as told by Helen Rose Dobbie Radke,
Helen Virginia Smith Lewis Hanson,
and Harriet Beulah Smith Guardino
Harriet Guardino with daughter
Patricia Guardino Cummings
Guardino is also the author of "Aunt
"The Great Pal" by Harriet Guardino
John Smith's Letter to His Nephews 1934
A Tribute to John Reynolds Smith
by Harriet Guardino
"Of Hops and Men" by
Obituaries and Letters
Letters from Scotland by
Catherine Ferguson Dobbie Smith 1905
Grants Pass and Other Southern Oregon Sites
Sermons (1): An Online Ministry of Rev. Marilyn A. Riedel
|Ichabod Smith I|
|B. January 10, 1796|
|D. May 20, 1889|
|M. July 8, 1820|
|John Hunt Smith|
|B. September 30, 1794|
|D. December 10, 1880|
|M. July 8, 1820|
|John Hunt Smith|
|B. December 3, 1821|
|M. September 8, 1847|
|Ichabod Smith II|
|Zillah Higgins Elliott|
|B. January 6, 1828|
|D. January 26, 1894|
|M. September 8, 147|
|Ichabod Smith II|
|B. June 21, 1840|
|D. August 5, 1921|
|M. September 16, 1873|
|John Reynolds Smith|
|Sarah Louise Heliker|
|B. November 24, 1853|
|D. March 3, 1937|
|M. September 16, 1873|
|B. May 13, 1820|
|D. July 22, 1870|
|M. March 27, 1844|
|Sarah Louise Heliker|
|Sarah (Sally) Ann Valentine|
|B. March 10, 1818|
|D. November 29, 1908|
|M. March 27, 1884|
and John Reynolds Smith
John Reynolds Smith was born Octrober 13, 1887. He was brought to manhood in Hartsdale, New York.
(1) Catherine Dobbie and John Smith, May 1952, Grants Pass, Oregon
(2) Home of Ichabod Smith, Hartsdale, New York, where John Smith was
brought to manhood. It was still standing Christmas 1947, when he returned home.
On June 25, 1912, he married a Scottish woman, Catherine Elizabeth Ferguson Dobbie. The couple had two children, Helen Virginia Smith, born February 15, 1917, and Harriet Beulah Smith born April 16, 1921. Helen, who is known as Virginia, married Howard Earl Lewis (1916-1983) on November 2, 1935. Six years later, on September 22, 1941, Harriet married Mariano John Guardino (1920-2004). Virginia and Howard are the parents of Janet, Dennis, Catherine and Jane Lewis. Harriet and Mariano are the parents of David, Mary, Patricia, Barbara, Lori and John Guardino.
In England, the Smiths were Puritans and several were ministers of the gospel, also a chancellor to the ex-checker. The Smith sisters' great-grandfather Heliker's brother Jake gave property for the Hartsdale Methodist Episcopal Church.
Their great-great-great grandfather fought in the American Revolutionary War. Their great-great grandfather, Ichabod Smith I, fought in the War of 1812 in the Battle of New London. He settled on a farm in Hartsdale, New York. He opened a stone quarry and made a stone house. From there, he moved to a house which he built on Central Avenue, now known as Smith's Point. John Smith's childhood house was still standing in 1947, when he went home for a visit. He died February 23, 1956, following a stroke.
In 1920, John and Catherine moved West, and settled on a farm in Grants Pass, Oregon. In 1987, Harriet's daughter, Mary Constance Guardino, wrote a fantasy about her grandparents' farm, which she entitled:
In Search of Mary
Because I needed to remember “Who am I?” I drew deep into myself one night, and searched the corners of my consciousness for my child. How thankful I was when I found her playing in the country at her grandparents’ estate in Southern Oregon.
With arms outstretched to embrace an untold future that was her own, my child appeared to me, through a mist that covered the rolling fields behind her grandparents’ farmhouse.
I had been napping when she
entered my consciousness.
Rubbing my eyes, I took a second look. Yes, it was my child. I’d recognize her anywhere, even when she’s very, very sad.
A wee bonnie lass of four, “Queen Mary,” Grandpa Dobbie’s delight, leaped into my awareness, eager to enfold me with her untarnished love.
Rejoicing, I sprang to my feet to greet her when she came bounding toward me through the tall, wind-swept grass, buttercups and daisies, on that warm summer day in July.
She was kilted in the highland plaid of her ancestors. Her smooth brown face contrasted sharply with the puffy-sleeved white blouse she wore. The noonday sun frolicked on the raven-black curls that flounced about gaily under the cocky red felt beret her grandmother gave her.
Laughing brown eyes said “I love you,” and I took to my bosom the child that was me so long ago.
Queen Mary sealed our bond of affection and unconditional acceptance with a tender little peck on my cheek, and I returned in kind the commemorative gesture.
We sat down, and she crawled onto my lap and snuggled close to my heart.
How natural it felt to hold my child. After all, she was the part of me that still believes in love and trust and the simple pleasures living life can bring. That part of me almost died when I grew older and almost forgot how to live at all. Now I’m remembering...
Lost in childish thoughts of her own, my child gazed into the branches of the stately oak that cast its silhouettes on us, and pointing skyward said, “Please tell me, do you see him?” with a frankness that seems to get lost when you’re so very old and wise.
“Not yet,” I replied, sorting through thick clusters of jagged leaves, hoping that in time I would, indeed.
“He’s right there, silly!” she said impatiently, directing my attention to a stout twig directly above my head.
“Of course! I see the tiny fellow now,” I assured her, relieved, quite naturally, that I did in fact.
My child and I scrambled to our feet, and enraptured, watched the playful antics of the nature spirit that only we could see.
That was the first encounter my child had ever had with astral entities, and I wanted her to take exquisite pleasure in this moment, devoid of fear and apprehension. It was a moment, after all, that only we could share.
Mary penetrated my heart with her knowing eyes and said, “I’m glad. I’m so very glad you can see my little friend, ‘cause Mama can’t.”
Molding her body into mine, I reassured my child that I saw the world we shared with those without the shining, through the same eyes - even if our mama never could.
The awe-full brilliance of the midday sun sparkled like precious jewels in the crown of the ageless oak, and lengthening shadows reminded me and my child that the hour was late.
Grandpa Dobbie’s Queen of Scots encircled my neck once again with her firm arms, and planted an ever so delicious kiss on my hollow cheek.
“I know I’ll see you again,” she whispered, slipping off my lap and disappearing over the horizon where a pasted globe of moon was rising, marking the close of yet another chapter in my disconnected life.
(1) Harriet Smith Guardino with Great-Grandson Tristan Hodges
(2) Mary Constance Guardino, Grandmother of Tristan James Hodges
Guardino is the author of Oregon History CD Edition
Alethea Hunt and Ichabod Smith
Alethea Hunt and Ichabod Smith I were married July 8, 1820. On the occasion of celebrating their Golden Wedding anniversary on July 8, 1870, the minister who married them, Rev. Victor M. Hulbert DD, wrote:
Just fifty rounds it doth appear
The earth hath sped its course,
Since Ichabod and Alethea
For better or for worse
Joined heart and hand in wedded
To climb the hill together,
As husband true and faithful wife
In fair or stormy weather.
Just fifty years ago today
Upon their course they started;
Just fifty years have trod life's way
And never once have parted.
If sometimes rugged was the road
They joined in right good will,
And helped to bear each other's load
And soothe each others ill.
At length they've reached the
Of a long wedded life,
And friends again are gathered here
To greet the man and wife.
To join in thanks for all the
And with them joys to come
Till life's whole pilgrimage is passed
And then a happy home.
This poem was copied from the original on September 25, 1927, by Virginia and Harriet's mother, Catherine Dobbie Smith. Rev. Hulbert was the minister who performed the union ceremony both times. Alethea Hunt and Ichabod Smith I were the great-grandparents of their father, John Reynolds Smith.
Their grandfather, Ichabod Smith II, was born and brought up in a house at the edge of the woods, near Albert's Rocks. He was married in a neighboring house, which later belonged to Evangeline Cory Booth (1865-1950), head of the Salvation Army, called Lakeside.
Evangeline Cory Booth
Born on December 25, 1865, in the South Hackney section of London, Eva Booth was the Army. She was educated at home and grew up doing the work of the Salvation Army, assuming a position of responsibility in the Marylebone district of London at age 17. Known for both her musical talent and her striking personal appearance, she soon received the byname "White Angel of the Slums."
In 1889 at the age of 23, she was given charge of the Salvation Army's International Training College in Clapton and put in command of all Salvation Army forces in the home counties (London and surrounding area). She became the Salvation Army's principal troubleshooter as well, and in 1896, when her older brother Ballington Booth and his wife, Maud, threatened to break away from rule, Eva effectively took over command of the shaken organization and held the fort until reinforcements arrived.
