This Day in Goodlove History, June 6

• This Day in Goodlove History, June 6

• 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

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In a message dated 6/2/2011 6:10:49 P.M. Central Daylight Time, JPT@donationnet.net writes:





Dear Jeff,

More than 40,000 Israelis paraded through the streets of Jerusalem celebrating the liberation of the Holy City during the Six Days War in 1967. Crowds of people, both old and young, marched through the City of David singing patriotic songs and waving flags. The annual celebration sparked outrage in Arab neighborhoods. At least three marchers were injured by thrown rocks badly enough to need medical attention.

One Palestinian man condemned the parade. "It sends a clear message. Look at them, they're celebrating...it's a provocation. Why are they doing it in an Arab neighborhood?" he asked. "There will be more problems; there will never be peace," he added. How can Israel possibly negotiate peace with people who think it is provocative for them to celebrate in their own capital city? It's outrageous!

But that is exactly what the world is doing with the plan for Palestinian statehood. Not only does their scheme require Israel to hand over the ancient Bible lands of Judea and Samaria, but much of the Holy City as well. This plan will be put in place in September unless we act now.



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



In a message dated 6/3/2011 11:29:53 A.M. Central Daylight Time, JPT@donationnet.net writes:





Dear Jeff,

A top spiritual adviser to Iran's President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Ayatollah Mohammed Tagbi Mesbah, has issued an edict clarifying the duty of Muslims to kill Jews by any means possible—including suicide attacks. "When protecting Islam," the cleric wrote, "Muslim people depend on martyrdom operations. It not only is allowed, but even is an obligation."

Mesbah's followers regard his words as binding religious edicts. His statement clearly directs them to strike even at Jewish children. This evil spirit of hatred and anti-Semitism is ruling the nation of Iran. It is the driving force behind their nuclear weapons program. They seek the means to accomplish Ahmadinejad's stated goal to "wipe Israel off the map." What they have not yet been able to accomplish on a grand scale they are being instructed and encouraged to do on an individual basis.

Israel's enemies do not want peace…they want Israel destroyed. The celebration of the liberation of Jerusalem in 1967—Yom Yerushalayim—this past Wednesday was a bittersweet day in some ways. Though it was a happy day, no one who loves the Holy City could fail to realize the threat Jerusalem faces. The world is making preparations to divide Jerusalem and curse the Jewish people.



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…

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• June 632: Muslim prophet Muhammad’s death was unexpected and occurred after a short illness in June, 632.[2] After Muhammad’s death, the revelations were recorded as the Qur’an, or “recitation”. [1][1] Also conquered were areas of Africa and the eastern Mediterranean that had been ruled by the Byzantine Empire. When he died he had managed to bring nearly all the tribes of Arabia into a new united community, or ummah. He had brought the Arabs a spirituality that was uniquely suited to their own traditions and which unlocked such reserves of power that within a hundred years they had established their own great empire which stretched from the Himalayas to the Pyrenees, and founded a unique civilization.[2] [2]

• Islamic armies soon conquered and imposed their religion upon Palestine, Egypt, Syria, and large portions of Persia and the Eastern Roman Empire. [ [3][3]



• June 6, 1099 to to July 6 1066: In June 1099 the Crusaders surrounding Jerusalem stop. The Crusaders spend from June 6 to July 6 building and understanding how to attack the city of Jerusalem.[4]



June 6, 1242

24 cart-loads of hand-written Talmudic manuscripts burned publicly in the streets of Paris.[5] [6]



1242: James I of Aragon orders Jews to listen to conversion sermons and to attend churches. Friars are given power to enter synagogues uninvited.[7]



June 6, 1391: Ferrand Martiniz of Seville incited a mob to attack the Jewish quarter. It soon spread to all of Spain except for Granada. Over 10,000 Jews were killed; many others chose conversion and became New Christians. Of these, many continued to practice Judaism in secret, while paying lip service to the Church. This eventually led to the Inquisitions. In Barcelona, the Jewish quarter, located for over 400 years near the castle, was totally destroyed.[8]

1392

After he left the cathedral city, we find Gutleben aghain in Colmar and see from the corresponding source that Gutleben renewed his second profession as a banker: “Vifelin der artzat” [physician] belonged to the numerous Colmar Israelites who, according to an order by King Wenzel the Lazy in the year 1392, must forgive their debtors of payment of the considerable debts they owed.[9]

