomas Willis V.

How did the Friends know where to take Henry? The Willis property consisted of 500 acres of woodlands. The other members of the Jericho Friends were members of the Manumission Society and Valentine Hicks was on the board of the African Free School. Henry had friends and those friends took him to the Quaker Friends that took him to a safe home where he stayed for over two weeks- Henry recounts that he met Elias Hicks at the home of Thomas Willis. Henry was then taken to Smithtown to the home of Captain Epenetus Smith who was a Quaker. Henry was indentured to Captain Smith most likely for security purposes. Henry needed to stay away from the City and he needed an identity. Slavery had just been officially abolished in New York. However, there were many slaves in Smithtown at this time. The tavern is now owned by the Smithtown Historical Society and is located on route 25A in Smithtown.

Henry lived with the Smith family for two years. He was tutored by Samuel Smith, Epenetus Smith's son, who was ten years older then Henry. When Henry was eighteen he was injured in a football injury that changed his life forever. He injured his knee; it became so swollen that Henry had to use a crutch for the rest of his life. He was then reunited with his family in 1829. vi

Henry Highland Garnet continued his education and became a Presbyterian Minister. He was an active abolitionist who was a conductor for the Underground Railroad Company, in Troy, New York. His station was the Liberty Street Presbyterian Church. As a minister at the Shilhoe Presbyterian Church in New York, he would often invite fugitive slaves to speak. He became one of America’s most notable Black abolitionists. 
Jeremiah 'Jerry' Clements Jackson: Alabama to Texas
Jeremiah 'Jerry' Clements Jackson: Alabama to Texas
by Jody Dillard

One of the more colorful characters in the family was Jeremiah Clements Jackson (called Jerry), brother to Manerva Jane. He was born Aug 13,1849 in Tallapoosa County, Alabama and died Nov 22, 1930 in Fresno, California. He was the son of John Wesley Jackson, and wife Lydia Berry (Clements) Jackson. After moving from Alabama to Arkansas, and then into Texas, the family settled in Blue Ridge in Falls County. He married twice but both wives met very early deaths. He had no children. His mother died in Arkansas and his father died of the measles in Falls County and was buried next to Thomas Milton Dillard in the Methodist Cemetery in Stranger, TX. Of the twelve children only Manerva Jane outlived him.

Jerry Jackson was an editor and writer for numerous newspapers in Texas, and also for the Fowler Ensign in Fowler, California --although he did not have one full day of education. On his first day of school, he "did not like his teacher, so he did not return". His wit and wisdom can be found in 'The Reminisences of the Old Days' by Jeremiah Clements Jackson. The following excerpt is from that original writing with no corrections of words, spelling, or punctuation.

(In a letter to his nephew John Luther Harlan, he wrote:)

"There is no one in all this broad land over which our uncle Samuel presides, that has a keener regret for the passing of the "old days" than I do, I don't care what station in life he has occupied or is occupying.

Born in poverty subjected to all the ills, privations and had work which surely comes to those surrounded by such unpleasant invironments, besides reeping more than my share of troubles all along the way. And, although, my younger days were overcast by the shadows of deepest sorrow, I would not, were it possible, exchange my time in the long time ago for all the inovations and fast life so abundantly afforded the generation of today. No, I would not.

Times were slow, it is true, but freedom was then unfettered by the foolish and pernicious legislation under which we live to-day.
But, do not for one moment think that I would stay the onward march of progress. Progress is as inevitable as death itself. I would not have those who live to-day stay in the same old ruts we walked in that long ago. That was my time. It is passed.

So let the procession move on and let the Band play. The music is for those of the present and not for an old back number, such as I be.
On the 23rd of October, 50 years ago I landed at your father's house, where you live today, and what a happy day it was to me, for it was then that I met so many of my dear kindred I had not seen in a long time, most of whom are now in that quiet sleep land, way out there.

Dear old Blue Ridge; it matters not where I go, when memory reverts back to my earliest years in that favored land. A flash of light and joy comes through the gloom of my desolation and sorrow that eminates from no other place, I ever lived. It was there I spent the noontide of my life, and when in my day-dreams of the long ago, I walk the banks of some pearly spring branch that comes singing through the hills of old "Alabami" with brother John, or he and I are crawling through the jungles of malaria invested Arkansas in quest of the festive muscadine and pap or, perhaps, in the early sixties where we first learned to cling to the upper deck of an obstropulous Texas cow-pony in Eastern Texas, when I come to my early days on Blue Ridge in the brightest spot on the map of my recollection of all the dead past.

It was on that memorable day that I first met my, then, newest nephew, John Luther Harlan, though he was past 2 years of age. A little white haired toddling tot, with blue eyes, who looked on in bewilderment at the joyous demonstrations of us all at our meeting. He couldn't save why such a matinee was being pulled off over such a looking insect as I was. That was a happy day to me never to be forgotten.

Those were the good years. We traveled slow. Most of us were honest. Those who were not, we hung.

Yes; I love dear old Blue Ridge; it is there that the sacred dust of more of my kindred sleep their last long sleep than in any other part of this broad land from California to South Carolina.

There lies my honest old father and sisters and nieces dear to me, but there's another who was all this world to me. Where the shadows of the knarled old oaks creep across at morn and at eve, sleeps one, and though no slab or shaft, imblazoned by line or verse, marks the little mound beneath where she sleeps. I ever carry a monument in my heart engraved deeper far than was ever cut by sculptors chisel. Cut down in the very flower of life, and left me in desolation. I wondered in many parts for 10 long years till I found another good and true, and she too was taken from me.

In the days of which I write, in going down the main Ridge from your place south there was but one place, that of Albert Thomas, till you got to Dick Beals on the extreme end of the Ridge. Dave Frazier had a place, overlooking Fish Creek Valley. Curlee, Doc Rogers and the Crouches.

Where Bremond is, was then known as West Prairie, and where Kosse is, was then unnamed, just a prairie, after leaving Alto Springs. Yes; makes me think of it, speaking of Bremond. Long before Bremond, the Junction City was thought of, was a little fellow by the name of Wooten, a regular post oaker we used to call 'em, had a little place in the 'sticks,' on the freight road to the 'head' of the railroad. He eked out an existence by selling eggs and foder to the freighters passing that way. Well, he worried along for a number of years in this precarious existence, till, I think, if memory serves me right, by the middle seventies, that this Wooten struck his bonanza."

