Buffalo and Deer and Snakes Oh My!

Growing up we had a lot of strange animals (no snakes actually, though we found quite a few)….   My dad would hear about something and run and get some animals. During grade school dad heard Bambi and Iabout a person with a collection of animals and decided he wanted one. We all loaded up and ran in to get what we could AND came home with a deer….  Pictured to the left is Bambi.  He was friendly and as long as he didn’t have antlers on, we could interact inside the fence.

My dad would try all sorts of things though.  At one point we had a crow that my dad found that would ride around on Bambi’s antler’s.  It had an injured wing, so the crow was perfectly content to ride around.  After a while my dad got more deer and we had a whole menagerie.

These were Fallow Deer, indigenous to Germany, and I’d swear my dad’s goal was to use them as lures to get deer to come closer while deer hunting.  We would have the local game warden visit each year to make sure ours in captivity were legal and not white tail (local deer).  Deer can jump amazingly high, so my father had high fences for them made out of old grain bins.  The only escape I remember took 6 men to get the deer back in the pen, and I remember the deer standing with all 6 on it’s back.

While picking up Bambi we also got to see an old monkey named SOB (mean! and abused) and some honey bears.  I wanted them SO bad at the time. My father tried later to trade for the honey bears but couldn’t make a deal.   I remember the visit by the guy with the bears (they are little bears), and the bears got loose in his truck and locked him out while he was dropping off deer at the time.

SOB ended up taken from his owner and became a test subject for the University of Illinois.  Even with all the odd animals we had and the quirky behavior my dad would never have abused an animal.  Even a dog we had (Peanut, and yes the matching dog was Butter) that bit my dad while he was trying to help with an infected ear, ended up going to a family with no kids.  The dog really had been ‘provoked’, so it wasn’t the dogs fault – and my dad knew it!

Later my dad and a friend tried Beefalo and decided it was GOOD! So they ran out and got two buffalo.  We got the girl who my brother and I named Buffy.  She was added to the herd at our house. Pictured below is my mother with the buffalo feeding chickens from the look of it.

scan0136It’s funny, at the time, although we all had a healthy respect for the animals and knew what each could do and when… we were in and out of the cages to feed them all the time. I’m sure I didn’t think twice about standing there to take this picture and I’m sure my mother fed the chickens, gathered eggs, and fed buffy and the deer like this a million times.

Buffy escaped once in my memory.  An owl got into the chicken coop and couldn’t get out.  As it flapped trying to get out through the top whole (an old grain bin top that had been cut off) – Buffy got scared and exited through the fence.  I’m sure that was a site for all the cars coming up the road.  Note: My parents do live on a dead end road and knew everyone around, but still a buffalo in the road on your way home ha
s to be a surprise.

IMG_9400Now as my dad’s memory goes, talking about animals is a way to connect.  Seeing deer, a snake, or the fact that my son decided to make a pet out of a frog he found at their house is a great talking point with my dad.  These deer were in my parents field! I do wish I had a way to show my dad pictures, I’m thinking I should move them onto my iPad to show him an image that he can see better – maybe put together a slide show of the things that he would find interested.  Konnor’s new frog, Konnor’s toad, the deer by the house, even his dogs (did I mention we had 32 dogs at one time growing up!)

We did have a few other unusual animals for short stints, but they always moved on quickly.  Everything from a ferret that tried to use a litter box in the kitchen to a a swimming pool filled with fish.  My father ended up with a pond filled with catfish that were trained to come to the sound of his footsteps so that he could feed them dog food!

Family Farms and Dementia

It doesn’t really matter what causes dementia, the problem is that it isn’t covered by health insurance! Most people don’t realize how expensive it is either.  A nursing home can cost between $5000 and $7000 or more per month for dementia care.  All out of pocket unless you qualify for Medicaid (have less than $1500 to your name).  For a farm family this literally means losing the family farm to pay for care.

Farmers that do plan ahead get Long Term Care insurance ahead of time.  (We are dealing with filing for benefits now.)  It’s paperwork, run around, and lots of work to get the benefits when they are finally needed – and that’s after they push the ‘grace period’ as long as they can.

Long Term Care insurance policies are also only good for a set amount of time – so the issue also becomes at what time do you enter the nursing home to use all the benefits without going over.  Basically what is the family members life expectancy, if you miscalculate you can still ‘lose the farm’.

We have in our own situation looked at other things, but the biggest issue is that we are stumbling around blind.  Whether you get an advocate, get a lawyer, or just get friends that have been through it, every situation is different.

