_Jonathan CLINKENBEARD _+
| (1788 - 1836) m 1816
_James Lyburn CLINKINBEARD _|
| (1819 - 1897) m 1849 |
| |_Sarah SMART ___________
| (1800 - ....) m 1816
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|--Viola Eugenia CLINKINBEARD
| (1855 - 1955)
| _John HOLMAN ___________+
| | (1787 - 1864) m 1810
|_Mary Ann HOLMAN ___________|
(1833 - 1879) m 1849 |
|_Elizabeth L. DUVAL ____
(1792 - 1841) m 1810
[2224]
From a Honolulu Newspaper, about 1947:
Woman, 90, Unruffled by Wave Buffeting
Mrs. Viola Vanderburgh, 90 year old globe trotter, refers to herself playfully as a "harbinger of catastrophes."
Her latest clinch with calamity was the tidal wave which swept her away from the breakfast table at the Wailupe home of her daughter, Mrs. Antonio Perry.
"I've lived a long life," she said calmly. "I hardly expect to die in bed, after the events I've lived through."
Mrs. Vanderburgh's calamities started with Indian attacks on the Oregon village in which she lived and the constant fear of scalpings she and her family lived under until law and order was finally established in the northwest.
Moving to San Francisco to start out anew, Mrs. Vanderburgh arrived just in time for the San Francisco fire and earthquake in 1906.
With the advent of the horseless carriage, Mrs. Vanderburgh managed to get into two automobile wrecks and come out unscathed.
Deciding to visit her sister six years ago, she arrived in Honolulu as bombs were dropping over Pearl Harbor.
On her last trip to Hawaii a month ago, Mrs. Vanderburgh decided to fly.
"I'd ridden everything from a stage coach to the new fluid drive automobiles, and I've been aboard all sorts of ships from clippers to the latest luxury liners, so I decided to try the airplane!" she said, with a grin.
"We left on the 13th of the month and of course, we developed engine trouble half way across the Pacific and had to turn back! Then I arrived for the tidal wave. There ought to be a warning out every time I change my residence!"
Mrs. Vanderburgh, still active and alert, spends her time at the hospital recuperating from the minor bruises sustained during the tidal wave, reading Time magazine and detective stories.
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Journal of Viola Clinkinbeard Vanderburgh (1855 - 1955)
Compiled from two incomplete record books kept in Viola's own hand, found by Virginia Vanderburgh Robison and Margaret Vanderburgh, and transcribed by Virginia V. Robison and Susan V. Flanagan.
John and Betsy Holman were married in Kentucky, moved to Missouri a few years later, raised a large family and there the mother died.
The Oregon country was most of the talk at that time. Horace Greely advised "Go West young man". Grandpa was not young but caught the fever. In the spring of 1843, he and son Daniel decided to go, but not until Grandpa had been promised by each of his children they would follow if he reported favorably.
Joined the first emigrant train. There was no wagon road, and much of the distance not even a trail. They left in the old fashioned covered wagon drawn by oxen. Nothing special happened on the trip and they arrived in the Willamette Valley in late October. He liked the country and at once he and son began falling trees and soon had a large log house. The building and making of furniture left them busy all winter.
There was a yearly mail. Grandpa wrote for all the families to come it's a grand country. Mailed his letter, as all were those days, to be carried by the FIRST train going back. There was always one returning as well as one coming. They rec. letter late that fall and prepared to start in early spring. Most of them came that year, 1845. My mother was with them. They arrived in [Nov.?]
Little unusual transpired, but the ambition of the young men was to carve his name and date on Pikes Peak. One day a group were so occupied when the alarm Indians coming was heard. All left at once, but George Lovejoy had carved George Love only and the others said the Love was there but the Joy all gone. It proved a fake alarm, but the young man said that some day he would finish it. He did 20 years later.
When they reached their destination found a good home all ready, with the happiest father imaginable, a big fire, room for all and vegetables for them and for friends as well. They had not only these, but dried fruit, wild strawberries and gooseberries, the only fruit available, bacon, corned and fresh beef. Plenty for all and a feast after the poor food on trip.
Soon all had located on donation farms of 640 acres each. He [Grandfather Holman] had the usual donation claim of 640 acres and most of his children had near, two of them adjoining. Grandpa taught the first school in Yamhill Co., Oregon in the little log house. As he had the largest sitting room, there being no school house, taught in that room. Church services were also held there.
He had the children read such books and papers as could be found. Once to his surprise, a bright youth read of the Passify Cocean, again the Passify Cocean, pronounced cosheen. Son, how is that spelled? Imagine his surprise when the reply was PACIFIC OCEAN. But Passify Cocean was long remembered.
One daughter and family could not leave in 1845 but did the next year, and in the meantime met Mr. J. L. Clinkinbeard, decided he was a fine man as well as ambitious young man who wanted to go, but a single man could hardly manage. It was decided to accept his offer to join them, he to help in provisions or food, drive a team, or in fact be a handy man. So he was as one of the family. It proved a good thing for all. They met with trouble. A little two-year old daughter died. They buried her, leveled off the grave smooth, scattered the soil, then formed a corral for the cattle (ox team), by placing the wagons in a circle. The cattle were there one day and night. No sigh of a grave was seen. This was done because the Indians dug up, desecrated all graves discovered. My father said it was the saddest day of his life.