.........Although Jeremiah Clements Jackson left no descendants to carry on his name, he left a rich heritage and a lot of insight into the times of which he wrote.

After reading this article, which also recounts a story of how Jerry and his friends trying to return home on their 'broncos' up Fish Creek and through the cedar breaks after attending to some business and then stopping off for some refreshments and festivities over at Hog Island, I can just see old Jerry Jackson cutting a wild and woolly pathway through this new land of Texas. I am proud that my grandfather carried his name and feel a need to continue the legacy of reporting on just what a special and wonderful time it is to be living while never forgetting 'the Old Days'.  
John Flack Winslow and the Monitor
John Flack Winslow and the Monitor
Some Jackson relatives may be interested in reading about Mr. Winslow's contribution to the North's Ironclad vessel which aided in the North's victory during the Civil War. Winslow along with his business partner, Erastus Corning were the benefactors for the construction of the U.S.S. Monitor.

Marcus R. Cimino writes in his paper, The Construction of USS Monitor and its impact on the Upper-Hudson Valley, "Corning was the epitome of a die-hard Democrat and with that, he was an outspoken critic of Abraham Lincoln, as well as the war. It was clear that wih Corning's reputation being somewhat at stake, his business partner John F. Winslow had to convince him to undergo the building of the Monitor. Winslow urged that he and his partner take on the magnanimous task of building the ironclad ship for the North."

History buffs may recall August 2002 when after 41 days of work, the gun turret was recovered by the U.S. National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) and a team of U.S. Navy divers. Also discovered were the remains of two trapped sailors. More than 150 years after the USS Monitor sank off North Carolina during the Civil War, two unknown crewmen found in the ironclad's turret when it was raised a decade ago were buried March 8, 2013 at Arlington National Cemetery.

The turret of the Monitor can be viewed at the Mariners Museum in Newport News Virginia. For more information, visit the website, http://marinersmuseum.org/uss-monitor-center/uss-monitor-center 
Letter concerning Albert Jackson Homestead
Letter concerning Albert Jackson Homestead
(Letter written after meeting the current owner of Grandfather Albert Jackson's home on Rt. 16, Calhoun Co, WV.)

October 10, 1995

Dear Mr. Kirby,

I was so pleased to get to meet you and hear that you may try to fix up the farm. I have a picture of the house taken sometime during the thirties that if I can find it, I'll send it with this letter. My grandfather, Albert Jackson bought the farm in 1913. I remember Grandma saying that Grandpa built on the kitchen and upper no-door room. So the original house must have been built before he bought it in 1913. Before that it was owned by J. E. Snider.

Albert and Janie Jackson had four children; all were raised on the farm. Two, Delmas and Geraldine, are in a picture at the Grantsville Restaurant. The picture is the first high school class in the [Calhoun] county, taken before the school was actually built. All of Albert and Janie's children are dead now. Their oldest grandchild is Jim Garretson of Grantsville, whom you met with us. So he probably remembers more about the farm than I do. My mother was ill, so I spent most all of my childhood summers living with Grandma and Grandpa at the farm. Grandpa died in 1942 and it was decided Grandma could not stay there by herself, so the farm was sold in 1943, I think, to a family named Poling. From then on the farm deteriorated. I never got to see it much after that-- just some summer vacations we got to drive by, but it was always sad because of the condition of it.

City water was, of course, unthought of. The electric company wanted to put lines across the farm up at the road but Grandfather wouldn't hear of it! He said he had free gas, why should he pay to put electric lines in. Lights were all gas lights. I remember when he wanted to buy a gas refrigerator for the store so he could sell cold pop. But he wasn't even considering buying one for the house. Grandmother had to put her foot down pretty hard at that, so he bought two. One for the house, so she wouldn't have to always run to the cellar, and one for the store. That had to be hard--she always had a large family and sometimes farm hands to cook for--with no running water and no refrigeration! They kept chickens for eggs and meat, cows for the milk and butter (hand churned) and always had a large garden. Until Storks Bakery started a run from Parkersburg to Grantsville, she baked all their bread. But when the bakery truck stopped at the store, Grandpa had them stop up the road in front of the house so she could come up and get what she wanted.

Grandmother had one of the first gasoline powered washing machines in the county. It sat under the overhang of the cellar house. She pumped the water from the well, heated it in a copper pot over an open wood fire and then carried it by the steaming bucketful to the washing machine. When the washing machine was started you could hear that gasoline engine reverberate through the hills!

Haven't found the picture yet, so don't know if you can tell, but everything was fenced in. The house itself had a small grass yard edged by grandmother's flowers and surrounded by a galvanized fence. This wasn't to keep anything in but to keep the chickens and cows OUT! The garden was fenced for the same reason. Between the corn crib and the house fence was another fenced area which was the calf lot. There was barbed wire fencing all around the total farm. Inside the cows and chickens had free range, but they didn't scatter much. During calving time, they might have to go looking for a cow, but generally the cows came in about milking time when they were called. Oh, I about forgot; behind the house and behind the cellar house was a pig sty. On the hill behind the cellar house was an apple orchard. Between the cellar house and the outhouse, they kept several hives of bees. You can bet this little kid didn't linger along the way. Past the corn crib there was the "new" barn for cows. Beyond that was the "old" barn for the horses.

Between the house and the road, a little to the right was the chicken coop. Across from the corn crib was a storage building for feed etc. with a shed on the side. Walking paths, of course, went from the road down the bank and across to the house, also to the barns. Wherever the path crossed a low area planks were laid so you didn't get your feet wet. There was no road from the hard road down to the house. The path from the hard road down to the house was from the top of the rise in the road opposite the house.

The house had porches, upper and lower, both front and back. And of course, the traditional swing and rocking chairs on the front porch. The edge of the porch was lined with potted plants in the summer which were taken inside during winter, where they lined both sides of the dining room. The room to the left was the parlor; that room that only got used for company; and the only room with carpet on the floor. To the right was the living room with its wood burning stove. It's stove pipe ran up through Grandma's bedroom and was the only upstairs heat. That stove and the cook stove was the only heat in the house! And this before the days of insulation! They did not need the upper no-door room for a bedroom, so they never put in an inside door. But she did use that room in the summer. There were hooks in the ceiling or rafters. From these hooks she hung old window screens horizontally. And on these screens she dried beans and apples.

