Moving Day! Woohoo

9 06 2009

Finally, this silly blog has a brand spanking new home.
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(No, it’s not a typo. I put some clothes on.)

Family History part 3

29 03 2009

“Many years later my mother became acquainted with John Fitzgibbons, an Irishman living at Lacon who avowed that he had been born on the Tumy estate in Ireland and gave much information about the Tumys of Ireland. I have suspected that relationship to royalty is a very doubtful honor.

In time my folks decided to try their fortune in Illinois, so on the 2nd day of October in 1866 they began what was the most talked of journey in their lives. The distance was less than 150 miles, but it was made in a covered waghon, and the time required was 6 days. The seven nights were spent in outdoor camps. It is worthy of notice that the family possessed no fire arms of any kind. My father had no love for them and never fired a gun a half dozen times in all his life. But there was one faithful guard day and night, a large New Foundland dog, coal black and with a white breast and plume-like tail that made him a very handsome dog. His name was Ben and he took charge of the party. I would give much for a picture of that pioneer family on the march. There were nine persons in the party of which I was the youngest. The party left Crawfordsville at daylight with Ben leading the way, looking backwards every few yards to make sure that the wagon had not turned off on some cross road. A light rain begain falling about 10:00 o’clock in the morning, the wind whipped to the north west and snow began falling, increasing in volume as the night came on until a regular blizzard was blowing and the ground was covered with snow to the depth of two inches. The country was thinly settled, and log cabins were few and far between. The prospect for camping in the snow, with out wood, was not a cheerful one, but when it was nearly dark they came to a deserted old cabin having a fire place. The family piled out and took possession and prepared to spend the night. Wood was found and a fire buildt in the chimney. Bread was baked in a large iron skillet with a long handle, and a heavy iron lid. The dough was put in the skillet, and set on a bed of live coals. The lid was placed on the skillet and covered with live coals also. There was one drawback, the lid had to be lifted every little while to let out the steam or the bread would be soggy. In due time the bread was baked a rich brown and to nine hungry mouths it was like manna from Heaven. After being warmed and fed, the spirits of the family came back and Ben was so pleased that he waved his tail so hard that it raised a dust and he was ordered to lie down and keep quiet. The night was spent in comfort and a bright sun the next morning brought back the usual high spirits of the family. At one time the family seriously considered turning back. By noon the snow had melted and by night the ground was dry. For the next six nights camp was made in the open. Eight members of the family slept in the wagon and my father and Ben slept under it. Two or three times each night Ben would get up and make the rounds of the camp. He would first visit the horses and then walk to the wagon and up the tongue to the box and putting his forefeet on the dash board would stand there for a time until satisfied that all were there. He would return to his bed then. One night my father was awakened by Ben pulling at his arm and knowing that something was wrong, arose and went to the horses to find that one of them had slipped its halter and was starting on the back track. My father securely tied the horse and was very grateful to Ben for saving him much trouble.”

Charles F. Buck
(to be continued)

Family History part two

19 03 2009

Part 2

True to the traditions of the times he raised a family of ten, six boys and four girls. Names were John – who became a noted surveyor and died early of consumption, leaving a family of two girls and a boy, and when last heard from still lived in Crawfordsville, Indiana.

The next son was William who kept up the family traditions by raising a family of 9, one of whom died in infancy. Their names being Andrew, Sarah, Nancy, Lucy, Mary, Willis, Martha and Charles.

The third son of my grandfather was named George, and was never married. He was a saddler by trade and joined the gold rush to California by way of the Isthmus of Panama. In crossing the Isthmus he contracted yellow fever and died. The Buck family did not know what had become of him until more than a year afterwards a letter came from California from a man who was in Uncle George’s party, and who made the trip to California in safety. Uncle George was known to have had more than $400.00 when he left home but what became of it, will never be known.

The fourth son of my grandfather was Samuel, who learned the trade of a brick moulder and came to Illinois in 1858 and began work from Joseph Malone, whose daughter he married a few years later. To this union was born four children, one of whom died in infancy, Andrew, Ella and William.

The fifth son of my grandfather was named Daniel, who died while a very young man.

Jacob was the sixth son of my grandfather and came to Illinois while a young man and when the war between the North and South broke out he volunteered in a company of men from his neighborhood and was with Grant and Vicksburg, where he died of yellow fever.

The daughters of my grandfather were Lucy, Mary, Catherine, and Nancy. My mother was born in Cincinnati, Ohio. Her maiden name was Harriet Tumy. When my mother was three weeks old her mother died and my grandfather let a childless couple by the name of Corey take my mother for a short time, until he could make arrangements to keep her himself. The Corey’s were afraid that they would not be allowed to keep the child, so they kidnapped her and took her to the backwoods town of Crawfordsville. My grandfather searched high and low for her but he never knew what became of his daughter.

