As I research further and further with old maps etc. I realized just how much the Gillmores owned in this settlement – 1,000 acres was huge . The family cleared land whilst keeping a wary eye out for the Indians and the British. They cut their paths through from their “homesteads, cabins, dwellings” through the forests to trade at a trading post on the other side of the river or to the little community growing up next to the port.
How terribly hard this must have been even on good weather days. I cannot begin to imagine how hard the life was for those that came after the Revolutionary War leaving what amounted to the “civilized society of those times” to eke out a whole new beginning but this family was no stranger to new beginnings. .
According to the “Gillmore Genealogy” written by
Mr. Claude Charles Hamel Amherst Ohio- revised 1954)
The Gillmores (Gilmore) descended from Robert and Mary Ann (Kennedy) Gilmore who came to America August 4th 1718 as part of the Scotch- Irish contingency ( Presbyterians ).
The Scotch-Irish were Presbyterians. They had splintered away from the official English church. In 1688 the ascension of William to the English throne brought relative peace to Ireland. The Scotch-Irish were allowed to practice their religion, but were required to pay the church of England 10% of everything they produced. The land they lived on and worked was only leased to them by the crown – they could be evicted at any time.
They arrived on the Brigantine ROBERT to the port of Boston- there was an outbreak of smallpox on board and they may have wintered in Boston. http://www.lynx2ulster.com/ScotchIrishPioneers/008.php . They ( the Scotch- Irish) petitioned the New World
In the Spring of 1718, a body of Scotch-Irish from Northern Ireland sent a petition, signed by 319 representative men on 26 March 1718(1), to Governor Shute of Massachusetts Bay in the New World requesting land for settlement.
“We whose names are underwritten, Inhabitants of ye North of Ireland, Doe in our own names, and in the names of many others, our Neighbors, Gentlemen, Ministers, Farmers, and Tradesmen, Commissionate and appoint our trusty and well beloved friend, the Reverend Mr. William Boyd, of Macasky, to His Excellency, the Right Honorable Collonel Samuel Suitte, Governour of New England, and to assure His Excellency of our sincere and hearty Inclination to Transport ourselves to that very excellant and renowned Plantation upon our obtaining from His Excellency suitable incouragement. And further to act and Doe in our Names as his prudence shall direct. Given under our hands this 26th day of March, Anno Dom. 1718.”
Robert arrived in Nutfield ( now Londonderry New Hampshire) – at an early date the eastern half of David Cargill deeded a lot of 70 acres to Robert Gillmore for the site of a fulling mill
This lot was north of his son’s Williams lot in the same range and near Beaver Pond. His son was one of the original proprietors of Londonderry NH with two shares
Robert had a son William born around 1686 in Ulster Ireland – 1753 Londonderry NH. William in turn had a son
James Gillmore, born in 1728 was the father of Edmund Gillmore Sept 28th 1765 the same Edmund who arrived in 1811/12 in to what is now known as Lorain . James did serve in the Revolutionary War at the age of 49 he marched with Lieut. Col. Ruggles Woodbridge albeit for 6 days but obviously felt strongly enough to sign up and answer the call:
“They came to America, not as discoverers,
but as the pioneers of their race ; they defended the
frontiers against Indians, and their numbers in the
South so much augmented the forces in the Revolu-
tionary army that they may fairly be said to have
saved Washington from defeat.”
Edmund, reached what is now known as Lorain, claimed his land and built a log cabin- after the home was ready he left his son Aretus, in charge and returned to Massachusetts for the rest of his family returning with them by ox team in June of 1812.
The first election for township officers was held in the home of Justice of the Peace John S Reid on April 17th 1817 Edmund was one of the two judges of the Election. Edmund was also elected one of the two Overseers of the Poor . Also the first school was opened in an unoccupied cabin belonging to Edmund Gillmore - Schools were then maintained by private subscription , as the state had no general education until 1825.
