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Notes for Joseph Livernois, ---- - ----

From "It Flew Through the Air Singing" and other stories from the childhood of Gertrude Carpenter Patchin Huff: [presumably the Joe Livernois whose note this is was a descendant of "Grandma's forebears" as referred to in the following story]

Grandma would tell us of her forebears - one who escaped from a French Man o'War in the Florida swamps. His name was Joe Livernois. He had been "pressed" - taken by force - onto the ship from his home in France. He hid in a hollow log with his nose just above water, until he heard them shoot off the guns signalling the men to give up the hunt. He was taken in and nursed back to health by settlers, married their girl and later migrated to Minnesota.

There he made friends with the Indians, but one day they got mad cause he wouldn't buy more meat. One Indian took Joe down to his canoe by the river, and showed him moose meat. When Joe refused to buy any, the Indian came at him with a knife saying "Now me moose you!". Joe killed him instantly by bringing his huge fists down on either side of the Indian's head. Then he put the Indian in his canoe and sent it down the river. He ran back to the cabin, gathered his wife and children, and escaped into the woods. They stayed there all night, and watched fearfully while a band of Indians burned down their cabin.

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Gertrude Carpenter used to say that the Livernois family "used to own half of Michigan." A main thoroughfare out of Detroit is named for the family. The locals pronounce it as "liver-noise", but the family name is actually pronounced "lih-vern'-way".

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From web site:

1820 Federal Population Census Wayne County, Michigan
Filed in the office of the Clerk of the Supreme Court July 25,1821. Clk.

The number of Persons within my Division, consisting of the County of Wayne, in the Territory of Michigan, appears in a schedule hereto annexed, subscribed by me, this 25th day of November in the year one thousand eight hundred and twenty.

Benj. F. H. Witherell, Assistant to the Marshal of the Terr. of Michigan

Schedule of the whole number of Persons within the Division allotted to Benjamin F. H. Witherell
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Livernois, Joseph
white males under 10.....1
white males 19-25.....2
white males 26-44.........1
white females 16-25.......1
persons engaged in agriculture......2

Notes for Reuben Bennett, 4 May 1891 - Mar 1972

From "It Flew Through the Air Singing" and other stories from the childhood of Gertrude Carpenter Patchin Huff:

One day we went with my Uncle Reub to look at his bear trap in a deep ravine. He had a horse and gig. He had a bear in a trap but then another bear took after us. We just had time to hang onto the back of the gig, since my uncle was so scared that he forgot all about my brother and me!

This same uncle took us on a three day berry-picking while he cut hay. We slept in an old barn on the hay and he got us up at sunrise and made us wash our faces in the dew and at night taught us to play seven-up by the light of a lantern and then rebuked us for not getting more than two bushels of berries! He made his living trapping foxes and beavers and otters and selling a saddle of venison now and then. We never knew what beef was like, as my uncles kept us supplied with venison and rabbits. We even ate bear meat and beaver.

Notes for Samuel Bennett, about 1884 - ----

From "It Flew Through the Air Singing" and other stories from the childhood of Gertrude Carpenter Patchin Huff:

Then my older uncle would ask me to read about Jesse James, who was a hero to him. My uncle had had his hand blown off with a giant firecracker one Fourth of July and never went back to school, but he was full of the wisdom of the woods.

... About that time my uncle Sam had his hand blown off with what he thought was a dud. He was only twelve years old and they found him praying by his bed. They finally got a doctor and he had to cut off his hand - gave him chloroform.

From remembrance of Gerald Michaels, told to Shel Michaels, he had an uncanny ability to walk silently through the forest.

From remembrance of Jane Michaels, told to Shel Michaels, Sam used to trap beavers, etc. on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. One winter, while far, far from civilization, he developed acute appendicitis. He was alone, and it was "do or die." He did...that is to say, he built a big fire, sterilized his skinning knife, and performed an appendectomy on himself!!

From writing on back of July, 1940 photo of Sam and Jane Patchin Michaels: "He is known as the best wolf trapper in Michigan."

Notes for Mosierann Livernois, ---- - ----

From "It Flew Through the Air Singing" and other stories from the childhood of Gertrude Carpenter Patchin Huff:

My Grandma! Her name was Annie. That is what she called herself, but it really was more than that. Her daddy, since this was his first-born, and since he was very religious, wanted a boy and was going to name him Moses. He compromised and called her Mosierann. Mosierann Livernois (pronounced Livarnway). That always intrigued me and I thought it was much prettier than just "Annie." She was the oldest of ten and he christened each one by taking the baby out into the fields, shooting his gun into the air three times, and saying "I christen thee". They lived in the wilds of Minnesota in the 1850's. Now she was left a widow and mother of nine and lived on a homestead in the U.P. of Michigan. I stayed with her off and on, and was never happier. It was just a little clearing in the woods with a one room log house, but it was so exciting.