In 1849 he and my mother, Mary Ann Holman, were married in the church, sitting room, in the old home. Dr. McBride the minister married James L. Clinkinbeard and Mary Holman.
California and Gold was heard on all sides. Gold discovered in Calif. Then the rush. My father left at once, was successful, as well as homesick, and returned to his bride. He located in Portland and built the first sawmill there, also a nice little cottage. He did well, but the wanderlust still survived. Went south til he reached Wilbur, Douglas Co., thought it the most beautiful place he had ever seen. He bought a large place with house, vegetable garden, and orchard near [or?] in the village, consisting of a school house of logs and a church were combined. He helped build the Academy, the highest school south of Salem [also?] Portland. Father donated the ground, and also for the Methodist parsonage. He built the first hard finished (or planked, as then called) in Wilbur. A really nice house. Lived in it til burned in 1871. Moved to Marshfield, Coos Co., in 1875.
Safety Pin
One day while living in Portland, Mother visited the best store, and to her joy was shown a German-silver safety pin. She bought one, a friend with her another. Then a young man saw them and at once purchased a fine gift for his sweetheart and proudly presented her with a shawl pin.
Mother used hers for the first baby born in Portland, when no longer needed put it carefully away. This was done for the next eleven babies. Then, oh, it was lost. So the last two had the common pin with no clasp.
Lincoln, President, 1861
All went well till in 1860, never to be forgotten. War was imminent. Lincoln was elected President, and soon was was declared, 1861. The telegraph was put through, but no office in Wilbur. Nearest office was in Roseburg, and when anyone went there, learned of news of battles etc., on returning rode through Wilbur, calling the news. Then the glorious news "Lee has surrendered to Grant." War was ended.
Later, but not long after this, one dark, stormy night, rain came in torrents, we were all seated by a good fire in the big fireplace, when we heard a rap at the front door. Sister Ada answered. Pa sat with the big family Bible on his knee, reading a chapter, beginning family prayer. When the door was opened, John Wesley Kukendall, a young friend, walked through the hall, stood in living room door, water dropping from coat and hat, said I have just come from Roseburg and have sad news. Lincoln is dead. He died this morning. He was in a theatre when John Wilkes Booth jumped onto the stage where he was seated with his wife, fired a bullet into his head. He lived till this morning. Seward was ill in bed near there. A man entered his room and stabbed him. He is not expected to live. It seemed too horrible. Next morning the bell was tolled for an hour.
Later, preparations were made fro the memorial service, and all Wilbur as well as the nation was mourning. Mrs. Royal, wife of Prof. Royal, composed a hymn for the occasion, then drilled ten little girls to sing it. I was chosen with nine others as having the best voices. The hymn - Rest, Lincoln, Rest - was sung to the tune of Rest, Brother, Rest. I can remember two verses only, the first and second.
Lincoln rest from sin and sorrow,
rest thine earthly race is run.
Upon thy slumbers dawns no morrow.
Rest the heavenly crown is won.
Chorus -
Rest, Lincoln, rest.
(repeated several times)
Murdered by a southern traitor
While his friends were near his side.
Asking God to bless his country,
Lincoln for the Union died.
Christian Commission
A national organization of the women of U.S. One was formed by the women of Wilbur. They knit socks, sewed, did everything possible to raise money for the soldiers. They were to hold a Fair, so made things to sell, shirts, socks etc.
One day a lady said I think it would be nice for the little girls of Wilbur to piece a quilt, and we quilt it for them. All agreed. So we pieced a block each, a [9?] patch. Took a long time, as we felt each stitch must be perfect. A lady said in answer to our wonder, how much will it bring. She said ten dollars. Oh the pride, glory. $10.00 Another said, it may bring $15.00 Then the long-awaited Fair:
Things were auctioned, then near the last, Auctioneer held up our quilt, said I have here this beautiful quilt, made by the little girls of Wilbur, not one of whom was more than ten years of age. He spread it out to best advantage, asked what am I bid for this beautiful quilt? A voice, $5.00, another $6.00... 7...8..9...10. Oh, our hearts were full...Who bids? 12...13...15...20...21... 22...22.50...23...23.50...24...25...and on to 30.
A little old man had kept the bidding going. Then, Who bids? etc., but it was sold to the little old man. He stood at the back of the crowd, walked through the middle aisle onto the platform. Placed the money and, oh, part of it was gold, then took the quilt, held it up turned it every way. Then draped it around his sounders saying never have I possessed anything I so hightly prize as I do this quilt pieced by the little girls of Wilbur, not one of whom is more than ten years of age. With it draped around him, he bowed and thanked us, marched around and around through different circles, then danced down the aisle bowing to right and left to those little girls, none of whom could ever forget it. Nothing more thrilling ever did or could happen to the little girls of Wilbur.
