Jesse
McCoy Trinkle was born in Stampers Creek Township on December 12, 1876 to Henry
F. and Mary McGruder McCoy Trinkle. He died in Orange County on June 28,
1961 and is buried in Stampers Creek Cemetery. He first married on March
11, 1900 Eva Belle Cornwell born November 12, 1879 in Orange County and died
May 30, 1919 in Orange County. She was the daughter of Jacob and Nancy
Jane Stone Cornwell. They were the parents of two daughters; Mildred M.
Trinkle who married James Herschel Bobbitt and Vivian Laperle Trinkle who died
at the age of 10 of kidney failure. Jesse married a second time on July 14,
1920 to Ella L. Fuller born October 20, 1885 in Orange County and died February
13, 1988 in Lawrence County. She was the daughter of John and Mary E.
Lindley Fullen. They had no children.
Jesse
M. Trinkle was known as an historian, educator and a leader in community
affairs. He was a teacher in county schools for many years, county
superintendent of schools, Paoli Postmaster and held many other official
positions. He wrote more than 2,000 obituaries for county citizens when
asked. He was a charter member of the Paoli Meridian Club, a member of
Odd Fellows Lodge and a member of the Masonic Order. He wrote family
histories, as well as church and school histories.
If
anyone should happen to have the entire book, One Hundred Years in the McCoy
Family, I sure would like to have the rest of the chapters.
The Progress Examiner, Orleans, Ind., Thursday, November 7,
1912 ONE HUNDRED YEARS IN THE MCCOY FAMILY by Jesse Trinkle
Under the above
title our friend and local correspondent, Mr. Jesse M. Trinkle, has complied
and completed a history of that branch of the McCoy family of which our fellow
townsmen, Uncle Harry McCoy, Sr., J.V. McCoy and John H. McCoy, are
members. This family is one of the
oldest and most numerous families in the county and have been residents of the
county for more than 100 years.
The work as
completed makes a book of more than 320 pages divided into chapters dealing
with each particular member of the first family. It fives in brief detail the
dates of birth, death, and marriage, the religion, politics, occupation, residence
and more important events in the lives of each of the nearly 1,000 descendants
named in the book. In these chapters as
well as the solemn or pathetic side of many of the descendants.
Mr. Trinkle tells
us that he begun the work for two reasons, (1) the love of such work, and (2) a
desire for a record of his own family, since he is a descendant of this
family. The task was far greater than he
expected since it stretched as an endless chain into nearly every state in the
Union; but the success in at last getting a record from every family far
exceeded his expectations. It has
required much expense and more than two years labor to complete the work yet he
has been encouraged by the numerous requests that the work be published in book
form so that every member of the family may have a copy. But since completing the work he has
consulted several publishing houses and owing to the limited number of copies
which might be desired the lowest price he has received for a book well bound
and illustrated would make the work cost each one $5.00 per copy. Mr. Trinkle says he is not financially able
to go further with the work unless enough subscriptions were pledged to
guarantee the printing of at least 100 copies.
So, at our
solicitation, Mr. Trinkle has consented to allow us to publish through the
columns of the Progress-Examiner the first chapters of the work, which deal
with the early history and settlement of Orange County and Stampers Creek
township, the original home of the McCoy family. The work will be continued from week to week
until all the chapters furnished have been printed. –Editor
The writer is
indebted to many of the older citizens for much of the information contained
herein and to each of these we express our sincere thanks. Any criticism, corrections or additional data
will be thankfully received without any offense whatever, although we may not
be able to change the story. Very respectfully, JESSE.M.
TRINKLE
CHAPTER I.
Since the scene
of our story is principally in and about Orange County, Indiana, and in that
part of Orange County now known as Stampers Creek township, we therefore deem
it proper at this time to give a short history of the Geography and early
settlement of these two localities.
Furthermore, there are perhaps many of the generation of today who have
but a vague idea of real pioneer life; and these facts concerning the early
history of Orange County may serve to broaden their stock of acknowledge in
this respect.
The character of
the soil, the surface, and in fact the physical features of a country often
determine the character and strength of its people; and that such has had its effect
on many of those named in our little story is no doubt true. For, in general, there has never been a
hardier, sturdier, healthier and longer-lived people in this township and
county than the Wolfe’s Cornwell’s and McCoy’s.
Orange County, as
it exists today, is bounded north by Lawrence, east by Crawford and Washington,
South by Crawford and West by Martin and Dubois. It is in the extreme southern part of
Indiana, its County seat, Paoli, being about forty files northwest of
Louisville, KY. Taking the county as a
whole we may say it is very hilly and broken, although the northeastern part is
comparatively level.
The present
county of Orange originally comprised portions of Knox and Clarke
Counties. On March 9, 1813 a part of it
became a part of Gibson County. December
21, 1813 another portion became a part of Washington County. At this time what was left of Orange County
comprised the present Lawrence County and nearly all of Monroe County. But is was not yet called Orange County, but
was known as part of Washington County.
In fact, it was really one township of Washington County, which was then
called Orange township. The main part of
this township we now know as Paoli township in Orange County.
The present
county of Orange came into existence under as act of the legislature early in
1816. Its name is said to be derived
from Orange County in North Carolina, whence many of the first settlers
came. As it exists today it is twenty
miles square, comprising four hundred square miles.
Orange County was
at one time occupied by the Piankeshaws, a tribe of the Algonquin Indians and
at a later date the Wyandottes, Shawnees and Delawares settled here. Many of the Indian boundary lines as
described in Indian treaties, center in and cross Orange County. A few small Indian villages were located over
the County, one of which was called Shawnee, and stood on the banks of Lost
River, not far from where that stream sinks.
The chief of the village was known as “King Billy” and is said to have
had a red-headed white woman for a wife.
Frequently,
during the Indian War which ended with the Battle of Tippecanoe, November 1811,
the few inhabitants of Orange County were compelled to fly to one of the early
forts or blockhouses that were then built for protection of the pioneers. Probably the first house of this kind built
in the County was built on the farm now owned by Jas. N. McCoy—and formerly
owned by Samuel Mahan—in the Northwester part of Stampers Creek township. This was known as the Moore Fort. The house was of regular block style, and a
few yards away a deep ditch or trench was dug entirely around it and just
inside of this was a row of split posts det into the ground slanting out. This effectually prevent an approach from the
outside. Another such fort was located
farther north near Orleans on the farm now owned Chas. F. Johnson. There is said to have been but three white
men killed in the County by Indians.
There were
several places throughout the county which were used as camping places by
Indians and one of these was about the Springs at the head of Stampers Creek on
the land formerly owned by George MCoy, Sr., the real subject of our story.
A few traces of
the Mound builders—that pre-historic race about which so little is known—are
still found scattered over Orange County, but owing to cultivation, these
mounds are continually growing less.