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Grandma would tell us of her forebears - one who escaped from a French Man o'War in the Florida swamps. His name was Joe Livernois. He had been "pressed" - taken by force - onto the ship from his home in France. He hid in a hollow log with his nose just above water, until he heard them shoot off the guns signalling the men to give up the hunt. He was taken in and nursed back to health by settlers, married their girl and later migrated to Minnesota. There he made friends with the Indians, but one day they got mad cause he wouldn't buy more meat. One Indian took Joe down to his canoe by the river, and showed him moose meat. When Joe refused to buy any, the Indian came at him with a knife saying "Now me moose you!". Joe killed him instantly by bringing his huge fists down on either side of the Indian's head. Then he put the Indian in his canoe and sent it down the river. He ran back to the cabin, gathered his wife and children, and escaped into the woods. They stayed there all night, and watched fearfully while a band of Indians burned down their cabin.

When Grandma was first married the Indians used to stop and ask for food, as they lived on the edge of a little town. So they would give them a meal - but one day four Indians came and afterward went to sleep by the fire. My grandfather was afraid to have them stay all night so he got his baby who had chicken pox, held him out, woke up one Indian and said "Smallpox! Smallpox!". Well they were scared of smallpox so the one woke up the others, they took their blankets and camped out in the swamps that night and never bothered him again.

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When Grandma was a girl she got among a lot of snakes while picking berries and she prayed "Lord, if you get me from these snakes I'll serve you all my life!" and she did just that. Even preached in churches. She wouldn't even wear a belt with a jet buckle for fear God would think her vain, and was shocked to see women wearing blouses with arms bare to the elbow.

Notes for William Bennett, ---- - ----

From "It Flew Through the Air Singing" and other stories from the childhood of Gertrude Carpenter Patchin Huff:

I never knew my grandpa - Dancing Billy Bennett they called him when he traveled with shows. One of the shows was Buffalo Bill Cody's Wild West Show. He had medals for tap dancing. He taught his children to sing in a quartet with just a penny whistle. He could whip up a horse, kick off his shoes, and run and jump on the horse's back and ride standing up. He was strong too - he once won a big hog in a bet by carrying it home on his back over a distance of miles in the middle of a raging blizzard. He threw it on the table and said "There! You're mine, me son."

He would take my mother out behind the barn and teach her skirt dances - grandma didn't believe in dancing.

Notes for John Craig Patchin, 4 Feb 1951 - ----

From Shriner's Hospital web site, July 2, 2001:
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J. Craig Patchin appointed Intermountain administrator

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J. Craig Patchin, a 24-year veteran of healthcare administration with the U.S. Air Force, has been named the new administrator of the Intermountain Shriners Hospital in Salt Lake City.

Patchin, who assumed his responsibilities in July, comes to Shriners Hospitals after serving nearly two years as deputy command surgeon and senior administrator at the Air Combat Command at Langley Air Force Base in Virginia. Prior to that, he was chief of medical manpower and organization for the Air Force Medical Service, responsible for 158 medical programs worldwide.

From 1990-93, he served as chief executive officer and administrator at Hill Air Force Base Hospital in Ogden, Utah.

During his first 13 years in the Air Force, Patchin held a number of hospital administrative positions in such locations as San Antonio and San Angelo, Texas, and in South Korea.

Patchin earned his bachelor's degree in business management in 1973 from the U.S. Air Force Academy and his master's degree in public health administration in 1979 from the University of Missouri.

He currently serves as a diplomate for the American College of Healthcare Executives. He was presented the Award of Excellence from the Alaskan Air Command and in 1990, and from the American College of Healthcare Executives in 1993.

Notes for Elizabeth Prudence Wakely, 4 Jul 1820 - 6 Jun 1902
She spelled her surname both Wakeley and Wakely. In fact, in responding to a questionnaire from Oberlin, she specifically corrected the spelling from Wakeley to Wakely, but still spelled her parents names Wakeley. [Shel Michaels]

DIARY OF ELIZABETH PRUDENCE WAKELEY PATCHIN

Manchester, Feb. 1889 My daughter has expressed a desire that I will write a sketch of my life. I cannot think it would be interesting to anyone if written in detail. But an outline might be a good exercise for my memory and useful to my children.
I learned from my parents that I was born in New Hartford, a suburb of Utica, Oneida Co., N.Y. July 4, 1820 was the date of my birth. My parents were both born and reared in Connecticut. My mother was left motherless at the age of three years. Her father, Henry Thompson, I infer was not a strong man although a member of the Presbyterian Church and morally upright. He lacked judgment and was unable to train and direct his motherless children. Her mother was a Stodard and descended from old Solomon Stodard. Anthony Stodard, who preached 40 years in Woodbury, Conn., was my mother's great grandfather and cousin of Jonathan Edwards. Thus it appears that there were both religion and intellect in the family line of my mother. She was brought up in the Presbyterian Church. Her father, at his marriage, had started with wealth and high position, but lost both and his children were not only deprived of a mother but of advantages for education and of the position in society they should have inherited.
On the 27th of August, 1846, the day after my graduation from Oberlin College, I was married to John Patchin, who graduated from the same class with me. We had been engaged a year and a half. Was this the initiatory step to a teacher's life for which I had been preparing?

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July 22, 1859 This morning I took my husband to Ann Arbor to take the cars for the west. [so in 1859 lived near Ann Arbor, Mich.]

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August 18, 1861 The land is filled with consternation and mourning. Civil war with all its horrors, so long a matter of conjecture, is now an appalling reality. What will be the termination we can but dimly conjecture.

