Thursday, August 22, 2019

Bill Deck's  Memories 

Remembrances:
  So, the trip is over and I first of all realized “How Lucky We All Are to be a descendant of the Herrold Family”.  I have always said that one never knows how well you have it until you know from Whence  You Came.  This trip provided that information.  I can say that we all owe our ancestors a big thank you for giving up all and coming to this country to start anew.  Hands down they risked all to build a life for their kids.  Each intern risking their current life for a potentially better life as the West was settled.  No one thinks of the West as being Pennsylvania or Ohio but it was. Next to Stoffel’s grave was the grave of an 11 year old who was killed and scalped by the Indians.

Nelsonville, Ohio is Appalachia and is still struggling to make it.  But, they built a new life with their hands, sweat,  and  brains - a place for themselves and others in a Virgin Territory.  That is the foundation of our DNA and how the Herrolds raised each of us.  I am very proud to say that I am a Herrold descendant.

One, I do have the Unabridged dictionary and can open it.  I remember Grandma opening it hand showing me the pictures of birds and animals.  Later in life I had to learn words from it.  Grandpa saw to that.

Two, I doubt many remember it Grandpa had a room down the basement of the Indianola house that he would provide free of charge to a minority student attending OSU.  They in turn would help him with the maintenance on the house.

Three,  I had the first big wheel.  Grandpa took my trike to someone and had it chopped and a box seat was put on it and I would ride it down the hill on Indianola.  I also had a roller skate scoter with an apple crate nailed to the board and small board for handles.

Four,  No one has talked about the Dog House.  The Dog House was in the basement of the white house with a Daybed, Grandpa’s and his bother’s ROTC picture from OSU, the gingerbread clock that Mike now has.  Grandpa told me after I got married “ Make sure you have a Dog House”, a place to go when the women are upset.  Mine is now called the bunker.

Five,  June I am glad you have that Green Chair  - I think I spent an equal amount of time in it.

Six, Canning I helped Grandma with her canning -  in the fall we could can everything from jelly, beans, apples and pickles.  She had shelves in the basement that Grandpa built that held about 150 glass jars.

Seven, Mike there was a time when Grandpa was lighting the BBQ.  He used Kerosene.  Grandma told him to use wax or paper to start the charcoal but no he did it his way.  Thus, when he lit the charcoal, it exploded and burned off his eyebrows and singed his hair.

Eight, the Indianola house was huge and needed lots of work.  So one day grandpa was painting the third floor exterior walls.  I was on the front porch playing.  All of a sudden he stopped what he was doing and slowly came down the ladder.  He yelled to grandma – Mabel I am having a heart attack.  An ambulance came and took him to the hospital.

Nine, Left over piecrust was rolled out and coated with butter and cinnamon sugar and backed as a treat for me because I helped her bake.

Not that I am successful by means but Grandma and Grandpa and Aunt Donna watched over me when Mom was working two jobs to make ends meet.  The proved Love, Discipline, Education on being independent and resourceful.  I wish that we all could have lived closer together and been even a closer family.  But, I will take what I had.

Monday, August 19, 2019






We are all part of this great human flow.

Surviving one great challenge after another.

Their story is part of our story.


Our story is part of the stories of those who 
come after us...........

Saturday, August 17, 2019

Here is the generational relationship of the Horoldt/Harrold/Herrold ancestors and the three traveling cousins.  We are so thankful that our other cousins, our children, the cousins' children and friends made this journey with us via the blog, phone calls, emails and txts.  It's been wonderful!!!



Friday, August 9, 2019

Tag Neun.                They Haven't Thrown Me
                                        Out of the Car Yet

I am so greatful for the opportunity to spend a remarkable week with my big brother, who mentioned over a beer this was a chance to get to know me. I didn't realize I was a mystery because I have always known exactly who my brother Bill is. He is the kid in the coonskin cap and the brave warrior. Bill is that guy that brags about his children, their spouses and his grandchildren. All are loved and respected for who they are. Bill glows when he talks about Helen, his love forever.
Travelling with my brother requires vigilance however because he is often found trailing behind us, shaking the hand of a fellow vet, another brother......

