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We now pause for Cleveland German immigrant data interpretation

I have been listing the immigrants to Cleveland, Ohio, who lived long enough, or stuck around Cleveland long enough, to be listed in an anniversary edition of the Cleveland German newspaper “Wächter und Anzeiger.” The list goes through the start of the 1860s, and I will continue to type up the remaining years in future posts. In the meantime, there are several things I’ve figured out in my research that I want to share.

First, the immigrants listed in these posts are part of what is considered the “first wave” of immigration. (The “second wave” of over a million German immigrants in the U.S. occurred from 1865-1879, the “third wave” nearer the turn of the century, and so on.) In 1848, the immigrants to Cleveland listed total nine names. In 1849, they number twenty, over twice as many. It could be argued this is an example of chain migration, where first one family member arrives, and others follow, but only Müller of Alsenz seems to fit in this category. Other influential factors:
–In 1848, the California Gold Rush began. Perhaps some of these immigrants are part of this rising tide (by 1854, four times as many German immigrants to Cleveland are listed as in 1848).
–In 1848, starting in France in March, democratic revolutions swept across Europe, and many in the German-speaking areas (and Hungary, Austria, France, etc.) were forced to flee.
–By the early 1850s, transatlantic steamship crossings were more common, shortening the westward journey to around two weeks. However, in reality, most immigrants still traveled on sailing ships called “packets,” a crossing lasting around 40-50 days.
–Manufacturing: due to the steam engine, factories were driving many out of age-old trades like shoemaking and blacksmithing
–Farming: there had been almost a decade of lean years of bad harvests and crop failure (potato rot).
–Religious persecution: the faith of the prince of a duchy dictated the religion of its citizens. The U.S.’s constitution, declaring freedom of religion, was irresistible, to Catholics in some regions, Protestants in others, and across the board, to Jews.
–In most of these German-speaking regions, a man was not permitted to marry if he did not have property, a living, or craft guild membership.
–In the south and west, rising population increased economic pressure.
–Shipping companies bringing tobacco and sugar and other goods from the Americas conducted marketing campaigns to fill their cargo holds with paying European passengers for the return voyage.
–In Europe, the citizens paid taxes to the princes, dukes and kings. In the U.S., there were no taxes.

Second, note that these immigrants listed are mainly from a certain area of the German-speaking regions. This data follows national trends. In Stanley Nadel’s Ph.D. thesis on New York City’s Kleindeutschland, he notes: “Despite the slight lull during the revolutionary years of 1848-1850, the rising wave of emigration after 1843 carried nearly one-and-a-half million Germans to the United States before it broke over the rocks of depression and civil war in America. … The U.S. Census report for 1850 gives us a good idea of the origins of this wave of immigrants. Two-thirds of the German born residents of the United States were from the states of south and west Germany. Another 15% can be assigned to the Prussian Rhineland, making for a majority of over 80%.” (p. 35)

In the eleventh hour

“Why is it,” I ask my thesis advisor, “that we find the most crucial information in the eleventh hour?”

“Consider it a gift,” he responds.

My eleventh-hour gift is the discovery of the book The Carriage Trade by Thomas A. Kinney. I found it when browsing the footnotes about German Wagon and Carriage-making in the web version of the Encyclopedia of Cleveland History. The book is an incredible overview of horse-drawn vehicles, the people who built them, how the old crafts of blacksmithing, woodworking, and wagon-making underwent a major transformation well before the automobile came along. Like manna in the desert, what a terrific resource.

And so, hand in hand with the dizzying excitement of new discoveries, the tension builds to GET MY THESIS DONE!

Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

In 1866, Irish Americans, part of an organization known as the Fenian Brotherhood, hailing from Cleveland and other U.S. cities, invaded Canada.

The following are just a few snippets in the Annals of Cleveland, a compilation of Cleveland newspaper reports.

1866 Irish moving against Canada, amassing at borders of Buffalo and Detroit, to fight against Great Britain. Led by Sweeny, called Fenianism.