Visitors Announced
One bright sunny morning, we children were playing in the front yard when the rooster strutted by us, went to the front door which was open. He stood looking into the hall, flapped his wings, crowed twice, then turned went to door of our playhouse, crowed seven times.
We rushed in told Mother that visitors are coming, two ladies and seven children. Why do you think so? We know, the rooster crowed, etc., so we had better get ready. She said all right. Catch the chickens to fry. We did, she dressed them, hung them down in a deep and very cold well. We picked and shelled peas, enough for all, scraped new potatoes, prepared a good dinner. We were scarcely finished when two ladies came, one had three children, the other four.
We never knew the rooster to be mistaken.
John Brown a Relative.
In her old age, Grandmother C. told me, "John Brown, whose soul goes marching on", was a relative (a cousin, 2nd) of hers. His father and her grandfather were cousins. She had never told her children. Years later I told W.S. [Winfield Scott Vanderburgh] and he was very much amused. I later told Aunt Philura. She thought as amusing as did we. We decided Grandfather objected to their knowing of the disgrace. My mother was as prejudiced as were others, but she refused to let us sing, "John Brown's body lies a mouldering in the ground, and his sould goes marching on."
A pity to us for it was a very popular song.
Prayer was Answered
Wilbur is surrounded by hills, covered with rock and in some are caves. One such was not very far from our home. A cave in the side of a hill, had an entrace so low that we had to get on our hands and knees to enter. The ceiling was higher than we could reach, was 12 or 15 feet long and nearly as wide. A wonderful place for a playhouse. We carpeted it with moss, a dark green that looked like plush, and could be lifted, carried in as large pieces as 2 or more could manage. Also had the usual things, table dishes etc.
Ada and I were there one A.M. when we heard Ma call. Ada, Lola [Viola's nickname], come to dinner. We started put our hands out then saw an immense goat with horns that looked 3 ft. or more long. He stamped his feet shook his head, so we darted back, watied a while, looked and still he stamped, shook his head.
Ma called again. What could we do? Decided to pray. Always a hymn before prayer, so we sang Jesus, Lover of my soul, every verse. Ada prayed, then we looked out. Still there so we sang from Greenlands Icy Mts. or something as long, and I prayed. Looked out, still there so we sang again and joined in prayer, repeating all we remembered used in "meeting". Looked out, and oh our prayer was answered. He was nowhere in sight. We rushed home, told Ma all about it how he shook his head, long horns so fiercely. She said you did just right. Always pray when in trouble and God will answer.
The Sitkum Siwash
One day a squaw with her baby came. She wanted apples I believe. Pa said that skookum papoose. She beamed. Then he said "Hi you skookum Sitkum Siwash."
She almost threw the baby down turned on him, pulling his hair kicking, and it looked for a time as if he would get a good thrashing. She was so angry, insulted. Her baby was full blooded Siwash. Not a halfbreed as he said.
She was as much insulted as a white woman would have been under the circumstances. No halfbreeds wanted or admitted as such by any self-respecting Indian woman.
Ducky
One day in the spring brother John was down near a swale, as it was called. A stream that seemed to be still, not flowing, and was a fine place for gooseberries. He had picked a lot when he saw a little wild duck, a day or two old, strayed from its mother. He picked it up, and hunted for her, but could not find her, so concluded to take it home with him. He did and we cared for it. Grew fast and seemed as content as the chickens. We called it ducky. It never strayed and was a pet. One day late in the fall, we were feeding chickens and duckie, when he gave a peculiar cry. Looked up as we heard wild ducks passing. He flapped his wings and away he flew, up into the sky, joined the flock, and never again did we see ducky.
Hazel Nuts
Oregon produced excellent hazel nuts, but unfortuantely not near enough our home to enable us to pick any. We knew how to secure them easily. Indians would come with loads of them and we bought them. A little string or even a few bright beads would buy a bushel, sometimes two bushel sacks full fo the nuts. We also [?] pieces of bright ribbons, which they eagerly sought. So we laid in a winter supply of hazel nuts. Did we cheat? Indians did not think so. Do you? If so, recall how Manhattan was bought.
They, Indians, had a happy hunting grounds, otherwise a cemetary in southern Oregon, and each year, they met from all over the state, and journeyed to decorate and pay honor to their dead. They passed by our home, led by their princess on a wonderfully decorated pony. She was always dressed in splendor, the brightest colors to be had, beads, brass jewlry etc. Her pony the same, as highly decorated. Then followed on pony or foot all the members who could possibly attend. They knew we had a good many sweet apples, and we always gave them. Not one would taste them til the princess and pony was loaded with all they could carry or could be hung on pony. When she began to eat, all j ined in the feast and departed with every tooth showing in a grin. These are my earliest memories of meeting Royalty.