Steven Quam, a Viking type, who I can make laugh by NOT trying to be funny or annoying while still feeling like I am annoying. He is an example of calm dignity and can tell one heck of a good firefighter story across the diner table and we ate in a lot of diners. A life of service. Glad you my cousin.

Teri Ann, I love you so much. We all, all of us now reading these entries, all our ancestors that came before us and laid the trail for us and all of us that will follow, owe you so very much for putting random ideas into a successful adventure. You have organized and documented and brought life to The Herrold Story.
You are a master at colorcoding. Please colorcode my life.

Honorable Mention: Thank you to Marc, who held down the fort while I was adventuring.

                                     Great Blessings!


Thursday, August 8, 2019

Stirring up the memories.........sharing the stories:

Teri: I always thought the little white house was big.  My memories are snippits. Lorrie and I playing in the dark basement under the stairs, grandma taking out her teeth, succutash, rolling down the big hill, the stone grill, the big dictionary, white soft minty candy in the candy dish, and grandpa's big hands.

Judy: I remember the wide staircase at the Indianola House.

          The big house had the buzzer in the dining room floor. 

          The staircase seemed huge to me especially when Grandma had me sit on it for discipline. I was probably 2. 

           I remember the large dictionary at the top of the stairs. 

           I remember the little cottage and the backyard that went down hill. 

           I don’t remember the farm everyone talks about. 

           I remember Hideaway Hills. 

           I remember Bobbie and I would spend time together during the summer at each other’s houses.  
           We spent holidays with family. 

           I remember Grandma & Grandpa's Golden Anniversary of course. 

Carol: I remember grandma sitting me on the bottom step of the stairs because I was too bossy.

            I remember the farm and grandma's pet chicken.

            Mom (Dottie) made Judy and me matching dresses (turquoise with big lace collars) for Aunt Donna and Uncle Dave's wedding.

            Uncle Dave painted the side walls of the tires on his car white. I wonder if their is a photo of that car?

            Grandma taught me how to do embroidery. The sampler I made is in my granddaughter Delaney's room.

            Grandma also got me interested in playing piano. (Hoping Delaney will be interested)

            I remember when Uncle Norm was "courting" Aunt Ellen and he would play the grand piano in the living room of the boarding house on Indianola.

            The Indianola house had such neat back stairs out of the kitchen.  And we found the buzzer underneath the dining room table. I guess it was for a former hostess to signal the kitchen that people were ready to eat.

            I remember grandpa's big dictionary on a stand. I never could get it open.

            I remember when grandpa built the stone barbeque grill in the backyard of the little white house.....the house with the big hill in the backyard.

            I remember when a jet engine fell off a plane and landed in either grandma & grandpa's yard or a nearby neighbors.

            I remember grandpa's "doghouse" in the basement.

Mike:  There are obviously so many memories growing up with Grandma and Grandpa, mom & dad, my sister, aunts and uncles, cousins, etc.  It’s hard to know where to begin.  So these will probably be pretty much just random thoughts as they pop in and out of my head.   

            Some of my earliest memories about Grandma and Grandpa pretty much center around family gatherings, particularly in their home.  We used to have many great family dinners on the patio behind the house.  Grandma knew that I didn’t care for raisins, (an understatement), but she made and apple cobbler which I ate heartily. When I had finished, Grandma told me that it had raisins in it.  I immediately got sick to my stomach.  Don’t tell a little boy too much!. 


             I remember that we always had grape jelly in our house.  G & G would make jars and jars of it out of Welch’s grape juice.  There was also always candy in the candy dish.  Bill and I would sometimes spend the night at G & G’s and would usually play army men.  Bill always had the best metal Tonka Army vehicles.  They were awesome.  They just don’t make toys like that anymore.  We would sleep on the sofa’s in the living room.  Always a great time! 

