tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18603007899257712712024-02-18T19:05:29.590-08:00Our Family HistoryRunway in Sighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981285468014577534noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860300789925771271.post-35613209228889328862012-12-29T05:58:00.002-08:002012-12-29T05:58:21.009-08:00How the Kindreds Came to Logan CountyThe Kindreds did not always reside in Logan County. Here is an account of how our family came to reside in Logan County.<br />
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For this story, we begin in 1690 (possibly 1692) not in the (non-existent) United States but in England. William Edward Kindred is born to unknown parents in the Haltwhistle Parish in North Cumberland County, England. This part of England is in the north, not far from the border of Scotland. (The Kindred name finds itself in the Haltwhistle Parish record beginning around 1680).<br />
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We do not know much about William outside of the fact that he married Jane Colson and had six children. The marriage takes place April 17, 1710, in Haltwhistle Parish. The children are Thomas (1711-1763), William (1712-?), Mary (1714-1714), Anne (1719-?), Elizabeth (1721-?), Jane (1724-1766), Bartholomew (1727-1805), and John (1728-1803).<br />
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We pick up the story again with Bartholomew in Northumberland County, England. Young Bartholomew marries Paradine in 1743 in the home county, and they have a child named William (born 1744). For reasons unknown, Bartholomew also marries Mary Carrick on June 18, 1748, in Northumberland. Together they have eight children.<br />
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The unrest in England appears to be more than the Kindreds can bear. We know not if they sought religious freedom, adventure, excitement, financial freedom, or all of the above, but sometime in the late 1700's, William and his family board a ship bound for a new land.<br />
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And so we find the Kindreds in popular Albemarle County, Virginia (home of Thomas Jefferson and others). William (son of Bartholomew, Sr., and Paradine) marries Mary Overton "Polly" Haggard on March 15, 1780, in Albemarle County. The two waste no time in making a family in the new land. And William has certainly staked his love for his new country. Sometime between 1775-1783, William fights for his new country in the Revolutionary War, serving as Private in the army. We do not know why William and his parents came over from England, but it is evident that the new love of country is worth dying for. America wins its freedom on the backs of many soldiers, one being William Kindred.<br />
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William and Mary raise eight children: Elizabeth Jean (1781-1848), John Ty (1781-1830), Nathaniel (1782-1839), Martin (1785-1865), Nancy Jean (1787-1826), David (1788-1873), William, Jr. (1794-1867), and Jane (1795-?). The young country is rapidly expanding, and new adventure and pursuits lie to the open west. The Kindreds can't wait, and William and Mary move their family out to the far west sometime between the birth of Nancy in 1787 and David in 1788. Nancy is born in Albemarle County, Virginia, while David and the rest of the children will be born in the family's new home: Kentucky. At the time, Kentucky was part of the American West!<br />
The first record we have of the Kindred family in the United States comes with the 1810 United States Census. The family has moved out west, and while split up into different households, the Kindreds have stayed together in their move to Kentucky. We find them in Madison County as free citizens. William, John, and David live in the same county but in different homes. The census records William's family with two free white males, one aged 10-15 and one aged 45 and over. William also has two free white females at home, one aged 10-15 and one aged 45 and over.<br />
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John has three free white males in his family, two under age 10 and one aged 26-44 (himself). In his home he also has two free white females under age 10 and one free white female aged 16-25 (his wife).<br />
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David has moved out but has no children. In his home he lists himself as one free white male aged 16-25 with his wife as one free white female aged 16-25.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1810 United States Census, Madison County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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With his family already making the move out west, William is born March 20, 1794, in Boonesborough, Madison County, Kentucky. Little William, named in honor of his father (and great grandfather!) would be the free male child aged 10-15 in the 1810 census above . Years pass, and at the age of 22, he marries Mary Rice Garland in Winchester, Clark County, Kentucky.<br />
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His grandfather William Kindred, the Revolutionary War veteran, dies in 1833. He is buried in Old Red Lick Cemetery, Madison County, Kentucky.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William Kindred, Revolutionary War Veteran, 1744-1833</td></tr>
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Young William and Mary quickly build a large family. The young United States is growing rapidly, and the country finally records this little family living in Kentucky with the 1850 United States Census (William is one page with family following on the next page). William (aged 56) is still married to Mary (53), and they have five children still living at home: Eliza (20), Joshua (18), Julina (16), Coleb (14), and Daniel (11). As with most of the rest of the population, William is a farmer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1850 United States Census, District Number 1, Madison County, Ketucky</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1850 United States Census, District Number 1, Madison County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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The couple has 12 children. Of importance to note is that one of the children has moved out by the time the 1850 census rolls around. Anderson Kindred was born to William and Mary on September 28, 1822, in Madison County, Kentucky. He grows up and moves from Madison County, Kentucky, over to Estill, County, Kentucky. He marries Sallie Ann Ruble on February 14, 1844.<br />
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We find this couple living in Estill County, Kentucky, with their family of three children during the 1850 United States Census. Anderson and Sallie A.'s three children are: William G. (5), James M. (3), and Lewis D. (3 months). The couple show real estate value of $300, and quite interestingly enough, both are listed as "persons over 20 years of age who cannot read and write." Anderson is a farmer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1850 United States Census, Estill County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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Ten years later in 1860, we find Anderson (shown as Andrew) and Sally still living in Estill County, Kentucky. Andrew (38) and Sally (36) are living with children William (15), James (13), Lewis (11), Ino (9), Mary (6), Nancy (2), and Sarah (8 months). Andrew is still a farmer and shows real estate value of $800 and personal estate value of $1000. Andrew can still not read or write.<br />
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The nation is fighting a contentious battle over slavery during these next several years, and Kentucky enlists the draft for the Civil War. Even though he is married and aged 42, Anderson Kindred is enlisted under the Class II rules. He is subject to do military duty in the 8th District and still shows Estill County as his residence. He is enlisted for military duty in either July or December of 1863.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anderson Kindred enlisted for Civil War duty, Estill County, Kentucky, 1863</td></tr>
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We do not know much about Anderson Kindred and his involvement in the Civil War. We find Anderson and Sally still living in Kentucky in 1870, although they have moved back to the home of Madison County. Anderson (48) and Sally (47) live with their following children: James (23), Amanda (19), Lewis (20), John (18), Mary (16), Nancy (12), Sarah (9), and Martin (7). Anderson shows real estate value of $1200 and personal estate value of $500. Sally cannot write, nor can young children Nancy, Sarah, or Martin. Martin also cannot read. All three youngest children show having attended school in the past year. Anderson is listed as able to vote and works as a farmer. His sons James, Lewis, and John are farm laborers.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1870 United States Census, Yates Precinct, Madison County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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Sometime between 1870 and 1880, little Nancy moves out and marries a man by the name of John Cates. Not much is known about this couple outside of the fact that they have several children. In 1900, we learn that John is raising his family alone in the Red Lick District of Estill County. It is unclear what happened to Nancy Cates. John (42) lives with children Seth (19), Addie (13), Claude (11), Stanford (10), Sallie (8), and Willie (7). John is a farm laborer, while son Seth is a farmer. John is shown as owning a home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1900 United States Census, Red Lick Magisterial District, Estill County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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In 1910, the family has taken on a different shape. It appears that father John has died. That leaves the eldest son Seth has head of the household. He has married Iola, and they have been married for seven years. Claude (21), Stanford (19), and William (17) join the young couple in the house. Seth is a farmer on a general farm, Claude is a laborer on a general farm, Stanford is a salesman at a grocery store, and William is a wagon driver for a livery store. The family rents a house, and Iola is shown as having one child, though none of which are still living.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 United States Census, Madison County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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Shortly after this census, Claude Cates marries Ada White on August 15, 1911. Claude and Ada will have three children. Mary Louise is born in 1912, and Odessa Laverne is born February 17, 1914, in Madison County, Kentucky.<br />
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During the next several years, the United States would become well-involved with World War I. The Cates family was not exempt, and young Claude is drafted into service. His World War I registration cards show that he is a natural-born citizen of the United States, born in Estill County, Kentucky, June 10, 1889. He has a wife and two children. He is listed as tall and of medium build with blue eyes and brown hair.<br />
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The story is unknown, but the registration card shows Claude <em>not</em> claiming exemption from World War I, with him personally signing the card underneath. However, his witness disagrees and chooses to write a note to that effect: "He should claim exemption, having a wife and two solely dependent on his day labor." We learn that his day labor is a "coaler." On the draft card, the "no" is crossed out on claiming an exemption from the war...only to be written in again. Is Claude so adamant on fighting for his country in World War I that he does not heed the advice and recommendation of the witness? We'll never know.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Claude Cates, World War I Registration Card</td></tr>
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In 1920, we find Claude and Ada living for the first time in Illinois. They have moved with their two daughters up to Hittle Township in Tazewell County, Illinois. Claude (31) and Ada (22) live with daughters Louise (7) and Odessa (6). Claude is a laborer on a general farm.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1920 United States Census, Hittle Township, Tazewell County, Illinois</td></tr>
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In 1930, we find Claude and Ada still residing in Hittle Township in Tazewell County, Illinois. Claude (41) and Ada (32) are still living with daughters Mary Louise (17) and Odessa Laverne (16). Note that Ada was only 14 years old when she was married. Claude robbed the cradle!!! This trend would continue in this family line. :) Claude and family rent a house, but they do own a radio set. Claude is a farmer, though we do learn that he is not a war veteran, so although registering for the draft of World War I, he saw no action.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1930 United States Census, Hittle Township, Tazewell County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Having enlisted for the draft of World War I, it appears that nothing would stop Claude from honoring his country yet again thirty years later. During World War II, Claude again registers for the draft, though he is now<em> 54 years old</em>!!! For the first time, the Cates family is listed in Logan County, Illinois, with Atlanta being the place of residence.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Claude Cates, World War II Registration Card</td></tr>