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July 4, 1862 My 42nd birthday. Thus time flies, bringing its tribulations, its blessings. Little did I imagine one short year ago what would be my circumstances now. My pleasant home burned down, many things which I thought necessary to my comfort and convenience, even to my respectability, things dear to me by long association, and the gifts of dear friends are consumed and a dreaded event awaits me soon. This has been a year of trials to me, and I should say of blessings too.

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Oct. 8, 1864 Today my dear husband preached his last sermon here in Lodi. Yes, this part of our lives is finished. The record of the past nine years is written for good or ill. It must stand. Soon we are to leave this place. It has been a sad day for the congregation. Many wept at the thought of being separated from their Pastor. This will be an eventful period in our history. Did we act wisely in leaving Lodi? It is a question that will often be revolved in our minds when far removed from these pleasant scenes. It is a question our children will often ask in the future. May God in His infinite mercy guide us..

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April 16, 1865 Today the funeral sermon of Abraham Lincoln was preached in our church. What a sad day is this for our afflicted nation. O, when will these horrors cease? Is it not enough for the wretched traitors of this land that thousands upon thousands of our bravest and best citizens have been sacrificed as victims to their fiendish rebellion? Now, goaded to desperation by their military failures and reverses they have struck down the idol of our nation, and a nation's heart is throbbing with grief and indignation. Infatuated miscreants, you have struck down the noble ruler that would have extended to you forgiveness, that would have requited mercy for malice, that would have granted amnesty for past injuries. O Lincoln, the great and good, a nation mourns thy untimely departure from the midst of its counsels, and future generations will record thy name with that of Washington in the annals of history as one that a nation delights to honor.
We have now been six months in Owasso. I have no reason to complain of the place or the people.

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1893
Another of my blessings was my visit to the great World's Fair in Chicago with Lottie and family, and the meeting with my brother from Omaha.

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OBERLIN ALUMNI MAGAZINE
ELIZABETH PRUDENCE WAKELY-PATCHIN was born in New Hartford, New York, July 4, 1820. She came to Oberlin from Carlisle, Ohio in 1842, and entered the College department, graduating from the classical course in 1846. August 26 of the same year she married Rev. John Patchin, also a graduate with the class of 1846, who died December 11, 1901. Mr. and Mrs. Patchin both taught in the Raisin Institute at Raisin, Michigan during the two years following their graduation, and Mrs. Patchin subsequently taught at Grass Lake, where Mr. Patchin was a pastor from 1850 to 1855. Mrs. Patchin died at North Olmsted, Ohio on the 6th day of June, 1902.

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Don't know for sure if it's Elizabeth, but the Delphic Literary Society, of Hiram College, Reunion Handbook 1875, p.39 lists as one of its members E. Patchin of Chardon, Ohio. (as well, they list L.T.Patchin of Burton, Ohio and S.Patchin, Fancy Goods Merchant, of Chardon, Ohio) Source:web site

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In Debates and Proceedings of the Constitutional Convention of the State of Michigan, 1867, p.425, we see that Elizabeth P. Patchin of Owasso, and 135 other ladies in the city of Owasso, petitioned that a provision be inserted in the new Constitution prohibiting the granting of licenses for the sale of intoxicating liquors.

Notes for Levi Tomlinson, 15 Feb 1751/52 - 4 Mar 1831

From "Sketches of the Life of John Patchin":

October 27, 1796 he was married to Betsy Tomlinson, daughter of Deacon Levi Tomlinson, of Derby, Connecticut. The Tomlinsons were formerly the possessors of considerable wealth, but lost heavily by Spanish privateers in the time of the revolution. The government of the U. S. preferred claim against Spain for damages done to our citizens. These claims were allowed and quite a sum was apportioned to the company with which grandfather was connected. But court expenses and lawyer's fees reduced the amount, and the heirs being numerous, no one of them received a very large portion.
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My grandfather Tomlinson was a man of sterling principles and of decided piety. His kindred, of whom I knew quite a number, were men and women of similar character.

Notes for Betsy Amelia Tomlinson, 30 Nov 1775 - 29 Aug 1844

From "Sketches of the Life of John Patchin":

Mother [this would be Betsy] was a woman of superior worth. She became a Christian in youth and a spirit of earnest piety was manifest ever after in her life. She remained steadfast in the faith as taught by her father and continued a member of the orthodox church to the day of her death. I remember hearing her say when I was a boy that it was her earnest prayer that she might live to see all her children become Christians, a prayer which was answered, though she waited for the answer many years. In 1832 Father and four of my brothers were hopefully converted in a protracted meeting held in Clarenden, conducted by Rev. Lucius Foote. The rest of us professed religion at various times.
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Mother [this would be Betsy] was remarkable for her industry and for the amount of work she accomplished. For many years she carded the wool and tow, hatcheled the flax, spun the yarn and thread, wove the cloth to clothe her large family. My sister Abagail, my only sister who lived to maturity, was married young, so she could not have aided mother much in household work. The principal help mother had in the house was a girl, Sarah Hamilton, adopted by our folks when she was quite young. With her help mother managed to get along with the work required in our large family. Three meals a day for eight hearty boys required no little work. The husband and eight boys must have shirts, pants, vests, coats, and overcoats, woolen in winter, linen in summer, all from cloth woven by her own hand on her own loom. "She took wool and flax and worked willingly with her hands. She rose also while it was yet night and gave meat to her household." During the short days, she had breakfast by candlelight. "She laid her hands to the spindle and her hand held the distaff. She looked well to the ways of her household and ate not the bread of idleness. Her children rose up and called her blessed, her husband also and he praised her." "She was truly a virtuous woman and her price was far above rubies."
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My brother Linson was attacked with the same fever but recovered. Brother Augustus had a severe run of the fever but also recovered. After Horatio's death I commenced preparations for returning to Oberlin as the time of commencement was near and I wished to enter the junior class at that time. But my mother was suddenly attacked with the fever and I could not leave till we should see how it would terminate. It terminated all too soon. She had been broken of her rest a good deal watching Horatio, Linson and Augustus during their illness, and when the fever came to her she had not strength to resist it. On the night of the 29th of August, about midnight one of the watchers called to me, "John, we think that your mother cannot live but a little while."