It was on her arrival in America that she adopted the name Evangeline as more dignified. She then proceeded to Toronto, where she took command of the Salvation Army in Canada. In 1904 Eva became commander of the Salvation Army in the United States. In that post her administrative skills flourished. New forms of social service were instituted, including hospitals for unwed mothers, a chain of "Evangeline Residences" for working women, homes for the aged, and during World War I canteens featuring "doughnuts for doughboys." (Her services to the war effort won her a Distinguished Service Medal in 1919.)
Under her personal supervision the Salvation Army quickly developed disaster relief services following the San Francisco earthquake and fire of 1906. She abandoned the organization's tradition of street begging and set up instead an efficient system of fund-raising. Booth was successful in enlisting the open support of a great many distinguished and wealthy public figures, and the first national drive in 1919 raised $16,000,000. The rapid growth of the Salvation Army and the proliferation of its services and facilities necessitated the establishment of four regional commands, but she remained in clear control from her New York headquarters. Booth's only political involvement was to throw the weight of the Salvation Army behind the movement for prohibition and against the later movement for repeal. Her popularity was such that in 1922 the general of the Salvation Army, her eldest brother, Bramwell Booth, abandoned the policy of rotation and allowed her to remain in charge in the United States. In 1923 she became a naturalized citizen. In 1934 Evangeline became the fourth general of the Salvation Army and the last member of the Booth family to hold world command. She retired five years later to her home in Hartsdale, New York, where she died on July 17, 1950. Among her published works are The War Romance of the Salvation Army (1919), with Grace Livingston Hill; Songs of the Evangel (1927), a collection of hymns she composed; Toward A Better World (1928); and Woman (1930).
Prince Albert of England was riding after the Yankee Army when a thunder storm came up. It was dark, but lightening showed level land ahead. He proceeded, and horse and rider both went over the cliffs ono rocks in a small stream, from when Albert's Rocks get its name. This place belonged to Felix Warburg who was in the US Cavalry during World War I, 1918.
Ichabod Smith was a foreman on the railroad. While on the job he had a stroke, and the boss thought he was drunk. Aunt May and Grandma Sarah "sat" with him during the wedding of Catherine Dobbie and John Smith.
Virginia and Harriet's great-grandmother Smith was related to the family of Zillah Elliott, who were French Hugeunots. In 1983, Jeremy A. Stahlin of Boston, wrote his cousin Harriet Guardino:
"While rooting through libraries, I came across a number of interesting anecdotes about different ancestors of ours. There are several books about Thomas Hooker who, among other things, led the band that founded Hartford, Connecticut."
"Father of American Democracy"
Hay further wrote, "Colonial preacher Thomas Hooker, the father of Blanche Hooker Rockefeller, made history in the early days of this country, in Massachusetts first but most expecially in Connecticut.
"Hooker was born in Leicestershire, England. The son of a highly respected upper-middle-class family, he was educated for the church at Cambridge University, where he graduated with honors. He was a brilliant, eloquent man, and his fame as a Congregational preacher soon spread throughout England. However, persecution followed because of his Puritan beliefs, and he fled to the Netherlands in 1630. He found conditions there increasingly difficult, and he sailed for the New World in 1633. (The ship is believed to be either the Anne or the Pied Cow, according to a paragraph found in the library.) Later in 1633, he went to Newton (now Cambridge), Massachusetts and settled as pastor in a house where Harvard University now stands.
"Although a Puritan, Rev. Hooker was liberal and in some ways was ahead of his time. He firmly believed in religious freedom for all, unlike the earlier Puritans--the Pilgrims--who believed in it for themselves, but not for others, and that the people had the right to choose their own magistrates and to decide what powers they should have. These liberal beliefs soon clashed with the incredible conservatism of Massachusetts Bay Colony. This was not all. He was also openly resentful of the fact that the Bay Colony Puritans claimed all the best land for all those of their own strict beliefs and felt that Hooker and those that thought as he did are not entitled to any of it. The Bay Colony Puritans were far exceeding their rights in this and Hooker knew it. But there was little he could actually do. Since this attitude made it virtually impossible for his little band to providew for themselves, he decided to move south. In 1636, Hooker led his church members into Connecticut Colony and they settled in the area that is now Hartford. Hooker proved himself as a leader, for he was the chief founder of Connecticut. he was also responsible for drafting the Fundamental Orders under which Connecticut was long governed. It has been said that these Fundamental orders were basically an early version of what the later Declaration of Independence was all about."
Hugenout Daniel Streing
"Although many of our ancestors were from England," wrote Jeremy Stahlin, " a Hugeunot ancestor was Daniel Streing (or L'Strang), probably of Orleans, France, was fled to London after the Edict of Namtes was repealed in 1685. He obtained a lietenancy in the Guards of James II and apparently waited for his wife to join him. She was being held in a walled town in France and one day was let out to gather wood, leaving her two-year-old son as a pledge. They got the son and she made it to England where she rejoined Daniel.
"Around 1688, Daniel sold his commission and, with his wife, landed in New York City, settling in New Rochelle. There, in 1690, when a Justice of the Peace was needed, he was the only candidate who met the requirement of also speaking English, and so got the job."
It is said that in England some Welch blood mixed in with the family. John Smith's sister, Zillah May, is said to have owned a solid silver spoon made from the lace of a Welch nobleman's coat. Zillah May and Julius B. Stahlin were married June 27, 1905.
The name Reynolds comes through the Elliotts. John Reynolds Smith was named after a distant relative, Sir Joshua Reynolds, an English portrait painter. Reynolds was the son of Rev. Samuel Reynolds. Sir Joshua was knighted by George III and appointed as the court painter circa 1755. Reynolds also wrote and lectured on art. He became deaf and almost blind before his death. Some of his paintings are hanging in the New York Museum of Art.
Sir Joshua Reynolds (1723-1792)
Sir Joshua Reynolds (1723-1792) was the English portrait painter and aesthetician who dominated English artistic life in the middle and late 18th century. Through his art and teaching, he attempted to lead British painting away from the indigenous anecdotal pictures of the early 18th century toward the formal rhetoric of the continental Grand Style. With the founding of the Royal Academy in 1768, Reynolds was elected its first president and knighted by King George III.
Reynolds attended the Plympton grammar school of which his father, a clergyman, was master. The young Reynolds became well read in the writings of classical antiquity and throughout his life was to be much interested in literature, counting many of the finest British authors of the 18th century among his closest friends. Reynolds early aspired to become an artist, and in 1740 he was apprenticed for four years in London to Thomas Hudson, a conventional portraitist and the pupil and son-in-law of Jonathan Richardson. In 1743 he returned to Devon and began painting at Plymouth naval portraits that reveal his inexperience. Returning to London for two years in 1744, he began to acquire a knowledge of the old masters and an independent style marked by bold brushwork and the use of impasto, a thick surface texture of paint, such as in his portrait of Captain the Honourable John Hamilton (1746).
Back in Devon in 1746, he painted a large group portrait of the Eliot Family (c. 1746/47), which clearly indicates that he had studied the large-scale portrait of the Pembroke Family (1634-35) by the Flemish Baroque painter Sir Anthony Van Dyck (1599-1641), whose style of portrait painting influenced English portraiture throughout the 18th century. In 1749 Reynolds sailed with his friend Augustus Keppel to Minorca, one of the Balearic Islands off the Mediterranean coast of Spain. A fall from a horse detained him for five months and permanently scarred his lip - the scar being a prominent feature in his subsequent self-portraits. From Minorca he went to Rome, where he remained for two years, devoting himself to studying the great masterpieces of ancient Greco-Roman sculpture and of Italian painting. The impressions that he retained from this visit were to inspire his paintings and his Discourses for the rest of his life, for he felt that it was by allying painting with scholarship that he could best achieve his ambition of raising the status of his profession back in England. While returning home via Florence, Bologna, and Venice, he became absorbed by the compositions and colour of the great Renaissance Venetian painters of the 16th Century: Titian, Jacopo Tintoretto, and Paolo Veronese. The Venetian tradition's emphasis on colour and the effect of light and shading had a lasting influence on Reynolds, and, although all his life he preached the need for young artists to study the sculptural definition of form characteristic of Florentine and Roman painters, his own works are redolent of the Venetian style.
In 1753 Reynolds settled in London, where he was to live for the rest of his life. His success was assured from the first, and by 1755 he was employing studio assistants to help him execute the numerous portrait commissions he received. The early London portraits have a vigour and naturalness about them that is perhaps best exemplified in a likeness of Honourable Augustus Keppel (1753-54); National Maritime Museum, Greenwich, London). The pose is not original, being a reversal of the Apollo Belvedere, an ancient Roman copy of a mid-4th-century-BC Hellenistic statue Reynolds had seen in the Vatican. But the fact that the subject (who was a British naval officer) is shown striding along the seashore introduced a new kind of vigour into the tradition of English portraiture. In these first years in London, Reynolds' knowledge of Venetian painting is very apparent in such works as the portraits of Lord Cathcart (1753/54) and Lord Ludlow (1755). Of his domestic portraits, those of Nelly O'Brien (1760-62) and of Georgiana, Countess Spencer, and Her Daughter (1761) are especially notable for their tender charm and careful observation.
