Friday, December 16, 2016

Shirin's Story


In my family history meanderings, I sometimes forget that the living have stories too. None of us are getting any younger - none of us ever gets younger. We should gather these stories now.
 
My mother-in-law Shirin Dastur Patel turned 90 this year, can no longer walk, and recently moved to an assisted living facility. It was a hard year. She even stopped reading, her lifetime joy. During one of my trips to pack her things, I suggested we get her story on paper, so her grandchildren would have a written account of her life. I was resolute, and although at first I had to pry information from her and she showed no interest in my notes, on my last visit she carefully reviewed my draft and made changes.

I have known Shirin for more than thirty years. I knew she lived through a remarkable time in history, but as I looked over my notes and spent time doing a bit of internet research, I realized how little I still know about the India of her youth. Her personal story made that history more alive to me, and I look forward to learning more.



Life in India (click here) 


Shirin was born on the western coast of India 21 Oct 1926. She is a "Parsee", part of the large group of people of the Zoroastrian faith that migrated from Persia (now Iran) to India a thousand years ago. During Shirin's lifetime in India she witnessed British colonial rule, the Second World War, and the Partition of India. She was educated in India and at Oxford.

Shirin and her husband Jal Kaikhashru Patel (1 Mar 1927 - 31 May 1986) left India for America in 1967 so they could better educate their sons. The Indian government allowed them to take $100 each, and a Greyhound Bus pass. They rebuilt their lives as immigrants. They educated their sons well. And now those sons are married and have children of their own.

Today, Shirin is happier with her new home. She is reading again, primarily newly published histories of India. Shirin's written story will be a Christmas gift to each of her grandchildren, which they will cherish and pass down through future generations.

To read about Shirin's life in India, click here.
 
Post script - My "Time With My Ancestors" blog began as a story of my family history, and strictly American. But when I married an immigrant Parsee, and especially after we had a child, his family's story became my story too. Yet more history for me to relearn. Or, in this case, learn for the first time. As to my American family tree, when I first began working on it, Shirin said "oh you Americans" -- she thinks of America as a young country. My husband's cousins in Canada call us a "noble experiment in democracy." Shirin can trace her family back a thousand years, to the time the Parsees left Iran for India. My husband says he will be impressed when I can trace my family back to Julius Caesar. I am still working on that....


Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Revolution! For Joseph and Keziah (Johnson) Beach

I write this the day after Veterans Day, just a few days removed from a heated national election, and not long before Thanksgiving. As I write I wonder what Joseph Beach, a captain in the New Jersey militia during the Revolution, and his wife Keziah Johnson Beach, who died during the war, would think of our country today. Of all we have been given, and of the strife that remains.

I am not yet prepared to guess what Joseph and Keziah would say about us. But I can share the story of Joseph and Keziah Johnson Beach, and how I came to know them. (A complete reference list is at the end of the blog in the bibliography, and an excel spreadsheet provides specific citations.)

My Revolutionaries – Joseph and Keziah


 
Joseph Beach and Keziah Johnson were from Morris County, NewJersey. Joseph was born about 1738; Keziah was a few years older, born in 1732. Both the Beach and Johnson families had come from Connecticut before 1720, and settled along the Whippanong River, where they were early pioneers in the iron mining industry.

Everything about Joseph and Keziah tells me they would be on the revolutionist side of the battle to come. Joseph was the second born son, and did not inherit the land or industry of his family. Several Beaches served during the war, including Joseph and his eldest son Asa. Keziah’s family was just as if not more full of revolution. Every brother save the eldest, and every sister’s husband, served the cause of revolution. Keziah lost two brothers during the war. The funeral procession of her brother Jacob was recorded in stark contrast to that of a Spanish dignitary who died while visiting Washington in Morristown a few days following. The Johnsons were solemn protestants clearly dedicated to the cause.

Joseph and Keziah were involved in a church led by the Rev Timothy Johnes, who actively supported the cause of Independence. They were Presbyterians, much more likely to side with revolution than the Episcopalians who lived on the eastern shores of New Jersey, where their ministers were “encroaching” into Presbyterian spheres and had sworn personal loyalty to the King. The Revolution in New Jersey was not just a political disagreement but one that involved religion as well.