June 6, 1506: Birthdate of King John III of Portugal. Persecution of Marranos and Conversos intensified during his reign with the arrival of the Inquisition. On the other hand he met with David Reubeini in 1525 and the two negotiated over the possibility of the King supplying this adventurer with as many as eight ships to use in a fight against the Moslem leader, Selim I. Since much of the life of Reubeni is shrouded in myth and half truths, we cannot be sure as to the reason the negotiations failed.[10]

• June 6, 1511: Eight Roman Catholic converts from Judaism burned at the stake for allegedly reverting. .[11]



June 6, 1539: The Inquisition was introduced into Mexico.[12]





1540 Jews expelled from Naples.[13]





June 6, 1671



We now come to the description of a curious kind of bond, into which it was customary in troublous times, for clansmen and friends to enter. This was called a bond of “Marent” and was drawn up and signed for the sake of mutual assistance. and instance of such a bond is preserved to us in the Boronage of Scotland, and dated June 6th, 1571. From the names of the witnesses there can be little doubt that 1571 is a mistake, and 1671 the proper date. It is entered into between Lauchlan MacKinnon of Strathardill, and James MacGregor of MacGregor, "for the special love and amitie between these persons, and condescending that they are descended lawfully fra twa breethern of auld descent, quhairfore, and for certain onerous causes moving, we witt ye, we to be bound and obleisit, like as be the tenor hereof, we faithfully bind and obleise us and our successors, our kin friends and followers, faithfully to serve ane anither in all causes with our men and servants, against all who live or die." This document was witnessed on the one part by Lauchlan and Charles MacKinnon of Gambell, by Hector and Lauchlan MacGregor of Bornig on the other. This further proves what I have before alluded to, that the MacGregors and MacKinnons are of one descent, the other clans who are associated with them in the great Siol Alpine being the Grants, MacNabs, Macphies, Macquarries and Macaulays. Strangely enough they were situated at distance from each other. At all times have they claimed the distinction of being the noblest and most ancient of the Highland Clans. " S'rioghail mo dhream," (my race is royal), was the proud motto of the Macgregors; and the other Highland clans have for centuries acquiesced in it.[14]



1672

Valentine Crawford was born about 1672 in Delaware.[15]



June 6, 1716: The first Black slaves arrive in the French territory of Louisiana.[16]

June 6, 1754: On the 6th of June, Christopher Gist arrived form Will’s Creek, with infrmtion that Col. Fry, commanding officer f the Virginia regiment, had died at that place on the 30th of May while on his way to the Great Meadows with troops. By his death Washington succeeded to the command of the regiment. [17]



Washington receives notice of Fry’s death

Washington received notice of the death of Colonel Fry on June 6, 1754 and recorded it as

follows in his journal:

June 6th Mr. Gist is returned, and acquaints me of the death of poor Colonel Fry, and of

the safe arrival of the French prisoners at Winchester, which was the cause of great

satisfaction to the Governor.

In his 1880 book ―Memoir of Col. Joshua Fry: sometime professor in William and Mary

College, Virginia, and Washington’s senior in command of Virginia forces, 1754, etc., etc.,

…‖, the Reverend P. Slaughter indicates that he found the following anonymous record among

the Fry family‘s papers:

Col. Fry was buried near Fort Cumberland 72, near Will‘s Creek, on May 31, 1754.

Washington and the army attended the funeral; and on a large oak tree, which now

stands as a tomb and a monument to his memory, Washington cut the following

inscription, which can be read to this day: ―Under this oak lies the body of the good, the

just and the noble Fry.‖

Washington did not attend the May 31 burial, as he did not learn of Fry‘s death until June 6. If he

attended Fry‘s funeral service, it was at a later date.[18]





June 6, 1778: British peace commissioners arrive in Philadelphia.[19]



[June 6, 1782—Thursday]



As the first light of day came to the grove where for the past two days the Americans had holed up and fought, there was no longer any gunfire. Though many of the Indians were gone in pursuit of the broken army, the majority dogging the main force, but other parties now beginning to follow the trails of smaller scattered groups or individuals—a substantial number of Wyandots and Delawares had stayed behind and now began scouring the woods for any dead or wounded soldiers not yet found. Throughout the night exultant Indians had turned up at the various villages along the Sandusky River and Tymochtee Creek with fresh scalps, with prisoners in tow, some of them wounded, and with militia horses that they had found wandering loose and captured. Groups of Indian women and children scoured the battle areas as well, gathering up any items the volunteers had lost that might be of value--rifles, tomahawks and knives primarily, but also cooking gear, pouches containing food or ammunition, pieces of rope, wallets, shovels, shoes, items of clothing, saddles and saddlebags. They also scalped any of the unscalped dead they found and stripped the bodies of anything worthwhile. Many of them looked for places where balls had struck trees in the woods and used their knives or tomahawks to dig out the chunks of embedded lead to be melted down and reused. Finally, some of the younger warriors gleefully chopped at the bodies of dead Americans, dismembering them, tying the pieces to lengths of rope and triumphantly dragging them behind their horses through the various villages.