For example, my father was in the reserves, but was told that he was serving active duty for 6 months near the end of his enlistment during the Vietnam war.  We are filing for benefits, but now we are being told it may not count because it was classified as ‘training’! Assets become an issue also and income definitely does. From the sound of it my mother would need to be destitute and live on nothing for my dad to get benefits? If he had qualified…

Anyone with suggestions on ways to pay for dementia care when a family members becomes unmanageable at home?

 

Lindsey Corbley – Edward Corbley’s Brother

I am including the Lindsey Corbley exert here from “A Standard History of Champaign County Illinois”.  I find it very interesting that Edward isn’t mentioned here, yet there is land in Vermilion County (Edward owned land with his brother) and Cannon is mentioned – Edward’s land sold when it was foreclosed on to Cannon.  I still keep thinking there is so much to the story!

Source: Full text of “A Standard history of Champaign County Illinois : an authentic narrative of the past, with particular attention to the modern era in the commercial, industrial, civic and social development : a chronicle of the people, with family lineage and memoirs

 

 

  1. R. STEWART

 

Supervising Editor

 

Assisted by a Board of Advisory Editors

 

LINDSEY CORBLY. The activities of Lindsey Corbly go far back into the pioneer history of Champaign County. He was here over sixty years ago and he endured the ordeals of life on the frontier. The years have visited his efforts with abundant prosperity. Material possessions have been only part of the riches of his experience. He has lived a life of honor, peace and industry, and now in his declining years, in his home at Paxton, he enjoys the esteem of both old and young.

Mr. Corbly was born at Garrard’s Fort in Greene County, Pennsylvania, the third son of William and Rebecca (Stephens) Corbly, also natives of  Pennsylvania. The records of the Corbly family go far back into pioneer days of the Pennsylvania colony. His grandfather, Rev. John Corbly, was a pioneer Baptist minister along the frontier line of western Pennsylvania. He was a native of England, but had come to America before the Revolution and first settled in western Virginia and afterwards in Greene County, Pennsylvania. He was instrumental in building the first church at Garrard’s Fort. This was a log building and other edifices followed it, while in 1909 the congregation erected their fourth church home, a brick edifice dedicated that year and named the John Corbly Memorial Church. The name was fittingly bestowed to honor one of the most devoted churchmen of the West. The proposition had been long discussed as to some appropriate memorial to this good and worthy man, and it was finally decided to erect a church which would stand for years and recall his good deeds and unselfish labors.

 

Rev. John Corbly was three times married. His first wife was a cousin of President Tvler. The fate of his second wife will be mentioned presently. His third wife was a daughter of Colonel Andrew Lynn, who served with that rank in the Revolutionary War. It was his daughter Nancy Ann who married Rev. John Corbly, and she was the grandmother of Mr. Lindsey Corbly of Champaign County. Mr. Corbly in his home at Paxton has a book, entitled “Chronicles of Border Warfare,” published at Clarksburg, Virginia, in 1831. The pages of that work contain the record of a tragic incident in which Rev. John Corbly figured. It occurred on Muddy Creek, Pennsylvania, May 10, 1781. He and his wife and five children were on the way to church, the wife and children preceding, when a band of savages sprang up from the roadside and fell upon Mrs. Corbly and the children. The infant in the mother’s arms was the first victim. The mother was then struck several severe blows, and not falling, was shot through the body by a savage who had chased her husband. A little son six years old and two girls, two and four years of age, were also victims of the savage onslaught. The oldest daughter concealed herself in a fallen log and witnessed all that transpired. She came out before the Indians had retired, and was caught and slain. The only survivors of the massacre were the father and the two younger daughters, who by careful nursing were restored. Both of them grew up, though one died later as a result of the horrible treatment she had received. The other lived, married and reared a large family.

 

From this and other facts it is clear that the Corblys took a prominent part in the early days of western Pennsylvania. During the Centennial year a paper was published devoted to the prominent pioneer families of Pennsylvania and the Corblys were mentioned in the record.  Mr. Lindsey Corbly’s parents spent their lives in Pennsylvania and his father died in 1875 and his mother in 1855. Mr. Corbly acquired his education chiefly in the school of experience, and since the age of sixteen has made his own way in the world. For a time he worked for an uncle who had extensive interests as a live stock man in Ohio. While there he was paid wages of $7 a month. He soon became known as the “boss cattle driver” for his uncle. In those days live stock was never sent by railroad, but always driven overland. One of Mr. Corbly’s early experiences was taking a large herd of stock from Missouri to Philadelphia. Much of the country in the Middle West was then wild and infested with lawless people, and he not only experienced many difficulties in getting his stock safely over the natural difficulties of the road but also had to watch closely against highwaymen who sought his money and life.