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And now for the rest of the story. The story of how the Kindreds came to Illinois really two stories in one. More on that later. But let's back up to Anderson Kindred, our Revolutionary War veteran. He had a daughter named Nancy that led us up to Claude Cates and Logan County. But he also had a son named John. And that's where we pick up the story...all the way back in 1880 again.<br />
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John Kindred is the son of Anderson Kindred. Shown as neighbors to his father Anderson, he marries Ellen and together they have two children by 1880: Leonard (4), Leslie (2), and Allen (5 months). John Allen also lives in the same house and is listed as a boarder. He is 26 years old and is a laborer and is listed as having "sore eyes." John Kindred works on a farm.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1880 United States Census, District Number 75, Madison County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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We find Leslie Kindred in Illinois after 20 more years. It is unknown exactly when he moved to the north. Leslie is now 22 years old and is listed as a servant in the home of Enoch Hieronymus (84 years old) and wife Virginia Hieronymus (46 years old). Leslie is also listed as a farm laborer. He is residing in Hittle Township, Tazewell County, Illinois (we know his sister Nancy will follow by 1920).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1900 United States Census, Hittle Township, Tazewell County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Just like his nephew Claude (from Nancy and John Cates), Leslie joins the war effort during World War I. He registers for the draft at the age of 40 years.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leslie Kindred, World War I Registration Cards, September 12, 1918</td></tr>
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In 1920, we find Leslie Kindred married. He has married Ferne and already has a family of his own. Leslie (41) and his wife Ferne (37) live with their five children: Elsie V. (11), Richard E. (9), Lila Bernise (7), Lowell Leslie (6), and Martha S. (1 year, 7 months). Leslie and family rent their home, and he is listed as farmer on a general farm in Waynesville Township, DeWitt County, Illinois.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1920 United States Census, Waynesville Township, DeWitt County, Illinois</td></tr>
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In 1930, Leslie and family have moved yet again. This time, they reside in District 2 of the Atlanta Township, Logan County, Illinois. Leslie (52) and Ferne (43) are living with children: Elsie (21), Earl (19), Lila (18), Lowell (16), Serena (11), and Robert (7). Leslie is a farmer on a general farm, and his family does not live on a farm. The family rents their home and pays $15/month for rent. Both Leslie and Earl are farm laborers on a general farm, while Lowell is a bell boy at a hotel. Ferne's parents were both born in Ohio.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1930 United States Census, Atlanta Township, Logan County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Anderson Kindred's great grandson Lowell Leslie has finally made it to Logan County, Illinois. As the story showed above, Anderson Kindred's great granddaughter Odessa Laverne has also made it to Logan County. You know where this is going.<br />
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On May 2, 1934, Lowell Leslie married his second cousin Odessa Laverne. The Kindreds have finally made it to Logan County, Illinois...twice.Runway in Sighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981285468014577534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860300789925771271.post-84741465767544835322012-12-29T05:57:00.002-08:002012-12-29T05:57:42.074-08:00How the Polleys Came to Logan CountyHere is an account of how we arrived in Logan County.<br />
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We pick up the story in Kentucky in 1850. Elet Houston Chowning is but a one-year-old child living with his family of nine in Henry County, Kentucky. The parents John Chowning (aged 50) and Mary [Wagner] (38), live with children G Chowning (16), ??? Chowning (9), James (7), Mary A. (6), Butler (4), Ann (3), and Houston (1).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1850 United States Census, District 2, Henry County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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Sometime between 1850 and 1870, the Chownings make it to Illinois. The 1870 census shows them residing in Cass County, Illinois, although much of the family has moved on. John is a farmer and is shown owning real estate valued at $600 and personal estate valued at $500. Elet (aged 20) is a farm hand. His father John is 73, his mother 58, and his little brother George is 15. [Due to likely census errors, John is only 12 years older than Mary in 1870 but is shown as being 15 years older in 1880!]<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1870 United States Census, Lancaster Precinct, Cass County, Illinois</td></tr>
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In 1880, Elet Houston has begun his own family. He has moved over to Eminence Township in Logan County, Illinois, the first record we have of our family living in Logan County. Elet is 29 years old and married to Louisa (Louiza) [Ware] who is 24 years old. They are already busy raising two daughters: Addie M. (6) and Edith L. (4). Elet is listed as a farmer. His wife Louisa was born in Illinois, but both of her parents were born in Kentucky just as Elet's were. Mary is still alive at 67 years old and is living in the same house with her son, daughter-in-law, and two grand-daughters.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1880 United States Census, Eminence Township, Logan County, Illinois</td></tr>
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By the time 1900 comes around, we learn that Elet and family temporarily left Eminence Township for reasons uknown. The 1900 census shows Elet Houston (aged 50) living with his wife Louisa (aged 44) of 26 years. They are living with daughter Addis (25 years old now and married for six years), Ida (12), twins Lola and Lula (6), and young Bertha (3). But note that Ida, Lola, and Lula were all born in Nebraska! Sometime between 1880 and 1900, Elet takes his family out to Nebraska. The birth dates show us that the family was living in Nebraska in at least 1887 and 1893 but were back in Illinois at Bertha's birthdate of 1896. Also in the house are two grandchildren: Addis' two sons Fredie E. (5) and Harold (4). A total of nine people are living in this house in Eminence Township! (It is unknown if Addis' husband is living or lives in the house, as well).<br />
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Also, this census shows us that Louisa has eight children, all of whom are still living. With the five still living in the house, it appears that three others have already grown and moved on to families of their own between 1880 and 1900.<br />
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The census shows Elet being a farm laborer who rents a house, a common theme we will see with our family.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1900 United States Census, Eminence Township, Logan County, Illinois</td></tr>
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In 1910, Elet and Louisa have now been married for 36 years. An additional child has been added and nine of the nine children are still living. Elet is 60 years old; Louisa is 54. Daughters Lola (16) and Bertha (13) are still living at home with the ninth child, a son named Glenn (10).<br />
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Elet's occupation is listed as "general farm" (as opposed to "home farm") and is shown still renting a house.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 United States Census, Eminence Township, Logan County, Illinois</td></tr>
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In 1920, Elet and Louisa Chowning have moved out of Eminence Township and now reside in Atlanta Township. They have been married for 46 years now. They finally now own a home of their own, although they are listed as having a mortgage on it. Elet is 70 years old, and Louisa is 64. Both appear to be retired as their occupations read "none."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1920 United States Census, Atlanta Township, Logan County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Neither parent would make it to the next census. Elet Houston would die April 7, 1923, and Louisa would die three years later on August 1, 1926. (But not before she was able to meet her grandson Robert!).<br />
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This is how the Chownings came to reside in Logan County, Illinois.<br />
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Now for the other half.<br />
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We pick up this story again in Kentucky, this time in 1870. James Polley (Polly), born in Ohio, is raising a family in Esculapia Precinct, Kentucky (near Tollesboro). Already aged 61 at this time, he is married to his wife Diana, aged 57. She was also born in Ohio. They are busy raising a family of five children: George R. (21), Priscilla (25), Francis (16), James B. (14), and Austin D. (11). As most other families were in the day, James Polley is a "farm laborer", joined by his sons George, Francis, and James. Perhaps the most interesting note is that <em>neither James Sr. nor James Jr. is able to read, and no one outside of Little Austin is able to write</em>! This story begins with an uneducated family in rural America.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1870 United States Census, Esculapia Precinct, Lewis County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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In 1880, James Polley and family are still found in Kentucky. James is now 70 years old and Diannah (sp?) is 68. James now shows he was born in Kentucky rather than Ohio (unknown if it was he or the census writer who is wrong), although both James' and Diana's parents are shown as being born in Ohio. James and Diana still live with Priscilla (36), George W. (30), Marion [Francis?] (26), James B. (23), and Ostian D. [Austin] (21). James is a farmer with George also working on a farm (unknown if the same farm). Marian, James, and Austin are all shown as laborers. Priscilla and George are shown as being unable to read, with Diana, Priscilla, George, and Marian still unable to write. It appears that father James, younger James B., and Austin all learned to read and write.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1880 United States Census, District 61, Tollesboro Precinct #7, Lewis County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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This Polley family appears to have stayed in Lewis County, Kentucky, for the next 20 years. Not much is known about them during this time. In 1900, we pick the story back up with little James B. Polley, who is actually not little at all. "Young" James B. Polley is now 43 years old with a family of his own. He married Louisa M. (40), of whom they list six children still living with them: Elsie C. (16), Ernest E. (14), Leslie E. (12), Bessie P. (10), Alda E. (8), and Nellie M. (4). James Buchanan is listed as a farmer who rents a house.<br />
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The children are all educated although Ernest is unable to write. The children attend school for 3,4,4,4, and 3 months respectively with Nellie not at all. James and Louisa have been married for 18 years at this point with Louisa having had nine children, seven of whom are still living. The census would show this to be a reality for most families in this area. Also of importance is that Louisa's mother was born in Ohio.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1900 United States Census, Magisterial District No. 6, Lewis County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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In 1910, James Buchanan seems to have done well for himself and family. He is shown owning a farm free and clear in Lewis County, Kentucky. All children are able to read and write with the exception of Leslie who cannot write. Only three children are still living at the home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 United States Census, Esculapia Precinct, Magisterial District #6, Lewis County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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Sometime between 1910 and 1920, James Buchanan moves his family up to Eminence Township in Logan County, Illinois. It is unknown exactly when this move takes place.<br />
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This is the story of how the Polley's came to Logan County.<br />
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And now for the conclusion of the story.<br />
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Before the census came around again in 1920, two people had their lives merged somewhere in the middle of Illinois. Bertha Chowning, daughter of Elet Houston and Louisa Chowning, would somehow come to meet Alva Emerton Polley, son of James Buchanan and Louisa M. Polley. These two would marry February 19, 1919, in McClean County, Illinois, and come to reside in Eminence Township, Logan County. The 1920 census shows the newlyweds Alva and Bertha still carrying on the tradition of farming that both had known since childhood. Alva E. (28 years old) is now married to Bertha P. (23) and is a laborer on a farm, <em>oddly enough working on the same farm as his father</em>. James B. (63 years old) and Eliza M. (60) also made the journey up north to Eminence Township, living close to their son and new daughter-in-law. Both families are shown renting houses.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1920 United States Census, Eminence Township, Logan County, Illinois</td></tr>
