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I had promised the last of the Lorain Gillmores- Peggy I would one day write about her illustrious family for the www. In 2007 Peggy joined us in the Bicentennial Celebration of the founding of this settlement which eventually became Lorain.
Peggy posed with the “reenactor” of her famous relative “General Quincy Adams Gillmore”
Speaking with Peggy over the years , I know, she felt perturbed the home town of General Quincy Gillmore did very little to recognize his contribution to this nation and also the fact her family was barely recognized, except by a few, as to their contribution to bringing Lorain into being.
There is no plaque in the the oldest park,now known as Veterans Park
from whence sprung a community recognizing the founding fathers or its importance to the history of this community.
“(Lorain) content(s) itself with the scant available records of this period, preceding the 16th day of July 1834, when a tiny map somewhat crude according to present day standards (1926) was presented to the county recorder for public record “
This was the Durand Map of May 10th 1834
Mr. Meyer refers to this as “our corporate birth certificate”
On July 2nd 1834 Conrad and Abigail Reid, Daniel and Sophia Baldwin, Quartus and Elizabeth Gilmore, Barna Meeker and Ann Meeker appeared before Frederick Whittlesesy (Justice of the Peace) and acknowledge the map to be a true plat of the town.
PDF File of the Lorain In Retrospect by Jacob Meyer 1926
Gillmore was honored by his hometown on April 27, 1922 – the one-hundredth-birthday anniversary of General U. S. Grant. The Nathan Perry Chapter, Daughters of the American Revolution planted a memorial tree and dedicated a plaque in Lakeview Park in Lorain, near the site of the house in which Gillmore was born.
The plaque, which was placed on a large boulder, read, “This tree is planted and this boulder erected in memory of Quincy A. Gillmore, major-general in the Union army, war of 1861-65. Dedicated by Nathan Perry Chapter, Daughters of the American Revolution.”
The replacement tablet in Lakeview Park
Sadly, the original plaque was later stolen. It was replaced in recent years with a replica plaque with slightly different wording, and the “new” monument was relocated to a special area in the park designed for historical markers.
Of all the 1,000 acres deeded to the Gillmore family in 1811/1812 the only parcel left still in the Gillmore family was the home of Peggy Gillmore, on the corner of 4th and Oberlin. This little house built with pride and loving care has held the memories of the Gillmores.
Original photo 403 Oberlin Ave. from the artifacts from Peggy
It is a testament to Peggy’s remaining family the house this spring and summer the home has been re painted landscaped and re roofed – The lovely side porch (4th street side), added at a later date- a place where Peggy loved to sit of an evening once again fly’s the flag she loved so much.
In amongst the family portraits, bibles and books – an old map hand drawn in pencil. The map, fading and barely readable now, (of an unspecified date) shows the neighbors of the time referred to as Little John Brown” – One Arm John Brown residing where the old Irving School, now Constellation Charter School, now stands.
The property of Barna Meeker, Baldwin, NB Gates who wrote of the great railroad scandal of the 1836-38 where Charleston Village “died a borning”
Dejavu seven Perry
The Elyria Republican (N.B. Gates) states that in 1836 State Engineer Dodge came in from Coshocton “As the engineers came down real estate went up …. All the Black River clerical force was again employed writing land contracts…. We all dabbled in city lots more or less, and nearly everybody in Black River and a good many in Elyria got rich – on paper- in a very short time. H.C Stevens claimed to be worth half a million- in fact we were all rich”
And then the bottom fell out
The Ohio Railroad scheme resulted in total failure for this community. Such was the shame attached to such speculation that the people wished to revert back to the name of Black River and to thereby blot from record and memory the event.
Major Hammond wrote in the Black River Commercial “It (Charleston) died without a struggle. Its hotels were practically closed, its merchants departed, its warehouse were almost given away to farmers for barns and fences, and even its corporate organization was abandoned; its name blotted out by common consent, and its memory placed in the category of western paper city failures”
Their buildings and properties handwritten on a map that is quickly disintegrating .
And so my dilemma continues…. the map should be preserved, the portrait of General Gillmore still watches me from the dining room, the family geneology bears testament to a family of “founders” , and then the print from 1890 -
The 54th Massachusetts
Among the troops who assaulted Ft. Wagner was the 54th Massachusetts, a regiment of African-Americans led (as required by regulation) by white commissioned officers. Gillmore had ordered that his forces be integrated and that African-Americans were not to be assigned menial tasks only, such as KP or latrine duty, but instead they were to carry arms into battle. They and their assault on Ft. Wagner were the subject of the 1989 Civil War movie Glory, which starred Morgan Freeman and Matthew Broderick.
to be explored further in Part 7.