I was soon at her bedside and said, "Mother, are you going to leave us?"
She faintly answered, "Yes."
I then bent over her to hear if possible one more word from her lips. Not in vain did I listen, for I heard her distinctly say, "Grace is sufficient." She did not speak again, but these, her last words, still abide in my heart, a treasure more precious than gold.
Our good minister, Mr. Witter, preached her funeral sermon. We buried her in a small rural cemetery in the northwest part of the township of Burton. This cemetery lot of about three acres was situated on a slight elevation of ground that our folks settled on when they first moved to Ohio. My grandparents, parents, and several of my kindred are buried there.

Notes for Eleazer Prindle, 7 Jun 1669 - about 1713

Web site states:

He settled in Milford, at a place called Burwell's farms, and was one of the original proprietors of New Milford, in 1712. He was a blacksmith and preacher.

...of his parents in their latter days, and was 21 years old when his father died. In 1697 he and his mother sold ten acres from the north end of the homestead to Joseph Smith. His mother probably died about 1700-01, and in1702 Eleazer sold the house and remaining land, of seven and one-half acres, to Isaac Jones and Gershom Brown, of New Haven.

...taken steps toward locating in Milford, influenced doubtless by the settlement there of his brothers Samuel and Ebenezer. In 1701 he bought four and one-half acres in Oyster Meadow Plain of Jeremiah Canfield, and in 1702 as much more of John Ford in the same neighborhood, and probably married soon after.

...Bronson, one of the first settlers of Waterbury, Ct. He was appointed guardian of the children for their father's estate, and Joseph Prindle, of West Haven, for their estate at Oranage by Stratford River, which they inherited from their maternal grandfather, Thomas Andrews.

Notes for Elizabeth Bennett, 1612 - 10 Mar 1680/81

Web site states:

STEPHEN IGGLEDEN, baptized at Biddenden 17 Jan. 1607/8, died about 1638. He married at Biddenden, 30 Nov. 1628, to ELIZABETH BENNETT. She came with her children to New England in the summer of 1638 in the Castle. which brought a company from Tenterden and vicinity, among them Peter Branch of Halden, co. Kent (which lies between Tenterden and Biddenden), who died on the voyage and by his will, dated 16 June 1638 and probated at Boston, left a reversionary bequest to "widowe Igleden the late wife of Stephen Igleden or to his children or to her children she had by him." She settled at Roxbury, Mass., where as "Widdow Ingulden" she appears in a list of proprietors in 1639. Three years later her marriage appears in Roxbury: "Joseph Patching and Elizabeth Ingulden, Apr.. 10," 1642. On 20 Oct. 1646 "Egeleden daughter in law to Joseph Patchen she was about 10 y. old, she dyed of a paine first in her head, then in her back" [Roxbury Church Records]. "Goodwife Patchin a poor old woman" joined the Roxbury Church 14 Mar. 1649/50, and her two sons Joseph and John Patchen were baptized. Joseph Patchen removed in 1651 to Fairfield, Conn.

Notes for Mary Morehouse, about 1646 - ----

Possibly daughter of Thomas Morehouse and first wife. Isabel Keeler probably not mother of his children.[Patch p. 17]

Notes for Jacob Patchin, 1663 - 15 Feb 1748/49

Jacob Patchen was made freeman, Mar. 18, 1689, and in 1692 was appointed administrator of the estate of Samuel Grumman, late of Fairfield. 1692/3, Samuel Adams purchased from Jacob Patchen, with consent of his wife, part of the long lot laid out to John Grumman dec'd.

Mar. 24 1694/5, his wife renewed her covenant, and Aug. 3, 1746, admitted to full communion; Mar. 24, 1694/5, her daughter, Mary Brumman, was baptized, with Joseph and Abigail Patchen, children of her second marriage. The will of William Hubbard, dated Oct.10, 1702, probated Nov.25, 1702, reads, in part: "I William Hubbard give my son-in-law Jacob Patchen my cloak and the clothes I now have on and the best pair of shoes I have. And to my daughter Mary Patchen the bed I lie on and the appurtenances thereto. . .All residue one half to daughter Mary Patchen and one half to daughter Sara Bennit. I give the residue of my wearing clothes herein not before disposed of unto my son-in-law Thomas Bennit. I give unto my son William Hubbard meadows at Greenwich."

