NANCY JOHNSON DAVIDSON
In the death of Mrs. Nancy Davidson at her home near Tippecanoe, Ohio, Feb. 28th, 1911, Harrison county lost one of its oldest residents and one whose life is well worthy more than a passing notice.
One of a family of 12 children, she was born near Tippecanoe, January 25, 1821, and was at the time of her death 90 years and 28 days old. She was born in a typical pioneer's home, with the forest, the wild beasts and wilder savages all about the cabin and almost all life long her strength was given in helping parents and husband carve from the solitude of the forest the farms of Harrison county, sharing in all the privations and labors and sacrifice of those early days. Her grandfather Johnson was at one time captured by the Indians and tied to the stake to be burned. Uncles, mere boys, were at another time captured and started on the long and dangerous journey into the untraversed wilds but boys though they were, killed their two captors at the midnight hour and succeeded in making their escape and in reaching their home in safety, while she herself shrank from the presence of the painted warrior in her father's home as he insolently demanded a kettle in which he might boil his game, or demand bread and salt.
In January, 1841, she married Zera Davidson, moving with him to the farm on which she resided at the time of her death, working by his side to clear the fields, flail out the grain, to string the tobacco, her babes lying in the sugar trough under the shade of the trees at the edge of the clearing, or by the light of the blazing hickory logs in the huge fireplace, spinning and weaving and sewing all with her own hands, the garments with which she clothed her rapidly growing family. Her husband died ten years ago and since that time she has longed to go and be with him.
Only one brother survives her, Griffith Johnson of Riverside, California, now in his one hundredth year, another brother Jacob Johnson, dying in Union county some months ago in his one hundred and second year. She was the mother of ten children, six of whom are still living, Phares and Joseph Davidson of near Tippecanoe, Miranda Baker near the same place, John and William in Illinois and Lemerick in Kansas.
At her funeral a short sketch of her life read by one of her grand children stated that six children, thirty-two grand children, forty-seven great grand children, and two great great grand children survive her. Counting those who have died Grandma Davidson lived to see more than one hundred of her descendants.
At a very early age she was converted and ever since lived a pure Christ-like life, commanding the respect of all who knew her, holding the love of the entire neighborhood until her death. She and her husband attended services at "Mays", then at a dwelling on the farm now owned by John Pittis until the church at Mt. Carmel was built. They were the largest givers in the erection of both churches and the most liberal supporters.
Funeral services were conducted by Rev. G. W. Grubbs of New Philadelphia, and Rev. G. W. Roby of Salesville, her present pastor, in the presence of a great crowd of relatives and friends,
(Freeport Press)
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In the death of Mrs. Nancy Davidson at her home near Tippecanoe, Ohio, Feb. 28th, 1911, Harrison county lost one of its oldest residents and one whose life is well worthy more than a passing notice.
One of a family of 12 children, she was born near Tippecanoe, January 25, 1821, and was at the time of her death 90 years and 28 days old. She was born in a typical pioneer's home, with the forest, the wild beasts and wilder savages all about the cabin and almost all life long her strength was given in helping parents and husband carve from the solitude of the forest the farms of Harrison county, sharing in all the privations and labors and sacrifice of those early days. Her grandfather Johnson was at one time captured by the Indians and tied to the stake to be burned. Uncles, mere boys, were at another time captured and started on the long and dangerous journey into the untraversed wilds but boys though they were, killed their two captors at the midnight hour and succeeded in making their escape and in reaching their home in safety, while she herself shrank from the presence of the painted warrior in her father's home as he insolently demanded a kettle in which he might boil his game, or demand bread and salt.
In January, 1841, she married Zera Davidson, moving with him to the farm on which she resided at the time of her death, working by his side to clear the fields, flail out the grain, to string the tobacco, her babes lying in the sugar trough under the shade of the trees at the edge of the clearing, or by the light of the blazing hickory logs in the huge fireplace, spinning and weaving and sewing all with her own hands, the garments with which she clothed her rapidly growing family. Her husband died ten years ago and since that time she has longed to go and be with him.
Only one brother survives her, Griffith Johnson of Riverside, California, now in his one hundredth year, another brother Jacob Johnson, dying in Union county some months ago in his one hundred and second year. She was the mother of ten children, six of whom are still living, Phares and Joseph Davidson of near Tippecanoe, Miranda Baker near the same place, John and William in Illinois and Lemerick in Kansas.
At her funeral a short sketch of her life read by one of her grand children stated that six children, thirty-two grand children, forty-seven great grand children, and two great great grand children survive her. Counting those who have died Grandma Davidson lived to see more than one hundred of her descendants.
At a very early age she was converted and ever since lived a pure Christ-like life, commanding the respect of all who knew her, holding the love of the entire neighborhood until her death. She and her husband attended services at "Mays", then at a dwelling on the farm now owned by John Pittis until the church at Mt. Carmel was built. They were the largest givers in the erection of both churches and the most liberal supporters.