The cellar I remember as cool and damp. There were 5 gal jugs full of pickles and kraut. There were shelves lining the walls with all of Grandma's home canned fruits and vegetables. And the jugs of fresh milk, cream, clabbered milk and buttermilk. The room above the cellar was used only for storage; though at one time my cousin, recently married, moved in there. They hung sheets for walls. But that didn't last too long.

About where the saw mill was but more to one side of it, Grandpa had a general store. He sold everything from work boots to rifles to groceries. There were large catalogs with little square samples of wool that one could order a store-bot suit! Since the auto had come along, Grandpa had put in two gas pumps. How I loved to walk by and smell the fumes! Now I can't figure why that smelled good to me! When he died they found a list of everyone around that owed a store account.

Grandma and Grandpa were active in the church at Big Springs. Then it was a Methodist Church (but I think I saw a different sign on it as we went by). Grandpa led singing there and sometimes brought the lesson when the circuit preacher wasn't there. He would have run off anybody that even thought of turning his store into a saloon. We all were sorry that turned that way. But he would be pleased that you've given land for a church.

This may be a lot more history of the farm than you wanted to know, but I have enjoyed reminiscing. Just thought you might want to know. Fixing that house up would be a major, major undertaking. It would please us all, but I have to wonder if it's worth the time, money and effort? I hope it is.

Janie Kimble


The no-door room was built above the kitchen with no connecting door to the inside of the house. It was accessed from the second story el-shaped back porch. There was no water in the house until the late thirties. When Grandpa built on the kitchen and it's no-door room above it, he also extended the porches, top and bottom. The well had been several feet from the original house and he just incorporated the well with it's pitcher pump into the porch. Grandma had only to step outside the kitchen door to pump the water, was protected from rain by the porch above and from mud by the porch she was standing on. Family story has it, though it was never proved or acknowledged, that Grandma put a nail down that well, to force Grandpa to do something about getting water into the house. Perhaps it was only a teasing accusation--what was this little kid to know! In any case, Grandpa put gutters all around the roof to collect water and piped it into a new cistern he had built on the rise just behind the kitchen This water was then piped into the kitchen and the 'faucet' was a small pitcher pump mounted on the side of the sink area. There was a waist high wall just off the porch, under the cistern, with a faucet, where one could draw water from the cistern into a wash pan and wash up before going into the house. And Grandma saw that we did just that! Notice that the water was still not hot water. It had to be heated on the stove. And bathing was accomplished once a week (on Saturday night) in the big round wash tub brought in and set in the middle of the kitchen. It was filled with water heated on the nearby stove and one bathed with home made lye soap until the NEW, FLOATING Ivory soap was available.

Another story remembered: Grandpa was a busy man; he was a farmer, kept store, raised livestock, acted as community banker until Calhoun County Bank was established and he was on the board of Trustees for that. One evening he required Grandma to hold the lantern for him in the barn while he pitched the hay up into the loft. After a bit, she got tired and said "Albert Jackson, if you can't get your work done in the daylight God gave you, you can hold your own lantern!" Ah, I loved these folks!

One of the most prominent figures in Baltimore's commercial world is Lloyd L. Jackson, member of the great house of John E. Hurst & Co. The great-grandfather of Mr. Jackson [Capt. Stephen RIN #49] removed from Culpeper county, Virginia to Harrison county, now in West Virginia, at that period a still unexplored wilderness. His son was Stephen P., [RIN #72] the grandfather of Blackwell [sic; should be Lloyd] Jackson.

Stephen [RIN #49] located in the hamlet of Jane Lew in the county of Lewis, West Virginia, where the Jacksons carried on farming and a general merchandise business. Blackwell Jackson [Joseph Blackwell RIN #115] was the father of Lloyd L. Jackson, who was born on the farm in Jane Lew, on February 3, 1846. He was still at school in Weston, West Virginia, when the war broke out.

Although but fifteen years of age, he enlisted as a volunteer under the command of his cousin, Capt. Alf. Jackson, in the Confederate States Army. He was however, detained from following his regiment by the forcible intervention of his mother. His father was a strong Union man, and was prominently known as an organizer of the new State of West Virginia.

The Jacksons were about equally divided in their sympathies between the North and the South; hence, little wonder that the boy, whose parents leaned toward the other side, was prevented from joining the Southern forces at that tender age.

In the fall of '61 Lloyd was sent to Monongahela Academy, at Morgantown, West Virginia, where he found a great many sons of Southern sympathizers, prominent among whom were Jesse Bright, Chauncey Black, James Cockrane, of Washington, D.C. Thomas Edmondston, son of Judge Edmondston, of West Virginia, Hanson Good, and others who were sent thither by their parents to keep them out of the Confederate Army. There he remained until the close of the war, and in March, 1866, he came to Baltimore, where he at once accepted a position as salesman with Hurst & Co., who were located on Baltimore Street. With this firm he has remained ever since, and by the industry and interest which he evinced from the beginning, he gradually won for himself a partnership, entering the concern as a member in January 1872.

Mr. Jackson is associated with many prominent interests outside of the firm of John E. Hurst & Company; he is the first vice-president of the Maryland Trust Company, director in the Commercial and Farmers' Bank, and associated in a similar capacity with the Western Maryland Railroad Company, a number of cotton mills, and is also a director in the Maryland Penitentiary. He was appointed Quartermaster General on Governor Brown's staff, and served as such from 1892 to 1896. He is a member of the Maryland and Merchant's Clubs, and Merchants' and Manufacturers' Association, and is affiliated with the Emmanuel Protestant Episcopal Church.

Mr. Jackson has never aspired to public office, but his personality is calculated to attract toward him the attention of his fellow citizens. In his quiet but intense interest in the economic questions which are so vital to the future welfare of the nation, Mr. Jackson has come to be regarded, by the young Democracy of Maryland, as an indispensable factor, and one with whom to reckon in the future is a foregone conclusion.

During the last presidential campaign, Mr. Jackson, with the courage of a strong man's convictions, entered the bitter contentions in the interest of the white metal with a strong and forcible pen. His devotion to his principles is the more commendable when considering that his was the unpopular side as viewed by most men with whom Mr. Jackson was allied in a social and financial way. His utterances on the vital issue of the last campaign were concise, clear and comprehensive.