As there are several mentions made of Jacob Patchen in the Fairfield church records, we give them as of interest to his decendants, although as he had moved to Norwalk, Wilton Parish, before Nov.13, 1746, on which date he 'of Norwalk' conveyed to son Jacob, Sr. may have continued in the Fairfield church.
Mar. 11, 1727, Jacob Patchen to be seated in the third long seat in meeting house;
Mar. 2, 1730, 'The Society did agree to give Jacob Patchen 8 pounds 15 shillings he finding Mr. Sturgeon a sofishent suply of firewood for year Insewing,'
Dec.7,1733, 'Jacob Patchen to be Seated in Second long Seat;'
Jan. 9, 1744, 'Society made choice of Jacob Pachin to collect ye Society rate and have 19 shillings for his trouble also minister's rate and have for his trouble 14 shillings;'
Dec. 19, 1745, 'Jacob Pachin to collect minister's rate and to have 35 shillings for it';
Dec. 4, 1746, 'It was voted to give Jacob Pachin one hundred and fifty pounds old tennor to finish their meeting House Galeryes agreeable unto ye Lord's work';
July 13, 1749, 'The meeting house thirty and five pounds;'
Dec. 1, 1749, 'It was voted that the thirty five pounds given Jacob Patchen be put in Mr. Gaylord's rate and gathered by sd. collector;'

Jacob Patchen died Feb. 15, 1750, aged about 88 years;
A Jacob Patchin died Apr.4, 1764, aged about 60 years.

New Meeting house 'galleries were finished by Jacob Patchen in 1747 with good white wood and white oak boards' - Olmstead, p. 21.
Dec. 28, 1752, Mr. Jacob Patchen on School Committee;
Dec. 12, 1757, Jacob Patchen on committee to adjust accounts in respect to a pound (for stray cattle) near Split Rock.

The manual of members of the Fairfield Congregational church includes several of the Patchen name, as follows: 1733, Joseph Pachin, Mary, his wife, Jacob Patchin; 1737, wife of Jacob Patchin; 1745, Jacob Patchen; 1752, Thaddeus Patchen, Sarah Stuart; 1755, Isaac Patchen, Betty (Stone), his wife; 1756, James Olmstead, Mary (Patchen), his wife; 1757, Jabez Patchen and wife; 1758, Josiah Williams, Margaret (Patchen), his wife.[PATCH]

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[don't know which Jacob this is, SBM]
Accession Number: 1975.752 Title:
Sitter: Patchen, Jacob Artist: Northall, H K
Classification: Painting Materials: Oil
Date: Circa 1825 Dimensions:
Current Owner: Brooklyn Historical Society Acquisition: Gift of Stryker, F B, 1865

Notes for David Patchin, 1746 - 4 Oct 1792

From "Sketches of the Life of John Patchin":

My father [ie. John Patchin's father], Eleazer Patchin, was born in Fairfield, Connecticut on February 18, 1772. He told me but little in regard to his father [this would be David]. I only remember one incident. In 1758 General Putnam, with a few hundred troops, was sent to watch the hostile French and Indians in the neighborhood of Ticonderoga. Returning from his expedition he was surprised by a body of the enemy and a severe battle ensued.

Putnam was taken prisoner though our troops finally gained the victory. The battle was fought man to man. The Indians took their places each one behind a tree, and picked off our men with their rifles as they could find opportunity. Our troops had to adopt the same mode of warfare. Grandfather found himself opposed to an Indian warrior about four rods distant. Bending his head to one side to get a view of his enemy, the Indian fired. The bullet, passing between his head and the tree, cut bark from the tree and a lock of hair from grandfather's head. The Indian's rifle being now empty, grandfather ran quickly to the tree that sheltered him, while the Indian ran for a safer shelter, which however he never reached, for a well aimed bullet from the white man's rifle gave him his final quietus. Such is the savagery of war.

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All the following is from the Patchin-en Family Association: John W. & Lucille Patchen, 3201 St. Francis Blvd. NW, Anoka, MN 55303-1017, as provided by Carole Binnig:

David Patchin Campaign, 3rd. Regt., Col. David Wooster, 5th Company, Capt. Hubbell. Enl. Apr. 9, 1759, Dis. Dec. 3--Oct. 4, 1762 in first trainband in Fairfield. Mar. 16, 1776, enl. Marines, was in Brigade Defense Service. Oct. 5, 1777 to Oct. 30, Capt. Stillmons Co., pd. to Nov. 22, 1781, St. John Regt. of Light Inf. that marched to Southward under the command of the Marquise de La Fayette, name of David Patchin appears as private. Conn. Hist. Soc., Col I, Vol. x., p. 352 no date.

From the Wheeler Journal, page 28, we quote: "My wife had a greatuncle (uncle) (David Patchin) an experienced marksman at shooting pigeons every Fall, who was used to such sport as this, having been in the old French war, -- when under Abercrombie. His righthand man (as he has often told it) was shot down twice in one day & then he had seven shots when he took as he said as good sight as ever he did at pigeons, -- the last time at one that came round the corner of the house about three rods distance. He saw him drop, & then, under cover of the smoke of the whole volley which the British poured in upon them, retreated, & when that left him, skulked behind a rock where the balls struck spat! spat! in the manner of hail; but soon under cover of more smoke, he came off safely." . . . (Battle of Ridgefield) Apr. 24, 1777.