After 1760 Reynolds' style became increasingly classical and self-conscious. As he fell under the influence of the classical Baroque painters of the Bolognese school of the 17th century and the archaeological interest in Greco-Roman antiquity that was sweeping Europe at the time, the pose and clothes of his sitters took on a more rigidly antique pattern, in consequence losing much of the sympathy and understanding of his earlier works.
There were no public exhibitions of contemporary artists in London before 1760, when Reynolds helped found the Society of Artists and the first of many successful exhibitions was held. The patronage of George III was sought, and in 1768 the Royal Academy was founded. Although Reynolds' painting had found no favour at court, he was the obvious candidate for the presidency, and the king confirmed his election and knighted him. Reynolds guided the policy of the academy with such skill that the pattern he set has been followed with little variation ever since. The yearly Discourses that he delivered at the academy clearly mirrored many of his own thoughts and aspirations, as well as his own problems of line versus colour and public and private portraiture, and gave advice to those beginning their artistic careers.
From 1769 nearly all of Reynolds' most important works appeared in the academy. In certain exhibitions he included historical pieces, such as Ugolino (1773), which were perhaps his least successful works. Many of his child studies are tender and even amusing, though now and again the sentiment tends to be excessive. Two of the most enchanting are Master Crewe as Henry VIII (1775-76) and Lady Caroline Scott as Winter (1778). His most ambitious portrait commission was the Family of the Duke of Marlborough (1777).
In 1781 Reynolds visited Flanders and Holland, where he studied the work of the great Flemish Baroque painter Peter Paul Rubens. This seems to have affected his own style, for in the manner of Rubens' later works the texture of his picture surface becomes far richer. This is particularly true of his portrait of the Duchess of Devonshire and Her Daughter (1786). Reynolds was never a mere society painter or flatterer. It has been suggested that his deafness gave him a clearer insight into the character of his sitters, the lack of one faculty sharpening the use of his eyes. His vast learning allowed him to vary his poses and style so often that the well-known remark of Thomas Gainsborough, Damn him, how various he is! is entirely understandable. In 1782 Reynolds had a paralytic stroke, and about the same time he was saddened by bickerings within the Royal Academy. Seven years later his eyesight began to fail, and he delivered his last Discourse at the academy in 1790. He died in 1792 and was buried in St. Paul's Cathedral.
Personality and Criticism
Reynolds preferred the company of men of letters to that of his fellow artists and was friends with Samuel Johnson, Edmund Burke, and Oliver Goldsmith, among others. He never married, and his house was kept for him by his sister Frances.
Reynolds' state portraits of the king and queen were never considered a success, and he seldom painted for them; but the Prince of Wales patronized him extensively, and there were few distinguished families or individuals who did not sit for him. Nonetheless, some of his finest portraits are those of his intimate friends and of fashionable women of questionable reputation.
Unfortunately, Reynolds' technique was not always entirely sound, and many of his paintings have suffered as a result. After his visit to Italy, he tried to produce the effects of Tintoretto and Titian by using transparent glazes over a monochrome underpainting, but the pigment he used for his flesh tones was not permanent and even in his lifetime began to fade, causing the overpale faces of many surviving portraits. In the 1760s Reynolds began to use more extensively bitumen or coal substances added to pigments. This practice proved to be detrimental to the paint surface. Though a keen collector of old-master drawings, Reynolds himself was never a draftsman, and indeed few of his drawings have any merit whatsoever.
Reynolds' Discourses Delivered at the Royal Academy (1769-91) is among the most important art criticism of the time. In it he outlined the essence of grandeur in art and suggested the means of achieving it through rigorous academic training and study of the old masters of art.
The Helikers came from Amsterdam, Holland, prior to the Revolutionary War. They settled in the Hudson Valley at Peekskill, New York. ("Kill" means river in Dutch.) In the beginning of the 19th Century, an agent of the Dutch government tried to locate the heirs of Augustus Heliker. His heirs in Peekskill thought it a fake and wouldn't induldge any information. But when Uncle George Hall, Sarah's brother-in-law, wrote the Dutch consulate and found several hundred thousand dollars due the family had been unclaimed, it already reverted to the Dutch government.
Another ancestor who got a big job by being bilingual was Thomas Willet. Although born in England of English parents, he spent time with the Pilgrims in Leyden, where he learned Dutch, before arriving in Plymouth in 1630 at the age of about 20. When the English took over New Amsterdam from Peter Stuyvesant, "the Dutch residents urged that if they must be placed under English rule, Willet would be especially acceptable from his knowledge of their usages, tastes, and language" and he was made the first English mayor of New York City in the mid-1660's. After about two years of that, he returned to Swansea, Massachusetts where he died in 1674.
One of Willet's children had an interesting, though terminal, experience, according to Virginia and Harriet Smith's cousin, Jeremy A. Stahlin:
"Of Willet's children, the youngest, Hezekiah, was a public favorite. At the age of 20--during Philip's War, while there was no tought of danger, he had passed but a whort distance beyong his door in Swansea, when some prowling Indians killed him with three bullets and carried away his head. This act exasperated the whole Colony, the more especially from the uniform kindness of the Willet family to the Indians. In all offers of pardon and amnesty these assasins were excepted; and when Crossman, their leader, was taken, he was hanged. Even the hostile Wamanoags lamented young Willet's death, and when the head was recovered, it was found that they had tenderly combed the hair and decorated with beads."
A Record of the Family Alethea Hunt and Ichabod Smith
Alethea Hunt (September 3, 1790-1880),
July 8, 1820
Ichabod Smith (January 10, 1796-1889), Married July 8, 1820
John Hunt Smith (December 3, 1821-1895), Married September 8, 1847
Lucinda La Fayette Smith (July 24, 1824-1905), Married December 23, 1845
Sarah Alethea Smith (September 26, 1833-1880)
Gilbert H. Leviness (January 2, 1825-?), Married December 23, 1845
Zillah E. Elliott Smith (January 6, 1828-1894), Married September 8, 1847
Sarah Heliker Smith's Family Marriages
Augustus Heliker married Phebe Jane
December 29, 1840, Eastchester, NY
Augustus Heliker married Sarah Ann Valentine, March 27, 1844, Eastchester, NY
Alxander Brower married Phebe Jane Heliker, September 12, 1882
Isaac M. Ackerman married Mary E. Forkel, November 25, 1883
Ichabod Smith married Sarah Louisa Heliker, September 16, 1873
A Record of the Family of Isaac and Susanna Hunt
Isaac Hunt (February 10, 1771-August 5,
Married August 24, 1791
Susanna Hunt (October 16, 1770-October 18, 1807, Married August 24, 1791
Sara Hunt (July 24, 1792-June 3, 1856),
December 30, 1813
Alethea Hunt (September 30, 1794-December 10, 1880), Married July 8, 1820
Aby Hunt (September 25, 1796-May 26, 1885), Married (?)
Thomas Hunt (November 5, 1798-July 12, 1888), Married January 8, 1823
Jacob Hunt (January 31, 1801-July 3, 1871), Married January 25, 1823
John Hunt (March 2, 1803-June 10, 1828), Married March 2, 1882
Elias Hunt (June 17, 1805-January 3, 1839), Married May 29, 1824
Heliker Family Births
Sarah Ann Heliker born March 10, 1818
Augustus Heliker born May 13, 1820
Phebe Jane Heliker born March 15, 1822
Phebe Jane Heliker born April 18, 1841
Phebe Jane Heliker born January 31, 1842
Rachel Ann Heliker born December 26, 1844
Susan Elizabeth Heliker born February 19, 1846
Mary Esther Heliker born March 15, 1849
Eliza S. Heliker born June 7, 1851
Sarah Louisa Heliker born November 24, 1853
Elmira Heliker born September 2, 1857
Emaline Augusta Heliker born March 26, 1859
Isabela Johnston born June 18, 1866
Augustus Johnston born September 28, 1867
Ivanella Johnston born March 23, 1871
Susan E. Johnston born May 23, 1872
Andrew Johnston born May 2, 1873
John Johnston born May 30, 1875
Bessie Eliza Hall born February 23, 18885
Alis May O'Dell born April 7, 1886
Children of Ichabod "Bud" and Sarah "Sadie" Smith
Charles Edward Smith born July 15, 1874
Irving August Smith born September 27, 1876
Zillah May Smith born December 14, 1877
Frederick C. Smith born June 25, 1880
Emma Eliza Smith born April 8, 1885
John Reynolds Smith born October 13, 1887
Phebe Jane Valentine Heliker died February
Phebe Jane Heliker died September 21, 1842
Rachel Ann Heliker died March 22, 1845
Susan Elizabeth Heliker died March 30, 1846
Augustus Heliker died July 22, 1870
Ivanella Johnston died March 2, 1898
Sarah Ann Valentine died November 29, 1908
Irving Augustus Smith died May 10, 1881
Emma Eliza Smith died March 5, 1902
Phebe Jane Bower died March 23, 1909
Ichabod Smith died August 5, 1921
Mary E. Ackerman died December 4, 1932
Sarah Louisa Smith died March 3, 1937
Julius Benedict Stahlin died December 9, 1914
Frances A. Voris died September 22, 1926
Charles Edward Smith died August 28, 1942
Frederick Carpenter Smith died May 21, 1954
John Reynolds Smith died February 23, 1956
Susan E. Valentine died May 31, 1957
Zillah May Smith Voris died December 7, 1958
Lester Scoffield died August 2, 1955
1983 Letter From Jeremy A. Stahlin
to Harriet Smith Guardino
Dear Cousin Harriet:
I am the son of John Stahlin who has often spoken of his "Aunt Kate" who is, of course, your mother. I believe that makes us first cousins once removed. My father told me that you would be interested to see what I have collected so far by way of the family's genealogy. Enclosed are copies of charts containing all our direct ancestors I have been able to identify to date. I cannot, of course, vouch for the complete reliability of all of the sources, but expect that the majority of the information is accurate.