Joseph and Keziah were neither poor nor rich. Joseph appears in the Ratables list of 1768, at which time he owned 54 acres of land, seven horses and cattle, and six sheep. His property was valued at roughly 13 pounds sterling. To my knowledge this family never owned slaves (an earlier New Jersey ancestor had).

New Jersey’s Revolution was a Civil War, and Morristown was a hotbed of Revolutionist fervor. On 14 September 1775 Joseph became a “Minuteman.” His peers elected him Ensign of his company. New Jersey's Minute Men were expected to own a musket, bayonet, sword, tomahawk, ramrod, priming wire and brush, cartridge box, twenty-three pounds of ammunition, twelve flints, a knapsack, one pound of powder, and three pounds of lead. New Jersey had 4,000 minute men, which represented roughly one-fourth of the men available for military service in the state. They were ordered to wear hunting shirts like those worn by riflemen in the Continental Army, and were regularly called out for service. 

On 30 May 1776, freeholder Joseph Beach voted for delegates from Morris County to attend New Jersey’s First Constitutional Convention.  The records for this election are extant, and today one can even see how each man voted! There was no unanimity in the votes among the Beach/Johnson clan: Joseph, his brothers and his in-laws all voted for some of the same delegates, but they did not vote by clan. Each, however, exercised his right to vote. Joseph Beach and all his brothers, all of Keziah Johnson’s brothers, and their fathers – they all voted, in taverns and homes, and the results were tallied and men sent to adopt New Jersey’s first Constitution, which was signed two days prior to the Declaration of Independence.

Joseph Beach served as Ensign under Captain Benoni Hathaway, who served under Colonel Ford. All were from Morris County. In August 1776 they were in Elizabeth, and years later the veterans claimed they could hear the cannons roar during the Battle of Long Island (Brooklyn Heights). This was the first major battle following the signing of the Declaration, and the largest battle of the war. The British won a stunning victory. Fort Lee fell on 30 November, and Washington’s sad retreat across New Jersey and into Pennsylvania continued. Beach’s unit was called out from time to time to support those troops as they made their retreat.

“These are the times that try men’s souls”, wrote Thomas Paine in December of 1776. “The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.” Imagine being there and hearing or reading these words as the ink dried on the page, when all was despair.

The English had strong words of their own to offer the citizens of New Jersey. On the day Fort Lee fell, General Howe offered pardon to all of the people of New Jersey who put down their arms and signed a document supporting the British. Thousands did so.

But Morristown never wavered, and Joseph Beach never put down his arms or signed a pledge to a King he presumably thought was no longer his. During December 1776 Joseph’s militia unit spent time in Staten Island, Amboy and New Brunswick. They engaged with the enemy in Springfield and Elizabeth Town, and near the home of Governor Livingston (vacant after the Governor was taken to safety) they captured 70-80 Waldeckers (Hessian troops serving the British cause) and marched them to Morristown. Captain Hathaway was injured, and Colonel Ford became mortally ill. These were the times that tried men’s souls.

But then Washington crossed the Delaware and hope was renewed. From Samuel Adams to his cousin John, 9 January 1777.  “My dear Sir, …. The Progress of the Enemy thro’ the Jerseys has chagrind me beyond Measure, but I think we shall reap the Advantage in the End. We have already beat a Part of their Army at Trenton, and the inclosd Paper will give you a further Account which we credit, though not yet authenticated. The late Behavior of the People of Jersey, was owing to some of their leading Men, who instead of directing and animating most shamefully deserted them. When they found a Leader in the brave Coll. Ford they followd him with Alacrity. They have been treated with savage Barbarity by the Hessians, but, I believe, more so by Britains. After they have been most inhumanly usd in their Persons without Regard to Sex or Age, and plunderd of all they had without the least Compensation, Lord Howe and his Brother (now Sir William Knt of the Bath) have condescended to offer them Protections for the free Enjoyment of their Effects.”

East New Jersey fell to the British, but never Morristown. As one of Howe’s men commented, the British were “boxed about in jersey, as if we had no feelings.”

