This Day in Goodlove History, June 11

• This Day in Goodlove History, June 11

• By Jeffery Lee Goodlove

• jefferygoodlove@aol.com

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• Surnames associated with the name Goodlove have been spelled the following different ways; Cutliff, Cutloaf, Cutlofe, Cutloff, Cutlove, Cutlow, Godlib, Godlof, Godlop, Godlove, Goodfriend, Goodlove, Gotleb, Gotlib, Gotlibowicz, Gotlibs, Gotlieb, Gotlob, Gotlobe, Gotloeb, Gotthilf, Gottlieb, Gottliebova, Gottlob, Gottlober, Gottlow, Gutfrajnd, Gutleben, Gutlove

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• The Chronology of the Goodlove, Godlove, Gottlob, Gottlober, Gottlieb (Germany) etc., and Allied Families of Battaile, (France), Crawford (Scotland), Harrison (England), Jackson (Ireland), LeClere (France), Lefevre (France), McKinnon (Scotland), Plantagenets (England), Smith (England), Stephenson (England?), Vance (Ireland from Normandy), and Winch (England, traditionally Wales), including correspondence with -George Rogers Clarke, George Washington, and Thomas Jefferson.

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• The Goodlove/Godlove/Gottlieb families and their connection to the Cohenim/Surname project:

• New Address! http://www.familytreedna.com/public/goodlove/default.aspx

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• This project is now a daily blog at:

• http://thisdayingoodlovehistory.blogspot.com/

• Goodlove Family History Project Website:

• http://familytreemaker.genealogy.com/users/g/o/o/Jeffery-Goodlove/

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• Books written about our unique DNA include:

• “Abraham’s Children, Race, Identity, and the DNA of the Chosen People” by Jon Entine.

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• “ DNA & Tradition, The Genetic Link to the Ancient Hebrews” by Rabbi Yaakov Kleiman, 2004.



“Jacob’s Legacy, A Genetic View of Jewish History” by David B. Goldstein, 2008.

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• My thanks to Mr. Levin for his outstanding research and website that I use to help us understand the history of our ancestry. Go to http://thisdayinjewishhistory.blogspot.com/ for more information. “For more information about the Weekly Torah Portion or the History of Jewish Civilization go to the Temple Judah Website http://www.templejudah.org/ and open the Adult Education Tab "This Day...In Jewish History " is part of the study program for the Jewish History Study Group in Cedar Rapids, Iowa.

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A point of clarification. If anybody wants to get to the Torah site, they do not have to go thru Temple Judah. They can use http://DownhomeDavarTorah.blogspot.com and that will take them right to it.





The details for the GOODLOVE FAMILY REUNION were mailed Apr 9, 2011. If you haven't received the information and want to attend, please e-mail 11Goodlovereunion@gmail.com to add your name to the mailing list. RSVP's are needed by May 10.

Goodlove Family Reunion

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Pinicon Ridge Park, Central City, Iowa

4729 Horseshoe Falls Road, Central City, Iowa 52214

319-438-6616

www.mycountyparks.com/County/Linn/Park/Pinicon-Ridge-Park

The plans at the 2007 reunion were to wait 5 years to meet again. But hey, we are all aging a bit, so why wait: Because it was so hot with the August date, we are trying June this year. We hope that you and your family will be able to come. This is the same location as 2007 and with the same details. The mailing lists are hard to keep current, so I’m sure I have missed a lot of people. Please ask your relatives if they have the information, and pass this on to any relative who needs it.

Horseshoe Falls Lodge 8 AM to 8 PM. We will set up and clean up (although help is nice).

Please sign the Guest Book. Come early, stay all day, or just for a while.

Food- Hy-Vee will cater chicken & Ham plus coffee/iced tea/lemonade. Please bring a vegetable, appetizer, salad, bread or dessert in the amount you would for any family dinner. For those coming from a distance, there are grocery stores in Marion for food and picnic supplies.

Dinner at Noon. Supper at 5 PM. Please provide your own place settings.

Games-Mary & Joe Goodlove are planning activities for young & ‘not so young’. Play or watch. The Park also has canoes and paddle boats (see website for more information).

Lodging- The park does have campsites and a few cabins. Reservations 319-892-6450 or on-line. There are many motels/hotels in Marion/Cedar Rapids area.

The updated Family tree will be displayed for you to add or modify as needed.

Family albums, scrapbooks or family information. Please bring anything you would like to share. There will be tables for display. If you have any unidentified Goodlove family photos, please bring those too. Maybe someone will bhe able to help.

Your RSVP is important for appropriate food/beverage amounts. Please send both accepts & regrets to Linda Pedersen by May 10.

Something new: To help offset reunion costs (lodge rental/food/postage), please consider a donation of at leat $5 for each person attending. You may send your donation with your RSVP or leave it ‘in the hat’ June 12.

Hope to hear from you soon and see you June 12.

Mail

Linda Pedersen

902 Heiler Court

Eldridge, IA 52748

Call:

563-285-8189 (home)

563-340-1024 (cell)

E-mail:

11goodlovereunion@gmail.com

Pedersen37@mchsi.com





In a message dated 6/7/2011 4:32:19 P.M. Central Daylight Time, JPT@donationnet.net writes:





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Dear Jeff,

Happy Shauvot from the Jerusalem Prayer Team! The Feast of Weeks, more commonly known to us as Pentecost, comes seven weeks after Easter. It observes the giving of the Torah to Moses on Mt. Sinai. The Jewish people will celebrate with candles, special meals, and a reading of the Ten Commandments. Many will also read the book of Ruth, to mark the death of King David on this date, since Ruth was his great grandmother. It is a wonderful time for us to bless the Chosen People and join in the celebration.



Modeh ani l'faneykha, melekh chai vekayam; rabbah emunatekha.

I thank you living and eternal King; great is your faithfulness.

Your ambassador to Jerusalem,

Dr. Michael Evans



This Day…

June 1179: Saladin’s call to arms brings a massive army from every corner of the Islamic world. They set up camp near Jacobs ford. In a matter of weeks reconnaissance units venture into Crusader territory. On excursion yields an unexpected jackpot. The Muslim horsemen are confronted by a company of knights. The Templar cavalry include Baldwin himself. The showdown escalades into a full scale battle. The crusaders are severely outnumbered but stand and fight. Many dignitaries are killed. King Baldwin is wounded but manages to escape with his life. 270 soldiers are captured including the Graned Master. The man who rejected Saladins offer. The Templars while still vulnerable to attack are now are without a leader. [1]



1183

In June 1183, in the Muslim month of Safar (June) and after the death of a child-emir, he captured Aleppo. Aleppo was known as the Gray Castle, and among the public there was popular saying that presaged even greater triumphs ahead: “Thy taking of the Gray Castle in the month of Safar announces the conquest of Jerusalem for the month of Rajah.[2]

1184

Between the King’s illness and his heir’s minority, Guy of Lusignan was appointed regent of the realm in 1184, and this put him in charge of the details of rule.[3]

1185

The leper King died in 1185, and his tiny nephew died the following year.[4]

1185

The Temple Church in London built by the Nights Templar in 1185 gives us some clues. They wanted their Church round to remind them of their home, The Holy Seplecer. [5]

June 1187: By the end of June 1187 the Muslims had mustered an army of 45,000 men including 12,000 light cavalry. The Crusaders had just over 20,000 including nearly 6,000 cavalry. [6]

June 11, 1191: King Richard promises the Crusaders gold for each stone they remove from the wall at Acre. Winning Acre will give Richard a beachhead in the Holy Land. They will have to breach defenses they made when they ruled the city. Richard builds portable attack platforms called “siege towers.” Rolled up to the side of the walls, soldiers climb the stairways to the top of Acre’s walls.[7]