David Patchin's house struck, May 14, 1782 (Wheeler Journal, p. 37). Dec. 13, 1792, administration of his estate was granted to his widow Elizabeth, William Morehouse, surety; witness, John Gray, Eliphalet Dikkeman; inventory, Apr. 21, 1793, L42-2-9. The six children, with the husband of the two daughters, joined in a conveyance, Dec. 30, 1803.

Refs: Wheeler Journal. Hull Gen. p. 32. Jacobus' Fairfield Famlies. Hurd's Fairfield. Fairfield Hist. Soc. recs. Patchin Family Bible, Sage & Clough, M.Y., 1803, in possession of Mrs. John W. Patchin, Traverse City, Mich.
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Notes for Eleazer Patchin, 18 Feb 1772 - 19 Apr 1854

All the following are from "Sketches of the Life of John Patchin" (ie. where "Father" is mentioned, it's referring to the Eleazer Patchin whose notes these are):

In the war of the revolution the British sent a marauding army into Connecticut which laid waste the country and burned several thriving villages. Among the villages was Fairfield, my father's [Eleazer's] native place. When the British approached the people were panic stricken. There was great bustle and confusion in the hurry of everybody to secure what goods they could and hasten to some place where the redcoats would not find them.
Grandpa's family shared in the general panic. They picked up some of their most necessary articles and were in a hurry to be going when they missed the lad, Eleazer.
They called him, "Eleazer, come quick."
No answer. "Look him up in a hurry. "
Upstairs, downstairs, down cellar, out in the barn, behind the pigpen, "Can't find the child anywhere."
"What can we do? The British will be here in half an hour."
"We must go without him."
Just then a sister, passing near a large inverted potash kettle, heard some noise that induced her to turn it partly up, and there the heroic youth was discovered, safely hidden away where the British could not find him. He was soon hurrying with the rest to a place of safety.
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My father [Eleazer] was jovial in his disposition. He had at command a great number of laughter provoking anecdotes, which he delighted to relate for the pleasure and amusement of company. I used to take pleasure in hearing his stories. Especially in company when his yarns were received with laughter and approval did I feel a sort of pride that my Pa knew so much.
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When father was a young man he learned the trade of a carpenter. He worked at his trade several years doing considerable work in the city of New York.
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In 1832 Father [Eleazer] and four of my brothers were hopefully converted in a protracted meeting held in Clarenden, conducted by Rev. Lucius Foote. The rest of us professed religion at various times.
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Father and mother with their five children moved from Connecticut to the western reserve in 1807. Their coming west was due to the preference of my mother. Father had an opportunity to settle down at his trade in the city of New York. He submitted the question to mother whether they should locate in the great city or go west and make a home in the wilderness. On account of her family she preferred the perils of the wilderness to the perils of the city. So they came west. They brought their goods in wagons drawn by oxen and were forty days on the road. They were in company with several other families, among them John Ford and his wife and their son Seabury, afterward governor of Ohio.
These families located in Burton Township. Burton is about twenty miles east of Cleveland. The Cuyahoga River flows through the township. In the early settlement this river was a dull, sluggish stream, its continuous overflow covering many thousand acres with stagnant water and spreading a great deal of sickness throughout the surrounding country.
Father had been to Burton the year before and selected his land. He had put up his log cabin, cleared off some land, raised some grain, that his family might have food and shelter when they should come. Very welcome must have been the sight of their cabin home after their forty days' ride in their wagon. But the task remained of clearing up the farm. The land was heavily timbered. Beech and maple trees were most numerous. They were magnificent in size and height. But they were surpassed in size and overtopped in height by the majestic oak and chestnut and whitewood which grew in scores upon almost every side. But very little of this splendid growth of the forest could be utilized. It had to be reduced to ashes. The land was needed to produce grain and grass for man and beast. It is to be regretted that so much valuable timber should be destroyed, but there was no help for it.
After about ten years when father had his farm mostly cleared, grandfather Tomlinson, with grandmother and five unmarried daughters, came on from Connecticut. He did not feel up to the task of clearing up a new farm, and he persuaded father to sell his farm, while father moved onto a new lot of 300 acres in North Newbury. Father always felt that he made a great sacrifice to please his father-in-law. But he put up a double log house, moved his family into it and commenced the work of clearing up another heavy timbered farm.

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All the following is from the Patchin-en Family Association: John W. & Lucille Patchen, 3201 St. Francis Blvd. NW, Anoka, MN 55303-1017, as provided by Carole Binnig:

Captain Eleazer Patchin came to Geauga County, Ohio, in 1806, when, as "Captain Patchin" he looked about, returned East and moved into the Western woods in 1807, settled in Burton, east of Stone's on the Tomlinson farm. June 2, 1807, he came with his family, in company with John Ford and Merriman Cook, with one pair of oxen, one pair horses to his wagon, his wife and four children, Levi, Linson, David and Abigail. 1805, he bought lot No. 2 from David Warner, where he settled the next year. Later moved to the state road in Newbury, Ohio. 1818 Levi Tomlinson purchased lot No. 2 from Eleazer Patchin.

A descendant of Benjamin and Eliza (Tomlinson) Mastick, whose granddaughter resided, 1943, in Oberlin, Ohio, told of silver tankards in the Tomlinson family with the coat-of-arms engraved thereon. Their present whereabouts is unknown.