During 1853, a two-story frame building was constructed on Fourth Street. This was the only schoolhouse within the limits of the town until 1870 when a four-room, two-story brick building was completed. The cost of this building, which later became a part of the high school, was fifteen thousand dollars. The building site had been purchased for an additional two thousand dollars.
They lived on this farm for the rest of their lives………………..
TO BE CONTINUED….
Since I cannot bring myself to use the visuals of what is still happening in Syria and Iraq – I have chosen Mark’s photo as yet another wave breaks upon our shore.
NOTE: We are now at the 13th Anniversary of September 11th – and still we are in fear and loathing of those that try to strike terror in the hearts of ordinary folk. Beheadings, torture, rapes and whole societies wiped out and today- September 11th we remember the day the terror came home to the USA! I wrote the following on the 10th anniversary, reprising once again as we take yet another step in the horror which the world of fanatical religions dictating our lives.
10 years it is unbelievable to me a decade has passed – the sights and sounds of that day so vivid still- an act which will send the perpetrators to perdition.
Normally I would write an updated remembrance but I am in my own kind of man-made purgatory at the moment so I choose to remember as I did last year (below) . I also remember 9-11-09 …. the day of hope as Chris took his first infusion of SGN 35…… that September 11th dawning with hope just as years before a glorious September morn saw hope crashing to the earth…… the outcome was the same “grief and loss”………..a time to remember those that continue to give their lives ………………………….
‘Kind” -having or showing a tender and considerate and helpful nature
There was no “kindness” in the nature of that September day as terror flew into the everyday working lives of those who experienced the dreadful destruction of September 11th 2001
They say you remember where you were and what you were doing until you die certain events-
And September 11th 2001.
ED NOTE:The linked video is from ordinary citizens with a view of the destruction- released 5 years after that September 11th day
I was sitting on the couch that morning, having my first cup of tea- my son- in -law to be called
“We are being attacked”
Knowing his penchant for practical jokes and phone calls I said
yeah yeah right- tell me more”
Just then my daughter came down the stairs with the phone in her hand , hair dripping wet –
Mum he is right a plane just flew into a building in New York – turn on the television.
Another call beeped in it was my mum
“Oh there has been a terrible accident a plane has flown into a skyscraper”
Just as she said that Tony ( my cousin who was over for a trip ) is heard in the back ground
“Bloody Hell there is another one.”
We all went silent, incredulous watching as devastation rained down from the sky on a beautiful September morning.
I called my son- he told me that they were being evacuated from the college and told to return home- there was something going on in Cleveland , as he was heading to his campus apartment there were agents and militia armed with weapons in and around the streets- it was very tense. They were told to stay inside.
That day had a profound effect on this nation – I remember for the next two mornings- as I watered the garden not a sound from the sky , no roaring of the high-speed boats out on the lake- traffic was almost non existent- the sound of a siren sent chills- flags appeared outside the houses and on the streets – as if a patriotic garden bloomed from the carnage.
We did not move from the television- we watched as if from another planet the “human” story unfold that day. We hardly knew how to express our thoughts -the ugliness of hatred brought home -engulfing and billowing out as the towers and civilization fell in the name of “Jihad”.
As for those that carried out these attacks there are no adequate words of condemnation. Their barbarism will stand as their shame for all eternity.
–British Prime Minister Tony Blair
My son used his talents , he did a series of posters – that I have yet to find since his passing. It was after that day my son wore his patriotism proudly – always one to fly the flag ( more on that at the closure of this blog) he defended her the way he knew best through his work.
Yes , I am remembering Septembers and they are tinged with pride , lack of understanding , helplessness and prejudice against those that cause pain to the human heart and condition ………
and all who weep including the willow WE REMEMBER SEPT 11TH IN OUR OWN WAY!
General Quincy Adams Gillmore ( latter years)
Part One http://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2014/09/05/general-quincy-a-gillmore-the-dining-room-dilemna/
A great deal has been written about General Adams Quincy Gillmore. He was the son of Quartus Gillmore and Elizabeth (Reid) Gillmore.