             If there was a piano around, then there was always Uncle Norm playing and the sisters singing.  They were actually quite talented!.  I remember when a fuel tank from a plane, dropped in the middle of G & G’s back yard.  Close Call, just a another few feet and it would have come through the house.  Grandpa was very ingenious.  He built a work shed out of cinder block and put a grill and a bench on top, so that it was easy to sit there, watch your hamburger being cooked and served, all within just a couple of feet.

             Grandpa used to make whistles out of the willow tree at the back of his house.  I used to remember how to do it, but can’t any more.  They were really cool!

             Family Christmases were always memorable.  I can remember one Christmas where I slept under the dining room table at Indianola, and of course the famous dart game that in Uncle Charlies basement where a dart hit the water pipe.  

              I remember the dinners on Yorkshire Rd., and Uncle Norm’s jokes.  Eating marbles from the marble cake that Aunt Ellen told him came from the fishbowl.  Cutting off Bill’s tie to make it even.   Playing Chess with Uncle Norm.   He never let me win.  It took me several years to finally notch a win.   Blowing soup all over Aunt Ellen’s wallpaper because Uncle Norm told me to blow harder. 

              I remember one Katzenbach Herrold family reunion that was held at a park.  I was very young, so I don’t really remember much more than that I was there. 

              Bill and I used to love lighting off fireworks.  He was ingenious enough to take a pipe and turn it into a cannon.  We aimed at a bird and came much to close to hitting it.  Scared me to death!

              I remember rooting for Ohio State, and thinking that Michigan was just evil.  Now I root for the Dawgs, and hate Alabama. 

              There was the time that I pulled the china closet over on  myself, miraculously I wasn’t hurt.  I was in the only section that didn’t have china.

               Upper Arlington Football Games and marching to the game in the band. Script Bears,  and losing to Waterson on television.  Just didn’t think that was possible, but then we won the state championship game in Massilon a few years later. 

June:      Grandma & Grandpa took care of me while my Mother worked.  I have distinct memories of their house in Arlington with gazing ball in the front yard.

               I remember Uncle David, back from France after the war would come over and play the piano and speak French to me very fast.  Aunt Donna was a bobby-socker.  I remember her in the obligatory twin set, pleated skirt, bobby-socks & saddle shoes. I don't remember the standard pearls but she probably wore them.

              There was also the little green chair where I spent what would now be called time-outs.

              According to my mother, Grandpa was sent to Omaha by the government when there was an out break of hoof & mouth disease. He meet Great-grandpa Ingrham who was also a vet and through him, grandma. Grandpa may even have been staying with him, but I am not sure about that. They were "courting" & grandpa got his next assignment. 

              Grandpa rented one of the few cars in Omaha.  He took out out to get the feel with his brother Charlie.  Charlie told him -You better shut her down Will.  Your up to 15mph.

              Grandpa always joked that her had married her even though she hadn't even combed her hair.  Grandma wore her long hair in the fashionable style called a turban.  Her mother would comb out and redo it. She would do Grandma's one day and here sister Josephine the next.  One the day they planned to elope, it was Josephine's turn and Josephine refused to trade days. They got married & said nothing.  

              After they were married they returned home.Grandma & Josephine would borrow each others clothes. A few days later Grandma told her she needed her black stockings back because she was going with Will.  Josephine was stunned. " You don't mean your MARRIED!"  That's how it finally came out.

              I believe they went to Ohio and Aunt Dottie was born.  A few years later they were back in Omaha where my mother was born.  She was christened Marjorie Mae, but since they had expected a boy, she was always called Johnnie.  My mother was"sickly" and not doing well.  Grandma, who was a pharmacist,  mixed up a formula based on barley water to bring her through.  My mother was a tomboy, always climbing trees & hanging upside down.  In a effort to make her more "lady-like" Grandma bought her black satin underpants hoping the embarrassment would keep her upright. Didn't really work.

              In Virginia, grandpa keep chickens.  One of the chicks was sick.  Grandma brought it into the house to nurse it through.  They called it "chicken little" and, according to my mother, Grandma even had it paper trained.