By way of explanation, start with the chart that has my name at the left side midway u0p the page. Follow the paternal line to the right until you reach my grandmother, Zillah May Smith. She is the sister of your father, John Reynolds Smith. You could substitute the name of your father on that line and then keep following the lines to the right.
I have the names of our four great-grandparents. Of them, I have lines going back for John Hunt Smith and Zillah Higgins Elliott. Another starts with Zillah. Others pick up where they leave off, and so on.
Stahlin Family Statistics
John Frederick Stahlin, born March 8,
Zillah Elise Stahlin born, July 20, 1907
Ruth Louise Stahlin, born October 10, 1908
John "Jack" Stahlin married Irene Lacey, October 12, 1938. Their children were:
Jean Stahlin, born April 10, 1941
Jeremy Arthur Stahlin, born December 17, 1944
John Stahlin, born November 11, 1946
Robinson Family Statistics
Zillah and William H. Robinson were married February 28, 1925. There children were:
Anna May Robinson, born August 17,
Julius Edward Robinson, born October 28, 1928
Ruth Patricia Robinson, born March 26, 1930
Zillah E. Robinson marred Irving Austin Washburn on September 10, 1935. Their children were:
Dennis Allen Washburn, born July 17, 1938
Rita Maureen Washburn, born February 11, 1941
Paul Roulston Washburn, born December 18, 1945
Anna May Robinson married Charles D. Hay in 1942.
The Rockerfeller Relationship
According to Ann M. Hay, "We're nothing to Nelson Rockefeller or his brothers. It's Nelson's nephew, Jay, through his mother, Blanche Hooker, who married one of the Rockefellers, possibly Winthrop. At best, we're no more than dishwater cousins. Blanche descended from the Rev. Thomas Hooker (1586-?), as we are. Hooker's granddaughter, Mehitabel, married one John Smith, who was my grandmother's ancestor. Blanche is descended from Mehitabel's brother, and somewhere along the way, her family gained considerable money, possibly from a fortunate marriage or smart investments."
A Record of the Family of Anna May Robinson and Charles D. Hay
Ellen Louise Hay, born September 18, 1943
Charles Edward Hay, born August 11, 1945
Michael Elmer Hay, born April 14, 1948
Bruce Hay, born November 21, 1951
Elizabeth Regina Hay, born October 20, 1054
Jacqueline Rochelle Hay, born November 6, 1957
Geraldine Victoria Hay, born May 24, 1960
Rita M. Washburn married Kenneth Maynard, December 1, 1957. The couple had a child, Elizabeth Marie Maynard, who was born May 28, 1958. The couple separated in 1959.
Dennis A. Washburn married Mary Louise Holems, October 26, 1960.
Ruth Patricia Washburn married Richard Hall, March 10, 1051. Their children were:
Ericks Ann Hall, born October 21, 1953
Claudia Allison Hall, born October 21, 1953
Kevin Patrick Hall, born September 25, 1955
Ruth Patricia and Richard were divorced in 1958.
Ruth Patricia Hall and Willard J. Kille
December 24, 1958. The couple had one child, Cynthia Joan Kill,
Charles Edward Smith and Anna B. Larsen,
March 1, 1893
Charles Edward Smith and Lotte E. Miller, Married July 15, 1902
Zillah May Smith and Julius B. Stahlin, Married June 27, 1905
Frederick C. Smith and Ida C. Sterling, Married July 11, 1912
John Reynolds Smith and Catherine Elizabeth Ferguson Dobbie, Married June 15, 1912
"Mrs. John Reynolds Smith, New Hope Road, last night was crowned Josephone County Mother of the year at the Mother's Day
ball, sponsored by the Veterans of Foreignn Wars last night. Candidates in the 1952 Cave Queen contest participated
in the crowning formalities. Mrs. Smith was chosen by a board of judges on the basis of her popular vote,
her history submitted by her sponsor, Mrs. Allen V. Anderson [Olive pictured], a neighbor, and the impression she
made upon the judges themselves. The sponsor said of her: 'She is the mother of two married daughters and also mother
to many through her charitable and kind deeds.' The contest was sponsored by the Flower Baskekt."
Ruth L. Stahlin and Carl F. Mullins, Married
Zillah May Smith Stahlin and Francis A. Voris, Married February 18, 1922
Ruth L. Mullins and Walter C. Morrow, Married January 4, 1943
Anna B. Larsen and Charles Edward Smith were the parents of Mabel B. Smith (February 13, ?-?). Lotte E. Miller and Charles Edward Smith were the parents of Nicholas, Harold, John, Charles Edward and Herbert Smith. Ida B. Sterling and Frederick C. Smith were the parents of Frederick C. Jr., Edna, and Lester Smith.
Mary Esther Heliker (Aunt Hess) married an Ackerman. Eliza S. Heliker (Aunt Lize) married George Hall. Elmira Heliker (Aunt Elmira) married George Barnes. their child was named Robbie. Phebe Jane Heliker married a Johnston. Their child was named Susan. Sarah Louisa Heliker married Ichabod Smith, the father of Virginia and Harriet's father, John Reynolds Smith.
The Dobbie Clan of Lowlanders
"Great Great Great Grandfather's Hiding Place"
by Virginia Smith Lewis
and Catherine Dobbie Beresford
When Bonnie Prince Charlie first landed in the Highlands and before his army was fully organized to march South, the Highlanders staged random raids on the villages of the Central Lowlands to "test the waters" of political sentiment Favorable to the Stewarts, and just for the bloody, lusty enjoyment of terrorizing the natives. (They may have been inspired by several casks of good old home brewed Scotch whiskey.)
The Dobbie family lived in the Central Lowlands in Lanark County, Scotland, in one of the small villages there. It is probable that these small communities had some sort of primitive communication system worked out among themselves. When a rumor rumbled through an area of an impending Highland raid, a Dobbie lad was pasted, as sentinal, outside their home. Village children played in the streets most of the time, so that wouldn't arouse suspicion. If strangers come into the neighborhood, the lad would whistle a certain tune, alerting his parents of a possible threat. The Protestant Bible was immediately hidden, and the father would climb into the oven, purposefully built in the side of the fireplace chimney and ordinarily used to smoke meats. The wife kept a small fire going on the opposite side of the hearth and thus diverted attention from the location of Grandfather's hiding place. he hid in the over for four days, until the search of the village was over.
Under the Stewarts, it was illegal to own a Protestant Bible, even though the religion of Scotland was Presbyterian. The penalty for that was death, by dragging the man of the house, by his feet, tied to a horse, over cobblestone streets. The clansmen were a blood thirsty bunch!
One of Grandpa Dobbie's stories handed down several generations from father to son, was his tale of Catholic persecution by the Highlanders on the Lowland villages.
(1) Queen Anne (2) James III (3) Bonnie Prince Charlie
As a very brief background to this story, it should be known the Stewarts (or Stuarts) were Kings of Scotland from 1371 to 1603, and Kings of England and Scotland from 1603 to 1715. They were Catholics.
The Protestant religion was declared the national church of Scotland. England and Scotland were united in 1701 as one nation, known as Great Britain.
In 1702, Anne Stewart became queen. She was the last of the Stewart rulers. Her brother, James Francis Edward Stewart (1688-1766), Prince of Wales, had been banished and established residence in France. He was called the "Old Pretender" because he pretended to be king. When Anne died, he returned in 1715 to the Scottish Highlands, and made an attempt to reclaim the throne as James III of England. His rebellion only lasted six weeks, after which he sailed back to France.