Edited photo of in all probability Quartus and Elizabeth Gillmore courtesy of Matt Weisman
I say ” in probability” because, like most of Lorain’s early history, I have to rely on “calculated guesswork”, word of mouth family history and snippets of information gleaned from biographies and events that may or may not be 100 percent correct. . In fact ,frustratingly enough for me, to do research on the internet the searches bring me back to this blog, for the most part.
When my neighbor , Peggy Gillmore,
http://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2014/04/28/history-mystery-lives-of-lorain-gillmore/ would call to talk she would rattle off the names of her family as if they walked the streets of this neighborhood today . And actually they do walk among us still – our beautiful Lakeview Park the land first cleared in 1811/1812 by the very man pictured above with his wife. Quartus arrived here with his father Edmund Gillmore 1811
As I read the above, I remembered a very old photograph that came with the box of items from Peggy’s. I hadn’t thought much about it at the time as we all went through the assorted items on that April evening. As everyone assembled took items with them to peruse and research the things they found most interesting , I was left with some of the odds and ends. The photograph was one of the odds and ends.
Could this be a later photograph of the ancestral farm mentioned as being 200 acres ( Edmund Gillmore) traded away in order to obtain the 1,000 acres he acquired?
The back of the photograph mentions ancestral home Mass
Bearing in mind Lakeview Park today ( Metro Parks)
as we know it today is http://danielebrady.blogspot.com/2014/05/monument-to-mayor-leonard-moore.html just 20 acres and it wasn’t until discussion in 1916-17 led to the purchase of roughly 40 acres
Source : http://www.locophotogblog.com/?p=311
The first was to purchase the 19 acres along the lake for $42,500. The second included the land offered in the first proposal and 21.9 acres on the south side of West Erie Avenue for $52,900. Finally, Chamberlain offered all of the 119 acres along West Erie Ave. for $100,000, which Mayor Moore believed would be a “good buy” if the city could get the same price for portions of the property that they would not be able to use. After much discussion and some concern that the property was too far out-of-town for citizens to enjoy, councilmen decided to purchase 19 acres north of West Erie Ave and 21.9 acres south of West Erie Ave for $53,551.38.
Chamberlin Estates the owner of the property offered all 119 acres along West Erie for 100,000- Imagine if you will Edmund Gillmore of 1812 owning 1,000 acres and what that entailed in that original plat of Black River ( Settlement)
and then there was at the other end of the town what is now referred to as Veterans’ Park ( although I can find no official documentation as to the name change ) past 1966 ( Lorain Memorial Park) Veterans” Park History ( 7 parts linked) found here
fast forward to the internet and 1998 and a forum conversation between Diane Wargo Medina ( Charleston Pioneer Cemetery ) and another descendent of the Gillmores- Kathryn Whitaker at that time Ms Whitaker wrote
Here is some information from my great grandmother’s book:
Sophia Gillmore married Daniel Seth Leslie February 8, 1849 at Black River,
Ohio. She was born in Ohio as her mother, Elizabeth Reid (Reed) came with
her father, John Reid to the mouth of Black River, Black River Township, in
1811. They were among the first settlers. Elizabeth married Quartus
Gillmore. The Reeds and Gillmores owned most of Lorain, it has been said.
In fact, the Gillmores and Leslies owned considerable property in Amherst,
Avon Park, Elyria and Lorain. The Eddys and Conleys, relatives of the
Gillmores, had their homeland also in Lorain County. Sophia Gillmore
Leslie deeded Washington Park in downtown Lorain, to the city.
