Sunday, October 18, 2015
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Saturday, March 2, 2013
The past year has seen me accept a new position and make a move to a new university setting - Stetson University in DeLand, Florida. One of the things I knew I would miss from Widener University (Chester, PA) was my work with their Osher LifeLong Learning Institute in Exton, PA. There I had the wonderful privilege of teaching beginning genealogy to a group of individuals who were learning for the "love of learning!" Each week they asked questions and tested me, but together we were able to create new family history's for them, and work to find their missing relatives. This work kept me connected with my heritage of family genealogy - and resulted in my work on this blog.
When I moved, I feared I would lose this connection. But now, just a year later, two lifelong learning institutes have opened at Stetson - one in Celebration and one at the historic campus in DeLand. And once again I'm working with lifelong learners to learn more about genealogy. Today I'm getting ready to teach this week about writing the family history - and how there are a multiplicity of ways it can be done today. Blogs included! I then realized that I had gotten away from blogging during this past year of moving - and thus this entry!
I love that we can now easily share - on a blog - all about the family. Pictures and stories that can be easily accessible to the rest of the family. Although publishing can be done much easier today than before, blogging seems to work for me. I can write in short spurts - and immediately publish what I've discovered.
So what genealogy finds have occurred since I've been in Florida? The largest has been an ancestral chart drawing produced by my grandmother and her sister (Fern Daisy Fox Yoder and Margaret Fox Glass) in 1923 of their memories of their family history. A photo won't do it justice - so you will just have to believe by description. It is in the shape of a circle - hand drawn - with 5 generations of names (that they knew of) on the wheel. What is fascinating is that the wheel, whenever possible focuses on the women in genealogy - not the men! I can't help but wonder if this was their message that they believed in the Equal Rights Amendment, giving rights to women, proposed in 1923! Fern, would have been 26, married for 4 years, with a 2 year old daughter in 1923. So I went hunting for a picture of her, and found this one. This had to be taken when mom was just about 1 year old in 1921.
Monday, April 16, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
H.A. Coleman is the great-grandfather of my husband. We are privileged to have not just this picture, but two trophy's of his that he won playing billiards on the amateur level in the early 1900's. Here is a piece from the New York Herald, on Saturday, February 4th, 1905, after he won the Class B Tourney.
H.A. Coleman wins Class B Tourney
Defeats Albert Lewenberg by 300 to 268 in Final Amateur Match at Daly's Academy.
H.A. Coleman defeated Albert Lewenberg in the class B amateur 14.2 balk line billiard tournament, at Maurice Daly's Academy, last night, by a score of 300 to 368. By his victory Mr. Coleman becomes champion of his class, as he has not been beaten since the tournament began.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Found this story about Jacob Roller Jr. the son of Jacob Roller, Sr., who lived in Juniata County, PA after migrating from Germany. He is related in the following way:
"In 1781, Jacob Roller, Jr. and a man named Bebault (Mathias Beebout) were massacred by Indians in Sinking Valley. Few particulars’ of this massacre are known, and many contradictory stories still exist in regard to it. We give Mr. Maguire's version of it, but would at the same time state that he did not vouch for the authenticity of it, as he gathered it from the exaggerated rumors that in those days followed the recital of current events.
Roller, it appears was an active and energetic frontier-man, bold, fearless, and daring; and the common belief was that his unerring rifle had ended the days of many a red-skin, Be that as it may, however, it is certain that the Indians knew him, and marked him out for a victim long before they succeeded in dispatching him. Several small roving bands were in the habit of coming down into the valley after the mines were abandoned; but no favorable opportunity offered for a long time to kill Roller.