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The family tradition would be no different. Alva and Bertha will have a son named Robert Omar Polley. As Robert grows up with his dad in Logan County, both will work on the same farms together, will young Robert knowing nothing else other than farming his entire childhood.<br />
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Robert Omar Polley will have three children of his own (a fourth was miscarried), and he passes on the tradition that he has always known. Robert Omar Polley will buy a farm in Eminence Township in 1964, and his sons Robert, Jr. and Eric will help with the physical labor and chores.<br />
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The Polley family has worked Logan County soil, particularly Eminence Township soil, for more than a century.<br />
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<br />Runway in Sighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981285468014577534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860300789925771271.post-65099663065676610102012-12-29T05:56:00.005-08:002012-12-29T05:56:58.694-08:00How the Longs Came to Logan CountyThe Long's did not always live in Logan County. Here's an account of how we arrived in Logan County.<br />
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We pick up the story in Kentucky in 1870. Felix Long, age 40, is a farmer in Hardinsville Precinct, Kentucky. His wife Elizabeth (45 years old) is keeping the house with children James (15), Sallie (13), and Ellen (10) at home. The family shows real estate of only $100 and personal estate of $100. None of the five can write, and Sallie and Ellen are still unable to read.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1870 United States Census, Hardinsville Precinct, Kentucky</td></tr>
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Ten years later in 1880, the Long family is not doing so well. Felix S. Long is now 57 years old and listed as a farmer but has come down with rheumatism. The census enumerator also records him as being deaf and dumb. What is more, his wife Elizabeth, now 64 years old, is listed as "maimed, crippled, bedridden, or otherwise disabled." James is now 28 and works on a farm; Sarah E. (Sallie?) is 26 and Phoebe E. is 22. We also learn here that Elizabeth was born in Kentucky, but both of her parents were born in Virginia.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1880 United States Census, Hardinsville County, Shelby County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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Twenty years pass by, and little James has moved out and has a family of his own now. James Roland (49 years old) and Mattie E. (38 years old) have now been married for 17 years now and live in the Alton Precinct in Kentucky with their large family. Mattie has had nine children, of whom nine are still living. The children are as follows: Katie R. (15), Betty E. (13), William (11), Richard S. (10), Oppha? (9), James P. (7), Eugene L. (4), Oskar T. (2), and Ina B. (2 months). Father James Roland works as "farm labor" but shows four months of unemployment the previous year. His son William shows his work as "day labor" and shows five months of unemployment himself. The children have attended five months of school the previous year, and each member of the family can read and write outside of Oppha who can't write and James who can't read or write.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1900 United States Census, Alton Precinct, Anderson County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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Ten years later, James Roland Long and family still live in Kentucky. They have moved over to the Taylorsville Precinct in Spencer County, Kentucky, however. James and Mattie have been married for 29 years now, and all nine children are still living, though only four still live at home. These four are: Richard S. (20), Eugene S. (15), Oscar T. (13), and Ina B. (11). James is listed as a farmer with general farm duties. Richard is listed as a laborer on a farm. Eugene and Oscar both farm laborers on the home farm, and Ina is too young to work. Schooling does not seem to have had its effect, as Richard cannot read or write, Eugene can read but cannot write, Oscar cannot read or write, and Ina cannot read or write.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 United States Census, Taylorsville Precinct, Spencer County, Kentucky</td></tr>
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Ten more years pass, and Roland has moved his family north to Indiana. James and Mattie are now 70 and 69 years old respectively. Only Oscar Thurman still remains living with mom and dad, and he is now 23 years old. James and Mattie appear to be retired as no job is listed for either, while Oscar is a wage worker at a furniture factory. The parents are renting their home, and Oscar has learned how to read and write sometime in the past decade.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1920 United States Census, Washington Township, Washington County, Indiana</td></tr>
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Both Felix and Mattie will die before the next census comes around. But young Oscar wasted no time in starting his own family. Just after the 1920 census, Oscar marries his wife Edith. The 1930 census shows Oscar being 22 years old and Edith just 17. By the time 1930 comes around, 32-year-old Oscar and 27-year-old Edith already have four children: Kathleen (9), Louise (7), Margaret (5 and 3 months), and Mary Lou (2 months). What is interesting to note is that the family has a radio set (a question asked on this year's census). Oscar moved his young family westward to Illinois. The entire family lives on a farm, though the enumerator is unsure if the family owns or rents the home. Edith and her parents were both born in Indiana. Oscar is a laborer on a dairy farm, while the rest of the members show no jobs.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1930 United States Census, Mount Hope Township, McClean County, Illinois</td></tr>
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The family moves yet again sometime in the 1930's. In 1940, we find Oscar and family now residing in Atlanta Township, Logan County, Illinois. For the first time, we find the Long's in Logan County. Oscar is 42 years old, and Edith is 36. Three more children have now been added to the family. In the house, we now have nine people: Oscar, Edith, Kathleen (18), Louise (17), Margaret (15), Mary Lou (10), Earl (6), Harold (4), and Kenneth (2). Once again, the entire family is living on a farm. Oscar shows a typical work week of 50 hours as a "farmer" "on a farm" for his occupation. He worked 52 weeks out of the year for an unknown income and rents a home for his family. Kathleen is the only other one shown working, and she worked 10 weeks out of the year, 48 hours a week, for an annual income of $50.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1940 United States Census, Atlanta Township, Logan County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Little six-year-old Earl is where the story continues. Earl will meet a young Gwendolyn Kindred and start a family of his own, staying close to the home he always knew as a child: Atlanta, Illinois.<br />
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The Longs have arrived in Logan County.Runway in Sighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981285468014577534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860300789925771271.post-65956298522860946752012-12-29T05:56:00.002-08:002012-12-29T05:56:17.328-08:00How the Leathers Came to Logan CountyThe Leathers sent only one family member to Logan County, but that is all that it took to intertwine with the Polley name. Here is an account of how Miss Betty Jane Leathers came to reside in Logan County.<br />
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For this story, we travel all the way back to the Netherlands in 1728. A ship called the Mortonhouse, full of 205 passengers, is leaving the port of Rotterdam for a trip to a new land. The ship is under the command of Master Jonathan Coultas. The final records show 69 women, 56 children, and 80 men on this ship. One of the men on the ship is named Frederick Leder. After crossing the Atlantic Ocean, he and the ship would arrive in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, on August 24, 1728. The members of the ship would all have taken the oath of allegiance for this new land.<br />
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Frederick ends up having a son whom he also names Frederick. Frederick, Jr., also has a son whom he names Frederick. And this is where we pick up the story.<br />
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Frederick III was the son of Frederick Leathers, Jr. and Jane Strickler.<br />
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He married Barbara Shirk. [Her great-grandfather, Ulrich Schurch, and Frederick's grandfather, Frederick Leder I both came to America on the same ship, the Mortonhouse, in 1728. They lived in York Co. and then Centre Co., Penn.] Their children were all born in Pennsylvania and married in Ohio.<br />
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Just before moving to Ohio, Frederick III and Barbara have a son on January 10, 1800, in Pennsylvania whom they name Christian. Around 1800 (before Ohio became a state in 1803) Frederick moved his family to Amanda, Fairfield County, Ohio.<br />
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According to "A Complete History of Fairfield County" written in 1877, Frederick Leathers was actually the first white settler on the land in Amanda Township. "Frederick Leathers is spoken of as the first settler" (page 83). And "Frederick Leathers settled in the southern part of the township in about the year 1800" (page 226). He is shown to have run a tavern of which he later sold to Isaac Griffith. He is said to have built the first log-house in the area, a two-story structure with the old-style tavern on the first floor. The first Mennonite church also met at this same tavern.<br />
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In 1802, only three or four cabins exist on the route between Zanesville and Lancaster. And the Leathers House and another Swygart cabin are referred to as the only two structures between Lancaster and where a party stopped on Clear Creek. Frederick really is a pioneer of the land. He is listed as a taxpayer in Amanda Township in 1806.<br />
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He is also listed as a Private in April 1813 during the War of 1812. <br />
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Frederick III dies in 1821 and is presumed to have been buried in Fairfield County, though the grave has not been found. His son Christian starts his own family. According to the <u>History of Van Wert and Mercer County</u>, "Christian Leathers was born in Pennsylvania in 1800, but was brought to Ohio by his parents in the same year. Here he was raised and occupied as a farmer until 1832, when he married Catherine Shupe [other records indicate the marriage in 1824] and moved to Fairfield County, where he remained until 1850. He then moved to Van Wert and on arrival there first stopped with Smith Hill, one of the pioneers of that county. A short time afterward, Mr. Leathers located in Ridge Township and, assisted by his sons commenced cleaning the land. Both he and his wife were life-long members of the Lutheran Church. He died in 1864. His wife survived her 76th birthday in 1879, on which occasion a family reunion was held and 50 relatives were present. She died the next day of heart trouble." (1882, page 204).<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
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The 1850 United States Census shows Christian (50) married to Catherine (46) and living with children Mary (18), Harrison (15), John F. (13), Abram (9), and Sarah M. (6). Older children Noah, Lewis, and Elizabeth have already moved out. Christian is a farmer as is his son Harrison. The census shows Christian being born in Pennsylvania while Catherine was born in Maryland. Catherine cannot read or write. The family is residing in Clear Creek Township, Fairfield County, Ohio.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1850 United States Census, Clear Creek Township, Fairfield County, Ohio</td></tr>
