Sunday, January 28, 2018

FARMING: A Family Tradition

Working the land is a family tradition.  Just a century ago farming was the most common occupation in the Locke and Touby families, but that has changed in the last two to three generations as young men have pursued other means of earning a living.  Although the George Locke farm is still in the family, no one in the family is directly engaged in farming any longer.


In this post, you will read wedding announcements that indicate the couples' intention to farm.  There is also a link to Settie Graf Locke's account of her family's emigration from Germany to Indiana and how they began farming.  Peter and Jane Touby established the farm where the five Touby sisters grew up, the Touby Homestead farm that their grandfather Albert had developed, and their father Emmett continued to farm.  Albert was careful to divide things carefully among his children and purchased farmland to deed to his daughters Jenny, Bess and Mary.  Jenny, did not go to high school, but had stayed home to take care of her parents Albert and Kate.  Emmett was the first to graduate from Kokomo High School, and then from Kokomo Business School.  He was farming for his father when he and Elsie Locke were married.   Like their brother Emmett, Bess and Mary took a room in Kokomo in order to attend high school.  Jenny married Ross Fennell and they farmed in Tipton Co. Bess worked for Red Cross after high school as her husband to be, Shell Lovejoy was fighting in France during WWI.  Bess and Shell married and they farmed in Taylor Twp., Howard Co.  Mary married Earl Morris and they farmed two and a half miles east of Russiaville.


Albert's diaries are filled with accounts of planting, cultivating, and harvesting.  He noted the weather, trips to town to purchase supplies, and the sale or purchase of livestock; the daily and seasonal rhythms of farming are recorded in its pages.  Church and farm were the spiritual and economic gears of the farming community.  They were also the social hub.  Helping one another plant and harvest was necessary for survival.  The church women organized quilting bees, ice cream socials, meals and assistance for families in need.

Louise and Virginia Touby both married farmers. Louise Touby married Charles Coan and they settled on a farm just south of the Touby farm in Howard Township.  Virginia Touby married Arthur Coan just after Arthur's return from WWII and begin farming the George Locke farm in Liberty Township.  Both Charles and Arthur had farmed with their father, George, as he had done with his father Abraham.  George's wife Mabel Wimmer also grew up on a farm.


Other farming posts on this blog: 

TOUBY FAMILY

Peter and Jane Touby took up farming and made their home in Howard Township, Section 9.  Peter was instrumental in building the road along his property on into Kokomo.  It was named the Touby Pike.  Peter and Jane's son Albert, and Albert's son Emmett were all farmers.

Two of the five Touby sisters, Louise and Virginia, married Coan brothers, Charles and Arthur, who both pursued farming in Howard County.

Peter and Jane Touby with their son Albert.
Their first home in Bentonville, Fayette Co., Indiana.  Albert C. Touby was born here in 1851. 
Photo c. 1919.


 From the 1877 Howard County Atlas
A photograph of the barn shown in the Atlas.
Kate and Albert C. Touby
The Albert and Kate Touby home on 500 N.
 Emmett Touby and Elsie Locke in the grove of the George Locke farm.
 Emmett Peter Touby married Elsie Locke on Christmas Eve in 1914 in the George Locke home.

 Amos and Andy
 The Touby Homestead barn
 Recent photos of the Touby farm, now owned and farmed by the Stites family.


GRAF FAMILY

Philip Graf and his wife Caroline Schaaf both came from Germany with their families.  Caroline had come to America as an eleven-year-old with her family in 1840.  Philip, who had farmed his parents' farm in Rockenhausen, took up farming in Howard County, near Plevna, Indiana.  Read Settie's account of how they cleared the land and began their life together. 



Settie Graf was the youngest daughter of Philip Graf.  She married George Luther Locke and they began farming the land his father Elias had purchased in Liberty Township, Howard County.

LOCKE FAMILY

Settie Graf Locke
George Locke


 
TAKES UP FARMING: Excerpt from Locke Family History published 1924

We do not know at what time in life he was married, nor do we know her name before marriage.  All we know is that after the War of Independence was won, that he had a companion of his choice and settled upon a farm near where the city of Frederick, MD now stands and did all in his power to help develop the country; and as time went on, there came to bless this union, four sons and two daughters.  At least, that is all of whom the writer has any knowledge.  These sons were Henry, Abraham, John and George.  I never learned the Christian names of the two daughters.  All I know is that one daughter was married to a Mr. Ott, the head of the Ott family in Preble county, O., and the other married John Etzler.

