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Bird migrations

When I visited the Ohio Historical Center in Columbus, one of the exhibits was called “Pioneer Ohio.”

It showed the varied habitats (wetlands, tall-grass prairies, hardwood forests) of early 19th century Ohio and how the arrival of European settlers changed the animal population. For example, the loss of the Passenger pigeon.

… once the most abundant bird in the world. In 1813 John James Audubon observed a continuous migration flight of these birds which darkened the sky for three days. Believed by many to be inexhaustible in numbers, Passenger pigeons were netted, clubbed, and even killed by cutting down roost and nest trees at night. Live captive birds, or ‘stool pigeons,’ were tied to stools or perches to decoy wild pigeons into shooting range. Passenger pigeons went from unbelievable abundance to extinction in less than 100 years.

The above write-up comes from the museum’s interpretive display. Here’s a link for more information on these amazing birds. In its collection, the museum has this stuffed Passenger pigeon, killed in 1900 on a farm in Ohio, believed to be the last documented wild Passenger pigeon. In 1914, the last captive Passenger pigeon, named “Martha,” died at the Cincinnati Zoo.

Phaeton — a gentleman’s buggy, and ancient myth

Here is a photo of my great-great-grandfather’s Harm & Schuster Carriage Works on Champlain St. in Cleveland, Ohio. (Champlain Street was located downtown where the Terminal Tower now stands.) Lined up in front of the shop are signature carriages of the day, of the Phaeton class. Phaetons came in a variety of sizes and suspension systems, designed for pleasure riding and competitive racing. Had you lived in Cleveland in the 1870’s, you might have seen gentlemen the likes of John D. Rockefeller Sr. (of Standard Oil) or Jeptha Wade (of Western Union Telegraph) riding down Euclid Avenue in one of these contraptions.

Here is a fashion plate of the Diamond Phaeton, found in the Coach-Makers’ International Journal (circa 1867), courtesy of the Archives/Library of the Ohio Historical Society in Columbus.

Below is an interpretive sign photographed at the Northwest Carriage Museum in Raymond, Washington, where there is a Spider Phaeton on display.

I don’t believe it

“While I’m in Cleveland, I want to drive up Woodland Avenue to see if the Harm & Schuster Carriageworks is still there,” I said to my brother last week on a visit to our hometown.

“No way,” Craig said. “I don’t believe it. It can’t still be there.”

But you never can tell about Cleveland. All those battered, coal-smoked buildings, overlooked by modern-day standards, trace back to a vibrant era of history. When my great-great-grandfather’s carriageworks moved from Champlain Street around 1880, Harm & Schuster was relocated to 811 & 813 Woodland Avenue. The address today would be 50th & Woodland. Since the street names have long since been converted to numbers, I used an 1887 Sanborn Fire Insurance map to determine that 50th was once Beech Street. In addition, I compared satellite images to the Sanborn maps.

And so, hoping against hope, I dragged my family to where I believe Harm & Schuster Carriages and Wagon Manufacturers once stood, and lookee here. Designed by Theo. Rosenberg, architect, historic records indicate the manufactory was one of the most fire-safe buildings of its time. This furniture store stands at the exact same location, and, quite possibly, is the exact same building.

Learning to love (and understand) horse-drawn carriages

In a letter written in 1850 from Cleveland, Ohio, Johann Rapparlie described his Smith and Wagon Shop at the corner of Michigan and Seneca, rebuilt after a fire.

I have sure built everything out of brick, with the blacksmith and wagonbuilder work spaces in a building 60 foot long 24 wide 2 ½ stories high. Above are workplaces for the lacquerer and saddlemaker.

At first, my 21st-century mindset had difficulty making sense of the terms “lacquerer and saddlemaker.” A visit to the Northwest Carriage Museum in Raymond, Washington clued me in that a lacquerer was a painter. Paint applications on carriages were finished off with several hard, glossy coats of lacquer, or varnish.

Saddlemaker conjured images of horse saddles, until I realized it was an old-fashioned term for a “trimmer” or “upholsterer.” Here is a picture of some damn fine carriage upholstery, in a C-spring Victoria carriage also on display at the Northwest Carriage Museum.

(double-click on either image to enlarge)

Lincoln’s Champion

The movie marquis reads “Lincoln’s Lawyer.”

“Is that about the Lincoln-Douglas campaign?” I ask a friend.

“No, it’s Matthew McConaughey living out of his Lincoln.”

Oh. My mind keeps traipsing to the 19th century. I am currently reading the (abridged) Autobiography of Carl Schurz: Lincoln’s Champion and Friend. Ever heard of Carl Schurz? He was a German who grew up near Cologne. In 1849, Schurz was a leader in the freedom fighter movement for democracy. When the Prussians took Rastatt, which Schurz was defending, he escaped execution through the town’s brick-and-masonry sewer system. A year later, in disguise, Schurz went to Berlin to successfully break his friend, the political prisoner Kinkel, out of jail.

