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PIONEER HISTORY
Mr. Blotner owned eighty acres adjoining Dunwoody. He too was
of Pennsylvania Dutch, and the Blotner and Resor families were
connected. Blotner said he always sowed his wheat on Good Friday
except when it came on Sunday. Of the family were Saul, Mike,
John, Barbara, Catharine, Rebecca and other girls. They grew to
citizenship and were well known. Saul and John were members of
the 40th O. V. I, in the war of the Rebellion. Saul was killed in
battle and John lost an arm, but lived many years as the one
armed soldier, dying in very recent years. Of the lineage there
are a number in our citizenship.
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PIONEER HISTORY
Nicholas Giganda was north of Blotner and adjacent to Frantz,
to southwest, owning one-quarter of a quarter section. He was a French
immigrant and came to his homestead from Cincinnati in 1836. Of
his family were Vincent, Eugene, Mary V., Mary A. and Margaret.
This Giganda family and the old Marchal family were intermarried.
Of these families there is quite a lineage and seem to have been
energetic and prominent, Catholic in religion, and in politics
as a rule Democratic. Vincent obtained a fair English education
and became a prominent citizen of Patterson township, afterwards
removing to Portland, Ind. He is quite proud of his boyhood
nativity. Giganda was the first buried in the Catholic cemetery
at Frenchtown ceded by the Subler brothers, and where in 1847 was
erected the second Catholic Chapel in the township, a wooden
structure, which was succeeded by a brick, and recently refitted
and enlarged with a new beautiful and modern building, and where
was the one lone mound, is now quite a city of the silent dead.
Eugene owns the old homestead and of this lineage there are a few
in the township and more in the adjacent vicinities.
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PIONEER HISTORY
Abner Greer and Frank Poly, pioneer boys, who each cultivated
farms in their township, and to the east of Greer was Nicholas
Marchal, each purchasiug eighty acres.
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PIONEER HISTORY Viewing the Old Hills and Vales. As we saunter over the old Village site, looking north and, northeast, west and southwest we, like old Moses, can view the vales and hill-slopes of the old Swamp Creek Settlement from Thomas Bayman's to the Metzcar farm, and from Boomershine's to old Mr. Simon's forest home, or, ascending to the dome of the high sehool building our eye's vision sweeps the view of the school lands and beyond to the east, the plateau of clay Iands of Frenchtown nortwestward, the vale of Indian and Swamp creeks to where their waters commingle with old Stillwater, and to the south and to Webster thither it flows and to the southeast o'er German Homestead, called "Dutch Roost" we think of the primeval forest and its varied and gigantic growths in which they reared their homesteads and cleared out their farms. The Primeval Forest. Forests where grow the oak of the white, red and burr variety from which the timbers were hewn and the boards were rived for the hewn buildings that succeedded the round-log cabin, and the rails were split that fenced the fields in the after years; a forest of gigantic walnuts from which the planks were sawed that encased window and door, or made the door or cupboard of the household; of ash, gray or white, out of which planks were sawed that made the floor, kept neat by a sister's hand that could scrub or scour, for carpets were very rare those days: of hickory, shellbark or bark tighter grown, that towered skyward waving their lofty tops, which were felled for fire wood that burned bright and glowing, or the bark was used by the back woodsmen to guide his nocturnal steps as he hunted the fur-bearing animals of the forest, or the old pioneer, fast growing old, came from home neighborly call or worship at the solemn chureh. Of buckeyes so numerous that by such name the state is called, the fruit of which, worthless otherwise and buckeyes called, formed pretty toys for the young "chaps" of the backwoods, easily chopped for back-logs of the household fire and lasted long; a forest of sugars and maples from which in the spring time the sap would flow furnishing a sweet draught or boiled into syrup sweeter still, or to molases yet more sweet, or stirred to sugar, caked or brown, was the "chaps" delight, for they did not call them "kids" then: indeed the young swain and blushing maid thought it fit speech for letter |
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