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Elsewhere, we learn that the children are listed as follows:<br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Children<br />1. Noah LEATHERS<br />2. Lewis LEATHERS b: 15 Jan 1827 in Ohio<br />3. Elizabeth LEATHERS b: 8 Jun 1829 in Fairfield, Ohio<br />4. Mary Elizabeth LEATHERS b: 2 Feb 1832 in Fairfield, Ohio<br />5. Harrison LEATHERS b: 30 Oct 1834 in Amanda, Fairfield County, Ohio<br />6. John F. LEATHERS b: 18 Aug 1837 in Ohio<br />7. Abraham LEATHERS Rev. b: 19 Apr 1841 in Fairfield, Ohio<br />8. Wesley LEATHERS b: 1843<br />9. Sarah Mariah LEATHERS b: Nov 1844 in Fairfield, Ohio</span><br /><br />Sometime between 1850 and 1860, Christian moves his family to Van Wert County, Ohio, where they settle in Ridge Township. All of the children but Abraham have now moved out. Christian is now 60 and still married to Catherine (58) with Abraham (19) still single at home. Christian shows real estate value of $1600 and personal estate value of $400.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1860 United States Census, Ridge Township, Van Wert County, Ohio</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;">What is important to note is that on the same census page, we learn that son Harrison lives just a few houses away. Harrison (25) has married M.A. (23) and have a young child named Ambrose (1). The family shows real estate value of $800 and personal estate value of $264.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1860 United States Census, Ridge Township, Van Wert County, Ohio</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The United States is engaged in a very personal battle between states over slavery, and the Leathers family is no stranger to the war. Sometime in the early part of this decade, Christian Leathers joins Company G of the 41st Illinois Infantry. He is a Private fighting on the side of the Union. It is unclear how or where Christian died (whether it was part of the Civil War or not), but he dies September 17, 1864, at the age of 64 years, 3 months, and 22 days. He is buried in Ridge Cemetery in Van Wert County, Ohio (Section Old A, Row 16). After Christian's death, his wife lives with daughter Sarah Moneysmith.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A 1928 request to have Christian Leathers interred in a National Cemetery for his Civil War service</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christian Leathers, died September 17, 1864, Ridge Cemetery, Van Wert County, Ohio</td></tr>
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As with most of the rest of the country, the Civil War was a family affair. Not only was father Christian a soldier, but son Harrison was also fighting for the Union. Quite a bit is known about this gentleman's faithful albeit painful service to his side of the country.<br />
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Harrison Leathers was born October 31, 1834, to Christian (January 10, 1800-September 17, 1864) and Catherine (Shupe) Leathers (December 26, 1803-December 27, 1879), both of whom had migrated to Ohio with their parents as small children. The Leathers family consisted of eight children including Harrison: Noah, who died in infancy; Louis; Eliza, later the wife of Jacob Fowler; Abraham; and Sara, later the wife of S. R. Moneysmith. The Leathers arrived in Van Wert County in 1852, probably from Amanda, Ohio, and established a farm in Section #34 in Ridge Township.<br />
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Leathers married Martena Adaline Cummings, the daughter of Emanuel and Mary (Redman) Cummings on 15 April 1858. The couple had four children: Edmond Ambrose, a farmer who married Jennie Bell; William Creighton, employed by the Cincinnati, Hamilton and Dayton Railroad, who married first Ella Young and then Jennie Leslie; Delora Virginia, who married W. C. Gilliland; and Florence Emma Bell, who married J. G. Prill.<br />
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Leathers enlisted as a private in Company A of the 99th Regiment of the Ohio Volunteer Infantry August 5, 1862, for a term of three years. In September and October of 1862 his company was involved in skirmishing with the enemy south of Louisville, Kentucky and was engaged in a battle near Perryville, Kentucky on September 10. At about this time, Leathers became ill, suffering from chronic diarrhea. He remained with his company until continued illness forced his hospitalization, first in Lebanon, Kentucky and then in New Albany, Indiana, where he arrived November 4, 1862. He returned to Louisville on January 8 but still felt periodically unwell.<br />
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On February 1, 1863, he rejoined his company which was then in Nashville, but, suffering once again from diarrhea, was moved to the General Field Hospital April 30, 1863. From then until November of 1864, he was in hospitals in Nashville, Louisville, Cincinnati and Camp Denison (near Cincinnati).<br />
Leathers spent the rest of the war in what he referred to as the "Invalid Corps," the 17th Regiment of the Veteran Reserve Corps. This regiment was organized in January of 1864 and stationed at Indianapolis, Indiana and was active in controlling liquor sales to soldiers passing through the city, guarding military stores, pursuing and arresting deserters, enforcing the draft law, guarding a military prison near the city, and conducting recruits and draftees to the front and prisoners to other prisons.<br />
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Leathers was transferred to the Regiment October 30, 1864, and arrived in Indianapolis with a group of men from Camp Denison on November 14. Between then and his discharge June 30, 1865, Leathers was a private in this regiment, performing such duties as working in the cookhouse, guarding the pay master's office, and acting as orderly. He was detailed several times to conduct prisoners or recruits, once to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. During the time he was in Indianapolis, he was visited by his wife and members of his family and also was able to travel to Van Wert several times on leaves and furloughs.<br />
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After the War, Leathers returned to his family in Van Wert to continue his life as a farmer. By 1896 he owned 172 acres of farm land in Ridge Township, some lots in Middlepoint, and conducted a milling operation. He and his wife were active in the local Lutheran Church, in which he was an officer for over thirty years, and served for a long period as Sunday School Superintendent. He was also active in the local Republican Party and served as clerk, trustee, and assessor for Ridge Township. Leathers continued to play an active role in the social and civic life of his community until his death June 5, 1902.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harrison Leathers, died June 5, 1902, Ridge Cemetery, Van Wert County, Ohio</td></tr>
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We pick up the story with Edmond Ambrose, eldest son of Harrison Leathers. We also know quite a bit about this gentleman.<br />
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From the History of Van Wert County: Edmond A. Leathers, one of the prominent and representative farmers and stockraisers of Ridge township, whose well-improved farm of 120 acres is situated in section 34, was born in Ridge township, on February 26, 1859, and is a son of Harrison and Martena A. (Cummings) Leathers. The father was born in Fairfield County, Ohio, October 30, 1834, and was a son of Christian Leathers, who was of German extraction but a native of Maryland. The parents came to Ohio at an early day, and in Harrison's boyhood settled in Ridge township, Van Wert County. The latter spent the remainder of his life in the township named, where he died June 5. 1902. He was a prominent and valued citizen, and served efficiently in a number of the local offices, at various times being assessor and township clerk. During the greater part of his life he was an elder in the Evangelical Lutheran Church of the General Synod. He was a valued member of the Independent Order of Odd Fellows, and his burial was conducted according to the ritual of the order. His widow still resides in Ridge township.<br />
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The children of Mr. and Mrs. Harrison Leathers were : Edmond A., of this sketch; William C. and Delora V. (Mrs. William C. Gilliland) both of Ridge township; and Florence E., wife of John G. Prill, of Payne, Paulding County, Ohio.<br />
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Edmond A. Leathers was reared in Ridge township and was educated in both its public and private schools as well as at Van Wert. After completing his education, he taught for four consecutive years in Willshire and Liberty townships, and after his marriage settled on his present valuable farm on which he has erected one of the most attractive modern residences in the township. The land owned by the estate of the late Harrison Leathers has become doubly valuable on account of the great development of oil upon it. In 1901 there was drilled on the farm mentioned, which is situated in section 34, Ridge township, an oil-well which, for 33 consecutive days, flowed 250 barrels of oil per day, without being pumped. Later pumping machinery was installed and oil was produced in large, paying quantities.</div>
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On June 3, 1883, Mr. Leathers was married to Mary J. Bell, who was born in Ashland County, Ohio, and is a daughter of James and Charlotte (Reame) Bell. Seven children have been born to this marriage, namely : James H., Arthur M., Urban C., Clara B., Earl E., Beulah B. and Luther E.</div>
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Politically Mr. Leathers is usually in accord with the Republican party. He has served several terms as assessor of Ridge township and as land appraiser, his knowledge in this direction being very considerable. Fraternally he belongs to Van Wert Lodge, No. 251, I. O. O. F., which he joined in 1880; the Knights of Pythias, at Middlepoint, and the Modern Woodmen, at Van Wert. Since his youth he has been a member of the Evangelical Lutheran Church, is an elder in the Ridge township church, is serving as secretary of the joint council of the Salem charge, and is also a church trustee. In short, he is a man in whom his neighbors have placed implicit confidence for many years—one of the township's most intelligent and representative men, in every relation of life.</div>
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The Leathers family is spoken of very highly. Edmond passes away in 1825 in Van Wert County, Ohio.</div>
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Edmond's son James Harrison is where the story continues. James Harrison was born April 25, 1884, in Ridge Township, Van Wert County, Ohio. We find him living with his large family in this same county in 1900. James is 16 years old and a farm laborer along with his other three brothers, most likely on their dad's farm. Edmond is shown as owning a home free and clear.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1900 United States Census, Ridge Township, Van Wert County, Ohio</td></tr>
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Wealth hits this family in 1901 with the finding of oil on their farm, and it appears that the course of this family's life is appreciably altered. We do not have a record of James Harrison in 1910 or 1920, although we find Edmond and family still residing in Van Wert County. James Harrison later appears in 1922, though, a couple of states over in Illinois. He marries Cora Alice Dedrick on August 27, 1922, at the age of 38. Below we find a picture of this couple with a picture taken in Van Wert County. It's unknown how or where they met. Although not known to be fact, it appears that James has moved to Illinois to follow an oil job. We know that James Harrison would work for Marathon as an oil worker. Is it possible that these oil contacts with Marathon started with the finding of oil on his dad's farm?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James Harrison Leathers, taken in Van Wert County, Ohio</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cora and James Harrison Leathers, taken in Van Wert County, Ohio</td></tr>
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We finally find this family in 1930 during the United States Census. James Harrison (45) and Cora (37) are living in Oblong Township, Crawford County, Illinois. They have two little daughters living with them: Betty J. (4) and Mary L. (0 months). James Harrison is a pumper on an oil field, and he and his family own a home worth $1500. They have a radio set. Cora was born in Illinois, although her dad was born in Pennsyvlania and her mother in Illinois.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James Harrison Leathers (back left) with farmers and oil workers</td></tr>
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A family picture is taken in Robinson, Illinois. Cora is on the right with Edmond Ambrose Leathers in the front with the moustache.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Leathers Family Photo, Robinson, Illinois</td></tr>
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Harrison Leathers dies at the young age of 61 years old. Cora and Harrison have three children, two of whom survived. Young Harrison Leathers, Jr., named in honor of his father did not make it past infancy. Mary Louise lived from 1929-1980.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Betty Jane and Mary Louise Leathers, Oblong, Illinois</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Obituary for James Harrison Leathers, Jr.</td></tr>
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The family has finally made it to Illinois, but the family still resides several counties away from Logan County. What brings young Betty to move away from her family? It's her job. Betty attends the Eastern Illinois Teacher's School in Charleston, Illinois, for college. As part of her agreement for receiving education, she student teaches there, then takes her first teaching position in Sparta, Illinois. After her tenure is up with Sparta, she is unable to find another available teaching position, and the school season is fast-approaching!<br />
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She finally learns of a teaching position in a small rural town called Hartsburg, Illinois, and it's her only opportunity she has for teaching that school year. So out of the sheer need for a teaching job, Betty Jane Leathers moves northwest to Logan County, Illinois.<br />
