This blog entry shall deal with finalizing, almost, the lands of Elder Daniel Miller (1755-1822). Elder Daniel owned land that today lies along the Upper Bear Creek Road of Miami township, Montgomery county, Ohio. When he owned it, and prior to that, the land was owned by Elder Jacob Miller (ca. 1838-1815). Normally to plat land it is fairly easy to transcribe a single deed and overlay that onto high-quality scans of the Montgomery County, Ohio Atlas of 1875. In this instance it is difficult as that particular section, in 1875 versus the early 18th Century, had been cut up into differing tracts. In other words, it was not easily done because of intervening deeds. To rectify this it fell upon me to pull all the deeds, at least those that were recorded for this section, which led to some discoveries.
Today’s blog, the first in a series that will hopefully be an on-going explanation of what I am presently working on, is about the various Brethren Miller families who were early settlers of Montgomery county, Ohio. The opening section below is some comments about the Miller families of note, followed by what I am working on at this time. In essence there are three Miller families that interest me, and I am not even remotely related to any of them, so, to that end, here goes.
row. It was exceptionally hot to-day. Our horses were much benefited by the rest. In the evening, as we were about going to sleep, two Germans came to us who had been in the upper part of Virginia, where they had taken up land. They stayed with us over night. Their real home is at York at the "Catores " and they knew Bro. Meurer. On October 22, we started in the morning at five o'clock. Bro. Jacob Loesch went to the plantation, where our brethren are to thresh to-day. The South Mountains are three miles distant to our left.23 They are as high as the Blue Mountains when going to Gnadenhutten. There are said to be many plantations in this district, but most of them close to the mountains. We ate dinner at a small creek. The brethren returned with eleven bushels of oats. It was very warm and sultry weather. We had had no water for the last eleven miles, since leaving last night's camp. From this point to Williamsburg it is said to be two hundred miles. We went a mile and a half farther to a tavern keeper, named Severe. We inquired about the way but could not get good information. After traveling three and a half miles we found two passable roads. Bro. Gottlob and Nathanael preceded us on the left hand road. They met a woman, who informed them about the way. Then they came back to us again and we took the road to the riglht. We traveled ten miles without finding water. It was late already and we were compelled to travel five miles during the dark night. We had to climb two mountains which compelled us to push the wagon along or we could not have proceeded, for our horses were completely fagged out. Two of the brethren had to go ahead to show us the road, and thus we arrived late at Thom. Harris's plantation.24 Here we bought feed for our horses and pitched our tent a short distance from the house. The people were very friendly. They lodge strangers very willingly. 23 This is an error. It was the Massanutton range, and not the Blue Ridge or South Mountain, as stated. 24 This plantation was probably the site of the present town of Harrisonburg, Va., and Harris stands for Harrison. Thomas Harrison, son of Reuben, was the founder, in 1778, of Harrisonburg. See Waddell's Annals of Augusta County, Second Edition, 1902.
A Brief History of Claar Congregation by Rev. David M. Adams
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