 

Keziah’s War


The Revolution was also Keziah’s war. From January to May 1777 Washington and his troops wintered in Morristown. Soldiers were accommodated by every family within 10 or twelves miles of Morristown, a town that had a mere 50 houses at the time:

Every house throughout this entire region was filled to its utmost capacity with either officers or soldiers. Persons appointed by the Commander-in-chief passed through the towns and examined the houses; and, without much consultation with the owners, decided how many, and who, should be quartered in each. Often, without even going into the houses, those persons would ride up to the door and write “Colonel Ogden’s Head-quarters,’ ‘Major Eaton’s Head-quarters,’ ‘Twelve privates to be billeted here,’ ‘Six officers to be quartered here,’ &c., and, generally without much regard to the convenience or wishes of the occupants, the arrangements of these Commissioners were carried out.”

Smallpox broke out in Morristown and spread “with alarming rapidity” throughout the entire region. Washington ordered the first mass inoculations in American history. Rev Johnes helped turn the area's churches into hospitals. Soldiers had to be inoculated, but residents could choose. The Beaches chose well, since they do not appear in the small pox mortality records kept by Rev Johnes. His records, primarily pertaining to Presbyterian and Baptist church members, show that small pox took 29 deaths in 1774; 40 in 1775; 94 in 1776; and 205 in 1777. Rev Johnes entered all of their names in his book.

Having the soldiers around was not good for the community's health. It was not good for the community’s property either. On two separate occasions the Continental soldiers seized property from the Beach home – a horse, 100 chickens, a petticoat, vest, and worsted coat, a porringer and a mug, and a tablecloth and curtains. What the army needed, the army took.
 

Civil War


New Jersey’s revolution was not just with British soldiers. It was also a Civil War between Revolutionists and Loyalists. Joseph never gave up. He was in charge of the guards at the Morristown Jail when the Loyalist “spies” Iliff and Mee were hung. Later accounts of the trial say that “the officer in command of the guard” (that would be Joseph) allowed the wives of the condemned “into the jail to take a farewell of their husbands.” On the morning appointed for the execution of thirty-five Tory prisoners who were followers of Iliff and Mee, the officer in command (again Joseph) said to them:

“With two exceptions (Iliff and Mee), I offer you all a reprieve from the gallows if you will enlist in the American army for the remainder of the war. As fast as you say you will enlist you will be conducted under guard to the upper room of the jail, to remain there until your proper officer comes to enroll you and have you sworn.”

Joseph left me these words. He also left his signature. As a commander of men he received and distributed their pay, and each time he wrote his name it was in clear and strong script.

Joseph later served on juries and court martial panels, in cases involving forestalling, murder, and mutiny. He and his men went on raids and battles, and pension records find Joseph and his men at Paramus, Hackensack, Acquackanonk Bridge, Bottle Hill, Newark, Monmouth, Connecticut Farms, and Springfield, and he called his men out in January 1781 during the revolt of the Pennsylvania troops. For a good part of the war Joseph was in charge of the guards at the Morristown Jail. He must have seen Washington on a regular basis.

Where was Keziah? She and Joseph had six children, all boys, the first born in 1761, the last in 1768. She must have stayed near hearth and home. Perhaps she helped the Rev Johnes in his hospital work. She surely saw Washington often as well. Keziah lost two brothers to the war, and she herself died“of fever” 22 May 1778. Rev Johnes entered her name in his book of mortality. Their youngest child, Alexander, was then 11, and family lore says he also served in the Revolution. He certainly could have gone with his father on expeditions and such, but no official records of service are found for the boy who lost his mother at 11, was without his father for much of the war, and would later have a child named Robert Beach, who had a son George, who had a daughter Buena Vista, who had a son Judson, who had me.

The war raged on. Some time before January 1780, Joseph remarried. He married Keziah’s cousin, Eunice Johnson, who was born the year Joseph and Keziah married. Eunice would have been about 20 when she married Joseph. She was already a widow with a young daughter of her own. In November of 1780 Keziah’s brother Gershom sued Joseph Beach for “$5000 pounds lawful of debt.” There are no other records pertaining to the lawsuit, which could have been brought against either Joseph or his son Joseph, but surely these were also times that tried men’s souls.

Joseph remained in service to his cause until Cornwallis surrendered at Yorktown in October 1781. On 29 August 1782 the last of the soldiers left Morristown. The townspeople must have been jubilant. But the people, and the land, must have also been tired.