June 11, 1509: Marriage of King Henry VIII of England and Katherine of Aragon. Before marrying Henry, the Spanish made him promise that he would never permit Jews to live in his Kingdom. Henry agreed which was no big deal at the time since Jews had been officially banished from the realm for centuries. In one of those ironic twists of history, Henry would rely on the book of Leviticus when seeking to divorce Katherine. He sought support from Rabbis in Italy whose interpretation of the divine text might be different from the prelates in England. The Italian Rabbis did not jump at the opportunity to bail out the English monarch since they had no desire of angering the “Bishop of Rome” who had power over their existence.[8]

June 11, 1590: The entire Jewish quarter of Posen which was built almost entirely of wood burned while the gentile population watched and pillaged. Fifteen people died and eighty scrolls were burned.[9]

June 11, 1713: Essex County, Virginia, Wills and Deeds, 1711-1714, p. 125. Lease and Release. 9 and June 9 and 10, 1713. Nathaniel Vickers, planter, of St. Marys Par., Essex Co., sells Andrew2 Harrison the younger, planter, of the same Par. and Co., 100 acres in St. Marys Par., adj. land of Richard Long where he now lives, Edward Evans corn field, etc. Signed Nathaniel Vickers. Wit: Richard x Long, Edward x Evans, Augt Smith. Rec. June 11,

1713.[10]





June 11, 1713: Essex County, Virginia, Wills and Deeds, 1711-1714, p. 127. Lease and Release. June 9 and June 10, 1713. Andrew2 Harrison the younger, planter, of St. Marys Par., Essex Co., sells Nath'll Vickers of same Par., 200 acres, adj. land of Mr. Buckner and that of Richard Long. Signed Andrew2 Harrison. Wit: Richard x Long, Edward x Evans, Augt Smith. Rec. June 11, 1713.[11]



June 11, 1752: The Indians also called the present-day location of Pittsburgh the Fork of the Monongahela.

According to Charles Augustus Hanna‘s 1911 book ―The Wilderness Trail…‖, at a June 11,

1752 meeting at Logstown, the Indian Thornariss (known by the English as Half King) said:

Brother, the Governor of Virginia. … We are sure the French design nothing else but

mischief, for they have struck our friends, the Twightwees. We therefore desire our

brethren of Virginia may build a strong house at the Fork of the Mohongalio, to keep

such goods, powder, lead, and necessaries as shall be wanting; and as soon as you

please. [12]





June 11, 1759

Rev. Thompson Ege. writing the "Dodson Genealogy 1600-1907" in the early 1900's listed Eleanor's birth as 6/11/1759, death as 1,5, 1845. and solved her pedigree by "surmising that a Margaret Dodson who was the daughter of an early Maryland settler named John Dodson and married a Howard, named a daughter after her sister Eleanor. However, Rev. Ege did not provided any facts to support his surmise.[13]



June 11, 1774: Jews in Algeria escape the attacks of the Spanish army.[14]



June 11, 1776

John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, and others are appointed to draft a decflaration of independence.[15]



June 11, 1778: Dodson John Pvt February 5, 1778 June 11, 1778 Discharged. [16] In the final paragraph of page 343, reference is made to John Dodson serving under Col. Thomas Bull and
being present with Washington at the surrender of Lord Cornwallis at Yorktown, VA. There appears to be
several things wrong with this claim. First, John enlisted in the military February 5, 1778 and was
discharged June 11, 1778(16). The surrender of Lord Cornwallis took place at Yorktown during October 17th - 20th, 1781(17), more than three years after John was discharged from military service. Second, the subject John Dodson was a member of the First Regiment Maryland Line, recruited to fill the quota for Anne Arundel County, Maryland(18). Col. Thomas Bull commanded the 1st Company, 2nd Bn, Chester County, Pennsylvania troops. (19) Thus, John Dodson was in the wrong military unit and at the wrong time to havebeen at the surrender of Lord Cornwallis. [17]



June 11, 1782:

•Colonel William Crawford tortured and killed by British officers and Indians.

•Colonel William Crawford was the boyhood and lifelong friend of George Washington. Many of their original letters are in the Library of Congress.

•Colonel William Crawford is the compilers 6th great grandfather.





[June 11, 1782—Tuesday]

It was sunrise when Col. Crawford was roused by his two Delaware guards. He had slept little during the night, dozing fitfully and occasionally moaning as if in pain. He refused to accept any of the food the guards offered him and when they left the New Half King’s Town for the abandoned town, just over eight miles distant up the Sandusky River trail, his movements were so lethargic at first that they had to prod him along with growing impatience.

As they passed the island of trees that had been the battleground, he barely took note of it and simply plodded on. Not until they reached the springs where the army had stopped to rest and drink before heading north into battle did he seem to come out of his torpor somewhat. He drank deeply at the springs and even wondered if Dr. Knight would still be at the abandoned Half King’s Town when they arrived. When they moved on, continuing south, he vaguely noted that they passed several bodies beside the road. He took them to be volunteers, but he could not recognize any, since their heads were missing.

John Knight was, in fact, at the old town when they arrived, as were four of the nine soldiers who had arrived there with him. He and those four had been stripped to the waist, and their faces and chests had been painted black shortly after their arrival at the town. Crawford knew what that meant.

To Dr. Knight’s query about whether he had received any encouraging news from Girty, Crawford shrugged. “Girty has promised to do all in his power for me but is doubtful he can succeed. The Indians are very much inflamed against us.”

Pathetically glad to see their commander again, the men crowded about him, asking for any news that might be encouraging. The other five soldiers who had arrived with them, Dr. Knight told him, including the good-natured Pvt. John McKinley, had been similarly painted, but they had been taken away shortly before dark.

Within minutes of his arrival, Col. Crawford was similarly painted on his face and chest. Then the two Delaware chiefs, Wingenund and Pimoacan, approached him. In an oddly cordial manner they greeted him and shook his hand. Then all 19 of the Delawares herded the six prisoners before them northward on the trail by which Crawford had just arrived.

As they neared the spring area again, the five bodies were still sprawled along the road where Crawford had vaguely noted them earlier. Now a number of Indian boys moved among them, occasionally pausing to plunge knives or tomahawks into the carcasses. Two of the boys were kicking a round object in the road and, as the prisoners passed close by, the youngsters paused and stared at them malevolently. The object they were kicking turned out to be a severed head that had been scalped. Disfigured and battered though it was, the captives recognized it as the popular Pvt. John McKinley, and the horrifying realization dawned on them that these bodies being abused were those of the five volunteers that had been taken away from the old town the evening before.

The procession, augmented by several other warriors who had joined them along the way, paused briefly at the springs again to drink, then continued northward on the trail leading back to the island of trees where the battle had been fought. In less than a mile and a half, however, they turned left on a smaller trail that angled to the northwest, just south of the extensive cranberry bog.[18] At this point they were joined by a substantial party of Shawnees led by their war chief Shemeneto. The two Indian parties paused while Pimoacan, Wingenund and Shemeneto talked animatedly for a time, gesturing occasionally toward the captives. When their conversation was concluded, Pimoacan spoke a few words to his men, and at once two of the Shawnee warriors came to the prisoners and separated Dr. Knight from the others, taking him into the midst of their group. It was obvious that the regimental surgeon was now their captive. The combined groups immediately resumed the journey toward the northwest.

Within four miles they came to a small Delaware village where there were perhaps a dozen warriors and easily four times that many women and children, the latter mainly boys.[19] They paused here briefly as the villagers clustered around Pimoacan and Wingenund, chattering excitedly, and the word Gnadenhütten was frequently voiced. After a few minutes Pimoacan issued an order and the warriors escorting Col. Crawford and the four privates took those latter four and turned them over to the villagers.

What happened then was horrifying in the extreme. The four soldiers were at first pushed and shoved about violently, struck with fists and clawed at by the grasping hands of the frenziedly shrieking women. The four began screaming in terror and crying for help, and then one of them was struck a vicious blow in the back of the neck with a tomahawk and killed. He was immediately scalped. In succession the other three were similarly tomahawked and scalped by the shrieking horde of women and boys. Some, bearing the freshly taken scalps, rushed up to Col. Crawford and Dr. Knight and slapped them across the face repeatedly with their bloody trophies. The tormentors continued to slash at the bodies with tomahawks until there seemed no area of those four bodies that was not mutilated.