             They were always moving due to Grandpa;s job.  My mother said she went to 10 different schools

             The house in VA had a walk-in pantry with a drop latch. One day I closed the door when Grandma was inside.  We were alone & I was too small to reach the latch.  Grandma enticed me to go get the little green chair to stand on to let her out which I finally did.  The little green chair was where I had to spent what are now known a time-outs.  Grandma gave it to me one time I was in Ohio.  She said I probably spent the most time sitting in it.  I have pictures of Greg as a toddler sitting in it. 

             Grandpa was a farm boy but that wasn't for him.  He asked his brother Charlie to help sent him to college.  Then he would help Charlie & they both would do the same for their sister.  I believe they did.  I know Charlie was a vet also.  I don't know about their sister. 


             I know that Grandpa taught school in a one room schoolhouse for a while.  He said he still had to take some remedial courses when he went to college.  


             The things I remember about Grandpa were his big hands with the cats eye ring he always wore and that he always had the unabridged dictionary on its stand.  I believe Bill has them now.

             Aside from the house in Arlington, I remember the brick house on Indianola with the button under the dining room table that rang a bell in the kitchen to call the servants. 


            Grandma always said that she like their last little house because it was the only one she got to pick.  When Grandpa got a new assignment, he would go on ahead & find a house for them. Then Grandma would follow with the girls.  My mother remembers 4 days on the train to go to California. Grandpa rented a sleeping car room for them.  The girls had fun.  I bet Grandma was more thrilled to get off.
            My mother married Edward when I was 3 or 4 and we moved to NY.  My memories after that are of the visits when we all got together in Ohio.

Lorrie: I remember Mom and Dad dropping me off @ Grandpa and Grandma's to stay the night. I would sleep in the back room under the Notre Dame window picture. I tried to be very quiet while Grandpa would sit in his chair (I don't remember where Grandma sat) and watch The Lawrence Welk Show when I was sure absolutely everyone else was watching Gilligan's Island. 

            Teri and I would look for ghosts in the Thames basement by walking around to the furnace room and say Mary Margaret three times in a mirror but she would never appear.  We also played with a very old box of crayons that Bill probably played with too. 

             Teri and I made gifts for Grandma with our plaster cast set of praying hands and Jesus and would paint them gold. We must have made dozens...

              I loved Grandpa's blue violin candy dish with butterscotch candy, his licorice smell when eating his black lozenges, and the burning smell when he incinerated trash in his backyard.

             Grandma always made tapioca when I was ill which seemed very often and she always called when Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom was on tele. Grandma had this porcelain spice rack where the little shaker drawers had porcelain knobs that looked like spices, like a nutmeg.

             I played Tiddley Winks and Pick-up-sticks at their kitchen table. Grandma had a singing  button on a string that I couldn't get to sing and she would like show me her Pansies along the side of the house.

All my older cousins were beautiful and elegant. 

             One of my greatest blessings was having Aunt Donna and Uncle Dave in my life. With them I felt loved and welcomed. Uncle David always had a story and that smile-and-chuckle and according to my parents, was always famously late. When Michael gave Uncle Dave's eulogy, I found out why. Uncle David was Mr. Friendly.

             At 22, when I had finally saved enough money, Uncle David drove me around to pick out my first car.  He really wanted me to get the Maverick but I went against  advise and bought The Chevy Chevette (it had a hatchback) and yet Uncle David still loved me.  Uncle David and I went scuba diving with Manatees at Crystal River. 

             When I was having lunch at Aunt Donna's house, Aunt Donna would be on the phone calling Teri "Gwendolyn" and Michael "Clyde" so that people must have thought she had four kids. There were always good sandwiches and her angel food cake had colorful dots inside. I spent years trying to make angel food cake with colorful dots inside like my Aunt Donna's and before she passed away Aunt Donna told me her secret. She bought it at Tom Tarpy's.

              I knew in my heart Michael was a Beach Boy. Dad would laugh and laugh telling me about his jokes with his straight man, Michael: the soup, the marble cake with marbles and something about a goldfish...