In 1871 Mr. Jackson married Annie L., the daughter of Mr. James M. Lester. They have five children, one son and four daughters.


Transcribed by Jerry Gross from Official History of the Fire Department of the City of Baltimore, 1898,
pages 291-293. Janie's comments in [ ] 
President Lincoln and the Union Light Guard
President Lincoln and the Union Light Guard
The below article appeared in the Paulding Progress, Spice Rack Section, Page 10, Wednesday, February 22, 1978.

The Spice Rack

By Dortha Schaefer

Abraham Lincoln's birthday was again noted of Feb. 12. Bits of information on the man continue to surface and interest in him doesn't fade with the years.

Ohio Gov. David Tod visited Washington during the summer of 1863 and was so shocked by the absence of protection for Lincoln that he petitioned the War Department for permission to raise a special volunteer company to guard both the White House and its principal occupant.

Each county of Ohio was sent a request asking military committees to send a name of one man it recommended for highly honorable and confidential service. The men weren't told about the new duty until they reached Washington.

(If there was a Paulding appointee, no record is given in this account taken from the Ohio Historical Society's bulletin Echoes.)

Tod designated the men of the Seventh Independent Company of Ohio Cavalry. They became known as the Union Light Guard. The men were supplied with black horses and their duty was to guard the front entrance to the White House grounds, and to act as escorts to the President in his carriage, or riding horseback as he often did.

The Guard also served at his summer home north of Washington. Lincoln frequently wandered out among the tents of the Guard near his home on warm evenings. He would chat with the lieutenant in command, sometimes looking into the tents of the men and talking with them.

Lincoln would seldom allow the Guard to protect him and often made himself an easy target. He refused to let them go with him to the theatre where he was shot.

As he lay dying, the Guard was called to stand at the Petersen house across from Ford's Theatre and attempt to control the crowd, while inside the house the death watch began.


Rec'd from The Paulding County Carnegie Library in Paulding Ohio and transcribed by Jerry Gross.
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Reminiscences of Early Life in Calhoun County [West Virginia]
Reminiscences of Early Life in Calhoun County [West Virginia]
The following articles were found on the Hur Herald website.

Early Calhoun History from 1898


Transcribed by Norma Knotts Shaffer from microfilms of the Calhoun Chronicle dated 6/12/1898, 6/21/1898 and 9/6/1898.

The author of this article in not given, but it was probably written by the newspaper's editor at the time, S.C. Barr.

Reminiscences of Early Life in Calhoun County


In order to more fully appreciate the advantages enjoyed by the good citizens of this county today it may be wise to spend a few minutes with the early settlers of the section of country now known as Calhoun county.

In this number we will omit incidents of personal life and consult old-time friends (a few of whom are yet among us) regarding conditions and associations of life in those early days.

In the Spring of 1832 Archibald Burrows moved to this section and settled on the present site of Grantsville. His son, William H. Burrows, who was then a lad of seven summers, went with his father to the different homes throughout the neighborhood, and learned the location of every home for many miles around, gives us the following interesting information. He says:

"The following list represents the inhabitants of the community from DeKalb, in Gilmer county, to Sixteen bend* at the Wirt county line: Joseph Bennett, Alexander Huffman, Joshua Smith, William Stalnaker, Job Westfall; John Ball and Samuel Barr moved to the places now known by their names in the year 1834, and Martin Moore, who was succeeded by Philip Stallman, on the present Judge Reese Blizzard place, opposite the mouth of Leafbank, in 1833. Cornelius Vennoy then lived just below, and soon after sold to Joshua Smith. Levi Taylor soon afterward purchased the place now known as the Hardman farm, where Allen Hardman now lives, from a Mr. Harris, and John Holbert, Joseph Robinson, Robert Bennett, James Nedly Norman, Beriah DePue, Beriah Maze, Andy Sharp and John Booher, on the Wood county line below Sixteen bend* included the entire inhabitants of the county with exception of Job Westfall, on Steer creek, and a few families on the West Fork."

"Then," continued our informant, "wolves spoke to us every night; we saw bear very frequently and one could not go out without scaring up a deer.

The entire country from the Little Kanawha river to Hughes river was then an uninhabited forest, and all wild game, large and small, roamed at will in undisputed possession of the territory where now stands the many comfortable homesteads."

"In 1833," continued Uncle Bill Burrows, referring to Yellow creek, "there were more wolf tracks on that creek than there are now tracks of all our domestic animals, including dogs and cats; and there was not a house or inhabitant on the creek from head to mouth.

In the Spring of 1832 I went from home, the present site of Grantsville, to where Smithville now stands, to lay in a supply of coffee for ourselves and neighbors, and found one shanty on Leatherbark, the only human habitation between the Little Kanawha and Hughes river."

Now on Yellow creek and its tributaries there are about eighty families, the greater number whom own their own homes.
Ben Jackson, an enterprising young man, settled with his young wife on the place now known as the old Jackson farm in 1843. Their rude, but comfortable log cabin was then the only house on the path between the Little Kanawha and Hughes river, the way the path then ran from Leafbank to the present site of Smithville.

We called to see Aunt Jane Ferrel, widow of Hiram Ferrel. Her first husband, Thomas J. Rice, with his young wife, added their names to the list of early settlers in 1838, and made their home where Granville Rice now lives, near Mussel Shoals.

Aunt Jane is a lady of remarkable energy, strength and agility for one of her years, and her memory seems to be accurate. She can detail many interesting incidents of early life, some of which we will give our readers in a succeeding number of the Chronicle.

Aunt Jane wove, on the old hand loom, three hundred yards of carpet and blankets last winter before Christmas. She says:
"In 1838 we had to ask hands all the way from DeKalb, in Gilmer county, to the Sixteen bend* to get enough help for a log rolling."


It is interesting to review in company with early settlers the conditions existing in social, educational and religious interests as late as 1843 and during the ten years preceeding that date. Then there were no social lines drawn between the families of this section of country. It is true that a few persons were educated and had come from homes of refinement; but the majority of the early residents, of course were not educated, and many had never seen advantages for education and refinement of a higher order than those afforded after coming to this wooden, hilly and wild region. But the man of education and the unlettered, alike mingled in the society of his neighbors - a welcome guest; and the only thing that excluded any from a hearty welcome was dishonor.