But though the Indians searched meticulously in the first light of morning for any trace of two particular Americans on whom to exact their vengeance, they did not find either Col. Crawford or Col. Williamson. They had escaped.

That same first light of the dawn found Col. William Crawford and Dr. John Knight only about ten miles east in a straight line away from the site of the Battle of Sandusky, though they had traveled perhaps double that distance. Throughout the night they had traveled, constantly on the alert for ambush or pursuers, guiding themselves by frequently taking bearings on the North Star.

After leaving the island of trees last night, with the sound of gunfire and frightening yells still resounding behind them, they struck a course north and traveled in that direction for six or seven miles before turning due east. It had been about midnight when, by the light of the moon, they had crossed the Sandusky River a few miles above the mouth of Tymochtee Creek without seeing any Indians at all. They had continued eastward for a mile or so and then turned south and traveled another mile or more in that direction. With the pattern thus set, they continued alternating their passage, east a mile and then south another, east and then south.

Now, in the wan light of dawn, they had begun to lose the apprehension that had dogged their steps all night. They had seen no Indians and, though they were still in the Sandusky Plains, there were more trees now, the islands of woodland closer together and often connected for miles. On the horizon far ahead, a barely visible dark line seemed to indicate unbroken forest.

“I do believe, Doctor Knight,” Crawford observed, “we have a good chance of making it.”

“I trust you’re right, Colonel,” Dr. Knight replied, “but I won’t be convinced until I see the Ohio.”

The regimental surgeon’s pessimism took on the aspect of a presentiment when, less than an hour later, both horses gave out from exhaustion, came to a stop and stood spraddle-legged, their heads drooping nearly to the ground. Unsaddling them and hiding the riding gear in the tall grass where it was unlikely to be found by passing Indians, the two abandoned their mounts and set off on foot, taking their guns and carrying what they could from the saddlebags: a meager supply of food and all the ammunition they had, which was precious little.

After traveling eastward another hour and spotting Indians at a distance on three occasions, they decided that traveling farther in the daylight was simply too risky. Besides, they too were very weary, having had practically no sleep over the past two days and nights. Crossing Broken Sword Creek, they entered a small, oval-shaped island of trees, made a cold camp and stretched out on the ground to rest.

Ten miles away from them as the crow flies, almost due south, the main army being led by Col. Williamson was straggling along on the road by which they had arrived at the Sandusky Plains. The colonel was holding the unit together, but only with considerable effort. More splinter groups had broken away during the night in the belief they could fend for themselves in smaller parties better than in the main body. In the first light of day, Col. Williamson stood high in his stirrups and looked back over the fatigued men still following his lead.

“Listen to me!” he shouted, his voice tight with controlled anger. “Not a man of you will ever reach home if anyone attempts to shift for himself. Your only salvation is keeping in line. If our ranks are once broken, all is lost. We must keep together!”

The march along the trail continued, and only a little over an hour ago they had reached and briefly paused at the fine springs where they had camped two nights before, though to many of the men it seemed like a lifetime ago. It was here, as they took their brief rest, that the army was increased in size again by the arrival of the almost 100 men led by Maj. Daniel Leet. Though the unit had traveled farther, swinging widely to the west and then arcing back to the southeast, they were in better shape than the others, not having pushed their mounts to the point of uselessness. The respite at the springs, while appreciated by the men, had a drawback: It allowed more time for the pursuing enemy to overtake them. When, in the new light of this day, the army went into motion again, the soldiers were more seriously annoyed by sniper fire from hidden Indians as they passed small islands of trees. Several of the shots found their mark, wounding soldiers.

One of those who abruptly cried out in pain and crumpled to the ground near the end of the straggling line was the already-wounded Pvt. Thomas Ogle. During the panicky retreat last night, he had taken a bullet in the arm. The bullet that just now felled him had taken him full in the spine, and he knew the wound was mortal. He shook his head and waved off the men who stooped to help him.

“I’m done,” he gasped. “Tell my brother that you left me here lord of the trail. I’ll keep my tomahawk, pretend I’m dead, an’ when them red devils comes t’take my scalp, I’ll fix one of ‘em.”

There was nothing to do but leave him, and when they glanced back, his eyes were closed and he appeared dead, though his right hand was clasped around the handle of his tomahawk, which lay all but hidden against his leg.