1870
In July of that year my father was quite sick. Mother sent the little folks out to play to avoid their noise. They played in the oak grove near, and that evening all three, Freddy, Allie, and two-year old Dill, became very sick. Pronounced it poisoning. Freddy, the eldest, near 5 years, was unconscious from the first. Allie could remember they found and ate some sweet gum. A neighbor had put poison in sweetened dough to kill squirrels. They found it, thought it gum. Freddy died that night, the 24th of July, 1870. The other two recovered after weeks of suffering. My mother said to all of us we must never mention the poisoning as we think it was. He would feel so badly so tell no one what we think. The doctor thought she was right. Our neighbor friend never knew the circumstances, just poison of some kind.
I mention this so you may know how kind and thoughtful my mother was in this as in all I knew of her.
The next year, 1871, our house was burned with much of its contents early in October. We lived in rented houses until Father sold the home place and moved to Marshfield, Coos Co., in 1875. This was early in May, and the following August the two couples were married. All lived in Coos Co. for many more years. [Married August 29, 1875 - Viola Clinkinbeard and Winfield Scott Vanderburgh; and John Jay Clinkinbeard and Philura Vanderburgh.]
In 1879, my mother visited Lish Sprague and Mary, son in law and daughter. They lived in Empire. They decided to have a little picnic on the beach opposite Empire. Invited Alf Sprague, a brother, and Louisa Stokes, a friend, to join them. It was a beautiful day, and they were enjoying themselves. They had their luncheon, then strolled along the beach for some time. They noticed an unusually large wave coming. Ma [remarked] quoted "Thus far shalt thou come and no farther." The wave hit a log lying on the beach, threw it back, where it struck her. A knot pierced her heart. She died with a smile on her face. She was brought home and funeral [?] Methodist church, of which she was a member. The text was "Therefore be ye always ready, for in such an hour as ye think not, the Son of Man cometh." She died the 5th day of Feb, 1879. Pa died the 5th day of Feb, 1897, just 18 yaers, passed away that morning in his sleep. Hymns sung at Mother's funeral were "Sweet Bye and Bye" and "Servant of God, well done." The latter from the Methodist hymn book.
I Secure a Passport
In October and November, 1918, Flu was epidemic in San Francisco. I was in Honolulu and very anxious to return, and passage hard to secure, so I booked on three vessels, with intention to take the first wtih a vacancy. All were booked full, but with a chance one or more would leave the boat at Honolulu. One did and I took the stateroom, on a little Dutch vessel, the Kawi, a foreign vessel, so I must have a passport.
First must have photos, taken by authority. I was seated with a flash or very bright light overhead and in front of me, and one at my feet. The result was amusing but not really flattering. Rec. photos, was sent to an official who asked the following questions.
Where was your father born, but first, Of what country are you a citizen? U.S.
Where was your father born? Kentucky
Where was your mother born? Missouri
Where were you born? Oregon
In what county? Douglas
In what town? Wilbur
In what year? 1855
In what month? November
On which day? 5th
How tall are you? 5 ft. 2.5 inches
Weight? 125
Looked at me, wrote complexion medium, hair dark gray, eyes blue, chin pointed.
He then fastened a photo to papers with above questions, filed one, made two more. Sent me to another official with the two papers. He filed one, sent the other to S.F.
We sailed the 8th of November, lovely weather and fine crew and passengers.
Nothing unusual till the 11th when we were informed a wireless message states the Armistice has been signed. Cheering, shouting, words fail to describe it. When we went to dinner the front wall was decorated with U.S. flag draped around large picture of Pres. Wilson in center, on right, British Flag and King George. Left, France with their King, on other walls were flag of Holland and and many more, flowers and evergreens everywhere.
Dinner was wonderful, prepared by a chef, said to be as good as the world can produce, with fruit, meat of various kinds, vegetables, all fresh. Truly a splendid dinner. Long tables were placed with aisles between. Three long tables.
Dessert was brought in. First came a bearer of a British Lion, he passed up first aisle, followed by one with the Lily of France. Then came the Statue of Liberty enlightening the world. All were large, Lion about two ft. (perhaps more) long, others as large. All in ice cream, but looking like the most perfect marble. The wonder was how it was possible on a small vessel and a long journey. The first officer was the speaker and certainly good. He congratulated the Allies, etc. Ended by saying while we rejoice with you we feel that all should sympathize wtih Holland, poor Holland in her deep humiliation. She has the Kaiser.
Dinner over, all on deck, where flags, wreaths, and other decorations. The piano had been brought out, and we had music. An opera co. was on board, or should say a few not entire company. They sang first the Star Spangled Banner, God Save the King and Marseilles and again and again at intervals all through the night, dancing, promenading and a wonderful time, kept up all night.
When we arrived in quarantine at S.F. Officers in masks, boarded the ship, and informed us anyone appearing on the streets without a mask would be arrested. What can we do? There will be plenty on hand for sale. There was and we joined the crowd. Officers informed us the Flu was about under control but great caution was necessary.
When I reached home, baby John sat in his carriage with a mask securely fastened. No child, or person dared step outside without one. Our little folks were well trained, put on a mask before opening the door.