Funeral services were conducted by Rev. G. W. Grubbs of New Philadelphia, and Rev. G. W. Roby of Salesville, her present pastor, in the presence of a great crowd of relatives and friends,
(Freeport Press)
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NANCY JOHNSON DAVIDSON
In the death of Mrs. Nancy Davidson at her home near Tippecanoe, Ohio, Feb. 28th, 1911, Harrison county lost one of its oldest residents and one whose life is well worthy more than a passing notice.
One of a family of 12 children, she was born near Tippecanoe, January 25, 1821, and was at the time of her death 90 years and 28 days old. She was born in a typical pioneer's home, with the forest, the wild beasts and wilder savages all about the cabin and almost all life long her strength was given in helping parents and husband carve from the solitude of the forest the farms of Harrison county, sharing in all the privations and labors and sacrifice of those early days. Her grandfather Johnson was at one time captured by the Indians and tied to the stake to be burned. Uncles, mere boys, were at another time captured and started on the long and dangerous journey into the untraversed wilds but boys though they were, killed their two captors at the midnight hour and succeeded in making their escape and in reaching their home in safety, while she herself shrank from the presence of the painted warrior in her father's home as he insolently demanded a kettle in which he might boil his game, or demand bread and salt.
In January, 1841, she married Zera Davidson, moving with him to the farm on which she resided at the time of her death, working by his side to clear the fields, flail out the grain, to string the tobacco, her babes lying in the sugar trough under the shade of the trees at the edge of the clearing, or by the light of the blazing hickory logs in the huge fireplace, spinning and weaving and sewing all with her own hands, the garments with which she clothed her rapidly growing family. Her husband died ten years ago and since that time she has longed to go and be with him.
Only one brother survives her, Griffith Johnson of Riverside, California, now in his one hundredth year, another brother Jacob Johnson, dying in Union county some months ago in his one hundred and second year. She was the mother of ten children, six of whom are still living, Phares and Joseph Davidson of near Tippecanoe, Miranda Baker near the same place, John and William in Illinois and Lemerick in Kansas.
At her funeral a short sketch of her life read by one of her grand children stated that six children, thirty-two grand children, forty-seven great grand children, and two great great grand children survive her. Counting those who have died Grandma Davidson lived to see more than one hundred of her descendants.
At a very early age she was converted and ever since lived a pure Christ-like life, commanding the respect of all who knew her, holding the love of the entire neighborhood until her death. She and her husband attended services at "Mays", then at a dwelling on the farm now owned by John Pittis until the church at Mt. Carmel was built. They were the largest givers in the erection of both churches and the most liberal supporters.
Funeral services were conducted by Rev. G. W. Grubbs of New Philadelphia, and Rev. G. W. Roby of Salesville, her present pastor, in the presence of a great crowd of relatives and friends,
(Freeport Press)
.
In the death of Mrs. Nancy Davidson at her home near Tippecanoe, Ohio, Feb. 28th, 1911, Harrison county lost one of its oldest residents and one whose life is well worthy more than a passing notice.
One of a family of 12 children, she was born near Tippecanoe, January 25, 1821, and was at the time of her death 90 years and 28 days old. She was born in a typical pioneer's home, with the forest, the wild beasts and wilder savages all about the cabin and almost all life long her strength was given in helping parents and husband carve from the solitude of the forest the farms of Harrison county, sharing in all the privations and labors and sacrifice of those early days. Her grandfather Johnson was at one time captured by the Indians and tied to the stake to be burned. Uncles, mere boys, were at another time captured and started on the long and dangerous journey into the untraversed wilds but boys though they were, killed their two captors at the midnight hour and succeeded in making their escape and in reaching their home in safety, while she herself shrank from the presence of the painted warrior in her father's home as he insolently demanded a kettle in which he might boil his game, or demand bread and salt.
In January, 1841, she married Zera Davidson, moving with him to the farm on which she resided at the time of her death, working by his side to clear the fields, flail out the grain, to string the tobacco, her babes lying in the sugar trough under the shade of the trees at the edge of the clearing, or by the light of the blazing hickory logs in the huge fireplace, spinning and weaving and sewing all with her own hands, the garments with which she clothed her rapidly growing family. Her husband died ten years ago and since that time she has longed to go and be with him.
Only one brother survives her, Griffith Johnson of Riverside, California, now in his one hundredth year, another brother Jacob Johnson, dying in Union county some months ago in his one hundred and second year. She was the mother of ten children, six of whom are still living, Phares and Joseph Davidson of near Tippecanoe, Miranda Baker near the same place, John and William in Illinois and Lemerick in Kansas.
At her funeral a short sketch of her life read by one of her grand children stated that six children, thirty-two grand children, forty-seven great grand children, and two great great grand children survive her. Counting those who have died Grandma Davidson lived to see more than one hundred of her descendants.
At a very early age she was converted and ever since lived a pure Christ-like life, commanding the respect of all who knew her, holding the love of the entire neighborhood until her death. She and her husband attended services at "Mays", then at a dwelling on the farm now owned by John Pittis until the church at Mt. Carmel was built. They were the largest givers in the erection of both churches and the most liberal supporters.
Funeral services were conducted by Rev. G. W. Grubbs of New Philadelphia, and Rev. G. W. Roby of Salesville, her present pastor, in the presence of a great crowd of relatives and friends,
(Freeport Press)
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