By noon the attacks at the front of the column had increased as well. Col. Williamson had sent Maj. Rose and some of his men somewhat ahead as an advance, which was at first one of the safer places to be, but the security did not last. Rose and four of his men, including his slave, Henry, and Pvt. John Hays, still in his breech-clout and leggins and looking much like an Indian, were riding slightly ahead of the main part of the advance and just passing a small woods at about eleven o’clock when a force of mounted enemy—Indians and British Rangers alike—broke from hiding in the woods and attempted to get between them and the main body of the advance. Rose, however, quickly perceived the jeopardy and barked an order, turning his party into an about—face and galloping back toward the others. It was a close race, but Rose managed to pull away from the Indians bent on intercepting him and reached the advance unscathed. His Negro servant, Henry, was briefly boxed in by some of the British Rangers but extricated himself and also reached the advance safely.

Pvt. Hays, however, found his return cut off and tried to gallop away, but his horse was too weary. Before a hurriedly mounted squad of light horse could effect a rescue, he was overtaken by a mixed group of Rangers and Wyandots. The first Ranger to reach him slashed at Hays with his sword, inflicting a terrible head wound and knocking him from his horse. As he struggled to get to his feet, a Wyandot warrior rushed up and hurriedly tried to scalp him, but botched the job so badly that he only got half of it, leaving one side of the private’s bare skull exposed. Then the assailants rushed off. By the time the American light horse reached him, John Hays was soaked with his own blood and a ghastly spectacle, but still alive. He was carried back and a makeshift litter rigged to transport him with the other wounded.

Immediately following the attack on Maj. Rose and his party, Col. Williamson curtailed having an advance party and the retreat continued. With storm clouds gathering and rain imminent, they approached a small stream that was a branch of the headwaters of the Olentangy River. Here Williamson called a halt, and Maj. Rose rode up to him at once.354

“Sir,” he said, pointing toward a long grove of trees about a mile ahead, “I don’t think we should delay here. There’s some protective timber ahead, and I think we ought to get there as quickly as possible and not take the risk of being surprised again in the open.”

Williamson shook his head. “The horses need to be watered, Major Rose, and they need it now. We won’t be here for long.”

However short the time, it was too long. As stragglers caught up to the main body and dismounted to rest the horses and let them drink, companies intermingled and the milling men became separated from their officers. It was at this juncture that a party of pursuing Indians and Rangers once again burst from the deep grasses in full gallop and attacked the rear. As if they were ants in a disrupted nest, the volunteers on foot raced about in dismay, fearful, but this time not giving way to panic.

Several groups of volunteers ran off the trail and away from the creek, plunged into the tall grasses and vanished from sight. At first they were merely searching for a hiding place, but then two separate small groups formed and decided on the spur of the moment to desert. One group consisted of 17 men, the other 12. They struck off on their own, weakening the army in the process but also providing it with an unexpected benefit. Their departure had been observed by the enemy, and two parties of Wyandots and Delawares broke off from the fighting and immediately began trailing them, effectively weakening the attack on the main army. Within the hour both groups of deserters were overtaken, and every man among them was killed.

The skirmish was on, and for a time the men held their ground and fought back determinedly at rather close range.[20] The fighting raged for the better part of an hour, and thus far there were eight Americans wounded and three dead. Pvt. John Walker was wounded in the shin, his leg the only part of him still exposed when he tried to take cover behind a tree, while one of those killed was Sam, the slave who had been sent to fight in the stead of his master, Richard Elson. When a lull developed in the battle and the attackers pulled back somewhat, though continuing their firing, Col. Williamson decided the retreat should recommence at once.

Fearing a possible ambush where the trail they were following went through the woods, the commander ordered Capt. Timothy Downing to select three of his men who, in a short while, were to precede the army through the long grove and watch for Indian sign. The three privates chosen by Capt. Downing for the dangerous assignment were John Clark, Robert McBride and James Allen, all three from the same neighborhood on the Virginia side of the Ohio. Williamson then ordered Leet’s light horse to take the van and be prepared to prevent the enemy from blocking the trail’s entrance to the forest. Capt. John Biggs’s company had acted as rear guard throughout the entire retreat and, now reduced to only nine men of the original 32, asked to be relieved. The whereabouts of Capt. Biggs himself was still unknown since his separation from his troops in the wild flight at the beginning of the retreat. Williamson, sympathetic to the request of Biggs’s men, appointed other companies to take that hazardous duty in rotation for the remainder of the retreat. The formation of the continued retreat now established, only one final distasteful chore remained to be done before starting: The bodies of those killed in this little Battle of the Olentangy were gathered together and a shallow grave, large enough to accommodate them all, was ordered quickly dug.