Mr. Corbly came to Illinois in 1853. locating in Champaign County, but two years later going to Vermilion County as a farmer. In 1863 he located in Kerr Township of Champaign County and gradually built up a large enterprise as a farmer and stockman. At one time he owned over 1,700 acres of land and his business as a land holder and stockman made his name familiar all over central Illinois.

Mr. Corbly has always manifested a public spirited interest in local affairs. In Kerr Township he served twenty years as township trustee, and was one of the members of the first election board at Gibson City and also a member of the first grand jury of Ford County. He was on the first board of commissioners who divided Ford Countv into townships and was a member of the board of supervisors when the University of Illinois located at Champaign. Politically he began voting as a Whig and became an original Republican at the formation of that party over sixty years ago. He has always been staunchly aligned with this party and has been convinced that the best and most enduring principles of real democracy are expressed through the Republican party. Mr. Corbly has had many notable friendships with leading statesmen and many prominent Republicans, including Joe Cannon, have visited his home. He has always been a great admirer of Lincoln and has had personal acquaintance with Generals Sherman, Sheridan and Halleck. The spicy sayings of Lincoln have been treasured by him and have no doubt had their influence upon his life. One of these maxims which he has often quoted is “never trade horses while crossing the river.”

On moving to Kerr Township Mr. Corbly selected land which would be especially available for his stock interests. There he reared his family, built fine farm buildings, planted shade trees, and many improvements in that section stand as a monument to his labors and early enterprise.

 

Since December, 1875, Mr. Corbly has been an active member of the Methodist Episcopal Church. He entered church work through the influence of J. D. Bodkin, now secretary of the State of Kansas, and Eev. James Goodspeed.

On February 24, 1856, Mr. Corbly married for his first wife Sarah Wood. She was born and reared in Vermilion County, Illinois, a daughter of Henry and Nancy Wood. Six children were born to this union, three of whom died in infancy. Those living are Henry L., William Sherman and James L. Henry L. Corbly married Julia B. Webber. He is now a retired farmer living at Paxton and his children are Mrs. Fay Flagg, Lindsey R. and Gladys. Lindsey Ross Corbly lives in Haywood Township and married Fay Goodwin of Ford County. Gladys Corbly is a sophomore in the Woman’s College of Jacksonville, Illinois.

 

William Sherman Corbly married Mary A. Yule of Saybrook, McLean County, Illinois, and they reside at Paxton. Their children are : George Y. and Lynn S. George Y. is a farmer in Button Township of Ford County and by his marriage to Jessie Jenkinson has a daughter, Virginia. Lynn S. Corbly is a graduate of the University of Illinois, a successful practicing attorney in Champaign County, and married Marguerite Clark of Paxton.  James L. Corbly married Ellen Sheehan of Ludlow. Their children are Frank, Ralph, “Jimmie Lee,” Owen, Ray, Elmer, Marguerite and Pauline (twins), and Irene. Of these Frank married Belle Jackson and they reside on a farm adjoining his father. Owen Corbly married Vesta Wampler and is also a farmer living near his father.

 

The mother of these children and first wife of Mr. Corbly entered into rest January 17, 1866, after ten years of married life. She was a good woman, a kind neighbor and a loving wife and mother. For his second wife Mr. Corbly married Mary A. Scholl. She was born near Saegerstown, Pennsylvania, daughter of Dr. Peter Scholl and Elizabeth (Woodring) Scholl of Crawford County, Pennsylvania. By Mr. Corbly’s second marriage the children are Fred M., Laura F. and Evelyn. Evelyn is the wife of P. A. Kemp of Los Angeles, California, who is a state officer of the Court of Honor. They have one son, Lynn, twelve years old. The mother of these children passed away March 10, 1907. On June 24, 1909, Mr. Corbly married Mrs. Emily Wait. She was born and reared in Vermilion County, daughter of Samuel and Elizabeth Copeland, natives of Ohio.