Captain Locke and his sturdy sons devoted their time to clearing the land and farming, while his wife and daughters took care of the house.  They not only kept the house, in the sense we know of today, but assisted in the fields as well as to manufacture all the linen and clothing in the house for the entire family.  They helped to gather the flax and manufacture it into linen, to shear the sheep, spin and weave the wool into blankets and cloth for clothing as well as make the clothes for both men and women.  

Another excerpt from that same account:

COMPELLED TO CLEAR LAND
When at last they reached their destination they found no houses ready to receive them, and were forced to camp in the woods until they could erect cabins in which to live, being first compelled to clear the land of timber.  It was several years before they had sufficient land cleared to raise enough to support the family.  And they were compelled to depend upon the wild game, of which there was an abundance, for a part of their food.

When we hear people complaining of the privation of which they are suffering today, we cannot help but wonder what we would have done had we lived here in that day when the people were compelled to live on corn bread almost entirely.  It was years before they could raise sufficient wheat to supply all with bread.  For fruits, they lived upon the wild fruits.  There were no orchards or vineyards.  They had no groceries to go to such as we have today.  Coffee and tea were almost unheard of luxuries.  For coffee they used parched corn or rye, and for tea they used the tender shoots of the spice bush or the bark of the sassafras.  For sugar they had us beat to a frazzle.  Instead of the sugar we get today, they went into the woods in early spring, tapped the sugar maple, caught the sap and boiled it down in the finest sweets that mortal ever tasted.

But, oh, the long dready [sic] nights in winter.  The men and larger boys would get strong all right; for they were always busy either threshing the grain or working in the deadenings, [sic] or, for recreation, they would hunt or trap.  But the women and little children, how the winter must have dragged for them!  For the neighbors were few and far between, and schools were scarce and of short duration.  How the women and children must have shuddered of a winter night when they listened to the howl of the wolf, the screech of the panther, or the hooting of the owl.  They knew if they were out in the open, unprotected, that they would not have lived long.  In the summer, the fields were infested with poisonous rattle snakes and disease lurked in every pool, malaria in the swamp.  And the dreaded milk sickness was apt to be contracted from using milk from cows that ran in the woods.  Thus, we see that they were subjected to all kinds of danger and privation.  Yet, they never faltered.  They had come to change the wilderness from a wild and desolate spot to the fertile field and beautiful home.

You need not go far to see whether they and their descendants accomplished their object.  They exterminated the dangerous animals and reptiles.  They changed the swamps to fertile fields, and have made safe a desirable spot in which to live.  We can see that Capt. Locke and his descendants have played well their parts in helping to subdue the wilderness and to build up one of the grandest and wealthiest estate [states?] of our old United States. 


COAN FAMILY


 The Christopher Wimmer family.  Mabel Wimmer Coan (far left) is holding young Charles.
 
 The George Coan farm on 500 N.
 The Coan men: George, with his sons Arthur, Robert and Charles.
 George, Charles, Arthur, Robert, Mabel and little Patricia.
 George and Mabel
Arthur guides his horse Tony as George inspects the row.

George Coan and his son, Arthur  - home on furlough from the Army - standing at the front door of Rich Valley Church.  Rich Valley Church was at the crossroads of 500 N. and 300 E. in Howard County, Indiana.  The George Coan farm was just east of the church, and the Touby Homestead farm was just down the road to the west.  Both families worshiped there.

Rich Valley Church at 500 N. - 300 E. in Howard County.
Emmett Touby and George Coan at a meeting of farmers.

CHARLES COAN

Charles Wilson Coan and Louise Touby were married on Valentine's Day in 1935 in the Touby home.  Their farm, named Fairlea Farm, was on property originally owned by Peter Touby, eventually ending up with Bess (Touby) and Shell Lovejoy.  Charles and Louise began farming there and at first rented the property from her Aunt Bess and Uncle Shell.  They later purchased the land.


The Charles Coan farm on Touby Pike (400 N. and ~225 E.)




Arthur, above, with Louise and Charles in Round Lake, Michigan.  The two brothers loved to fish.
Arthur and Charles (with his camera - he loved photography) at Jane's wedding.


ARTHUR COAN

Arthur James Coan and Virginia Touby married June 22, 1946.
 The George Locke house and barns were built in 1902 and 1903.  The beams were bored with hand drills and pegged to make the joints.
 Arthur tending his tomato crop on the morning of his wedding, June 22, 1946.
Arthur and Virginia bringing in a load of hay.  Arthur was home on furlough to help with the harvest.
Emmett Touby, David and Arthur Coan 
Arthur loved growing roses and gladiolas.
The photograph (1971) source for the drawing.
"Arthur's Hands" graphite drawing.
The two Arthurs: Arthur Coan and Artur Arques.
Artur came from Barcelona to spend the summer of 1974 in Greentown.


