Alfred married Bashemath Smith on 18 Dec 1860 in West Union, Fayette Co, IA. They had nine children, eight are known: Joshua Smith, Ray Evelyn (male), Alfred Ellsworth "Fred", Nelson Sylvester, Cyrus Frank, John Francis, Alice Kezia, and Lydia Mary Thorp. Alfred was a farmer.
From his wife, Bashemath's obituary:
She was united in marriage to Alfred John Thorp in December 1850. (Mr. Thorp, prior to his marriage had taught the first term of school ever held in Fayette county, the school room being the kitchen of his father’ home on what is now known as the M. A. Hutchison farm.)
Nine children came to bless her home, this preceding her in death are her husband, Mar. 3, 1887, Nelson at the age of eighteen months, John, in 1903; Alice, 1980; Allen, 1912; and Cyrus in 1915. She leaves three sons, Ray of Lansing, Iowa; Joshua, Chesaw, Wash.; Fred, Brinnon, Wash.; and one daughter, Mrs. Lydia Stearns with whom she made her home…
Frog Hollow Named From Debater’s Speech In 1874
Pioneer Resident Recalls Early School Life of Oldsters
Editor’s Note—The following reminiscence from the pen of R. E. Thorp, who now lives at Lansing, Iowa, was offered in reply to a query as to how Frog Hollow gots [sic] its name…centennial celebration of the settlement of Fayette county.
By R. E. Thorp {Ray Evelyn Thorp]
Received your letter asking my age and what I know about the history of Frog Hollow. I was born in Westfield township, Fayette county, Nov. 7, 1861, on the farm now owned by Martin Hutchinson.
I was born in a log house on the bank of the creek 20 or 25 rods west of where the Hutchinson house now stands. It was a one-room log house, not a nail or screw used in its construction, even the hinges on the doors were of wood.
Tradition Fails
According to tradition, this should have made a good background and put me in line for the presidency or at least to have attained fame in some other line. Maybe the star I was born under was more potent in shaping my career than being born in a log house or again maybe there was too stiff competition, for I remember as a small boy of 10 other log houses in that school district and remember just who lived in each of them. don’t win there is a trace of any of them left.
Don’t think from what I have written that I am feeling bad because being born in a log house did not bring me fame and renown, for I am not. I am in my 59th year and I still get quite a lot of kick out of life.
Parents Move
When I was in my fourth year my father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Thorp, moved from the log house to a farm father bought of Sidney Hopkins, a mile north and what is now a part of the J. F. Stearns farm. When I was old enough to prowl along the creeks and in that wood, I sometimes saw the old log house where I was born. The only remembrance I have of ever living there is a time mother and father were trying to catch some horses in a corral by the house.
It seems the house must have made part of one side of the corral, for the houses bolted in at the north door and out at the south door, knocking me down in their progress. I think many of us if we would let our memories drift back over the road we have traveled, would find that some shock or fright we got in our childhood is the earliest recollection.
Leaves Cooper Shop
When father bought the farm of Mr. Hopkins the Hopkins drifted south to the Ozark mountains and established there. He was a cooper by trade, and left a house on the place he had used for a cooper shop.
From his wife, Bashemath's obituary:
She was united in marriage to Alfred John Thorp in December 1850. (Mr. Thorp, prior to his marriage had taught the first term of school ever held in Fayette county, the school room being the kitchen of his father’ home on what is now known as the M. A. Hutchison farm.)
Nine children came to bless her home, this preceding her in death are her husband, Mar. 3, 1887, Nelson at the age of eighteen months, John, in 1903; Alice, 1980; Allen, 1912; and Cyrus in 1915. She leaves three sons, Ray of Lansing, Iowa; Joshua, Chesaw, Wash.; Fred, Brinnon, Wash.; and one daughter, Mrs. Lydia Stearns with whom she made her home…
Frog Hollow Named From Debater’s Speech In 1874
Pioneer Resident Recalls Early School Life of Oldsters
Editor’s Note—The following reminiscence from the pen of R. E. Thorp, who now lives at Lansing, Iowa, was offered in reply to a query as to how Frog Hollow gots [sic] its name…centennial celebration of the settlement of Fayette county.