 

The daughter Laura F. married Oscar H. Wylie, a prominent Ford County lawyer, at Paxton, Illinois, who has filled numerous important public offices and for eight years was prosecuting attorney of Ford County, proving to be a fearless, honest public official. For four years he was Circuit Court clerk and recorder, at the time being one of the youngest officials in the state. Mr. and Mrs. Wylie have the following children: Mac, Howard, Evelyn, Emily and Francis. Mac, Howard and . Evelvn are all graduates of the Paxton High School, and Mac is a student in flip law department of the Northwestern University and also spent three years in DePauw University, in which latter institution Howard is, a student, and in the fall of 1917 Miss Evelyn proposes to enter. The two younger daughters attend the grade schools.

 

Ever since Mr. Corbly’s eightieth birthday it has been made an occasion of great family interest, one feature being the presentation of an immense bouquet of roses and chrysanthemums, his favorite flower, a blossom for every year, and another being the reading of a birthday poem composed by Mrs. Wylie. On the occasion of his eighty-fourth birthday, this tribute was so beautifully expressed and tenderly conceived that it deserves the prominence of an insertion in this history. In the midst of the loving family circle and with other friends present, Mr. Corbly listened to the following :

 

“Dear old father, with your beaming face,

Your kindly heart and whole-souled grace,

Your sterling worth as pioneer

Facing hardships without fear,

Always honest and square with the world,

Your banner for good ever unfurled,

That’s a record worth while, I say,

For this, your eighty-fourth birthday.

 

“Also, dear father, sweet is to me

The memory of thy charity;

Thy childlike faith in God and man,

Surprised at evil where thou didst find;

Hating deceit with all thy heart

Because for you was the honest part,

That’s a record worth while, I say,

For this, your eighty-fourth birthday.

 

“Again, dear father, I’ll say to thee,

That when you face eternity,

I would thy mantle of Christian love

Of charity like that above,

Should descend on those you love the best,

That our lives with good deeds may be blest,

And that our children may also say

Our records were good on each birthday.”

 

The record of Mr. Corbly has been such that no history of Champaign

County would be complete without its incorporation. He has stood for

the sound and worthy things of life in every relationship. On every side

may be found witnesses to his unimpeachable integrity and financial

responsibility. Some years ago after a fire in Paxton a few scattered

leaves from the reports of the Dun and Bradstreet Mercantile Credit

Agency were picked up. These gave commercial ratings of different citizens with credit attached of so many thousands of dollars to each one,

and when the name of Mr. Corbly was mentioned the rating was fixed in

the following significant language: “Good for anything he asks for.”

That his word has always been as good as his bond is not only expressive

of his business integrity but to all those other qualities which are sum and

substance of human character.

 

Mr. and Mrs. Corbly now occupy a pleasant and comfortable home on West State Street in Paxton. There they enjoy the confidence and esteem of a host of friends, and in the setting sun of his life Mr. Corbly has his good wife by his side, also has the solace of his children and the memory of a just and worthy career. It is an unusual retrospect which he enjoys.

He has seen a great and magnificent country develop before his eyes and with a most creditable share in its making on his own part. He has prospered, and at the same time has solved the intricate problems of experience, has reared and educated his children and has given them his own example as a guide to true and loyal citizenship.

 

Dementia? Brain Damage? What’s the Difference?

My father is growing old.  We’ve said he has dementia, but the true story is a little tougher to deal with…

At 16 my dad wrecked a motorcycle.  I’m pretty sure he didn’t have a helmet on, not even sure helmets existed yet – and I’m sure they weren’t common.  The story I’ve heard is that my Uncle Tom saw him wreck and ran to get the car.  He then drove him to the hospital, where it was expected my dad would not survive.  Dad had brain swelling (this was the 50s!)  and I’m sure the drs said there wasn’t anything they could do for him.  Amazingly my father survived though.  He was in such bad shape that my grandfather, being a widower farmer couldn’t take care of him, so my dad was sent to live with my Aunt Dorothy.  (She’s fairly colorful, so there are lots of stories there too)  I should mention the year I was born my father wrecked a convertible Corvette – TOTALED.  He was with my cousins Joellyn and Judy and they only survived by being thrown from the car.  It rolled over…. Luckily no head trauma then though.

My dad went on with headaches and more, growing up to be a farmer himself (and having me and my brother).  Not fond of medical care, my dad didn’t see a doctor for years.  I do remember a kidney stone when I was in grade school where my mother had to take him to the ER, but other than that, NADA.  Then finally a few years back my father has a seizure and they find his blood pressure is sky high. Not only that, but his blood pressure has been sky high for quite a while.  (High blood pressure can cause capillaries in the brain to burst) My father’s blood pressure had went on so long it had caused damage!