             Teri Ann was so dang cute (and still is) and always seemed to have purpose and a forward direction when I, as the older one by six months, was a dork. I am a little less dorky now I think.









Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Day 9:

Our Final Day Together

This morning we gathered around the coffee table sharing stories and reflecting on our adventure.......feeling blessed for this opportunity.

Out the door by 8 am, we headed to Columbus.

Bill, Carol, June and Judy frequently tell stories about grandma and grandpa's house on Indianola by OSU campus. Lorrie and I were never there as children. By the time we were born grandma and grandpa lived in the little white house with the big backyard.  So...We decided to go see the Indianola house.  Bill was full of stories and talked about what was different on the house back then.  Since we parked next door at the school and the school was opened, Bill wanted to see his old kindergarten and first grade rooms. (He admitted that he was one of those boys who would jump off the desk). Don't tell his kids and grandkids that! HA!







Then we went to the National Veterans Memorial Museum, which recently opened. The first thing we noticed was that the French and Indian War was not represented. (Yes, we understand that America, as a country didn't exist yet). I believe it stood out for us because we had just finished our adventure and knew our ancestors had been veterans of that war too. The memorial was  emotionally moving.   As you walk through the galleries you experience a flow of: awe, loss, tragedy, honor and pride. Many reminders of the sacrifices made to protect the gifts of this country.  It was a privilege to see Bill and other veterans greet one another and share a story or two.






Thank you to our family of Veterans:


  • George "Stophel" Horoldt/Harrold - French & Indian War, Revolutionary War
  • Johannes " John" Harrold - Revolutionary War
  • William C. Herrold - Civil War
  • Norman Deck, husband of Ellen Herrold Deck - WWII
  • David Sleeth, husband of Donna Herrold Sleeth - WWII
  • Bill Deck, grandson of William Clyde Herrold - Vietnam
  • Candi Ostot, granddaughter of William Clyde Herrold - Vietnam
  • Stephen Deck, great -grandson of William Clyde Herrold - Iraq




Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Day 8:
Our final day in Athens/Nelsonville

Today we are a little weary from our many days of travel but anxious to visit "Martha's Hosue.  As you recall, when Christopher died Martha married Silas Bingham.  Silas had been a successful military man and well known in the area. Their home, now called "The Silas Bingham House" , has been restored and placed on the Ohio University campus.




Because the house is used as a welcome center, we were able to walk in and walk around. They had a book about Silas Bingham from the Bingham family. We put a copy of Martha 's ancestry page and a copy of a story about her marriage to Silas in the book.  Although the furniture and items were not original family pieces, many were of the period.







We decided not to visit the Culter Building on the University campus because it wasn't the original. The original building was built in the 1800's and was the first building on the campus. Our 3 times great-grandfather, Martha's husband Christopher, provided the lumber for the building. 

So instead we went to the Registrar 's office to investigate about land contracts. We know that Christopher J. (our great grandfather), sold his land adjacent to William C. and moved to Nelsonville to work the Poston farm. The plan was to eventually get a better farm of his own.  Grandpa's writing shares memories of life as a kid on the Poston farm.  At the Registrar we found records of Christopher (3 times grandfather) buying and selling land.  We have to contact Hocking county and Nelsonville Library to search for properties of Christopher J. Herrold.


Next we stopped at the White 's Mill. This mill was originally owned by Christopher Herrold who passed it to his son, Joseph Herrold (William C.'s older brother).  i believe that our stories state that William C. helped out at his brother's mill growing up.
The store keeper at the mill was very nice and showed us around, telling us about the equipment they had on display that was originally the Herrolds.



This is a picture of the original Herrold Mill. It did not have a wheel, but used a system similar to a lock (with doors that opened for the flow of water). Mr. White owned the mill when it burned (accident from the grain dust). The items below were saved.

Mill (the mill stone is inside) 
We believe Christopher and Martha brought this with them on their Pioneer journey.