By R. E. Thorp {Ray Evelyn Thorp]
Received your letter asking my age and what I know about the history of Frog Hollow. I was born in Westfield township, Fayette county, Nov. 7, 1861, on the farm now owned by Martin Hutchinson.
I was born in a log house on the bank of the creek 20 or 25 rods west of where the Hutchinson house now stands. It was a one-room log house, not a nail or screw used in its construction, even the hinges on the doors were of wood.
Tradition Fails
According to tradition, this should have made a good background and put me in line for the presidency or at least to have attained fame in some other line. Maybe the star I was born under was more potent in shaping my career than being born in a log house or again maybe there was too stiff competition, for I remember as a small boy of 10 other log houses in that school district and remember just who lived in each of them. don’t win there is a trace of any of them left.
Don’t think from what I have written that I am feeling bad because being born in a log house did not bring me fame and renown, for I am not. I am in my 59th year and I still get quite a lot of kick out of life.
Parents Move
When I was in my fourth year my father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Thorp, moved from the log house to a farm father bought of Sidney Hopkins, a mile north and what is now a part of the J. F. Stearns farm. When I was old enough to prowl along the creeks and in that wood, I sometimes saw the old log house where I was born. The only remembrance I have of ever living there is a time mother and father were trying to catch some horses in a corral by the house.
It seems the house must have made part of one side of the corral, for the houses bolted in at the north door and out at the south door, knocking me down in their progress. I think many of us if we would let our memories drift back over the road we have traveled, would find that some shock or fright we got in our childhood is the earliest recollection.
Leaves Cooper Shop
When father bought the farm of Mr. Hopkins the Hopkins drifted south to the Ozark mountains and established there. He was a cooper by trade, and left a house on the place he had used for a cooper shop.
Alfred married Bashemath Smith on 18 Dec 1860 in West Union, Fayette Co, IA. They had nine children, eight are known: Joshua Smith, Ray Evelyn (male), Alfred Ellsworth "Fred", Nelson Sylvester, Cyrus Frank, John Francis, Alice Kezia, and Lydia Mary Thorp. Alfred was a farmer.
From his wife, Bashemath's obituary:
She was united in marriage to Alfred John Thorp in December 1850. (Mr. Thorp, prior to his marriage had taught the first term of school ever held in Fayette county, the school room being the kitchen of his father’ home on what is now known as the M. A. Hutchison farm.)
Nine children came to bless her home, this preceding her in death are her husband, Mar. 3, 1887, Nelson at the age of eighteen months, John, in 1903; Alice, 1980; Allen, 1912; and Cyrus in 1915. She leaves three sons, Ray of Lansing, Iowa; Joshua, Chesaw, Wash.; Fred, Brinnon, Wash.; and one daughter, Mrs. Lydia Stearns with whom she made her home…
Frog Hollow Named From Debater’s Speech In 1874
Pioneer Resident Recalls Early School Life of Oldsters
Editor’s Note—The following reminiscence from the pen of R. E. Thorp, who now lives at Lansing, Iowa, was offered in reply to a query as to how Frog Hollow gots [sic] its name…centennial celebration of the settlement of Fayette county.
By R. E. Thorp {Ray Evelyn Thorp]
Received your letter asking my age and what I know about the history of Frog Hollow. I was born in Westfield township, Fayette county, Nov. 7, 1861, on the farm now owned by Martin Hutchinson.
I was born in a log house on the bank of the creek 20 or 25 rods west of where the Hutchinson house now stands. It was a one-room log house, not a nail or screw used in its construction, even the hinges on the doors were of wood.