After Queen Liliuokalani was dethroned, Hawaii became a Republic. Judge Dole was elected President. The Queen was in retirement for several years. She would occasionally take a walk, otherwise was in seclusion. She built a large and fine residence and named it Washington Place, in honor of President [Cleveland?] who had befriended her.
Mella was to give a concert here. Judge Dole, the Governor and in fact everyone thought it would please the ex-Queen to be specially invited to attend. She accepted. The house was crowded, a box was given for her to Judge Dole. He was on the stage when she was announced, and went to meet her at the door. The audience rose, musicians played Aloha Oe. He gave her his arm and they walked up the aisle, onto the stage, and were seated. The audience then resumed seats. The Queen was tall slender and very graceful, not beautiful at all, but had a lovely smile. She was dressed in lavender satin, with rich lace and diamonds. Judge Dole was tall, dignified, and they looked a royal couple.
Mella sang, a glorious voice. As the song ended a young man came in with an armfull of [cereus] in bloom at the time. He passed on to the stage handed them to Mella. She seemed overwhelmed, smiled, bowed, then took one and fastened to dress as a corsage, then turned, went to the Queen and handed them to her. Music, Aloha Oe, and cheering. It was all very impressive and solemn. Liliuokalani composed words and music of Aloha.
After this tribute she accepted invitations and went in society at times. She lived for several years afterward and was always treated wtih honor. After her death, Washington Place was brought by the Territory for a residence for Governors. Her room was left just as she occupied it, very fine and rather massive furnituyre, rugs, toilet articles, and pictures. Simple but elegant furniture. Always open to visitors, who wish to see it. I attended the concert, also visited the room.
The feline and the Rooster
This sounds fit for "Believe it or Not" column, but is strictly true.
When we lived in Marshfield, Oregon, we had a few chickens also a gray cat. The two were born companions, inseparable. Never did we see one without the other.
When the cat decided to take a nap in the sun, the hen settled down at his side. When she went to her nest he stayed beside her, and the children said he tried to cackle with her. When she went in to roost he could not cling but stayed as close as possible.
May, 1940
My greatest ambition, when a child, was to become a spy. I had read the Nurse and Spy, a thrilling war time story, a genuine Civil War production, describing the horrors, as well as her great help in winning. A wonderful woman also a wonderful spy.
My second ambition was to join Christian and his family in their journey through life. The book Pilgrims Progress was given me as a prize for having committed the most verses in my Sunday school class. Christian led a very exciting life, especially thrilling when he met Lions Lovely when he crossed the river Jordon.
I will soon be 85 years old, and if I could gain knowledge of Hitlers intentions, that would be of assistance to the Allies, in this terrible war. Still think I'd love to be a spy.
As to the river think I could enter as calmly as did Christian.
Nov. 19th 1940
Since the above was written I have passed my 85th birthday, Nov. 5th. It was a lovely day and I rec. gifts, books, flowers etc. The house was full of them. Thanksgiving will soon be here, and we have much to be thankful for.
Dear Margaret,
I have tried to write the family record, also incidents of years long since passed, as you requestd. Am sorry it is so poorly done, record not complete, have tried to get the missing dates, but failed. Hope you will do better when you reach the age of
Gram
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Notes written by Viola [Clinkinbeard] Vanderburgh who was born in Oregon in November 1855. The notes were written at some time between 1941 and 1946.
John Holman, born in Kentucky, English, married Betsy Duval, French, and lived there for a few years. Then moved to Missouri and lived there till after the death of his wife. He decided to go to the Oregon Country in 1843. Joined the first emigrant train. There was no wagon road and, much of the distance, not even a trail. With his son Daniel, they started after exacting a promise from each of his children that they would join him if he decided best to remain in Oregon. They arrived in the Fall, felled trees, and with the logs built a house that Winter.
Decided Oregon was all right, wrote his family to come. He then made garden, raising enough vegetables to supply his family and those of his sons and daughters, his old friends, and all he could for others. Mailed his letter, as all were in those days, to be carried by the first train going back. Mail was sent in Oregon, as in the East, once a year by wagon train.
The family arrived safely in November 1845 in answer to the letter of 1844. They had no trouble from Indians, or anything unusual. My mother was 12 years old when they left Missouri. Grandfather Holman taught the first school in Oregon in the little log house. He had the usual donation claim of 640 acres and most of his family had (theirs) near, two of them adjoining.
In 1846, uncle and aunt followed as promised, and in the meantime met Mr. J. L. Clinkinbeard, decided he was a fine as well as ambitious young man who wanted to go, but a single man could hardly manage. It was decided to accept his offer to join them. He to help in provisions, or food, drive a team, or, in fact to be the handyman. It proved a good thing for all.
They met with trouble. A little two-year-old daughter died. They buried her, leveled off the grave smooth, scattered the soil, they formed a corral for the cattle and horses by placing wagons in a circle. The cattle were there one day and night. No sign of the grave was seen. This was done because the Indians dug up, desecrated all graves discovered. My father (J. L. Clinkinbeard) said it was the saddest day of his life.
