We have had no access to electricity or wifi since August 24 so this is a bit late in coming. I hope to catch up before I get home!!
Our next destination is to Pennsylvania where
probably 80% of my ancestors first hit the shores of America. Chick had never been to Philadelphia and I
had, but I was only 13 and just remember the Liberty bell.
Philadelphia and its surrounding townships are
in Chester, and Bucks County. These were
settled initially by the English. The next county to the west is Lancaster
County. This was settled by the German and Swiss. So Lancaster and Philly here
we come!
When William Penn, an English Quaker, first acquired
land in America he got a land grant from King Charles II, in lieu of payment of
a large debt the King owed to William’s father. Penn then negotiated with the
Indians, always paying them for the land before he began to populate it.
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| WILLIAM PENN (remind you of Quaker Oats?) |
He then appealed to Europeans, in particular
the German and Swiss who had been victims of constant fighting by the French in
their land for nearly a hundred years offering land at a very reasonable price.
Penn was very organized and very generous, welcoming
people of all faiths as long as they agreed to live peacefully together and be
loyal to the principality Penn created and headed up. He established the city of Philadelphia in
1682. Within 2 years there were 80 homes and growing rapidly. By the early 1700’s when German immigrants began to
take advantage of Penn’s offer of freedom of religion and good farmland, they
were settled in the next available land, Lancaster County.
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| YELLOW BOX SHOWS LANCASTER COUNTY WHERE MY FAMILY SETTLED |
GETTING THERE
The drive up Interstate 81 from Woodstock, VA was
horrible and when we got into Pennsylvania instead of finding beautiful open
Amish farmland like we had seen in Shipshewana, Indiana, we felt like we were
in Connecticut! By that I mean small, formerly-rural roads, winding among trees
only two feet off the shoulder, 4-way stops every mile or so, houses on every
square inch of land. Pretty homes, large
and not so large, well-kept yards, but hardly a square inch without someone’s
home on it. The roads were slightly
narrow for pulling Snoopy with comfort and the actual road our campground was
on did not allow large trucks! The locals drove the roads at a fast pace,
especially the morning we passed them on their way to work.
We pulled into a KOA that was surprisingly
large. Our site was a back-in between
trees that gave us complete privacy on all sides as though we were in a forest
instead of on the edge of a mostly empty field. The first night we went to bed
with all the windows open and nearly froze.
The temperature overnight reached 56 degrees and we had no blankets on
the bed, only sheet and spread. Talk
about a change from the Jamestown temperatures of nearly 100 degrees! No air conditioners needed here.
PHILADELPHIA
Having experienced the traffic from hell and seeing
the population density this far away from Philadelphia we were having big
second thoughts about driving into Philly for the day, even without Snoopy. We asked at the front desk if they knew of a
shuttle me might hire to go to the city.
To our delight and surprise they said there is a commuter train to
center city Philly about 15 minutes down the road! Hooray!
And the story gets better. As
senior citizens we paid only $1.00 each for our tickets (one way).
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| TWO SENIOR TICKETS (ONE WAY) |
And the parking at the train terminal for the
day cost another $1.00. Imagine …we had
to spend $5 total for our transportation and parking….and NO TRAFFIC. The ride took about an hour and we were
right downtown at Jefferson Station,
about 5 blocks from the Visitor Center of Historic Philadelphia.
A passenger sitting in front of us on the train
overheard me saying I wanted a snack before we started to sightsee. To our
surprise, as we stood looking around on the platform of where to go, he not
only gave us directions but said in addition to colonial Philly we really
should see the “market” adjacent to the train station. He said no dignitary or
important visitor every came to Philadelphia without a stop at the market. He then led us through the terminal, up two
levels and into maybe the best part of our whole visit!
This is a crazy indoor market of coffee shops,
bakeries, butchers, fish markets, restaurants, ….you name it! People of all
types. Stalls of all types. Sounds and images of all types. I loved it!
Whenever we are in Europe we seek out the town markets, but I never
expected this in downtown Philadelphia.
We wandered around until we found a shop for a Danish and coffee, and
enjoyed them as we watched this microcosm of the world go by.
From there we walked down to the historic center of
Philly. Another surprise, the tickets
you needed for the guided tour of Independence Hall were free, and there was no
charge for the exhibit hall for the Liberty Bell.
