THE LATE THOMAS DICKINSON -
Thomas Dickinson died at his residence about six miles east of Bellefontaine on the 19th day of May, 1879, at the advanced age of 90 years and six months. The following narrative was dictated by him shortly before his death;
"I was born in Berks County, near Reading, Pennsylvania on the 13th day of November, 1788. In 1802 I moved with my parents to Virginia, Harrison County, near Clarksburg (now West Virginia). In 1807 I came to Ohio and worked for John Garwood on the first mill built in the northern part of Ohio, near where East Liberty is now situated. I worked hard for six dollars a month. I went back to (West) Virginia in 1808, and in 1810 I was married to Maria Lowe.
"At this time, the subject of slavery was being discussed, and I and my father, being Quakers were opposed to slavery. In the Spring of 1811, father and I concluded to leave the State on account of our aversion to slavery making it unpleasant for us. In August we arrived at John Garwood's near East Liberty, and father located at Zanesfield. There were seven children in my father's family. I first settled on a small piece of ground at the foot of the Mitchiner hill on the east side of Zanesfield on the East Liberty Road, and built a small cabin near the Mad River.
"In the winter of 1812 I went to Sandusky and laid out three nights. I had to scrape the snow away to get a place to sleep. While living at this cabin the Indians bothered us a great deal. When I was away from home my wife had to take the two children and go down on the prairie and sleep for fear the Indians would come to the house in the night.
"I moved from that place in 1813 to the head waters of the Cherokee. I put up a small house and covered it with bark. Here I had bad luck. I throwed a splinter at my mare and killed her. The wolves killed all of my sheep. I laid off my hat while cutting a big tree and my cow ate that up, and that night, having no door but just a place cut out for one, the cow came along and drew my pants out and ate them up (being all I had). I felt a little discouraged. The next day the cow ate Buckeye leaves and she died. While my wife and I were skinning the cow, the cabin got on fire and burned everything we had. We had three children then. I carried two and my wife one and we went back to Zanesfield to report our bad luck.
"I enlisted as a Minute Man under Captain Schooler, and was under the employ of the Government for two years acting as a guard and as a Minute Man. I drove ox teams after the War of 1812 was over. I lived in Zanesfield until 1830 when I moved onto the farm where I now live and have lived for nearly fifty years. In 1820 I went back to [West] Virginia and Mother Lowe gave me a feather bed and I brought it from [West] Virginia on horseback."
Mr. Dickinson at the time of his death had living 10 children, 85 grandchildren, 120 great grandchildren and 2 great great grandchildren. Judge Bennett said the funeral was the largest he had attended for many years - the procession being one mile in length. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. John D. Elliott, assisted by his able lady. Being of Quaker denomination, as Mr. Dickinson had always held to their manner and form of worship, he did not make a loud profession of religion but had certain religious rules that he always adhered to. He pitied littleness, loved goodness and admired truthfulness and greatness.
His record as a neighbor, a citizen and a soldier, and in every capacity of life is too well known to need any eulogy at my hands. And as the long line of the procession moved along, many persons stood by the roadside with uncovered heads, eager to catch a glimpse of the procession that was conveying to its last resting place the remains of one of the noblest men on earth. He was buried in the burying ground near the Quaker meeting house, by the side of his beloved wife, and almost in sight of where they first settled on coming to this state. It can truly be said "There lies the honored Pioneer couple, surrounded by their Quaker friends."
- SOURCE: BELLEFONTAINE WEEKLY EXAMINER (newspaper), Bellefontaine, Logan Co., Ohio, May 30, 1879. Reprinted in the Logan County Genealogical Society newsletter "BRANCHES and TWIGS", Summer 2000, Vol. XXII - No. 2, p.34
Thomas Dickinson died at his residence about six miles east of Bellefontaine on the 19th day of May, 1879, at the advanced age of 90 years and six months. The following narrative was dictated by him shortly before his death;
"I was born in Berks County, near Reading, Pennsylvania on the 13th day of November, 1788. In 1802 I moved with my parents to Virginia, Harrison County, near Clarksburg (now West Virginia). In 1807 I came to Ohio and worked for John Garwood on the first mill built in the northern part of Ohio, near where East Liberty is now situated. I worked hard for six dollars a month. I went back to (West) Virginia in 1808, and in 1810 I was married to Maria Lowe.
"At this time, the subject of slavery was being discussed, and I and my father, being Quakers were opposed to slavery. In the Spring of 1811, father and I concluded to leave the State on account of our aversion to slavery making it unpleasant for us. In August we arrived at John Garwood's near East Liberty, and father located at Zanesfield. There were seven children in my father's family. I first settled on a small piece of ground at the foot of the Mitchiner hill on the east side of Zanesfield on the East Liberty Road, and built a small cabin near the Mad River.
"In the winter of 1812 I went to Sandusky and laid out three nights. I had to scrape the snow away to get a place to sleep. While living at this cabin the Indians bothered us a great deal. When I was away from home my wife had to take the two children and go down on the prairie and sleep for fear the Indians would come to the house in the night.