 

Moving On


After the war ended, Joseph filed a claim seeking redress for assets taken by the Continentals during the war. Although New Jersey encouraged these claims, none were paid. The country was in a fiscal crises at the close of the war, and Joseph received several certificates for “depreciation” of his pay. It appears that at the end of the war, Joseph was poor. His older (eldest) brother, who never fought but instead sold iron and other products to the Continentals, was rich. Joseph moved his family to upstate New York to start anew, and died there in 1800.
 

Building an ancestor’s life story


When I was a child I loved jigsaw puzzles. My ancestors are now my puzzles, and I build their lives the way I used to complete a jigsaw puzzle, fitting each puzzle piece together until a picture finally emerges. The above narrative, the story of Joseph and Keziah, is built from more than thirty references. Some of those are “place histories”, written to honor a place and time. Others are “family histories”, based on fact but often based on family honor and lore as well. Official service lists helped create the puzzle, as did fifteen pension applications, census data, and Rev Timothy Johnes' precious church records. The puzzle pieces were first strewn about on slips of paper and typed up notes. They became a sortable excel spreadsheet containing my notes, and a bibliography, and a Morris County place chart, all of which led to this story.

 

What my revolutionaries taught me (so far)


I wonder if patriotism just happens to people. Joseph and Keziah were clearly patriots. But they were also products of their time, who joined in a revolution and stuck with it. I imagine they did not set out to be patriots, but it developed over time. They were husband and wife trying to do what was right. Their neighbors were the same. Had they lived in a different part of the New Jersey -- known as the Cockpit and the Crossroads of the Revolution -- they might have taken a different path. New Jersey's governor at the War's outset was, after all, William Franklin, illegitimate son of Ben and a passionate Loyalist.


Joseph and Keziah also remind me that times can be tough in America. Their time was frightening and insecure. They fought the valiant fight for a new country, not knowing what the end would be. She died in the process. After the war Joseph gathered his family and moved them to upstate New York. Joseph died in 1800, long before pension applications led soldiers to recount their Revolutionary War experiences. But fifteen Revolutionary War soldiers who served under or with Captain Joseph Beach filed papers, including Joseph’s son Asa, who served under his father for part of the war. Asa’s pension application is one of several from New Jersey that led a historian to ponder whether the movement from New Jersey to New York after the war was a sign that many in New Jersey were not satisfied with the results of the Revolution. They felt after the war the status quo had returned to their lives, and chose to move to a new land. It’s an interesting premise at least.

My biggest lesson? Something I learn time and time again as I find my own personal American history. I have come to realize that times are often "tough” in America, but we have endured. And moved forward. That makes me proud to be an American. We owe it to those who fought -- and continue to fight -- for democracy to be proud of our country and do our best to keep it strong. We may not always agree about how to do that, but try to do it we must. Our forefathers, be they founding fathers or new immigrants, would expect no less from us.

Joseph and Keziah, this one’s for you.

 

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Bibles and Manuscripts

I grew up with an old family Bible. It sat forlornly on a shelf in the game closet of my parents’ basement, along with Parcheesi and Monopoly sets, homemade jigsaw puzzles, and playing cards. I had no interest in the Bible, which was big, heavy, stained, musty -- and published in 1834. When my parents downsized, the Bible found its way to my home in Milwaukee. It was carefully wrapped, placed in a red Sendik's grocery bag, and left on a bedroom shelf, still lonely but at least not relegated to the basement.

Then one day I wanted to join the Daughters of the American Revolution (DAR). Many years earlier, my father had told me we had a Revolutionary War soldier from New Jersey -- Captain Joseph Beach -- in our family tree, and urged me to join.
The DAR Library is one of the finest
genealogical libraries in the country, and
beautiful as well!
Off I went to the DAR library in Washington, D.C., hunting for Joseph and his progeny. I was focused, looking for links that proved my lineage. Births, deaths, marriages. Through my father I knew that Joseph Beach moved from New Jersey to New York after the war. He had a son Alexander, who had a son Robert, who had a son George (covered in an earlier post), whose daughter Buena Vista was my father's mother. I had no proof, however, and I was on the hunt. I needed that proof. It was all I cared about.

