PREPARATORY NOTE.
That
portion of the following history that relates to the
settlement of the township, is from the able pen of
Mrs. Harriet I. Nesbett. It is not only
an interesting narrative, but it is full and
authentic.
THIS
TOWNSHIP, which is described as number four in the
sixteenth range, is bounded as follows: on the
north by Eaton township; south by Litchfield
township, Medina county; east by Liverpool township,
same county; and west by LaGrange township, this
county. The surface is gently undulating for
the most part, the southern portion only being
broken, and that simply along the streams. The
soil is principally clay. As an agricultural
township Grafton is about on an average with those
surrounding it, and its soil about equally devoted
to agricultural and dairy products. The
streams are quite numerous, the largest of them
being the west branch of the Black river, flowing
along the western line, a portion of the way in
this, and the remainder in LaGrange township.
The other streams are tributary, and are Center
creek, flowing as the name implies, through the
central part of the township; Sibley creek, in the
southern, and Swamp creek in the northern portion.
These are those that are worthy of mention, though
there are numerous small creeks and spring streams
in the township.
SETTLEMENT
In
September, 1816, Major WILLIAM
INGERSOLL and
family, left Lee, Berkshire county, Massachusetts,
to commence the first settlement in township number
seven, sixteenth range, New Connecticut Western
Reserve. A brief account of the moving train
will be given, showing the great improvements in
ways and means of traveling, which have evidently
kept pace with other advancements. Taverns in
those days usually provided movers with room to
prepare food, or spread beds when needed. A
daily enquiry is plainly remembered, as follows:
"Can we have accommodations for the night for
thirteen persons, one span of horses, four yoke of
oen and three cows? Fruit and vegetables were
abundant, so with what chess, baskets and bags
afforded, a good meal was not expensive, though it
often cost the mother tears, who was reluctantly
taking her children from homes of comfort, and
privileges most dear, the loss of which is still
felt by sensitive hearts. But "westward" is
the motto, and while weather is fine and roads good
we press forward.
The North river, at Albany, was crossed in a ferry
boat, the first craft of the kind over seen, (except
a canoe). Near the middle of the State of New
York we find friends that had lived "westward" a
number of years. This was a happy meeting on
account of the great distance that had separated ns
a few years only. This year the State prison
at Auburn was being built. A mother's earnest
admonition is remembered, showing the importance of
right doing to avoid incarceration within such
massive walls. The village of Syracuse was
scarcely seen. Buffalo is just rising from its
bed of ashes, made in 1814. The first sight of
Lake Erie is calm and still; not a sail to be seen;
no steamboat's keel had parted its waters; no
whistle as signal, to break the awful stillness.
We next come to Ashtabula, the first county in Ohio,
which was an oasis to weary, home-sick travelers.
Here friends from Berkshire welcomed us, and the joy
was mutual; theirs increased by hearing from friends
left in native land. Again, in Mentor we find
friends who are just beginning, from Ohio soil, to
supply themselves with food. And here let me
say that sweeter turnips have never been on
exhibition at the "Northern Ohio Fair," than those
grown in Mentor in 1816. Another day's journey
and we again stop with friends, in Newburgh, where
we rest a day or two. Our friends then come to
help us through the "woods"' as far as Cleveland,
and see us on board the "ferry boat," then in use,
to cross the Cuyahoga river.
Excuse me while I make some truthful contrasts.
The little village of Cleveland, with its less than
one hundred inhabitants, was situated upon that
terrible hill we bad just descended with so much
difficulty. Lake Erie on the north, scarcely
visited by any craft; no, Walk-in-the-Water
had then been built; no appropriation had been made
to render the harbor safe or accessible; on the east
and south, oak trees, with faded foliage, seemed
like a sable curtain drawn around to meet the
unbroken forest on the western banks of the Cuyahoga
river. Now, upon and around that "terrible
hill" is the beautiful "Forest City," with its vast
population, its great and grand improvements, with
nearly two hundred thousand inhabitants, surrounding
a monument, commemorating an event which made these
western wilds inviting, and the pioneers' dwelling
safe and peaceful. This, indeed seems like a
fanciful flight of imagination, rather than truthful
history. Are the voices all hushed that
made the woods ring in honor of brave Perry?
After this we make our way as best we can, over a new
road, made among trees and logs, fording Rocky river
with our three covered wagons; then all that can,
are picking their way on foot to lessen the burdens
of horses and cattle, until we come to a log house
in Columbia, Cuyahoga county. It was nearly dark,
but light enough for the first sight inside that log
cabin to be remembered. There stood a good
motherly-looking woman, with short gray hair, making
hasty pudding in a good sized brass kettle which
made a little pioneer girl laugh. Another day,
and we come to Liverpool; only five miles more of
unbroken forest, and we arrive at the place where
our home was to be.
In Liverpool we stop a few days, while our strong
force, consisting of father and brothers, go forward
and prepare a road. This was done through the
underbrush over logs, and around trees, whose roots
in some places serve as a pavement for one side of a
muddy swale, wagon wheels sinking in mud, and water
on the other, the inmates calling forth, "Oh! oh!
don't tip us out in this terrible place!"