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| LIBERTY BELL |
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| INDEPENDENCE HALL IN CONTEXT OF MODERN PHILLY |
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| INDEPENDENCE HALL |
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| ROOM WHERE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WAS SIGNED |
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| SIGNING OF THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE -- |
This recent painting has each of the signers faces copied from original portraits of each. We saw most of the original portraits later in the day in the Second Bank Building which is an amazing portrait museum of works by a painter contemporary to these men.
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| EXTERIOR OF THE "BANK" MUSEUM |
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| GEORGE WASHINGTON from the SECOND BANK MUSEUM |
As a matter of fact, we did
not have to pay to get into ANYTHING
concerning the history of our country.
Seems kind of “Penn”-like.
It was a beautiful day, maybe 75-80 degrees. The people were friendly, the city clean, and
the exhibits were simple and very good.
None of the commercialization and “dead” feelings we had in
Williamsburg. This was alive, full of people enjoying life, real people, nice
people.
For lunch of course we had to have Philly
Cheesesteak and a brew.
The town focused
on the time of the Revolution, Benjamin Franklin,
Declaration of
Independence, the Constitution , rather
than William Penn, and we enjoyed it all.
A simple ride home on the train, supper, and to bed (after we put a
couple of blankets on the bed).
LANCASTER
The next day was back to family history. The plan was to visit the Hans Herr museum in
Lancaster County, and then visit the town of Lancaster. The traffic issues had already removed a
couple of other towns in the county from my list, and before we were done we
skipped the town of Lancaster, too.
But the day was a tremendous success
nevertheless. Between our campsite and
the museum we passed through Strasburg, a small town from the 1700’s which had
an active railroad station and railroad museum.
A family ‘tour’ train was loading and we hung around to see the massive
steam engine slowly gain speed as it pulled out of the station. I love the feel of power of those huge wheels
and pulleys working together to move that big, black steel engine. The whistle blew, the engine began to move,
and I loved every minute of it.
We got to the Hans Herr House museum a little after
noon and the house tour began at 1.
We
wandered around the grounds inspecting all types of tools from the 1700s, and a
Conestoga wagon replica of those used by the German settlers headed down the
Great Wagon Road.
We spent the next couple of hours talking with our
guide about the Herr Family, the house and the history. We were the only ones
on the tour so we could ask whatever we thought of. We really enjoyed it. The details of the house and what we learned
are below.
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| HANS HERR HOUSE BUILT 1719 |
By the time we finished the tour it was late
afternoon, and facing city traffic was not in the cards. We headed back to
Snoopy, had dinner, listened to music, read and went to bed. Tomorrow we have to survive crossing all of
Pennsylvania on I81 and the Pennsylvania Turnpike , and find a tiny campsite a
few miles east of Binghamton, NY. We won’t even unhook Snoopy – just stop,
spend the night, and head north to Henderson Harbor in upstate NY to an island
campground in Lake Ontario. Will be glad
when we get there.
Oh, and we did see one Mennonite (not Amish) farm.
HISTORY OF
HANS HERR FAMILY and HOUSE
In 1710 a small group of the men, which included two
of my ancestors, Rev. Hans Herr, Jr. a Swiss Mennonite bishop, and his son Christian
Herr (also a Reverend) left their families in the Netherlands, and traveled to
Philadelphia to buy the land for a settlement from William Penn. (These were my 8th and 7th
Great Grandfathers).
When they first landed on the shores of Chester County
to the east, they rejoiced at the beauty of the “soile”. Once the land
negotiations were completed, they began to set up on the land that is now
Lancaster County near Pequea Creek. The group cast lots to see who would return
to bring the rest of the families over.
Hans Herr, Jr. was selected to return, but the group felt they needed
their much loved leader and pastor to stay with them and Martin Meylin volunteered to go in his
place.
This first group of Germans built temporary homes
and began right away to clear land to grow their crops. The land in Lancaster
is extremely fertile and these Germans were excellent farmers. Their families joined them and were quite
settled by 1717.
In 1719, the Herr’s built a very large (for the
times) sandstone house (from the nearby
fields) that would serve as the Herr home and the Mennonite place of
worship. It was built in the style of
the German/Swiss houses of that day.
This home was passed down through the Herr descendants, being used as
home, storage house, animal shelter, etc. and remains to this day,- as a museum.
On the lintel above the front door is the year 1719 and the HHR. No
electricity, plumbing, or modernization has taken place but the home is intact
from its garret where they stored grain, to the second floor where the three
sons and five daughters slept, to the main floor with master bedroom, worship
room/dining room, large working kitchen, and storage room, and the large cellar
for storing meats, fruits, and vegetables.