June 7: “In accordance with instructions received from the attorney-general of the United States, the officers of the Fenian brotherhood in [Cleveland] were arrested yesterday by U.S. Marshall Earl Bill on charges of aiding and abetting violators of the neutrality laws of the United States. The officers arrested were: Thomas Lavan, Thomas S. Quinlan, and Phillip O’Neil. The headquarters on Seneca St. were seized, and the papers, orders, etc. were taken

June 12, 15,000 Irish men “Fenians” were amassed along Canadian border from Potsdam Junction and Malone to St. Albans. British troops that met him numbered twice his army, resulting in an utter rout. Speech by Colonel Roberts, Fenian president, at Weddell house on July 3.

Trial of Fenians in Toronto – Cleveland Leader [newspaper] advocates for pardon, says hanging will bring more attempted invasion.

Apparently, there were more invasions, on into the 1880s. For starters, read all about it here.

Cleveland and the Isle of Man

“Fun facts to know and tell.” From time to time, to get a feel for the residents of the City of Cleveland in 1850 and 1860, I have been paging through the U.S. Federal Censuses for those years. Predictably, there are plenty of people from the eastern states, from Germany and Ireland. But another place of origin that pops up frequently is “Isle of Man.”

I decided to investigate, and I didn’t have to look far. At the Genealogy Pages of Isle of Man I found a 100-year anniversary report that states the following: “at this time (1926) Cleveland is quoted as having the largest number of Manx people, and those descended from the Manx, of any place in the United States.”

A “Mona’s Relief Society” was even set up to help immigrants get on their feet once they arrived in town. The write-up on the Genealogy Pages indicates the first arrivals bought farmland in Warrensville. But the census indicates plenty of Isle of Man immigrants also resided in the city.

For various documents and information about the Ohio Manx population, click here.

The Robbers

by Theodor Hildebrandt in the Alte Nationalgalerie in Berlin

At last, I’ve read Schiller’s “Die Räuber” – “The Robbers” – (1780). I wonder if Theodor Hildebrandt was thinking of Schiller’s play when he painted this painting, “The Robber,” in 1829.)

“Die Räuber” was Friedrich Schiller’s first tragedy (and how!), performed in Mannheim in the late 18th century. When “Die Räuber” was first performed “the effect was said to have been so great that members of the audience embraced one another out of happiness, emotion, enthusiasm, incapable of resisting their rapture.” (Jacob Mueller, in Memories of a Forty-Eighter, p. 40)

Mueller claims “Die Räuber” was the first serious theater performed by German Americans in Cleveland, Ohio. The performance took place in 1852. Mueller states (somewhat superciliously):

“The American artistic taste of that day had not advanced much beyond minstrels and bare-back riding … In the social and political arena, in the courts and even on the pulpit, one could see splendid examples of dramatic and comic art, in all the simplicity of the manners then. It might have been the fear of competition which led many to see professional theater as something sinful which should not be allowed to establish itself.
“It hardly needs to be mentioned that there is no German tradition hostile to the theater, but if such had existed, it would have been silenced by a work as popular as “Die Räuber,” since young and old knew the play, or at least some of its interesting characters. … Those amateurs who were to play the roles of the robbers, including the Capuchin and pastor Moser, were like all disciples of drama in suffering both shortage of money and a chronic excess of thirst. This cost [the director] Stieger all the more because thirst raised its head at every rehearsal, demanding to be drowned by spirited means. When thirst was ignored during rehearsals, to save money, it was no good. Even by the second act the tongues of the actors seemed to stick to their gums …”

I had read this review before reading the play, so as I toured the theater exhibit at the Heimatsmuseum in Bad Dürkheim, I asked the curator about “Die Räuber.”

“It’s a difficult play,” I said, “for an amateur company to put on, isn’t it?”

Dr. Preuss smiled. “It was very often performed, but many theater companies felt Schiller’s original was too long, so they staged an … abbreviated version.”

In this politically subversive oeuvre, one brother betrays another, and the betrayed leads a gang of robbers to attack lords of manors who are robbing their subjects. As the book jacket of my Penguin Classic sums it up, “The Robbers” is “concerned with freedom: with man’s attempt to spread his wings and fly, to be the arbiter of his own destiny, even to change the world in accordance with his own designs.”