Thirty years later, his son, Charles Edward Stewart (1720-1788), landed in the Highlands, with the idea of reclaiming the Stewart throne. Bonnie Prince Charlie aka the "Young Pretender," was a smooth talker and a charmer, and with litte effort, he organized the restless Highlanders into an army to "regain that crown." After thirty years of rest they were ready! From time to time they organized raids against the Lowlanders, who were primarily Presbyterian. They did take Edinburgh and on they marched into England. They got within 125 miles of London and were driven back to Scotland, sheepishly "draggin their sporrans behind them." The whole effort took about one and a half years. (George III was king at the time.) The Bonnie Prince sought refuge in the Wild Highlands and dodged the British patrols successfully for a while. He escaped to France; ended up in Rome. He died 40 years later--a hopeless drunk.
When Grandpa Dobbie spoke of the Old Pretender and Bonnie Prince Charlie, it was with contempt, a feeling obviously harbored by several generations of Dobbie clansmen.
Alexander King Dobbie
Father of Catherine Elizabeth Dobbie Smith
Grandfather of Virginia and Harriet Smith
Alexander King Dobbie (1856-1949) was one of
children. At age 12 he was hired out to a farm for one year. His
room and board plus $4.80 at the end of the year. His father
you must learn how
to sign your name, before you'll be able to go to work," so they stopped along the way and he was taught to write his name, Alex Dobbie, in the sand. He had no formal education; taught himself to read by studying his
Bible for many years and could read quite well. His second job was in a weaving factory, riding into town on a delivery wagon. He left the factory to work on the railroad. Hating the job, he ran away, at which time his
father whipped him and sent him back. The second time he ran away, he got a job in a coal mine. Nine months later, he went to a finishing mill for six months. That was followed by a dyeworks for six months. He then
became a carpenter's apprentice, serving 13 and a half years. He walked three miles each way, to and from work. He was sent out on jobs from the Carpenter Shop in Glasgow, Scotland.
(1) Mr. and Mrs Alexander King Dobbie. Taken in New Yor,k New York.
No date, but probably in the late 1880s.
(2) Scotland, curca 1871. Bearded man, William Ferguson; seated woman,
Catherine Elizabeth Graham Ferguson; standing girl, Catherine Elizabeth Ferguson Dobbie I,
the grandmother of Helen Virginia and Harriet Beulah Smith. The three
standing males are Grahams.
Alex Dobbie was christened twice. A wealthy friend or neighbor promised the family or child money, if he were named "King" after him. The family never received the money but Alex received the middle name of King.
At the first christening ceremony, the minister omitted the middle name, King. This upset the family, so he was christened again--Alexander King Dobbie.
Because there were so many children in the
comfortable sleeping quarters were, no doubt, hard to come by.
bunks and trundle beds, plus a smaller box, which Alex chose to
he had privacy
of a sort. He just hated having to sleep with other children, so he slept in that box until he got so large he was doubling up his knees. His parents discovered that and he had to move on to a bed shared by other siblings.
One of his sisters, in her early teens, took "the fever" and was very sick and remained in bed for a long time. When she was well enough to stay up again, she had grown six inches and was skin and bones. She eventually passed away. (The fever was probably what we would call rheumatic fever today or possibly even tuberculosis.)
Dobbie told of the old family kitchen with
beams. They hung strings of onions and apples or whatever other
vegetable suitable for drying, from them to dry. The kids would
and snatch the fruit
down and eat it when no one was looking.
Glasgow, Scotland: Robert Dobbie, father of Alexander King Dobbie
and Helen Rose Dobbie, mother of Alexander King Dobbie
On August 10, 1882, Alex Dobbie married Catherine Elizabeth Ferguson (1861-1920). In Scotland, the couple had two sons, Robert Dobbie II (1883-1952) and David Dobbie (1885-1973).
Dobbie came to America in 1886, where he
in Brooklyn, New York until his family arrived a year later.
Catherine Elizabeth Ferguson Dobbie (1890-1990) and Helen Rose
were born Americans. For six years, they lived in tenement housing until the Hartsdale house was nearly completed. For 17 years he worked for William Crockett in New York City. Crockett's shop was located on 57th
Street between 8th Avenue and Broadway. It was while he was with Crockett that Alex Dobbie worked as a cabinet maker for Cornelius Vanderbuilt II (1862-1914). He also worked for President Grover Cleveland (1837-1908).
Helen Rose Dobbie must had had a sturdy
as well as the patience of Job to successfully raise so many
Alex told of his mother and him walking seven miles to gather
miles back home, so she could can them. She put them in glass jars, capped with brown paper soaked in whiskey and tied tight to the jar.
In America, Helen Dobbie read tea leaves.
around Hartsdale, New York, brought their cups with the leaves
to read. When the family had tea, she read the leaves for each
"You must realize
the Scottish people harbored many superstitions and beliefs in omens," his granddaughter related.
Helen Dobbie also believed in dreams and would often warn her family in the morning to be wary because she'd had a dream and it mean "thus and so," so they should or shouldn't do whatever.
"When Janet [Lewis Marcus] and I went to Scotland in 1995, we were in Glasgow June 11, 1995.
We hired a cabbie to drive us to the above address. It was actually Springfield in the industrial area of Glasgow.
Bridgeton, to be exact. He located the 63 Springfield Road address. it was a vacant lot once occupied by
a tenement building like those pictured in the backgkround. Can you imagine a family of 17 children
fitting into one of the apartments?" --Helen Virginia Smith Lewis
When his granddaughter, Helen Virgina Smith Lewis and his great-granddaughter, Janet Lewis Marcus went to Scotland in 1995, they were in Glasgow June 11, 1995. "We hired a cabbie to drive us to the above address," said Lewis. "It was actually Springfield in the industrial area of Glasgow. Bridgeton, to be exact. He located the 63 Springfield Road address. It was a vacant lot once occupied by a tenement building like those pictured in the background. Can you imagin a family of 17 children fitting into one of the apartments?"
"My mother, Catherine Elizabeth Ferguson Dobbie Smith, told me that her father, Alex, was of a very jealous nature and would get mad if Grandma Dobbie even spoke to a neighbor man," Lewis said. "Also in his younger days Alex Dobbie enjoyed his Scotch whiskey and he liked to play cards. In the Smith household, no alcohol or playing cards were allowed."
(1) Heather Dobbie Hodges Carmichael 2005
(2) Alexander Ferguson Hodges (aka Al Michels) 2005
The family migrated to Southern Oregon in
1900s and settled in Grants Pass. The granddaughter of Alexander
and Catherine Ferguson Dobbie, Harriet Beulah Smith, is a native
became the wife of Mariano Guardino II and the mother of David, Mary "Connie", Patricia, Barbara, John and Lori Guardino. Two of her grandchildren carry names celebrating their Scottish heritage: Heather Dobbie Hodges Carmichael (b. October 17, 1972) of Medford, Oregon, and Alexander Ferguson Hodges (b. November 12, 1986), of Gladstone, Oregon, who is also known as Al Michels.
The Children of Heather Dobbie Hodges Carmichael (b. 1972 Eugene, Oregon):
(1) Trinity Alexandra Bird (b. 2003 Medford, Oregon)
(2) Tristan James Hodges (b. 2000 Lincoln City, Oregon)
1975 Letter from
to Catherine Dobbie Smith
Daughter of Alexander King Dobbie
It was nice to hear from you and know you can get around with the walker; we both pray for you and admire your courage and spirit. I hope you can continue to make very good progress and get stronger each day. We enjoyed the pictures you sent and wonder where the years have gone. The picture of Iva on the bench I took in Warburgs somewhere around 1913 or 1912. Those days and scenes have passed forever. As you may know that property has been all cut up into building plots the same as my cousin Emma Elliott's on the old Hunt homestead on Central Avendue. My father caught many trout in the brook that ran in front of their house, and there was one of those old cooling houses in the brook where the milk was put to cool off. In back of the barn was a big field of delicious black raspberries and many a cannon ball was plowed up on the land in the spring. The old homestead had an enormous fireplace with two large cannon balls on either side of the hearth. Many a wonderful time I had there in the summer months; on Sunday the big black team was hitched to the surrey and off we went to the Methodist church in White Plains, New York. If it were rainy, Central Avenue was coated with heavy mud; no paved or Macadam roads in those days.
Herb, our oldest boy, had two operations in the Indian River Hospital at Vero Beach. Hemmeroids and hernia. He is now doing fine, gaining strength and back to work; he will be 60 this November and we have our 60th wedding anniversary this Sunday (March 30, 1975) Easter, how about that? It's a long look back but we have been very blessed with average good health, good children, five grandchildren and one great granddaughter. Gordon is a commercial photographer and has his own studio on 28th Street in New York City doing work for several magazines and commercial business houses. He has four children, two boys and two girls. He lives in Ardsley, New York and Marian and Don live in Yorktown Heights; he works for IM.
So we are all getting along very well. We are getting almost overrun with tourists this year and while I have seen many western and far north people come down it does seem as if we are the nucleus of a "population explosion" from as far away as the Dakotas, Ontario, Nebraska, and Kansas. Florida is building up too far and to fast without sufficient regard to the environs; preserving landscape, etc.
