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GIRD Family of the American FRONTIER (1827-1883)
In April of 1853, my Gird Ancestors left out of St. Louis, Missouri, the
"jumping-off" place as they said in those days. In Oxen-drawn wagons,
taking the old Sante Fe Trail south, they crossed the plains, and headed for
California. They walked behind the wagons that were drawn by yokes of
Cherry-red Oxen, the dust boiling up behind each wagon, choking them
and covering them with dust from the trail. The wind on the Plains was fierce
and the storms terrifying, often having to ford muddy streams, swollen from
heavy Spring rains. And then as the weeks past, the warm Summer finally
arrived, but soon that Summer sun, that same sun that was so welcome before, 
began to beat down on them, day in and day out, till they were sure they might
perish.
They plodded along & prayed that whatever challenges they would face the
next day, that they would be able to overcome them. Imagine being a thousand
miles from nowhere, the only sounds you hear each day are the clip-clop of the
animals hooves and the squeaky old wooden wheels and the wagon chassis that
groaned under the weight of the load as it bounced and jostled along the hot
dusty trail. They traversed "the Great American Desert" as it was called then,
& onward, looking forward, as they pushed to make 15 or maybe even 20 miles
each day. Buffalo chips were used for fuel for cooking. I imagine they walked
all day and tending the stock and then camping each night out on the prairies with
wild animals and the threat of Indian attack. I imagine the terror that
Martha Gird  might have felt in watching the huge Prairie Wolves come into
their wagon camp  at night and attack the smaller,  helpless stock animals,
and thinking how thankful she was that it was only some of the stock the wolves
were after. She might have been so tired each night that she could have
quite possibly  just lay down on the Trail and died from sheer exhaustion, but
she had supper yet to cook and the animals to attend. Their feet would hurt,
and they probably got blisters, and maybe they would even bleed. Their muscles
so sore from work they were not accustomed to doing. Mosquitos and flies
and other insects left their skin with bites and stings and their skin became
leathery & parched from the wind and sun.
Strewn along the Sante Fe Trail were the terrible reminders of those who
didn't make it. Precious belongings  had to be set out to lighten the load and
shallow graves of children that must be left behind, all lone out there on those
wild prairies. They would never be able to visit their graveside again. Here and there
were the bones of those that animals have gotten to and they must have prayed
that they wouldn't have to bury one of their loved ones out there.
And I think about young Martha who was more a girl than a woman,
who had led a more gentile life in Illinois, and now she was "great with child".
 
 
They crossed through Pawnee Indian Territory through Kansas and into the
Southwest desserts, pressing on, ever on to their new home. They were six
months on the Sante Fe Trail getting to California, making good time in those
days. Their only map was the stars at night and sun in the day...and the narrow
trail of  wagon ruts that disappeared in the horizon...seemingly ceaseless tracks
in the primitive trail that led West. They traveled through barren
lands that stretched for hundreds of miles & over the steep rugged Rocky
Mountains, heading Westward into the scorching sun, trying to beat the
coming winter snows that surely would be your doom...knowing you had to
make it in good time no matter what...to California, and hopefully, to a brighter,
happier future, God Willing.
The song you hear is a tune known as Tam glen.
It is a Gaelic tune, probably of Scottish/Irish origin.
~ Updated September 6th, 2001

 

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GIRD FAMILY BIOGRAPHIES

 

Gird Pioneers of 1853
...Stories of Henry Harrison Gird & Families
Migration: New York > Louisiana > Illinois > California
Son of Henry Hatton GIRD (III) & Sarah Anne "Sally" KINSLEY
D.O. Lamb family Family Bible
with GIRD Family entries
  Old GIRD Home 1885
Henry Harrison GIRD's "Rancho Monserate"
 
~ southeast of Fall Brook, Calif.
 
Henry Harrison GIRD Family Bible - to be posted
 
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California ~ Gird Family Christmas ~1898

H. H. Gird
"Rancho Monserate"
More about this family...coming soon

 

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The Story of Henry Hatton GIRD III
-2nd President of the
College of Louisiana (1829-1842)
Largest College west of the Mississippi River at that time.

"A BURNING TORCH and a FLAMING FIRE
 - the Story of Centenary College"
,
an historical account by William Hamilton Nelson.
© 1931
( Special Permission was granted on August 4th, 2000, by Centenary College for use of this book )
Includes historical images of the old College in Jackson,
East Feliciana Parish, Louisiana,
& of the new college when it was moved to Shreveport, Caddo Parish, Louisiana.
This page contains excerpts from the book with my notes pertaining to
Henry Hatton GIRD (III), also included.

 

The New Orleans Mint
-read the fascinating History of this National Landmark and discover
what part our ancestor may have played in it's history!
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The Following are LINKS to Sites all posted with
 LONG ISLAND GENEALOGY Web Site.

It is a great site and chocked full of stories, files,
civil & military records, and articles of interest to the
family genealogists and/or historians. Fascinating reading!
http://longislandgenealogy.com
The First 7 links listed below are my sites at:
http://LongIslandGenealogy.com/gird.html
http://LongIslandGenealogy.com/teddie.html
 
The Richard Gird Story
   ~ of Tombstone Silver Mines Fame -Ariz. Territory 1880s
...to be updated
SOON
Gird Pioneer Stories
             ~
1853 Crossing the Prairies to California (part 1)

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Other links at Long Island Genealogy
for seeking these Surnames (not my listings):

 

...And JUST FOR FUN & Interest...

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
 Found among the papers of the late Diedrech Knickerbocker.

I just thought you might enjoy this story. We have ancestors buried at
the Old Dutch Burying Ground of Sleepy Hollow, mentioned in the story.

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