A short gauntlet line was formed then, the women and children arming themselves with switches and sticks cut from a nearby clump of brush. Col. Crawford and Dr. Knight were led to the head of the line. First the colonel, then the surgeon ran through, both men taking a pelting and suffering a number of painful welts but no severe injury. At a command from Wingenund, the gauntlet lines broke up and the march was resumed.

Now, as they progressed on the trail due north, followed by a number of the villagers who maintained a short distance behind, mistreatment of both surviving Americans by their guards began. They were shoved, struck with fists, sticks and clubs and occasionally kicked as the march continued. In about another mile the trail they were on was intersected by a trail from the east; approaching them on this trail was a small mounted party of Wyandots, half a dozen British Rangers, a few traders and Simon Girty, who was riding his fine gray horse.[20]

This new group gathered about the chiefs and an animated discussion followed in the native tongue, which neither Crawford nor Knight could follow. Girty was especially urgent in his remarks to Pimoacan as he offered his horse and saddle, his Negro slave, his rifle and all the money he had with him—$l ,000 if an effort to purchase Crawford, but Pimoacan shook his head and gruffly refused. Girty’s considerable influence with the Wyandots did not extend to the Delawares.

The newcomers joined the ever growing procession to the northwest, and Girty spoke briefly to Crawford, saying that although he would continue trying to save him, he doubted if anything could be done.

“The Indians are very bitter against you,” he said, “so much that I doubt I could save you if you were my own father.”[21] In another mile and a quarter the trail turned just slightly north of due east and they followed it another three quarters of a mile to the principal village of the Delawares, Pimoacan’s Town.

Crawford and Knight were fearful that there would be another gauntlet to run here but, instead, they were taken directly to a council ring, where a fire was already burning and the majority of Delaware chiefs and subchiefs were on hand, along with many warriors. Two of the most notable on hand were Chief TarhThe Crane-and Chief Buckangehela, their villages closest to those of their allies, the Shawnees.[22] Within a short time the council was in full session, with Simon Girty acting as interpreter and also making a strong plea for Col. Crawford not to be sentenced to death. A barrage of recriminations was raised against the officer, foremost among which was the accusation that he participated in the massacre of the converted Moravians at Gnadenhütten just a little over three moons previously.

“That’s not true,” Crawford protested. “I was not there and did not participate in that expedition in any way. Col. David Williamson was in charge. I would never have done something like that.”

Girty interpreted and Pimoacan frowned. “Then how is it,” he asked through Girty, “that you have just led an army against the Indians—Delawares and Wyandots alike with the intention of killing all you encountered, even women and children?”

Crawford had no response for this, but he attempted to veer the matter off course by taking a different tack. “I do not personally hold any enmity against the Indians,” he said sincerely. “Four years ago when everyone was for killing them, I very much favored the Delawares at the salt licks on the river you call Mahoning.”

When Girty interpreted, there were immediate gasps and a loud outbreak of angry accusation and denunciation. When it faded away, Pimoacan summoned his wife, Michikapeche and she soon appeared before him. As they conversed, she became very agitated, stared at Crawford and nodded. She pointed at him and, as she broke into a tirade, Crawford could see that one of her fingers was missing to the first joint. Gradually her outburst died in its intensity and, when Pimoacan gestured, she left immediately.

“You were with the white chief general called Hand when he destroyed the villages of my people,” he said coldly, addressing the colonel. “And not only on Mahoning, where you killed little boys who were innocently hunting. You also helped to destroy Kuskusskee, where my brother and mother were murdered and where part of my wife’s finger was shot off Where our women were murdered.”

When Girty finished interpreting, Crawford responded, “If the one with the end of her finger gone is your wife, then ask her about the soldier who was going to tomahawk her and the chief soldier who saved her life. I am the one who saved her. I had nothing to do with the death of your brother, Captain Bull.”

“She would not have been hurt,” Pimoacan replied coldly, “if your soldiers had not gone there. Our women would not have been killed. Our boys. My brother, who was their chief You have brought death to the Delaware people many times, and now you have tried to do so again, but we were too much for you, and now it is your soldiers who have paid for your foolishness. And now it is you who must pay for it.’,

Girty himself had been a part of Gen. Hand’s bungled Squaw Campaign but had wisely hidden the fact from these Indians. Now Crawford, by his own admission, had placed himself there and could not have more surely sealed his own fate. The assemblage clamored for Crawford to be executed and, one by one, Pimoacan called for the views of the chiefs. Not one spoke in his favor and, when they were finished, he passed the final judgment death at the stake.

In a desperate effort Girty launched a fresh plea for the life of his friend, offering more and more ransom, until the chief silenced him with a slashing motion of his hand.

“We will free him,” Pimoacan told him, “only if you are willing to take his place for the burning.”

The Indian agent shook his head and looked away.

There was a flurry of activity as Pimoacan issued a series of orders and a large segment of the population of the village quickly moved off. The black charcoal paint on the face and upper body of both Dr. Knight and Col. Crawford had thinned and run due to their perspiration and now they were taken to one of the huts, where fresh paint was applied. Both were given some food, but neither touched it. They simply waited in silence for what was to come. As they waited, Crawford remembered his refusal the night before, in Monakaduto’s Town, to accept Girty’s help in escaping; remembered as well Girty’s warning that he might come to wish he had accepted the offer.

It was beyond midafternoon when the two captives were taken from the hut and marched back three-quarters of a mile along the road by which they had arrived, to the point where the trail turned from the north to the northeast. Now, at that point, they turned to the north again and followed a much narrower path toward the line of trees that grew along the banks of Tymochtee Creek. Within 300 yards they came to the edge of a bluff overlooking the stream bottom 20 feet below. On the level surface of this bluff, a fire was burning in a clearing among white oak trees, and several hundred people had already gathered. Most of those already assembled were warriors, but there were also about 70 women and boys, plus a small number of British Rangers and traders. Even some other longtime captives, some of them adopted into the tribe, were on hand.[23]

Standing in an isolated area 20 feet or so from the fire was a sturdy young tree that now resembled a post. Though still firmly rooted in the soil, it had been cut off 15 feet above the ground and all its branches stripped away. Less than a foot below where it had been topped, a rope had been firmly tied and trailed down to the ground, where it ended in a little coil. The two captives were led past it and, a short distance from the fire, they were made to sit on the ground. Here they were verbally abused by the spectators and subjected to a spate of mild blows with fists and sticks until Chief Pimoacan put a stop to it.

Several chiefs in succession spoke to those assembled, but neither Crawford nor Knight had any idea what was being said. Simon Girty, who would have been able to tell them, was at this time seated on the ground quite a distance from them, close to Pimoacan and Wingenund. The talking lasted for upward of an hour, concluding late in the afternoon.

At a motion from Pimoacan, several warriors went directly to Col. Crawford, pulled him to his feet and stripped him. His wrists were bound behind him with a length of rawhide. Then he was led to the tree post by Scotach, son of Monakaduto, and the end of the rope trailing down from the top of the tree post was firmly tied around the short length of rawhide ligature between Crawford’s wrists. When completed, there was enough leeway in the tether for the condemned man to move straight out from the tree a few feet or to circle it two or three times before being forced to more or less unwind in the other direction.

Pale and drawn, Crawford watched as Scotach finished his task, and then his gaze moved across the assemblage, paused for a moment on Pimoacan and Wingenund and then fixed on the Indian agent seated on the ground near them.

“Girty,” he called, shaking his head as if this were all a bad dream, “do they really intend to burn me?”

“Yes,” Girty replied.

“Then,” Crawford responded, straightening in resolve, “I will try to take it all patiently.”