Nothing unusual ocurred. Saw many buffaloes and killed, dried the meat. In October they were detained. Aunt Rhoda had another little daughter, born in what is now Nevada.
All went well and in due time arrived at Grandfather's home where my father and mother met for the first time. They were married in 1849 and lived in Portland, then beginning what was termed a city. He build and ran the first saw mill there and did well, but he (The following portion is from the back page of the manuscript and probably should replace this sentence; [My father went to the gold mines in California, did well, and decided to go to Portland after about 6 or perhaps more months after their marriage. He built or bought, not sure which, a saw mill, built a nice little house. Was successful but again wanted a change after three years there went to Douglas Co. thought it perfect. I am just repeating what I had written on the page below.] again wanted a change. Went south till he reached Wilbur, Douglas Co., thought it the most beautiful place he had ever seen. He bought a large place with house, vegetable garden and orchard near the village consisting of a school house of logs and a church were combined. He helped build the Academy, the highest school south of Salem and continued highest for many years. He donated ground for the parsonage. Thought life was perfect. They moved to Wilbur in 1853. All went well till 1860. War was imminent. Lincoln was elected President and soon war was declared. In 1861 the telegraph was put through but no office in Wilbur. Roseburg was the nearest so whenever anyone went there he brought the latest news, victories, etc., then the glorious news "Lee has surrendered to Grant" was was over. Later, but not long after this one dark, rainy night, rain came in torrents, Father had the big family bible on his knees. We were sitting around a big fireplace, a big fire in a beautiful fireplace. He had the bible open, began to read a chapter before prayers when there was a knock on the door. Ada went to it and John Wesley Kirghendall, a young friend and neighbor, was through the hall, stood with water dripping from coat and hat, said I have just come from Roseburg and have sad news. Lincoln is dead. Died this morning. He was in a theater when John Wilkes Booth jumped onto the stage where he was seated with his wife, fired a bullet into his head. He lived till morning. Seward was stabbed while in bed sick and it's though will die. It seemed too terrible. Lincoln. Next morning the bell was tolled for an hour.
Then memorial serviecs were planned for the real (?) day, and all Wilbur as well as the natio was mourning. A lady, wife of a Professor wrote a hymn for the occasion, to be sung by little girls. I was chosen with 9 others as having the best voices. The hymn, Rest, Lincoln, Restr, was sung to the tune of Rest, Brother, Rest. I can remember two verses only.
Lincoln rest from sin and sorrow
Rest, thine earthly race is run
Upon thy slumber dawns a morrow
Rest, they heavenly crown is won
Rest Lincoln Rest
Rest Lincoln Rest
Murdered by a southern traitor
While his friends were near his side
Asking God to bless his country
Lincoln for the Union died
Rest Lincolnt Rest, etc.
and marched around and through differend aisles. Nothing more thrilling ever did or could happen tot he little girls of Wilbur.
1870
In July of that year my father was quite sick. Mother sent the little folks out to play to avoid the noise. They played in the oak grove near, and that evening all three, Freddy, Allie, and 2 year old Dill became very sick. Dr. was called, pronounced it poisoning. Freddy, the eldest, now 5 yrs. was unconscious from the 1st. Allie oculd remember they found and ate some sweet gum. A neighbor had put poison in some sweatened dough to kill squirrels. They found it, thought it was gum, as it was on a log or near it. She was young, very ill, and could not give particulars. Doubtless they found the sweetened dough, thought it gum. Freddy dight that night, the 24th of July 1870. The other two recovered after weeks of suffering.
My mother said to all of us that we must never mention the poisoning as we think it was. He would feel so badly, so tell no one what we think. The Dr. thought she was right. Our neighbor friend never knew the circumstances, just poison of some kind. I mention this so you may know how kind and thoughtful my mother was in this as well as in all I knew of her.
The next year, 1871, our house was burned with much of its contents early in October. We lived in a rented house till father sold the home place and moved to Marshfield, Coos Co. in 1875.
In May they moved to Coos Co., leaving brother, mother and baby. In June they also went to Coos Co. Mother rode horse back carrying the baby. Brother led the horse. She could not manage as it was her first ride. He walked she rode. Their children had carried household goods on pack horses, there being no road, just a trail over the moutains. They remained there til 1889 when they moved to Suislaw, Lane Co., They lost their house and most of the contents caused by a tornado in Iowa in 1847. (It is not clear to whom 'they' refers.)
This was early in May and the following Aug. the two couples (John L. Clinkinbeard m. Viola Vanderburgh) were married. All lived in Coos Co. for many years.
In February, 1879, mother was visiting Mary and Lish Sprague who lived in Empire City. They decided to have a picnic and with Alf Sprague, a brother, and Miss Stokes, a friend, all went to across the bay and to the beach. They had their luncheon, then walked along the beach for some time. Mother was standing by Aunt Mary, saw an unusually huge wave coming in. She quoted: "Thus far shalt thou come and no farther." the wave came in and struck her causing instant death. A sharp knot entered her heart, body or stomach crushed otherwise. (According to Winfield Warren Vanderburgh, father of John Bolam Vanderburgh who transcribed this document, the wave carried a large log which struck her.)