"I moved from that place in 1813 to the head waters of the Cherokee. I put up a small house and covered it with bark. Here I had bad luck. I throwed a splinter at my mare and killed her. The wolves killed all of my sheep. I laid off my hat while cutting a big tree and my cow ate that up, and that night, having no door but just a place cut out for one, the cow came along and drew my pants out and ate them up (being all I had). I felt a little discouraged. The next day the cow ate Buckeye leaves and she died. While my wife and I were skinning the cow, the cabin got on fire and burned everything we had. We had three children then. I carried two and my wife one and we went back to Zanesfield to report our bad luck.
"I enlisted as a Minute Man under Captain Schooler, and was under the employ of the Government for two years acting as a guard and as a Minute Man. I drove ox teams after the War of 1812 was over. I lived in Zanesfield until 1830 when I moved onto the farm where I now live and have lived for nearly fifty years. In 1820 I went back to [West] Virginia and Mother Lowe gave me a feather bed and I brought it from [West] Virginia on horseback."
Mr. Dickinson at the time of his death had living 10 children, 85 grandchildren, 120 great grandchildren and 2 great great grandchildren. Judge Bennett said the funeral was the largest he had attended for many years - the procession being one mile in length. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. John D. Elliott, assisted by his able lady. Being of Quaker denomination, as Mr. Dickinson had always held to their manner and form of worship, he did not make a loud profession of religion but had certain religious rules that he always adhered to. He pitied littleness, loved goodness and admired truthfulness and greatness.
His record as a neighbor, a citizen and a soldier, and in every capacity of life is too well known to need any eulogy at my hands. And as the long line of the procession moved along, many persons stood by the roadside with uncovered heads, eager to catch a glimpse of the procession that was conveying to its last resting place the remains of one of the noblest men on earth. He was buried in the burying ground near the Quaker meeting house, by the side of his beloved wife, and almost in sight of where they first settled on coming to this state. It can truly be said "There lies the honored Pioneer couple, surrounded by their Quaker friends."
- SOURCE: BELLEFONTAINE WEEKLY EXAMINER (newspaper), Bellefontaine, Logan Co., Ohio, May 30, 1879. Reprinted in the Logan County Genealogical Society newsletter "BRANCHES and TWIGS", Summer 2000, Vol. XXII - No. 2, p.34
THE LATE THOMAS DICKINSON -
Thomas Dickinson died at his residence about six miles east of Bellefontaine on the 19th day of May, 1879, at the advanced age of 90 years and six months. The following narrative was dictated by him shortly before his death;
"I was born in Berks County, near Reading, Pennsylvania on the 13th day of November, 1788. In 1802 I moved with my parents to Virginia, Harrison County, near Clarksburg (now West Virginia). In 1807 I came to Ohio and worked for John Garwood on the first mill built in the northern part of Ohio, near where East Liberty is now situated. I worked hard for six dollars a month. I went back to (West) Virginia in 1808, and in 1810 I was married to Maria Lowe.
"At this time, the subject of slavery was being discussed, and I and my father, being Quakers were opposed to slavery. In the Spring of 1811, father and I concluded to leave the State on account of our aversion to slavery making it unpleasant for us. In August we arrived at John Garwood's near East Liberty, and father located at Zanesfield. There were seven children in my father's family. I first settled on a small piece of ground at the foot of the Mitchiner hill on the east side of Zanesfield on the East Liberty Road, and built a small cabin near the Mad River.
"In the winter of 1812 I went to Sandusky and laid out three nights. I had to scrape the snow away to get a place to sleep. While living at this cabin the Indians bothered us a great deal. When I was away from home my wife had to take the two children and go down on the prairie and sleep for fear the Indians would come to the house in the night.
"I moved from that place in 1813 to the head waters of the Cherokee. I put up a small house and covered it with bark. Here I had bad luck. I throwed a splinter at my mare and killed her. The wolves killed all of my sheep. I laid off my hat while cutting a big tree and my cow ate that up, and that night, having no door but just a place cut out for one, the cow came along and drew my pants out and ate them up (being all I had). I felt a little discouraged. The next day the cow ate Buckeye leaves and she died. While my wife and I were skinning the cow, the cabin got on fire and burned everything we had. We had three children then. I carried two and my wife one and we went back to Zanesfield to report our bad luck.
"I enlisted as a Minute Man under Captain Schooler, and was under the employ of the Government for two years acting as a guard and as a Minute Man. I drove ox teams after the War of 1812 was over. I lived in Zanesfield until 1830 when I moved onto the farm where I now live and have lived for nearly fifty years. In 1820 I went back to [West] Virginia and Mother Lowe gave me a feather bed and I brought it from [West] Virginia on horseback."
Mr. Dickinson at the time of his death had living 10 children, 85 grandchildren, 120 great grandchildren and 2 great great grandchildren. Judge Bennett said the funeral was the largest he had attended for many years - the procession being one mile in length. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. John D. Elliott, assisted by his able lady. Being of Quaker denomination, as Mr. Dickinson had always held to their manner and form of worship, he did not make a loud profession of religion but had certain religious rules that he always adhered to. He pitied littleness, loved goodness and admired truthfulness and greatness.