As Scotach continued to stand nearby, the colonel lifted his head and looked skyward. “Lord God Almighty,” he prayed in a soft voice, “have mercy on my soul. Dear God, help me to conquer my fear and bear with strength what is going to be done to me here and now. In God’s name, I ask this.” Crawford remained looking upward and his lips continued moving, but now his voice became inaudible, even to Scotach standing close by.

Pimoacan now took a stance a short distance away and addressed the assemblage in a strong, hard voice, telling them that this was the man who had brought so much grief to the Indians; the man who had been involved in the destruction of the Delaware villages on the Mahoning four years earlier, and who, at that time, at the destruction of Kuskusskee, had been involved in the murder of Pimoacan’s brother, Captain Bull, and their mother, and in the wounding of Pimoacan’s wife, Michikapeche, as well as others; the man held responsible for the massacre only a few months ago of nearly 100 of their Christianized brethren at the Moravian town of Gnadenhutten; the man who had now marched an army of men into the very homeland of the Delawares and Wyandots with the avowed intention of killing all they met and showing mercy to none, not even women and children. This, then, was the man who was condemned to death for these crimes, and that death should begin now.

The assemblage broke into whoops and screams as he finished and, as Scotach withdrew a short distance and sat on the ground, one warrior broke from the crowd and, drawing his knife from his belt as he ran, rushed to Crawford. He jerked the colonel’s head down and swiftly used the blade to slice off both the officer’s ears. Crawford gasped but did not cry out. The warrior stuffed the trophies into his belt pouch and withdrew.

A few moments later a large number of warriors approached Crawford, whose neck and shoulders were brightly stained with his blood. All were armed with flintlock rifles heavily charged with gunpowder only. One after another, as Crawford moaned and vainly tried to jerk out of the way, the muzzles of the weapons were held close to him and the guns fired, the resultant blasts scorching and charring his flesh and sending burning bits of the powder through his skin, where it continued to burn and sting with a fury far worse than any swarm of hornets. A total of about 70 shots were fired until his entire body from neck to knees was peppered and burned with shallow, extremely painful wounds, including even his genitals, from which smoke from the burning gunpowder continued to rise well after they were finished shooting.

Simon Girty appealed to Pimoacan to end this torture and free Crawford and once more offered, in exchange for this favor, his horse, his possessions, his rifle, the $1,000 he carried and $2,000 more he could get. But Pimoacan continued to shake his head and, as the pleas continued, the chief finally became so aggravated that he whirled toward Girty with a savage expression, his words filled with malevolence.

“Silence! You keep begging—say one more word !—and I will make another stake to burn you!”

Girty fell silent and watched as a new torment was begun for Crawford. The Indians, men and women alike, gathered at the fire where slender hickory poles, each a dozen feet in length, had been laid across it and burned through in the middle, leaving six-foot lengths with one end still burning around a white-hot core. These were thrust at Crawford everywhere from neck to feet, sizzling as they poked into skin and flesh and blood. It seemed almost to be a contest among the tormentors to see where they could poke the burning end to cause the utmost pain, again his genitals being a favored target as well as his rectum, his nipples, navel, armpits. He circled in an attempt to get away, stumbling and falling as he went around the tree post as far as he could in one direction and then again in the other, but each time he scrambled back to his feet and moved on. He bore the torture with great fortitude, yet time and again he would moan in agony as a burning pole poked a previously untouched spot, and at length there were no more undamaged spots. His skin, first reddened and blistered, became blackened and curled into little charred crisps, exposing raw red flesh beneath.

Several squaws went to the fire with broad pieces of bark and scooped up quantities of the hot coals. These they carried up close to Crawford and heaved at him. Those that struck his body did little additional damage to him as they simply bounced off and fell to the ground. But on the ground they caused a new torment for him, as he soon was unable to step anywhere within his bounds without putting his bare feet down on glowing embers and hot ashes.

While this was occurring a small group of British traders showed up—men who dealt almost exclusively with the Delawares and who were held in high esteem by Pimoacan, Tarhe, Wingenund and other Delaware chiefs. Girty, the evening Crawford came to see him, had sent messages to these men at their posts at Lower Sandusky and on Mohican Creek, begging them to come and use their influence with the chiefs to save Crawford’s life. Now they had come, as quickly as they had been able, but they saw at a glance that it was too late, and they shook their heads and did nothing to intervene; Col. Crawford was beyond help.

The torture continued past sunset and into the twilight, and at one point Col. Crawford glimpsed Simon Girty sitting close to Pimoacan and Wingenund, his features frozen in grim lines. He called loudly to him then.

“Girty! Girty! For God’s sake, Girty, shoot me through the heart!”

Girty turned his head and saw Pimoacan and Wingenund staring at him, and then he looked back toward the colonel and called out, “I dare not, Crawford. They would burn me as well.”

There was no response from the man being tortured, and it appeared he had not heard the reply. A moment later, unable to witness any more of this, Girty got to his feet and walked off without looking back.[24] Staring straight ahead, he paid no attention to the man he passed who was approaching the fire—a white man dressed like an Indian. It was his own brother James, who, after a curious glance after his older brother, continued forward and sat on the ground near where Simon had been seated.

The torture continued, but it was obvious now that Crawford was growing weaker. He tottered and shuffled, all the while still being poked with the burning poles, and finally he called out again.

“Girty, please, shoot me—kill me!”

James Girty looked at him with disgust for a moment and then grinned. “I can’t, Crawford,” he said. “Don’t you see I ain’t got my gun?” Then he turned and made some comment to the Indians seated behind him, and they all laughed loudly.586

Finally, after some two hours of intense agony, Crawford fell to the ground at the base of the tree post and lay still, only semiconscious. At this, ?h osh—Joseph— who had escaped the Moravian Massacre, leaped up from where ad been sitting as a spectator, rushed to the pole and scalped him. That, as well as the long moan that issued from the colonel’s lips, delighted the spectators, who hooted and howled their approval, a sound that grew in volume when Joseph took the scalp over to Dr. Knight and held it before his eyes.

“This is your great captain!” he said, then slapped Knight repeatedly with it until the surgeon’s own face was stained with the blood.

When Crawford continued lying there, face down in the deepening twilight, an old Cherokee woman who had lived many years with the Delawares picked up one of the broad pieces of bark and scooped up a mound of hot coals from the fire. These she carried to the recumbent colonel and heaped on both his back and his bare skull where his scalp had been. Again a deep prolonged moan rose from Crawford, and he struggled back to his feet and once more began shuffling around the tree post as the prodding with fire poles was resumed.

It was then that Knight’s Shawnee guards forced him to his feet and led him away to Pimoacan’s Town, where they were planning to stay the night at the Delaware chief’s invitation. But as John Knight walked away, the grisly scene behind him remained all too clear in his mind, and he knew he would never entirely be free of that image.

Out of sight behind him, the same woman who had piled coals on the colonel now scooped up another heap of them and, returning to the tree post, scattered them thickly all over the ground to which he was confined. Amazingly, Crawford walked across them, his shuffling forcing some of the coals up onto his toes and arch, others under the soles of his feet, yet he showed no reaction. The prodding and poking with burning poles continued and, at last, just before nightfall, the shuffling stopped and the tortured man teetered in place for a moment, then fell heavily and did not move again, his ordeal ended.

Col. William Crawford was dead.[25]

At a gesture and some words from Wingenund, two warriors came forward and cut the bonds away. Then they grasped him by the ankles and dragged him to the fire, which had just been replenished with numerous sticks, branches and logs. Two other warriors came to help, and they pitched the body into the hottest part of the blaze. At this, a prolonged wild cheering erupted from the crowd.[26] The Indians then piled fresh firewood over the body until it was completely covered. Within minutes the fire had become a roaring conflagration. A dance began around the blaze, the dancers and spectators alike raising their voices in the repetitive, hypnotic chant of the scalp song that lasted far into the night:

“Aw-oh . . . Aw-oh . . . Aw-oh . . . Aw-oh . .[27]









10 Major William Harrison (Lawrence Andrew,2 Andrew 1) lived (with his parents on the “Mount Pleasant Tract “, in Fayette County Pennsylvania. His career was short, but filled with activity and accomplishment. He married Sarah Crawford, daughter of Colonel William Crawford.