Orange County is
very peculiar, in that two of its largest rivers, Lost River and Stampers
Creek, flow for a few miles and then sink into the earth and it is thought by
many that both rise as one river a few miles farther on at Orangeville, still
in the county and is the head of Lick Creek.
Another theory is that Stampers Creek rises at Spring Mill. There are also many caves and caverns, but
none of any great size.
The French Lick
and West Baden Mineral Springs, now known and noted world over, are in Orange
County and attract thousands of health and pleasure seekers from all over the
world. Hon. Thomas Taggart, Democratic National
Committeeman from Indiana, is president and main owner of the former and Lee W.
Sinclair, formerly of Washington County is main owner of the latter, which is
advertised as the “Carlsbad of America.”
The principal
industry has always been farming, and at first their implements for doing this
were very crude. Corn was planted and
almost wholly cultivated with the hoe, and even the hoes were not as they are
now. They were of wood or of heavy iron
without polish. A man who could raise
eight to ten acres of corn had a large crop.
The birds and squirrels were so numerous the farmer had to guard his
crop continually. They did not need game
laws then.
Wheat was sown
broadcast and burrowed in by hand or by brush pulled around by horses or oxen. All reaping was done with the historic old
sickle that had been in use in Egypt before the pyramids were built; had been
in use in the fields of Boaz long before Christ was born. In fact for thousands of years it had been
the only reaper. Less than seventy-five
years ago it was still in use in Orange County.
Then came the scythe and cradle with which many of use are
familiar. What a Godsend it seemed to
our forefathers, yet how much out-of-date to us today. The hoe, the Wooden plow and the sickle! What could we do with these today? Now the farmer can sit as independent as a
king and almost see his crops sown and harvested before his eyes. The farmer boy who has a good farm today is
foolish to leave it and rush off to the city to contract vices that will kill
him and probably dam him. Stick to the
farm and it will stick to you.
The early wild
animals were deer, bears, panthers, foxes, wildcats, wolves and coyotes. The last bear said to have been killed in the
county was in 1825 in Northwest township.
Today these are no wild animals of note, all the latest improved farming
machinery is used, and some of the farms are as good as found in almost any
rural community in the United States.
The first settler
of orange County, or at least the first settler who entered land, was John
Hollowell, who entered land in Southeast township 1807. We have been unable to find the name of the
first white child born in orange County, unless it was Mary Hollowell, born
about 1808—afterward Mrs. Joseph Clendenin—who was said to have been the first
white female child born within the present limits of Orange County, if not the
first child.
The first school
ever taught in Orange County was taught near Chambersburg by a man named
Tomlinson. The exact date of this is not
known but the first District school in the county was at Lick Creek, three
miles east of Paoli 1824, taught by John Murray. These teachers made about two dollars per
pupil of three months. Miss Sophia
Throop was the first lady teacher in the county. She taught in 187 and the first term she
received about $7.50 about her board bill.
A short description of the first school houses may enlighten the younger
readers.
The school
houses were like the homes, log cabins with puncheon floors and great open fire
places into which the big boys must roll in logs for the fire. Those who sat near roasted, and the pupils
farther away froze their toes. The seats
were logs or benches, without either backs or desks. The theory of instruction was “no lickin’”
“no larnin’”. A long writing bench, made
of a riven board or puncheon, smoothed off and supported by wooden pegs or legs
was placed against the wall. At this the
pupils took turns in copy book work writing with a pen made of a goose quill
and with ink made from pokeberry juice or from oak balls saturated in
vinegar. A spelling-match was an every
Friday afternoon occurrence. Boys and
girls often attended school in the fall long after hard frosts came and even
after ice had begun to form, with no shoes and their feet encased in old socks
or stockings.
All sorts of
teachers were employed: the “one-eyed,” the “one-legged” the “lame teacher” and
the “teacher who had fits.” The story
told of one teacher “who got drunk on Saturday and whipped the entire school on
Monday.” Often the teacher took his
“grog” and fiddle to school with him.
One of Orange County’s early teachers was an old sailor who wandered out
to the Indiana Woods. Under his
encouragement the pupils spent a large part of their time roasting potatoes.
The first road
laid out in the County, was the present Paoli and Salem road, now a pike. The New Albany and Paoli pike, passing
through the south part of the county was completed 1839. The majority of roads now in the County are
gravel or macadamized.
The first
railroad was completed to Orleans from New Albany October 30, 1851. Later a branch road was built from Orleans to
French Lick and thence extended to Jasper in Dubois County.
The first court
house was built 1816 for $25. The
present one was built in 1850 at a cost of $14,000 and has had much improvement
since.
(to be
continued.) The Progress-Examiner, Orleans, Indiana, Thursday, November
14, 1912
(Continued from last week.)
Settlers
A majority of the
early settlers were from the Southern States and had left there because of
slavery. So when the so-called
“Underground” railroad system for getting slaves to Canada was in its height,
one of these railroads passed through Orange County. One of the stations was at Chambersburg and
another at Orleans. In this way the
settlers of Orange County helped to free many slaves.
The early
settlers of Orange County were generous and hospitable to a degree scarcely
known in the present day and if a neighbor was in distress, he at once received
the undivided attention of the entire community. Nor did they merely pity, they took hold and
helped. When a new settler came to their
community, they all turned out to welcome him in a hearty way, often by
gathering at his chosen spot, and in one day would chop and build his cabin
home. House raisings were of frequent
occurrence, and at these it was the custom for the owner to have a jug of
“grog” near by to stimulate his benefactors into greater efforts.
The speech of
Orange County was the true Hoosier dialect and some of those expressions are
still heard, such as “heap-sight;” “juberous;” “jamberee” meaning a big time’
“flabbergasted,” i.e. exhausted; “gangling” meaning awkward; etc. “Between you and me and the gate post” is a
Hoosier expression of secrecy. “Saucer”
was pronounced “sasser,” soft pronounced “saft” and parsnips as “pasnips,” help
was called “holp or “hope” etc.
In dress in these
pioneer times the gentleman’s waist must be of the “hour-glass” form, he wore a
“clanhommers” coat with a low velvet collar and brass buttons, over a buff
waistcoat. He wore an extremely high
collar with a flowered neckerchief with the flowing ends tied around it, over a
plaited or ruffled shirtfront. His hat
was bell-crowned and often made of white beaver. His shoes were point-toed and in full dress
he wore a long cloak and flourished a gold headed cane and then with a fashion
of swearing and “b’godding” for emphasis he was the real gentleman of those
pioneer times.