Sophia was the sister of our General Quincy Adams Gillmore
And so it goes history in snippets and bits and pieces. I am hesitant to “guess” and conclude- after all this is not my history and I know from Charleston Village Society Board member and historic researcher extraordinaire Diane Wargo Medina - not everything that is always written is correct . So please if in this series there are wrong conclusions or information please feel free to inform me of any corrections! Obviously if you have further information please contact me
To be continued
Thanks to Dan Brady , Jim Smith , Matt Weisman
General Quincy Adams Gillmore , hero of the Civil War,
came into my life and my dining room, totally unexpected. He arrived, carried by a descendent, to my front door a few weeks ago. The good General had been offered to the Lorain Historical Society http://lorainhistory.org/ by family members but the historical society declined him and so he is with me.
With him came some other artifacts including a 1914 framed photograph of the graduating class of Lorain High School. Lorain City School Board member Jim Smith collected the photograph and it now proudly hangs at Charleston Center along with a similarly framed photo of the class of 1913. Ironically the photo returned home to Lorain City Schools exactly 100 years after it was first taken.
There was also a roll of some panoramic shots of what looked to be railroad tracks. I was scared to unroll it and gave it to Dennis Lamont who told me it was of the tracks etc for the Terminal Tower Cleveland, another good home and those that appreciate the memorabilia as much as Peggy herself.
Since the last living direct descendent of one the founding fathers families the Gillmore’s in Lorain,
Peggy, was so proud of her heritage and what the Gillmore family had managed to contribute, not only to Lorain’s founding history, but to the nation as a whole.
I had promised Peggy I would do what I could to archive her family on the world wide web. I am not sure she understood what that meant exactly but I started with a couple of posts on the the old WoM Blog http://thbarchive.wordpress.com/. Unfortunately the WoM disappeared from the www and therefore with it those posts. However, I did find my files for at least one of those series on the Gillmores and Lakeview Park. The cabin/ farmhouse of the Gillmores stood once where the famous easter basket/ floral basket now sits
Where History Walks
Where History Walk1
I have looked upon the face of the “older” General for these past weeks pondering his story. I cleaned the beautiful 22″ by 25″ carved wooden frame, gently polished the studding, which is probably pewter or white metal. I have not seen any image on the web that shows the General as he aged. There is some foxing and bleed through from the wooden backing on the paper ( which needs some restoration). Whilst dusting, I noticed, the back part of the original backing remains some writing. I would say the photographic portrait is at least 125 years old. I would probably have to take the back off to see if there is other information but I am not willing to do that – just in case something happens.
…of General Quincy A Gil…. was presented to Perry Chapter DAR …..
and below what is left of the damaged backing a small white square upon which is written –
This picture is the property of Nathan Perry Chapter D.A.R , Lorain presented by Quincy A Gillmore – Elyria O
This sent me off on a bit of a history mystery hunt.
Obviously, this presented piece given at one time to the Daughters of the American Revolution ( Nathan Perry Chapter) to which Peggy had belonged, founded in 1918 could not have been presented by the pictured General Quincy Adams Gillmore himself . It made no sense as he had died in 1888.
The glass in the portrait is “wavy” something that occurred prior to 1900. I believed the portrait may have belonged to the General’s family – his son was another General Quincy O Maher Gillmore- 1850-1923 but he had the wrong middle initial to be the donor.
Therefore, since the note says presented by Quincy A Gillmore I drew the conclusion this was probably presented by the grandson of the Civil War General and himself another General Quincy A Gillmore1881-1956.
BUT that “ELYRIA” connection worried me so I carried on looking, where I could, on-line. Low an behold, there is “another Quincy A Gillmore” He was the son of Civil War General Quincy Adams Gillmore’s brother Edmund (named after his grandfather one of the founders of this settlement ( owning approximately 1,000 acres). This Edmund married Miss Adelaide E Gillmore daughter of Alanson(also a son of the original Edmund of Lakeview) and Evelyn ( Jones) Gillmore.
Adelaide was also the sister of Fanny (Gillmore) Wilford-
wife of Captain Wilford
and the lady of the civil war letters.
Edmund and Adelaide’s only child was Quincy “ALANSON” Gillmore , who ended up a prominent attorney in Elyria (Page 728- The History of Lorain County) so I am thinking the presenter of the portrait could be the nephew!