Major William. Harrison held the following civil and military offices:Sheriff, attorney, legislator and Major. He was a member of the disastrous expedition to Sandusky, against the Wyandotte and MoraviaIndians, which was commanded by his father-in law Colonel William Crawford, and shared the tragic fate of many of the other members. He was taken prisoner, and put to death by the most excruciating torture, on June 11, 1782.* [28]







XI.— MARSHEL TO IRVINE.



June 11, 1782

Dear Sir:— This moment came to hand the enclosed letter,[29] by which you will learn the unhappy fate of our little army [under Colonel Crawford]. What the consequences may be, God only knows. I would fondly hope that matters are not quite so bad as they are represented; as men who quit an army in time of action generally represent matters worse than they really are, in order to save their own credit. Besides, the event of the battle on Thursday, is ont yet known to us.[30]



“Cross Creek MILLS, 11th June, 1782.

“Sir:— Last night nine men arrived at the Mingo Bottom [on the east side of the Ohio river], who give us the disagreeable news of our army under the command of Colonel Crawford being defeated on Tuesday last about one mile and a half from the upper Sandusky town. They attacked our men about twelve o’clock [Tuesday, June 4th]. The battle lasted until Wednesday night. On Tuesday, they killed four of our men and wounded about twenty. On Wednesday they did but little damage, but were re-enforced by a great number of Indians. Wednesday night, our men left the ground, and Thursdayin the afternoon were attacked again, when the nine men quit the army in the beginning of the battle and cannot tell how it went. They were in distress for victuals, and I expect they will all be in want that have the luck to return.

“Sir, I have written in haste and confusion. From your humble servant,

“Edaronb POLKE, Major 4th Battalion.

“P. S.— Sir, please to send some men to our fort as soon as possible, as I fear it will break.

To Col. J. MARSHEL [and] Col. WM. C0VERLY,”



[31]



CAPTAIN WILLIAM CALDWELL, OF THE RANGERS, TO DE PEYSTER.]



“[LOWER] SANDUSKY, June 11, 1782.



“Sir:— No doubt but you must ere this have received Lieutenant Turney’s letter from Upper Sandusky. At the time it was written, we were not able to ascertain properly the enemy’s loss as the pursuers were not all returned. I now have the pleasure of transmitting to you as true an account as possible, which is, killed and wounded, two hundred and fifty. Amongst the prisoners [are] Colonel Crawford and some of the officers; amongst the killed is Major McClelland. Their officers I believe suffered much. Our loss is very incon­siderable: one ranger killed, myself and two wounded; Le Tellier killed; four Indians killed and eight wounded. The white men that are wounded are in a good way and I hope will be fit for service in a fortnight. The Delawares are still in pursuit, and I hope we will account for most of the six hundred. The lake Indians are very tardy. We had but forty-four of them in the action. I should be glad they would hasten, as I expect we will have occasion for them.

“I hope something will be done this summer. Clark, I believe, will soon be on his way for the Shawanese country; if so, we will have occasion for as many as possibly can be gathered. The indian demands are great, and I have not a single thing to suffice them with. Provision is mostly their cry, which I hope you will send us a fresh supply of. Ammunition, tobacco, and such other things as are necessary for warriors, are requisite, if you please to send them.

“The Chief-with-one-Eye and Dewantale, with their bands, are going to Detroit; as it is their custom after striking a blow to return and see their families; but whatever you may tell them, they will do with pleasure. They behaved very well whilst with me. Sindewaltone, your friend, the little old chief, remains with me. I find him very useful, as he seems willing to do every thing in his power for the good of the service. He is of great service to me and a better soldier never went into the field.

“I received a ball through both my legs which obliged me to leave the field. If I had not been so unlucky I am induced to think, from the influence I have with the Indians, the enemy would not have left the place we sur­rounded them in. The young man who goes in with letters is a deserving young man and I hope you will reward him well. Please send us some pack ropes and stuff for bags as they will be very requisite. Capt. McKee sets out to-day for the Shawanese towns. WM. CALDWELL,

“Major DR PEYSTEB. Captain Commanding at Sandusky.

“P. S.—I must beg leave to recommend Abraham Corn, whom I found very useful.”[32]







June llth.—A rainy Day. the men were kept together with the utmost difficulty, & begin to break off in small parties pushing a bead. We marched 1 mile beyond Brushy Camp to within about 26 miles of the Mingoe Bottom.[33]





June 11, 1782

Tuesday morning, the eleventh, Colonel Crawford was brought out to us on purpose to be marched in with the other prisoners. I asked the Col. if he had seen Mr. Girty? He told me he had, and that Girty had promised to do every thing in his power for him, but that the Indians were very much enraged against the prisoners; particularly Captain Pipe, one of the chiefs; he likewise told me that Girty had informed him that his son-in –law, Col. Harrison and his nephew, William Crawford, were made prisoners by the Shawanese, but had been pardoned. This Captain Pipe had come from the town about an hour before Col. Crawford, and had painted all the prisoners’ faces black. As he was painting me he told me I should go to the Shawanese towns and see my friends. When the Col. arrived he painted him black also, told him he was glad to see him and that he would have him shaved when he came to see his friends at the Tyandot town. When we marched, the Col. and I were kept back between Pipe and Wingenund, the two Delaware chiefs, the other nine prisoners were sent forward with another party of Indians. As we went along we saw four of the prisoners lying by the path tomahawked and scalped, some of them were at the distance of half a mile from each other. When we arrived within half a mile llof the place where the Col. was executed, we overtook the five prisoners that remained alive; the Indians had caused them to sit down on the ground, as they did also the Col. and me at some distance from them. I was there given in charge to an Indian fellow to be taken to the Shawanese towns.

In the place where we were now made to sit down there was a number of squaws and boys, who fell on the five prisoners and tomahawked them. There was a certain John McKinly amongst the prisoners, formerly an officer in the 13th Virginia regiement, whose head an old squaw cut off, and the Indians kicked it it about upon the ground. The yound Indian fellows came often where the Col. and I were, and dashed the scalps in our faces. We were then conducted along towards the place where the Col. was afterwards executed; then we came within about half a mile of it, Simon Girty met us, with several Indians on horseback; he spoke to the Col. but as I was about one hundred and fifty yards behind could not hear what passed between them.

Almost every Indian we met struck us either with sticks or their fists. Girty waited till I was brought up and asked, was that the doctor? I told him yes, and went towards him reaching out mey hand, but he bid me begone and called me a damned rascal, upon which the fellows who had me in charge pulled me along. Girty rode up after me and told me I was to go to the Shawanese towns. When we went to the fire the Col. was stripped naked, ordered to sit down by fire and then they beat him with sticks and their fists. Presently after I was treated in the same manner. They then tied a rope to the foot of a post about fifteen feet high, bound the Col’s hands behind his back and fastened the rope to the ligate between his wrists. The rope was long enough for mih to sit down or wolk around the post once or twice and return in the same way. The Col. then called to Girty and asked if they intended to burn him?—Girty andswered, yes. The Col. said the he would take it all patiently. Upon this Captain Pipe, a Deleware chief, made a speech to the Indians, viz; about thirty or forty men, sixty or seventy squaws and boys.

When the speech was finished they all yelled a hideous and hearty assent to what had been said. The Indian men then took up their guns and shot powder into the Colonels body from his feet as far up as his neck. I think not less then seventy loads were discharged upon his naked body. The they crowded about him, and to the best of my observation, cut off his ears; when the throng had dispersed a little I saw the blood running from both sides of his head in consequence thereof.