An interview with Elizabeth (Aunt Betty) Ferrell, who is most obliging, furnished instances to substantiate the above statement. "Aunt Betty" was married to her first husband, Benjamin Jackson, Nov 4th, 1839 and they moved to Yellow creek March 15th, 1843, when there was only one house, that of George Rogers, on the creek; and the now famous Norman ridge was a virgin forest "from end to end."

"Aunt Betty" informs us that the first Sunday school of that section was organized during her youth (She is now nearly seventy eight years of age) at the house of Henry Bell's by Robert Bennett, James N. Norman and Henry Bell. Mr. Bell being elected superintendent; and this school was attended by all parents and children, a majority of whom walked many miles on Sunday morning to the place of meeting. At that time there was preaching at Benjamin Riddle's every two weeks. Among the early Methodist preachers who traveled throughout the country were Rev. David Hess and Rev. Benjamin Athey. These pioneer preachers traveled long distances, preached three sermons every Sunday and nearly every day during the week, and "Aunt Betty" says: "They had something to talk about besides collecting money, too." She can give many texts, chapter and verse, of sermons preached in those early days, though no written note was made of the occasion or service. Texts used by Henry Bell, J. N. Norman, Robt. Bennett, Benjamin Athey, Shadrich Chaney and others and the occasion upon which these texts were used are yet fresh in her memory. She tells how she, in company with other girls, walked all the way from the old Stallman place, opposite the mouth of Leafbank, after attending to the morning's work, to the mouth of Upper Leading creek, in good time for morning service.

The first day school ever taught in this section was by Joseph Robinson, who consented to teach a two-months school, provided a sufficient number could be interested to justify him for giving his time. The old cabin of John B. Goff's, on the bank of the river at the mouth of Philip's run, was secured, and in the early winter of 1831 Mr. Robinson opened the first school ever taught in this section of country; and Henry, George and Jane Fling, from Tanners Fork; Jane Burrows, Mary Vennoy, two of Job Westfall's children, two of John Westfall's children, Joseph Bennett's family, the children of John Ball, Sandy Hoffman, Levi Johnson and "Aunt Betty" were the scholars.

The next winter, 1832, the citizens having built a school house on the flat above Samuel Barr's, "Uncle Sandy" Hoffman taught there three months, and Ephraim Sayers taught in the same place in 1833, and again "Uncle Sandy" Hoffman taught three months during the winter of 1834 and 1835.

"Our school house," "Aunt Betty" says, "was 12 x 15 feet, built of logs with clap board roof, the boards held in place by weight-poles extending from one end to the other of the building, the solid earth was the floor, one door at one end, no chimney, but instead a wall of rocks built against the logs inside the building with stones placed at each side in front to keep the log fire in place and a large aperture in the roof above to admit of the exit of smoke; round poles split, with four pins, two at each end, driven in auger holes for seats; and one window the full length of the building, one log being left out for that purpose, which was covered with greased paper, dipped in hogs lard or bears oil to admit the light. There and at the end of the old cabin, and at the Sunday school," continued "Aunt Betty," "I received during three winters all the schooling I ever had."

"Aunt Betty" is spending a truly comfortable and contented old age. She has pieced and sewed together many quilts, and few are her friends who have not some token of her regard for them, in patch-work of some kind. Thus she spends her time coming and going at will, among her children, grandchildren and intimate friends and many doors stands open wide for "Aunt Betty."

We will close this sketch by giving one peculiar incident to early life in this country.

"When we were girls," "Aunt Betty" says, "Jane Burrows (afterward Jane Taylor,) and I were going from "Granny" Burrows' down to our house, and we crossed the river just at the mouth of Philip's run. Incidently the cows were in front of us in the path, and as Jane and I were going along, at about the place where Mr. Zach Stump's house now stands, the largest black bear I ever saw stood almost in the path before us. The cows passed on and we followed, and as we passed I could have laid my hand on the bear, but he did not move, and we passed him and left him standing there. The next afternoon, that same bear, crossed the river to "Granny Burrows' and went into the hog pen and lifted out "Granny's" big old sow, took it up in his arms and carried it across the river, carrying it in his arms as one would carry a child, walking on his hind feet; walked up the steep hill on the opposite side of the river and disappeared, the hog meantime squealing and trying to get away. It was only a few days after this incident that that same bear was killed by old "Uncle Jimmy" Hoffman, after it had chased his hogs in from the woods, and the old hunters all said its skin was the largest bear skin they had ever seen."

Philip's run received its name from Philip Lyons, who was the first settler on the Burrows place, where Grantsville now stands.


Your correspondent visited Uncle Bill Burrows, and though time is precious, in answer to queries Uncle Bill said:

I was married on January 13, 1848, to Malinda Mayze and resided at the present site of Grantsville until November, 1851, when I moved with my little family to my present home on the head waters of Laurel. At that time, except a small improvement made by Johnson Yoak on Bull river, there were no improvements of any kind in all the scope of country now included between the Gilmer county line - or even the Trace Fork of Tanner - and Grantsville.

The resources upon which we then depended for a living have mainly vanished; and we only remember the old hand-mill and the old hand-loom. We ground our own corn upon our own hand mills; and manufactured, by the use of the hand break and hackle and (illegible line) flax into wool and warp; and with the hand cards we prepared our own wool for spinning, made our own winter and summer clothes of cloth of our own manufacture.

We generally cut and fit our own garments.

Then, our roads were narrow paths winding along the valleys and over the hills the nearest way to our next neighbors.
If my memory is correct our first school on Laurel was taught by Adolphus Ayers in 1866; and the second school in that section was taught by J. W. Taylor, near White Pine, in 1867 and 1868, in a house built for that purpose. This school was attended by many young people from adjoining districts.

The Rev. Alex Holden was the first Baptist minister whose work resulted in a regular organization of the Baptist church. Mr. Holden held regular monthly meetings at the house of Alexander Hoffman during a long term of years. There were however several good men - local preachers, who did excellent work in holding revival meetings at private houses in more thickly settled districts; and John A. Goff, a local Methodist preacher, is remembered as one of the most active and useful men of that class.

