I see the hope in your comment, Gen. 1/3 prevailed in the Revolutionary War. We've been slow to respond to the globalist third, but our third is waking up on the righteous side of the bed.
thanls for this reminder. I had known that.. a third favoured remaining with the Brit tyrants, a tthird favoured separating and forming a new nation, and a third were only focussed upin tomorrow's meal.
The third favouring separation prevailed. A goodly portion (about half) of those favouring the Crown "deported" to Canada. Within the next fifty years about half of those fleeing returned. Funny thing, my ancestry races back o ALL of the above groups. Certainly many who took up arms to defend liberty here, one major segment of them fled to Canada once Independence was declared, and many are also amongst those who returned to live in the new America. We seem to have lost track of those remaining in Canada, but all those who remained or returned to America are traced.
Hmmm.. mine too, and that's not a come-on. Mom has traced her family name in an unbroken line back to a man (bearing her surname) who assisted William at the Battle of Hastings, and for his kind and excellent services was deeded a rather large expanse of land. That area has the family name everywhere. Some years back three of my siblings decided to go there, and the locals were astounded these thre Yanks were directly descended from these same people, and cared enough to come visit. They were reated VERY well. Brought back photographs of a house built in 13-something, still in use. (and my near 100 year old shack is falling apart....) Another baring her surname was part of the seasonal fishing crews working the waters around Monhegan Island, Maine, and were there to meet and greet the Pilgrims aboard the Mayflower when she made landfall at Massachussets Bay/Plymouth. I think it was three aboard the Mayflower also in our line.
AND there is a horsethief in the lot of them.. an Irishman, non-conformist, was on the run from the Brits who wanted him for "trial" (read death) because he refused to bow down to the king and his religion. He was sheltered in a farmhouse when someone saw a detachment riding up the path to the house. He scooted out a back window and hid himself out in the barn as the Brits ransacked the house to find their quarry. As they turned their attention to the barn and moved in that direction, our man went out the back, round the far side, sprinted to the front of the house ad the hitching rack. He loosed the reins of all the horses, quickly selected one and mounted, spurred him off down the road with the others scattering behind. He rode post haste to the nearby seaport, clattered through town and to the docks where he saw a ship slipping her moorings and getting off the quay. He left the horse and ran up the last plank still spanning the widening water and asked where the ship was bound. "To Amerikay" was the response. What cost for passage? He paid it and landed in New York for a short time. That was about 1840 or so. So there's the Brit and horse thief parts.
Now to Germany. That was Dad's side. His grandfather was a young man in the early 1800's and was conscripted into the Tyrolian army and forced to marsh with them. He had purchased for some pittance a slightly used zither before his conscription, and was able to bring it with him. When they were somewhere in the Swiss Alps he defected... managed to slip away unnoticed, and headed north and eventually found his way to Holland. There he took ship for the New World. He settled near Indianapolis in a German community, met and married his Wife. He learned about cheap land out in southern Nevada and moved. My Grandma was a little girl then. He realised the area he settled was rich and fertile but dry in the summers. Didn;t take him long to envision a dam and irrigation project that would fix the water problem. He designed the project raised funding and directed the building. That project is what put that whole area into prosperity. He still had that zither. At bout the same time Dad's father along with a cousin and uncle left Germany, came across into the New World. I found the record of their entry at Ellis Island, I seem toremember about 1880 or so. They settled in Minnesota, but Grandpa heard of a construction project "out west" and realised his newly acquired skill as a barber would find no end of heads to trim in a construction camp. He was right. Not only that, but when this very mature and self-reliant young girl drove her buckboard into the camp to sell dairy products to the hungry men, he took a shine to her. Learning HOW young she was he backed off, but a strong friendship grew between them. It wasn't too long before they married and setled into their own section below the dam, no end of irrigation water to supply their fields. They had ten children nine of which survived into adulthood, a rarity in those times. I am in the fourth generation of this line, three more have followed. Seven generations now from the young man who carried his zither into the Alps, effectively a prisoner. WHY do I keep the zither in this account? Many years ago my Mother (the one descended from the English warrior/nobleman and the Irish horse thief) asked Grandma about that thing.. she knew right were it was, they went up and found it in a steamer trunk in the attic.The top fce was collapsed, it was a mess. Grandma had not seen it in years, and said she might as well toss it. Mom asked if SHE could have it... she'd like to see if she could put it back together. Of course, but you're wasting your time.... she coaed it back together, was able to show it to Grandma restored. She cried to see her Father's instrument back together. I now have that thing... never learned how to play it, but won't pat with it. Its almost as old as my fiddle with I can play.