The fire was about six or seven yards from the post to where the Colonel was tied; it was made of small hickory poles burnt quite through in the middle, each end of poles remaing about six feet in length. Three or four Indians turns would take up, individually, one of there burning pipes of wood and apply it to his naked body, already burnt glck with powder. These tormentors presented themselves on every side of him wit`1h the burning faggots and poles. Some of the squaws took broad boards, upon which they would carry a quantitiy of burning coals and hot embers and throw on the ground so that in a short time he nothing but coals of fire and ashes to walk upon.

In the midst of these extreme tortures, he called to Simon Girty and begged of him to shoot him; but Gurty maing no answer he called to him again. Giry then, by way of derision told the Colonel he had no gun, at the same time tuning about to an Indian who was behind him, laughted heartly, and by all his gestures seemed delighted at the horrid scene.

Girty then came up to me and bade me prepare for death. He said, however, I was not to die at that place, but to be burnt at the Shawanese towns. He swore by G-d I need not to expect to escape death, but shoul suffer it in all its extremities.

He then observed, that some prisoners had given him to understand, that if our people had had him they would not harm him; for his part, he said, he did not believe it, but desided to know my opinion of the matter, but being at that time great anguish and distress for the torments the Colonel suffering before my eyes, as well as the expectation of undergoing the same fate in twop days, I made little or no answer.

He expressed a great deal of ill will for Col. Gibson, and said he was one of his greatest enemies, and more to the same purpose, to all which I paid very little attention. Col. Craswford at this period of his sufferings besought the Almighty to have mercy on his soul, spoke a very low, and bore his torments with the most manly fortitude. He continued in al the extremities of pain for an hours and three quarters or two hours longer, as near as I can judge, when at last, being almost exhausted, he lay down on his belly; they then scalped him and repeatedly threw the scalp in my face, tyelling me “that was my great captain.” An old squaw (whose appearance every way answered the ideas people entertain of the Devil) got a board, took a parcel of coals and ashes and laid them on his back and head, after he had bgeen scalped, he then raised himself upon his feet and began to walk around the post; they next put a burning stick to him as usual, but he seemed more insensible of pain than before.

The Indian fellow who had me in charge, now took me away to Capt. Pipe’s house, about three-quarters of a mile from the place of the Colonel’s execution. I was bound all night, and thus prevented from seeing the last of the horrid spectacle.[34]



June 11, 1801

Also in Vol. 1, 2, 3, on page 165, with Jno, Belli as the Recorder, on June 11, 1801, Moses Crawford purchased from Thomas Grimes, Richard Grimes and Noble Grimes, for himself and his heirs, etc... 210 acres of the orignal Churchill Jones survey, as follows: (Abstract available only).

Alums County, Ohio, Office of Recorder. Vol. 6, page 440. (Copied and presented to the writer during the research on the Adams County, Ohio Crawford families), whereby at least four different Crawford families have been found. Thus, the searching is more difficult in this Ohio River area.[35]





\June 11, 1837

State of Ohio, Adams County.

Personally appeared before me one of the Asociate Judges of the County and State aforesaid John C. Cummings, Sary Ely and acknowledged the signtng and sealing of the within Power of Attorney to be thar act and deed for the purposes tharin named. Given under my hand and seal this 11th day of June 1837.

D. C. Vance (SEAL)

Associate Judge of A. C.[36]



State of Ohio, Adams County.



June 11, 1837: I Joseph Darlington Clerk of the Court of Common Pleas in and for the County aforesaid do hereby Certify that the lion: David C. Vance was on the 11th day of June 1837 (June 11) & on the 11th day of December 1837 the days on which he signed the two certificates above, and still is an associate Judge of the Court of Common Pleas in and for the County aforesaid duly Commissioned & quali­fied and that full faith H credit are due to his said certificates and all other official acts by him done as well in Courts of Justice thereout.

In Testimony whereof I have hereunto set my hand and affixed the seal of the said Court at West Union this 6th day of January in the year of our Lord and in the 35th year of this State.



Joseph Darlington Clk. A. C.[37]







Sat. June 11[38], 1864

Drill at 8 am grand review by gen Emry[39]

At 4 pm rained hard all got wet had poor review[40] had fresh fish at diner[41]









The entrance to the Confederate Cemetery at Rock Island



Confederate Cemetery, December 9, 1863 to June 11, 1865





















In a small box, at the entrance of the cemetery I find a book that list those who are buried at the cemetery, and their location. I find an R B Vance listed as #1440.



I do not know the relationship of R. B. Vance, Co. A, 18 Tenn. Reg. C.S.A. I hope to find out in the future. Zebulon Vance, my third cousin, 6 times removed was the Governor of North Carolina during the Civil War.

VANCE, R.B.
PVT
A
TENN
Died, 8/23/64
#1440











Flag of the St. John Guards, captured at Fort Donelson. It was made by the ladies of Woodbury and presented to a group of local volunteers, commanded by H. J. St. John in May 1861.[42] I saw the original flag at the Tennessee State Museum in 2010.





18th Tennessee Flag[43]

Captains Milton R. Rushing, John G. McCabe, Co. "A". Men from Cannon County.









R. B. Vance, 3rd from the bottom row, 8th from the left, a small ribbon I carried that day is barely visible.



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A History of the Badge of the Seven Confederate Knights

The order of the Seven Knights of the Confederacy was created in 1863 at Rock Island Union Prison by seven Confederate soldiers as one means of combating desertions among their fellow prisoners. Its members took an oath to stand by each other under all circumstances and to die in prison rather than give in to pressure by their captors to take oath of allegiance to the Union and join the armed forces of the United States. This oath was to be binding so long as the Confederate government was in existence. The oath spoke to the behavior of these prisoners of war in the absence of a formal code of conduct for POW's such as we have today.

The badges were made of pearl, bone, or rubber highly polished. The device was a star with seven points, and our motto was "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori," which means, "It is sweet and glorious to die for one's country." The initial letter of one of these Latin words in each point of the star. In the center of the star was a shield on which were the emblematic letters "C.K."[46]



[47]



June 11, 1892:



The list for Convoy 55 is in poor condition. Among the nationalities, more than 200 were undetermined, mostly of Polish origin. In addition, there were 382 French, many of whom were naturalized; 245 Poles; 67 Russians; 36 Dutch; 24 Greeks; 16 Belgians; and 13 Czechs. It shows 561 males and 457 females, including 160 children under 18.

The list also includes thirteen babies.



The routine telex indicated that the convoy left on June 23 at 10 AM, with 1,002 Jews. It was under the supervision of Meister der Schutzpolizei, Richard Urban, with 20 men..



Paulette Swiczarczyk reported on te arrival at Auschwitz: “There, heartrending scenes surpassing anything one could imagine. Young mothers whose children are snatched out of their arms to the accompaniment of screams…” Upon arrival, 283 men were selected and assigned numbers 125858 through 126240; 217 women were assigned numbers 46537 through 46753.



In 1945 there were 86 survivors; 44 were women.



Alois Brunner, one of Eichmann’s most effective lieutenants. In June, 1943, he took over the administration of Drancy. Convoy 55 was the first he sent to Auschwitz. He organized a special commando that arrested Jews all over France, but especially in Nice where Jews had been protected by the Italians until September, 1943. Brunner was located in Damscus, Syria and his presence was protested there in June, 1982.[48]



On board Convoy 55 was Albert Gottlieb, born December 24, 1894 from Fridlda, (Stateless), and Aurelie Gottlieb, born June 11, 1892 in Lvov. (Polish for Lviv, a major city in western Ukraine. [49]





• June 11, 1938: Eva Gottlobova born June 11, 1938. Transport AAo – Olomouc.

