In 1916, the prose of the
journalist bordered on something not quite Frost and not quite Dylan.
The story on Jacob Masters of
Fairfield, whose family spread long tentacles for a long time, was thus written
by noted smart guy Theo Dickerson:
“Tradition and legendary
history of the beautiful White Water Valley of the long ago, before the advent
of the pioneer, before this part of the East Fork was cleared, when nature made
the hills and valleys more attractive than now, when only here and there could
be found the rude cabin of a white squatter or French trading post, will we try
to picture the panorama presented, one hundred years ago and speak of the
tribes of red men who sought for game and fished along the White Water which
was thickly timbered, great trees bordering the banks.
“But few white men had at the
beginning of the eighteenth century the hardihood to penetrate into the
then vast wilderness of this country, whose inhabitants were Indians and wild
animals.”
The story never wavered much
before it finally got around to telling us about Jacob Masters and his kinfolk,
who settled in the East Fork valley around 1833.
The usual people showed up in
the Brookville paper's treatise on Masters, all enriching the soil with tales
of pioneer spirit, grit, determination and fanciful devotion to duty, commerce,
God, and purt-near anything else that mattered.
Actually it was Christopher
Masters who brought his clan with him to Fairfield from Pennsylvania, which
apparently was kicking people out and sending them this way. The story on
Masters was that he was probably a Methodist, that most of his children were
either grown or hungry enough to soon be that.
For reasons that were doomed
to be bad ones, the Methodists didn't have a church in Fairfield and it was up
to Christopher Masters to see that one was established. For the record, the
Methodists stayed on in Fairfield and became a big deal in Franklin County
church affairs up until the 1960s.
“Fairfield had gained her
majority,” the story tells us, “was 21 years of age, and has grown from a
crossroads village to quite a respectable town.”
Men like Christopher Masters
were welcome.
Masters managed to organize
the Methodists in Fairfield, brought in an interesting preacher named Henry
Dane, then proceeded to make more Masters.
“The Masters family had
fulfilled Holy Writ, by multiplying and replenishing. The regulation roster
roll when called for meals and family prayer would show from ten to one dozen
in family, and the names of the parents and children could all be found on the
class books, the majority being members of the Methodist society.”
Somewhere along the way, John
Masters shows up.
As if any of this makes you
wonder, the story includes this tidbit:
“In order to understand why
the Masters ancestors left the mother country to escape religious persecution,
it will be necessary to go back a few hundred years and give an abbreviated
history of the Swenkfelders.
Abbreviated would be better.
Around 1490, more or less. In
Lower Silesia.
So, somehow the Meisthers
became the Meschters and finally the Masters who came to Pennsylvania, then
settled in Fairfield, started a Methodist church without persecution,
proliferated and, at last the newspaper decided to “unravel the Masters
genealogy, which we find is a difficult undertaking.”
Well, we were moving right
along until 1490.
With an admitted “hundreds” of
Masters across the country, even in 1916, the paper conceded: “Therefore we
shall commence genealogy of Masters kindred from two brothers who cross over
the salt water from Silesia to Germany with their families in 1731.”
That would be Melchior and
Gregorius Meisther.
Then there was Christopher,
the first, who is not the second and maybe not the third, but somewhere in there ahead of Jacob, Rachel,
Hannah, July, James, Aaron, Ann, Margaret, Mary, Elizabeth, Hiram and Eleanor.
Not all in that order. Left out Samuel. Sorry. And Quincy, Winfield, David,
Lewis, another James, Leonidas, William. …
Jacob was apparently the only
one lucky enough to be photographed.
For which we are grateful.
Jacob was a soldier in the
Civil War, as much as his great-greats were probably on hand when the Teutonic
wars were fought between France and the Belgians.
Rosetta, Josephine, Henry,
Bertie, Roy, Juliette, Leander, Blanche, Thomas. …
“In giving the biography of
one branch of the family, it occurs to the writer to side-track before we have
paralysis or a well-defined case of emotional instability. Should we give a
history of other members and the generations of replants, their names would be
legion.”
Swenkfelders?