My dad is convinced that people die in hospitals, which leads him to try to escape every time he’s in one….  This has led to him removing his own IV and being found in other people’s rooms a few times and the inevitable calls asking everyone to come and take him home….  BUT at that time the drs thought they had gotten it under control.

Skip forward a few years and my dad has a stroke (they run in our family).  The doctors had a really hard time with the stroke due to the mass of brain damage (see the motorcycle wreck mentioned above), but finally they decided it was a stroke.  Since then he has had a couple as well as his heart valve replaced (because it was leaky?).

So when we look at my dad and know he can’t remember, or is having a bad day – how do you decide.. Does he have dementia or brain damage?  My thought is that dementia steadily gets worse where as brain damage (if the underlying conditions are treated) will  not get worse unless there is more damage to the tissue.

Even knowing all this, really knowing the cause in this case is just knowledge.  Does it help with his treatment?  Would it change anything?

I think my answer is yes it does change a little, I have his genes.  I need to decide whether I check off Alzheimer and dementia in my close family history.  No one else in my direct line had dementia, so does my dad or is it brain damage?  Is it my future?

I thin on my family tree medical conditions is something I need to start adding.  I think I should add not just COD (Cause of Death) but also major chronic illnesses.  My father also has Padget’s disease. I know that is hereditary!  It’s something I need to watch out for just in case I received those genes.

Do you track medical conditions in your family tree?

Ancestry is changing (Good or Bad?)

I’ve been trying the new ancestry. I do like parts of the new site. So far I’ve mostly played with hints and the facts view.  The new site includes and updated LifeStory view, the Facts view (with lines linking facts to sources), and a media gallery.  If you want to sign up to be added to the waitlist, sign up at:

http://home.ancestry.com/beta.

Ancestry recently posted on their blog the list of features they are working on.  One thing that is super annoying to me is the extra step on hints.  After choosing to review a hint, I receive a preview of the information and am asked if this looks like my relative, (yes, no, or maybe)…  after answering yes I get to go on to the screen to match up the details to my tree.  Previously it was assumed if you chose review you thought it was a match…. so why the extra step?

I can’t wait to see where Ancestry goes with this though….

 

Scheduled to be available in the next couple of weeks:

  • Web Links: quick links to web pages
  • Media Gallery features:
    • Save: Save photos to your family trees from the new media viewer
    • Edit:  change the description and details on a photo or story
    • Create/upload story: create and upload a new story in the media Gallery
    • Audio/video file support: view and listen to audio and video files

Planned to be available in about a month:

  • Profile picture cropping: edit/crop a profile photo to fit in the circular photo space
  • Quick Edit: edit an ancestor’s vital information directly from the tree viewer
  • Media Gallery sorting/filtering: sort and filter by media type, chronological order
  • FamilySearch integration: LDS Account holders can share information between their Ancestry tree and their Family Tree on FamilySearch

Exact Functionality/Timing still TBD:

  • Member Connect features:  Find other members researching a similar ancestor and save info from their family trees

Lower-priority features/not currently being addressed: These features have very low usage. We will evaluate these once we have taken care of the more important needs and features represented above.

  • Family Group Sheet: a family view of the tree data
  • Military Pages: tribute pages for ancestors who served in the military

– See more at: http://blogs.ancestry.com/ancestry/2015/06/05/new-ancestry-feature-update/#sthash.FrP27dn6.dpuf

Separation of Church and State

In October/November of 1777  my ancestor Rev. John Corbley joined the House of Delegates for Virginia.

THE DISQUALIFICATION OF MINISTERS IN STATE 
CONSTITUTIONS 

By E. G. Swem 

As a step toward the separation of the church and state in 
Virginia, the convention which met in Richmond, on July 17, 
1775, adopted, in the "Ordinance for regulating the election of 
delegates," a clause disqualifying all clergymen of the Church 
of England, and all dissenting ministers or teachers from election 
as delegates, or sitting and voting in convention. 1 In the con- 
vention of May, 1776, which adopted a permanent constitution, 
the substance of this clause was embodied in the constitution. 
All those holding lucrative offices, and all ministers of the gospel 
of every denomination were declared incapable of being elected 
members of either house of assembly, or the privy council. 2 Un- 
fortunately, we have no report of the debates on this or any other 
subject in the convention, except as briefly mentioned in the 
journal. It will be observed that this disqualification applied not 
only to clergymen of the Church of England, but to members of 
every denomination. It is not fair to assume that this was in- 
serted from fear of the ministers of the established church only. 
There was as much danger from religious interference in the new 
government by over-zealous Baptist and Presbyterian ministers, 
who might get in the assembly, as from the others. The clause, 
because of its including ministers of all churches, must have re- 
ceived the support of all factions in the convention. 

