Elizabeth Hoard

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Her poem "MY GREAT-GRANDMOTHER'S RIDE"
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Newspaper Adams NY Jefferson County Journal 1889 - 0348.PDF http://fultonhistory.com/Process%20Small/Newspapers/Adams%20NY%20Jefferson%20County%20Journal/Adams%20NY%20Jefferson%20County%20Journal%201889.pdf/Newspaper%20Adams%20NY%20Jefferson%20County%20Journal%201889%20-%200348.pdf
MY GREAT-GRANDMOTHER'S RIDE
by Elizabeth Hoard McGuinness ... Stockbridge, New York
Come little children and sit by my side While I tell you of my great-grandmother's ride.
She, more than a hundred years ago, When Liberty strove with a British foe,
Lived in the midst of war's alarm, In a little log house, on a Vermont farm
A woman loyal, and brave and true, Doing with might what her hands found to do.
Fearless in speech and deed, and strong To defend the right and resent the wrong.
Her husband, a Captain of "Rangers" brave, Was fighting, the land from the foe to save;
Leaving her there with their little ones, The baby Bess and a little son;
With a mother's love to lighten their toil, And a living to wrest from the rugged soil.
Up in the early morning gloom, Milking the cows, plying the loom,
Helping the little boy to till the sod, Reading her Bible and trusting her God.
One day, ere her morning tasks were o'er, When the sun shone in on the kitchen floor,
The big brick oven was filled with bread, And the loom was banging to her tread
As Bess in her sap trough cradle lay A sound of swift hoofs came that way
. Then a loud quick call by the open door, A call she had dreaded long before,
And that nerved her mother heart and eye, "The British are coming, haste and fly,
Take what you can with the old ox team, Before is torn up the bridge o'er the stream."
Ah! then, our grandmother's steps were hurried, The precious ironware was quickly buried,
The brine turned off from the barrel of pork, The web, half woven, cut out with a jerk.
And she, with an arm as stout as her heart, Loaded it all in the old ox cart.
She sent little Harmon away with the load, While she on the gray mare after them rode,
With her dear little Bess, clasped close to her breast As on to the bridge at last she pressed.
The men were tearing it quickly apart, When she reined up her horse with a sudden start,
Wheeled it around to the backward track, "Wait," she cried, "until I come back,
I left my oven full of good bread, And my children will need it, nor shall it be said,
That I helped to feed a Tory crew." "Come back," they cried, but away she flew,
Back to the old house the swift feet sped. Out of the oven she drew the hot bread,
Placed it all in a big meal sack And tossed it over the horse's back,
Sprang to the saddle, tightened the rein, And was off for the place of refuge again.
Both felt, as the old mare loped along, A burning, stinging, sense of wrong?
The woman, a patriot's vengeful ire, The horse, the hot bread's steaming fire,
That nerved her speed as she thundered back, Ere the planks were torn from the bridge's track.
To her brother she went, with the boys and Bess, To await the coming of Captain Jess,
To watch for friends in the fleeing throngs, As she grieved o'er the suffering nation's wrongs.
Next day she saw with a kindling eye, A herd of cattle driven by,
A mounted officer in the rear. Our grandmother gazed with list'ning ear
, Then said, "My cows are there! Full well, I know the sound of every bell."
"And I'll have them, too," she cried, nor stopped, For remonstrance vain, but the bars she dropped,
And called her cows by the names they knew, Trusting their gentle memories true.
And her voice rang out like a bugle clear, "Come Cherry, come Whitefoot, come Brindle here,
Come Lineback, come Sukey, Co bos Co." The old cows turned with a joyful low
And came to the bars, but the heifers wild Lowed, and then like a wayward child, Went with the herd.
The officer turned, While high his anger within him burned,
And drew his sword, and above his head He swung the blade, then with loud oaths said: He would cleave her skull! But the gritty dame, Cap-border erect and with eyes aflame,
Cried, "You cowardly Tory, strike if you dare, If you harm my head by a single hair,
You'll pay with your own poor worthless life, I'm Captain Jesse Sawyer's wife."
She then caught a huge oven broom from the ground, (A woman's weapon) as she swung it around,
The officer wheeled, and rode out of sight. Routed and put to a cowardly flight
By a woman's daring, and we this day, Proud of her words and spirit, say,
"All honor to her, our grandmother brave Who helped this glorious land to save."
And pray that the spirit that moved her then, May bless her descendants forever! Amen. __________________