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The Leathers have finally made it to Logan County.<br />
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<br />Runway in Sighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981285468014577534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860300789925771271.post-88963424241959339552012-12-29T05:55:00.002-08:002012-12-29T05:55:18.317-08:00How the Wyatts Came to Sangamon CountyThe Wyatts didn't always live in Sangamon County, though the family has set up camp here for over a century. For this story, we travel all the way back to the 1837 with a baby named Edward.<br />
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Edward Wyatt was born around 1837 somewhere in Illinois. His parents were both born in Kentucky. We do not know much about Edward in his early years, but we find him and his family living in Morgan County, Illinois, in 1860. Edward (23) is married to Nellie (23) and lives with children Oscar H. (2) and Orlando (2 months). The family has personal estate valued at $150. Edward is a farm laborer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1860 United States Census, Murraysville Precinct, Morgan County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Ten years later, we find that the family has moved. The family now lives in the Lancaster Precinct of Cass County, Illinois. Edward (33) and Nellie (33) are living with sons Oscar (11), Orlando (9), Grant (7), Eugene (5), and Eddith (3). Edward is still a farmer, though his value has increased substantially in just ten years. He now shows real estate value of $2000 and personal estate value of $930.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1870 United States Census, Lancaster Precinct, Cass County (Ashland Post Office), Illinois</td></tr>
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Ten years later we find that the family has grown even more but still lives in Cass County, Illinois. Edward (43) is still married to Nellie (44) and living with children: Oscar (22), Orlando (20), Grant (18), Eugene (16), Edith (12), Rolf (8), and Pearl (2). Edward is still a farmer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1880 United States Census, Cass County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Twenty years later, we pick up the story with the eldest son Oscar. [Of importance, the 1880 census said Oscar's father Edward was born in Illinois, while the 1900 says Kentucky.]. Oscar has moved out and begun a family of his own.<br />
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We find Oscar (42) married to his wife Emma (40) living with four children. To carry on the tradition of mom's name starting with an "E", the children are named: Essie M. (19), Estella (15), Edward (11) [named after his grandpa], and Edna H. (5). Just like his father, Oscar is a farm laborer. The family rents a house somewhere in the Riverton section of Clear Lake Township in Sangamon County, Illinois.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1900 United States Census, Clear Lake Township, Riverton Section, Sangamon County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Twenty years later, we find young Edward all grown up and raising a family of his own. He has stayed close to his home in Riverton, moving just a few miles to the west into Capitol Township, and is raising two sons. Edward (30) is married to Virginia and living with sons Glenn (7) and Raleigh (6). Edward is a baker in a baker shop.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1920 United States Census, Clear Lake Township, Sangamon County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Ten years later, the family is found living in Springfield, Illinois (Capitol Township). Edward (41) and Virginia (38) live with children Glenn E. (18), Raleigh E. (16), and Robert H. (8). Edward is shown as owning a home worth $6000, and the family has a radio in the household. Edward is still a baker, and we learn that he bakes for "Community Co." His son Glenn is listed as a "baker helper" at the same place.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1930 United States Census, Capitol Township, Sangamon County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Ten years later we find eldest son Glenn moved out on his own with his own family. Glenn is now married to Elsie (Mae Crouse). Glenn (28) and Elsie (28) and raising Jackie L. (4) and Glenn T. (1). Glenn is shown as only completing 10th grade while Elsie completed high school. They own a home worth $2000. Glenn is a machine operator at a tractor manufacturing company and lists 44 hours as a typical work week. His income for the year was $1200.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1940 United States Census, Village of Southern View, Woodside Township, Sangamon County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Little Jackie grows up and has his own family, one being a son whom he names Kenneth. Kenneth gives birth to Kristin, and Kristin gives birth to Gabe...the story continues on...Runway in Sighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981285468014577534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860300789925771271.post-8353830008974989372012-12-29T05:54:00.000-08:002012-12-29T05:54:00.905-08:00How the Blakleys Came to Sangamon CountyThe Blakleys did not always reside in Sangamon County, Illinois. Here is an account of how they came to call Springfield and the surrounding areas home.<br />
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We begin the story all the way back in Germany in 1851. Matthias Blakley is born December 19, 1851, to parents John George Bloechle and Saloma Shuler. For reasons unknown, Matthias boards a ship bound for "North Amerika" in 1873. He arrives the same year in the United States.<br />
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We lose track of him for the next 27 years, but during this time, he has made his way from the port of arrival to the heart of the Midwest. The 1900 United States Census finds Matthias and his large family of seven children living in Rochester Township, Sangamon County, Illinois. Matthias (48) and Kate (36) live with children: George J. (18), William J. (15), Charley (12), Freddie A. (10), Clara S. (8), Lucas D. (5), and Emma (3). Matthias is a farmer who owns a home (with a mortgage) on a farm. Sons George and William are listed as farm laborers. Kate had had a total of eight children, all of whom are still living (one has obviously moved out by 1900). Also, Matthias and Kate have been married for 19 years. It's interesting to note, too, that Kate's father was born in France.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1900 United States Census, Rochester Township, Sangamon County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Son William Jacob appears to have remained in Sangamon County. We do not have much information on exactly where he lived, but during World War II, his registration cards still show him as living in Sangamon County, although he has moved from Rochester Township to the city (or country) of Springfield. He lists his occupation as a farmer, the practice he knew as a child.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">William Jacob Blakley's Registration Card, World War II</td></tr>
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William Jacob Blakley married Edna Lula Kirby and has the following children: Charles, Fanny, Claude, Ralph, Anna, Arthur, Paul, Don, Glenn, and Richard. We pick up the story with the eldest Charles. Charles Garold Blakley was born April 7, 1907, in Illinois. He married Mary Carmen Horn on October 1, 1929. In 1931, the Springfield, Illinois, City Directory lists him as a sub-rural carrier.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1931 Springfield, Illinois, City Directory</td></tr>
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In 1940, we find Garold and Mary living in Woodside Township in Sangamon County. Garold (33) and Mary (35) are living with children Phylis (5) and James (2). Garold is listed as a proprietor for retail farm equipment. He shows that he worked 72 hours in the previous week and worked 52 weeks out of the year. His income is not shown, however. The couple owns a home worth $2000. Both completed high school.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1940 United States Census, Woodside Township, Sangamon County, Illinois</td></tr>
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Garold's son James Garold grows up and marries Margaret Gilson, and they have a son named James Arthur Blakley. James Arthur Blakley gives birth to Casey Blakley, and he has two daughters named Micaiah Rian and Kiayla Aiden. The Blakleys still call Sangamon County home.Runway in Sighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981285468014577534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860300789925771271.post-26676566760532086082012-11-07T12:04:00.000-08:002012-11-30T10:58:05.313-08:00The Farm (Before the Polley's)The 80 acres came into the Polley name in 1964. The 50 acres came into the Polley name in 1971. But families had been farming this land for years. Below shows a history of the soil before we Polleys came to know the land ourselves...<br />
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Just after the Civil War, the Polley Farm was not set up exactly as we know it today. The current 80 acres was in fact as we know it and was owned by H. Joseph (underneath the bold 27 in the map). However, the 50 acres was actually part of a much larger land tract owned by J. Howser. He is shown owning 250 attached acres. It is not until years later that this tract will be subdivided into the tracts we know today.<br />
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Of particular interest is the road from Lawndale coming up north over Kickapoo creek. The road would be dirt in this time, but the four-way stop to the east of the farmstead is actually not a four-way intersection at all! What we now know as the first little sharp curve to the south of Lazy Row Road was actually originally two 90-degree turns, first to the west, then to the north! Later maps indicate the curve (still exists), but this map shows a 90-degree turn at the southern end of J.B. Adams' property, resulting in a "T" rather than a four-way stop when it meets Lazy Row road (east of the current farmstead). The eventual paved road will end up providing the divider between the 80-acre tract and the 77-acre tract (most likely the reason for moving the road). But because these properties were owned by the same individual in 1873, the road simply cut that property in two, and it mattered not where that cut took place.<br />
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Of even more interest is the house located on the north section of H. Joseph's 80 acres. This is most likely the same farmhouse (aptly called the "old farmhouse" by our family!) puchased nearly 100 years later by Robert Polley in 1964 when he bought those 80 acres. The History of Logan County (1878) tells us that the man who owned the farm is Joseph Harvy, a republican, from Ohio [page 493].<br />
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Also note that no Route 66 exists. Interstate 55 is 100 years away! However, unbeknownst to all, the land is already set up to hold these roads, as the Chicago-Alton St. Louis Railroad has already laid its tracks (Alton to Springfield was finished in 1852, then extended to Bloomington in 1854). As with much of the rest of the United States, the paved roads would eventually come after the automobile and simply parallel these tracks already in place.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1873 Logan County Plat Map</td></tr>
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In 1893, much of the land has already changed hands. Note that the 250 acres from 1873 has been divided up into three tracts (129 acres, 70 acres, and 50 acres). Of course, that's just an acre shy of the 250 acres in 1873 (most likely due to partial acres in each tract). The 80 acres as we know it is now owned by Maggie Houser (another Houser owns the 70 acres north of the 50 acres as we know it). W.J. Horrum is shown owning the 50 acres. The north-south road still does not line up with the four-way-stop yet, and Rose Hill School is shown on the north side of Lazy Row Road. Also note that the Chicago and Alton Railroad still shows no road alongside it.<br />
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In 1887, a business directory is printed for all of Logan County, and we learn a little bit about the owners of the land. W.J. Horrum works in hardware in Atlanta. The number 3 next to his name denotes he owns less than $1000 in real estate. His (most-likely) relative Joseph N. Horrum is a farmer and works the field to the south of the 50 acres (see plat map below). He owns real estate worth between $1000 and $5000. We do not see Maggie Houser's name listed, but several Houser's appear in Logan County at this time.<br />
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We also see Osa Howser as a farmer with more than $5000 in land value. Osa is the wife of John A. Howser who died March 26, 1883 (we learn elsewhere that Osa kept the 117 acres in her name). She is the daughter of John and Mary Chowning...and a brother to Elet Houston Chowning.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1887-1888 Logan County Business Directory (W.J. Horrum, Houser, Howser)</td></tr>