I won’t ever know why or how the portrait ended up back with Peggy and her home but it obviously had for these many, many years. The General staring at me these many days started me back on a road I promised Peggy I would travel. As far as the portrait , it certainly doesn’t belong with me , I believe HE needs a permanent home where he will be appreciated, just where that is at the moment is up in the air- suggestions?????
to be continued ……………..
Note : Thanks to Dan Brady http://danielebrady.blogspot.com/ for his help with the Gillmores
The day war was declared- your Nana, a survivor of living history,remembers that Sunday well like it was yesterday.
It was one of those defining moments in life. A war, that saw your grandfather have his youth , innocence and joie de vivre ripped from his being , not to ever fully come back to him.
Their young lives changed forever by a few words spoken on that September 3rd .
Your life was changed forever and ended by words – you have cancer
I know that I have changed but I hadn’t realized how much. Last month a gift- a VHS tape – found on the floor of the garage-
Your dad brought in the bag of VHS tapes and started to play them. There you were, once again, your childhood played out in the pool, on the soccer field , rowing boats , Christmas morning, skiing laughing and loving with us
I still can’t watch most of the tapes , it is like trying to breathe underwater. Looking at the dance tape of Nikki with Braedyn and Gavin – little Braedyn glued to the screen as his mummy danced, Gavin telling his mummy – you are beautiful
I saw myself , the MC of the event taking center stage – I was so confident, knowledgable , open to the audience , carefree, laughing, smiling and welcoming. I saw myself in a swimming pool with our family, your sister and friends racing the lengths of the pool , the music of laughter rang once more in this house as the tape played and those voices of summer came back from the past. .
And then a Christmas morning , the living room which held so many Christmases, your Nana and I sitting on the couch surrounded by presents , the noise, everyone talking at once, the puppy – that was Sheena , the paper wrapping making a pile in the center for Sheena to attack. What struck home with me was the laughter and conversation in which Nana and I were engaged. We didn’t stop talking and laughing – I was confident enough to make a complete fool of myself with the most horrendous pair of earrings. I still have those damned earrings , but I no longer have you or the me that I was.
I knew I lost ME when you got cancer and died- but I hadn’t realized how much of me I had lost . I was looking at another person, not recognizing her at all anymore. She died too and I grieve for the faces of life caught in a web of video. I grieved for the loss of laughter, happiness and confidence. I am so different , no longer the daughter, wife, mother , friend and neighbor of before.
I am reminded by the collage that will play such an integral part of the book I am writing “of you”
Confidence Gone- I opened up to you and my lack thereof – in Texas on another September day as you wrestled with cancer and untruths- set in a holiday setting of palm trees and sparkling waters – I spoke to you that day – unsure…
You see when a son marries he brings into his life another woman- it is very difficult in the best of circumstances for a mother to sit back and watch decisions being made that in some cases I did not agree with in a normal situation- this terrible situation we find ourselves all thrust into makes it doubly hard. But I have deferred to you both and to her “medical expertise” with this obscenity of Hodgkin’s that has engulfed us. It has been one of the hardest things in the world for me not to interfere or to put in my two cents. There have been times Chris, when I have doubted my own abilities and lost confidence in myself – I have gone against my own gut feelings and yet there is a voice that tells me to still be protective of you .
and so I continue – no longer me – no longer with hope, no longer belief in a greater all knowing supreme being, no longer happy, welcoming and confident just a transparent shell of before…. whose smile only surfaces when two little boys break through the endless night of losing you…….. the other self
This anniversary week , of what used to be love and celebration, has arrived and with it gulping pain. Gulping, because I hold my breath to stop the tears from burning my eyes, blinding me , trying to breathe and all that happens is I gulp for air as the tears flow unabated.
