Fact 1: STEWART is possiby last name.

Fact 2: emigratred with her son Hans family and several other of her children.

Fact 1: 1820, Emigrated to Philadelphia from Killyleigh, County Down, Ireland..

Fact 2: Moved to Guernsey County.

Notes by Don E. Weaver

The Weavers from Ireland lie in the family cemetery on a knoll near the house where I was born. Two small graves are brothers of my father. All had diphtheria at once when they were 3 to 6. Treatment was swabbing the throat with a mixture of blue vitriol. His little brothers died within the week. It cured my father who lived to be 92.

I was born in house built new on 90 acres bought from grandfather Weaver's land, partially with mothers money from her father. Dr. Arnd't delivered me with foreceps. I weighed 10 1/2 pounds, nearly killing mother and me.

Hans Weaver came to America at least partly because of land difficulties in Ireland. There is another story that he was in trouble with the British for making pikes, as such weapons were forbidden. The story is that a friendly British officer saved him from possible hanging by making it possible for him to emigrate. He must have been an activist. My brother John has a faded poem written so that it reads as lauding the British King. But reading every other line it call him a despot and oppressor.

After landing in Philadelphia with his wife and their four older children, he taught school for a time before going on to Ohio. There they first built a log cabin, then a frame house. I remember the old log structure still being used as a shed. John has an old copper snuff box Hans owned, inscribed with crude lettering for Thomas Paine and liberty.

1822: Hans was a charter member of Guernsey Lodge, fist Masonic lodge in Guernsey County. He also was one of the backers of the Washington Republican, a Democratic paper, which became the present Jeffersonian. That was in 1824.

He bought his wife a bible for her birthday and penned in the first page: " This Bible was bought by Hans Weaver to his wife, Oct 1, 1833. My wife Susana Weaver a devoted Christian and I an infidel, and unbeliever in any part of it. The morals excepted. 1833--Hans Weaver." This bible was in possession of the late Ray McGee who had no children. He would not sell it, but if I live long enough I still hope to buy it from his niece.

In 1840 land rolls showed Hans with a farm of 336 acres. When the Central Ohio Railroad was put through the county in 1847 he bought a bond.

His son Robert bought stock in the first county bank, at Old Washington in 1848. William Weaver was an origianl stockholder of the Quaker City Bank organized in 1872.

Hans Weaver, my grandfather, and grandson of the immigrant Hans inherited part of the original farm. When my father was a child they moved to Byesville where this Hans ran aplaning mill for some time, and built a house for his family. Then they moved back to the farm, but Hans had his sawmill and planing mill on the farm, run by a boiler and steam engine. Farmers would bring in their logs in summer, then in the winter he would run the mill and saw lumber for barns etc. He also had a small threshing machine, run by a steam engine. He fed the thresher himself and lost a couple of fingers. This did not prevent them from doing carpentry. He went to Arizona for a visit about 1910 and came back determined to go west, taking grandmother, Aunt Hattie, still unmarried, and a hired girl, Carrie Sickles. He proved up a quarter section in Scottsdale. He also built several houses a small church. He donated land from his acreage for a cemetery, not the Camelback Cemetery wher old settlers are buried. Like most pioneers, he could not live long enough to enjoy the development and prosperity which he predicted. He mortgaged his proved-up land to buy more and lost it in the depression. He died in 1933 relatively poor.

Carrie Sickle, the hired girl, grew up, married and also homesteaded. Her daughter still owns 10 prime acres on the edge of Scottsdale.

I remember Granpa Hans well, at church, feeding his threshing machine, and sending the losgs through the sawmill. He had only a country school education but he was a great reader and encouraged us to read.

Our house was on land adjoining his and the houses were only a couple of hundred yards apart. I remember when they sent off to Sears Roebuck or Montgomery Ward and got two telephones. They strung two wire across the fields on poles cut in the woods. Dry batteries furnished the power. They could talk back and forth about work plans or other family matters. Soon others had phones, and before long a samill system was established not without some objections and threats. One farmer threatened that if anyone "run them lines across his land he'd fill their hides so full of holes they wouldn't hold corn fodder.

I also recall the butcherings in late December or January. I was proud when they let me hold the rifle and shoot a pig between the eyes. Butchering was hard work all day, for men and women--scalding, scraping, dresssing the carcases, cutting up the meat and rendering the lard. Susuage would be made later. The crackling were delicious, but made you sick if you ate too many. Chlorestorol had not yet been invented.

Granpa had a hired man, Billy Heidelback, who slept in a room over the summer kitchen. He worked in the fields in season and wrapped fur and dug ginseng in the winter. He had red hair and a beard and lots of gold teeth and was a great braggart and story teller. After he died it was discovered-- if not known before--that he was a "drug fiend".

Fact 1: Called Jack.