*9 Hening, 57. 

2 9 Hening 117, Aritcle XIII. 


My ancestor was the first to be disqualified from the House of Delegates with this law….

The first minister to whom the disqualifying clause was ap-
plied, after 1776, was John Corbley, of Monongalia, who was re-
turned to serve in the House of Delegates, when it met in October,
1777. On being objected to, on the ground that he was a minister,
he was heard in his place upon the matter, and confessed himself
to be a minister of the gospel, but alleged that he received no
stipend or gratuity for performing that function. The fact of
receiving no stipend had no effect upon the house, for it was
resolved that he could not serve.

 

Though I believe in separation of church and state, I personally believe that separation is best to prevent undue pressure on any person by any group.  Every person has a right to their own beliefs. Laws in the government are meant to be based on a vote of the majority that follows the norms of society.  In our society currently a subset of the population is chosen to vote on the laws to govern.  I find it interesting that when first set up the government of VA excluded ministers. (I did find that in 1798 the constitution of Georgia was rewritten to give rights to religious persons – http://www.wallbuilders.com/LIBissuesArticles.asp?id=77)

I haven’t researched it yet, but I am curious whether any state still discourages ministers from holding office?

Edward Corbley: Where did he go?

Edward Corbley:Birth April 19,1832 Death 20 Oct 1891 in Oakwood, IL  (Parents William Corbley and Rebecca Stephens).  Spouse Mary Ann Littler (February 7, 1860)

My aunt has decided to join the DAR and so this spurred a quest to find all the records for my paternal grandmother’s side of the family. We had already recorded the Corbley bible, but the last three generations needed more documentation. All was going fairly well until my great great grandfather Edward Corbley. Family stories differ on why he vanished and there aren’t a lot of records on him, but they all revolve around livestock that got ill and him losing everything. One story Aunt Ethel told was that Edward Corbley was driving cattle up from Texas when they became ill (she said hoof and mouth disease) and he had to hide from the government… then losing the land and everything to the federal government.

The Corbley Farm was a big farm that included the land across from the high school all the way to the land that included Muncie (there is a street in Muncie named after the Corbleys). One article shows that the Congressman J.G. Cannon purchased the farm in both Champaign and Vermilion counties for $30,000.  I’m not sure what the mention of Pearsons and Taft of Chicago means?
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From that I can piece together though Edward Corbley went on after the livestock ‘fiasco’ to live in Kansas city, Missouri.  He lived there approximately 8 years before visiting his daughter in Illinois and passing away in her home.   The article tells that he sold his property and went west when reverence overtook him.

0126e205a8ac6220535380dad48d85e38789204239Mary Ann Littler (his wife) is rumored to be buried in Stearns Cemetery in Muncie Illinois with her family, so the thought is that he might be buried in the same cemetery.  There isn’t a record of his burial that I can find so far, and the only undocumented tombstones are so worn that they can no longer be identified.

Somewhere the name switched from Corbley to Corbly also.  Edward Corbly had a brother Lindsey that was in the new constantly (a lawyer)  – so it makes it surprising to me that Edward fell off the books.  I did find one mention that Edward and another man were responsible for surveying and laying out the town of Muncie but in a book with the history of Vermilion County, Edward is dropped completely from the history.  I’m not completely sure I’m ready to quit searching for the history of what happened to Edward.  Most stories though may be lost to time.

From what I’ve found about the livestock disease at that time, Texas cattle were immune to the illness and any land that they inhabited became infected.  New cattle brought in to graze on that land then became ill and died off.  Several states closed off cattle drive routes and would not allow those cattle to be driven through their states.  Shortly after the time I was looking at Illinois closed it’s borders to new Texas cattle.  BUT not knowing what was causing the illness, the farmer bringing in the cattle was vilified by neighboring ranchers for killing off huge herds of cattle.  My ancestors seems to have been caught up in the bad luck of bringing in the wrong type of cattle at the wrong time.