• Terezin July 8, 1942

• Bc- August 25, 1942 Maly Trostinec [50]



June 11, 1942

Officials of the Gestapo’s Jewish affairs department in the countries occupied by Germany or under its domination meet in Berlin under the direction of Eichmann to discuss Himmler’s order for deportaions of Jews to Auschwitz from the occupied countries and Romania. Himmler’s orders apply to Jews of both sexes aged 16 to 40 and able to work. Jews in mixed marrieages with Aryans are exempt from deportation, but up to 10 percent of the Jews who are unable to work may be deported. For the two zones of France, 100,000 deportees are envisaged, though there are barely 100,000 Jews aged 16 to 40 among the 300,000 who have registed. Ten thousand deportees are to be sent from Belgium and 15,000 from Holland.



Transports to Auschwitz, each train carrying approximately 1,000 deportees, are planned to begin from France on a regular basis on July 13 at a rate of three per week.[51]



• June 11, 1942: Thirty-five hundred Jews are deported from Tarnow to Belzec.[52]

• Encyclopedia of the Holocaust, Israel Gutman, Editor, page 1771.





June 11, 1963

Governor George C, Wallace steps aside, allowing two Black students escorted by National Guard troops to enroll at the University of Alabama.[53]



June 11, 1996, closing a congressional career that had lasted three-and-a-half decades, Brother Bob Dole said good-bye to the United States Senate to begin in earnest his campaign for the United States Presidency. Decorated Veteran, World War II; United States Congressman and Senator from Kansas, 1961-96; Majority and Minority Leader, United States Senate; Losing nominee for President of the United States 1996; Humanitarian and Philanthropist. Brother Dole was raised in Russell Lodge No. 177, Russell, Kansas September 20, 1955. He completed the Scottish rite degrees in the Valley of Salina on December 10, and the York Rite in Aleppo Commandery No. 31, Hays, Kansas. In recent years he has become a spokesman for the blue sex stimulant pill, Viagra. (Newsday: this Day in History; Knight Templar magazine)

1996: "King of the Cowboys," and a 33 degree Mason, Roy Rogers died.[54]



June 11, 2010:



I might not return calls today as I will be at the parade downtown for the



Chicago Blackhawks winning the Stanley Cup!







I Get Email!



Hello Jeffery, I haven’t received any updates of “This Day in Goodlove History” lately. I hope I didn’t inadvertently get dropped for your list. I hope you received the book by now and find it both interesting and useful in your genealogical documentation.



Best Wishes, John Moreland





John, sorry, took a few days off from emailing due to time constraints. I just went out to the front porch and found your package. I don't always check the front so thanks for giving me a heads up. Thank you so much for this book "All of the Above". I am looking forward to getting into it. I still have to print your reports and I should have that done this weekend. It is so interesting that there is this common thread through Thomas Moore that transcends so many people. I hope that this cemetery can be preserved for the future generations. I was with my father recently and we came up with some ideas that we would like to share with you about how we might get this done. Jeff Goodlove



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[1] Wikipedia.

[2] Warriors of God by James Reston Jr, page 7-8.

[3] Warriors of God by James Reston Jr, page 15.

[4] Warriors of God by James Reston Jr, page 15.

[5] The Holy Grail, HISTI

[6] The Knights Templar, American Home Treasures DVD, 2001.

[7] Islam: History Society and Civilization, DISC, 2/20/2004

[8] http://thisdayinjewishhistory.blogspot.com/

[9] http://thisdayinjewishhistory.blogspot.com/

[10]. [Beverley Fleet, Virginia Colonial Abstracts, The Original 34 Volumes Reprinted in 3, (Baltimore: Genealogical Publishing Company, 1988) 2: 20.] Chronological Listing of Events In the Lives of Andrew Harrison, Sr. of Essex County, Virginia, Andrew Harrison, Jr. of Essex and Orange Counties, Virginia, Lawrence Harrison, Sr. of Virginia and Pennsylvania Compiled from Secondary Sources Covering the time period of 1640 through 1772 by Daniel Robert Harrison, Milford, Ohio, November, 1998.

[11] [Beverley Fleet, Virginia Colonial Abstracts, The Original 34 Volumes Reprinted in 3, (Baltimore: Genealogical Publishing Company, 1988) 2: 20.] Chronological Listing of Events In the Lives of Andrew Harrison, Sr. of Essex County, Virginia, Andrew Harrison, Jr. of Essex and Orange Counties, Virginia, Lawrence Harrison, Sr. of Virginia and Pennsylvania Compiled from Secondary Sources Covering the time period of 1640 through 1772 by Daniel Robert Harrison, Milford, Ohio, November, 1998.

[12] In Search of Turkey Foot Road, page 90.

[13] (http://washburnhill.freehomepage.com/custom3.html)

[14] http://thisdayinjewishhistory.blogspot.com/

[15] This Day in American History, by John Wagman.

[16] (http://washburnhill.freehomepage.com/custom3.html)

[17] http://washburnhill.freehomepage.com/custom3.html

[18] The springs where they drank were the ones previously noted in present downtown Upper Sandusky, Wyandot Co., O. The path they followed northward was essentially that taken by present State Routes 57 and 63. The trail upon which they turned off to the northwest was encountered at approximately the site of the present Wyandot County Fairgrounds.

[19] Having left the area of the present Wyandot County Fairgrounds, the party traveled a little west of due northwest, and in a mile the trail angled more directly due west and followed the route presently taken by State Route 199. The unnamed Delaware village was located a short distance northeast of the site of the present village of Lovell, Wyandot Co., O.

[20] This trail from the east was the direct route from the New Half ‘s Town and McCormick’s and Leith’s trading posts on the Sandusky River at present Smithville to the principal Delaware village, Pimoacan’s Town, also called Pipe’s Town, on Tymochtee Creek. The place where this trail intersected the trail the Delawares and their captives was on was approximately a half-mile east of the present drive-in threater on State Route 199, nine-tenths of a mile northwest of present Lovell, Wyandot Co., O., the intersection itselfthe same distance due north of present Lovell.

[21] In his narrative, Knight is alleged to have said that at this time Girty berated him sharply and called him a “damned rascal,” but there is sufficient reason to believe that this remark was arbitrarily inserted by Hugh H. Brackenridge, Knight’s extremely prejudiced editor. Brackenridge wrote down all of Knight’s recollections at his bedside and later edited and published the popular and very widely circulated Dr. Knight’s Narrative, which is replete with falsehoods and exaggerations and laid the foundation for Simon Girty being branded as the cruelest and most dastarkly renegade of all time. In fact, Girty’s attempt to save Crawford was not an isolated incident based on an old friendship, numerous well documented accounts show that Girty consistently, where possible, helped American captives in a variety of ways, ranging from provideng them with food, clothing and medical attention to saving them from execution.

[22] Tarhe’s Town was located at the site of the present village of Zanesfield, Logan Co., O., on the upper reaches of the Mad River, four and a half miles upstream from the Shawnee principal village of Wapatomica. Buckangelhel’s Town was located at the mouth of present Buckangelhel’s Creek, where it enters the upperGreat Miami river at the site of thepresent village of Degraff, also in Logan Co.