To the north of them, Col. Crawford and Dr. Knight, ensconced in their well-hidden little camp, remained alert for the approach of any enemies. Now that alertness paid off. In the distance they heard the sound of voices approaching and secreted themselves, ready to ambush an enemy party and then escape in the resultant confusion. It turned out not to be necessary. As the group whose voices they heard came into view, Crawford and Knight saw that they were four fleeing Americans on foot. Their leader was Capt. John Biggs.

The newcomers had a terrible start when Col. Crawford and Dr. Knight hailed them from hiding, revealed their identity and cautioned them not to shoot as the pair stepped out of hiding. There was an enthusiastic reunion. Biggs’s three men turned out to be Lt. Hankerson Ashby of Capt. John Dean’s company, Pvt. James Mitchell of Biggs’s own company and another private who did not identify himself. Ashby was badly wounded with a ball in his side but was still ambulatory. Crawford immediately apprised them of his plan to continue their flight by night, at least for a day or two more, to help avoid detection, and the newcomers thought it wise and fell in with it. The whole group now settled down to rest and await nightfall to resume their flight.

To the south of them at this moment, the dead of the Battle of the Olentangy had been gently laid side by side in the shallow ground and then covered over with soil. Atop this grave a fire was built, using plenty of dried prairie grass as kindling, to create a fast, hot fire that would quickly consume the extensive arrangement of twigs and branches placed upon it. It was a race of time against the impending rainfall, and the army won. Within minutes of being ignited, the fire had done its job, effectively hiding the grave beneath a circle of smoldering ash. Now it was unlikely that the Indians would find the grave in order to disinter and scalp the dead Americans.

While this was occurring and before the order could be given to move out, Maj. Rose spoke to the commander briefly and sketched out a plan suggested to him by Pvt. John Gunsaula that might aid them. Convinced the enemy would attempt a rush on them from the rear as soon as they resumed the retreat, Rose asked and received permission to stage a small ambush with a select group of his men. Secreting himself and his hand-picked men in the tall grass and fringe of trees and brush lining the creek, Rose cautioned the men to cup their gunlocks to protect them from the rain that had just begun to fall, and there they waited.

The three privates now selected as an advance squad by Capt. Downing were given the order to start out, and they did so at once. When they were some 200 yards out, the remainder of the force was put into motion. In accordance with the plan of Pvt. Gunsaula and Maj. Rose, a handful of seemingly wounded stragglers were allowed to linger in sight as decoys. The ruse worked perfectly. As soon as the army cleared the creek, the British Rangers and Indians rode up, intent on taking the stragglers. They were met by a barrage of accurate gunfire from Rose and his men that swept about a dozen of the attackers from their horses and caused the others to hesitate and fall back out of effective range.

Rose and his men immediately remounted, brought horses to the men who had been the decoys and, gloating with their triumph, galloped after the main army and quickly overtook them. The Rangers and Indians followed but continued to stay just out of rifle range, not only from fear of running into another ambush but because the rain was now falling harder and shooting had become very difficult.

The army continued heading for the distant grove of trees, towing along with them the horses in tandem that bore litters carrying the wounded. Other individuals were double-mounted with newly wounded men in an effort to carry them to safety.

Maintaining their lead of about 200 yards ahead of the main body, the trio of privates in the advance entered the quarter-mile-wide grove with some apprehension, expecting at any moment to find themselves in the midst of a hail of bullets. No shots came and they reached the far side unscathed. They were very lucky: A party of some 60 Indians and British Rangers had circled unseen around the Americans during the battle and concealed themselves among the trees flanking the trail. Now they deliberately let the three privates pass by unmolested. Thus far their hastily conceived plan was working perfectly: The attack by their fellows at the stream had been designed not as a major engagement—though it had very nearly assumed that proportion—but for the purpose of driving the main army into the woodland and directly into the jaws of their ambush. The element of surprise, they hoped, would compensate for their fewer numbers—less than a third that of the Americans—and they knew they would be bolstered by the other portion of their force presently harrying the army’s rear. The plan was to pin the army between themselves and their pursuing fellows in a fatal pincer maneuver.