The ladies wore
full dress skirts, much be-flounced and worn over large hoops. They wore a tight basque over which was
draped a shawl—lace in summer and broche in winter. Bonnets were universal for old and young and
their large round fronts were filled with a garden of flowers for
face-trimmings? For evenings, garlands
of flowers were worn in the hair and around the low neck and skirt of the gown,
and curls were always worn. Most every
girl attempted to sing and play the harp or guitar.
One of the
principal enjoyments of the long winter evening in this locality was the
dance. The roystering element among the
Hoosiers of these backwoods were extremely fond of dancing and as they were a
vigorous people dancing suited their natures.
The gayer ones cut the “pigeon wing” or threw in an extra
“double-shuffle” to fill in the measure. Each neighborhood had its “caller” and
some of the calls are worth preserving.
Here is one:
“Balance one and balance eight, Swing ‘em on the corner like you swing ‘em on the gate. Balance to your lady and then promenade, First couple out, to the couple on the right, Lady round the lady and the gent solo, Lady round the gent and the gent don’t go. Ladies do-ce-do, and gents, you know, Chicken in a bread pan, pickin’ up dough. Turn ‘em roun’ and roun’, as pretty as you can. An’ why in the world don’t you left alaman. Right hand to partner and grand right and left, And a big, big swing, an’ a little hug, too, Swing your honey, and she’ll swing you, Promenade eight, and when you all get straight.”
First couple out to the right Cage the bird, three hands round Birdie hop out, crow hop in, Three hands round and go it again’ Alaman left, back to partner, an’ grand right an’ left, Come to your partner once an’ a half Yellar canary right, and joybird left, Next to your partner and all chaw hey, You know where and’ I don; t care, Seat your partner in the old armchair.
Those who would
not dance played the kissing games like picking cherries, drop the
handkerchief, wee’ly wheat and chase the squirrel.
While the two
incidents next mentioned did not, or we think not, happen in Orange County, yet
they are given to us as happening in Indiana in those old times and we suppose
Orange County to have been much like the rest of the state in these
respects. The first incident shows how
the settler was in need of real money, instead of which they traded some
product which they happened to have. The
first incident was as follows: “One morning a certain squire saw a young man
clad in homespun, ride up on horseback with a young lady seated behind
him. They dismounted; he hitched his
horse and then they went into the house and were invited to be seated. After waiting a few minutes the young man
asked if he was the squire. He informed
the young man that he was. He then asked
the squire what he charged for tying the know.
‘You mean for marrying you?’
‘Yeas, sir.’ ‘One dollar,’ says
the squire. ‘Will you take it out in
trade?’ ‘What kind of trade?’ ‘Beeswax.’
‘Bring it in’ says the squire.
The young man brought in the beeswax, but when weighted it lacked forty
cents of being enough to pay the squire.
After sitting silently for some minutes the young man said ‘Well, Sal,
let’s be going.’ Sal followed to the
door, then turned to the squire and with an entreating look said:
Well, squire can’t you tie the know as far as the beeswax
goes, anyhow?’ the know was tied.”
The next incident
relates to pioneer electioneering in a race for sheriff. The story is told in the candidate’s own
words: “One day when riding along looking for voters I spied an old Reuben
plowing a field. No sooner had I tied my
horse then the agriculturist left his plow and came to the fence. I shook his
gnarly claw in the candidates manner and then began my spiel. He listened until I got through and then with
‘hems’ and ‘haws’ said: ‘Well, Cap, I’d like to vote for you frustrate, but the
other fellow is sort o’ kin to me and I don’t like to vote again him.’ Rather taken back at this seeming
relationship, I asked what kinship he claimed with my opponent; hen he, with
seeming pride, drawled, ‘Well, I got an idee that he’s the father of my oldest
boy.’”
In my quest for
the information necessary to complete this work it has required much asking
questions and I am thankful that I have received such complete answers. In many cases I have asked for narratives of
some incident, either humerous or otherwise, pertaining to the life of the
person questioned or some member of their family. I give you here one answer
verbatimeliteratim, which I received to the above question.
(Somewhat Humerous)
“I suppose most
all writers find themselves, sometime or other, in an embarrassing position
when asked by a friend for something from his pen. I sadly regret that I can not grant your
request at present, from the fact of a previous contract with my publishers to
write nothing for the press, except through and by their permission, for the
next five years.
If you wish to
consult literature, I would refer you to Sears, Roebuck & Co., Of
Chicago. This company will send their
publications free to all that ask.
Xyzorthox and
Nxzorth & Co., London, Eng., may possibly have one of my Copy Rights
published within the next twenty years.”
Such answers were
not received to all my queries, else my story must have been extremely
humerous.
Stampers Creek Township
The present
Stampers Creek Township was formed March 4, 1839. It is seven miles long and four miles wide,
lies next to the Washington County line on the East, joins Northeast Township
on the South, Southeast on the North and Paoli Township on the West. It contains twenty-eight square miles, and
its surface especially the southern half is very broken. Its population in 1910 was 893.
The township
receives its name from a small stream—Stampers Creek—which has its origin near
the east side of the township, on the land formerly owned by George McCoy,
Sr. this stream flows diagonally across
the township to the Northwest and sinks into a subterranean cavern just over
the line in Paoli Township.
The creek
received its name from a man named Stamper, concerning whom but little is now
known, and that little is largely traditionary.
By some it is maintained that he was never a resident of Orange County,
but lived in Washington County, whence he came to the neighborhood of this
creek to cut some of the fine timber that grew along its banks. Another and more probable account is that he
once lived on the farm afterward owned by George McCoy, Sr., and near one of
the large springs that constitute the source of this creek.
Probably the
first settler in the township was Peter Mahan who is said to have come here in
1809. Soon after him came the Moores,
Wolfes, Vandeveers, VanCleaves, and Galloways, whose names will again be
mentioned in this story and names yet familiar in the township. Nearly all the settlers were from Virginia,
North Carolina and Kentucky, who left their native states to rid themselves of
slavery and to found a home and fortune away from that evil.
The first school
known to have been taught in the present confines of Stampers Creek Township
was in 1814 when George Vandever, a crippled man, came with his family from
Kentucky, settled near the head of Patoka Creek and soon afterward opened a
school. Another school was opened on the
farm now owned by Wm. Hall, in the west central part of the township in
1818. There was a school at the Mahan District
in 1821. It was built for a school house
by the citizens, made of round logs with split saplings for seats. It was located on the land now owned by John
Holmes, Jr. the average attendance at
these schools was about 15 pupils for a term of three months; wages $1-50 per
pupil. The first real district school
was built in 1829 near where the Burt school house now stands. The first silent school was taught here in
1831. In 1842, Joel C. Dillard taught a
nine month subscription school at Millersburg.
The patrons were the Dillards, Duncans, McCoys, Wolfes and Cornwells.
