October 10, 2015
Cool, California
Here's Grandpa Tony's shot at that homework assignment you asked help for a couple of months ago. You'd asked for a bit of information about our ancestors. Although I didn't see your email in time to get anything to you then in time for your assignment, your question did inspire this project. I've been interested in our family's history since way back when my dad, Leo, placed the Jacob and Carl Peters grandfather clock into my care - the tall clock that you have helped me wind the last time you visited.
That clock has inspired me to accumulate many file drawers full of family records. But also many letters, photographs, and handed down treasures. As a scientist I kind of enjoy organizing data, so compiling a database of genealogical data - the raw facts of dates of births, marriages, and deaths - has come kind of naturally. But what I enjoy most are the hints at the stories - things that put us in touch with the people who, like us, have grown from childhood to adulthood, had brothers and sisters, and enjoyed reading, music, and art - the things that rounded out life just as they do for us today.
So what you will find here, besides the names, dates, and relationships that are the core for any family history, is a narrative where we trace the story of the connection between you, Zea Lilliana Mindling-Werling, now 14, and your great-great-great-grandmother, Anna Maria (Peters) Mindling, when she was 12 years old 155 years ago back in 1860. Yikes - there we go with numbers and relationships already. Lets get on with the story.
Note: Clicking on any of the photos will bigify them.
That clock has inspired me to accumulate many file drawers full of family records. But also many letters, photographs, and handed down treasures. As a scientist I kind of enjoy organizing data, so compiling a database of genealogical data - the raw facts of dates of births, marriages, and deaths - has come kind of naturally. But what I enjoy most are the hints at the stories - things that put us in touch with the people who, like us, have grown from childhood to adulthood, had brothers and sisters, and enjoyed reading, music, and art - the things that rounded out life just as they do for us today.
So what you will find here, besides the names, dates, and relationships that are the core for any family history, is a narrative where we trace the story of the connection between you, Zea Lilliana Mindling-Werling, now 14, and your great-great-great-grandmother, Anna Maria (Peters) Mindling, when she was 12 years old 155 years ago back in 1860. Yikes - there we go with numbers and relationships already. Lets get on with the story.
Note: Clicking on any of the photos will bigify them.
Imagine that you have hopped into a time machine - you have set the dial for 1860 and pushed the "Go" button.
Are you up
in your cute attic bedroom? Well, it has just disappeared – along with your
entire house – poof – and you have tumbled 12 feet or so to the ground.
Fortunately you have not been bruised too much, because not only is there no
303 Avery Street in 1850, but there is no Avery Street, just an open meadow
with tall waving prairie grass that cushioned your fall. Better peek carefully
up over the grass, because there could be Indians about.
Settlers cabin, Rogue River Valley - 1800's |
In 1860 the Rogue River Valley was just beginning to become
settled by white folks. They’d been arriving from the east in wagons along the
Applegate Trail for several years. The indigenous folks, the Shasta people,
were not at all happy about it and were still pushing back. But a mill had been
built down on Ashland Creek and was churning out boards to build churches,
hardware and grocery stores, homes and barns – the beginnings of the town of
Ashland.
It's early 1860 and an Ohio immigrant farm family is on their way to church ...
At about the same time that you were on the anxious lookout for Indians, two sisters about your age might have been sitting behind their parents in the family wagon trundling along a dirt road through the green hills of southeastern Ohio on their way to church. Their Lutheran church was several miles from their farm, so it would have been a significant outing.
Your
great-great-great-grandmother (GGGgrandmother) Anna Maria Peters, 12, and her
sister Elizabeth, 15, would have been in their best Sunday dresses, all frilly
and lacy. Their brother, Charles, was on the wagon seat next to them, or since
he was just five and perhaps to prevent squabbles he may have been up front
next to their mother, Mary. Their mother was holding their baby sister,
Margaret, who was just two, and was also due to have another baby in a few
months. It was a big family! Their father, Carl, was holding the reins. The
grandparents, Jacob and Katharina probably drove ahead of them in their buggy –
as the family elders they got to go in front and avoid the dust. They would
have been 76 and 69 years old, respectively.
On that long drive Carl may have been thinking about the
farm chores needed to be completed in the coming week. Or, perhaps because he
was watching his parents up ahead on the road, he was reminiscing with his wife
about how he, his father and mother, and some siblings emigrated from Germany
to America 27 years earlier in 1833 when he was just 16. The children had heard
his stories of that adventure many times, always asking, “More Daddy, tell us
more!”
The story of the Peters family's journey from Germany to America ...
Carl Peters, Anna Marie's father, and his family had lived in Durkheim, Germany. In 1833 rivers and railways were the most efficient ways to travel. So their journey began with a voyage up the Rhine River from Durkheim to Cologne by steamboat. During that trip Carl stood at the ship's railing
from dawn to dusk, marveling at fantastical castles and busy ports. In Paris
the noise and white clouds of escaping steam startled him as the family hurried
past a steam engine searching for their seat on the train that would take them
to the port of La Havre. There they boarded a sailing ship for the month’s
voyage to America.
The Peters family journey in 1833 from Bad Durkheim up the Rhine River to Cologne, then via train through Paris to the sea port off La Havre, where they embarked for America |
The Ocean voyage via sail from La Havre, France, to Baltimore, Maryland, would have taken several weeks. |
This map shows the Cumberland Road, and also gives a sense of the nation at the time of the Peters emigration. |
The Ohio River near Marietta, Ohio Painting by Henry Cheevers Pratt, mid-1800's |
Father and son went on a six-day exploration down the Ohio River, looking for land where the family could settle and begin a farm ...