Wednesday, January 24, 2018

Peter Touby: a conversation between Albert Touby and his son Emmett

This account of an imagined conversation between Albert Touby and his son Emmett 
was written by Emmett's grandson, Mark Kearney in June 2005.  

 Martin and Anna (Slout) Touby parents of Peter Touby.
 Peter and Jane (Colville) Touby with Albert, their son.
 Albert and Kate (Willits) Touby, parents of Emmett.
Young Emmett Touby
The actual "juice harp" referred to in the following account.  It belonged to Emmett Touby.


Peter Touby was a farmer in eastern Howard County in the middle 1800’s.  He was born in Germany in 1824 and immigrated to America in 1844 with his parents who settled near Mansfield, Ohio.  Several Touby descendants still live in that area.  The former home of Peter’s nephew Martin Touby now serves as the “Somewhere in Time” Bed and Breakfast in Lexington, just south of Mansfield.

Peter Touby moved to Indiana in the 1850’s, first settling in Fayette County.  He moved to Howard County in 1854, ultimately establishing a homestead near Cassville.  Although primarily a farmer, he was somewhat active politically and was well-respected in the township.  He was instrumental in seeing that a good road was constructed between the farms of northeastern Howard County and the town of Kokomo.  Part of that road is known today as the Touby Pike in his honor.  A large contingency of Touby descendents still live in the Kokomo area.

The scene of this portrayal is Crown Point Cemetery, the summer of 1902.  Albert Touby and his 14-year old son Emmett are visiting the gravesite of Albert’s father, and our subject, Peter Touby.  They are on the way home from town, having just enrolled Emmett in Kokomo High School for the coming school year.  Albert is dressed in a typical 1900’s vintage suit.  Emmett wears black wool trousers, a freshly-starched white shirt (too short in the arms), suspenders, and a straw hat.  Emmett is twanging a “juice” harp as they approach.

Albert:  “Emmett Peter Touby, maybe you should refrain from your ‘music’ out of respect for your deceased ancestors...”

Emmett:  “Oh Father, it’s not that bad….”

Albert:  “Now that we have you enrolled in high school, I thought we should stop by and pay our respects.”

Emmett:  “Father, I’m really excited to be able to come to town to go to school.  I’m also a little fearful…but I promise I will make the most of it.”

Albert:  “Your grandfather always stressed the importance of a good education. He told me that the knowledge he gained in school in Germany was more valuable to him as a farmer than even as a wagon maker.”

Emmett (thinking):  “So this is Grandfather’s grave… Peter Touby…John Peter Touby…born in 1824, died in 1888, so he was 64 when he died…1888…That was the year I was born!

Albert:  “Yes, I am so sorry you never had the opportunity to know your Grandfather.  He was so very happy when you were born that there would be another Touby son to carry on our good name here in Indiana.”

Emmett:  “So he used to be a wagon maker?”

Albert:  “Yes, he learned wagon making in Germany before he came to America.  He didn’t come here until he was 20 years old, you know.  Seventy days by ship, it took your ancestors to get here.  And forty-four days of the worst storms you could imagine before they arrived in New York”

Emmett:  “Why did they come here?”

Albert:  “The way your Grandfather explained it to me…  His father did not believe a government should be able to require that you attend a certain church or demand that you train in the military.  He learned of the community of German settlers in Richland County, Ohio and of the German Church there.  So your great-grandparents, John Martin and Anna Slout Touby, came over on that ship in 1844 with their nine children including your Grandfather.  Their tenth child was born here.  You can believe that it took strong conviction to move a family that large across an ocean.

“When they reached Ohio, your great-grandfather purchased 40 acres near the German settlement in Mansfield.  Most of my aunts and uncles and cousins still live near there.”

Emmett:  “When did Grandfather come to Indiana?”

Albert:  “When he was about 26 -- around 1850 -- he moved to Fayette County.  With all of the people moving through Indiana, there was a great need there for wagon making and repair.  He had worked as a farm hand in Ohio and wanted to employ his learned profession building wagons in Indiana”

Emmett:  “Is that where he met Grandmother Touby?”

Albert:  “It didn’t take your Grandfather long to find a proper wife!  He always said he came from Germany, traveled through Ohio to get to Indiana, all to find a Pennsylvanian-born, Kentucky-reared Hoosier lady!  Jane Duncan Colville, the local tailoress.  They were married soon after he moved to Indiana, and I was born not long after.”

Emmett:  “When did you come to Howard County?”