For many years Mr. Goff did the work of a regular itinerant preacher, while at the same time he earned his own support. He made and promptly filled many appointments regularly, and held many revival meetings, at which many were converted. Those good men made many sacrifices to carry the Gospel to the needy in remote district; and Mr. Goff lived to a good old age and was permitted to see the results of his earnest, honest Christian zeal in the more advanced conditions. In 1860, while holding a meeting at Pine Bottom, he was taken seriously ill and announced to a large audience that he was then preaching his last sermon. This proved to be so, as he never recovered from that illness, but died soon after, full of years and of faith and good work, by the memory of which, He being dead yet speaketh.

Everybody then went to meeting, well dressed or poorly clad if necessary, and all were brothers and sisters. "Godliness with contentment" more generally prevailed then than now."

The above articles were found on the website of the Hur Herald, a Calhoun County, WV online newspaper.
*The following was posted on the Calhoun County rootsweb message board:

I've been reading a fascinating historical article in Hur Herald that mentions
3 times a location called Sixteen bend: "Sixteen bend at the Wirt county
line"; and "Wood county line below Sixteen bend"; and "all the way from
DeKalb, in Gilmer County, to the Sixteen bend".

Does anybody know what area or where the author is talking about? How did
it get this name? This sure did raise my curiosity! Janie
I'm pretty sure it is named that because it is the 16th "bend" or turn in the
Little Kanawha River. I'm not sure exactly where they started counting but it
probably was at the mouth of the Little Kanawha River at Parkersburg where it
flows into the Ohio River. Quite a few locations along the Little Kanawha River
were named by folks who worked on the boats that worked up and down the river.

Larry Heffner
Lewisburg, West Virginia 
Rev. Joseph Jackson
Rev. Joseph Jackson
From The Clyde Enterprise, Thursday, 18 Feb 1892

Rev. Joseph Jackson, probably the oldest citizen of Sandusky county, died at the home of Mr. and Mrs. J. F. Brown, on George street, on Friday last, Feb. 12th, aged 96 years, 5 months, and 21 days.

The funeral services were held in the Methodist Episcopal church, Monday morning, February 15th at 10 o’clock, conducted by Rev. L. K. Warner, assisted by Rev. G. E. Wilson. The text chosen for the occasion was from Job v.26, “Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in his season.” The burial took place at the Lowell cemetery, where other of his family lie buried.

The following sketch of this aged man, written by himself, appeared in the Napoleon, O., Signal in 1884, and was read at his funeral on Monday last:

“I was born in Fishing Creek township, Northumberland county, Pennsylvania, August 21, 1795. My grandfather Jackson was a Scotchman; his wife was a Frenchwoman. My mother’s parents both came from Holland and settled on Long Island near New York City, where my mother was born and lived till she was grown up to womanhood; she then removed to Morris county, New Jersey, where she became acquainted with my father and they were married and lived there until about the year 1780. They removed to Pennsylvania and settled on the Susquehannah river a few mile above Sunbury, the county seat of Northumberland county.

In 1794 he removed to the place of my birth, having previously built a hewed log house with shingled roof, containing two rooms with a fire place in each, quite a contrast with the round log cabins covered with clap-boards and weight poles to hold them on.

My schooling commenced in the winter after I was six years old in a log school house, puncheon floor to tread on, and the clap-board roof overhead to look at, and a hard hearted astute old man to be afraid of. A female school teacher was unknown in those days. The seats were split slabs with the legs so high that my short limbs could not reach the floor, and I verily thought that my bones must break, having strict orders to sit still and study my book all the time. I continued to attend this kind of school with many interruptions until fourteen years of age. When at the age of seventeen I had saved money enough to buy Walker’s Octavo Dictionary, and shortly afterward added Murray's Grammar with exercises and key; those were a rich treasure, and I studied them intensely at every opportunity. What little education I have, has been obtained in this way, working every day and studying when I could appropriate an hour by day-light and by pine knot light at night.

I was married at the age of twenty-two years to Chloe Watson, of Huntington, Luzerne co., Penn.; she died in January 1843. We had eleven children, eight sons and three daughters, all of who lived to be grown up men and women. Four sons and one daughter have died.

When very young, I was inclined to be religious; my mother having instructed me as to the being and attributes of God as the Creator of all beings and things. When sixteen years of age, I joined the Baptist church, the members of which thought I ought to preach and urged me to accept of a license and improve my gift. This I refused on account of my want of learning; having decided to remove to the state of Ohio in the year 1831. I received a license to preach, agreeing that if a door should open I would improve my gift and do the best that I could. So I came and settled in Adams township, Seneca county, O., and as there was no religious meetings there I commenced preaching. Was ordained in 1833, and gathered in a church of over fifty members. I came to Napoleon in 1860; finding a small Baptist church here I united with it, but it soon became extinct. I remained destitute of church fellowship until 1870, when I united with the Methodist Episcopal church under the pastoral charge of Rev. N.B. C. Love, and receive ordination at the hands of Bishop Clark at the meeting of Conference at Toledo that year.

For the last fifty years I have been termed a fanatical, ultra-Abolitionist; have kept a station and run a train on the underground railroad from Cincinnati to Sandusky until the war, and carried and harbored a good many passengers, two of them whom were white men having blue eyes and sandy hair; have had my house searched for fugitives but they didn’t find any. It’s hard to find a man six or eight feet underground. Thank God I have lived to see this curse removed but not its effects. It died hard and has left a stench that will corrupt our political, moral and religious atmosphere for years to come.

I have endeavored to practically illustrate the beneficial effects of total abstinence from the use of alcoholics for more than fifty years; gone beyond others; have advocated entire abandonment for all uses whatsoever; have made the doctors mad because I refused to swallow it and have excited the ridicule and contempt of so-called scientists and second-hand philosophers.

I have never used tobacco in any form; have always drank tea and coffee; have lived on plain diet; such a farmers usually eat; have always enjoyed good home-made wheat bread and milk; mush and milk for supper; have always been a small eater, not requiring near as much most men of my size. When in the prime of manhood I weighed 160 pounds, now my weight is 140.

I have lived with all the presidents. I was four years old when Washington died; have been in fourteen states; have visited most of the cities from New York and Philadelphia to Chicago, Kansas City, and the city of Lawrence, Kansas; have seen and mingled to some extent with high and low, rich and poor; have met for worship in groves, log cabins, through all styles of church edifices up to the metropolitan M. E. church in Washington city. I believe there are truly pious worshiped in all these, yet I prefer the plan cheap comfortable place to all others. It matters not what or where the place if the heart is right.