"Drive slowly, there's no danger," is the answer:
and sure enough, we near the township line in
safety, and make our way as fast as possible, until
we reach our shanty shelter, to spend our first
November night in the woods.
"Backward, turn
backward, oh time, in your flight,
Make me a child again, just for to-night."
The shanty just mentioned was built and occupied
during the summer by John Sibley and
Daniel Nesbett,
while making small clearings each side the line,
between their lots of wild land. They had
returned to West Stockbridge, expecting to come
again in the spring, which they did. Here, in
this only shelter in town, fifteen persons are
huddled. Two experienced log house builders
bad been hired to oversee the building of the first
log house in number four, sixteenth range, thus
increasing our family. Not a sign of
civilization was found in the twelve by twelve foot
shanty, except an excuse for a bedstead made in one
corner, by boring holes in the logs, putting in
strong poles for head and foot, two posts supporting
the front side, while bark for cord completed this
only piece of furniture.
Next morning, every person in town is here before
breakfast, and how is my mother going to prepare it,
in this awful looking place, this first morning in
the woods? In due time, nine men and boys,
with broad and narrow axes, driving the patient
oxen, with heavy chains bound around their yoke, the
two builders taking the lead, start for the spot
never to be forgotten, though the foundation marks
have long since passed away.
Selections of land had been made the previous summer,
by men from different towns in Berkshire county.
Number seven was owned by some of the original
members of the Connecticut Land Company, and through
their agents, many farms in Berkshire were exchanged
for wild land, and for many years, every family in
the settlement was from Berkshire county. The
dear "old hills " have not faded from memory.
My father received in exchange for his farm one
thousand and forty acres of land, and a thousand
dollars in money. The lots were in different
parts of the township, but the one nearest Liverpool
is decided upon, and the house must be built before
the snows of winter fall upon our homeless family.
This first house was built on lot number twenty-six,
where Daniel Kingsley now resides.
Locating a stranger on this once familiar spot, must
not prevent me from noticing an unpleasant affair
that occurred during the building of this first
house. My brother Joseph, then nineteen
years of age, full of hope and courage, who had been
working with the rest during the day, started for
the shanty, a little in advance, in order to drive
home the cows, whose bells were heard in the
distance, though not in the direction of the shanty.
He started from the north side of the blind path,
and crossed it unperceived. Still traveling,
and expecting soon to find the way, he made rapid
steps in the wrong direction. Before thinking
himself lost, he espied a young boar in a small
tree, and with his shot-gun, was about to bring it
down, but thinking quickly if the old bear would let
him alone be would not disturb her cub, he renewed
his steps,—still in the wrong direction.
Darkness convinces him that he is lost, and must
spend a night of suffering in the lonely forest,
without fire or extra clothing. With his
shot-gun he could not kindle a fire, and only by
constant exertion did he keep from perishing with
cold,—sometimes clasping trees, and running swiftly
around them. In this manner the coldest night,
so far, in that November month was passed.
Rocky river was frozen over from shore to shore.
He afterwards said he felt of his teeth to see if
they were not all loose. His course had taken
him through a wind-fall, two miles south, and nearly
impassable under other circumstances. Brambles
formed a net work from tree to tree, upon the
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H. B. Rawson |
Grandall Rawson |
Reside of Henry B. Rawson, Grafton, Lorain Co.,
Ohio
(See
Biographies)
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young underbrush, the size of hand-spikes and
broomsticks. The marks upon his face were
evidence of suffering. All this could
hardly exceed the agony of the family during
that sleepless night. My mother thought
surely that wild beasts would devour her
Joseph. Only a few days had we been in
the woods, and did not know how numerous or
ferocious the wild beasts of the forest might
be. The howling wolf had been heard in the
distance, the nimble deer had not yet been seen.
The important tin horn had been overlooked in
the outfit for pioneer life. Guns were
fired, hallowing of strong voices made a solemn
echo through the unbroken stillness.
Torches made of hickory bark were lighted and
carried quite a distance from the shanty, while
voices and guns made the starting point evident.
At early dawn a brother was sent to Liverpool
for a tin horn and men to search for the lost
one. But the lost one began to find
himself as soon as it was light and safe to
leave the place where he had kept himself from
freezing during the night. He soon found a
''hub" or corner and was tracing the marked
trees, when a hunter who had gone in pursuit
espied him, though each claimed to see the other
first; no matter, the lost was found, and on
reaching the shanty, hungry and weary, with torn
garments and bleeding face and hands, truly
there was rejoicing before unknown in that rude
shelter.
A pleasant incident occurred next day, which I think
was the laying of foundation logs, at right
angles, by "Joshua Henshaw," who
was passing through on a surveying tour,
assuring us we were not out of humanity's reach.
The size of this house being budt was eighteen
by twenty-four feet. A window with nine
lights of seven by nine glass in the north side,
stick chimney in the east, door in the south and
another small window in the west end. The
chimney proves quite a sky-light, sun and moon
aslant can be seen, snow, hail and rain
sometimes entering in quantities to nearly
extinguish fires built upon the ground instead
of hearth. The puncheon floor made of
split and hewn logs is next laid.
Webster does not name, or place, puncheon
for floors, but custom did, and pioneers
continue to do so in their reminiscences.