A few years later Schurz made his way to Wisconsion and became “perhaps the most consistent champion of liberal causes in the country.” What liberal causes? He fought for civil rights and rights of the immigrant. For the abolition of slavery. To protect U.S. lands from being plundered for timber and minerals by powerful corporations. For fair treatment of the Indian. For governmental reform, first in Europe, then in the U.S.

In the introduction (written by Allan Nevin) to the Schurz autobiography, Schurz’s role in the Lincoln campaign is described thus:
“So modest is [Schurz’s] account of himself that a reader might not realize that his unwearied stump-speaking for Lincoln, both in German and English, had much to do with the decisiveness of the Republican victory in the Northwest.” (In those days, the “Northwest” meant states like Ohio, Indiana, Illinois and Wisconsin.)

Cleveland’s Jacob Mueller and his compatriots, men exiled from Germany for their role in the 1848 Revolution for democracy, were instrumental in the forming of the Republican party in the mid-1850s. My research reveals an enthusiastic German following in the Lincoln campaign. The German newspapers in Cleveland and Cincinnati are packed with pro-Lincoln editorials, and heady glee at his 1860 victory. It seems the immigrant vote swayed the tide with Lincoln, which brought slavery to an end. And so 160 years later, our president is Barack Obama.

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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.

If your ancestors landed in New York

I am taking a Genealogy class through South Seattle Community College. Friday mornings, Sarah Thorson Little leads us through the growing on-line databases of documentation that might lead us to learn more about our ancestors. In a recent exercise, she was showing us what she had learned about a class member’s ancestors, how the wife and son had arrived ahead of the husband, and taken up residence on Baxter Street in New York City.

The mention of Baxter Street instantly brought to mind the infamous Five Points. I had just been reading Tyler Anbinder’s book, Five Points: The 19th-Century New York City Neighborhood That Invented Tap Dance, Stole Elections, and Became the World’s Most Notorious Slum. An eye-popping, thorough resource for anyone studying the era.

In ye olde Manhattan, the Five Points neighborhood was once Collect Pond, but by the mid-nineteenth century, the pond had been filled in and the tenements rose as high as seven stories. It featured boarding houses in basements consisting of human beings lying side by side on stacked shelves, rampant alcoholism and prostitution, street filth and overused outhouses that stunk to high heaven. Oddly, it was also a tourist stop for the wealthy and famous. Police men led well-to-do citizens in groups among the tattered, alcoholic, and downtrodden. And the Five Points was the home of riots: in the 1830s, when African Americans suffered at the hands of an angry mob, and in 1857, when Irish gangs fought in the streets.

Anbinder’s book provides maps that show the concentrations of racial and ethnic groups in the Five Points District. Here’s the breakdown, lifted from Anbinder’s map:
Mulberry Street – Irish
Baxter Street north of Park Street – predominantly Irish
Baxter street south of Park – Jewish
Baxter Street on the west side, closest to the Mission/Worth Triangle – African American
Mission Place (aka “Cow Bay”) – African American
Park Street, north side between Mott and Baxter – African American
Centre Street, east side between Leonard and Worth – Jewish and Christian Germans
Mott Street, west side – Irish
Mott Street, east side – Jewish and Christian Germans
Elizabeth Street – Christian Germans

The Five Points were in NYC’s 6th and 4th Wards. Just to the north and east, in Wards 10, 11, 13 and 17, was an area known as Kleindeutschland (little Germany). To the outsiders, the English-speaking yankees, it was known as “Dutchtown” (dutch being a bastardization of “deutsch.”) According to a 1981 thesis by Stanley Nadel, “German New York was the first of the great urban foreign language speaking communities in the United States, growing from thirty-three thousand people in 1845 to over three hundred-fifty thousand in 1880.” Further, “Between 1855 and 1880, Vienna and Berlin were the only cities with a larger German population than New York.”

So if your ancestors landed in New York, chances are their first impression of America was via the Five Points or Kleindeutschland.

A map would help

I begin the story of my great-great grandfather Michael Harm in 1848, when he lived in Freinsheim, Germany in the Rhineland-Palatinate. (Back then, Germany was not yet Germany — it was still broken up into smaller nation-states.)

Among my writing friends who have read the first chapter, “A map would help” is a common refrain. So I set to work and browsed around the Internet, and came up empty-handed, until it occurred to me to contact my cartographer friend John Loacker.

He recommended two great options. The Kroll Antique Map Company, and the U.S. Library of Congress.

I found this map in the Library of Congress and got so excited. It’s published in 1853, just four years before Michael Harm emigrated. Called “Auswanderer-karte und Wegweiler nach Nordamerika,” it was published specifically for craftsmen and farmers emigrating from Europe to North America. It lists destinations and costs. I had to send off $22.50 to the Library of Congress to get it on CD, but wow!