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The (future) 50 acres is in great hands. According to the 1886 Logan County History Book, the caretaker of this piece of land is quite the farmer. From the history book: "William J. Horrom, a prominent farmer of Eminence Township, was born December 6, 1848, in Cass County, Illinois. He is a son of John and Susan Horrom, who were natives of New York State and Pennsylvania, respectively, and among the early settlers of Cass County. He was reared on a farm in his native county, and there educated in common schools. November 16, 1870, he was married to Sarah Goodpasture, by whom he had seven children, six of them still living--Leona N., Eugene L., William A., Bessie, Pearl and Gertrude. In 1877, Mr. Horrom moved with his family to Logan County, Illinois, and settled on the farm where he has since resided. He is a successful and enterprising farmer and is the owner of 250 acres of good land. In politics he affiliates with the Republican party. He is at present serving his second term as road commissioner of Eminence Township." [page 733] That "250 acres of good land" contains the 50 acres that will soon fall into the Polley's ownership. (Is it possible that he divided his land in order to buy/begin a hardware store in Atlanta?)<br />
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Note the more than 1000 acres owned by S.A. Foley. (I guess that comes with being elected judge of Logan County in 1877, being elected President of the Lincoln Savings, Loan, and Trust in the same year, being owner of the Lincoln gas plant from 1878-1884, being a major stockholder of the Citizen's Coal Shaft, being President of Lincoln Gas and Electric in 1884, and being founder-owner of Lincoln Rollings Mills in 1885. The famous Foley House in Lincoln, Illinois [also known as Harts Hall] still resides on Tremont Street).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1893 Logan County Plat Map</td></tr>
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In 1910, the land has changed hands yet again. As for the future Polley Farm, Maggie Houser still owns the 80 acres, and J.H. Parker (later identified as a Mrs.) now owns the 50 acres. The residence is no longer shown, though this could be a cartographist's oversight (the house is not shown in some later maps, either). Or quite simply the house is gone.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1910 Logan County Plat Map</td></tr>
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In 1922, the Polley Farm is still very much a future endeavor, as owner Robert Polley would not be born for another two years! However, the land is already affecting Little Robert before he could even know it. His future boss Fred Zollers has already acquired his 200 acres where Robert would be working on in just another several years (see Robert Polley's life story). As for the farm as we know it, Maggie Houser still owns the 80 acres, and Mrs. J.H. Parker still owns the 50 acres. Also note the school house across from Fred Zollers' property.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1922 Logan County Plat Map</td></tr>
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The farmland doesn't change hands in the next eight years. Maggie Houser is still shown as owning the 80 acres, and Mrs. J.H. Parker still owns the 50. The automobile has taken the country by storm, however, and the huge Route 66 project has begun. This map sometime in the 1930's shows the new 66 to the east.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1930's Logan County Plat Map</td></tr>
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In 1940, the Polley's are still another 24 years before purchasing the land. However, with the excitement of the Route 66 having been built to the east, the government commissions a fly-over of the land from 20,000 feet. The (eventual) Polley farm is included in the aerial photos. Here is the land as seen in 1940:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The farm in 1940. Notice the various uses of the land.</td></tr>
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Here in 1965, the land has come under the Polley name. Sort of. In 1964, Robert Polley took out a $50,000 loan from A.J. Engelbrecht in order to purchase the 80 acres. So although the farm was now under the Polley activity, the deed was under the name of A.J. & Edna Engelbrecht (see plat map). It is also fun to note that Eleeta Kindred is shown owning the 50 acres...several years before it would even cross Robert Polley's mind. [For reference, the 80 acres is just underneath the 27 in this map].<br />
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The Gulf, Mobile, and Ohio Railroad also now owns the railroad (they bought the Alton R.R. in 1947). Notice, too, that the 90-degree turns are now gone, replaced by a little sharp curve so that the intersection now comes to a four-way-intersection (and Fred Laur's 80-acre and 77-acre fields are now separated by a road acting as the boundary line). And Route 66 now exists! From the 1965 Logan County Plat Map:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1965 Plat Map</td></tr>
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The following shows our neighbors and the house locations in 1970. The farm house is shown, but the name is not. This is because Robert Polley rented out the old farm house. Maps of the day did not show the owner's name unless he actually lived in that house. Our old farm house is the black square just to the east of our neighbor Galen Lessen (under the number 27 in the map). From 1970:<br />
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In 1971, Robert Polley took out a loan from the Atlanta Federal Bank and purchased 50 acres for $25,000. For the first time, the Polley name is shown in the Logan County plat book. The Polley's now officially own land!!! Robert & Betty Polley are shown owning 50 acres. The railroad tracks are now owned by the Illinois Central Gulf Railroad (merged with the above Gulf, Mobile, and Ohio R.R. in 1972).<br />
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In 1973, Robert Polley is the only name listed on the 50 acres with A.J. & Edna Engelbrecht still listed on the 80 acres. Robert Polley and family are hard at work on the farm, paying off the loans, watching Ricky graduate from high school, and most likely curious about the "Proposed Interstate 55" being pursued just a few miles to the east. The Illinois Central Gulf Railroad now runs the tracks.<br />
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In 1977, the Polley name is finally listed on the 80 acres for the first time. The loan is still in existence with the Engelbrecht's, however, as that name is listed first. However, A.J. has been taken off the map, and Edna is the only remaining (possibly due to A.J.'s death?) . Also note Interstate 55!<br />
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It's interesting to note the occupant of the farmhouse in 1979: Robert Polley II. Before the building of the current farmhouse in 1980, Bob lived in the old farmhouse. Our neighbors in 1979:<br />
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No more loan!!! Sometime between 1979 and 1980, the 80 acres was paid off!!! The Engelbrecht's are forever removed, and the 80 acres now shows sole ownership by Robert and Betty Polley. The 50 acres still shows ownership by Robert Polley.<br />
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Our neighbors in 1988:<br />
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The Polley Farm has now officially been in existence for 48 years. The abbreviation "etux" behind Robert Polley's name simply means "and wife." Note the very important addition, as well. The farm is now a Trust. Here is the farm as shown in 2007:<br />
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And our neighbors in 2007:<br />
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The land has been worked for years and years providing sustenance for an untold number of families. Memories are made, families are raised, bills are incurred and paid. Here's a before and after shot of the farm from 1940 and 2012.<br />
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The Polley Farm continues to this day.<br />
Runway in Sighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981285468014577534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860300789925771271.post-41198865945844200772012-11-05T07:21:00.000-08:002012-12-04T16:11:55.844-08:00The FarmIn 1964, I found 80 acres for sale on Lazy Row Road in Atlanta, Illinois. On a drive home to Hartsburg from Atlanta, I stopped at the house on the property and asked what they were asking. Stanley Wickoff lived in the house at that time. After learning the price, I took out a $40,000 loan from A.J. Engelbrecht, our neighbor in Beason that had watched me grow up, and mortgaged my house in Hartsburg for the other $10,000...and I bought those 80 acres for $625 an acre, quite a price in that day. A.J. charged me 5% interest. (A.J. would actually pass away before I paid him off completely, so I paid his wife Edna the remaining payments). I would pay A.J. just once a year payments of $2000 plus interest.<br />
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The property itself was quite a sight. There were nine buildings in all, none of which were in great condition. The buildings consisted of the old farmhouse, the garage, a washhouse, the outhouse, a machine shed, two wire corn cribs, an old barn, and a shed on the east side of the property. An old underground fuel tank was located near the corn cribs, and an orchard was just behind the house.<br />
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I would say words which are still talked about today: "Every building goes." And sure enough, I wasted no time in honoring those words. The first to go were the corn cribs and underground fuel tank.<br />
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Because I had no machinery to work the land myself, I had the neighbor of the property (Galen Lessen) continue to farm the land as he had been doing prior to my purchase. However, after just two years, that would all change. In 1966, I purchased a 1967 John Deere 3020 tractor, a John Deere disc, a John Deere four-bottom plow, and a John Deere 495A four-row planter from Carl Lauer's John Deere Implement Company in Lincoln, Illinois. I bought these right after the Logan County Fair in August. I would hire Virgil Lessen from Emden to do the harvest.<br />
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In 1971, another opportunity presented itself. While driving just a mile north of the 80 acres, I saw a For Sale sign next to another piece of farmland. After inquiring about this land, I learned that 50 acres were for sale, split into 20 acres and 30 acres divided by a little creek. The current owners had just inherited the land and did not want it. And those fields were quite a sight...overgrown with weeds for as far as the eye could see. Not wanting to make a foolish purchase, I asked Mike Klokkenga from Emden if he would take a look at the land for me. After looking at it, he said, "Bob, all that land needs is a shave and a haircut." Heeding his words, I took out a loan yet again, this time from the Federal Land Bank, and purchased this land for $500/acre, for a total of $25,000. Also taking his advice, I purchased an orange Woods shredder, as that land really <em>did</em> need some attention.<br />
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I also had a Morton machine shed built in 1971 just south of the old farmhouse. I erected one grain bin just east of the machine shed in the same year.<br />
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The farm was not strictly a grain operation, however. As a matter of fact, we ended up dabbling in just about everything! With Bobby in high school and Ricky in grade school, we purchased shorthorn heiffers off of Jim Klockenga (Mike's son) for $400 apiece. <span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1352393234951_216" style="font-size: 12pt;">Jim was an Ag student/FFA member of mine. We also tried raising feeder calves at one time. I bought several weaned calves and raised them to market weight. This venture wasn’t too profitable, I found out. We had to buy the feed from B&B Milling Company in Emden—they bulk loaded the feed into the back of my pickup. We would then place a tarp over it and drive to the farm. Then Bobby, Ricky and I would unload the feed by hand using 5-gallon buckets and carry it and dump it into a granary. Then we would carry feed with 5-gallon buckets to the feed troughs. That was tremendous amount of work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Years later, I purchased an auger wagon that B&B dumped the feed in and I towed it behind my truck to the farm. We would then hook up the 3020 tractor and connect the PTO shaft and auger the grain out. That saved a lot of labor. Eventually, I got to the point where I bought my own feed grinder—and we would grind our own feed here on the farm and auger it out into the feed hoppers or granary.</span><br />
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1352393234951_218" style="font-size: 12pt;">We also tried our hand with hogs—and found out they were a better investment for us than those cows ever were. We started out by using a single-sow orange-colored farrowing house. One could lift the “roof” lid and look in on the sow and her litter. We had to open a door behind the sow in order to allow her to back out into an open stall where she could eat and get water. A few years later, we ended up buying a second single-sow farrowing house. We even set up farrowing stalls on the east side of the barn and had a kerosene heater in their to keep the piglets warm. However, in the early 1970’s, I purchased a 12-sow farrowing house—and we started farrowing pigs four times a year—we did this for about 10 years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">As a matter of fact, Rick's very first loan was not to buy a car...but pigs! He opened up a checking account and loan in Hartsburg with his first loan being $220 to buy a sow and eight or nine piglets! The pigs were Chester-Whites. When it came time to sell the hogs, we would put stock racks on the back of my pickup—stock racks that Bobby built as an FFA project in high school---and loaded the hogs and took them to the stockyards in Peoria. We could usually haul about (10) 220-pound hogs at a time. When those stock racks wore out, I purchased a metal set that one could slide in and out of the pickup bed.</span><br />