The first free
school trustees were Joel Vandever, Fleming Duncan, and Edward Cornwell. The first free schools were in the winter of
1855-56. Henry H. Polson, I. K. Martin
and R. C, Wells were among the first teachers.
Distilleries
Stampers Creek
has always been very prolific in distilleries.
In the early day when corn was very cheap because of no market for it, a
grain distillery was run in connection with almost every grist mill or corn
cracker as they were then called and cap, calico, lead and whiskey were one of
the orders always given at the country grocery stores of that day. Among the men who have been engaged in this
business in Stampers Creek Township may be mentioned Edward Kirby, Joel Kirby,
Peter Mahan, Mason Burgess, Abram Peters, Henry Wolfe., Sr., Edward Moore,
Jarvis Smith, William Brooks, Peter Wolfe, Jr., G. B., J. V. and Andrew
Wolfe. The last five named only operated
fruit distilleries. At present there are
only two distilleries in the county, both in Stampers Creek Township. One of these is operated by Guilderoy McCoy
and the other by Andrew Wolfe. They run
but a few months in the year during the fruit season. With all these
distilleries Stampers Creek Township has so far no crime of consequence laid at
her door, either directly or indirectly traceable to these distilleries.
Millersburg
There are but two
villages in Stampers Creek Township, Rego and Millersburg; the former in the
extreme south and the latter is in the north end. Neither are large enough to be called towns,
although they have been villages a long time.
Millersburg is in the heart of McCoy settlement, therefore it will be
mentioned several times in our story. It
has been a village at least since 1833.
In this year Greenup Miller opened a store here and from him the village
received its name. He remained in the
store business here for three or four years and was followed by a man named Rogers,
then True and Rogers, True and Duncan, Gilliland and Polson, Ulrich Sailer,
Polson and Pickens, Geo. P. McCoy, and Polson and Trinkle, Galloway and
Marshall, Boyd and Son, and at present Chas. H. Galloway is the only merchants,
carries a $5,000 stock and is doing large business. These has been a flouring and grist mill here
since about 1850 and a saw mill since about 1866. At present the four and saw mill is owned by
R. A. Cauble, formerly of Washington County.
So much for the
geography of Orange County and Stampers Creek Township, a knowledge of which
will give the reader an idea of the character and industry of these early
settlers. We will now turn our attention
to the real subject of our story.
(To be continued.)
The Progress-Examiner, Orleans, Indiana, Thursday, November
21, 1912
(Continued from last week.)
CHAPTER II.
The first we
learn of that branch of the McCoy family which is the subject of our story was
in 1811, when one George McCoy immigrated to Indiana from Harpers Ferry,
Virginia.
It is not
positively known who his parents were not whence they came, further than that
they were Irish and at a still earlier date immigrated to this country from
Ireland. From his own records we learn
that this George McCoy was born in Virginia—then called Old Dominion—on March
15, 1788.
It seems that his
parentage had been thrifty enough, to accumulate quite a snug little fortune in
the new country, but none of this ever came to the McCoys in this country;
although an effort was made at a much later day to recover that part of the
vast estate which by right belonged to this George McCoy.
Early in life he
became infatuated with the love of Miss Lydia Wolfe, the daughter of one John
Wolfe, of who but little is known, other that that he was a great hunter. But, as was customary in those days—and
perhaps should be in these days—the cage must be prepared ere the bird was
caught, so instead of fitting up a home for his son, as is very customary in
this day, the sturdy old father told George that he must prepare his own cage.
Virginia, having
been settled already more than two hundred years, had become rather thickly
settled, while from the territories North and West came fabulous stories of
pasture lands, great forests, and abundant game. Hither towards this Aladdin’s lamp George now
turned his way. Not finding Kentucky to
his liking, he crossed the Ohio River and followed the then well-worn Indian
trails northward toward Ft. Harrison near where Terre Haute now stands. Here the rich prairie lands seemed to promise
a good home, but the war of 1812 now breaking out, and heeding the call for
help to stop the ravages of Indians thought to be incited by English, he joined
the forces and for one year performed the duties of a soldier in the War of
1812.
Returning thence
to these rich prairie lands he found much sickness among the inhabitants and
decided to move farther south to select a more suitable place where he might
better prepare a home for the future and build up that large family of
descendants, whose life stories make up these pages.
So late in the
summer of 1813 he returned to Kentucky, whither his future wife’s parents had
now located, and on October 26, 1813 was married to his former love, Miss Lydia
Wolfe, who at this time had just passed her 24th birthday, having been born
October 2, 1789.
Shortly after his
marriage he returned to Indiana with his wife by way of Louisville, Ky., which
at that time contained but a few scattered dwellings, and settled in what is
now Washington County, a few miles southeast of Livonia near where Sinking
Spring church now stands. Soon after
this, 1814, his wife’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. John Wolfe, emigrated from Kentucky
to Indiana and located near, bringing with them at least seven children,
viz: Aethel, Peter, Hannah, Henry, Jack,
Polly and Elizabeth Wolfe, of whom mention will be made again since many of the
Wolfes, Cornwells and Galloways now living in this vicinity are their
descendants. John Wolfe’s first land
entry was in 1819.
A few words here
to describe the first home of Mr. and Mrs. McCoy may serve to show the
generations of this day the average mode of going to housekeeping one hundred
years ago as compared with that of today.
Their first dwelling was a small crude log building which they found
already standing, but which had been used as a stable. Getting permission of the owner to make this
a temporary abiding place, he cleaned it out well to the bare earth, drove some
stakes into the earth and laid poles on them and covered these with skins,
leaves and grass. This was their first
bed.
In the same
manner they made a table and such other furniture as they were compelled to
have. For cooking and heating they built
a fire in the middle of the room and cooked their food over this fire. So here is this log stable with its rough
hewn walls and its roof made of split poles covered with wild grasses; with the
bare earth for a floor and with winter coming upon them, Mr. and Mrs. McCoy
began that struggle for existence which ultimately brought to them an honored
and respected old age and a world of plenty in their old age.
So far as we
learn they passed a very quiet and uneventful winter in this lonely habitation,
yet very busy making preparation for the coming year. They knew how to work, however, because they
were born on a farm where work was imperative, and the first lesson taught them
by an industrious parentage was, “There is no excellence without labor?”
They were
likewise taught that every effort should have their best endeavor or it was
ignoby performed.
The story has
been handed down to us—and without fear of being disputed—that when seed time
came the next spring there was a lack of seed corn in the new settlement. How to get more in time for planting was the
perplexing question! Here the young wife
came to the rescue! On horseback and
alone she went all the way back to Kentucky through a wilderness infested with
Indians and wild beasts, purchased one half bushel of seed corn and returned in
time for planting! From that beginning,
brought by this brave young wife, there has never been the need of another such
trip; but were it necessary, where would we find the young wife today who would
be willing to make such a trip? Such was
a typical pioneer life!