The door was made from boards of the largest
wagon box, called the "Ark" when making our
journey. This door, with its wooden
trimmings, had a latch-string outside and was
never pulled in, even when Goodhurt or
Red Jacket wished to enter, and more
than once did they find the ample fire-place
more comfortable than their solitary wigwam,
covered only with bark, and no squaw or pappoose
to prepare his food or keep him company.
One, after sleeping by our fire, and while
eating breakfast by himself, discovered he was
not provided with a cup of tea, which called
forth this amusing request, "Can't Indian have a
plate of tea?" This request was
granted, and with seeming relish enjoyed.
Our house was made more comfortable than the shanty in
two weeks" time, when eight of us take
possession and call it home. We are now in
the best built and furnished house in town, with
more cause for gratitude than complaint.
Allow a little nine year old girl to place the
furniture made by unskilled hands, and some
brought from the best room six hundred miles
away. We will furnish the first floor by
placing two bedsteads, one in each corner, at
the west end of the ample room, with a trundle
bed under one. These were made by hands
unused to work with such tools and timber,
sometimes requiring force to make them stand
steady long enough to be secured with ropes.
These become places of repose for tired nature;
"balmy sleep " visited the occupants, and dreams
of better days were just as reliable as under
other circumstances. The nice looking
bureau placed between the bedsteads, with table
and stand near by, (relics of better days,)
without the aid of Nast made an impressive
picture. Chairs were easily counted; two
chests made to fit the wagon in which the family
rode, covered like settees, now stand on either
side of the broad fireplace. Long wooden
pins firmly placed in the logs on which shelves,
made from the remainder of wagon box, serve as
cupboard for crockery, besides bright pewter
plates and platters of various sizes, pewter
basins also, childrens' individual property, oft
filled to overflowing by the same gentle cows
from hillside pasture, now cropping browse and
herbage in the unbroken forest. Stoutly
wrought andirons, slice and tongs, long crane
and hooks, take their places and prove as useful
as in a New England kitchen.
The old-fashioned clock, made fast to the logs, has
resumed its forward march, and with extended
hands faithfully marks the passing time, yet
more than anything else, constantly reminding of
time, and opportunities past, never to return.
Only quite recently has its time or speed, its
marks of comely face, or perfect form, been
questioned; when silently its place of
usefulness is yielded, and in its stead a more
beautiful face and form, with gilded hands and
nimbler step, is measuring the flight of time.
This same old clock, the first ever heard to
tick in native land, the first pendulum swung in
Grafton township, can now be heard and seen in
Elyria this first day of January, 1879.
Unlike young America is its slow and even step;
its clear yet modest tick sometimes stopping
entirely, as if asking "how much longer?"
receiving in answer, "be patient, old settler,
stand at your post to the last. Truth
breaks through your faded face, while your worn
and battered hands still point in the right
direction."
Log house number second is built where I will settle my
eldest brother, SETH C. INGERSOLL, with
his wife and three little pioneer boys, Ardin,
Reuben and Ralph. This was
on the lot directly north of my father's, and
now owned by Hobart Corning.
Seven children were added to their family after
coming to Grafton. The first white child
born in number four
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was Nancy, eldest daughter of Seth C.
Ingersoll, May 18, 1817.
My brother continued to reside upon his farm until his
death, which occurred Feb. 15, 1859, aged
seventy-two years. His wife died Apr. 30,
1852, in the sixty-fifth year of her age.
I am expected to be brief, but just here I must linger,
while remembering these solitary houses, built
in November, 1816. One only road leads to
our nearest neighbor, five miles distant.
We hear of families being seven miles north,
twenty miles south, and forty directory west.
Our one road must be traveled constantly to
bring food for thirteen persons. Barrels
of flour were brought from Canton, Stark county,
and other eatables that could be found at
Columbia and Liverpool, were obtained at a dear
rate. The indispensable bake kettle or
oven was before the fire, without a hearth until
rough and uneven stone were dug from a creek
near by, which improved our condition for
cooking. No wonder my mother drooped like
a willow, knowing her children must obtain food
to keep the wolf from entering the door, from
this frost-bound soil and the leafless forest
trees. Not this alone causes sorrow, but
the doors of church and school seem forever
closed against us. The Sabbath was known
by the solemn stillness. The ring of axes
and the crash of falling trees were hushed,
telling the Sabbath had come, and that in our
dear native land, friends were enjoying
privileges of which we were deprived. The
faded, falling leaves had left sure promise of
return in coming spring-time. But distant
indeed seems the time when advantages of
civilization will be enjoyed in this desolate
place. Cheering hope, with great courage
and fortitude, overcomes formidable
difficulties.
In the month of February, 1817,
WILLIAM B.
CRITTENDEN and family, from Pittsfield,
Massachusetts, come among us, being the first
pleasant company, out of town during the winter.
Mr. Crittenden becomes the first settler
at the center of the town, owning the southeast
corner lot. I want to write the names in
full of every person coming to our settlement in
1817. William B. Crittenden his
wife Lydia, eldest daughter Marietta,
four years of age, the little boy Henry,
now a resident of Grafton. Some incident
might be given in connection with every name I
shall write. Again are we rejoiced to see
covered wagons bringing settlers to join us.