The history of Texas Cattle Drives is available here, but includes:

TEXAS FEVER. Readers of the Veterinarian, an English journal, were informed in June 1868 that a “very subtle and terribly fatal disease” had broken out among cattle in Illinois. The disease killed quickly and was reported to be “fatal in every instance.” The disease was very nearly as fatal as the Veterinarian claimed. Midwestern farmers soon realized that it was associated with longhorn cattle driven north by South Texas ranchers. The Texas cattle appeared healthy, but midwestern cattle, including Panhandle animals, allowed to mix with them or to use a pasture recently vacated by the longhorns, became ill and very often died. Farmers called the disease Texas fever or Texas cattle fever because of its connection with Texas cattle. Other names included Spanish fever and splenic or splenetic fever, from its characteristic lesions of the spleen. The disease is also known as hemoglobinuric fever and red-water fever, and formerly as dry murrain and bloody murrain. To protect their cattle, states along the cattle trails passed quarantine laws routing cattle away from settled areas or restricting the passage of herds to the winter months, when there was less danger from Texas fever. In 1885 Kansas entirely outlawed the driving of Texas cattle across its borders. Kansas, with its central location and rail links with other, more northern markets, was crucial to the Texas cattle-trailing business. The closing of Kansas, together with restrictive legislation passed by many other states, was an important factor in ending the Texas cattle-trailing industry that had flourished for twenty years. (See also, e.g., SHAWNEE TRAIL.)

I almost wonder if in the mention of Texas Fever in Illinois, if the story might be referring to what occurred with Edward Corbly.  Corbly moved to Missouri in 1883, leading me to believe that the epidemic with his cattle occurred shortly before that in the 1880 to 1883 time frame – though it could have been as early as the 1870s.

MUNCIE was platted and recorded in 1875, and evidently named by the surveyors, Alexander Bowman and Edward Corbley.

One story is that part of Muncie was handed over to make restitution for the loss of livestock.

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Memorial Day Weekend

To me this is a weekend to reflect back on the family we have lost (Especially

close family).  My mother goes around to each of the graves and puts flowers on the graves… which is comforting to her – knowing that there is one day out of the year that the graves are decorated.  For me this is more a long holiday where at some point I reflect on the family I have lost.   My close family are in my memories every day, so it’s hard to say that one day is any more special than others.

Memories of my grandmother come to me when I sew, when something special happens in the boys lives (especially Kristopher), even certain foods I make.  I miss her all the time!  Big things like the fact that she never met Konnor or little things like that she will never make him a sock monkey….  this next weekend and that she will miss Kris’ graduation.

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A barbie wedding outfit my grandmother made that I have displayed in a shadow box.

My grandmother was wonderful at sewing, I really wish I had taken the time to listen when she had tried to teach me…. and let on more that I was listening.  She explained grainline, I don’t know how many times.  I’ve since looked it up to refresh my memory, but I remember her trying to explain it – and my ‘Why does it matter?’  As for the sock monkeys, I’ll never forget her story of taking them to my cousins in Texas and her luggage getting lost.  – “Is there anything unique in your luggage that will help identify it?”  – “Yes, There are three monkeys in my suitcase”.

She survived two husbands and all her brothers and sisters, and was still in her right mind when we lost her.  Just one day she was here, and the next she wasn’t.  She did everything from own a bar to teach kindergarten and was the only one of her siblings to go to high school.  Yes, I think she was pretty amazing.  My grandfather drown when my mother was about 3 and my grandmother had left her job as a teacher to marry him.  So she was forced to move back home with my great grandmother.

My mother tells the story of my grandmother meeting my second grandfather.  He saw her waiting bar at the bar she had bought…. and he told my Uncle Ervin he was going to marry her.  She told him ‘Like Hell you Will!”.  She said she was married to one drunk and she wasn’t going to do it again.  My grandfather Wakeland then cleaned up his act and she married him.  (By cleaned up I mean not around her, there was a story about my grandmother trying to bean him with a marble ashtray when he came home drunk once).  I also remember something about a footrace but that story I don’t remember clearly.

I would say that I miss my grandmother the most each day, but on days when I reflect back I miss my close aunts and uncles too.  Most of my other grandparents were gone before I was born other than my grandfather Richter and he died when I was younger making my memories of him much slimmer.

 

Down on the Farm

Last weekend we took a trip home.  It was a wonderful trip down memory lane….  We went mushroom hunting, played in the river (I got scream at for that one), and even saw my cousin Larry with the Super Banana.