Wife, children and friends: God and my country have been the things I have most highly prized. These I have enjoyed with the highest degree of pleasure. It is highly gratifying to see the prosperity of my country, the wonderful discoveries, inventions and improvements in all the departments of our social existence. Yet there is a dark side to this bright picture. The unequaled distribution of labor and wealth, the rich becoming richer and the poor poorer; bribery and dishonestly in high places; murder, riot, arson and robbery running wild, uncontrolled by law or justice; isn’t our experiment of a Republican Government a failure? I wish I could see the way through and out of all this complication of wrong, but I cannot. O, how I wish my people, like the inhabitants of Nineveh, would repent and escape the “wrath to come.”

My time is nearly up. “Watchman what of the night?” I am ready.


Joseph Jackson
Napoleon, O., March 31, 1884.”

In addition to the above sketch, Rev. L. K. Warner added at the funeral the following:

Eight years ago, nearly he wrote this, closing with the words, “My time is nearly up. Watchman what of the night? I am ready. Farewell.” The eight years added to his already long life have not altered his convictions of duty or his principles of living. His health and strength were wonderfully preserved, and his mind continued in remarkable strength. He united by certificate with the M. E. church, of Clyde, two years ago. He was apt in the quotation of scripture, had a ready utterance, had a mind well stored with useful knowledge, and desired that all things should assist the people to understand the goodness and mercy of our Lord. He was a very faithful attendant upon the public services of the sanctuary.

Jerry's comment: The article continues but this is all that I have.

Janie's comment: This Joseph didn't know his grandparents personally, since grandfather Joseph had died 26 years before this Joseph was born. His father Daniel had moved from NJ to Northumbertown, PA before this Joseph was born. Joseph's father, Daniel was only 16 when his own father died. I would think Daniel would know his father's heritage and pass it on to his son Joseph, but in a rough settler's life, maybe it didn't get passed on or remembered right so many years later. The bit about his grandfather being a Scottish man doesn't quite jibe with the info we have. 

By Henry Onderdonk Jr.; 1846
On the night of January 10, ‘81, the family of Parmenas Jackson at Jerusalem were aroused by the entrance of John Degraw and 6 other soldiers, who shutting up the rest of the family, demanded of Mr. J. his money, and on his refusing to discover it, they hacked him so terribly on his head and arm (as it was uplifted to ward off the blows) that the wall overhead was spotted with blood, but he, continuing resolute and hoping each blow would be the last, held out too long.

They left him for dead, and attacked his father-in-law, Thomas Birdsall, an aged man, when his wife, to save her husband’s life, disclosed the hid treasure in a bottle under the hearth. The robbers carried off $3000 in gold and silver, with divers articles of dress and furniture. The only words the wounded man ever spoke were "Lloyd’s Neck! Lloyd’s Neck!" Judging from this that they were soldiers from Col. Ludlow’s garrison, the neighbors forthwith posted off to Lloyd’s Neck. One Voorhies rode a fleet horse* to Capt. Van Wyck’s at E. Woods, who instantly ordered his servant to saddle his swiftest horse, and guided them to Lloyd’s Neck, where they arrived before daylight. The roll was called, and a guard set on the narrow passage to the Neck, when the robbers soon came up and were secured, with their booty on them.

Mr. J. had a good deal of stock which he fattened on the Plains. From the sale of this he had amassed a large sume of money, which coming to the knowledge of the servant girl, she revealed the secret to Degraw, her brother, a soldier in Delancy’s 3d battalion. The robbers were put on shipboard and sent to New-York for trial. Elgar, the worst one, jumped overboard, and was drowned. Degraw died in Provost. The fate of the rest is unknown, though it is said they were sent to the mines on the Spanish Main or to Honduras.

Drs. Searing and Seabury attended Jackson and took off pieces of the skull to relieve the pressure on the brain, which was so exposed that its motions were visible. He survived nine days, when died very hard, gasping for breath a long time, --aged 37.

*This was Jacob Seaman’s horse, Sloven, which was so broke down by this ride that he never recovered his former speed.


To Thomas Van Wyck, Esq, Captain in the Loyal Queens County Militia:
City Hall, New-York, Feb. 23, ‘81


It is with pleasure I sit down to inform you that I am desired by the Court to assure you that your humane, generous and manly exertion, in bringing to light the perpetration of so horrid a crime as the robbery and murder of Parmeanas Jackson, of Jerusalem, now before us, not only demands the thanks of this Court, but merits also the love and esteem of every neighbor and fellow-citizen.

I am, sir, with the highest respect,

Your most obedient humble servant,

John Breese,
Major 54th Regiment, President.


Contributed by Frank Jackson 
Revolutionary Petition of Patriots in Pequannock Township
Revolutionary Petition of Patriots in Pequannock Township
From Munsell's History of Morris Co., NJ, Pg. 275 (Publ. 1882)

Rev. Joseph F. Tuttle says that this paper is signed by one hundred and seventy-seven names, that some of these names are splendid specimens of penmanship, but others are scarcely legible; that eighteen signers made their mark. Doubtless, as Mr. Tuttle remarked, "many of these signers knew better how to hold a musket than a pen." It is said that "Colonel Joseph Jackson had the fact from his father that this association of Whigs in this township had 400 signers." It is believed that each member of the "committee of safety" had a copy of the foregoing agreement, and that if all those papers could be obtained we would find the names of over two hundred more signed thereto. But the foregoing is sufficient to show that a large majority of the leading citizens were openly pronounced in their determination to support the measures of the Continental and Provincial Congresses, and to stand firmly together for self-protection amid the perilous circumstances in which they were placed.

[May] 1776

Articles of Association of the Freeholders and Inhabitants of Pequannock, in the County of Morris, pledging themselves to sustain the action of the Continental and Provincial Congresses, in defending the Constitution, signed by 180 persons.