This time, the family of Mr. Eliphalet Jones,
from Tyringham, Berkshire county, is
remembered; Eliphalet, and Polly;
their eldest son, Linas, nearly nineteen;
Samantha, sixteen; Emeline, twelve
(afterward Mrs. Josiah Taylor);
John R., always called Riley, Aged
nine, now living at Rawsonville; Erastus, seven,
remained on the spot where log house number four
was built until his death in 1877; Harriet,
then three years of age, now Mrs. Ashley Root.
Mr. and Mrs. Root are the only couple of
pioneers remaining in Grafton in 1879 - children
in 1817.
The next lot west, on the same side of the road, was
owned by
Elder ROBERT NESBETT,
from West Stockbridge, Berkshire county.
This family numbered nine, besides a lad named
Levi Loomis, who came with them.
Their names were: Robert Nesbett,
and Mary, his wife; five daughters, named
Catherine, Nancy, Mary,
Betsey and Sarah; Daniel, who
came a few months before the rest of the family,
and took possession of the log house built
during the winter, for the sum of forty dollars.
All this family are buried in the cemetery, near
the homestead, where they resided until their
death, except Daniel, who died in Elyria.
We now come to the only diagonal road in town, and
settle the family of Stephen Sibley,
Esq., on lot next west of Nesbett's.
This family, too, were from West Stockbridge,
and all adults. Three sons named John,
George and Giles; two daughters
named Nancy and Mary, John
and George soon afterwards make their
home two miles south of the center, living in
one house; having married twin sisters, they
continued as one family until the death of one
of the sisters. Descendants, only a few in
number, are living in Grafton by the name of
Sibley.
Two more families to be settled this spring of 1817,
which are from West Stockbridge, Mr.
Nathan Boughton and wife, two daughters and
a son, named Rhoda, Electa and
Guy. Mr. Jonathan
Rawson and wife; Mrs. Rawson
was youngest daughter of Mr. Nathan
Boughton. Grindall Rawson,
brother of Jonathan Rawson, was a
member of their family until his marriage.
The addition of these families makes forty-two
persons in town, all but four on this north
street.
The first saw mill was built in the same summer and
fall by David Ashley, of
Pittsfield, Berkshire county, on the lot owned
by Jonathan Rawson, and the only
mill privilege on Black river in the township.
Early in June of that year, while a number of children
were picking wild flowers, a stranger was seen
approaching, leading his horse, and evidently
searching for something. It proved to be
the hub, or corner he was looking for.
"Children, can you tell me the number of this
lot?'' "No, sir," one speaks up, but we
know who is coming here. Capt.
Turner, from Great Barrington; he's got ten
children; then we're going to have a school
house "—an appropriate truth as we shall see.
The stranger's smile indicated his acquaintance
with the family. Mr. Turner
left his family in Columbia until a small
clearing was made, and on the fourth of July,
1817, log house number nine was raised.
Mr. Turner was the first blacksmith
in the township, and the cheery ring of the
anvil was heard early and late for many years.
Two only of Mr. Turner's family
now reside in Grafton: Mrs. Orville
Lyndes and Mrs. Benjamin
Corning. Mr. and Mrs. Corning
living at the homestead near where the old house
stood. Wm. Turner, Jr., and family
reside in Elyria. Four children were added
to this family after settling in Grafton.
B. S. Corning |
Mrs. B. S. Corning |
(See Biography)
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It is now November, and two
families have settled near the center. I
will mention first Mr. AARON ROOT's
family, already in their log House, built by
their oldest son, Pomeroy, during the summer,
one-half mile west of the center. Mr.
root was from Pittsfield, Berkshire
county. Mr. Root, while a
widower in Pittsfield, with five children, was
married to Mrs. Anna West
with five children; three became members of
Mr. Root's family. They were
called Uncle Aaron and Aunt Anna during their
life time.
Their children's names were Pomeroy,
Samuel, Ashley and Mary
Root, Caroline, Albert and
Clarinda West. The two youngest
born to this couple were Frederick
and Oliver. Pomeroy joined
the family of Shakers in Newburgh more than
fifty years ago, and to-day is an honored member
of that Order; nearly eighty years old.
Samuel, the next oldest, was drowned in
1825, living at that time in Penfield.
Caroline West, oldest daughter of
Mrs. Root, long since passed from
scenes of earth, still lives in heart and memory
of surviving friends. She was married to
Mr. Lathrop Penfield, and
resided in Penfield township at the time of her
death. Ashley, third son of Mr.
Root, is still a resident of Grafton,
hale and hearty with mind well stored with
historic lore. Albert West,
son of Mrs. Root, settled in
Grafton, and died there more than thirty years
ago. His son, Albert West, Jr., is
in a soldier grave made on the southern battle
field. Mary, youngest daughter of Mr.
Root, married Wm. Kinney,
of Grafton, fifty-two years ago. After his
decease in 1819, she became the wife of Mr.
Joseph Thompson, of Grafton, and died quite
recently. For a number of years Mr. and
Mrs. Thompson lived upon the spot where her
father's log house stood, so plainly remembered
by all survivors. Mr. Thompson
died in 1878. Clarinda West,
youngest daughter of Mrs. Root,
was married to George E. Starr, of
Penfield. Mr. Starr has been
a resident of Elyria more than forty years, and
prominently connected with the mercantile
interest of that place. Mrs.