Chris, the day of your birth , as you left me to start a life of your own also found tears , tears of happiness , I gulped and tried to breathe as the contractions became intense , waves of pain then too, but at the end of the pain insurmountable joy. My son, you my beautiful baby boy, put into my arms for the first time.
There were wonderful birthdays that followed but I hadn’t been able to remember them because of your last birthday . Your first and then your last birthday and remembered pain
Once again in a hospital , but I was not surrounded by those that loved me, just clinical cold and vacuous clowns.
My whole being was fraught with worry that morning , my insides were shaking and sick with fear, what would they find? My son going under a surgeon’s knife – cutting into your neck to see if the obscenity of the curable cancer had once again beaten the ” treatment”.. I just wanted to go somewhere quiet away from chatter with my thoughts. I didn’t want to be polite. I just wanted peace.
They coffee clutched the time away with their frivolous discussions of fashions, cake , birthdays and celebrations seemingly without thought of how this would affect those that did truly love you ). If there ever was a time where I heard my own grandmother’s voice it was then ” Remember Loraine, breeding will out”
I wanted to scream and shake them as the grandmother decided it would be a good time for a betting game- we were all supposed to pick a time from the time your name came on the big board informing us you were now in the operating room as to how long it would take for you to be under the knife and the time of the surgery .
“Angela, (Ritchey now Murphy http://my.clevelandclinic.org/staff_directory/staff_display.aspx?DoctorID=16147 ) it isn’t fair though you can’t be part of this as being a doctor you would know the answer – giggle, giggle, giggle” Lisa what do you say? Frank? 45 minutes, 55? an hour?
and so it went.
Nikki had excused herself and I was left alone with them. I ignored the game as best I could and tried to ignore them, all the while wishing they were somewhere else – anywhere but there, but the puerile woman would not shut up –
Come on Loraine you must have a guess, join in – otherwise you won’t win! Angela , do we have time to go to the cafeteria – Loraine isn’t it your birthday too in a couple of days – it is Chris’ today isn’t it – will you have a party, what kind of cake, will your mother be baking one or two?
Shut Up! are you all so damned insensitive you can’t see your imbecilic diatribe is ripping me apart, I don’t care about your nonsensical games , I am in torment that my son will die- can’t you see our pain you stupid,selfish people?
So I haven’t even been given the gift of remembering HAPPY birthday, as the gift I received that last birthday was the gift of death.
Surrounded by the clowns of control who carried on their narcissistic thinking and behaviors until the day you died and beyond.
And yet, this week I did receive a gift of you. I don’t know why , then again maybe I do ,but a video tape ( yes a VHS tape) fell out of a bag in the garage, your father, curious, picked it up. None of us can remember how or why the tapes were in the garage of all places – the basement- I could see but why they were in the garage that sits at the end of the garden separate , full of tools and junk is beyond me.
The tape, was of your sister dancing at an event when she was 21. Your dad brought in the bag of VHS tapes and started to play them. There you were, once again, your childhood played out in the pool, on the soccer field , rowing boats , Christmas morning, skiing laughing and loving with us .
I could only watch a little bit at a time as it too caused pain that is indescribable but it affirmed to me the gift of ” her thoughts”- that Nikki and I wouldn’t like) I received from your bride Angela Marie Lombardi Ritchey Murphy ( now remarried )
you know the “healer” – the words -
“I think your intense love for Chris shielded you from getting to know who he completely was.
and not forgetting how Dr. Angela ( Ritchey) Murphy wrote 4 months after Chris’s death writing to tell me
my son although he would defend me even when I didn’t deserve it – would put me in my place-
Angela’s gift of compassion??? so thoughtfully given…..
Yes, as painful as it was to look at my son enjoying his life with his family before those cretans of control and the insidious crew of cruelty and self entered our lives- watching what I could bear to watch of those tapes only reminded me that
I knew my son and he loved us and his place was with us and still should be .
My gift to you , Chris is my heart, the truth, and your story, the book I promised to write for you !
and the hope that one day I will be able to look upon your face ……