Water had to be carried from the stream down the hill for a hundred
years before they dug a well. (It is only 20 feet deep and still
functional now.)
When you stand in the house you are amazed at how
large it really is! The German kitchen
was strikingly different from the Scotch-Irish kitchen I saw in my families’
historical home Rocky Mount in East Tennessee.
First, the chimney for the hearth/kitchen is in the
main house, not separate. Presumably the
stonework of the walls made this house less susceptible to fire.
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| KITCHEN (NO OVEN) WITH RAISED COOKING SURFACE ON LEFT, HEARTH SET BACK ON THE RIGHT |
It may also
have something to do with the need for heat, versus the heat-avoidance of the
more southern homes. Even more interesting is the fact that the chimney and
hearth are on the inside wall, not the outside wall. This allowed a “stove” to be built in the
center of the house to heat the rooms behind the kitchen (the worship /dining
room and bedroom). This “stove” was a
closed projection at the back of the hearth, jutting into the rooms, just to
radiate heat. The only flame or fire was in the kitchen hearth.
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| "STOVE" STICKING INTO THE ROOM BEHIND THE KITCHEN |
The hearth did not have a specialized baking oven
but utilized “dutch oven” iron ware to cook over the coals or pots to hang over
the fires. A worktable stood in front of
the hearth for the food preparation.
The dining room, which also served as the worship room took up half the ground floor, and was heated with the stove (above.) It is used for worship from time to time even today.
It was interesting to see the insulation they used
in the ceiling (the floor of the second story). Three inch boards wrapped in
rye straw, coated in mud and horse manure lay side by side across the floor
space. These were then cemented over for a ceiling for the first floor.
Floorboards were affixed to these for the second floor. The stone and cement walls were at least a
foot thick so the house would have been pretty well insulated against the cold.
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| LOCATION OF DAUGHTER'S BED WITH FEATHER COMFORTERS |
The second floor was where the children slept; the daughters
on one side of the chimney, the sons on the other. The initials CH are in the
cement on the back of the chimney, presumably for Christian Herr. There are a couple of windows on each side at
this level.
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| STAIRS TO GARRET |
The stairs to the third floor (garret) are the
original wood and are too dried out and steep to risk having visitors ascend
them. Upstairs was use as a storage
place for drying herbs, storing grain, etc.
While there are some very steep stairs leading from
the ground floor between the kitchen and the cellar, visitors are taken outside
and enter the cellar from there. The rounded ceiling of brick is arched. The
cellar is under only half of the house. Meats would have been hung there,
vegetables (potatoes, etc) buried in the floor to keep them cool, and other
foods stored there in the coolness of the cellar.
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| CELLAR WAS UNDER ONLY HALF THE HOUSE |
The museum has several replica outbuildings and a
typical “home” garden, but we did not spend any time with these. The house was incredible and having a chance
to spend as much time as we chose was very nice.
To summarize the genealogy,
Lancaster
Rev.
Hans Herr, Jr.
(8GGF) , born in 1639 in Baden, Switzerland,
married Elizabeth Kendig
(8GGM), born in Zurich, Switzerland. They had 3 sons and 5 daughters. Hans first came to American in 1710 and died in
1725 in Pequea Creek, Lancaster County, PA in 1725; his wife died in 1730 in
Lampeter, Lancaster County.
One son, Christian Herr (7GGF)
was born in 1680 in Zurich. He was also a Mennonite Reverend. He married Anna Gantheret of Switzerland
(7GGM). Christian first came to America
in 1710. He and Anna had a daughter,
Maria Herr (6GGM) who was born in 1702 in Ibersheim, Rheinland-Pfalz. Anna and Maria joined Christian in America in
1717.
Shenandoah
Maria
Herr
married Abraham Hackman (6GGF) who
was born in Germany in 1692, died in 1763 in Coacalico, Lancaster County,
PA. Their granddaughter, Christina Hackman (4GGM) married Christian Hisey (4GGF) son of Hans
George Hisey, They bought land on Narrow Passage Creek, VA January 13, 1773. He
married Christina Hackman
(4GGM). Their sons were John,
Christian Jr., and Daniel. Christian Jr. was a Revolutionary War soldier.
Christian Sr. died in 1777 in Virginia
John (Johannes) (3GGF), son of Christian Sr.,was born in
Pennsylvania. He married Mary
Anne Hawse (Haas) (3GGM) October
9, 1781 in Virginia. He died April 12, 1803 in Shenandoah. Their eight children
included Jacob Hisey.