One of my favorite lines from the play, spoken by Moor: “The law has cramped the flight of eagles to a snail’s pace. The law never yet made a great man, but freedom will breed a giant, a colossus.”

How did the Clevelanders end their play? By singing a chorus of a song of the robbers: “Ein Freies Leben Führen wir” (We Lead a Life of Liberty) – a rousing rendition in which the audience joined in.

Jailhouse blues

I was browsing Cleveland’s 1850 Federal Census Record on Ancestry.com, and figured out the jailhouse business in those days was a Root family enterprise:

Elies Root, 64, male, born in Massachusetts (jailor)
Nancy Root, 58, female, born in Ohio
E.S. Root, 32, born in NY, Sheriff, Real Estate value $6,000, born in NY
Ralph R. Root, 26, male, Merchant, NY
Charles Root, 19, Clerk, NY
Bridget Lowe, 24, Ireland
John Smith, Deputy Sheriff, Ireland

Cuyahoga County Jail residents:
Mary Munson
Jacob Herrince, farmer, murder? money counterfeiting? illegible …
Horace Fleming, farmer, g. larceny
James Brown, farmer, g. larceny
John Appel, farmer, p. larceny
Alex Maddock, tailor (sailor?), stabbing
Philip Lehr, g. larceny
Wm Donnelly, arson
Patrick Flynn, p. larceny
Orrin Cobb, boatman, p. larceny


Amos Rike, farmer, larceny
Thomas Burns, saddler, assault and battery
Conrad Phalin, butcher, horse stealing
George King, farmer, larceny
John Lynch, farmer, larceny
James Knapp, farmer, horse stealing

Places of birth for all convicts? “Unknown.” I’ll bet these folks had no idea how long their crimes would stick with them.

Take every opportunity

I’ve been living and breathing this thesis 24/7, but yesterday I found myself in the UW Law Library waiting for Dave to do some research. The Gallagher Library is brand new, not smacking of history at all in its hi-tech computer stations and movable stacks.

On the way to the drinking fountain, I pass some ancient books, the leather bindings crumbling, and it occurs to me: I’m sitting on a history gold mine. What better way to learn how things were in a different century than to explore what their arguments were?

“Do you have any books of published cases that occurred in Cleveland, Ohio in the mid-nineteenth century?”

My question staggers the front desk guy (the ask-for-help desk doesn’t open for fifteen minutes) but we quickly find the Western Law Journal. Western? Well, yeah, in the mid-nineteenth century Ohio was west, the Great West, the Western Reserve.

Right away I get all kinds of good stuff. For example, from a self-defense murder plea in Cincinnati in 1843:
“The English doctrine, that a party assailed must flee as he can, before resisting, is not the law in this country.”

It seems two guys wanted the same turkey at a market stall. The 45-year-old drunk McCann got incensed when the vendor said the 20-year-old bar-keep Noble had first dibs on the turkey (McCann had seen it first, then left it to look at other stalls). McCann threw the turkey in the dirt, and then threw Noble in the gutter and pounded and kicked on him until Noble cried “Enough!” several times. McCann finally desisted, but as he was leaving, Noble picked up himself, and a rock, from the gutter, which rock Noble threw at the retreating McCann. McCann was hit in the head, his skull was fractured, and he was dead within minutes.

The cases read like stories, with authentic dialogue and turns of phrase. So if you’re writing historical fiction, don’t forget the law library.

Thanksgiving cockfights

I’m writing about the year 1857, in the month of November, and I suddenly wonder — was Thanksgiving celebrated on the fourth Thursday of the month?

A brief sojourn brought me to Infoplease, how Thanksgiving all began in 1621 in the Plymouth Colony. George Washington made it a state holiday in 1789, but each State set their own date for the Home Festival.