After landing in Baltimore, Maryland, the family travelled to Wheeling, West Virginia. They would have traveled on the Cumberland, ot National, Road. There they met Jacob's brother, Charles, who had travelled to America at the same time. The brothers left their families in Wheeling, and with 16-year-old Carl, explored down the Ohio River looking for land where they could settle their families and begin their new lives in America.
After a five- or six-day journey down the Ohio River on foot they arrived at Marietta, Ohio. During that trip they could find no one who spoke German, so it was with relief to find that the woman whose husband ran the hotel in Marietta spoke it fluently. She was also able to direct them to land they could settle. Thus Jacob, his wife Katharina, and their children Carl, John, and Margaretta, eventually settled on about 100 acres in Watertown Township in Washington County. That farm was to remain in the family for at least 100 years.
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The Peters-Mindling farm about 1920 |
With the family settled in, and some time available, one of the first projects Jacob and his son Carl undertook in the workshop was to build a case to house the works for a clock which had been brought all the way from Germany. Since the clock was run by a pair of weights, it had to be tall to allow the weights room enough to drop, allowing the clock to run for eight days before re-winding. The weights were made of tin, curved and soldered into a cylinder, and filled with scraps of metal from the forge. Apparently at first the weights were not heavy enough to keep the clock running and turn the chiming mechanism, as an additional few inches were added to each one, together with more rusted nuts and bolts and odd bits of metal.
Zea, you will remember helping me to wind that clock a couple of years ago. Why do you suppose the clock was so treasured that it was carried all the way to America and the lovely case then hand crafted with such great patience and effort? My theory is that in a way it was as important a tool for connecting with the world outside the home then as our smart phones, tablets, and computers are today. Time was how you knew when you had to leave to get to church on time, when the train would arrive bringing visitors of farm supplies and equipment, when friends were expected to call. Plus, it was very cool - an imposing sign that your home was settled and comfortable.
But life was a bit harsh then - medical care was scarce, and drugs to treat infections not as available - and childhood mortality was high. Their first child, a daughter, Anna Catherine, had lived only three years. And as the family enjoyed their cozy Sunday evening in the spring of 1860, they could not know that Anna Maria's mother would die while delivering her fifth child, Margaret, in August of that year.
But despite the tragedies, the family lived a full and rich life, far from simply scratching out a living on hilly farmland. The family enjoyed music and books, and was known in the community for being among the early pioneers and for assisting their neighbors when needed. Carl remarried a second wife, Elizabeth Meister, in 1861. Unfortunately Elizabeth also died, in 1874, and Carl remarried a third time a year later. Working a farm required a partnership of a man and a woman, as well as the support of many children.
Carl Peters and his then wife, Anna (Starlin) with their horse and buggy in 1896 |
Anna Maria and Jacob Mindling remained on the farm to help with the labor and management, and in 1877 when Carl turned 60 he deeded the farm to them. Part of the arrangement was that Carl and his then wife, Anna Starlin, would continue to live on the farm and be provided with a horse and buggy. In his long retirement Carl Peters continued with his music and reading, and enjoyed making elegantly drawn mottos and wooden toys for his grandchildren.
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July 4th, 1925, was a big day on the farm for the
Mindling family. By then the children had moved away and started their own
families or professions. But all six children returned to the farm with their
families for the celebration of Anna Maria’s and Jacob’s 50th
wedding anniversary. It was quite a gang, and must have been a wonderful party.
Anna Maria, who we first met as that 13
year-old girl riding in the wagon with her family, is now 73 years old. In the
family photo taken that day she sits surrounded by her children, grandchildren,
and a great grandchild. Among her six children in the photo is your
GGgrandfather, John.
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Amertt Mindling shares a laugh with Anna Maria and Jacob Mindling while doing laundry on the Peters- Mindling farm |
John and Amertt’s children at the celebration were Helen,
14, and your Ggrandfather, Leo, who was 16 at the time. They had traveled from
Washington DC, where John was the secretary for a government railroad board. He
had risen to a pretty high position through education and studiously applying
himself to self-study. He was so proud of his accomplishment with Gregg
shorthand, that he made it his son Leo’s middle name!
A bit of relaxation during a visit to the farm in 1912. On the left are your GGgrandparents, Amertt and John Mindling then John's sister, Anna, and their parents, Anna Maria and Jacob Mindling. |
John and Amertt Mindling in about 1938 at Niagara Falls |
Tessie Mindling, Zea's Ggrandmother, in 1938 |
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Grandma Jean in 1969 |
Grandpa Tony and Jean Mindling, with Eric and Ian, 1969 |
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Those two children, as you know, included Sonora Theresa
Mindling-Werling, born in Phoenix, Arizona, on September 17, 1996, and
yourself, born in Oaxaca, Mexico, October 9, 2001.
So here you are, 14 years old and safely back in your Attic,
155 years after that day when your 12-year-old GGGgrandmother, Anna Maria Peters, was riding down that dusty
road in Ohio next to her sister.
Zea Lilliana Mindling-Werling |
Someday you may be be someone’s GGGgrandmother –
imagine that!