Col. Williamson’s force, now more tightly bunched than before, entered the grove at a rapid pace, and that probably more than anything else was the Americans’ saving grace. Williamson himself had moved up near the front with Leet’s light horse. At the midpoint of the woodland, the roar of gunfire angling in from ahead sent a barrage of balls whistling among the volunteers, but surprisingly few found their targets, and many of the enemy’s guns, with powder now damp from the steady rain, misfired and greatly diminished the effectiveness of the ambush. A few men fell, including a private riding beside Thomas Mills on his gray gelding, and Capt. Downing snapped off a shot that found its mark and tumbled a Shawnee subchief who had stepped out of concealment. Capt. James Munn, from his litter between two horses, fired at the same time and was convinced he was the one who brought the subchief down.[21]

Realizing that all could well be lost at this point, Col. Williamson, instead of stopping his force to disperse among the trees and fight a standing battle, as his attackers anticipated he would do, wisely put the army into a gallop and continued past the Indians and Rangers before they could reload, thundering through the woods and out the other side. The volunteers fully expected to be pursued, but the enemy, disgruntled that their ruse had failed, followed only to the edge of the woods.

Well ahead of the army, Pvts. Clark, McBride and Allen had been prevented from rejoining the force by a small party of Indians that cut them off just after they had emerged from the woods. That party began chasing the privates, but when the main army emerged from the woods behind the Indians at a full gallop moments later, they broke off the pursuit and scattered in the tall grass. The three advance privates halted in their flight and waited until the army reached them and rejoined it. Then the whole force continued generally eastward on the trail.

At this moment, hardly two miles northeast of them, the three privates whose horses had given out early in the retreat and who had traveled all night and through­out the day thus far—Joshua Collins, Michael Walters and Christopher Coffman— were now fully 25 miles east of the battle scene. Pleased at having gotten away, they were following a small path through a 20-acre grove of trees when they abruptly jerked to a halt at the sight of four Chippewa Indians standing 50 feet ahead with rifles leveled at them—part of the contingent of lake Indians brought down from Detroit by Matthew Elliott to help fight the Americans. The three privates instantly spun around to flee, only to see four more Chippewas with rifles step into the path behind them.

Walters and Coffman immediately dropped their own guns and held up their hands, but Joshua Collins leaped from the path and into the woods, racing through the trees as swiftly as he had ever run. He expected at least some of the Chippewa warriors to pursue him, but they did not, content with the two captives who had surrendered.

Leaving nothing to chance, Joshua Collins continued running for over a mile before pausing on a little grassy knoll on the west side of a small island of trees. There he looked back to see if he was being followed. He was not. As he watched his back trail, however, four Wyandots silently emerged from the woods and crept close. As he turned to continue the escape alone, his arms were pinned and his rifle snatched away. For a moment he was sure they were going to tomahawk him, but they merely tied his wrists behind him and started him back toward the Sandusky, arriving just before nightfall at the new Monakaduto’s Town at the mouth of Tymochtee Creek.

About that same time, Col. Williamson, having led the remains of the army eastward after the Battle of the Olentangy and marched throughout the remainder of the day, found they were entering an area where the trees were becoming more numerous around them and the dense prairie grasses diminishing. He called a halt in a broad clearing in a woods they were passing through and issued the order that, since the Indians obviously knew exactly where they were and there would be no point in making a cold camp, small cookfires could be built on which to prepare some food. He further ordered, however, that the troops eat sparingly of what few provisions they had remaining.

A larger than normal number of sentinels were placed to remain alert for the enemy and to be relieved every hour. As night closed over them, the groans of the wounded, no longer muted by the sounds of travel, had a very depressing effect on the men. Capt. Charles Bilderback allowed Pvt. Angus McCoy, at his own request, to stay close to the wounded and give what comfort he could. The injury in John McDonald’s thigh had become much worse, and Bilderback was sure the man would not make it back home. At the same time, since Dr. Knight was not on hand to care for any of the wounded, Bilderback asked Angus McDonald to also make some of the other injured men as comfortable as possible.[22] Those men, with wounds of varying degrees of severity, lay nearby untended on blankets in the continuing drizzle. Among them was the half-scalped John Hays, whose blood had caked and dried into such a hideous mess on his head and chest that he looked as if he had just crawled from a grave. Now, in the rain, the old blood had become runny and dirty red, making him look, if possible, worse than ever. Amazingly, however, he was more alert this evening than previously, and seemed to be on the mend, since he remarked on how hungry he was and announced his intention of riding a horse when the march resumed on the morrow, rather than be carried in a litter. Angus McCoy, putting aside his own weariness and hunger and holding his gunlock under his armpit to keep it dry, trudged about among the wounded all night, trying to provide them some comfort, but he was himself extremely depressed.[23]



June 6th Wednesday [Thursday].—Day was begun to break, and we made the best of our Way, without thinking of forming, to the Spring we had encamped on. As Col. Crawford was missing, the Command devolved upon Col. Williamson, who arranged the line of march and immediately constituted all the best horses & horsemen as Light Horse. this was necessary as the ennemy was strong in light Cavalry, which he could employ to advantage in the plains, and which we ought to oppose in the same Way. We proceeded with as much speed as possible through the plains, wanting to gain the Woods, fearfull of the ennemy’s horse. Our front was stragling, as every Body expected a general overthrow if the ennemy did overtake us in the plains and thought the Woods could only afford us a chance, against their numbers.