Jacob Haas Hisey (2GGF) was born November 3, 1790 in Woodstock, Virginia, served in
the Virginia Militia in the war of 1812. He married Isabella Abigail Spiggle Funkhouser (2GGM)
May 25, 1819 in Strasburg, VA. They immediately moved to Harrison County,
Indiana where in 1838 he received a Land Grant from President Van Buren of 40.3
acres. He died in August 25, 1839 leaving his wife with a family of 10 children
to raise. Jacob is buried on his farm on Big Indian Creek about 3 miles
southwest of Corydon, Indiana. Abigail lived until April 3, 1882 and is buried
at Louden's Chapel Cemetery near Corydon.
Jacob and Abigail's children included James Hisey (GGF), born May 13, 1832 in Harrison
County, Indiana (Corydon). He married Nancy
Jane Benson (GGM) on March
13, 1866 in Indiana.
Tennessee
Their son Teda
Alva (T.A.) Hisey (GF), my father's father, is the family member who ended
up in Tennessee, married to Penelope
Cobb King (GM), descendent of the Cobbs
of Jamestown.
He then appealed to Europeans, in particular
the German and Swiss who had been victims of constant fighting by the French in
their land for nearly a hundred years. He offered land for xxx for xxxxx acres.
Penn was very organized and very generous, welcoming
people of all faiths as long as they agreed to live peacefully together and be
loyal to the principality Penn created and headed up. He established the city of Philadelphia in
xxxx. Within 2 years there were 80 homes and by xxxx more than xxxxxx people
were resident in Philly. Penn hired a
surveyor to lay out the city between the two rivers with parcels of land
arranged in a regular grid with some “green areas” for public parks.
In the early 1700’s when German immigrants began to
take advantage of Penn’s offer of freedom of religion and good farmland, they
were settled in the next available land, Lancaster County.
The drive up Interstate 81 from Woodstock, VA was
horrible and when we got into Pennsylvania instead of finding beautiful open
Amish farmland like we had seen in Shipshewana, Indiana, we felt like we were
in Connecticut! By that I mean small, formerly-rural roads, winding among trees
only two feet off the shoulder, 4-way stops every mile or so, houses on every
square inch of land. Pretty homes, large
and not so large, well-kept yards, but hardly a square inch without someone’s
home on it. The roads were slightly
narrow for pulling Snoopy with comfort and the actual road our campground was
on did not allow large trucks! The locals drove the roads at a fast pace,
especially the morning we passed them on their way to work.
We pulled into a KOA that was surprisingly
large. Our site was a back-in between
trees that gave us complete privacy on all sides as though we were in a forest
instead of on the edge of a mostly empty field. The first night we went to bed
with all the windows open and nearly froze.
The temperature overnight reached 56 degrees and we had no blankets on
the bed, only sheet and spread. Talk
about a change from the Jamestown temperatures of nearly 100 degrees! No air conditioners needed here.
Having experienced the traffic from hell and seeing
the population density this far away from Philadelphia we were having big
second thoughts about driving into Philly for the day, even without Snoopy. We asked at the front desk if they knew of a
shuttle me might hire to go to the city.
To our delight and surprise they said there is a commuter train to
center city Philly about 15 minutes down the road! Hooray!
And the story gets better. As
senior citizens we paid only $1.00 each for our tickets (one way). And the parking at the train terminal for the
day cost another $1.00. Imagine …we had
to spend $5 total for our transportation and parking….and NO TRAFFIC. The ride took about an hour and we were
right downtown at Jefferson Station,
about 5 blocks from the Visitor Center of Historic Philadelphia.
A passenger sitting in front of us on the train
overheard me saying I wanted a snack before we started to sightsee. To our
surprise, as we stood looking around on the platform of where to go, he not
only gave us directions but said in addition to colonial Philly we really
should see the “market” adjacent to the train station. He said no dignitary or
important visitor every came to Philadelphia without a stop at the market. He then led us through the terminal, up two
levels and into maybe the best part of our whole visit!
This is a crazy indoor market of coffee shops,
bakeries, butchers, fish markets, restaurants, ….you name it! People of all
types. Stalls of all types. Sounds and images of all types. I loved it!
Whenever we are in Europe we seek out the town markets, but I never
expected this in downtown Philadelphia.
We wandered around until we found a shop for a Danish and coffee, and
enjoyed them as we watched this microcosm of the world go by.
From there we walked down to the historic center of
Philly. Another surprise, the tickets
you needed for the guided tour of Independence Hall were free, and there was no
charge for the exhibit hall for the Liberty Bell. As a matter of fact, we did
not have to pay to get into ANYTHING
concerning the history of our country.