But if Lorain does not appreciate the Gillmore connection maybe a home outside Lorain??? Part One http://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2014/09/05/general-quincy-a-gillmore-the-dining-room-dilemna/
TO BE CONTINUED Thanks to Matt Weisman, Dan Brady, Renee Dore for their help in this series.
George Schneider , a relatively young man, passed away in his home, one of the hundreds he owned in Lorain and Elyria.
He was , according to Kent Sutton during a recent discussion with me
“really nice guy”
. Friends have extolled his virtues and contributions to the German culture .
I never personally met George . I only know George from my neighborhood through his properties, which leave a lot to be desired. I have written about George extensively over the years – Go to the search box in the right hand corner of this page and type in George Schneider.
George has left Lorain a legacy, a legacy of properties that are for the most part in poor shape.
George’s unexpected passing reminds us of the death of Lewis Strnad .
when I was the volunteer Mainstreet Lorain Director, on occasion. He too, seemed like a nice guy. However, he was also a multi property owner and we are STILL dealing with his legacy. He is STILL listed on the Lorain County Auditors Site as the owner of over 30 properties 4 YEARS after his death.
One property 138 Washington , a historical property , being Mayor King’s House – I have written about the frustration of getting the garbage picked up etc of this house - which is due to now be demolished –
Finally, after weeks of emails etc.and contact with the city just to remove the trash bags from the outside.
Sent: Friday, May 10, 2013 12:46 PM
Subject: Re: Permission Washington Avenue
On behalf of the estate you have permission to access the property described below for the purposes described below without any liability upon the estate for anything whatsoever.
Shia N. Shapiro
Attorney for the estate of Lewis Strnad.
The issue to me now becomes WHO IS ACCOUNTABLE NOW THE OWNER IS DECEASED. To even get permission for volunteers to go on the property to take away the trash away from 138, Washington , owned by Mr. Strnad’s estate took letters,lawyers and weeks. And still the issues continue.
This house, situated on lot #76 of the original Charleston Village Plat, may date to the decade of the 1860’s ( possibly earlier) It appears on an 1874 map of Charleston Village by R.H. Penfield. The middle section of lot #76 ( on which this house stands) was sold in 1858 and again in 1861 to Julia Porter ( Grantor Julia D Root)
In 1874, Porter sold the property to Henry J. King, a salt water sailor and farmer who immigrated from England at the age of 25. This property remained in the King Family (ED NOTE- Not the King family of Admiral Ernest J King renown) with out-side ownership 1876-1882.
FRANK JOSEPH KING, son of Henry King lived in this house possibly as early as 1876 ( documented from 1891) and remained there until ca 1915.
F.J. KING was elected mayor of Lorain in 1902 and was one of only two Lorain mayors ( ED Note at the time of the survey in 1993) to suceed himself in office. He did so twice and served until 1912
Now Mr. Strnad’s properties were a fraction of the hundreds that George owns and some ,in my opinion, deployable condition. WHAT NOW ?????
GEORGE HAS LEFT LORAIN A LEGACY and I have a feeling a myriad of legal problems as to who will step in the take accountability for these properties. Maybe his business partners
or Lake Erie Landlords Association will step in. Somehow I think George’s Legacy to Lorain is going to be ongoing and frustrating, just as Lew Strnad’s continues to be.
NOTE this research was as of : May 27th 2014 – and can be found in the post
PROPERTY OWNERS AND NUMBER OF PROPERTIES OWNED
GEORGE SCHNEIDER = (Under his own name) = 164
G AND S PROPERTIES = (INCLUDING Jay Metals 1965 E 28th) 3
GNS PROPERTIES = 1
GEORGE (misspelled ) SCHNEIDER= 6
Also affiliated with
REDS ALL AMERICAN RECYCLING = ( David Carter) = 52
DAVID CARTER= 12
Also affiliated with
FGSK PROPERTIES (inc Gustav AND Anna Krause) = 19
GUSTAV KRAUSE = 12
ANNA KRAUSE = 6
TOTAL PROPERTIES FOR THIS GROUPING = 275
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 ……