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The farm was work. There was always something to be done in those days. When we raised cattle, we had to feed them every day after school. I would go home from Hartsburg school where I taught, pick up Bobby and Ricky, and we would drive the eight miles out to the farm to feed the cows. We had to do this every single day.<br />
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At one point, Bobby ended up winning a dairy cow from the Rotary Club, and after she freshened, this meant we had to milk her every morning and night! This meant more driving! Ricky never did learn how to milk her, though, so this was left to Bobby and me.<br />
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With the cattle, too, we would often move them over to pasture from the 80 acres. The pasture was located a few miles away, so rather than load them up in the truck and make several trips, we would actually do a cattle drive down Lazy Row Road! At our peak, we had around 25-30 head of cattle. The pasture was located about four miles to the west, just across Kickapoo Creek.<br />
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Our pick-up truck during that time was a 1966 Chevrolet which was purchased for $2200. The truck had the "four-on-the-floor" transmission but had no air-conditioning or radio. It was definitely a work truck. <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1352393234951_219" style="font-size: 12pt;">We carried sideboards on the truck that Bobby had made when he built the stock racks. You don’t see it so much anymore except on business trucks, but those were the days when people put their names on both doors of the cab. Our truck said “Robert O. Polley and Sons/Hartsburg, Illinois"—and I had ‘Bobby and Ricky’ placed up near the top of the door by the window. In winter time, the boys had found a couple of round metal Coca-Cola signs and they tied a rope to the hitch and then to the first sign—and then another rope from the first sign to the smaller back sign. They would then hop on and slide around town on the snow. It wasn’t the safest thing to do, but they sure had fun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ricky learned how to drive the shift in this truck by sitting on my lap. I would work the pedals and he would shift. As he got bigger, he would start driving from the farm to home himself and I would sit on the passenger side—then we would stop a couple of miles from town—and then we would swap seats before getting to Hartsburg!</span><br />
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Of course, the land itself needed work, too. We would constantly have to mow the grass on the 80 and 50 acres. On the east side of the 80 acres, a fence-post line (no longer there) would get so overgrown with weeds. We would take the old Bachtold weedmower (sold in 2006) a half-mile down, then a half-mile back to keep our property line clean. We would also mow the very steep ditch along the roadside over on the 50 with that same mower. That was work.<br />
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1352393234951_221" style="font-size: 12pt;">Also, over on the 50, we took down a wire corn crib a few years after I bought the place. It was located right at the middle entrance next to the road. </span>Before the combines became popular, farms used to harvest the entire ears at a time. Seeing as how we no longer did this, we took down all three of those cribs (two at the house, one at the 50). But before we took down that one on the 20 acres, we received a phone call from the police. We were ordered to cut down marijuana plants found next to the crib! We complied.<br />
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We also had to address an issue with the entrance to the back 30 acres. When I purchased the land, a bridge had already made access, but the bridge was old and constantly being eroded at the base. This entryway was straight back from the current middle road access. <span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1352393234951_223" style="font-size: 12pt;">It was made up of seven old railroad rails that stretched from one side of the ditch to the other side—and very thick wooden planks were placed perpendicularly across the rails. But the water in the ditch would constantly erode the ground away from each side of the bridge making it unsafe. To support the rails, we made support pillars by digging out (by hand) a foundation and erecting pillars made from welding (3) 55-gallon hallowed drums on top of each other. We had 6 sets of these pillars—3 on each side. We then poured concrete into the foundation and the pillars. We placed an I-beam across each set of pillars and put the rails on top of these I-beams and then the wooden planks on top of those. This lasted for a while, but the water eventually eroded the dirt away from the foundations—and this bridge became unsafe again. I ended up having to buy an actual railroad tank car and having to build another bridge on the north side of the property (the one that still exists today).</span><br />
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The land constantly needed attention, too. Before I switched to no-till in the early 2000's, we continually worked up the land. The farm was not tiled until the 1980's, so if I didn't work up the land in the fall after harvest, the dirt would be cloddy and rough when it came time to prepare it in the spring. In the early days of the farm, our work-horse was the 1967 3020. We would disc the land, then plow it with the 4-14 plow. The 3020 would always be the mainstay throughout the years, but we owned a John Deere 4020 with a square cab, a White tractor (very powerful but the engine mounts were cracked so I had to sell), a Farmall tractor used to shred the cornstalks while the 3020 came behind with the plow, a 4430 with the modern round cab, and finally the 4450 (sold in 2011).<br />
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The farm was always a work in progress, ever-changing year to year. After purchasing the 80 acres, I tore down the old machine shed and had a lean-to constructed with an opening to the south. <span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1352393234951_225" style="font-size: 12pt;">However, a violent wind storm moved through and pulled those posts out of the ground and bent the lean to building back over on itself. After this storm, I tore that down and had the Morton machine shed built in 1971. </span>I also had a grain bin built in the early 1970's. I would later add a second identical bin directly to the east of it. Both of these still stand today.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1352393234951_228" style="font-size: 12pt;">The machinery constantly changed, too. Over the course of the years, I acquired two more cultivators—one front attached and then a rear attached. I also bought a DMI plow that allowed one to plow without shedding the corn stalks first, a soil finisher, a John Deere 7000 Max Emerge six-row planter (with 30-inch rows opposed to the 38-inch rows on the 495A), two DMI grain wagons, a grain auger, and a John Deere chisel plow to use after harvesting soybeans. When we raised our own hay for our cattle, I purchased a John Deere baler, a hay rake, and very handy hay stacker made by New Holland. Bobby and Rick each built hayrack wagons as FFA projects in high school.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">As far as those two DMI wagons...I basically had my hand forced to purchase those! During harvest one year, I had borrowed these two wagons from Rohlf's Implement. Rick was hauling the two wagsons full of grain over to the elevator in Hartsburg. He had just left the farm and was going over the bridge just to the west of the 80 acres. That bridge even today has a sharp incline followed by a sharp decline. Well, immediately after going across the bridge, Rick noticed that the two wagons were following him on the side of the tractor! Sure enough, the hitch pin had bounced out and the two wagons careened off into the ditch, spilling the entire loads of grain. Of course, with the weight of the load, the wagons were bent up, as well. We had to hire a farmer with a grain vacuum to clean up our grain from the ditch, and I had to pay to have the wagons repaired. I hadn't planned on it, but I ended up buying two DMI wagons that day.</span><br />
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In 1980, I had the current farmhouse built. I hired Bob Ford and Kent Young out of Atlanta, Illinois, to build the house. We moved in the day before Halloween in 1980. (I had also had my previous house in Hartsburg built, as well. I paid $8000 for that house and carried a mortgage of $150/month. We moved in to that house in 1955. It was built over a swampy area, though, and often had water in the basement until I hired someone to put tiling next to the walls.)<br />
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Sometime during the 1980's, I started raising Limousin cattle. I ended up selling my last one in 1992. I had my second heart attack, and Betty was left with three cows to take care of (feeding morning and night). Not wanting to do this work herself, she called Jack Knollenberg and asked if he would help. He graciously accepted the request, and Betty did not have to take care of the cattle. But that was the turning point with animals on our farm. We never owned another.<br />
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At one point in the 1980's, we even raised chickens...I think between 1983-1985. My grandson Andy would love to go out in the machine shed and retrieve the eggs. Betty was expecting some family company, and she was embarrassed to have chickens running all over the yard, so we rounded up all of the chickens, threw them into a grain sack, and dumped them on one of our neighbors farms who raised chickens! We never told him that it was us who did that!<br />
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I retired from teaching in 1986, a year after Betty retired in 1985. After years and years of sweat and labor, the house and farm was finally paid off in the early 1996, 32 years after we purchased the land.<br />
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I had the 80 acres tiled in the 1994. Sometime in the 1980's, I also had the current barn constructed. The old one was finally torn down, nearly twenty years after I uttered those now-true words:<br />
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<em><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"></span></em><br />Runway in Sighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981285468014577534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860300789925771271.post-78289108475699160352012-11-04T12:51:00.002-08:002012-11-30T16:17:16.641-08:00The Places I Lived and Worked<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I
was born August 31, 1924, about 1 ½ miles north of Atlanta, Illinois.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The house no longer exists.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robert Polley's birthplace. The house was purposely burned in 2010.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robert Polley's birthplace as seen from the south. The house was burned under control.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robert Polley's birthplace as seen from the north.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">From there, my family moved to the Applegate
Place over by Niblick Cemetery [this is just west of the current farm, then
north up a dirt road about two miles]. The plat maps show this being owned by Albert A. Applegate and Clara A. Applegate (Miller).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">From there, we moved to Tom Young’s place when I was two years old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tom Young's Place, north of Eminence Christian Church, being remodeled in 2012</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then from age three to age nine, we lived at
the George Quisinberry Place just south of Kickapoo Creek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I attended Mount Zion school which was a 1.9-mile walk each way. I usually chose to take the road instead of the (shorter) fields due to the mud and numerous fences I had to cross. "This was a one-room schoolhouse, and you could actually get pretty smart by listening to the teacher when she taught the other grades. I remember my teacher catching two boys whispering in class one day. She went right over there and caught them and slapped one of them right upside the face! I never whispered in that class."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">"I can remember the flood of 1929. Boy, that water came all the way up out of the creek right up to the house." "I can also remember my mother and the others crying on the front porch here when Kenny died. There used to be a porch on the front of this house here, and that addition on top did not exist." [Kenny was born June 26, 1926, and died September 24, 1928]. "I can also remember walking out drinks and food to my dad in the field here" [just south of the home]. "I also used to have to walk to school every day."</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The site of the old Mt. Zion School, east of George Quisinberry's farm</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George Quisinberry's Farm, just south of Kickapoo Creek</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George Quisinberry's House, though the top addition did not exist during the Polleys' stay</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1930 United States Census showing the Polley family while on the George Quisinberry farm</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">George Quisinberry came to my dad and told him that he would like to farm the land himself, so we had to move yet again. We moved to Ben Wade's place just east of Atlanta, Illinois, a few miles to the north of the Quisinberry farm. </span>I attended Clear Creek School where I finished fourth grade. I had to walk two miles to school, through the snow, rain, whatever, uphill both ways [This statement is frighteningly true! The distance is exactly 2.0 miles, and it is literally uphill both ways!] I attended Atlanta Elementary School for 5<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> and 6<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> grade. I would also walk to the Atlanta school from the Wade place.</span><br />