We, the Subscribers, Freeholders and Inhabitants of the township of Pequannock, in the county of Morris and the province of New Jersey, having long viewed with concern the avowed design of the ministry of Great Britain to raise a revenue in America, being deeply affected with the cruel hostilities already commenced in Massachusetts Bay for carrying that arbitrary design into execution, convinced that the preservation of the rights and privileges of America depends, under God, on the firm union of its inhabitants, do, with hearts abhorring slavery, and ardently wishing for a reconciliation with our parent state on constitutional principles, solemnly associate and resolve under the sacred ties of virtue, honor and love of our country, that we will personally, and so far as our influence extends, endeavor to support and carry into execution whatever measures may be recommended by the Continental and Provincial Congresses for defending our constitution and preserving the same inviolate, according to the resolutions of the aforesaid Continental and Provincial Congresses, firmly determined by all means in our power to guard against the disorders and confusions to which the peculiar circumstances of the times may expose us.

We do also further associate and agree, as far as shall be consistent with the measures adopted for the preservation of American Freedom, to support the magistrates and other civil officers in the execution of their duty agreeable to the laws of the colony, and to observe the directions of our committee acting.


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The Jerusalem Friends Cemetery, Wantagh, NY
The Jerusalem Friends Cemetery, Wantagh, NY
The Jerusalem Friends Cemetery is located on Wantagh Avenue, north of Jerusalem Avenue behind the Baptist Church.

The Society of Friends was established in England in the mid- seventeenth century. The faith quickly spread through the British Isles and to America. Because of their unorthodox Protestant views, their trust in the "Inward Light", lack of a formal ministry, and re- fusal to bow to authority, the Quakers, as they were called, were often savagely persecuted, particularly in the New England colonies.

Friends meetings were held in Jerusalem very early in its history. It is recorded that Captain John Seaman scandalized his neighbors by permitting such gatherings to be held in his home, "Cherrywood."

The visits of prominent English Quakers to Long Island brought many new converts. In 1697 Friends decided meetings, should be kept every five weeks on the First Day, to be held on successive First Days at Jericho, Bethpage , Jerusalem, and Hempstead. Gradually the Jerusalem Friends meetings came under the care of Bethpage ,which, in turn, was supervised by the Jericho meeting.

Jerusalem Friends continued under this arrangement until 1820 when a separate meeting was established at Jerusalem. For several years the group met in the houses of members. A committee appointed by the Jericho meeting to supervise the new meeting reported regularly that "the order and solemnity prevalent was satisfactory."

By March, 1828, it was clear that the congregation was solidly established and was desirous of building its own Meeting House. A committee was appointed "to confer with friends then as to a suitable spot and the plan and size of a House, to wit. John Ketcham, Samuel Jones, Willet Robbins, Samuel Willis and Jesse Merritt." One hundred twenty rods of land needed for the building and its grounds was purchased from Arden Seaman and his wife Elizabeth for $60.

Several extracts from the minutes of the Jericho Monthly Meeting tell the story of the construction of the small wooden frame building:
At Westbury Quarterly Meeting held at Westbury the 26 of 4th Mo. 1827.
By a minute from Jericho Monthly Meeting it appears they propose to build a meeting house at Jerusalem the size 34 by 28 feet with 14 feet posts. Estimate costs 965 that 200 Dollars had been subscribed by that meeting leaving a balance of 765 Dollars wanting. On consideration the proposed size of the house with the estimate of the cost was agreed to by this meeting & our Monthly Meetings are requested to raise their respective proportions of 765 Dollars the balance wanting - pay the money to the trustees of the building and report.
At Jericho Monthly Meeting held the 18th of 10th Mo.1827.
The Committee appointed in third Mo. last to superintend the building a Meeting House at Jerusalem. Report it completed and that the money raised have been all expended.

On March 2, 1861 the Monthly Meeting of Jericho purchased an additional plot "for burial purposes" lying eastward from the Friends Meeting House, and containing 134 2/3 rods. It was surveyed by Robert B. Jackson. "Each subscriber of the sum of eight Dollars to be entitled to burial privileges in one lot eighteen feet wide said lots running north and south from the walk, and being about forty four feet long."

The Deed was recorded April 13, 1861 from William S. Hicks and Letitia (Seaman) Hicks, his wife, to the Trustees of the Monthly Meeting of Friends in Jericho. No individual deeds were issued to the subscribers.

The care of the grounds, the conducting of funerals and all other matters appertaining thereto were to be subject to a committee appointed by the Jericho Meeting.

There were 21 plots each side of the middle path - a total of 42. Lists of the subscribers have survived as a record of those who paid $8 for a full plot privilege - or $4 for a half plot privilege.

It is believed that a Seaman burial plot was adjacent to the land that was sold to the Friends, and the new burial ground extended beyond the old one. This belief is borne out by the fact that the earliest headstone, that of Ann SEAMAN, age d 11 years 8 mos. 12 dy., is dated July 10, 1819.

Among those buried behind the Meeting House during the next half century were three Civil War veterans:
Lieut. H. R. Jackson, Adjet 5th NYBA
Gilbert SEAMAN, Company G. 139th Regiment NY Volunteers - died October 5, 1901 age 63 years
Charles Wilson - Co. H. 119th Reg. NY Volunteers - died 1872 age 32 years. He had been wounded in the Battle of Gettysburg.

As the older Friends died, the once-flourishing Meeting became smaller, and finally, on November 11, 1908, the regular First Day Meetings were discontinued. However, until 1949 so-called appointed Meetings were held at intervals during the summer months.

Burials in the old cemetery became less frequent. Many of the old family members were interred in Greenfield, the Town of Hempstead Ceme- tery, which was established in 1856. Interest in preserving and main- taining the meeting house and grounds declined. The vulnerable posi- tion of the property on a main artery made it a prey for vandals.

In 1952 the Wantagh Baptist Church, a new congregation, which had been meeting at the Sunrise Park School, purchased the property from the Jericho Monthly Meeting for the sum of $2,500. The burying grounds were specifically excluded from the sale. But, according to the terms of the deed, "Grantee covenants to maintain the cemetery premises, now owned by grantors, and immediately adjacent on the east to the extent of at least two grass mowings and cleaning up of debris and cuttings annually."

As a Bicentennial project the Jerusalem Chapter of the NSDAR hopes to restore and fence in the burial plot, in coordination with the Town of Hempstead Department of Cemeteries.

Cemeteries of Old Wantagh
Editorial Committee
Wantagh American Revolution Bicentennial Committee
Wantagh, NY
May, 1976
Larry Engel, Wantagh Boy Scouts, District 12
Sherwin Kaplan, Voice of Wantagh
Karl Pfeiffer, Wantagh American Legion
Donna Rigali, Wantagh Public Library