Col. Wm Harrison_MT Wm Crawford—myself & my Waiter were about 2 or 300 yards in front of the advance, trying to keep the men together and from going off in smalls, [sicJ when the ennemy’s horse sallied out of a small piece of Woods on our Left, upon us. I took back.. to the party in the Rear, in some measure past the ennemy, who had alimost got between us & them and alarmed our Light horse, who went immediately in pursuit of these Rangers whilst Harrrison & the rest took strait from the ennemy to the South, the largest body of whom continued in chase of them. My waiter dodged these mounted Rangers round a bill & joined us: but Harrison & Crawford were never heard off since.

About 1 mile within the glades we halted a short time to refresh our horses a moment, who had travelled now with­out any halt 24 miles, not counting our circuitous march. But that instant our rear was fired on, & we saw the ennemy stringing along to our front, whilst a party wanted to detain us on the spot. A firing began between us in the rear, and as soon as everything was ready to move on farther, and our Light horse had begun their march in our front to secure our entering the Woods. the ennemy fled from our rear. We had 3 killed and 8 wounded in this Skirmish, which did not last quite an hour. But our Flanks and Rear continu firing at an intruding ennemy, untill we reached the Wood Since which time we were not any farther molested.

It was here that a good many deserted Us: who mostly a lost themselves in the Woods & fell into our Rear at Mohickin John’s Town &c.

We march’d unremittingly through a severe rain to our former encampment on the Lick beyond D Town. It was about 6 P.M. we reached this, and it was Concluded on, tarry here but two hours for the refreshment of our horse, and then to continue a forced march through the Night to clear ourselves of the Beach Ridge. Large fires were made, to comfort the Wounded and dry ourselves In this manner we tarried untill 1 in the morning, when we found it absolutely impossible to keep or find so narrow a path in these thickets, we had encamped in.[24]



June 6, 1782

Just before day we got into a second deep morass, and were under the decessity of delayuing until it was light to see our way through it. The whole of this day we traeled towards the Shawanese towns, with aview of throwing our selves still farther out of the search of the enemy. About ten o’clock this day we sat down to eat a little, having tasted nothing from Tuesday, the day of our engagement until this time which was on Thursday, and now the only thing we had to eat was a scrap of pork to each. We had sat down by a warrior’s path which we had not suspected, when eight or nine warriors appeared. Running off, hastily we left our baggage and provision, but were not discovered by the party; for skulking some time in the grass and bushes, we returned to the place and recovered our baggage. The warriors had hallooed as they passed, and were answered by others on our flanks.

In our journey through the glades, or wide extended dry meadows, about twelve o’clock this day, we discovered a party of Indians in front, bu skulking in the grass and bushes were not perceived by them. In these glades we were in great danger, as we could be seen at a great distance. In the afternoon of this day there fell a heavy rain, and then traveling on we saw a party of the enemy about two hundred yards before us, but hiding ourselves in the bushes we had again the good fortune not to be discovered. This night we got out of the glades, having in the night crossed the paths by which we had advanced to Sandusky. [25]



June 6, 1798: Congress passes a bill abolishing debtors’ prisons in the United States.[26]



June 6, 1809

Ordered that Daniel McKinnon be allowed Eight Dollars and ninety cts for his Services done for the County from the first of December 1808 till February 1, 1809 Summoning the grandjury at January Term 1809.[27]



June 6, 1838

[28]

1838--a bond signed by Conrad as administrator of the estate of John Puffenbarger, Clark County, Ohio, Office of the Probate Clerk.[29]





Mon. June 6, 1864

Came in from picket got some beer and

Cheese got cherry wine at night

Verge Elsberry[30] got back

From James Hunter in Texas[31]



June 6th, 1865

Iowa regiments ordered to return to Savannah.[32]



Meanwhile, orders being issued by the government for disbanding the regiments whose time was to expire before the 1st of November, and the re-enlisted veterans of Dwight’s division beginning to arrive, in Savannah on the 5th of June, Birge’s brigade, came down from Augusta on the 7th and Day marched on the 9th to replace it.[33]