Starr died in 1876, sincerely lamented. Mr.
George Starr resides in Elyria, in
the house built by his father on Broad street.
Mr. BILDAD
BELDEN and family, from Hancock,
Berkshire county, came in company with Mr.
Root, and settled south of the center one
half-mile. His father and mother resided
with him, making only one family. Mr.
and Mrs. Belden had four children.
Minerva, the oldest, then ten years old, is
now Mrs. David Merwin,
residing in Oberlin. Daniel
Belden, late of Grafton, was their only son.
Betsey, their second daughter, afterwards
Mrs. Clement Stebbins, will
be mentioned in another place. Sarah
is remembered as Mrs. Chauncey
Baldwin. Mr. Belden
brought two colored boys (after giving bonds
then required), who proved to be honest,
industrious men. Their names were
Gabriel and Titus Gunn.
One more log house to be built this mouth for
JESSE
TAYLOR, from Pittsfield, Berkshire
county. He brings a family of five
children—oldest son, Franklin, twelve
years old, oldest daughter, Sarah Ann,
ten, James and Jesse, younger
sons, with the baby, Caroline.
Nearly three miles from any house then built,
his lot was located; and, after a lonely stay of
eighteen months in that place, we find them
settled three-quarters of a mile south of the
center. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor both
died in 1835; Mr. Taylor at the
age of forty-one, Mrs. Taylor,
thirty-nine.
REUBEN
INGERSOLL, a cousin from Lee, joining our
settlement in 1817, returned to his native town,
and, in early spring of 1818, came again with
his wife, and settled more than half a mile west
of the center.
WM.
BISHOP, with small family, joined our
settlement in early spring. He was from
West Stockbridge, Berkshire county. Left
Grafton in 1825.
The last log house, built
in 1817, was for
LADOWICK
JONES, from Tyringham, brother of
Eliphalet Jones, before mentioned.
The family of Mr. Jones numbered
seven. His aged father and mother are
counted with this family. Lorenzo,
Alonzo and Adaline are the names
of their children. Lorenzo for many
years resided in Cincinnati, Ohio, known as
"Doctor," "Prof." and "Old Doc" Jones.
Drs. Sampsel and Reefy,
physicians in Elyria, were students in his
office in Cincinnati, Ohio.
Mr.
DAVID ASHLEY, of Pittsfield, reached our
settlement early in March, 1818, coming the
whole distance in sleighs. His invalid
wife and four daughters made the journey with
him. The names of the daughters were Maria
(afterwards Mrs. Grindell Rawson),
Polly, Eliza and Sally, the
youngest then thirteen years of age. The
three last named rode in a two-horse sleigh,
driven by David Stevens, brother
of Mrs. Ashley, who afterwards
settled at the center. His first house was
built on the northeast corner lot, opposite
Wm. B. Crittenden.
MRS. CURTIS,
a widow from West Stockbridge, Berkshire county,
Massachusetts, came to our settlement in 1818,
bringing three sons and two daughters, names,
Samuel, Harvey and Landress, the
sons; Harriet and Mary, eldest and
youngest, daughters. Three of these
children married and settled in Grafton.
Their first settlement was made nearly a mile
east of log house number one.
WM. T. WELLING
was an early settler of Grafton. Mr.
Welling was among the very first that
penetrated the woods of number three, eighteen
range, and may for a time be counted with the
pioneers of Wellington. He was-a resident
of Grafton twenty-five years, and in that time
was married to Harriet Curtis.
They removed to Medina, where they lived twenty
years, afterwards to Black Earth, Wisconsin,
where they were residents some twenty years, and
where he recently died, aged eighty-three years.
FRANKLIN
WELLS, from Massachusetts, proved a great
accession to our settlement. He was fitted
for college in his native land, which placed him
in advance of any who had ventured among us.
He taught school in a log school house called
the "Union School House," built in the woods,
between the north street
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and the center of the town; so that every
scholar in town of suitable age might receive
instruction. His house was burned before
the close of the first term, which terminated
the school days of many of his scholars.
Contrasts and comparisons of to-day only seem to
tell our loss. Mr. Wells was
our second elected justice of the peace,
afterwards associate judge in Lorain county.
He was married to Mary Sibley in l823.
Mr. LYMAN
PEABODY was an early settler. His
wife was the eldest daughter of Mr.
Aaron Root. Their eldest
daughter is Mrs. George Pomeroy,
now residing near the centre of Grafton.
Mr. ORRIN
HURLBUT and his brother William,
from Pittsfield, Massachusetts, were early
settlers. Both afterwards married and
settled in Grafton, and resided their the
remainder of their lives. Orrin Hurlbut
married Mrs. Wm. B. Crittenden.
Their son, .James Hurlbut, is
justice of the peace at the center of Grafton at
this writing; very recently he has become a
resident of Elyria.
In writing this brief account of the first settlement
of Grafton, it is often found to be painful to
pass so lightly over families and friends, when
even the writing of a name brings the history of
joys and sorrows of their life before us.