On October 20,
1814, while yet living in this little, old log stable in Washington County,
George and Lydia McCoy were blessed by the birth of their first child, a
son. Such was the humble birth of the
first of that long line of descendants which has led down to the present time
and is even yet going on.
Because perhaps
of the renown at that time attached to that great general of the War of 181 and
the hero of New Orleans, General Andrew Jackson, they decided to call their
first son by that name. So Jackson McCoy
is the first of the long line of McCoy’s.
So far as we have been able to learn, who was born on Indiana soil.
Mr. and Mrs.
McCoy was further blessed with sons and daughters to the total number of
twelve; ten of who grew to manhood and womanhood and were married, and all of
these except one, reared families. These
twelve children we will merely name here in the order of their birth and will
later take each in order and make such comment as we are able to gather the
data thereof.
When Jackson was
little more than sixteen months old a daughter was born March 14, 1816, who was
christened America. The followed Wesley
McCoy, born September 20, 1817; Susan McCoy born November 9, 1818; Mariah McCoy
born August 30, 1820; George W. McCoy born November 13, 1822; Berry McCoy born
October 11, 1824; Margaret McCoy, (Peggy), Born July 1, 1826; Riley McCoy born
May 3, 1828; Patterson McCoy born March 15, 1830; Allen McCoy born April 9,
1832; and Henry McCoy (Harry) born February 19, 1834.
Of these children Wesley died
January 30, 1818, aged four months and ten days, and Berry McCoy died March 5,
1825, aged four months and twenty-four days.
The next year after
the birth of their first son, Mr. and Mrs. McCoy moved from Washington County
over into the Eastern part of Orange County and settled in what is now known as
the “Wolfe Valley” in Stampers Creek township.
They remained at this habitation until 1830, when the removed to the
farm surrounding the head of Stampers Creek.
At first they moved into an old log house that was already standing on
the farm. In 1835 he built a large brick
house, making the brick nearby on the farm now owned by Mr. Floyd McCoy.
This brick house is still standing in a good
state of preservation and is occupied by Mr. Mary A. McCoy widow of Riley
McCoy. George and Lydia McCoy spent the
remainder of their life here and it was here their three last children
Patterson, Allen and Henry were born.
From this house all their children were married and ‘twas here that many
of their children lived, for a while at least, after marriage.
George McCoy,
Sr., was a very sturdy gentleman, strong in his personality, honest and
fearless. Born in those good old times
when ruggedness was a part of every man’s nature he early imbibed that
characteristic which made him through life a fighter for what he believed to be
the right. He was very easily offended
but as easily appeased. He was always
ready to fight on the slightest provocation and was very seldom whipped, having
the “stick-to-it-ive-ness” about him which made him never give up until he had
conquered.
The story is told
of him that at one time he and his brother in-law, Mr. Wilson were sawing a log
off when they began disputing over some trifle.
Without thinking, perhaps, of what lay in store for him, Mr. Wilson
disputed George’s word. Such a thing now
would in most cases, be little thought of other than to increase the argument. But not so with George. Such a thing with George meant being called a
liar. Instantly the saw stopped, he
leaped the log and before he was scarcely aware of what was happening, Mr.
Wilson had received a severe flogging.
After a little brushing up and making up they resumed sawing as though
nothing had happened, but we imagine yet we can hear Mr. Wilson telling Aunt
Betsy, his wife, his honest opinion of her brother George when he returned
home.
Another incident
showing how easily offended he was in his closing years is seen by his division
of his vast estate before his death. So
thrifty had he been that he became the owner of several good farms, amounting
in all to 1000 acres, and a short time before his death in 1860 he called his
sons in to divide among themselves these farms; while the daughters were to be
paid $2000.00 in cash each.
One of his sons,
Patterson McCoy, had died shortly after his marriage and hence had been dead
many years before this division.
Therefore Patterson’s share should be gone to his widow and their one
child. But at some time during the last
years of Mr. McCoy’s life, he being no doubt in his second childhood,
Patterson’s widow, it was claimed, made some trivial remark that displease Mr.
McCoy. This remark, whatever it was, he
never forgot; and when this division came Patterson’s widow and child, at this
request, received only $1000, just one half the share allotted the other
children. A very costly remark indeed!
But one which was no doubt given with no thought or intention of offence. These two incidents serve to show that rugged
spirit, that firmness of purpose and above all that quick temper that
characterized George McCoy, Sr. And if
there is any one general mark that would distinguish the McCoys today, counting
myself as one, I believe this quick temper to be the highest mark of
distinction. But we are glad to say this
high mark is much below that of our forefathers, and the name “McCoy” today
betokens a good, first class, enterprising citizen, and a person of hospitable
mien.
Our story would
be lacking, did we not say something concerning Aunt Lydia, the faithful wife
and helpmate of this George McCoy for nearly fifty years. Born in those same ole times and in the same
locality and with practically the same surroundings, that sturdiness, strong
personality, honesty and fearlessness were as much a part of her character as
they were of her husband. The incident
relative to her journey alone to Kentucky for see corn forcibly illustrates
these characteristics.
But, we are told,
it was good to know Aunt Lydia and to be in her home. Quaint and old fashioned to a humorous
degree, she was always careful to make every visitor, young and old, welcome in
her home. The most dejected stranger was
always welcome in her home and at her table, while the noises, whims and
caprices of children seemed to amuse her.
The Greeks used
to say, “The husband acquires substance, the wife saves it.” Such a wife was Aunt Lydia. She was a real helpmate to her husband, and
so when the autumn of life came to them they did not have to “dance” as the ant
told the grasshopper to do. The
influence of home and early training determine in a large measure the character
of the child for life; the minds of children are more impressible than in
age. Lessons learned in childhood are
remembered longest, and habits that are established during that period are most
lasting. It has been said that, “The
foot that rocks the cradle determines the destiny of nations.” Whether or not that Aunt Lydia ever rocked
her children is a cradle, it is nevertheless true that the life of this parent
was repeated in her children. Another
old saying is that the mother is what the daughters will be when she reaches
her mother’s age. It was never our pleasure
to know but one of Aunt Lydia’s daughter and that was Margaret, or Lydia and
our personal knowledge of Aunt Peggy, the above saying surely contained much
truth. The son more often, repeats his
father’s habits in words, habits, tastes, temper and ways generally and these
characteristics we believe were handed down from the father to the sons in the
family. It was Aunt Lydia’s custom to
“rule with a gentle hand, but be sure to rule.”
With this brief
description of George Sr., and Lydia McCoy, the real beginning of our story, we
hope the reader may form a good mental picture of them, that will hold them
before the reader throughout our story.