His record as a neighbor, a citizen and a soldier, and in every capacity of life is too well known to need any eulogy at my hands. And as the long line of the procession moved along, many persons stood by the roadside with uncovered heads, eager to catch a glimpse of the procession that was conveying to its last resting place the remains of one of the noblest men on earth. He was buried in the burying ground near the Quaker meeting house, by the side of his beloved wife, and almost in sight of where they first settled on coming to this state. It can truly be said "There lies the honored Pioneer couple, surrounded by their Quaker friends."
- SOURCE: BELLEFONTAINE WEEKLY EXAMINER (newspaper), Bellefontaine, Logan Co., Ohio, May 30, 1879. Reprinted in the Logan County Genealogical Society newsletter "BRANCHES and TWIGS", Summer 2000, Vol. XXII - No. 2, p.34
Thomas Dickinson died at his residence about six miles east of Bellefontaine on the 19th day of May, 1879, at the advanced age of 90 years and six months. The following narrative was dictated by him shortly before his death;
"I was born in Berks County, near Reading, Pennsylvania on the 13th day of November, 1788. In 1802 I moved with my parents to Virginia, Harrison County, near Clarksburg (now West Virginia). In 1807 I came to Ohio and worked for John Garwood on the first mill built in the northern part of Ohio, near where East Liberty is now situated. I worked hard for six dollars a month. I went back to (West) Virginia in 1808, and in 1810 I was married to Maria Lowe.
"At this time, the subject of slavery was being discussed, and I and my father, being Quakers were opposed to slavery. In the Spring of 1811, father and I concluded to leave the State on account of our aversion to slavery making it unpleasant for us. In August we arrived at John Garwood's near East Liberty, and father located at Zanesfield. There were seven children in my father's family. I first settled on a small piece of ground at the foot of the Mitchiner hill on the east side of Zanesfield on the East Liberty Road, and built a small cabin near the Mad River.
"In the winter of 1812 I went to Sandusky and laid out three nights. I had to scrape the snow away to get a place to sleep. While living at this cabin the Indians bothered us a great deal. When I was away from home my wife had to take the two children and go down on the prairie and sleep for fear the Indians would come to the house in the night.
"I moved from that place in 1813 to the head waters of the Cherokee. I put up a small house and covered it with bark. Here I had bad luck. I throwed a splinter at my mare and killed her. The wolves killed all of my sheep. I laid off my hat while cutting a big tree and my cow ate that up, and that night, having no door but just a place cut out for one, the cow came along and drew my pants out and ate them up (being all I had). I felt a little discouraged. The next day the cow ate Buckeye leaves and she died. While my wife and I were skinning the cow, the cabin got on fire and burned everything we had. We had three children then. I carried two and my wife one and we went back to Zanesfield to report our bad luck.
"I enlisted as a Minute Man under Captain Schooler, and was under the employ of the Government for two years acting as a guard and as a Minute Man. I drove ox teams after the War of 1812 was over. I lived in Zanesfield until 1830 when I moved onto the farm where I now live and have lived for nearly fifty years. In 1820 I went back to [West] Virginia and Mother Lowe gave me a feather bed and I brought it from [West] Virginia on horseback."
Mr. Dickinson at the time of his death had living 10 children, 85 grandchildren, 120 great grandchildren and 2 great great grandchildren. Judge Bennett said the funeral was the largest he had attended for many years - the procession being one mile in length. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. John D. Elliott, assisted by his able lady. Being of Quaker denomination, as Mr. Dickinson had always held to their manner and form of worship, he did not make a loud profession of religion but had certain religious rules that he always adhered to. He pitied littleness, loved goodness and admired truthfulness and greatness.
His record as a neighbor, a citizen and a soldier, and in every capacity of life is too well known to need any eulogy at my hands. And as the long line of the procession moved along, many persons stood by the roadside with uncovered heads, eager to catch a glimpse of the procession that was conveying to its last resting place the remains of one of the noblest men on earth. He was buried in the burying ground near the Quaker meeting house, by the side of his beloved wife, and almost in sight of where they first settled on coming to this state. It can truly be said "There lies the honored Pioneer couple, surrounded by their Quaker friends."
- SOURCE: BELLEFONTAINE WEEKLY EXAMINER (newspaper), Bellefontaine, Logan Co., Ohio, May 30, 1879. Reprinted in the Logan County Genealogical Society newsletter "BRANCHES and TWIGS", Summer 2000, Vol. XXII - No. 2, p.34
Family Members
Siblings
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Eliza Dickinson Butler
1810–1888
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Robert Leroy Dickinson
1812–1886
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Susanna Dickinson Butler
1813–1833
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Joseph Nelson Dickinson
1816–1895
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Margaret M. Dickinson Corwin
1817–1907
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Hannah Ann Dickenson Stafford
1818–1880
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Martin M Dickinson
1820–1900
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Duncan McArthur Dickinson
1822–1901
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Joshua M. Dickinson
1824–1892
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Martha "Patty" Dickinson Jackson
1825–1872
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Lewis Dickinson
1827–1887
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