I browsed Cleveland 19th century newspapers, and discovered pre-Civil War journalists could scare up quite the cockfight, even over something as innocuous as Thanksgiving.
November 7, 1856, Issue 236, Col. B of The Daily Cleveland Herald (Cleveland, OH)
“Southern View of Thanksgiving in the Northern States”
“The Baltimore Sun, alluding to the fact that Thursday, November 20th, has been fixed upon by most of the Governors of the Northern States for the annual Thanksgiving, asks– “Where are the Governors of the States south of Maryland?” The inquiry provoked the following rather snappish reply from the Carolina Times:
“We are impressed that the Governors of the States south of Maryland are all at home and competent to decide for themselves when it will be proper to fix upon a day to offer up thanks to the Almighty for past blessings. The movement on the part of Northern Executives is no criterion for Southern men. We are subject to law, common and divine, and need

‘No bleeding bird nor bleeding beast,
Nor hysop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
To wash a dismal stain away.’

“It is meet and proper that the miserable sin-stricken, polluted, and ungodly population of the North should beg pardon for their black sins recorded, committed against God, their country and fellow-men. As a generation of vipers they ought to be warned to flee the wrath to come; yet we believe that the waters of Jordan, Abana, and Pharper, would fail to wash them and heal their leprosy, even though they were to dip seventy times seven. They have much to be forgiven for, and we would advise them to pray often–pray long and pray loud. Baltimore, especially, ought to be covered with sackcloth and ashes.”
Yikes!
-In 1857, Pennsylvania, New York, New Hampshire and Maryland all celebrated the “Home Festival of Thanksgiving” on the 26th of November. Maine celebrated it on the 19th of November (and I’m not sure what the southern States did).
– In 1863 in a Thanksgiving Proclamation, Abraham Lincoln named the fourth Thursday of November as the official national day.
Perhaps the writers of the Carolina Times had more to say on the subject, but I’ve got to stop researching trivia and get back to writing …

Hindsight and Foresight

My first post in 2011 finds me rummaging through my past on the precipice of my future.

2011 is the year I hope to graduate with an MFA in Creative Writing through the Whidbey Writers Workshop, a low-residency program on Whidbey Island.

I’ve written my way through two-thirds of my thesis, based on the life of my great-great-grandfather Michael Harm. Up until now, my protagonist has roamed the mid-nineteenth century Rhineland-Palatinate, a smidgeon of France, sailed the Atlantic Ocean, and arrived in the U.S. at New York City’s Castle Garden.

Now in 1857, as Michael prepares to arrive in Cleveland, Ohio, I’m revisiting my research from the two weeks I spent in Cleveland last April. One incredibly helpful resource is on-line, so I’m able to hop over there whenever I need to. It’s the Cleveland State University’s special collection about Cleveland history called The Cleveland Memory Project. The resources, especially the digital photos, are fabulous.

From a family album, my brother also recently sent me a photo I’d never seen before, of the employees of Michael’s Harm & Schuster carriage shop, circa the late 1870’s.

Pictured here, bottom row, left to right: Adam Crolly, Wm Walker, Fred Schuster, Michael Harm, W Paplotzki, Herman Butter (Butler?)
Only two of the men in the back row are identified: 4th from left: Anton Strom, 5th from left: Chas Schuster

Michael Harm and Fred Schuster were the business partners who owned Harm & Schuster Fine Carriages. But I’m also delighted to find my great-great-great-grandfather in the picture–Michael’s father-in-law Adam Crolly. A barrel maker (cooper) by trade, it seems in his 1870’s he went into carriage-making. Believe me, it’s all in the family. Fred Schuster was his other son-in-law. Chas Schuster must be a brother, or a cousin …

2011 is here. And so is 1857. Time to get busy writing.

Wandering nach Deutschland

One branch of my family, the Handrichs, first emigrated from the Rheinpfalz to Cleveland, Ohio in 1840. They’d come with the idea of buying farmland, but remained in Cleveland as barrelmakers and blacksmiths. In 1857, the Handrich’s grandson, Michael Harm, came to Cleveland and made a life for himself there as a carriage maker.

Watercolor by Clyde PattersonMichael Harm returned to his hometown of Freinsheim several times in the latter half of the 19th century. After he passed away in 1910, his descendants continued to write letters, but did not see each other in person. My grandmother corresponded with Anna and Helena, women she had never met in person.

My father, Clyde Patterson, painted this watercolor of Freinsheim when he first visited in 1949. He went back several times. Now I am preparing for a visit to Freinsheim to see family there. I am going for the Kulinarische Weinwanderung and to research my thesis. I can hardly wait.