Grinder (for refining the flour)


From the mill, we headed north on Plains Rd. to Porter Ln.  At this intersection the land forms a triangle. This land was owned by William C Herrold. Christopher inherited one acre of this land. Our grandfather was born in the new house soon after it was built.  We did not see any remnants.

At some point, William C. moved to Amesville and had his own mill.

After a few hours of rest at the 1850 house, we decided to take a ride through Union Furnace and over to HideAway Hills. (Bill & Lorrie's parents had an A-Frame cottage in HideAway Hills when we were all growing up).  Union Furnace is a depressed township much like Haydenville.  Nothing that look like houses or farmland which matched our pictures.
The drive to HideAway Hills was full of reminiscing about our childhood experiences.  Many stories and many laughs!!  The HideAway Hills security guy wouldn't let us drive up by the house.....disappointing.

Reflection: We all agree that this has been an amazing adventure!!!.
We have grown closer to our ancestors, recognized their strengths & qualities.....including those we have in common with them and learned more about each other.  We are blessed to have had this time together.


Monday, August 5, 2019

Tag Acht.          William and Mabel Herrold
                                      Our Grandparents
                                            Thank you
                                          Newlyweds
Writing about Grandpa and Grandma is a challenge for me because the Grandparents I knew, the very large white haired man who was a bit scarey and who commanded repect and the small, kind white haired lady who made me tapioca when I was ill (with a marchino cherry), were part of their little house on Thames Drive. I never knew them as my older cousins did.

I don't have the stories like Bill and Carol do: The rides to picnics or to the farms where Grandpa grew up or being doctored by a veterinarian and 1909 pharmacist (ask Bill about the upholstry needle).

Preserving and documenting memories are why we started this adventure but it turned into so much more as we found how remarkable and strong (though they probably wouldn't think of themselves as such) our ancestors were.

Reading 'The Ups and Downs of One Very Ordinary Earth Being' really touches my heart. Though Grandpa only covered 9 years, the essence of this family is on those pages. Grandpa grew up exceptionally poor. Bill said Grandpa used to say his family went from Dirt Poor to Poor, yet no whiners in this bunch. The older I get, the more I recognize how truly exceptional Grandpa and Grandma were. No whiners in this bunch. They only expected of others what they expected of themselves.  Bill said they were giving. They and Aunt Donna took care of Bill when mom was working two jobs and Bill says he knew love and family because of them. They were good people.

William Clyde was born 1881 and died 1973, older brother was Charles Hoyt and younger sister Grace May. Though unable to complete school themselves, Christopher and Louise placed high value on education. Grace (Lazalear) became a teacher and the veterinarians, Will and Charles, alternated working and studying to put themselves through Veterinary school. Bill said they cut ice from a lake and sold it to fraternities to make money. Aunt Donna said all Grace wanted was the same opportunities her brothers had at education.
When Grandpa become a government meat inspector he was sent to Omaha where the locals aparently didn't take kindly to the Feds checking their meat packing.  He stayed in a home that happened to be Mabel Frances Inghram's home. The way Bill tells it is that as a meat inspector, Grandpa was not well liked but apoarently Mabel felt differently. They eloped. The above photo is taken in a rooming-house the day after they married.

Grandma was exceptional. Mabel graduated from Creighton College with a degree in pharmacy, a rarity.
  Bill and I have been talking about Grandma and he said she was strong in personality, what I consider the hub, the center anchor of the family. I never got to know her, share my gardens or my canning recipes. I remember her talking about pansies purple and white.
Mabel Frances, one of 5 Inghram kids, b. 1891 d.1973., raised four beautiful daughters, The Herrold Girls, which I consider a challenging for any mother.

Bill described their lives as God fearing and giving. They tithed. They helped establish three churches with Grandpa paying the ministers saleries. They established a charity to assist people with physical disabilities. Along they way Bill told me about Grandpa and Grandma giving room and board to help students, often people of color, make it through college. I remember Mom describing Grandma feeding people during the Depression, people had marked the sidewalk in front of the house.