Lo and behold, in the Library I found the proof I needed! Among other treasures in the Library was "The Autobiography of Robert Beach." I filled in a card requesting the item, and waited. A librarian found the manuscript box and placed it on a table before me. I opened the file to find 13 pages of text dictated by Robert Beach during his last illness (1874). According to notes on the document, the dictated sheets had been transcribed by a distant relative and deposited in the Library more than three-quarters of a century ago.

A sample stack
of family research?
Skimming through Robert Beach’s manuscript, I found my links: important births, deaths, and marriages. I made a copy of the manuscript and brought it home, where it sat in a stack which grew with other items that “proved” my line of descent.

As I began to finalize my DAR application, with its long line of births, deaths, and marriages, I returned to the manuscript. I picked up a pen and underlined the proof I needed in red.

I can’t recall exactly what happened then. Did I happen to glance at the Sendik's bag while reading my application in bed? Did my father’s (or Robert’s) spirit whisper to me from the past? Or was the time simply right for me to return to the musty old Bible that had shared a home with me, unread, for much of my life.

Yes, you guessed it. The Bible was Robert’s. His and his wife Rhoda’s. Like the manuscript, it contained pages reciting births and deaths. Although the pages were torn and a bit of a mess, I could still discern the words Robert and Rhoda used to record the most important events in their lives.
 
The Beaches owned a H. & E. Phinney
Cooperstown (NY) Bible (1834) 
I touched the ink that had flowed onto the pages more than 150 years ago. I reread Robert’s manuscript. A door to his world opened. That world was wider than I could have imagined.
 
Armed with the two precious documents, I reviewed census records and local histories. I made a Google Map, and built my own picture of Robert and Rhoda's life. I came to realize that the Beach family had lived through a period of incredible social change, for western New York was a hot bed of activity in the 19th century. 

During Robert's lifetime, the Erie Canal was built. There were revival meetings and utopian social experiments. The temperancewomen’s rights, and abolition movements took hold in the region. The Underground Railroad ran through the area, and the Mormon Church was founded there. Clara Barton lived near the Beaches, and there were "water cures" available to those who wanted to improve their health.  Frederick Douglass, Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, and Horace Greely all gave lectures in the town the Beaches called home. There is no record that the Beaches attended the lectures, but Robert helped create the Rogersville Seminary, a school of higher education in the area, and it seems likely the family took advantage of at least some of the area's cultural activities. In sum, the Beach family lived in a time and place where religious fervor and cultural change swept through so fast and furious it became known as the “Burned-Over District.” A fascinating narrative from John Martin helped me understand the importance of this time and place in American history, as did a book by Whitney Cross.

Robert left his descendants a precious gift when he created the manuscript. Others cared for that gift, and placed it in a very special library, where it would live on.

I was born June 25th, 1804, in Milton, Saratoga County, N.Y., where I lived until of age. During my boyhood, my father was very strict with me, more so than I thought was right….”
 

Use this link to read
the entire manuscript
From an early age Robert wanted to strike out on his own. He held various positions – farm hand, ferry man, manager, and trader of goods. He had spells of ague – what we call malarial fever – but he didn’t stray far from home until 1829, when he set out to visit his older brothers in the western part of New York State.

First he visited brother Joseph in Pompey. “Soon after my arrival the roads became so badly drifted that I was obliged to stay with Joseph over two weeks which time however I made pass very pleasantly. Joseph had a pair of very fine horses standing in his barn which I used every morning and evening in driving the young ladies of the vicinity to and from a Seminary which was located there, so that with the sleigh-rides, visits, etc., the whole time passed very pleasantly indeed.”

Robert went next to Weedsport, to visit his brother William and his wife Sally (Remington). There he met Rhoda Douglass, Sally's maternal niece, whom he would later marry. He continued west until he reached South Dansville, New York, walking the last eleven miles on foot. There he found his brothers John and Aaron. He had not seen them in six years, and it was a happy reunion. He was so taken with the place and his brothers that he decided to stay. Money changed hands, and he was now in business with one of his brothers. He went home to break the news to his parents.
 