Elizabeth married Daniel McGinness on 25 Mar 1877. Daniel was born on 27 Feb 1850 in Ireland; died on 16 Dec 1906 in , Jefferson Co, Wisconsin, USA; was buried in Fort Atkinson, Jefferson Co, Wisconsin, USA (Evergreen Cemetery). [Group Sheet]

1. Mabelle Eileen McGinness was born on 19 Dec 1878 in Augusta, Oneida Co, New York, USA; died on 9 Sep 1912; was buried in Fort Atkinson, Jefferson Co, Wisconsin, USA (Evergreen Cemetery).

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http://home.att.net/~dick107d/pdf/2004.06.17.pdf
William Bradford Hoard. Hoard went through a sharp religious conversion, giving up farming and blacksmithing to become a traveling Methodist minister and missionary to the Indians at a salary of $400 a year. Even in those days, this was hardly enough to support his wife and three surviving children. They worked the farm and worked for their neighbors. The oldest Hoard child, William Dempster Hoard, went to work for his
grandfather, Enos. The grandfather not only was a successful dairy stockman, but he also had a large library and was a local political power. It was here that Hoard first learned about the advantages of animal, and particularly dairy based agriculture. In William Dempster Hoard's later writings, the love and influence of his grandfather are
evident. He recalls his father much more fleetingly. It probably could be summed up with his remembrances of his father "as very sensitive to his honor, so much so that he was not a match in the ordinary course in commercial dealings with other men in the exchange of property. He was very high-minded and of intense and sincere
religious bearing and thought" ... as well as his father's attempts to learn the Oneida language as "hard on the Indians and harder on the Gospel."
William Dempster Hoard, of course, later moved to Wisconsin. After the great "hops bust"' of the late 1860s, he led a successful campaign, first with this newspaper, and then with Hoard's Dairyman magazine, to change Wisconsin's agriculture to a dairy base from wheat. He also, among other things, was elected governor, led the University of Wisconsin Board of Regents for 20 some years and founded what became known as the
Progressive movement.

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This article says he married Sarah C. Hoyt (difficult to read) and that she was a granddaughter of Capt. Jesse Sawyer.
Syracuse NY Evening Herald 1899 - 2339.PDF http://fultonhistory.com/Newspapers%20Disk3/Syracuse%20NY%20Evening%20Herald/Syracuse%20NY%20Evening%20Herald%201899.pdf/Syracuse%20NY%20Evening%20Herald%201899%20-%202339.pdf

William married Sarah Katherine White on 3 Dec 1833. Sarah (daughter of Benjamin White and Elizabeth Sawyer) was born on 19 Sep 1808 in Eaton, Madison Co, New York, USA; died on 15 Feb 1883 in Munnsville, Madison Co, New York, USA; was buried in Munnsville, Madison Co, New York, USA (Stockbridge Cemetery). [Group Sheet]

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Other Events:

• Census: 1850

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Enos married Abigail Simpson about 1800. Abigail was born about 1775; died on 15 Oct 1864; was buried in Munnsville, Madison Co, New York, USA (Munnsville Village Cemetery). [Group Sheet]

Other Events:

• Census: 1850

Notes:

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Benjamin married Elizabeth Sawyer on 15 Oct 1794 in Vermont, USA. Elizabeth was born on 4 Apr 1773; died on 24 Jan 1826. [Group Sheet]

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The URL for the Capt. Jesse Sawyer 1750 -1825 Time Line History is now:

http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~fjt32/JESS/Jess.htm>

The URL for the Descendants Of Capt Jesse sawyer is now:

http://freepages.history.rootsweb.com/~fjt32/Jessite.htm>

Notes:

He was a Husbandman.
He assumed the surname Hoard about 1789.

James married Prudence Simmons on 13 Oct 1753 in Dighton, Bristol Co, Massachusetts, USA. Prudence (daughter of Remembrance Simmons and (Female) Hathaway) was born on 30 Jun 1735 in Dighton, Bristol Co, Massachusetts, USA; died on 27 Jul 1819 in Taunton, Bristol Co, Massachusetts, USA; was buried in Stockbridge, Madison Co, New York, USA (Strip Road Cemetery). [Group Sheet]

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Cemetery:
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