Grandpa passed away after developing gangrene in his leg due to diabetes. Grandpa refused to lose his legs as his diabetic brother had previously,  and died in a Columbus hospital. As a kid, I remember seeing him there. Grandma died almost to the day, three months later. They are buried together at Greenlawn Cemetary in Nelsonville near Granpa's parents, Christopher and Louisa Herrold, over by the Mausoleum where Charles lay.



                   Greenlawn Cemetary, Nelsonville, Ohio

Tag Sieben part two: Christopher Jefferson Herrold
                                       Lousia Katzenbach
                                       Our Great Grandparents
                              "Poor financially but rich in pride"
Seventh child of WC and Sarah, raised on a farm.  Bill's recollection of his Great grandparents is at the Katzenbach reunion among lots of people when he was 5 or 6 and only focused on the food.
Louisa's parents Jakob
Information about life with this couple comes from Grandpa's autobiography: The Ups and Downs of One Very Ordinary Earth Being. He is hard to write about because they are simply a mystery.
Christopher, born 1855 d. 1942, had health problems and he was just not a successful farmer. He could not get ahead in farming, things just didn't go his way and yet he raised and made sure his three children were educated.
Grandpa Herrold said his parents were poor financially but rich in personal and family pride and ambition to better their childrens lives. "His father was unlettered but not incompetent" and his mother only had a third grade education because she had to work. Louisa was born 1818, died 1935. They had three hard working and successful children: Charles Hoyt, William Clyde and Gracie May.
After working for his father for 21 years for no pay Christopher inherited one acre in the NW corner of his Dad's farm which he sold to buy his own land. To save, he worked sharecropping the neighboring Poston farm by the Union Canal lock.
              Bill and Teri looking at Poston land by lock 19
Lock 19 is now a park and Bill Deck remembers driving from Columbus to Nelsonville for a picnic with Grandpa and Grandma Mabel where Grandpa showed Bill how to open the wooden lock doors. Bill said Grandpa told him he lived nearby. Christopher finally bought some farmland of his own. Went to records however we could not find any of Christopher and Louisa's houses.
After Louisa's death in 1935, his obituary states Christopher went to live with Grace Lazalear in Athens.

Day 7:

Today was a cemetery day. We went to 4 cemeteries.  I'm not going to talk about them in the order that we went but rather in the order of generations.....So we can keep all the information linear(ish). The 4th cemetery was a surprise.

As mentioned on day 3, when we got to (our 6 times great grandfather) Georg Christoph Horoldt's grave we did a libation ceremony to honor him. We have continued this practice at each cemetery. Here is the description of libation:
 "We gather to celebrate the unbroken chain between the past,
the present and the future; our ancesters, ourselves and those
unborn. Libation is as old as religious ritual itself, and in fact
was practiced in both the New Testament and the Hebrew Bible.

As the person leading the libation calls the name of an ancestor,
those present affirm that name by saying "Ase" (I-Shay)
and at that time, a little water is poured out either in a living plant
or on the ground. Libation is created to thank our God for those
ANCESTORS who have blessed hu-manity. 

Death alone does not make one an ancestor. You must have
lived life in such a way that you blessed and impacted those
you met in a positive way. Libation honors those who left 
humanity better than they found it. (because of theirs lives we 
have better lives and/or qualities of character)




Hocking  Cemetery also known as The Plains Cemetery:
All the records state that Christopher and Martha are buried here.  We walked all over, determined that the oldest graves were on the lower section. Many graves were unreadable and/or fallen over.  We found a few graves in the bushes basically sliding down the hill into the creek. They too were unreadable. Steve found one Herrold stone but that person died at 29.  We decided to believe they were there somewhere and said our blessing. (I will be following up with the Plains Cemetery people to get a better sense of where the plot is located).  Note: Bill thought he might have been here as a kid but something didn't seem right.