Memoranda
Clyamon Vanderburgh was born in Canada as was his wife, Roxanna, where their children were also. They moved to Iowa while the younger children were small. Later John K. met and married Emily Collier. When Lincoln called for the second volunteers, Milton enlisted. He was with Grant most of the time. In 1863 he was ill with fever. Recovered but had not fully regained his strength when he went on a long march. collapsed and lived 2 days only. He had a particular friend, a chum, so when a letter informed of a little brother in July 4, he wrote to his mother. Said if you have not named the baby, I wish you'd call him Charles Howard. He died the next day, July 13, 1863.
In the spring of 1864 they moved to Oregon. Went in style, covered wagon, but drawn by a horse team. Arrived in Oregon that Fall, living in Noti Valley at the Willamette where Charlotte was born in April.
Births
Clyamon Vanderburgh, Sep. 15, 1787
Roxanna Mitchell, Jun 2, 1789
John Kelly Vanderburgh, March 10, 1816
Emily Collier, March 11, 1824
Milton Henry Vanderburgh, Sept. 24, 1843
Caroline Vanderburgh, December 20, 1845
Winfield Scott Vanderburgh, June 19, 1848
Philura Vanderburgh, November 19, 1850
Ann Elizabeth Vanderburgh, August 14, 1853
Clyamon Vanderburgh, March 6, 1856
Robert William Vanderburgh, May 22, 1857
Darius Warren Vanderburgh, December 24, 1859
Charles Howard Vanderburgh, July 4, 1863
Charlotte Jane Vanderburgh, April 18, 1865
Ethel Roxanna Vanderburgh, September 20, 1868
Deaths
Johnathan Clinkinbeard and Sara Clinkinbeard, parents of J.L.C.
Mary Ann (Holman) Clinkinbeard, February 5, 1879
James L. Clinkinbeard, February 5, 1897
Mary Sprague, Oct 24, 1924
Ada Piper, Dec. 28, 1927
Winfield Scott Vanderburgh family
W. S. Vanderburgh m. Viola E. Clinkinbeard, Aug. 29, 1875
Warren W. vanderburgh m. Rose Myrtle Bolam, June 12, 1906
Eugenia May Vanderburgh m. Antonio Perry, Jan. 9, 1912
Virginia Adelaide Vanderburgh m. F. Wilbur Robison, Nov. 22, 1930
Births
W. S. Vanderburgh, June 19, 1848
V. E. Clinkinbeard, Nov 5, 1855
Ada Ethel Vanderburgh, June 2, 1876
Winfield Warren Vanderburgh, Dec. 16, 1877
Eugenia May Vanderburgh, Dec. 16, 1877
Infant Son, June 18, 1886
Infant Daughter, Feb. 20, 1888
Deaths
Infant Son, June 19, 1886
Infant Daughter, Feb. 20, 1888
Ada Ethel, Feb. 8, 1890
Winfield Scott, March 8, 1938
Marriages
Clyamon Vanderburgh - Anna Mitchell, March 2, 1812
John Kelly Vanderburgh - Emily Collier, Jan 1, 1843
Winfield Scott Vanderburgh - Viola Clinkinbeard, Aug. 29, 1875
John J. Clinkinbeard - Philura Vanderburgh, Aug. 29, 1875
D. W. Vanderburgh - Emma Karnowsky, Jan. 2, 1891
Robt. W. Vanderburgh - Ada E. Wright, Nov. 2, 1892
Warren W. Vanderburgh - Rose Myrtle Bolam, June 12, 1906
Eugenia May Vanderburgh - Antonio Perry, Jan. 9, 1912
Virginia Adelaide Vanderburgh - F. Wilbur Robison, Nov. 22, 1930
John Holman - Betsy Duval
James L. Clinkinbeard - Mary Ann Holman, Aug 29, 1849
Sara Ada Clinkinbeard - William B. Piper, July 7, 1872
Mary E. Clinkinbeard - Elisha Sprague, Dec 2, 1877
(There is at least one page missing from the notebook. The following concerns the auction of a quilt in Wilbur for the benefit of Civil War casualties.)
...too good to believe when $20 came, 21, 22, 23, 25, 26, 26.50, 27, 28, 28.50, 29, 30. A little old man had kept the bidding going. Then, who bids? etc, but it was sold to the little old man. He stood at the back, went forward to receive it. Placed the money and, oh, part of it was gold. Then took and held the quilt. Turned it around and around. Said never have I had any (thing) I treasure as I do this quilt, pieced by the little girls of Wilbur, not one more than 10 yrs. Fold it three cornered, draped it over his shoulders...