The Corey’s treated my mother as their own child until they began to have children of their own. Then they made my mother a slave to care for a flock of six or seven children of their own. Mother supposed that she was one of theirs and could not understand why they treated her so badly. An old man, who pitied my mother, suspected that she did not belong to the Corey’s took it upon himself to look into the matter and after a time got a confession from Corey of how they had obtained possession of the child. This man took another step and told my mother the truth about her parentage in the presence of Corey and his wife. They admitted the facts and gave her the address of her people in Cincinnati. My mother immediately left the Corey’s and went to make her home with an old couple by the name of Warren. She wrote a letter to the address given to her by the Corey’s and was astonished to receive a letter from a brother. My mother was then 16 years old. Her brother invited her to pay him a visit which she did and found she had another brother, both of her brothers were prosperous business men of Cincinnati. Her father was reported by neighbors who knew him, to be wealthy, but her brothers refused to make an accounting on the ground that the estate had been closed for 16 years and could not be re-opened. My mother learned that the Tumy family in Cincinnatti was descended from a younger brother of Lord Tumy of Ireland.

More next time….

19 03 2009

Edit: Sorry, that was a pixelpipe test. Clearly, I won’t be allowing Pixelpipe to post to my WordPress account. Ahem…

17 03 2009

Family History part one

12 03 2009

My grandmother found this story amongst some of our family belongings. This is just the first part as it is a pretty long story.

The founder of the Buck family in American was Hosea Buck, who came from England shortly after the Quakers settled Pennsylvania, about 1638, and settled about 40 miles from Philadelphia.

He had some money or he became possessed in some way of a large tract of land. As was the custom in those days, aided and abetted by his good wife they raised a large family, and of the family were 8 boys, enough to stock the entire country with Bucks. The family prospered, and their name was given to a County, and to a mountain. Bucks County and Bucks Mountain stand as monuments to our family name that time cannot destroy.

When I was there some 30 years ago, every fourth person was named Buck. While the original stock of Bucks came from England, a large influx of Germans settled near and inter-married with the Bucks and as a result the English language was forgotten and that mongrel language known as Pennsylvania Dutch was spoken, down to my father’s time, who went to school to learn English. The founder of this western branch of the Buck family was Andrew Jackson Buck, who was born in Pennsylvania and grew to manhood there but decided that he would see what the country was like farther west. He had learned the trade of shoemaker, so that he was assured of finding work at all times. With his kit of tools slung over his shoulder and a sound pair of legs, he set out to walk to Ohio, which he reached in due time. He stayed in Ohio for several years, but walked back to Pennsylvania once to see his folks and then returned to Ohio. He was not satisfied there and shouldering his kit of tools he set out for Indiana. He had almost crossed the state before he found a place to his liking.

The village of Crawfordsville contained 3 or 4 log cabins, but it looked like a good place for a shoemaker, and it was. The shoemaker went from house to house and stayed until he had made foot wear for all of the family, which in families of 10 to 15 was no small job. In the home of one of his patrons he fell in love with a daughter, and being a young man of good habits and possessing a good trade, the young lady was perfectly willing. So my grandfather build him a log cabin of his own and stopped boarding from house to house to make shoes, but opened a shop and had his customers come to him. This shop he worked in for more than fifty years.

To be continued.

Charles F. Buck, Prominent Marshal County historian and nature student, has been an honorary member of the Journal staff for many years and his readers are found wherever the Journal goes. Mr. Buck is a former postmaster and only last year retired from active business as a groceryman and secretary of the Lacon Building and Loan association. He is well versed in Marshall County history and his resources have been a valuable aid in making the Centennial edition more interesting. Mr. Buck was President of the Old Settler’s Association when the city of Lacon celebrated its 100th anniversary in 1931. Now retired, Mr. Buck enjoys the best of health and takes a keen interest in the things he has always liked, but pressing matters of business before have always made it impossible to give his time to his hobbies, such as history, nature study, and geology.

[My grandmother's note states this was an article found in a scrapbook]

Friday Furlough Day #1

6 02 2009

Today marks my first Friday Furlough Day. I’ve spent alot of time leading up to this trying to figure out what I will do with these Fridays. I had a list that included various home repairs and cleaning that I’ve never gotten around to doing. The kids are away at school because schools haven’t been closed – yet.

So despite a very ambitious to-do list, I find myself sitting in a cafe leeching an internet connection so that I can upload photos of my trip last weekend to Point Reyes and update my dumb phone. Realistically, this uploading thing is going so slowly that I’m doing a little potty dance in my chair. It’s sad that, in this economically shitty world, I’m afraid to walk away and leave my computer and other belongings unattended in a downtown coffee shop long enough to pee.

But such is life.


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