Union Cemetery sometimes known as West Union Cemetery in Athens, Ohio
This is the site for William C. Herrold, Martha & Christopher 's youngest child. William was 3 years old when his father died. Soon after, Martha married Silas Bigham.  Silas was influential in William's life as well as William's older brother Joseph Herrold. Martha and Silas had one son together, Hiram Bigham.  William's tombstone is the slanted one that is close. Notice that it is missing a flag and veteran marker. William served in the civil war.  (More follow up work......I will have to FIND the person in charge so that William can have recognition).





Character Qualities of William C.
  • Resilience
  • Determination
  • Supportive


Greenland Cemetery, Athen ,Ohio
Next we visited Great-grandpa and Great-grandma (Christopher & Louisa Herrold) AND grandpa (William Clyde Herrold) and grandma (Mable Ingrham Herrold) burial sites. They are buried by each other. Finally an easy one to find!!
Bill remembers coming here....maybe when Charles died (grandpa's brother) and then when grandma died.  Bill escorted grandma's casket at the service. I only remember these tombstones from pictures my parents took when they visited.



Christopher Herrold and Louisa Katzenbach Herrold

Character qualities:
  • Persistence
  • Hardy
  • Believers in education


Sorry that these are upside down, just can't fix on my pad.

William Clyde Herrold

Mable Francis Ingrham Herrold

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Qualities of William and Mabel that they imparted to us:
  • Love
  • Generosity
  • Responsibility
  • Faith ( "God fearing)
  • Role models
  • Education and learning




After tramping around through lots of wet grass, we had brunch at Gigi's Diner then worked our way to the train station. The train was a two hour ride. It traveled from Nelsonville to Haydenville.  It was amazing to see the vast farmland and sad to see the poverty. (This is Appalachia).

This is a picture looking down the open car. Bill was following his uncle David's pattern of "chatting it up" with everyone. 😊




We walked across the bridge from the locks to where we suspect that Christopher and Louisa worked the Poston farm.  

This is a picture of a very old farmhouse far in the distance......might be similar to the Poston farmhouse.

Bill remembered going to the locks with grandpa and grandma. Grandpa use to take him there on the way to Nelsonville and talked about how he worked the lock as a kid. They used mules to pull the boat.  

This is the tree where grandpa and grandma had picnics with Bill. They ate ham sandwiches with mutard, deviled eggs and lemonade in the plaid thermos.



It's the end of a long day and we needed a cidar, so we headed to Athen to the West End Cider House.  This house was owned by Thomas Jefferson Herrold, Christopher Jefferson Herrold's first cousin. The building is on the Historical register.


Bill had a beer, Lorrie had the cider sampler, Steve had fresh squeezed lemonade and I had a cider mimosa with fresh squeezed o.j.



So.....you are wondering about the 4th cemetery......
Well, remember when I said the Bill thought he had been to the Plains Cemetery but something wasn't right?  As we were driving down Union St. in Athens, Bill yells "THAT'S THE CEMETERY!" .  This Union Cemetery is the one grandpa had brought him to as a kid.
We found lots of Herrolds (mostly cousins of great-grandpa Christopher). We all found Hiram Bingham.  We thought maybe we would find Christopher and Martha......maybe someone had the wrong cemetery written down or had moved them. But after consulting with the groundskeepers, and seeing the plot cards with decided that they were not there.

Maybe the Herrold family will have to get a plaque for Christopher and Martha Herrold for their cemetery to commemorate their incredible journey to Ohio and the legacy they left future generations.













Tag Sieben          William C. (No one knows what C stands                                       for but we are 97 percent sure it is                                                 Christopher. Just a guess) Herrold
                                  Sarah Blackwood
                                 Our second Great Grandparents
                                 
Eleventh child of Martha and Christopher. I can't imagine what having 23 brothers and sisters is like.  Born 1820 and raised by Silas and considered him a good stepfather. He married Sarah Blackwood, farmed and had ten kids they raised in Athens as good Methodists. He died in 1895 and buried in Union Cemetary. We had a paper showing WC was in the Civil War but with no war honor at his grave. Bill is planning on fixing this omission...