I must close this lengthy episode and ask and pray the Good Lord will be with you; that you may be in his loving care this coming Easter and throughout the years ahead. The touch of God's love like the morning dew on the rose refreshes the heat of the summer's day.
As Always, Herb and Iva
David Dobbie (1885-1973)
David Dobbie (1885-1973), 88, resident of Grants Pass, Oregon for nearly half a century, died December 6, 1973 in Portland, where he had resided near his sisters since 1968.
Born January 14, 1885 in Glasgow, Scotland, he was a grocery clerk most of his life, working at Truax and Kinney's grocery for many years, later at Milledge's grocery. He came to Southern Oregon in 1918, and married his first wife, Clara Adella Engel, in 1919.
Before moving to Grants Pass, David Dobbie (1882-1938) homesteaded in Southwestern North Dakota, about 25 or 30 miles north of Bowman.
His father, Alexander King Dobbie (1856-1949), a carpenter by trade, followed in 1909, hoping to get work building homes--maybe even barns and sheds. "Apparently, there was a slump of available jobs in the Hartsdale area," said his niece, Helen Virginia Smith Lewis, a resident lifetime of Grants Pass. He stayed a couple of years then returned to Hartsdale, New York, where his wife, Catherine Elizabeth Ferguson (1861-1920) kept boarders in their home.
While homesteading in North Dakota, Alex and Dave Dobbie raised grain in the "hail belt." Dave said the day he went to Dickinson in Billings County to file his claim, it was 62 below zero. "Locomotives were frozen to their tracks," he recalled.
In 1913, he went back to Hartsdale to recuperate from a broken leg. "Apparently he had been thrown from a horse and dragged quite a distance," Lewis related. "If I correctly recall, he was taken to the nearby train depot to be transported to the nearest hospital. He had to wait two or three days for a train to arrive. His injury resulted in a permanent limp."
"Dave's brother, Robert Dobbie (1883-1952), did not join the North Datoka Adventure," Lewis said. "Of course, the family blamed Rob's wife, Elizabeth "Beth" Losee (1880-1952), who was never a family favorite, for that decision. Whether or not it was truly her fault, I do not know."
Services for David Dobbie were held at 1pm Monday in Hull and Hull Chapel with the Rev. O.E. Summers of Assembly of God officiating. Mausoleum entombment will be at Hawthorne Memorial Gardens in Portland.
Surviving his death were two sisters, Helen Dobbie Radke (1894-1994) and Catherine Dobbie Smith, both of Portland; three nieces, including Virginia Smith Lewis and Harriet Smith Guardino, aunt and mother of the author.
David Dobbie was married twice. His second wife was Anne Murphy Patterson (1878-1964). They were married October 21, 1950 by Rev. Catherine Dobbie Beresford (1908-1989), first cousin of Helen and Harriet. (The daughter of Rob and Beth Dobbie, Catherine Dobbie married Paul Beresford on May 19, 1932).
Clara Adella Engel Dobbie, first wife of David Dobbie, died September 25, 1938. She was born November 7, 1882 in Pepin, Wisconsin. She was 55 years, 10 months and 18 days of age.
She lived in Wisconsin and Marmarth, North Dakota, a little town about 25 miles northwest of Rhame, before coming to Grants Pass in 1918 to become the bride of David Dobbie. They were married in the Newman Methodist parsonage by Rev. M.T. Wire, then pastor of the Methodist church in Ashland.
Clara Dobbie was survived by her husband, David Dobbie of Grants Pass; one sister, Mrs. Lavina "Vinnie" Engel Howard of Keno, Oregon; and three brothers, Will Engel of Pepin, Wisconsin; Bert Engel of Chippawa Falls, Wisconsin; and John Engel of Madison, Wisconsin.
"Both of Uncle Dave's wives were buried in Hillcrest. Not sure why he chose a mausoleum. Perhaps his second wife Anne was buried beside her first husband. Who knows? Anne died in 1964," according to Harriet Smith Guardino.
Helen Rose Dobbie Radke, the younger sister of David Dobbie and Catherine Dobbie Smith, was born July 17, 1894, in Harsdale, New York. She died March 29, 1994 in Grants Pass, Oregon. Her body was shipped to Portland, Oregon to be buried in a vault at Lincoln Memorial Park next to her husband, William Radke.
Helen Dobbie was the third wife of William
(1867-1957). He was previously married to Clara's sister,
and Dobbie married in Grants Pass following her death. According
Guardino, "Will Radke was married three times. I don't
wife's name, but I think she died before he moved to Grants
had a son named Leonard, and perhaps one or two other children.
they owned a mercantile business somewhere in Wisconsin. Will
grandchildren. Aunt Helen was in touch with at least one of
L. Barrows of Polson, Montana."
October 27, 1908
H Ranch in Montana
All's or All My Dears,
again I take great pleasure as the opportunity offers it to me
telling you of receiving a letter from Will, but not any from
you but I
expect some from home aer long. I was almost tickeled to
received Will's letter and almost forgot all my troubles for I
I had some fierce trials, troubles, and temptations on Friday
Saturday leading Mr. Jack to town for the auction sale. I sent
horses and eagons to town in the early part of the week so
be repaired and shined up for the sale; all except Mr. Jack
and an old
saddle horse about 20 years old and as they both were to be
started right after dinner on Friday expecting to land in town
6:00pm, but as it was, I didn't get there till the next day at
and of all the times I ever had in my life this was the one. I
explain all my troubles to you girls as it wouldn't do and it
take too long, but as I never will forgetthem, I will tell you
whole thing when I see you. It took about an hour and a half
could get tarted and when I at last did start and everything
be going along in harmony, Mr. Jack trotting along by my side;
the rope from his halter fastened to my saddle horn and we
on and a half miles from home when Dick, my new dog, (I will
all about him some other time) thought things were going along
nicely just nipped Mr. Jack's heals and away he flew in front
kicking and yelling and broke the rope and started for home on
run with Dick after him barking and biting at his hind legs. I
but I really couldn't help laughing at the scene which was
The rope on the halter as just long enough for Jack to step on
his great hurry to get away from the dog he often stepped on
and went sliding along on his head and once on going down a
he turned a complete summer salt. Can you picture in your
minds for one
minute a race from thebarn (which was about one and a half
with Mr. Jack in the lead doing all kinds of capers;
close behind him barking and biting and me on my old
pony in the tale end of the race yelling at the pitch of my
Dick? I tell you if our movements had been taken and
reproduced in a
moving picture theather they would really be funny. I have
seen a good
many funny one but I think this one would have capped them
Well, we or he (Jack) never stopped till he reached the barn and got into his own box stall so that delayed me some more and after getting a new rope for him we started out again with a little better success as this time I got about ten miles from home when Jack ran a little too close to my pony and he kiced and caught Jack a dirty blow which of course made Jack go flying ahead and this time the rope slipped off of the saddle horn and again we had a good run homeward for about two miles, but Dick didn't go after him this time as he remembred what I had told him before with the whip or quirt and finally he quieted down then I got off my horse, placed the lines in Dick's mouth, bade him lay down, which he did and I after Jack.
Well, again we were ready to start again and by this time it was getting quite dark. We went six miles more and it became so dark I couldn't see to go any further, so stopped at the first house I cam to and inquired if they could put us (Jack, Dick, the horse and myself) up forthe night. The old woman whom I put the question to couldn't understand me as she was Russian, so after making motions and calling her names (as she evidently thought) for ten or 15 minutes, she seemed to grasp the idea and said "yah." Well, I put my friends in the barn, fed and watered themand was returning to the mud shack when the old man (her husband) came along on horseback driving five other horses ahead of him, which had been out on pasture some three or four miles away. Well, when his horses started to go in to the barn, Jack let out one of his welcoming yells which frightened the horses, and away they flew--over the praries, and if I was ever called names before in my life, that fellow certainly beat the record--of course I didn't know what he was saying so I just smiled and said in answer, "I think so!"
His wife, on hearing the commotion, came out and they jabbered away for a while and then she tried to tell me what he said; when she got through, I was just as wise and when she began s she led me into the barn and helped get my stock outand tied to a fence some 30yards away, and then I knew what she had been telling me. Meantime, he was away after his horses again. Mind you all this time I was outside and cold to the backbone. I thought I would help him when he returned, so got on my horse when I heard him coming and was waiting for him but on account of his horses being frightened before, they would not come near the barn so with a little coaxing. We got them as far as then they turned north about a mile and got too far ahead of me, so I have up and started back. It was pitch dark and I didn't know which way to turn for his place, and after traveling a mile or more, made up my mind I was lost; cold and hungry and sore from riding and not seeing a light or hearing a sound I commenced to feel blue around the gills and pevish in the basement. I was just about to take the saddle and blanket off the horse and make a bed for myself on the plains under the sky for my roof when I heard in the distance (east of me) Mr. Jack give a yell and if I was ever glad to hear a friend's voice, it was his, and at that time I turned and went a mile east and soon found the place. I tell you, I was glad but when the old fellow came out expecting to find his horses and didn't, I thought he wouldn't let me stay, but he did.