[23] The exact location of this site where Col. Crawford was burned was for many scores of years a matter of conjecture. In the early 1980s historian Parker Bl Brown began an intensive investigation to locate definitively the exact site. Through an incredible feat of research extending over several years and through a number of states, Brown little by little zeroed in on the location and finally established the site beyond any further doubt. The process of his remarkable historical detective work is fully laid out in an article he wrote that appeared in the Western Pennsylvania Historical Magazine, vol. 68, no. 1 (January 1985), under the title “The Search for the Colonel William Crawford Burn Site: An Investigative Report.” Mr. Brown must be highly commended for his diligent and painstaking research into this matter. A monument was erected at a spot near the burn site (which was thought to be exactly on the burn site when erected) in 1877 and was dedicated on August 30 of that year. It is reached by going east on County Road 29 for one half-mile from the present village of Crawford, Wyandot Co., O. At this point a gravel drive goes due north1100 feet and terminates 200 feet south of the right bank of Tymochtee Creek at the Craweford Burn Site Monument. Upon this monument is the inscription:”In memory of Colonel Crawford who was burnt by the Indians in this valley June 11, A.D. 1782.” The precise burn site, however, has been established by Mr. Brown’s exhaustive research as being 600 feet south and just a little west of the monument, on the west side of the gravel road where, heading south, it makes a slight curve to the east. There is a structure on the site, as indicated on the U.S. Geological Survey 7.5 minute topographical McCutchenville Quadrangle, R13E, T1S, Section 26. The statements of five other captives who were on hand at the time of Crawford’s death coincide very closely and go far to refute the account attributed to Dr. Knight by Hugh H. Brackenridge. Those statements are to be found in the Draper Papers as follows:Elizabeth Turner McCormick (DD-S-17/191-192, 204-205), Cornelius Quick (DD-E-10/146-147, 155-158), Stephen Chilton (DD-CC-11/264-268), Ambrose White (DD-CC-12/126-127) and Joseph Jackson(DD-C-11/62)

[24] Knight’s account says in respect to this moment: “Girty then came up to me and bade me prepare for death. He said, however, I was not to die at this place, but to be burnt at the Shawnese towns. He swore by gawd I need not expect to escape death, but to be burnt at the Shawnese towns. He swore by gawd I need not expect to escape death, but should suffer it in all its extremities. He then observed, that some prisoners had given him to understand, that if our people had had him, they would not hurt him; for his part, he said, he did not believe it, but desired to know my opinion of the matter, but being at that time in great anquish and distress for the torments the Colonel was suffering before my eyes, as well as the expectation of undergoing the same fate in two days, I made little or no answer. He expressed a great deal of ill will for ‘Colonel Gibson, and said he was one of his greatest enemies, and more to the same purpose, to all which I paid little attention.” No other account of the events at Crawford’s execution mentions any such exchange, and it is suspected of being another editorial doctoring of the facts or, more likely, a fabrication inserted by Brackenridge as additional character assassination of Simon Girty.

[25] One account, in considerable error throughout, claims that the burning of Col. Crawford began at nine P.M. and that he finally died at ten A.M., but that is in variance with all the other accounts, which maintain that the duration of the execution by torture was about two hours or a little more.

[26] The same account that states the execution lasted for 13 hours states that the body was chopped to pieces and that these pieces were thrown into the fire and burned to ashes and that these ashes were scattered in Pimoacan’s Town the next morning. That appears to be a distorted account, since Knight was led by his Shawnee captors to view the remains the following morning.

[27] That Dark and Bloody River, Allan W. Eckert

[28] Ellis’s Histtory of Fayette County, Pa., ~. 119.

Torrence and Allied Families, Robert M. Torrence, pg 326-327

[29]The letter received by Marshel was as follows:

[30] Washington-Irvine Correspondence by Butterfield, pages 291-292.

[31] Photo by Gerol Lee Goodlove, June 10, 2007

[32] Washington-Irvine Correspondence by Butterfield, pages 370-371.

[33] Journal of a Volunteer Expedition to Sandusky, Baron Rosenthal, “John Rose”.

[34] Narrative of Dr. Knight.

[35] From River Clyde to Tymochtee and Col. William Crawford by Grace U. Emahiser, 1969. p. 251.

[36] From River Clyde to Tymochtee and Col. William Crawford by Grace U.; Emahiser, 1969, p 245.

[37] From River Clyde to Tymochtee and Col. William Crawford by Grace U.; Emahiser, 1969, p 246.

[38] Grover kept the Second division with Birge, Molineux, and Sharpe as brigade commanders, and afterwards a fourth brigade was added, made up of four regiments from the disbanded Thirteenth Corps, under Colonel David Shunk of the 8th Indiana, and comprising, in addition to his own regiment, the 24th and 28th Iowa, and the 18th Indiana.

(History of the Nineteenth Army Corps by Richard B. Irwin, 1892, page 350.)





[39] Emory was Commander of the 19th Corps, which performed badly in the Shenandoah Valley (1864), especially in the Battle of Cedar Creek, during which Emory and his forces were saved by General Philip Sheridan (“Sheridan’s ride”). (History for sale, Civil War Autographs)http://www.historyforsale.com/html/prodetails.asp?documentid=227327&start=1&page=28



[40] Three great reviews broke the torrid monotony of Morganza. On the 11th of June Emory reviewed the corps in a tropical torrent, which suddenly descending drenched every man to the skin and reduced the field music to discord, without interrupting the ceremony.(History of the Nineteenth Army Corps by Richard B. Irwin, 1892, page 351.)



[41] William Harrison Goodlove Civil War Diary by Jeff Goodlove

[42] Tennessee State Museum, Nashville, Tennessee.

[43] http://www.state.tn.us/tsla/history/military/flags.htm

[44] Photo By Jeff Goodlove

[45] http://heritagespec.com/page7.html

[46] http://heritagespec.com/page7.html

[47][47] Civil War prison camp on Arsenal
The camp wasn't operating long before a cemetery was needed. The winter of 1863 was exceptionally cold, something Southern soldiers weren't accustomed to.

To make matters worse, prisoners on the first train were infected with smallpox, pneumonia and dysentery. Ninety-eight died within the month. Before spring, the Confederate cemetery held more than 900 graves. Nearly 30 Union guards also died.

The first prisoners to die were quickly buried adjacent to the prison grounds. Not long after, in February 1864, the bodies were moved to the present site to improve sanitary conditions and end the plague. The prisoner death rate then dropped considerably.

In June, the Secretary of War ordered prisoner rations cut in response to conditions Union soldiers faced in the infamous prisoner of war camp at Andersonville, Georgia.

Malnutrition contributed to the scurvy deaths of at least 12 prisoners, and while it remained a problem, the subsequent drop in the death rate belied rumors of starvation.

After the war, prison buildings were razed. Ornate stone officers' quarters were erected along what is now Terrace Drive.

In following years, the camp gained an allegedly unearned reputation as a place of suffering, torture and death. Many referred to it as the ``Andersonville of the North.'' The myth was fed by articles written by Confederate veterans and published in Confederate magazines.

In her epic Civil War novel, ``Gone with the Wind,'' author Margaret Mitchell noted these accounts in a paragraph which claims ``at no place were conditions worse than at Rock Island.'' The fictional character Ashley Wilkes was said to have been held at Rock Island, in the ``hellhole of the north.''

Over the years, families of about a dozen of the dead Confederates moved their relatives' bodies from the cemetery to family plots. Most however, remain in the cemetery. On Memorial Day, a Confederate flag is placed at every grave and ``Taps'' is played.

Through it all, the American flag flies. For the Confederates, it's perhaps an insult to forever lie in the shadow of the flag they defied. However, Mr. Whiteman said it is there to claim them as our own, although they died swearing allegiance to another banner.

He said the men are honored as Americans who gave their lives for a cause they deemed sacred.

n By Marcy Norton (January 22, 1998)

n http://www.qconline.com/progress98/places/prfedcem.html#top

n

n Photo of the Rock Island Prison

http://www.censusdiggins.com/prison_rock_island.html

Watercolor of Rock Island Arsenal Prison Barracks by John Gisch, Confederate prisoner

n http://riamwr.com/museum.htm

[48] Memorial to the Jews Deported from France, 1942-1944 by Serge Klarsfeld, pages 426-427.

[49] Memorial to the Jews Deported from France, 1942-1944 by Serge Klarsfeld, page 429.

[50] Czech to English translation. Terezín Memorial book, the Jewish victims of Nazi Deportations from Bohemia and Moravia 1941-1945 part of the second



[51] French Children of the Holocaust, A Memorial, by Serge Klarsfeld, page 33.

[52] Encyclopedia of the Holocaust, Israel Gutman, Editor, page 1771.

[53] This Day in American History, by John Wagman.

[54] Foundation For Tomorrow.