It may be
mentioned here that George McCoy had at least one sister who came to Indiana
with him or followed soon after. She was
always called “Peggy” hence we conclude her name was Margaret, since Peggy was
the name generally given to those christened Margaret in those early days. As to the date of her birth, marriage and
death there is no record, and we give her such meagre data as we have been able
to gather.
Either before or
soon after her immigration to Indiana, she was married to a man named
______Wilson and lived a short distance south of Millersburg on the farm now
owned by T. J. Winder. There is little
or no trace of the old homestead with its rude buildings, and huge rock chimney
but it is well remembered by our older citizens. And the Wilson field is still spoken of a
though it were a city, yet but a few of the younger generation know who or why
it received its name. The Wilson field
is known by all the fox hunters for miles around, since it has always been a
great place for the “chase.” Mr. and
Mrs. Wilson had several children among whom we learn the names of George,
James, and Elias Wilson, but we are not able to give any other data concerning
them. (To be continued.)
The Progress-Examiner, Thursday, December 5, 1912
(Continued from last week.)
About this time
Henry Wolfe, in Partnership with Abram Peters, engaged in the distillery of
fruit, mostly making apple and peach brandies.
Fruit for this purpose could be obtained at from 5 cents to 10cents per
bushel, and therefore the business was very profitable, and was carried on by
Mr. Wolfe until his death his death.
Henry and Luck
Grigsby Wolfe were the parents of ten children, among whom Peter, Henry Jr.,
Lewis, Mahala, Shelby, Louisa and George grew to maturity and reared families.
Peter became the
husband of Louisa Trinkle, and after the death of his father, Henry Wolfe, Sr.,
Peter continued the distilling business until his death. Peter and Louisa reared a large family, many
of whom are still living in our vicinity.
They were Lewis, Adeline, Margaret, George Ann, Virgil, Mack, Sarah,
Andrew and Minnie. Lewis and Andrew have
successfully continued the distilling business the death of their father, but
Lewis has recently sold his interest and Andrew now owns and operates the distillery
in his own name. Wolfe’s brandy today is
known far and wide in many states and is acknowledged to be second to none for
its purity, quality and medicinal purposes.
Lewis married
Rachel Beesom and they have a large family, all married except one. Lewis at present, is a member of the County
Council, an Odd Fellow and a devout member of the Baptist church.
Adeline became
the wife of Newton Mays and died several years ago.
Margaret became
the wife of Wm. R. Jones and died several years ago, leaving four small
children, two of whom have since died also.
George Ann
married Samuel J. Norman and they reside in this township. They have no children. Virgil has been thrice married, first to
Lizzie Vickery, second to Janie Key and third to Miss Kate Strange. His children are all married, and he and his
wife reside at present near this place.
Mack married
Lizzie Danner and they reside near Chambersburg in this county, owning a good
farm. They have no children.
Sarah and Minnie
never married, but both are dead.
Andrew married
Nellie Lapping and they have three children, all sons. Andrew owns a good farm which he operates in
connection with his distillery in this township.
Henry Wolfe, Jr.,
became the husband of Elizabeth Cornwell, who was the first daughter of Shelby
Cornwell, St., mentioned elsewhere in this chapter. Henry and Elizabeth soon after their marriage
settled on Stampers Creek on the land where Jarvis Smith had formerly been
running a water mill for grinding corn, but no trace of the old water mill is
now to be seen except the old mill race.
Mr. and Mrs.
Wolfe early in life became members of the Regular Baptist Church at Stampers
Creek. Mr. Wolfe died March 24, 1896 but
the widow is still living, now 85 years old, on the farm here mentioned. She is yet a devout Christian lady and no one
in the community is more highly respected than she.
To Mr. and Mrs.
Wolfe were born five sons, Patterson, Alexander, Gilderoy, Henry B., and Elvet. The later died when quite young and Gilderoy
has never married. For the past thirty
years he has been a teacher in the public schools and has also had extensive
experience in the General Merchandise business.
Patterson married
Edwina coulter, a daughter of the late Joseph coulter, formerly of this
vicinity. Paterson and Edwina have two
daughters living, both married.
Ida is the wife
of John R. Boon and has a son, Courtney.
Anna is the wife of Banks Cornwell, and have a son, Kenneth.
Alexander married Ellen Speer, a daughter of
Mr. and Mrs. Isaac Speer. They have one
daughter, Miss Nellie, who is a graduate of State Normal School at Terre Haute
and is a teacher in the Orleans schools.
Alexander died suddenly October 27, 1907.
Henry B. Wolfe
married Elizabeth Galloway, before mentioned and they have one daughter, Mrs.
Dora Coulter, the wife of Scott R. Coulter, a son of Mary A. Coulter, who was a
daughter of Shelby Cornwell, Sr., mentioned before. Scott R. and Dora have one child, a daughter,
Elizabeth. Henry B. and Elizabeth Wolfe
own and reside at the old Henry Wolfe home, the widow mentioned before residing
with them.
Shelby Wolfe,
another of the children of Henry and Lucy Grigsby Wolfe, was one of the first
children born in Stampers Creek township, having been born January 7,
1814. He married Susanna H. Throop
November 3, 1817. Their children were
Susanna, Rebecca, Adaline, Lucy, Jefferson, Hester, Anna and Mary.
Of these children
Rebecca became the wife of Henry McCoy and her life history is given complete
in the last chapter of our story.
Jefferson Wolfe
was for many years a prominent citizen in our county, being at one time engaged
in the drug business at Chambersburg.
His wife was Mary A. Hunt, a daughter of Thomas Hunt. Heater and Anna Wolfe died young. Lucy Jane married John Johnson. He is dead and Lucy now makes her home with
her sister, Mrs. Addie Scott.
Addie Wolfe
married Solomon Scott and is still living near Paoli. She has five children.
Emma Wolfe
married Tommy Radcliffe and has been dead several years.
Susanne Throop
Wolfe died in 1863 and Shelby was re-married to Elizabeth Johnson in 1871. Shelby died several years ago but the widow
is still living, now more than four score years of age.
Lewis Wolfe,
another son of Henry and Lucy Wolfe married Lydie Brooks and their history is
given complete in Chapter VI.
Eliza Wolfe, a
daughter of Henry and Lucy Wolfe became the wife of Samuel Trinkle and lived in
Washington County near Sinking spring church.
Among their children were Jacob, Stephen, Henry, Lewis, George, Billie,
Sam, Margaret, Lina, Elizabeth and Lucy Ann.
Jacob has been
twice married, first to Caroline Trabue, a daughter of the late Castilion
Trabue, and second to Anna Perkins. By
the last marriage there are no children, but by the first marriage are Sam,
Mecie, Oliver, Oscar, Oma and Ed, all married.