A carpenter, Eleazer Patchin did considerable work in the city of New York, and was accompanied to Ohio by the father of Amoret Stone, who later married his son Linson.

Miss Grace Schauffler, illustrator, grt-grt-granddaughter of Eleazer and Betsy (Tomlinson) Patchin, has a piece of Betsy's wedding dress, a rust colored taffeta silk, also worn by her daughter Abigail when she married Levi Blakesley. She has also a small piece of the dress worn by Betsy's mother, Amelia Bear [sic], when she married Donley Hobart, bought by her family who rode horseback from Wadsworth, Ohio to Pittsburg, Pa., to obtain the material for this dress. A little silk stocking Abigail was knitting, with the needles still in it, has also been preserved by Miss Schauffler.

Eleazer Patchin served as quartermaster in the War of 1812. In 1802, Vene Stone was on lot No. 1, with wife Charity, sister of Samuel Hopson. Vene was captain of the company that went to Cleveland in the War of 1812, and was a member of the Ohio Legislature and associate judge.

Eleazer Patchin's commission as Ensign is copied from a photostat in possession of Grace L. Schauffler [note from Shel Michaels: The original(?) of this is in the possession of Jay Michaels, and a scanned version of it may be seen here.]:
Eleazer Patchin Ensign
Jonathan Trumbull Esquire.
Captain General and Commander in chief
in and over the State of Connecticut.
In America
To ---- Eleazer Patchin ---- Gent. Greeting.
You being by General Assembly of this State accepted to be Ensign of the 9th Company with 32nd. Regiment of Militia in this State---reposing special Trust and confidence in your Fidelity, Courage, and good conduct. I Do by Virtue of the Laws of this state, me thereby enabling, appoint and empower you to take the said Company into your care and charge as their Ensign--carefully and diligently to discharge that Office and Trust, excercising to the rules and Discipline of War ordained and established by the Laws of the State, keeping them in good Order and Government and Commanding them to obey you as their -- Ensign -- and you are to observe all such Orders and Directions as from Time to Time you shall receive, either from me of from other superior Officer, pursuant to the Trust hereby reposed in you.
Given under my Hand, and by the public Seal of this State, at Hartford--the 22d Day of May A. D. 1801 by His Excellency's Command.
Samuel Wyllys--Secretary
Jona Trumbulls

Refs: Pioneer Women of Western Reserve, p. 109; History of Geauga and Lake Counties, Ohio, p. 174; History of Geauga Co., Ohio, pp. 433, 441, 494. Miss Grace L. Schauffler.
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Notes for John Patchin, 8 Dec 1820 - 6 Jun 1902

Apparently John was not given a middle name. Numerous records from Oberlin College show his "full name" as John Patchin. [Shel Michaels]

From "Sketches of the Life of John Patchin":

The place of my birth was a double log cabin in the northeast portion of the township of Newbury.
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We see, from Michigan Religious Activism, 1837-82 page 35, that we can be proud of John's fair-mindedness:

"John Patchin ... conducted the school with equal ability three years. After uniting in marriage with a teacher in Oberlin, he was assisted by his wife. These thorough teachers earned for our institute the name of being one of the best in our State. Students were sought for teachers in our own and adjoining counties. Although our abolition principles were very unpopular at that day, as we generally had from one to three colored students in our school, yet the thorough discipline given in the studies drew the young people of the best intellect from the surrounding country. There were those who came from fifty to one hundred miles to prepare for teaching or for a collegiate course. Hundreds of young people who enjoyed the privileges our school afforded came to us with their prejudices against colored people and our position in regard to them; but they soon melted away, and went they knew not where. It was frequently said if we would give up the vexed abolition question, and let the negroes alone, Raisin Institute would become the most popular school in the State."

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From West Bloomfield Historical Society :

It was accordingly built - a large brick structure costing $ 5000. This proved sufficient for the requirements of the society for thirty years, but in 1875 a third edifice was begun and was completed within two years. The property of the church society consists of a church, chapel and a parsonage with a total value of$ 20,000.

The pastors of the church - from its organization to the present time have been as follows: Rev. James H. Hotchkin, David Fuller, Ebenezer Fitch, Silas C. Brown, William P. Kendrick, Julius Steele, George Clark, George Bassett, C.R. Clark, Timothy Stowe, C.E. Fisher, George C. Overhiser, P.F. Sanborn, John Patchin, O.D. Crawford, S.B. Sherill, Annis F. Eastman, Newton Bates, Louis Wilson, Charles Hamblin and Edmond Gunther.

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OBERLIN ALUMNI MAGAZINE

JOHN PATCHIN was born in Newbury, Ohio, Dec. 8, 1820. He began his preparation for college at Farmington Academy, and later for a time at Kirtland Academy. He entered the preparatory department here in 1841. Following his graduation in 1846, he taught two years at Raisin Institute, Raisin, Mich. He was ordained to the ministry July 25, 1850 at Grass Lake, Mich., which was his first pastorate. August 26, 1846, he married Elizabeth Prudence Wakely, also a graduate with the class of 1846, who died June 6, 1902. Mr. Patchin's ministry extended over a period of fifty years, and he held pastorates at various points in Michigan, Illinois, and Ohio, his last charge being at North Olmsted, Ohio, where he died December 11, 1901.