A stranger can step rapidly among the graves of
households in Grafton to-day without a pang; but
not so with one who lived there when the first
graves were made, their loss then settling like
a pall upon our young settlement.
Seldom does a sister record
the settling of seven brothers on uncultivated
farms in one township. My second brother,
WM. INGERSOLL, JR., came
with his little family in May, 1817, and settled
one and a half miles south of the center.
The eldest daughter, Maria, three years
of age, and John, only a few months, in
his mother's arms, make the third family of
Ingersolls. Ten children were added to
these parents, making six sons and six
daughters, most of whom received paternal care
beyond the wants of childhood. Much labor
and courage were needed to provide for a family
among these thickly standing trees. These
parents lived to see their wild surroundings
become fruitful fields of waving grain, and
remained upon the spot near where their first
house was built until their deaths, which
occurred under trying circumstances. My
brother died Apr. 29, 1859, aged seventy-one
years; and on May 1, two days afterwards, his
wife, unconscious that her companion had gone
before, died also, aged sixty-six years: both
died of congestive fever. John, the
babe before spoken of, with wife and daughter,
are living near, and were the only family of
Ingersolls in Grafton in January, 1879.
Thomas, third son of Major Ingersoll,
commenced clearing big wilderness in 1819.
He had learned to manufacture common splint
bottom chairs before coming to Grafton, and by
exchanging these for days' work in chopping, had
quite a clearing and a log house built before
his marriage, which was in 1820. His lot
was one-half mile east of log house number one.
When Elyria began to offer advantages, he bought
a house and lot on the corner of Second street
and East avenue, where he resided a few years,
still owning his farm in Grafton. He
returned to his farm again, and continued to
make improvements until 1801, when, finding
years of toil and hardship, with increasing age,
were unfitting him for farm life, his home in
Grafton was sold, and the one in Elyria taken
possession of. His wife, who had
faithfully shared privations during these years
of toil, died in October, 1870, my brother in
September, 1871. Their golden wedding was
celebrated in February, 1870. Rev. F.
L. Kenyon was present, and made appropriate
remarks to a large company of friends assembled.
My fourth brother, Joseph, began clearing his
new farm at the south part of town. His
outfit was a yoke of oxen and a year's board,
being too far to board at home. Board
could be obtained at the nearest neighbor's,
one-half mile or more, for one bushel of wheat a
week, or one dollar. After clearing some
dozen or more acres in this lonely place, he
became discouraged, and returned to his native
town in Berkshire.
In 1827 he came again to Grafton with his wife and
little daughter, and did not then see sufficient
inducement to become a farmer, and plough and
hoe among the clay lands of Grafton. He
made his home in Elyria in 1828, where he
resided until his death, in 1861, aged
sixty-four years. The first English
families coming to Grafton in 182.5, were Mr.
Crispen Mennell, Mr.
Jesse Welborne, and John
Langdale. Mr. Mennell
remained a citizen until his death, in 1857,
aged seventy-one. Mr. Welborne
died in 1853, aged fifty-six. Mr.
Langdale was a resident of Elyria at the
time of his death, which occurred in 1870, aged
seventy-nine. A Mr. Hanee
and family came to Grafton, in 1820, I think,
and afterwards settled in Eaton. The names
of the children are remembered, while other
items are forgotten: Riley, Ira,
Hiram and Charles, may still be
residents of Eaton. The name is often
seen, and some of the descendants of these early
settlers are residents of Elyria.
James, my fifth brother, began clearing his wild
land in 1822, and continued to do so under
discouraging circumstances. His lot was
just a half-mile cast of the center, where one
of the best oil wells in Grafton was found some
two years ago. His boarding place for some
time was at Mr. Belden's, the
price for board being a bushel of wheat a week.
Here I should like to speak of the worthy, industrious
pioneer women of Grafton.
After building a log house, it was at once occupied by
a family, with whom he boarded. In 1826 he
was married and commenced housekeeping and
improving his farm, until in 1832, he began to
build quite a large public house for those days,
at the center, upon a lot bought of Mr.
David Ashley, where it is seen
to-day, the sight of which brings sad memories,
while in the cemetery near by so many of this
once large
Birth place of Duke Mennell and his mother
Elizabeth Mennell
Fimber Yorkshire, England
Residence of Duke Mennel, Grafton Tp., Lorain
Co., Ohio
Chrispin Mennell - M.
D. Mennell
CHRISPIN MINNELL
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family rest. My brother died in 1863, in
the sixty-fifth year of his age, and in
December, 1865, the wife of his youth, who had
been a faithful sharer in all the changing
scenes of life, also died, in the sixty-seventh
year of her age. These records could not
be made without many regrets unless a hope was
cherished that ere long, without restraint in
woods, or limited space, these early
recollections will be carefully revised, and the
name of every descendant of my parents known to
be living, be placed in proper form. Only
a few families, for a time, settled in Grafton,
except those who from time to time married among
us. The families of Thompson and
Turner, coming from New York state in 1822
or 1823 are remembered. Some of Mr.
Thompson's family have ever since resided
in Grafton. Dr. Hiram
Thompson has for a number of years practiced
medicine in Rawsonville, and quite recently died
at the age of seventy-two.