Jacob resides at Orleans.
Stephen, the
second named child of Sam and Louisa Trinkle married Ruth Stalcup and they have
reared a large family. Their children
living are Ott, Charlie, Ola, Arch, Herman, John Ray and Clyde. At present they reside near Hardinsburg in
Washington County.
Henry Trinkle,
another son of Sam and Louisa Wolfe Trinkle, married Caroline Colgiazier of
Illinois, and is still living in this township.
Their children are Perry, Billie and Brad, all married.
Lewis Trinkle,
another son of Sam and Louisa Trinkle married firs to Mary Coulter. She died early in life and he was next married
to Sarah Paine. By the first marriage
they have two children, Ezra and Wilbur.
Lewis and wife still reside near this place.
Sam Trinkle
married Miss Almira May and at present lives on the old home place in
Washington County. They have not children.
George married a
daughter of Thomas Roll, ‘Fine Roll, and they reside in Washington County. Their children are Tom, Allie, Mattie, Milt,
Bert, Ed and Fannie.
Billie also
married a daughter of Thomas Roll, Filda Anna Roll, and they have reared a
family of two boys and two girls. They
reside near Hardinsburg in Washington County.
Among the girls
were four, Margaret, Lina, Elizabeth and Lucy Ann.
Margaret never
married. Lina married Nelson Marshall and lives near Hardinsburg. They have two children.
Elizabeth married
a Mr. Lum Fultz and Lucy Ann married Aaron McBride. These two last named girls went West with
their families and we learn but little of their history. When last heard from Elizabeth and Lucy Ann
were still living.
Mahala Wolfe,
another daughter of Henry and Lucy Grigsby Wolf, married Hugh Young and removed
to Illinois where he family were all reared.
Some of their children were Merritt and Henry Young. The last heard from these they were in Texas.
George Wolfe, the last of the sons of Henry
and Lucy Grigsby Wolfe, was married to Emmaline Johnson, a daughter of David
and Lizzie (Shively) Johnson. George has
always been a farmer and has spent the greatest part of his life in Orleans
Township, this County. There he has
accumulated a competency for his old age.
George and
Emmaline were the parents of two children, Sarah Jane and Clarence Otis. The former became the wife of Jacob Moulder
and both died in early life. However,
they had one daughter, Estelle, who was the first wife of Wesley Galloway,
mentioned elsewhere in this chapter and lived but a few months after their
marriage.
Clarence Otis
became the husband of Emma McCoy, a daughter of Riley McCoy and their family
history will be found in Chapter X.
Emmaline Wolfe
died several years ago, but Uncle George, as he is universally called, is still
living with fairly good health for one of his age. He makes his home with his son near
Orleans. He is a true believer in the
principles of Democracy and is member of the Christian church.
There remains yet
one other of the sons of John and Elizabeth (Cornwell) Wolfe which we may
mention here. This is Jack Wolfe. Already we have given a brief history of
Lydia, the wife of George McCoy, Sr., Athel, Polly, Betty, Peter, Henry and
Hannah.
This Jack Wolfe
married a Miss Sally Copeland and they begun housekeeping in this township, not
far from the little village of Rego.
They reared a large family of children, among whom we learn of John,
Harrison, William, Harve, Peter and a girl named Polly and one named
Dorinda. John married a Miss Thomas, a
daughter of Tilden Thomas, and William and Peter went to Illinois and married
there. William’s wife, we are told, was
named Anna Jane Thomas, Polly’s husband was Wm. Blackburn. Dorinda married Sam Arteburn.
This completes
the brief history of the Wolfe side of the descendants of John Wolf, the father
of Lydia McCoy. Mush seeming prominence
has been given them here, since they have always been so closely connected with
the McCoy’s and have been so influential along with them in building up the
community. The reader has no doubt
noticed the inter-marriage of the Wolfe, McCoy and Cornwell families in these
pages, examples of which might be given in recent marriages. But nevertheless they make up the best blood
and sinew of the community.
NOTE—This
completes the publication of this story in this paper. The remaining ten chapters and the 120 pages
of chart form of each family deal with the members of the family direst. This Mr. Trinkle does not deem advisable to
publish here, but will probably place the entire work in book-form, if he can
receive the proper encouragement. —Editor.
Continued
from last week, Chapter III
As we promised in the former
chapter, we will make further mention of some of the other children of John and
Elizabeth (Cornwell) Wolfe since many of the Wolfe’s, Cornwells and Galloways
now living in this vicinity are their direct descendants; are more or less
closely related to the McCoys in this vicinity; and have been instrumental in
helping to settle and build up a great rural community along with the McCoys.
One of the sons of John Wolfe was
Aethel Wolfe. When he was grown to manhood he betook himself a wife and among
their children we find one Mary Wolfe who was always known as Polly Wolfe. This
Polly Wolfe became the wife of one Simon Cornwell who had come from Virginia to
Indiana at a very early day, settling in this (Orange) County. Two of the
children of Simon and Polly Wolfe Cornwell we especially wish to mention here,
Jane Cornwell and Lucy Cornwell.
Jane was born in Orange County in
1832 and Lucy was born April 3, 1837. In 1857 Jane became the wife of Shelby
Cornwell Sr., he tracing his ancestry back to this same John Wolfe. In fact
John Wolfe was the grandfather of his wife, Jane. This relationship came about
in the following way:
Another of the daughters of John
Wolfe was named Polly Wolfe from whom perhaps Polly Wolfe, Aethel Wolfe’s
daughter before mentioned, was named. This Polly Wolfe, a sister to Aethel
Wolfe and Lydia McCoy, mentioned in the preceding chapter, became the wife of
one Jacob Cornwell, a typical southern woodsman of Virginia and a true
representative of pioneer times. In 1810 a son was born to Mr. And Mrs. Jacob
Cornwell in their then Kentucky home who later becomes the Shelby Wolfe of our
story here since the wife of the writer is a direct descendant of Shelby and
Jane Cornwell, more of the history of their ancestry will be given in Chapter
VIII of this story.
But from what we have already given,
the reader may conclude there must have been no law at that time hindering
marriage of relation for if we figure rightly, Shelby Cornwell and Jane
Cornwell, his wife, were at least second cousins. But be as it may with them
there was no race suicide, for they became the parents of sixteen children
namely in order of their birth, Jacob, Breckenridge, Mary Ann, Shelby Jr.,
Harriett, Luella, Thurston, Charlie, Patterson, Polk, Scott, Henry, Clarence
(Dock), Herman, Peter, and an infant girl. Five of these children died without
marriage, but all the others have reared families and are today all influential
citizens residing in the community where they were reared by those hard working
parents, who at the time of their death left as a legacy to their sons and
daughters over 700 acres of the best land in the community.