Tradition Fails
According to tradition, this should have made a good background and put me in line for the presidency or at least to have attained fame in some other line. Maybe the star I was born under was more potent in shaping my career than being born in a log house or again maybe there was too stiff competition, for I remember as a small boy of 10 other log houses in that school district and remember just who lived in each of them. don’t win there is a trace of any of them left.
Don’t think from what I have written that I am feeling bad because being born in a log house did not bring me fame and renown, for I am not. I am in my 59th year and I still get quite a lot of kick out of life.
Parents Move
When I was in my fourth year my father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Thorp, moved from the log house to a farm father bought of Sidney Hopkins, a mile north and what is now a part of the J. F. Stearns farm. When I was old enough to prowl along the creeks and in that wood, I sometimes saw the old log house where I was born. The only remembrance I have of ever living there is a time mother and father were trying to catch some horses in a corral by the house.
It seems the house must have made part of one side of the corral, for the houses bolted in at the north door and out at the south door, knocking me down in their progress. I think many of us if we would let our memories drift back over the road we have traveled, would find that some shock or fright we got in our childhood is the earliest recollection.
Leaves Cooper Shop
When father bought the farm of Mr. Hopkins the Hopkins drifted south to the Ozark mountains and established there. He was a cooper by trade, and left a house on the place he had used for a cooper shop.
From his wife, Bashemath's obituary:
She was united in marriage to Alfred John Thorp in December 1850. (Mr. Thorp, prior to his marriage had taught the first term of school ever held in Fayette county, the school room being the kitchen of his father’ home on what is now known as the M. A. Hutchison farm.)
Nine children came to bless her home, this preceding her in death are her husband, Mar. 3, 1887, Nelson at the age of eighteen months, John, in 1903; Alice, 1980; Allen, 1912; and Cyrus in 1915. She leaves three sons, Ray of Lansing, Iowa; Joshua, Chesaw, Wash.; Fred, Brinnon, Wash.; and one daughter, Mrs. Lydia Stearns with whom she made her home…
Frog Hollow Named From Debater’s Speech In 1874
Pioneer Resident Recalls Early School Life of Oldsters
Editor’s Note—The following reminiscence from the pen of R. E. Thorp, who now lives at Lansing, Iowa, was offered in reply to a query as to how Frog Hollow gots [sic] its name…centennial celebration of the settlement of Fayette county.
By R. E. Thorp {Ray Evelyn Thorp]
Received your letter asking my age and what I know about the history of Frog Hollow. I was born in Westfield township, Fayette county, Nov. 7, 1861, on the farm now owned by Martin Hutchinson.
I was born in a log house on the bank of the creek 20 or 25 rods west of where the Hutchinson house now stands. It was a one-room log house, not a nail or screw used in its construction, even the hinges on the doors were of wood.
Tradition Fails
According to tradition, this should have made a good background and put me in line for the presidency or at least to have attained fame in some other line. Maybe the star I was born under was more potent in shaping my career than being born in a log house or again maybe there was too stiff competition, for I remember as a small boy of 10 other log houses in that school district and remember just who lived in each of them. don’t win there is a trace of any of them left.
Don’t think from what I have written that I am feeling bad because being born in a log house did not bring me fame and renown, for I am not. I am in my 59th year and I still get quite a lot of kick out of life.
Parents Move
When I was in my fourth year my father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. Alfred Thorp, moved from the log house to a farm father bought of Sidney Hopkins, a mile north and what is now a part of the J. F. Stearns farm. When I was old enough to prowl along the creeks and in that wood, I sometimes saw the old log house where I was born. The only remembrance I have of ever living there is a time mother and father were trying to catch some horses in a corral by the house.
It seems the house must have made part of one side of the corral, for the houses bolted in at the north door and out at the south door, knocking me down in their progress. I think many of us if we would let our memories drift back over the road we have traveled, would find that some shock or fright we got in our childhood is the earliest recollection.
Leaves Cooper Shop
When father bought the farm of Mr. Hopkins the Hopkins drifted south to the Ozark mountains and established there. He was a cooper by trade, and left a house on the place he had used for a cooper shop.
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