In September, 1825, my brother, Marshall, was
married to my early pioneer friend, Sarah Ann
Taylor. Soon after, they settled in
their log house, two miles west of the center,
where oil wells and derricks now cover the
ground, where big and lesser trees stood thickly
fifty-two years ago. Their residence was
in Elyria for some twelve years before my
brother's death, which was in September, 1874,
aged seventy-two. His widow is still a
resident of Elyria.
During the winter of 1827, my youngest (and only
brother living) was married and settled in a log
house near the homestead. This was eleven
years after the first log house in Grafton was
built, in which time my seven brothers have
begun to earn their bread on uncultivated soil,
by hand labor. There were no tramps or
drones in those days in Grafton. Only a
few years longer did this brother remain on his
farm, but purchased the place in Elyria now
occupied and owned by S. B. Wolcott,
where he resided a number of years. His
home is now with his son, C. O. Ingersoll,
on the pleasant street east of the east branch
bridge, within the corporation of Elyria.
Mr. JASON ROYCE
and wife, coming from Berkshire in 1832,
obtained the farm just left by my brother in
Grafton, which the family own to-day.
Their only son died during the war, of disease
contracted while a soldier at Kelley's Island.
Their only daughter, Mrs. Hobart
Corning, is living on the farm where my
brother Seth C. located in 1816. Mr.
Royce died some eight years ago, at their
home, where his widow now resides. Mr.
Hobart Corning is now sheriff of
Lorain county, which brings more descendants of
early settlers to become residents of Elyria.
Harriet, the eleventh and youngest child of the
first settler in Grafton, was married to
Daniel Nesbett, Mar. 29,
1826—marriage license obtained in Medina, by the
mail carrier, and ceremony performed by
Franklin Wells, Esq. Mr.
Nesbett was one of the first settlers of
number four, and among the first that exchanged
their place of residence in Grafton for one in
Elyria. This was done in 1829. The
lots twenty-four and twenty-five, on the east
line of Elyria, on the ridge road, were deeded
to Daniel Nesbett by Heman Ely
and Harriet M. Ely, Aug. 10, 1829.
After remaining upon this farm some twenty
years, a home was purchased in the village,
where Mr. Nesbett and family
resided at the time of his death, which
occurred, Mar. 16, 1863, of apoplexy, aged
sixty-six years. Mrs. Nesbett
is still a resident of Elyria.
In the early spring of
1829, the death of STEPHEN SIBLEY
is distinctly remembered. He was seen to
leave his work in the yard, and slowly enter the
house only a short time before his death was
announced. This was the first sudden death
to be mentioned among the first settlers in
Grafton, the cause not definitely known, then as
now. There was no physician in town to
examine the case. Mr. Sibley
had shared the trials of pioneer life twelve
years, and at the time of his death was seventy
years of age. Before the time of Mr.
Sibley's death, his son-in-law,
Franklin Wells, had assumed the cares
of the homestead, and built a fine residence for
early days. This was sold to Mr.
Isaac VanDeusen, from Berkshire,
father of George VanDeusen, who was a
resident of Grafton until within a few years
past. His home is now in Lowell,
Massachusetts. After Mr. Isaac
VanDeusen was settled in this desirable
place, his house and many valuable articles,
were destroyed by fire. This was the first
frame building burned in Grafton. This
farm was afterwards sold to Justin
Breckenridge, who built the ample brick
house seen upon his premises to-day.
CARLOS FISHER
and family, from Delaware county. New
York, settled in Grafton in 1828. They
located one mile east of the center, when first
coming, but afterwards at the center, where they
resided at the time of Mr. Fisher's
death, in 1855, in the sixty-fifth year of his
age. Mrs. Fisher died in
1870, in the seventy-first year of her age.
One son, Mr. Isaac L. Fisher, is the only
one of nine children remaining in Grafton.
Their second daughter, Nancy, is Mrs.
Artemas Beebe, Jr., of Elyria. Mrs.
C. W. Johnston, of Elyria., is another
member of that family. A son is settled in
Wellington, in this county. It is readily
seen that quite a number of the first settlers
in Grafton, became residents of Elyria, and many
of their descendants are found there to-day, and
still they are coming.
CLEMENT STEBBINS, from Granville, Massachusetts,
came to Grafton in April, 1833.
Chauncey Baldwin accompanied him, and
soon after their arrival they opened a store at
the center, where Mr. Stebbins has
more or less been connected with the mercantile
interests at the center of Grafton, until a
recent date. He was justice of the peace
some thirty years; has seen the rise and fall of
many business firms, until not one is left that
can with him retrace the years and events of
1832. Mr. Stebbins married
Betsey, daughter of Bildad and
Polly Belden, Oct. 16, 1835. Mrs.
Stebbins died Aug. 19, 1874. Their
only child living, is Mrs. George D. Williams,
of Elyria, where Mr. Stebbins now
resides.
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FIRST EVENTS.
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INDUSTRIAL PURSUITS
A. W. NICHOLS
Mrs. A. W. Nichols
Residence of A. W. Nichols, Grafton, Lorain Co.,
Ohio, 1879
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CHURCHES.
METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHURCH.
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THE PROTESTANT EPISCOPAL CHURCH.
A BAPTIST CHURCH
THE PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH.
RAWSONVILLE CONGREGATIONAL CHURCH.