So there's the German Farmer part. See, I wasnt having you on....
Oh there is a trace of Norwegian in there, one Cherokee joined the family i Minnesota Territory before it was a state. And of course the Irish often did shift off toScotland when the Brits pressed too hard, then returned to the Auld Sod when things got better, so the Irisn and Scot bits fit in there as well.
A general knowledge of one's family history is a wonderful thing to have. No question why I, since six years old, have had a passion and love and up close involvement with seas, ships, the water, etc. It runs in the family for near a thousand years. It certainly never came to me by way of my city kid upbringing. But seawater has been coursing through my veins since before I was born. No question.
Argh.. enough of my rambling. A fine change of scene from the barmy goings on of our day, right?
Excellent post, Tio Nico! As a lazy genealogist (Legacy applicant to the DAR & Mayflower Society) I have learned much about my mother’s side of the family tree…although my father’s side also held some delights (Rev War era patriots) his mother’s Scandinavian roots have stymied my progress due to language barriers. But back to Mummy’s branches…her mother’s side was very well researched and documented; her father’s largely undiscovered gems were recently dug up thanks to a cranky cousin that set me straight on someone I had wrong in one generation…she was kind enough to give me a nudge toward a key ancestor that unlocked a treasure trove of early American ancestors (like five more Mayflower passengers, connections to most of the founding families of Nantucket, and through one of those families, a certain guy by the name of Franklin…”Cousin Benjamin”! i was floored….) But every generation needs to be appreciated…we are resting on ALL their laurels today. Our lives are crazy GOOD because of their privation nod their struggles. I am forever grateful!!
3-3-3 same as the general population split in the Revolutionary War. Probably similar today as well.
I see the hope in your comment, Gen. 1/3 prevailed in the Revolutionary War. We've been slow to respond to the globalist third, but our third is waking up on the righteous side of the bed.
amen
thanls for this reminder. I had known that.. a third favoured remaining with the Brit tyrants, a tthird favoured separating and forming a new nation, and a third were only focussed upin tomorrow's meal.
The third favouring separation prevailed. A goodly portion (about half) of those favouring the Crown "deported" to Canada. Within the next fifty years about half of those fleeing returned. Funny thing, my ancestry races back o ALL of the above groups. Certainly many who took up arms to defend liberty here, one major segment of them fled to Canada once Independence was declared, and many are also amongst those who returned to live in the new America. We seem to have lost track of those remaining in Canada, but all those who remained or returned to America are traced.
Great family tree tracing!! Mine goes back to horse thieves in England (embarassing) and farmers in Germany. I love family history!
Hmmm.. mine too, and that's not a come-on. Mom has traced her family name in an unbroken line back to a man (bearing her surname) who assisted William at the Battle of Hastings, and for his kind and excellent services was deeded a rather large expanse of land. That area has the family name everywhere. Some years back three of my siblings decided to go there, and the locals were astounded these thre Yanks were directly descended from these same people, and cared enough to come visit. They were reated VERY well. Brought back photographs of a house built in 13-something, still in use. (and my near 100 year old shack is falling apart....) Another baring her surname was part of the seasonal fishing crews working the waters around Monhegan Island, Maine, and were there to meet and greet the Pilgrims aboard the Mayflower when she made landfall at Massachussets Bay/Plymouth. I think it was three aboard the Mayflower also in our line.