October 29, 1908
he was going to help me get my things into the barn again, so
started to get Jack and Dick who had been laying by him almost
heels jumped up and caught him by the seat of the pants and
them! Well, the old fellow let a yell out of him and started
but I told him in about 500 words with motions that the dog
playing with him; he couldn't believe me somehow or other and
of Dick ever afterwards.
Well, everything fixed in the barn for the night, we went to the house and found supper (potatoes, bread and milk) ready; I tell you it went fine as I was hungry. After supper, we sat and looked at each other and smiled and smoked; I gave him a good cigar which I had given to me, and which I had been saving for two weeks to go around smoking; he was well pleased, so I was satisfied. I can't take any more time to tell you more, although there is a hundred and one things which occurred during the evening and in the morning that would make one laugh.I soon went to bed, and forgot all my troubles only to awake in the morning and think about more; ten miles more, and I would be in town, but the thought of it was worse than the real thing as I had the good luck of meeting a neighbor on the way to the sale with his team and wagon, so I tied Jack on behind and everything was sunshine and roses the rest of the way. Everything that was put up at the sale was sold with the exception of Jack and he didn't even get a bid. Then I began to think about more trouble getting him back to the ranch, but fortunately a fellow bought him after the sale for $50. I didn't start back till Monday, and after dinner arrived here at 6pm tired and stiff.
I'll tell you one thing...and that is that I miss Jack very much. Read this to Will, and let him hear how much trouble his letter took off my mind; tell him I will write soon. I am feeling well and hope all you are the same. Remember me to Bob, let him read this hen you are through with it. I will write him soon. Good-bye for this time, will write again soon. Write as often as you can. Tell Nellie I would like to hear from her.
November 1, 1908
this a fine day, at least it is here; just like summer--not a
cloud in sight and the sun is shining bright; how is the
behaving in Hartsdale? We have had some cold days and nights,
tell me there was snow in Bowman, but we didn't get any of it.
I made up my mind this morning that I wasn't going to do anything today but just rested and after the chores and breakfast was over, I shaved and was just getting ready to take a long ride over the prairies and see a bit of the country when one of my neighbor's boys came in and wanted to now if I would break his bronk in the afternoon. Well, I never attempted to break a bronk before, and often wished I had a chance to so I consented and told him to being her down by 2pm. I took a long ride on my pony and got back by12pm, got dinner and before Iwas through the fellow was here with his pony. Well, she wa a fine looking animal about six years old, her head high, and of a roan color, pretty heavy built and quite nervous; after petting her awhile, I got the saddle on her and took her into the carral for a trial. She was very gentle and quiet, so I took her out and got her trotting around the yard and still she didn't do any bucking or kicking, so I laced the quirt into her and away we flew, she galloped for about half a mile then I turned her back and she went just as good: she is a dandy and easy rider; but on account of her not being used to the saddle she was very shakey and just as we got into the yard she made a bee line for a telephone pole and would have smashed her head right into it only I leaned hard in the saddle, pulled her head over iththe bridle and caughtthefull blow on my hip and shoulder, but thank goodness Iwasn't hurt much, a couple of black and blue marks, that's all.
Well, after she got quieted down, we both rode her several times and she was as gentle as an old timer. After all this was over, I was left alone and of all the blue days I ever put in, this has been the bluest. I think if I had the fare, I would have started for home. Iwas thinking about all the services in church, I could imagine I was sitting up in the choir and singing once againthen at 7:30 (or 9:30), I thought about thelittle song sservices we used to have after we reached home. Well to stop thinking, I started to write so now I don't feel so bad but mighty lonesome.
Hoping you are all well, I will say good night and God bless you. Dave
General William Dobbie
In 1943, when the Reverend Daniel A. Poling ended a survey of armed services chaplains, he wrote of the high-ranking officers whom he had met: "Never before in any comparable area have I found so many ranking executives giving so much attention to religion." Typical and outstanding among these "sword and Bible" generals of the Second World War is Sir William Dobbie, who was called from retirement to become the hero of Malta, one of the most heavily bombed spots in the world and the island which "conceivably ...saved the war." Dobbie, who is now again on the retired list, in 1945 made a lecture tour in America in which he brought home vividly to his audiences his sense of God's aid in the Battle of Malta.
William George Shedden Dobbie seemed destined at his birth for a military career. On the Dobbie side of the family he is of Crusader stock. Only his father, W.H. Dobbie, had broken with tradition, taking a post in the Indian Civil Service. Hence, it was in Madras that William was born in 1879. When he was only nine months old, his parents left him with relatives in England so that he might receive an education in keeping with his family's station. At Charterhouse, "one of the best of England's special preparatory schools," he became a top-ranking classical scholar and a keen student of ancient military campaigns. Upon completion of the course, by competitive examinations he proved qualified to continue his military career at the Royal Military Academy at Woolwich, from which, in due course, he went to the School of Military Engineering at Chatham.
In 1899, at the age of twenty, he was commissioned a second lieutenant in the Royal Engineers. Dobbie first saw service in the Boer War in 1901 and 1902, winning the rare honor of the Queen's Medal with five clasps, indicating further awards. Thereafter, he was stationed for a time in Bermuda and later served in Ireland. In 1911 he entered the Staff College at Camberley for further training and was graduated two years later. (In 1904 he had been married to Sybil Orde-Browne, youngest daughter of Captain Orde-Browne of the Royal Artillery. They are the parents of one daughter, who was with them on Malta, and of two sons who served in the British Army; they also have a grandson.)
During the First World War Dobbie served in France and Belgium, rising to the rank of brevet lieutenant colonel and becoming General Staff Officer No. 1 under Field Marshal Sir Douglas Haig. It was in this capacity that he acquired the distinction of composing, and issuing under his own signature, the "ceasefiring" telegram of November 11, 1918: "Hostilities will cease at 11:00 hours today. Troops will stand fast at the line reached at that hour. There will be no fraternization with the enemy." When asked what he did in that war, Dobbie now answers that he ended it. Dobbie was also the officer who signed the order for the British occupation of Germany. "Life" (magazine) reports that "he has since carried with him the originals of those two epochal orders."
During those four years in battle Dobbie was the recipient of many honors: the Mons ribbon, the Croix de Guerre from Belgium, the Croix de Guerre with Palms from France. He was made Officer of the Order of Leopold by Belgium and was awarded the Distinguished Service Order (1916) and Companion of St. Michael and St. George (1919) by his Government. Seven times he was mentioned in dispatches. To his men he was a hero. Said one officer: "When things were blackest and one defeat had followed another, it was wonderful to see how the young officers and men admired the big fellow in the worn greatcoat who never revealed the slightest sign of fear." British officers still remember how, as a staff colonel in the operations section with Haig during the heavy German offensive in March 1918, Dobbie could not be disturbed by discouraging dispatches.
Even then he was a man of deep religious faith, and had been since his schooldays. "When I was a boy in my teens," he said once, "I heard it said that Christ came to earth to reveal the ways of God to man, but I had never taken it in. I got to thinking it might be a sensible thing to take the trouble to turn to the Bible and see for myself. I've read the Bible every day since then -- always, if possible, before the day's work, and often before having to make decisions." Dobbie, who is a member of the Plymouth Brethren and the author of numerous pamphlets on religion for army use, finds that neither the progress of science nor war has disturbed his faith. Nor does he believe that the military profession is necessarily an evil. "It will . . . be seen," he has written, "that the Scripture indicates that the profession of arms is an honorable and lawful one: that the use of force and material weapons is not imcompatible with faith in God: that God is a God of order who has ordained that human governments shall maintain order with force: that the time is not yet, although it will surely come, when 'the government will be on his shoulder' and man will be able to beat his sword into a ploughshare."
After the war Dobbie was promoted rapidly -- to brevet colonel in 1922, lieutenant colonel in 1925, colonel in 1926. He served with the Rhine Army, in the Aldershot Command and later, in the Western Command. From 1926 to 1928 he was general staff officer, first grade, in the War Office in London. In 1928, during the Arab-Jewish riots in Palestine, Dobbie was given the task of restoring order there. "This will be the easiest war we ever fought in," he was heard to remark on the trip out. "We will have to fight only four days a week. The Arabs won't fight on Friday, the Jews won't on Saturday, and Dobbie certainly won't on Sunday." During the next four years he was brigade commander in Egypt. Then, in 1933 he returned to England, a major general, to become commandant of the School of Military Engineering at Chatham and commander of the Chatham Area, officer commanding the Royal Engineers Depot at Chatham, and inspector of the Royal Engineers. Peculiar to his administration were the Bible classes he held each week for the officers and men of his command. In 1935 Dobbie was again sent overseas, this time as general officer commanding the British forces in Malaya, a post which he held until his retirement with pension in 1939.