June 6, 1891

William Goodlove was severely injured by his team running away last Monday. One of the wagon wheels passed over his head.[34]



June 6, 1901

(Pleasant Valley) Will Goodlove has a phone in his house. Willis thinks he is among the living now.[35]



• June 6, 1941: The Kommissarbefehl (Commissar Order) is issued in preparation for the invasion of the USSR. It states that political officers in the Soviet army must be singled out and killed.[36]





June 6, 1942: The Battle of Midway ends with the Unitred States fleet sinking four Japanese aircraft carriers and 13 other ships, during World War II.[37]



June 6, 1944

The Normandy Invasion, designated D-Day, begins, with 4,000 ships of all kinds eventually landing over 4 million Alloied troops on the beaches at Normandy, France.[38]



• June 6, 1944: Eighteen hundred Jews from Corfu are arrested and sent to Auschwitz.[39]

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June 6, 1968: Democratic Presidential Candidate Robert F. Kennedy is shot and killed after winning the California primary.[40]



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[1] [1]Abraham’s Children, Race, Identity, and the DNA of the Chosen People, by Jon Entine, page 82, 174.

[2] [2] A History of God by Karen Armstrong, page 134, 156

[3] [3] Introducing Islam, Dr. Shams Inati, page 72.

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

[5] www.wikipedia.org

[6] DNA and Tradition, The Genetic Link to the Ancient Hebrews, Rabbi Yaakov Kleiman, 2004, pg. 91.

[7] www.wikipedia.org

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

[9] The Gutleben Family of Physicians in Medieval Times, by Gerd Mentgen, page 4.

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

[11] www.wikipedia.org



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

[13] http://christianparty.net/jewsexpelled.htm

[14] M E M O I R S OF C LAN F I N G O N BY REV. DONALD D. MACKINNON, M.A. Circa 1888

[15] http://www.homestead.com/AlanCole/CrawfordRootsII.html

[16] ON This Day in America by John Wagman.

[17] History of Fayette County, Pennsylvania, with Biographical Sketches of many of its Pioneers and Prominent Men, Edited by Franklin Ellis Vol. 1 Philadelphia; L. H. Everts & Co. 1882

[18] In Search of Turkey Foot Road, page 78.

[19] On This Day in America by John Wagman.

[20] The fight here was, many years later, dubbed the Battle of the Olentangy by historian Consul Wilshire Butterfield, and the designation stuck, though it was truly far more a skirmish than an actual battle. Later a monument commemorating the Battle of the Olentangy of June 6, 1782, was erected. It is located in Crawford Co., O., halfway between presenjt Bucyrus and Galion on State Toute 19 near the bridge crossing the Olentangy River. The actual fight, though, occurred not there but on a more elevated piece of ground just within sight to the northeast, five miles southeast of the present city of Bucyrus, in the northwest quadrant of Section 22, Jefferson Township, Crawford Co., O.

[21] Capt. Downing (and undoubtedly Capt. Munn as well) thought he had killed the Shawnee chiefr called Half Moon, but he was incorrect. The identity of the subchief is not known, but the Shawnees themselces later admitted that their second Kispokotha war chief under their principal war chief, Shemeneto, Black Snake, had been killed.

[22] Capt. Charles Bilderback, who had led off the massacre of the Moravians at Gnadenhutten three months earlier, survived the campaign and reached home safely.

[23] .That Dark and Bloody River by Allan W. Eckert.



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

[25] Narrative of John Slover

[26] On This Day in America by John Wagman.

[27] Champaign County Clerk

[28] Jim Funkhouser email December 11, 2010

[29] Jim Funkhouser email December 11, 2010

[30] ?Elsberry, Zarah V. Company H. Age 29. Residence Springville, nativity Ohio, Enlisted Aug. 9, 1862. Mustered Sept. 3, 1862, Savannah, Ga.



[31] William Harrison Goodlove, Iowa 24th Civil War Diary by Jeff Goodlove

[32] http://www.usgennet. org/usa/ia/county/linn/civil war/24th/24 history p2.htm



[33] History of the Nineteenth Army Corps by Richard B. Irwin, 1892, page 350.

[34] Winton Goodlove papers.

[35] Winton Goodlove papers.

[36] Encyclopedia of the Holocaust, Israel Gutman, Editor, page 1765.

[37] On This Day in America by John Wagman.

[38] On This Day in America by John Wagman.

[39] Encyclopedia of the Holocaust, Israel Gutman, Editor, page 1779.

[40] On This Day in America by John Wagman.