Seems kind of “Penn”-like.
It was a beautiful day, maybe 75-80 degrees. The people were friendly, the city clean, and
the exhibits were simple and very good.
None of the commercialization and “dead” feelings we had in
Williamsburg. This was alive, full of people enjoying life, real people, nice
people.
For lunch of course we had to have Philly
Cheesesteak and a brew. The town focused
on the time of the Revolution, Benjamin Franklin, Declaration of
Independence, the Constitution , rather
than William Penn, and we enjoyed it all.
A simple ride home on the train, supper, and to bed (after we put a
couple of blankets on the bed).
The next day was back to family history. The plan was to visit the Hans Herr museum in
Lancaster County, and then visit the town of Lancaster. The traffic issues had already removed a
couple of other towns in the county from my list, and before we were done we
skipped the town of Lancaster, too.
But the day was a tremendous success
nevertheless. Between our campsite and
the museum we passed through Strasburg, a small town from the 1700’s which had
an active railroad station and railroad museum.
A family ‘tour’ train was loading and we hung around to see the massive
steam engine slowly gain speed as it pulled out of the station. I love the feel of power of those huge wheels
and pulleys working together to move that big, black steel engine. The whistle blew, the engine began to move,
and I loved every minute of it.
We got to the Hans Herr House museum a little after
noon and the house tour began at 1. We
wandered around the grounds inspecting all types of tools from the 1700s, and a
Conestoga wagon replica of those used by the German settlers headed down the
Great Wagon Road.
We spent the next couple of hours talking with our
guide about the Herr Family, the house and the history. We were the only ones
on the tour so we could ask whatever we thought of. We really enjoyed it. The details of the house and what we learned
are below.
By the time we finished the tour it was late
afternoon, and facing city traffic was not in the cards. We headed back to
Snoopy, had dinner, listened to music, read and went to bed. Tomorrow we have to survive crossing all of
Pennsylvania on I81 and the Pennsylvania Turnpike , and find a tiny campsite a
few miles east of Binghamton, NY. We won’t even unhook Snoopy – just stop,
spend the night, and head north to Henderson Harbor in upstate NY to an island
campground in Lake Ontario. Will be glad
when we get there.
HISTORY OF
HANS HERR FAMILY and HOUSE
In 1710 a small group of the men, which included two
of my ancestors, Rev. Hans Herr, Jr. a Swiss Mennonite bishop, and his son Christian
Herr (also a Reverend) left their families in the Netherlands, and traveled to
Philadelphia to buy the land for a settlement from William Penn. (These were my 8th and 7th
Great Grandfathers).
When they first landed on the shores of Chester County
to the east, they rejoiced at the beauty of the “soile”. Once the land
negotiations were completed, they began to set up on the land that is now
Lancaster County near Pequea Creek. The group cast lots to see who would return
to bring the rest of the families over.
Hans Herr, Jr. was selected to return, but the group felt they needed
their much loved leader and pastor to stay with them and xxxx Meylin volunteered to go in his
place.
This first group of Germans built temporary homes
and began right away to clear land to grow their crops. The land in Lancaster
is extremely fertile and these Germans were excellent farmers. Their families joined them and were quite
settled by 1717.
In 1719, the Herr’s built a very large (for the
times) sandstone house (from the nearby
fields) that would serve as the Herr home and the Mennonite place of
worship. It was built in the style of
the German/Swiss houses of that day.
This home was passed down through the Herr descendants, being used as
home, storage house, animal shelter, etc. and remains to this day,- as a museum.
On the lintel above the front door is the year 1719 and the HHR. No
electricity, plumbing, or modernization has taken place but the home is intact
from its garret where they stored grain, to the second floor where the three
sons and five daughters slept, to the main floor with master bedroom, worship
room/dining room, large working kitchen, and storage room, and the large cellar
for storing meats, fruits, and vegetables.
Water had to be carried from the stream down the hill for a hundred
years before they dug a well. (It is only 20 feet deep and still
functional now.)
When you stand in the house you are amazed at how
large it really is! The German kitchen
was strikingly different from the Scotch-Irish kitchen I saw in my families’
historical home Rocky Mount in East Tennessee.