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Growing up on a farm as foods came in season we ate those foods EVERY meal until they weren’t in season anymore! Morel mushrooms were one of those seasons.  (Sweet Corn is another that has turned me into a corn snob… forget that out of season stuff you get at the grocery store).   Morels are only available a few weeks each year, can’t be grown commercially, and everyone guards their spot.  My Aunt Linda used to have me drive her 01910f64245647ecdeb96d83027f9ac96bea5bff53_00001to her spot long before I got my license so that I could drop her off and pick her up later.  016141b23c0ee9d7e7b622c6fb0918634b47587a2bYou would hate to leave any evidence of where your favorite spot is!  Mushrooms tend to grow in sunny spots where decaying old trees are coming up.  This year I managed to catch a frog too.  Konnor also tried to track a deer down, he followed the tracks through the woods.  I remember my dad showing me years ago which tracks are female and which are male (I don’t remember any01604c22409db7b24236e76fc7f45b70164a773f5emore which are which), it’s amazing how you can tell from the tracks.

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Out in the woods I was reminded of all the times we would try to walk across logs (on ravines)  – I still am amazed that my brother and I never broke a bone in our childhood.  We would head out in the woods just to walk.  Across streams, through brambles, and with no particular destination in mind.

After mushroom hunting on the way home, I stopped and hopped in the river.  It was really cold – but what a memory.  It brought back memories of walking in the river, canoeing, and looking for shells.  My mother was concerned about all the trash (broken glass, needles, and everything else) that has now ended up in the river….  The river water did feel really good after walking around in the woods while it was hot out!

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Finally after getting home my cousin Larry Wayne showed up.  He had his dad’s tractor the Super Banana with. My Uncle Lloyde used to take that tractor all over to tractor pulls and my dad would make us attend whenever they were at the local fair.  The tractor was loud!  They hook the tractor to a sled and you see who can pull the sled the farthest down the track.  My Uncle had ended up in the Hall of Fame for Tractor Pulls with his tractor, and that’s where Larry picked it up.  The tractor had been put away in the late 70s and yet it was still running!  It has 4 Hemi engines and was surprisingly no where near0126ac4d06f8b415ec580e346ddc94799740dd3eaf as loud as I remember from my childhood.

I also remember my dad challenging Uncle Lloyd to a tractor pull with his farm tractor.  My dad still claims he would have won if my cousins hadn’t hooked the sled to the farm tractor’s axle!

On a side note, Larry has the same birthday as me!  10 years before I was born, Larry was born on the same day.  Then Larry’s first daughter was born on his 30th birthday, and my 20th birthday!  Same day!  Our birthday is a popular day in our family.

Mom has also added a little fish pond that Konnor enjoyed feeding the fish.  Growing up our fish pond was huge and my dad had dug it with a big farm tractor, but the little one is nice for Konnor.  – My dad would move the pond when he felt like it, and have it stocked with bass and catfish.  There may still be catfish in the last one he dug.  They originally were trained to come up to the surface when he walked out to the pond – then he would feed them dog food.  It’s amazing to think that you can train a catfish to come to the vibration of01624546fcf3616ca41e1708b7e9a03c0037deb97a footsteps!

We took a lot of pictures and everyone was exhausted by the end of the day!

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Marriage of Lizzie Morgan

Lizzie Morgan was descended from Morgan Morgan, Zackwell Morgan, James Morgan (my ancestors)… and then Sylvester Morgan.  I found this record through ancestry.com.  Having a subscription I find all sorts of interesting stories and pieces of information.  This is another one of the ‘gossipy’ stories from the newspaper.  They even list the groom as having ‘a large bank account’, and he visited three times to get his bride!  It’s amazing the things you can find out about family.

Farmer Blue Finally Gets His Jeffersonville Bride

When the Louisville train for Indianapolis drew away from the P., C., C. and St.L railroad station in Jeffersonville yesterday, among its passengers were John M. Blue and bride, en route to Blairtown, Ia. The previous night they had been married in Jeffersonville and it was the third time that Mr.Blue had come to marry the same woman, Miss Lizzie Morgan. Twice, at the final moment, she had faltered, assigning as a reason that her father was too ill. Mr. Blue had tendered Miss Morgan a check for $2000 and had promised her a home in Chicago, but that was no inducement. The last time that Mr.Blue had returned home disappointed was last Christmas. He said that he would be back in five months and take Miss Morgan away as his bride. He did not wait that long, but as the sequel shows that cut no figure.

Mrs. Blue is the daughter of the late Sylvester Morgan whose death recently occurred in Jeffersonville. Mr. Blue is fifty-two years old and a farmer with a large bank account. He is a church deacon and Sunday-school superintendent.

The couple became acquainted through a matrimonial publication. Mrs. Blue is a sister-in-law of Magistrate Eph Keigwin.

 

From the Courier-Journal (Louisville, Kentucky) 21 March 1895, Page 8.