When the Second World War burst upon Europe in the fall of 1939, Dobbie, though in retirement after a long and active military life, offered his services to his Government. The following April he was sent to command the strategic Mediterranean island of Malta, which was situated nine hundred miles in either direction from the nearest friendly base, Gibraltar to the west and Alexandria to the east. Once believed by some London officials to be a military liability, Malta is now credited with contributing largely to the downfall of the Axis power in the Mediterranean theater and elsewhere. Under General Dobbie's guidance, Malta became a constant threat to the Axis supply line, prevented thousands of Axis planes from reaching Europe and engaging in action in the Battle of Britain and on the Russian front, and provided a base for British submarines preying on Axis shipping.
Serving first as acting governor and later as governor and commander in chief, Dobbie became the most popular leader the Maltese ever had, winning their respect and confidence by a belief in God and courage under fire which matched their own. When the initial attack occurred on June 11, 1940, the day after Mussolini declared war on the Allies, Il Duce boasted that the taking of Malta would be only a matter of days, for the island was totally unprepared. With a garrison that numbered less than five thousand, General Dobbie, however set out to defend the more than thirty miles of coastline of the island against overwhelming odds. For the first three months of the siege, he had only four nearly obsolescent airplanes, one of which was defective, and unable to fly. Manned by some seaplane pilots who had never flown fighters, three of these planes -- nicknamed "Faith", "Hope", and "Charity" by the islanders -- together with a few antiaircraft guns, managed to keep off the swarm of Axis bombers and fighters during the months before aid came.
Malta did not fall, but its 270,000 people, huddled together in limestone caves honeycombing its ninety-one and a half rocky square miles, suffered greatly. Two-thirds of the island's food supply had to be imported and shipping of both food and materiel was paralyzed by the perils of enemy planes, submarines, and surface vessels. Yet the people and General Dobbie were equal to the situation, and together they firmly believe that it was God's help which brought them through the crisis. Typical of their spirit was one of Dobbie's orders of the day: "It may be that hard times lie ahead of us, but however hard they may be, I know that the courage and determination of all ranks will not falter, and that with God's help we will maintain the security of this fortress. I call on all officers and other ranks humbly to seek God's help and thus in reliance on Him to do their duty unflinchingly."
Dobbie is described as steadfastly calm and unflinching in the face of danger. During the worst air raids he could be found helping the wardens to rescue the wounded and helpless. (At one time he rescued a Persian cat, Maurice, which became his constant companion.) A young British officer, proud of his commander's courage, said: "Dobbie paid no more attention to bombs and machine- gun fire than to rain. He was in the tower of the palace roof when the Germans, trying to get the crippled "Illustrious" at the dockyard, concentrated more fire power on Valetta and Grand Harbor than has ever been released on any other spot on earth." Each day German and Italian planes were bombing and strafing the ship, which had limped into Malta for repairs, and for four successive days bombs were aimed at the crippled carrier but failed to inflict a mortal wound. "It was a wonderful sight," said Dobbie, "when on the evening of that fourth day the "Illustrious" steamed out of the harbor under her own power." During his command at Malta, Dobbie held nightly Bible classes and quoted the Scriptures in his War Office reports.
When Dobbie was relieved at Malta by the new governor, General the Viscount Gort, in May 1942, he had accomplished the complete fortification of the island and turned it into a bulwark which in March 1942 destroyed 275 German and Italian planes and badly damaged 600 others. Dobbie had also established cooperation of the chiefs of the Army, Navy, Air, and civilian forces through a central defense group and had, among other acts, exiled a boatload of Fifth Columnists. All this he did, say the island's defenders, "by his engineering skill, by his understanding of aviation, by making the most of the skills of many others -- in a word, by personality and leadership." Prime Minister Winston Churchill, praising his work, said it "entitled him to release and repose." And for the gallant stand the Maltese made under General Dobbie, King George VI awarded "to the fortress of Malta itself" the George Medal. In 1941 Dobbie, who had been elevated to the rank of temporary lieutenant general that year, had also been made Knight Commander of the Order of the Bath. In 1942 he was made Knight Grand Cross of St. Michael and St. George.
Sir William returned to England to rest, and to lecture on his experiances at Malta and his belief in the religous basis of this war. "If ever we have gone to war on a spiritual issue it is now," he wrote in 1942. "We are not only fighting for our existence and for the preservation of our institutions, we are fighting for the fundamental principles without which life, whether individual or national, will not be worth living. There can be no vestige of doubt that our cause is righteous, and that it must be in accordance with God's will." In January 1945 he began a similar lecture tour of the United States and Canada sponsored by the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago, during which, accompanied by Lady Dobbie, who had been with him at Malta, he traveled 15,000 miles, visiting forty cities and addressing audiences aggregating 150,000 persons. While in Ottawa he was entertained at Rideau Hall by the Earl of Athlone, Governor General of Canada, and Princess Alice. At Washington, Sir William and Lady Dobbie were guests of the White House. At City Hall in New York the General was received by Mayor La Guardia.
General Dobbie, whose troops referred to him familiarly as "Old Dob Dob," has been described by a "Liberty" (magazine) interviewer as "a huge, quick, but heavy-going man with thick gray hair, reddish eyebrows run wild, and a short gray mustache." "The most singular thing about him," says the same interviewer, "is the serenity of his deep-set gray-blue eyes." Like Field Marshal Sir Bernard Montgomery, Dobbie is a teetotaler, and does not smoke. Young men who have fought under him report that they will never be the skeptics they were before the war. Dobbie "did something" to them, they said. Added one young officer: "Old Dob is the simplest, humblest, gentlest of men. There never was a man with less vanity. I think that's one reason why after two years with him, I've found it so difficult to describe him to others. There's nothing to get hold of, no oddities. He was never excited in his life. There is in him an inner calm hard to explain." Dobbie, his men said, was always fair: it was a job done, not rank or position which mattered.
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Chancy Mitchell DePew
From the Encyclopedia Americana 1955
Chancy Mitchell DePew, an American lawyer, legislaltor, and orator, was born in Peekskill, New York, April 21, 1834. He died in New York, New York, April 25, 1928. A Yale graduate in 1856, DePew studied law in Peekskill and in New York and was admitted to the bar in 1858. He was soon after elected to the New York Assembly and seervied as chairman of the committee on ways and means. For a time he was acting speaker of the state legislature. In 1863 he was nominated on the Republican ticket for secretary of state of New York and was elected by over 30,000 majority. In 1865 he declined a renomination. President Andrew Jackson tendered him the Japanese mission in 1866, but DePew declined the office to enter the service of the New York and Harlan Railroad as attorney. In 1869, when the consolidation occurred of the Hudson River, Harlem and New York Central railroads he was made a director and attorney for the newly organized company. In 1872 he accepted the nonimation for lieutnant governor on the Republican state ticket, but was defeated by a small plurality. In 1875, he became general counsel for the entire Vanderbilt system of railroads, and in 188, second vice president of the reorganized New York Central and Hudson River Railroad, and president in 1885. The same year Yale College conferred upon him the title of LLD. During this period he was acting as a regent of the University of the State of New York. he remained president of the New York Central until 1898, when he became chairman of the board of directors of the Vanderbilt system, which included the New York Central and Hudson River, Lake Shore and Michigan Southern, Michagan Central and New York, Chicago and Saint Louis railroads. His political career during these later years was eventful. In 1885 he declined the election of the United States Senate. In 1888 he figured prominently as a candidate for the presidentual nomination at the National Republican Convention, withdrawing from the contest in favor of Benjamin Harrison, of Indiana, who, after his election and elevation to the presidency, tendered to DePew the portfolio of secretary of state, which was declined owing to large railroad interests. In 1899, on January 17, he was elected to the United States Senate as junior member from New York State. He remained in the Senate until 1911. He became involved in the investigation of certain New York life insurance companies in 1905, lwith the result that he repaid to the Equitable Life Assurance Society, of which he was a director, a loan made to a concern from the dicretorate of the Equitable. From 1885 Depew was regarded as one of the leading Republicans of the country. In 1871 he married Elsie Hegeman, who died in 1883, leaving one son. He married again in 1901 to May Palmer. Depew's fame abroad was even greater than in the United States. In London and Paris he was regarded as America's representative citizen. This fame rested largely upon his ability as orator, after-dinner speaker and lecturer. He delivered important addresses at the Washington Centennial at New York in 1839 and the dedication of the World's Columbian Exposition, at Chicago, in 1893, and orations at the memorial services of President Garfield and General Sherman. As a wit and humorist, DePew acquired a name second to none in this country. He was in great demand for many years at dinners and banquets as the chief after-dinner speaker. He published Orations, Addresses and Speeches (8 vols. 1910) and My Memories of Eighty Years (1922).