First, the chimney for the hearth/kitchen is in the
main house, not separate. Presumably the
stonework of the walls made this house less susceptible to fire. It may also
have something to do with the need for heat, versus the heat-avoidance of the
more southern homes. Even more interesting is the fact that the chimney and
hearth are on the inside wall, not the outside wall. This allowed a “stove” to be built in the
center of the house to heat the rooms behind the kitchen (the worship /dining
room and bedroom). This “stove” was a
closed projection at the back of the hearth, jutting into the rooms, just to
radiate heat. The only flame or fire was in the kitchen hearth.
The hearth did not have a specialized baking oven
but utilized “dutch oven” iron ware to cook over the coals or pots to hang over
the fires. A worktable stood in front of
the hearth for the food preparation.
It was interesting to see the insulation they used
in the ceiling (the floor of the second story). Three inch boards wrapped in
rye straw, coated in mud and horse manure lay side by side across the floor
space. These were then cemented over for a ceiling for the first floor.
Floorboards were affixed to these for the second floor. The stone and cement walls were at least a
foot thick so the house would have been pretty well insulated against the cold.
The second floor was where the children slept; the daughters
on one side of the chimney, the sons on the other. The initials CH are in the
cement on the back of the chimney, presumably for Christian Herr. There are a couple of windows on each side at
this level.
The stairs to the third floor (garret) are the
original wood and are too dried out and steep to risk having visitors ascend
them. Upstairs was use as a storage
place for drying herbs, storing grain, etc.
While there are some very steep stairs leading from
the ground floor between the kitchen and the cellar, visitors are taken outside
and enter the cellar from there. The rounded ceiling of brick is arched. The
cellar is under only half of the house. Meats would have been hung there,
vegetables (potatoes, etc) buried in the floor to keep them cool, and other
foods stored there in the coolness of the cellar.
The museum has several replica outbuildings and a
typical “home” garden, but we did not spend any time with these. The house was incredible and having a chance
to spend as much time as we chose was very nice.
To summarize the genealogy,
Lancaster
Rev.
Hans Herr, Jr.
(8GGF) , born in 1639 in Baden, Switzerland,
married Elizabeth Kendig
(8GGM), born in Zurich, Switzerland. They had 3 sons and 5 daughters. Hans first came to American in 1710 and died in
1725 in Pequea Creek, Lancaster County, PA in 1725; his wife died in 1730 in
Lampeter, Lancaster County.
One son, Christian Herr (7GGF)
was born in 1680 in Zurich. He was also a Mennonite Reverend. He married Anna Gantheret of Switzerland
(7GGM). Christian first came to America
in 1710. He and Anna had a daughter,
Maria Herr (6GGM) who was born in 1702 in Ibersheim, Rheinland-Pfalz. Anna and Maria joined Christian in America in
1717.
Shenandoah
Maria
Herr
married Abraham Hackman (6GGF) who
was born in Germany in 1692, died in 1763 in Coacalico, Lancaster County,
PA. Their granddaughter, Christina Hackman (4GGM) married Christian Hisey (4GGF) son of Hans
George Hisey, They bought land on Narrow Passage Creek, VA January 13, 1773. He
married Christina Hackman
(4GGM). Their sons were John,
Christian Jr., and Daniel. Christian Jr. was a Revolutionary War soldier.
Christian Sr. died in 1777 in Virginia
John (Johannes) (3GGF), son of Christian Sr.,was born in
Pennsylvania. He married Mary
Anne Hawse (Haas) (3GGM) October
9, 1781 in Virginia. He died April 12, 1803 in Shenandoah. Their eight children
included Jacob Hisey.
Jacob Haas Hisey (2GGF) was born November 3, 1790 in Woodstock, Virginia, served in
the Virginia Militia in the war of 1812. He married Isabella Abigail Spiggle Funkhouser (2GGM)
May 25, 1819 in Strasburg, VA. They immediately moved to Harrison County,
Indiana where in 1838 he received a Land Grant from President Van Buren of 40.3
acres. He died in August 25, 1839 leaving his wife with a family of 10 children
to raise. Jacob is buried on his farm on Big Indian Creek about 3 miles
southwest of Corydon, Indiana. Abigail lived until April 3, 1882 and is buried
at Louden's Chapel Cemetery near Corydon.
Jacob and Abigail's children included James Hisey (GGF), born May 13, 1832 in Harrison
County, Indiana (Corydon). He married Nancy
Jane Benson (GGM) on March
13, 1866 in Indiana.
Tennessee
Their son Teda
Alva (T.A.) Hisey (GF), my father's father, is the family member who ended
up in Tennessee, married to Penelope
Cobb King (GM), descendent of the Cobbs
of Jamestown.
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