Sampson CLOYD

+Opel Cloyd MINDLING

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Catherine Ann HECKER

BIRTH: 16 AUG 1955

Father: Robert Dean HECKER
Mother: Carol CRONIN

Family 1: Larry LONGWELL

Donnie Lee LONGWELL

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 _Robert Dean HECKER _|
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Hanss Leonard HILLER

Family 1:

+Agnes Maria HILLER

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Nicholas MINDLING

BIRTH: 16 OCT 1847, Washington Co., Ohio [S1]
DEATH: 18 OCT 1934, Duncan Falls, Ohio [S1]
BURIAL: Waterford Cemetery [S1]

Father: Gottfried MENDLING
Mother: Christina SATZLER

Family 1: Elizabeth PETERS

MARRIAGE: 30 JUN 1870, Washington Co., Ohio

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 _Gottfried MENDLING _|
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Nicholas Mindling[1] was born on the family farm about 1.5 miles southwest of St.John Lutheran Church in Watertown Township, Washington County, Ohio, shortly after his parents emigrated there from Germany. He Married Elizabeth Peters on June 30, 1870, and lived with his mother on the farm near Watertown until 1873, when he purchased a farm near Waterford and moved into a log house which was already on the farm. Life in the log house is well described in a poem Log House Days written by his son, George:

You may not have seen all I used to know
In my log house abode of long ago.
So I'll tell you about those bygone days
To acquaint you better with the old ways.
Our floors were bare in all but one room.
For cleaning them daily there was only a broom.
The abundance of mud and dirt in the yard
Made Mother's housekeeping distressingly hard.
For heating and cooking we burned what we could;
No gas, oil, or coal, we had nothing but wood.

But the wood burned fast and fire wouldn't last;
And there could be nothing of which you would tire
Like every five minutes to fix up the fire.
A few of the farmers of that bygone day
had beds filled with feathers, while others used hay.
When we turned in not long after dusk
We crawled into beds filled with shredded corn husk.
For beds such as ours there was quite a demand;
In fact, some people considered them grand.

So every fall we shredded corn husk for sale,
Enough for a bed in a big round bale.
About once a week came a husk-shredding night
With a room filled with husk, quite a messy sight.
We children pulled husks from the tough horny stems
And arrayed them on benches like so many gems.
Then our dad drew them over the slitting device
From which they came off looking fairly nice.

Our lighting arrangements were a long way from grand,
Just a tallow candle on a metal stand
To be used in the cellar or taken upstairs
Leaving only one lanp for general affairs.
Now the care of the lamp was itself quite a chore:
It had to be cleaned once a day if not more.
And every day you must trim the wick;
With so many duties you had to be quick.
About twice a week refill it with oil,
Being ever so careful, lest the table you soil.
The cost of the oil was considered so high
That with only one lamp we had to get by,
Although a dime would purchase a month's supply.

So let me explain that regard for a dime,
So different things were in that long ago time.
For a dime a carpenter worked a full hour
Applying all of his skill and power.
You could hire as much skill for ten cents then
As you can today for thirty times ten.
I should also mention in simple rhyme
Other things sold then for about a dime;
A pound of butter, ten pounds of wheat,
A dozen eggs, a pound of fresh meat,
A framed little picture to hang on the wall,
A pound of coffee, a dressed up doll.
One curious emblem of outmoded date
Was the long forgotten schoolchild slate.
Graphite pencils were priced too high,
The pencils useless with no sharpened nigh.
But a slate pencil lasted the whole term through
Doing always as well as when it was new.

The farm prospered and a new frame house was built in 1893. Another barn, a new poultry house, and a new corn crib were also added. The farm was sold to their son Jacob in 1914, and the mother and father continued to live there. Elizabeth Mindling died in 1917 in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, while visiting with her daughter, Margaret Dean. Nicholas lived on the farm until about 1922 or 1923, when he moved to the home of his son Charles, in Minerva, Ohio. He continued living there until about 1930, when he moved to the home of his other daughter, Emma Myers, in Duncan Falls, Ohio. He died in Duncan Falls on October 18, 1934. Nicholas and Elizabeth are both buried in the Waterford Cemetery, Waterford, Ohio.
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[1] Crane, Phillip, Life of George Mindling, 1975

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Richard RICH

BIRTH: 7 JUL 1966

Family 1: Theresa Suzanne SPETH

MARRIAGE: 26 OCT 1994, Reno, Nevada

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Patricia WOODS

Father: WOODS
Mother: Alice MINDLING

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|_Alice MINDLING _|
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