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Marriage Certificate for Winfield Scott Vanderburgh and Viola Clinkinbeard
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_Job COOK ___________+
| (1750 - 1841) m 1772
_Jacob COOK _________|
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| |_Mary WARRICK _______
| (1750 - 1816) m 1772
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|--Elizabeth COOK
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|_Keturah [COOK] _____|
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|_____________________
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_Charles CROOK _______|
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| _John FREDERICK _____+
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|_Sophia C. FREDERICK _|
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|_Sophia GLOSS _______+
(1790 - 1863) m 1808
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_Thomas HUGESON _______________
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_Jan Tomaszen ECKERSEN ______|
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| |_Sarah BROUT __________________
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| _Cornelis Claeszen SWITZART ___
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|_Apollonia Cornelisen SWITZ _|
m 1665 |
|_Adriaentje Cornelis TROMMELS _
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She had one child by Petrus Stuyvesant as recorded in the NY RDC. Father & mother were recoded as "Ongetrout" as Petrus had died by drowning before their marriage could take place. Petrus was probably the son of Nicholas Willem Stuyvesant & Lysbeth Slechtenhorst.
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_Henry ELTZ _________|
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|--Henry ELTZ
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| _Joseph Anthony CONNOR ____+
| | (1894 - 1928) m 1915
|_Dorothy Ann CONNOR _|
(1920 - 1988) |
|_Marguerite Frances KELLY _+
(1897 - 1965) m 1915
_Thomas FREDERICK _____+
| (1751 - 1808) m 1774
_George FREDERICK ___|
| (1775 - 1840) m 1802|
| |_Ann Margaret TIBBINS _+
| (1754 - 1826) m 1774
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|--William FREDERICK
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|_Barbara SMITH ______|
(1778 - 1866) m 1802|
|_______________________
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_Robert LUCAS _______+
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_Edward LUCAS _______|
| (1659 - 1740) m 1700|
| |_Elizabeth COGGILL __+
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|--Mercy LUCAS
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| _Benjamin SCOTT _____
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|_Bridgett SCOTT _____|
(1679 - 1748) m 1700|
|_Margaret KINSEY ____+
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_Isaac MIDDLETON ____|
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|--Nancy Ellen MIDDLETON
| (1842 - ....)
| _Thomas FREDERICK ___+
| | (1778 - 1871) m 1804
|_Margaret FREDERICK _|
(1807 - 1897) m 1829|
|_Elizabeth SHAWK ____
(1785 - 1847) m 1804
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_Harry WEBSTER ______|
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|--Harry E. WEBSTER
| (1894 - 1933)
| _William Brock PIPER ____
| | m 1872
|_Jennie PIPER _______|
(1874 - 1946) |
|_Sarah Ada CLINKINBEARD _+
(1853 - 1927) m 1872
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From Robison Families of Ohio:
John M. Wilson's bible states Hartzell's birth as 31 Dec 1861 and death as 20 Aug 1946. Both of these dates are incorrect.
Death Certificate info:
Died at 85 y., 6 m., 29 days on 29 July 1946. (Last seen alive by medical Doc. 26 July, 1946)
Male
White
Widower
Informant - H. W. Thompson
Burial - Hartzell Cem - 31 Jul 1936
Funderal Dir: Robert A. Wood Ravenna, Ohio Lic. # 1899
H. Wilson lived in this community for 50 years.
From Susan K. McMahan:
"My great-grandmother was Louisa Hahn Ellison Notman, Sadie's older sister. Even more than that, my grandfather B. T. Meyers purchased Hart Wilson's farm in Deerfield and my mother grew up there. I have pictures of it when the dam was filling up."
Hartzell Wilsons' farm "was" on the north side of 224 at the Portage-Mahoning co. line. It is now under the Berlin Reservoir (rather a lot of it is.)
In 1900 Hartzell Wilson owned 159 acres of section 61 and 94 acres of section 6 - House was on section 6.
Hartzell's farm was later purchased by B. T. Myers. In 1924 B. T. Myers owned 154 acres of section 6, Realty Trust Co. owned section 61.
Obit in Alliance Review, 30 Jul 1946:
Rights Wednesday for H. S. Wilson
Funeral services will be held Wednesday afternoon 1:30 p.m. for Hartzell S. Wilson. 85 of Cayahoga Falls at the Wood Funeral home, Ravenna.
He was born in Deerfield and has lived in Portage County for the past 50 years and spent the latter 26 in Cuyahoga Falls. He was a member of the Methodist Church of Cuyahoga Falls.
Surviving are his grandson, Harold W. Thompson of Palmyra, a brother, Morgan Wilson, of Beloit, Ohio; one son, John, of Columbia, Missouri, five-grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren.
More about Hartzell Smith Wilson:
Burial: Hartzell Cem. in N. Benton, Mahoning county, Ohio
Cause of Death: arterial sclerosis
Documentation: Death cert.
Lived at: Deerfield, Portage County, Ohio
Medical information: Had an attack while at work, on July 20, 1946. Died nine days later on the 29th at 1:40 a.m. at home. Dr. Carl H. Weiderimer, Berlin Center, Ohio.
Occ/Profession: Farmer
Place Born: Deerfield Township, Portage county, Ohio
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