Albert:  “I was only three or four years old, so I don’t remember very much.  I do remember leaving our nice small home in Bentonville for the wilds of Howard County.  We first lived where the Zion Church is now.  But your Grandfather learned that land was available in the Rich Valley area and was quick to move us there.  Your Grandfather was so proud of our homestead.  I hope it will be a Touby homestead for years to come.  Your aunts -- my sisters Leora and Mary -- were born there.

Emmett:  “Grandmother Touby always told me that Grandfather’s proudest moment was when he was granted citizenship.”

Albert:  “Yes, I remember it well.  It was just before the Civil War – in 1859, I believe  --  that your Grandfather took us all to a court in Marshall County.  It was a long trip, but he was so pleased to be recognized as a citizen of this country.  I remember him saying, ‘I have lived here 15 years, and now I can finally vote and have a say in how the affairs of my county, my state and my country are administered.’

 “Your Grandfather always stressed to me the duty of being active in those endeavors.  He hated the thought of war between brothers, and he always told me that true patriots need not fight in battle, but be willing to work the polls or for whatever other political opportunities exist, such that their convictions can be advanced.  Without his involvement, the pike that we travel to town and back would not exist, let alone carry our family name.”

Emmett:  “So was Grandfather a Democrat like you?”

Albert: “Yes, but by his convictions, not because he was tied to the party.  He taught me to respect everyone’s judgments because there are usually at least two sides to every story.  Respect and trust are virtues a man can never own without first diligence, and can be quickly lost with a slip of the tongue or a slight of the truth.  I’m sure if your Grandfather could speak to you from this grave, his most important message would be just that.”

Emmett:  “How did Grandfather die?”

Albert:  “That was a very sorrowful time in my life.  As you must know by now, your Mother, my dear wife Kate, was not my first wife.  My first wife, Ida Yager is buried right over there.  She died in 1880, only a year after we were married, from typhoid fever.”

Emmett:  “That’s hard for me to comprehend.”

Albert:  “I know, I haven’t discussed it much.  I was devastated, but three years later I married your Mother and she helped me learn to love life again.  Your sister Allie was born to us right away and I began to learn how important having my own family was to me.  Two years later, we were blessed by the birth of your sister Grace, but she died when she was only three.  It is so hard to lose a child, especially so young.  She’s buried right here.

“When you were born, your Grandfather was so happy.  Like I told you before, he was so overjoyed to have a Grandson to carry on the Touby name in Indiana.”

Emmett:  “But, how did Grandfather die??”

Albert:  “Your Grandfather was so young at heart.  Not long after you were born, he was intent one day on going to a barbeque picnic in Peru.  It was a grand fall day when he left, but your Grandmother was convinced that it would rain before he would return home.  He traveled alone and just as you might expect, your Grandmother was correct about the weather -- your Grandmother is always correct about the weather. The cold, damp storm set in as he commenced home.  Of course, he was too stubborn to find room and board in Peru, and came home in the midst of that cold rain.  The day following, he had a bad cough.

“It did us little concern until about two days later, when your Grandmother told us his fever was quite high and she had sent for the physician.  The doctor did not believe your Grandfather’s condition to be critical, but he never recovered.  He died a week later.  And the man who had the strongest mind, the strongest character, and the strongest will that I have ever known was gone.”

Emmett:  “I wish that I could have known him.”

Albert:  “I wish that too, son.  Your Grandfather taught me so many things about farming, about raising crops and livestock, about maintaining the dairy and the orchards.  He taught me the love of working with wood.  He would be so proud to see that the Rich Valley Christian Church that he dreamed of is now a reality.

“The ideals he stressed most were honesty, integrity, love of God, and respect for our neighbors.  Those things were most important to him and I would do a disservice to his memory if I didn’t stress them to you.  I was his only son, and now that you have only sisters, you are my only son.  You will be the next Touby to carry those ideals forward.  I trust that you will take them seriously.”

(Emmett and Albert start to walk away)

Emmett:  “I will, Father, I will.  Well, we should commence going home.  Mother will be upset if we are tardy for dinner.  And, you know when we left, Grandmother Touby said she could feel a rainstorm coming on…”

Friday, December 15, 2017

The Coan Family Album 2017

For Christmas this year I created a family album for my mother, who at 94, finds it difficult to see small photographs. This large format album will bring loved ones near to her at Christmas and all year long. Merry Christmas!

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Water Conservation

Today, March 23, 2017, is World Water Day. Conservation runs deep in our family. My Great-grandmother, Settie Graf Locke, spoke to a Howard County, IN group about water conservation in 1948.  She would have been 80 then!