Switzer History to 1967

Our his­tory must date back to Ger­many as all avail­able records point that way. Abra­ham I and fam­ily lived in the south-western part of Penn­syl­va­nia in an area from Pitts­burg south to the bor­der of Mary­land and from Pitts­burg east to the cities of John­ston and Altoona. This is assum­ing he is the first Switzer to leave the Father­land and come to the New World.

The a/m ter­ri­tory is so moun­tain­ous the coun­ties run south by south­east in accor­dance with the ridges of the Alleghe­nies, instead of north and south and east and west. Although the Alleghe­nies and Blue Ridge moun­tains are not nearly so high, as they are much older, than our west­ern Rock­ies, the ter­rain is very rugged and rocky. Many of the roads still wind their ways up the sides of the moun­tains, but all are paved with a ten foot wide slab as the red clay of the hills is very slip­pery when wet to the of being almost untravellable. Dur­ing our fore­fa­thers’ stay in them only the gov­ern­ment ones were paved.

Abra­ham I, Abra­ham II and Abra­ham III spoke flu­ent Ger­man as beto­kened by the term, Penn­syl­va­nia Ger­mans. Abe III was my grand­fa­ther and spoke excel­lent Eng­lish as did grand­mother, but they didn’t teach their chil­dren to be bilin­gual. Mabel Switzer Hamil­ton Of Nuevo, Calif., also a grand­daugh­ter, tells me she was in her grand­par­ents’ home when they needed some one. Grand­fa­ther was quite sick, at times deliri­ous, but he would pray and sing in excel­lent Ger­man, but when speak­ing to a Ger­man friend in his later years, he would often put a word or two of Eng­lish into the con­ver­sa­tion as he had for­got­ten some of his native language.

His pre-meal bless­ing had many Ger­man words and phrases, such as “Danke fur Brot and Fleisch.” I was too young then to notice any non-English words. My father, George Abra­ham IV, sang Ger­man songs with good pro­nun­ci­a­tion but had to wait until I stud­ied the lan­guage in my 3rd and 4th years of high school, then told him what he was singing. I believe I must be a throw­back to him in size, as my father was 68 inches tall and weighed about 160, while mother weighed 90 pounds until her last years when she became quite plump at 110. My 205 pounds cer­tainly have been inher­ited somewhere.

Abra­ham II moved to the Shenan­doah Val­ley of north-western Vir­ginia and set­tled near the vil­lages of Mt. Solon or Mt. Sid­ney, 12 miles apart, in Staunton vicin­ity. He owned land there and threat­ened to dis­in­herit Abe, Jr., if he went west on a wagon train — how­ever, grand­fa­ther “wanted to get away from red soil and rocks.” His boy­hood home was eight roomed with a chim­ney built of field rocks. It has since burned to the ground, Mar­guerite Switzer took a pic­ture of the large chim­ney in 1938, which we have.

A Switzer bur­ial ground has been turned into ordi­nary farm­ing ground as the wooden mark­ers rot­ted away years ago. There are many descen­dants of Abra­ham II, liv­ing or dead, who still live in that neigh­bor­hood: Jacob Pumphrey, whose wife was Mary Switzer, Peter Swisher, Andy Bryan, Cle­ora Yeakel, Harry(?) Lutz and Piercey Lair.

Abra­ham III mar­ried Matilda Bryan in 1852 and the two headed a wagon train 2 years later to look for bet­ter land and more pleas­ing sur­round­ings. After 7 weeks of travel, they stopped at Ver­mont, Ill., or Asto­ria, which are adjoin­ing towns. Some of the wag­ons turned north and went to what is now Mari­etta, Ill., and New Philadel­phia where their descen­dants are liv­ing now. They are George Jef­fries, John Swisher, Win­nie Har­ris Ellis and other of whom I have no record.

The set­tlers built log cab­ins with a ceil­ing of smoothly shaven small trees, which pre­sented a fairly flat sur­face on the bot­tom, which was the ceil­ing of the lower floor and the floor of the upper floor. Father slept up there as a small boy on a straw tick or on one filled with corn­husks or dried grass. He told me when he heard the wind sough­ing in the trees, he imag­ined it might be one of the many groups of men who scoured the coun­try after the Civil War to shoot South­ern­ers who set­tled north of the Mason-Dixon line and those of the North who set­tled south of the line.

They merely called a man to his door and killed him in front of his fam­ily. Spirit ran very high for many years. As a 21-year-old teacher in Louisville, Ky., 1917–1918 I went to din­ner one Sat­ur­day and heard them arrang­ing to attend the Dec­o­ra­tion Day exer­cises on May 15. I spoke up and said, “Why, aren’t you two weeks ahead of time, May 31 is the real Remem­brance Day.” The land­lady informed me thus: “You north­ern­ers have your May 30th, but we good peo­ple of the South dec­o­rate the graves of our dead sol­diers May 15.” Due to the united efforts of the two fac­tions in wars since then, I believe there is very lit­tle hatred now.

Grand­mother Switzer’s old­est rel­a­tive we can find trace of was Ben­jamin Bryan of Penn­syl­va­nia who lived about 1775. His son, Ben­jamin, Jr., was born about 1800 and as a young man went to the Shenan­doah Val­ley of Vir­ginia and mar­ried Per­sis Lair. They were your mater­nal grand­par­ents. Ele­ments of both the Bryans and the Switzers were in the wagon train, which grand­fa­ther Switzer headed.

As I men­tioned before, father was born near Asto­ria and Ver­mont and went to the Macomb-Bardolph dis­trict with his par­ents. When he mar­ried Net­tie Booth in 1881, they moved to the farm adja­cent to the Pleas­ant Hill school in McDo­nough County, 2 miles from the farm which was owned by his father. It was of 92 acres and he rented part of the Booth farm, which lay just to the east of it. He acquired it at his first wife’s par­ents’ death and had 162 1/2 acres which lay in one lot, approx­i­mately 1/2 mile square.

Uncle Theodore Switzer farmed for a few years, then turned to law, which he had been study­ing while farm­ing and had quite a suc­cess­ful career in the city of Macomb. At one time he served as the elected mayor of the city. Uncle White­field became a C.B. & Q. sta­tion agent at Ten­nessee, Ill., for many years until he was pen­sioned off and con­tin­ued liv­ing in that vil­lage until he passed away. Uncle Will Switzer rented his father’s farm when he retired to Bar­dolph to live. It has since been sold to John Brew­baker, the next neigh­bor to the west. Aunt Min­nie Switzer mar­ried Ezra J. Wet­zel and set­tled on a farm 4 miles west and 1/2 mile north of her father’s farm. It is approx­i­mately 6 miles north of Macomb on the Macomb-Roseville and Mon­mouth Road.

Moms and I had Switzer rel­a­tives all around us on farms and in Bar­dolph and Macomb when we set up house­keep­ing in 1921. To them, whether still liv­ing or passed to their rewards, we ten­der our most heart­felt thanks for any favors which we received from them. Grand­fa­ther Switzer was born in 1832 and died in his cot­tage approx­i­mately five years before his wife, my grand­mother, who was also born five years before him. They lie at rest in the Oak­wood ceme­tery in Macomb, Ill.

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