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One day the Peoples Bank of Atlanta came out to the farm, and we would learn that the bank would soon be taking over the farm. Ben asked my dad if he would like to buy it, but my dad simply did not have the finances, so he had to pass. A gentleman named Arthur Begolka bought the farm, and our family was forced to move again.</span></o:p><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Ben Wade place after purchased by Arthur Begolka (1955 picture)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The old Ben Wade farm with the house recently destroyed (it was in existence in 2011)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Ben Wade Farm prior to home being destroyed, Atlanta, Illinois</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">We
then moved to the George Opperman Farm near Beason.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I attended Deercreek for 7<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> and 8<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> grade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I then attended Beason High School for 9<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> and
10<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> grade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> During my sophomore year, George Opperman informed my dad that he wanted to farm the land himself, so we had to move yet again.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The George Opperman Farm, northeast of Lincoln</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">George told my dad about a farm over by Meredosia, though. My dad bought those 80 acres out in Chambersburg on the Illinois River, so we moved out there in order to farm that piece of land.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Henry Bock, our neighbor just south of George Quisinberry, was just the best neighbor you could ask for. He had five sons and also trucks, and his sons used those trucks to move our family out to Chambersburg in 1940. </span>The land was not available when we arrived, so we had to wait until the spring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The owner then decided not to sell, so my dad had to get a lawyer in order to get his money back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We never did get the land, but I stayed until the harvest was done that fall.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The following 1940 census shows Robert Polley (aged 15 years) and family living in Chambersburg Township. His father Alva is a farmer working the land and paying $10 rent each month for the home.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1940 United States Census of Chambersburg Township, Pike County, Illinois</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So I started my junior year at Chambersburg High School, but in November after the corn harvest, we moved back to Atlanta, just north of Eminence Christian Church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Henry Bock's sons would again help us move back. We would live with Frank Ferguson (my cousin) on his farm. </span>I attended Armington Hittle Township High School for 11<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> and
12<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> grade and graduated in 1942 at the age of 17. I could ride a bus to school in the morning, but I went out for baseball, and those of us on the sports teams had to walk home. We were living at the Ferguson place when we learned that Pearl Harbor had been attacked in 1941.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Ferguson Farm in 1955</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Ferguson Place today, just north of Eminence Christian Church</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Ferguson Place</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After I graduated, I spent the summer shucking corn. I worked for Fred Zollars on his 200 acres. The work consisted of milking two cows, taking care of horses, cutting weeds, working hay, and other jobs. Fred had a stationary baler, and a bull rake with two horses. One day I got my rake caught and reached in to get it. Fred immediately grabbed my arm and said, "Bob, I can get a new rake, but I can't get a new you." Without Fred, I may have lost my hand that day!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I would live with Fred Zollars throughout the week, and Mom and Dad would pick me up on the weekends. We would attend church together on Sunday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I would also work for Henry Amburst on his farm just down the road from the Zollars' farm, helping work the hay. [Unbeknownst to Robert Polley, he would later own this farm himself...this is the 80 acres.]</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The 80 acres farm owned by Maggie Houser (1955)</td></tr>
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Runway in Sighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981285468014577534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860300789925771271.post-73926605897222344892012-11-04T12:48:00.003-08:002012-11-04T12:48:41.082-08:00The War Years (Korean)
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I
was again drafted in August 1950.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
elected to defer as I only needed one more semester to finish up at the
University of Illinois.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t hear
anything back from the Army, so I headed home to spend a few last days with Betty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While there, we received a letter in the mail
that said, “DEFERRED!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was able to
finish up my degree before heading back into the service.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In
January 1951, I was again shipped off to Fort Sheridan in Chicago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was able to receive a three-day pass,
though, where I was able to come home for my college graduation in February
1951.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From there, I was shipped out to
Camp Carson, Colorado, where I learned that I was to be shipped overseas
again…this time for the Korean War.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When
it came time for my platoon to go over, I was told that my profile records had
been lost.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As such, I could not be sent
overseas, and another guy had to be shipped in my place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would later learn that this platoon was
wiped out entirely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Koreans trapped
these soldiers in between three hills and moved in from above and wiped out my
whole outfit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so lucky to not have
had to go.</span></div>
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they learned that I had a degree at Camp Carson, they asked me to teach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I taught how to shoot the M-1, how to
disperse as a unit and not stay together and be killed at once, and other
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In
August 1951, Betty traveled out to Colorado with two other Army moms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Betty brought six-week-old Bobby with her
from Illinois.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The two other moms would
return back home, but Betty would stay on and live with me at Camp Carson.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Around
October or November, I was discharged yet again, and I went back and asked what
it would take to become an Ag Teacher.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
was told that I needed just four more courses, so I used the GI Bill a second
time in order to be able to teach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
thus received my Master’s Degree with the second GI Bill.</span></div>
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final rank in the army was Corporal (Private, Private First Class, Corporal).</span></div>
Runway in Sighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13981285468014577534noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1860300789925771271.post-65800632773338929972012-11-04T12:45:00.001-08:002012-11-04T12:45:40.506-08:00The War Years (World War II)<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 1pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><w:sdtpr></w:sdtpr><w:sdt docpart="275F48FA535B486CA19F8C65224D2B3D" id="89512082" storeitemid="X_9D3D959D-038B-4D33-9ACB-B5AC82859E53" text="t" title="Post Title" xpath="/ns0:BlogPostInfo/ns0:PostTitle"></w:sdt></span>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I
was drafted in 1943 during the middle of World War II at the age of 19.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During my evaluation, I was determined to
have severe arthritis in my hands, my arms, my legs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could not even have blankets on my legs due
to the extreme pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because of this
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">During
this time, I worked on Fred Zollars’ farm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He owned 200 acres.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But when I
would go into town, I would always be asked why I was not in the service, so in
1946 I enlisted and went into the service.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was first stationed in Fort Sheridan in Chicago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From there, I was transferred to Fort Knox in
Kentucky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But before I left, I was
singled out by my officers, and they told me that they couldn’t force it upon
me, but that I should strongly volunteer for a position out in Baltimore…to
work with counter-intelligence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
the only one in my unit they asked.</span><br />
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young and naïve, I heeded their advice and volunteered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was then shipped out to Baltimore to
Holabird Signal Depot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had a year’s
worth of teaching shoved down me from September 1946 to February 1947.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was then sent out to Fort Lawton in
Washington where I was to be a part of the 441<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">st</span></sup>
Counter-Intelligence Corps.</span></div>
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Washington, I boarded a ship named the ET Collins bound for Japan, though I
didn’t know where.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the way over
there, they fed us Navy beans, and as we were sitting there eating those beans
on tops of these large trays, the ship was rocking to and fro, and my bowl of
beans slid over to the soldier to the right of me who proceeded to throw up
into my bowl, and then it slid right back in front of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I immediately went up to the deck where I
nearly threw up myself.</span></div>
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ended up being stationed in the Kimitai Building where Japanese prisoners of
war were held.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That building was
converted over to our headquarters, and then from there, I was sent down to
Tokyo, where I spent my time typing, typing, typing, typing…for the 441<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">st</span></sup>
Counter-Intelligence…typing information as it came out of Korea.</span></div>
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was released from Japan and sailed back on the Omar Bundy ship in December
1947…to Fort Lawton in Washington again.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmxArqxPpxqTLGi39XyMSzFTjek3_FmiIqn3wQYaYRfcPiXBZrsB5246hQ3px2tjm4QOwQNuA20YvUPJFYFmKjMZEwQ5Feyava86ikoKvgQOHtBqU-cT4AukoB84d45aPWbVm-K1MiEojb/s1600/omarbundy3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"> </a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was discharged from Fort Lawton, so I caught a soldier train home from there, and I remember passing through Three Forks, Montana.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We stopped in Chicago where I caught a train to Lincoln where my parents picked me up.</span><br />
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