ST. MARY'S CHURCH, (CATHOLIC)
SCHOOLS.
C. B. Knowlton
Residence of Dr. C. B. Knowlton, Grafton, Lorain
Co., Ohio
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SOCIETIES.
OIL INTEREST
BIOGRAHICAL
SKETCHES.
MRS. HARRIET NESBETT
GRINDALL RAWSON
HENRY B. RAWSON
ALLEN NICHOLS
DR. C. B. KNOWLTON.
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Stephen H. Brown |
Margaret R. Brown |
STEPHEN H. BROWN
Stephen H. Brown, son of Stephen and Ruth
M. Brown, was born May 4, 1803, in that
portion of Windsor, Hartford Co., Conn., now
called Bloomfield. His father was born at
Windsor, in the same county, in the year 1777,
and was the son of Stephen Brown, who
came from England early in the seventeenth
century. Stephen Brown married
Ruth M., daughter of Benjamin Loomis,
whose ancestors were among the early settlers of
Old Windsor. HE had a family of ten
children, namely, - Benjamin George, William,
John, Joel, Adin, James, Ruth M., Rhoda, and
Julia Ann. The grandfather of
Stephen H. Brown had also ten children:
James, Bradley, Stephen, Jesse, Oliver,
Eunice, Patty, Sally, Malinda, and
Rebecca.
The fruits of the union of Stephen and Ruth M. Brown
were three children, - one son and two
daughters; Stephen H., born May 4, 1803;
Ruth Eliza, born in 1805; Martha E.,
born in 1807. The mother died in 1811, and
the father married again, to Alma Kelsey,
who died three or four years after her marriage,
leaving no issue. Mr. Brown married
again, to Lydia Bronson, by whom he had
two children; Stephen H., who lived at
home and worked in his father's shop,
blacksmithing, until he was twenty-one years
old. He then removed to Washington,
Litchfield Co., Conn., and worked the first year
in the marble quarries of Allen,
Batterson & Wheaten. In the
winter he resumed his trade again, and followed
it for three or four years, during which time he
married Lucy Reynolds, Nov. 17, 1828, and
had by her three children, all boys, namely, -
Edwin A., born Jan. 8, 1830, died Aug. 5,
1845; Albert R., born Feb. 12, 1832;
Charles L., born June 8, 1834, died Aug. 25,
1845. In 1831 he moved to Norwalk, Conn.,
remaining there and at other places until 1842,
when he started for Ohio. Two years prior
to this, he lost his wife, who died Sept. 13,
1840. She was buried in the old "Jemima
Burying-Ground," so called from an eccentric old
lady who used to preach in that part of the
country.
May 13, 1841, Mr. Brown was united in marriage
with Mrs. Mary B. Shepard, widow of
Levi Shepard, and daughter of Oliver and
Alice Chapin, of Chicopee, Mass. By
this union were born two children:
George B., born July 28, 1843, and Helen
J., born Feb. 19, 1850.
In 1841 he came to Ohio, and purchased the Wells farm,
in Grafton township. He returned to
Connecticut and shipped his goods by water to
Cleveland, and thence in wagons. He
resided upon the farm until 1875. His
second wife died Mar. 1, 1864. He was
married to Margaret R. Rowell, widow of
Benjamin Rowell, Nov. 16, of the same
year; she survives. They live in
comfortable circumstances. Mr. Brown
has three children living, one by his first wife
and two by his second wife. Albert R.
married Clorinda Rickard, of La
Grange. George B., married, first,
Sarah A. Ingersoll, of Grafton; second,
Jennie Bevier, of Plymouth. Mr.
Brown is a Republican in politics, having
been a Jackson Democrat up to the war of the
Rebellion. He is an exemplary member of
the Methodist Episcopal Church.
MARGARET
R. BROWN was born June 6, 1812, and was a
daughter of John and Eleanor Woodworth,
of Stillwell, Saratoga Co., N. Y. Her
grandfather emigrated from England, and was an
early settler of Saratoga County. The
children born to John and Eleanor Woodworth
were as follows: Patrick, Allen, Sally
Ann, Ephraim, Renselaer, Margaret R., Martin,
and Isaac; of these, three survive.
John Woodworth was born in 1767, and died
in 1818. Margaret was married to
Benjamin Rowell, of Vermont, Sept. 5, 1831.
She had four children, - two sons and two
daughters: Sarah A., born Feb. 11, 1833;
married Sly Odell, of Washington Co., N.
Y.; now lives in Minnesota. Alfred J.,
born Dec. 24, 1835; married Abbie Merrell,
and resides at Cohoes, N. Y. Margaret
Ann, born Sept. 5, 1839; married Henry
Wilkin, of Grafton. Charles E. B.,
born Mar. 12, 1843; married Sybil Smith,
and resides in Minnesota, same county as
Sarah A.
Her husband died Aug. 10, 1862. He was
engaged in farming and lumbering; in the latter,
quite extensively. He came to Ohio in
1848. He was a worthy man, and a good,
honest citizen.
"Mrs. Brown is a member of the Methodist
Episcopal Church of Grafton; was formerly a
Presbyterian, but joined the Methodists at the
same tie her husband did, in 1848.
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