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In Debates and Proceedings of the Constitutional Convention of the State of Michigan, 1867, p.91, we see that John Patchin of Owosso, and 64 other citizens of the city of Owosso, petitioned that a provision be inserted in the new Constitution prohibiting the granting of licenses for the sale of intoxicating liquors.

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For his Journal, see Accession 67-31 at
STATE ARCHIVES OF MICHIGAN
Michigan Historical Center
Department of State
717 West Allegan
Lansing, MI 48918

Notes for John Wakeley Patchin, 9 Nov 1858 - 15 Oct 1934

March 9, 1890 One week ago today I was in Manchester. I had not seen John since Nov. and as I knew his health had been poor all winter I had been anxious to see him. I went on the cars. He met me at the depot and took me to his home in the hack. He is in poor health, catarrh has troubled him all winter, a cough, nervousness, weakness and lately violent headaches. I felt very sad on his account. They have a lovely babe. I must try to leave them all and all my other children with their Heavenly Father. [from diary of Elizabeth Prudence Wakeley Patchin]

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May 25, 1890 Many and varied have been my experiences since last I wrote. John has broken up in Manchester. His goods are stored to be taken away. His wife and babe are at her father's. He came home to make us a last visit. Was with us about three weeks. He talked with us freely of his troubles. O, if I only had the wisdom to advise him. The only light of hope I have for him is that God is leading him, that sorrow will yet work for his good and lead him to a better life. [from diary of Elizabeth Prudence Wakeley Patchin]

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The law firm he founded still exists (year 2001), the following is from the web page of Menmuir, Zimmerman, Kuhn, Taylor and Quandt PLC:

"Our firm's longstanding tradition of experience, ethics and competence in the delivery of legal services to northern Michigan dates back to 1891. In that year, John W. Patchin began practicing law in Traverse City, Michigan. Charles H. Menmuir joined Mr. Patchin in 1931 to form the law firm Patchin and Menmuir. Upon Mr. Patchin's death in 1934, the firm of Meggison and Menmuir was formed and continued until 1941 when Mr. Meggison was appointed Probate Judge. Joseph J. Zimmerman associated with Mr. Menmuir in 1966 and R. Edward joined in 1974. With the addition of Dennis K Taylor in 1992 and Joseph E. Quandt in 1998, the present law firm name was developed. "

Notes for Albert Augustus Patchin, 14 Jul 1864 - 21 Dec 1893

From the journal of Elizabeth Prudence Wakeley Patchin:

Dec. 21 Albert went out with his gun in company with a neighbor about nine o'clock. About three he was brought back dead. Why should I say more? I was dumb. The hand of the Lord had fallen heavily upon us. Today our house is desolate. The room where he and family had greeted us upon our coming here seven months ago is stripped and silent. The son and husband and father returns no more. The family has deserted us.

Jan. 7, 1894 I have just been reading my last chapter in this journal. Why was I led to ask what would the winter bring. Even then was the shadow falling upon me from the dark wing of sorrow? I wonder now how I could have complained or foreboded evil. I wonder that I was not more thankful when our dear son and his family were with us, but the blow has fallen.

Jan. 19, 1894 Four weeks ago this evening, only four weeks have I reckoned the time, yet it seems ages, a grandmother was seated in the pleasant sitting room by the table on which the lamp was burning. The grandfather was in his own room not able to be out. She was keeping watch over the little children, the babe in her cradle, the little boys in their crib, while the father and mother were at a neighbor's for a pleasant call. It was a harmonious family. Grandparents, the son with whom they had cast their lot, his wife and little children. The parents had thought to make this provision for their declining years, so much had the aged father entrusted to the beloved son of his old age, his youngest born. As the young people approached the house the cry of the baby hastened them in, and the old mother retired to her room.
Where are they now? I enter that living room darkened and silent. The room is empty. That young father, the light and joy of that household, is where? The distant grave holds that young manly form. The young wife almost frantic with grief, gathered up her little children and her household furnishings, and fled from the home in which she had delighted, to the home of her childhood, vainly seeking comfort where the sad refrain will be never more, and the aged mother this evening after four weeks, is alone with her memories, feeling that for her and her companion life has but little more to offer.

Notes for Levi Patchin, 31 Jul 1797 - 26 Nov 1875

From "Sketches of the Life of John Patchin":

Bears were also quite numerous. My brother, Levi, killed one when he was a boy twelve years old. It was toward night one day when he went out into the woods to get the cows. As usual he took his gun. He was about a mile from the house. All at once a bear rose up from behind a log about four rods in front of him, stood on his hind legs, put his forepaws on the log and looked at my brother inquiringly, as much as to say, "What do you want here?" Levi spent little time in musing or debate, but, bringing his gun to bear as well as he could, fired at the bear's head. Having discharged his gun, he threw it on the ground, and turned his footsteps homeward with all the speed that youthful agility could impart, at every step, calling "Ma, Ma," at the top of his voice.

Reaching home he told father that he had shot at a bear but did not know whether he had hit it or not. His story was but half believed, the folks suspecting that he might have been frightened at a black stump, or perhaps a black calf. However father and the hired man went with him to the place where he said he had shot the bear, and found it dead a few rods from the place where it had stood.

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