AND there is a horsethief in the lot of them.. an Irishman, non-conformist, was on the run from the Brits who wanted him for "trial" (read death) because he refused to bow down to the king and his religion. He was sheltered in a farmhouse when someone saw a detachment riding up the path to the house. He scooted out a back window and hid himself out in the barn as the Brits ransacked the house to find their quarry. As they turned their attention to the barn and moved in that direction, our man went out the back, round the far side, sprinted to the front of the house ad the hitching rack. He loosed the reins of all the horses, quickly selected one and mounted, spurred him off down the road with the others scattering behind. He rode post haste to the nearby seaport, clattered through town and to the docks where he saw a ship slipping her moorings and getting off the quay. He left the horse and ran up the last plank still spanning the widening water and asked where the ship was bound. "To Amerikay" was the response. What cost for passage? He paid it and landed in New York for a short time. That was about 1840 or so. So there's the Brit and horse thief parts.
Now to Germany. That was Dad's side. His grandfather was a young man in the early 1800's and was conscripted into the Tyrolian army and forced to marsh with them. He had purchased for some pittance a slightly used zither before his conscription, and was able to bring it with him. When they were somewhere in the Swiss Alps he defected... managed to slip away unnoticed, and headed north and eventually found his way to Holland. There he took ship for the New World. He settled near Indianapolis in a German community, met and married his Wife. He learned about cheap land out in southern Nevada and moved. My Grandma was a little girl then. He realised the area he settled was rich and fertile but dry in the summers. Didn;t take him long to envision a dam and irrigation project that would fix the water problem. He designed the project raised funding and directed the building. That project is what put that whole area into prosperity. He still had that zither. At bout the same time Dad's father along with a cousin and uncle left Germany, came across into the New World. I found the record of their entry at Ellis Island, I seem toremember about 1880 or so. They settled in Minnesota, but Grandpa heard of a construction project "out west" and realised his newly acquired skill as a barber would find no end of heads to trim in a construction camp. He was right. Not only that, but when this very mature and self-reliant young girl drove her buckboard into the camp to sell dairy products to the hungry men, he took a shine to her. Learning HOW young she was he backed off, but a strong friendship grew between them. It wasn't too long before they married and setled into their own section below the dam, no end of irrigation water to supply their fields. They had ten children nine of which survived into adulthood, a rarity in those times. I am in the fourth generation of this line, three more have followed. Seven generations now from the young man who carried his zither into the Alps, effectively a prisoner. WHY do I keep the zither in this account? Many years ago my Mother (the one descended from the English warrior/nobleman and the Irish horse thief) asked Grandma about that thing.. she knew right were it was, they went up and found it in a steamer trunk in the attic.The top fce was collapsed, it was a mess. Grandma had not seen it in years, and said she might as well toss it. Mom asked if SHE could have it... she'd like to see if she could put it back together. Of course, but you're wasting your time.... she coaed it back together, was able to show it to Grandma restored. She cried to see her Father's instrument back together. I now have that thing... never learned how to play it, but won't pat with it. Its almost as old as my fiddle with I can play.
So there's the German Farmer part. See, I wasnt having you on....
Oh there is a trace of Norwegian in there, one Cherokee joined the family i Minnesota Territory before it was a state. And of course the Irish often did shift off toScotland when the Brits pressed too hard, then returned to the Auld Sod when things got better, so the Irisn and Scot bits fit in there as well.
A general knowledge of one's family history is a wonderful thing to have. No question why I, since six years old, have had a passion and love and up close involvement with seas, ships, the water, etc. It runs in the family for near a thousand years. It certainly never came to me by way of my city kid upbringing. But seawater has been coursing through my veins since before I was born. No question.
Argh.. enough of my rambling. A fine change of scene from the barmy goings on of our day, right?
Excellent post, Tio Nico! As a lazy genealogist (Legacy applicant to the DAR & Mayflower Society) I have learned much about my mother’s side of the family tree…although my father’s side also held some delights (Rev War era patriots) his mother’s Scandinavian roots have stymied my progress due to language barriers. But back to Mummy’s branches…her mother’s side was very well researched and documented; her father’s largely undiscovered gems were recently dug up thanks to a cranky cousin that set me straight on someone I had wrong in one generation…she was kind enough to give me a nudge toward a key ancestor that unlocked a treasure trove of early American ancestors (like five more Mayflower passengers, connections to most of the founding families of Nantucket, and through one of those families, a certain guy by the name of Franklin…”Cousin Benjamin”! i was floored….) But every generation needs to be appreciated…we are resting on ALL their laurels today. Our lives are crazy GOOD because of their privation nod their struggles. I am forever grateful!!