On one occasion, four of the settlers had met at Roller's house for the purpose of going on a hunt for deer. Early in the morning, when just ready to start, Roller heard the breaking of a twig near his cabin. He peered out into the deep gloom of the misty morning, and discovered three Indians crouching near an oak tree. It was very evident that the Indians had not been close enough to the house to ascertain the number within and the inmates were in a state of doubt as to the number of savages. Profound silence was observed and it was resolved to shoot from the window as soon as the light was sufficiently strong to render their aim certain. The Indians were evidently waiting for Roller to come out of his house. At length, when they thought the proper time had come, the settlers gathered at the window and thrust out their rifles as silently as possible. The quick eyes of the savages saw, even by the hazy light, that there were too many muzzles to belong to one man, and they took to the woods with all the speed they could command, leaving behind them a quantity of venison and dried corn, and a British rifle.
On another occasion, Roller had an encounter with a single Indian in the woods, which probably stands unparalleled in the history of personal encounters between a savage and a white man. Roller left home about seven o'clock in the morning, in search of deer. He had ranged along the edge of the mountain an hour or two when he heard a rifle-shot but a short distance from him, and a minute had scarcely elapsed before a wounded doe came in the direction where he stood. To shoot it was but the work of an instant, because he supposed that one of his neighbors had wounded it; for the thought of the presence of Indians never entered his head. Yet it appears that it was an Indian who fired. The Indian mistook the crack of Roller's rifle for that of a companion left at the base of the mountain. Under this impression, the Indian, anxious to secure the doe, and Roller, intent on bleeding her, both neglected one of the first precautions of the day, - via: to reload their rifles. Roller was leaning over the doe, when he heard the crust of snow breaking in a thicket near him. He jumped to this feet, and was confronted by the Indian, - a tall, muscular fellow, who was quite as large as Roller. The savage, well aware of the fact that neither of the rifles were loaded, and probably satisfied in meeting, "a foeman worthy of this tale, " deliberately placed his gun against a tree by the side of Roller's and drawing his tomahawk, he cast a glance of savage delight at the white man before him, which seemed to imply that he would soon show him who was the better man of the two. Roller, anticipating his intentions, drew his tomahawk and stood on the defensive. The savage made a spring, when Roller jumped aside, and the Indian passed. The latter suddenly wheeled, when Roller struck him upon the elbow of the uplifted hand, and the hatchet fell. Fearing to stoop to regain it, the savage drew his knife and turned upon Roller. They clinched, and a fearful struggle ensued. Roller held his hatchet, and in this manner they struggled until they both were tripped by the carcass of the doe; still both retained their hold Roller, fortunately grasped his knife lying beside the doe, with his left hand, and thrust it into the side of the Indian. The struggle now became terrible and by one powerful effort the savage loosened himself and attempting to close again, the savage stabbed Roller in the shoulder and in the arm. Roller had dropped his hatchet in regaining his feet, and the combat was now a deadly one with knives. They cut and thrust at each other until their buckskin hunting-shirts were literally cut into ribbons and the crusted snow was dyed with their blood. At length, faint with the loss of blood, the combat ceased, by mutual consent as it were, and the Indian, loosening himself from Roller's grasp, took his rifle and disappeared. Roller stanched with frozen snow and some tow, the only dangerous wound he had and managed to reach his home. He was stabbed in four or five places, and it was some weeks before he fully recovered from his wounds. The skeleton of the savage with his rifle by his side, was found the succeeding summer on the top of Warrier Ridge.
The time of Roller's death is not positively known. Mr. Maguire thought it was in the fall of 1781.From subsequent evidences three Indians came down from the mountain avoiding the fort of Jacob Roller, Sr. which was located at the head of Sinking Valley and passed on down through he valley to the house of Bebault whom they tomahawked and scalped.
From thence they went to the hours of Jacob Roller, Jr. who was alone at the time, his family being at this father's fort. He was murdered and scalped while at work in his corn-field. His absence from the fort at night created alarm, and early next morning a party went down to his house to see if anything had befallen him. While searching for him, one of the men discovered blood on the bars, which soon led to the discovery of his body in the field."
Wednesday, January 4, 2012