Lucy Cornwell, before mentioned,
became the wife of William Galloway, another of the early settlers of our
locality. He was the son of James and ____ Galloway, his mother’s maiden name
being Galloway also. William and Lucy spent their lifetime in the eastern part
of this (Orange) County; reared to manhood and womanhood a large family of
children; and died at a ripe old age honored and respected by all.
Their children were John, James,
George, Benjamin, Charles H., Emma, Samuel M., Elizabeth, Volney, and Wesley.
George died at four years of age and Wesley died at Winfield, Kansas, where he
was living with a wife and one child on Nov. 8 1909. John resides at Noble,
Illinois (1912) has reared a large family and has been a very prosperous
farmer. James resides at Winfield, Kansas and a complete history of him and his
family will be found in Chapter VI of this story. Benjamin is a farmer residing
near his old home with his wife and youngest daughter, his other daughter being
married. His wife was miss Mary Trinkle of Washington County. Charles H. is
engaged in the General Merchandise business at Millersburg and has been very
successful. His wife was Sarah Wolfe a daughter of Allen Wolfe, further mention
of whom will be given a little later. Charlie and Sarah have two daughters,
Nellie ad Cora both married. Emma Galloway became the wife of Andrew J. Bell
and at present they have a nice home a portion of the old homestead and a son
and a daughter.
Samuel M. owns and resides on the
real Galloway homestead with his wife and one daughter. His wife was formerly
Miss Laura Wright of Orleans. Elizabeth is the wife of Henry B. (Brack) Wolfe,
a grandson of the Shelby Cornwell
Sr., previously mentioned and a son of Henry Wolfe Jr., mentioned later in this
chapter.
Volney C. Resides on a part of the
old homestead. His wife was Sarah Burgess, a member of one of the oldest
families in the county. They have two daughters, both married.
At the time of their death, William
and Lucy Galloway owned 320 acres of the best land in our vicinity, all in one
body and much of it good black loam now worth $100 per acres.
Returning to Allen Wolfe, as we
promised we learned that he was the son of Hannah Wolfe, a daughter of John and
Elizabeth Wolfe and was born in Orange County, Indiana. His father was a Mr.
Gallahan, but from early childhood Allen was reared by his mother’s people and
always bore their name. Allen had one brother, Dick Wolfe. His father was a Mr.
Arteburn. Allen Wolfe was rather odd in many of his ways, but was a fine
citizen, such as are needed in many parts of our country today. His expressions
were quaint, yet to the point, and many of our older citizens relate some
stories of him which show these peculiarities. He was honest and conservative
as is shown by the following: For a number of years, he served as a member of
the Board of Commissioners. During his services there the Keeper of the County
Asylum or poor farm, as it is usually called, asked the Commissioners to
purchase another bed for the poor house, as the number of inmates had
increased. Mr. Wolfe, with the other members of the Board went out to the Poor
Farm to investigate and found conditions just as they had been represented. But
they also found that among the inmates were an old gentleman and an old lady
neither of whom had a companion. So Mr. Wolfe proposed that they purchase a
marriage license and have this old couple to wed, so that they might with
propriety occupy one bed, thereby saving the county an expense of perhaps two
dollars. And he pushed his point so strong that he won out and the two were
wedded. Present day County Officials might well follow some of the ideas of
this old patriarch.
He was a devout member of the Primitive
Baptist Church and was twice married, first to Polly Massey and second to Mrs.
Jane Foster, the latter still living. By his first marriage he was the father
of ten children as follows: Virginia, Mordeca, Jackson, Almira, Mary, Sarah,
Owen, and Ellen and two dead. By his second marriage there were no children.
Jackson married Clara Jones, a sister to Phoebe Jones McCoy mentioned in
Chapter IV. He is a farmer, owning and residing on a part of the old Allen
Wolfe homestead, and has two children, a son and a daughter, both married.
Mordeca was married thrice, two of
his wives being sisters. They were Hester Wallace and Laura and Betty Mosby.
They had several children, Everet, Lee, Delbert, Ima, Paul, Ora, Inis (Janis?)
and Mildred. Mordeca died severally years ago. Virginia is the wife of William
Boyd, a prominent farmer of our township. They have no children. Sarah is the
wife of C.H. Galloway, mentioned before, and they have two daughters, both
married. Owen married Mollie Moody and they reside in Orleans. Owen is a
graduate of the Indiana Veterinary School and has a successful practice. They
have four children living. Two are married.
Almira married W.F. Foster and was
the mother of one child, Mrs. Stella Speer. Almira has been dead several years.
Mary married A.R. Marshall. They
reside at Mitchell and have one child, a son, Ott. Ellen is the wife of O.P.
Danner, a Baptist Minister. They reside in Campbellsburg, Indiana and have four
children, three sons and one daughter.
Elizabeth Wolfe, (Betty) another
daughter of John Wolfe married Jonathan Leathers. They reared several children
among whom we learn of Alfred, John, Frank, and Nelse (?)
Leathers. After her husband’s death Elizabeth was married to a Mr. Hickman.
They were later separated and she went to Illinois whither her sons had
previously gone and died there.
Peter Wolfe, another son of John
Wolfe, was never married. He is remembered by our older citizens as being a
rather eccentric fellow and a man who spent most of his time hunting the many
wild animals that then abounded in the forest. He lived at the time when great
efforts were being made to invent perpetual motion and many years of his life
were spent in trying to devise some plan that would make him famous as the
inventor of perpetual motion. One incident of his eccentricities is told as
follows: During his declining years he attended church at Stampers Creek on a
day when a very large crowd was present. The house was crowded and the minister
had begun his sermon. Peter stepped inside the door, surveyed the crowded
house, and then forgetting himself, or else allowing his thoughts to come forth
in words he exclaimed in loud words, “She’s chock full! Chock full!” The last
years of his life were spent at the home of Mr. And Mrs. Shelby Cornwell Sr.,
and here he died when about 80 years of age.
Henry Wolfe, another son of John and
Lucy Grigsby came to Indiana from Virginia in 1813 but we find no entry of land
by him until 1818, when he entered land in what is now Stampers Creek Township.
In these days distilleries flourished. Corn was an abundant crop and there was
no outlet for it in the great markets of the world. In consequence it sold for
5 and 10 cents per bushel, and the distilling of it into whiskey became the
only means whereby it could be turned into profit. These were the good old
times so often lauded by our older citizens: times when whiskey flowed freely;
times when it could be bought for most any price, even cheaper than milk is
now. It is said that sometimes whiskey sold as cheap as 12 ½ cents per gallon.
With this they tell us drunkenness was a thing unknown then. Perhaps ‘tis true,
but one of two things must be true also; the boys were different from the boys
of today, or the whiskey was different from the whiskey of today.
To be continued.
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