“Early in March I concluded my visit and started for my Father’s, taking the stage and making no stop until I reached home. After I had left my brothers and began to think over what I had done I was sorry that I had made the purchase.... [My] father and mother had calculated upon my coming home and taking father’s farm, and living with and taking care of them, and I knew they would be very much disappointed. When I arrived at home and told my parents of my purchase they felt so badly at the thought of losing me that I would gladly have sacrificed [the money I had spent], to free myself from my obligations if it had been possible. However, my interests had been cast....

Hartman's Tavern, built c 1845,
the oldest extant structure in Dansville
“The day that I left home I think was the sorriest day of my life. It was made such by the great disappointment of my father and mother at having me leave home instead of remaining to live with them. I engaged to keep my countenance until I got well past the farm, after which my feelings got the better of me and the tears were in my eyes a good part of the day.”

Thus Robert Beach became a tavern owner in what became known as Beachville, a hamlet in Dansville, not far from the Finger Lakes. He saw Rhoda Douglass on occasion, and in February 1832 he returned to Weedsport to ask her if she would be his wife. They married within a week, in William and Sally's home. Rhoda gathered her belongings, and they left for Robert's - and now Rhoda's  - home in Dansville.  

Dansville farm land
And so began Robert and Rhoda's life together. Robert liked the fact that Rhoda was “more than usually devoted to the cause of religion," and he had long before made up his mind that if he ever married he would "much prefer a pious girl." Rhoda was a Methodist Episcopal before they met. After marriage, Robert too "experienced religion," and they joined the Baptist Church, becoming part of the fabric of church life in Steuben County, NY. Robert learned "the evils of intemperance" and gave up the tavern for farm life.

Robert and Rhoda Beach had nine children. The first child, a daughter, lived only seven months: “This early death of our first born filled our home and our hearts with sorrow and grief for a long time.” More children followed, including my great-grandfather George Remington in 1838: “Although his health was very poor during a part of his boyhood, he grew up and is now a strong, healthy man.” In 1841, another baby was lost.

Deaths of three daughters
recorded in the family Bible
And then, the hardest entry to read: “In the year 1857, a very terrible accident occurred in my family causing the death of my daughter, Victoria. My two youngest daughters Victoria and Julia went one evening to their room to retire, taking with them a candle. Instead of going directly to bed, they sat down to read awhile in a Sunday School book and both fell asleep when their clothing was soon set on fire by the candle. Julia’s clothing was nearly destroyed but she herself was but very little injured. Victoria, however, was so terribly burned that she lived only four days, during which time she suffered the greatest agony. In extinguishing the flames, my own hands were so badly burned that I was unable to use them for several months.”

But life did go on, and Robert Beach described events, marriages, accidents, business transactions, and deaths, including his wife's. Rhoda died in 1867, while she and Robert were on a pleasure trip west to visit friends and family. They visited Ohio, Michigan, Wisconsin, Illinois and Missouri. They then boarded a steamboat in Chicago, heading to Michigan. While crossing Lake Michigan Rhoda fell ill and died.

Robert's own death followed soon after the manuscript was dictated in 1874, and today the headstones of Robert and Rhoda (Douglass) Beach sit side by side in a Dansville cemetery.

I have yet to visit this part of New York, but hope to soon. When I get there, I will trace Robert's journeys, as well as Rhoda's. I'll walk the Old Erie Canal Trail at Weedsport. Visit the Old Brutus Historical Society. Find the intersection where Robert had a tavern in Beachville. I know there is much more to learn about the Beaches of western New York. And, as I said in an earlier post, sometimes you just have to go there.


But for now, I shall simply be grateful to Robert and Rhoda, who made me possible. And to Robert, who left a paper trail, as well as the photo below. And finally, to those who understood the importance of family documents, and guaranteed their survival. This post is for all of you.

I know of no extant photo of Rhoda Douglass Beach, but I
do possess this photo of Robert and his brothers:
standing (l-r): Aaron, Robert, Hiram
sitting (l-r): Sidney, John, William
 

Post script: Is there a Bible or manuscript somewhere waiting for you? The public can search for Bible transcriptions in the DAR Library's collection. You can also search online for Manuscripts in the Library’s online catalog, using DAR tips. You can check with local libraries and historical societies in the area where your ancestors lived.