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- Daniel Raymond in the North America, Family Histories, 1500-2000
Name: Daniel Raymond
Gender: Male
Birth Date: 1793
First Marriage Date: 1816
Death Date: 1893
Father: Amos Raymond
Mother: Alice Joslyn
Spouse: Amanda Freeland
Child: Asa Freeland Raymond
Source Citation
Book Title: Lineage
Book : NSDAR :
Volume 094 : 1912
Source Information
Ancestry.com. North America, Family Histories, 1500-2000 [database on-line]. Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com Operations, Inc., 2016.
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- 20190521HAv- http://www.paintedhills.org/POTTER/beersUlysses.htm
Biographies from Ulysses Township, Potter Co., PA
Submitted by Barb Hyde
AMOS RAYMOND, P.O. Gold, son of Daniel and Amanda (Freeland) Raymond, was born in Tioga county, N.Y., September 24, 1821,
and with his parents came to Potter county, Penn., in March, 1836. They located in Allegheny township, at that time a wilderness and cleared a farm, the nearest marked tree being at what is now Ford Nelson's, in Allegheny township, and there was no wagon road within three miles. They were compelled to go to Williamsport for corn, which at that time was worth $3.50 per bushel, in Potter county, and suffered all the other privations incident to the settlement of a new country.
Their (Daniel and Amanda) children were
- Lucinda,
- Amos,
- Daniel,
- Asa,
- Alvira,
- Perces,
- David,
- Joseph,
- Mary and
- Betsy.
Amos made his home with his parents until his marriage, when he located in Allegheny township, but now resides on the farm he owns in Ulysses township, which he has carried on for some time. He has also devoted some time to contracting, was a merchant for several years, and also for several years was proprietor of a hotel at Raymond's Corners.
He was married, March 31, 1842, to Rhoda Daniels, and they had six children:
- Harriet Lovina,
- Alice Lavina,
- Asa A.,
- Miriam J. (who died in 1852),
- Josephine B. and
- Sarah J.
Mrs. Rhoda Raymond departed this life November 26, 1876, and Amos Raymond, on March 15, 1878, married Miriam Daniels.
Mr. and Mrs. Raymond are members of the Baptist Church. In politics he is a Democrat, and has held various official positions in the township.
A. F. RAYMOND, merchant and farmer, P.O. Gold, was born in Tompkins county, N.Y., November 3, 1825.
In 1836 his parents moved to Potter county, Penn., and settled in Allegheny township, where his father bought a tract of wild land. He remained at home until after his marriage, and then bought a part of the old homestead, where he has since lived. He has a good home, and attends to the cultivation of his farm, at the same time carrying on a general merchandise business in Gold.
He was married in 1850 to Miss Juliet Grover of Bingham township and they have five children:
- Frank A., of Gold;
- Ellen, wife of Oscar Nelson, of Ulysses;
- Fred H., of Ceres;
- Kate L., wife of Wilton Elliott, and
- Matilda.
Mr. and Mrs. Raymond are members of the Baptist Church. He is a member of Gold Lodge, No. 658, E.A.U.
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- From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net]
Sent: Friday, May 12, 2017 3:41 PM
Subject: This Week
I’m going to let my imagination take over a bit, this week. It is May, and from here where I sit, I can look just to the east of my house to the general area where the Raymonds, the first settlers of this place, made their first home.
Daniel Raymond, who made the trip during the late summer of 1835 from Tioga County, N Y to this area with three other men, brought his fourteen year old son, Amos, along. When he had secured the place where he planned to settle, he left Amos to hold the claim while he went back to Richford New York, to collect the rest of the family.
I was fascinated by the story all of my life. Amos, a boy too young to shave, was left to fend for himself by the crick; his only shelter a three-sided log cabin with some sort of blanket for the fourth wall. It probably was sometime in the late autumn when his father left with the other men.
But the family did not come back until the end of May, 1836.
I had never thought much about that until I told the story to Mr. Bob Currin at the Potter County Historical Society several years ago. “But that doesn’t make any sense,” Mr. Currin said. “They would have traveled during the winter when the ground was frozen; not after the spring thaw had created a muddy mess.”
Well, why, then, did they wait so long?
Then Mr. Currin looked over the facts as we had them. The family arrived here in late May, approximately three weeks after Amanda Raymond, Daniel’s wife, gave birth to her tenth child, Persis.
Apparently, when Daniel got home from his jaunt to Pennsylvania, he found his wife unable to travel. Of course, there was no possible way to let Amos know. So, the boy was left to wonder and wait through the long winter and into the spring.
What could it possibly have been like for him? It is beyond my 21st century imagination, sitting here with electric lights, a car ready to go in my driveway and a computer at my finger tips. The boy must have been lonely beyond words and as the weeks and months went by, terrified that something dreadful had occurred and he might never see his family again.
So, here as I sit looking own the road toward where I imagine his tiny hovel may have been, I try to put myself in his head and heart.
It was Spring. The forest around him was becoming greener every day. The birds were thick in the trees and he had no trouble finding food. But where was his family?
Then, one day, after he had nearly given up all hope, he heard a noise. He grabbed his gun and stepped out from the cabin to listen. There was a rattling sound; a thumping and a clanging. And oh, my! Was that a dog barking? It sounded like old Tip, his father’s dog. It really did!
Then, “Haalloooo!! Amos!!” It was his father’s voice. He was certain it was. Amos began to run. There they were. The wagon was filthy and wet from the storm the night before, the wheels half buried in the mud of the forest floor. His brothers were walking along side the oxen and his father stood and called from the wagon seat. Suddenly, his older sister dropped from the back of the wagon and began to run toward him.
“Amos! Oh, my goodness, Amos. You have a beard!” And Amos’ tears began to fall. “Mama had a new baby, Amos. Just three weeks ago. That is why we couldn’t come sooner. We have a new baby sister. Her name is Persis. She is with Mama in the wagon!”
His father dropped to the path and came toward his son, his hand outstretched.
“I’m sorry, son. I had no way to let you know---”
From inside the wagon, Amos’ mother called. “Amos, come meet your baby sister and let me see you. I want to be sure you are all right--”.
And suddenly, he was surrounded by the family that he had begun to fear he would never see again. He had completely forgotten how noisy they could be.
Well, who knows? It could have happened that way.
It would take many days and nights and tears for the entire story to unfold. But none of them would ever forget it. And they would never let their families forget, either.
After all, I’m still telling you about it on this pretty May day, nearly two centuries after that ox-drawn wagon first appeared through the virgin forest, just down the road a piece from this place where I sit.
Issue, jt:
- From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net]
Sent: Friday, May 12, 2017 3:41 PM
Subject: This Week
I’m going to let my imagination take over a bit, this week. It is May, and from here where I sit, I can look just to the east of my house to the general area where the Raymonds, the first settlers of this place, made their first home.
Daniel Raymond, who made the trip during the late summer of 1835 from Tioga County, N Y to this area with three other men, brought his fourteen year old son, Amos, along. When he had secured the place where he planned to settle, he left Amos to hold the claim while he went back to Richford New York, to collect the rest of the family.
I was fascinated by the story all of my life. Amos, a boy too young to shave, was left to fend for himself by the crick; his only shelter a three-sided log cabin with some sort of blanket for the fourth wall. It probably was sometime in the late autumn when his father left with the other men.
But the family did not come back until the end of May, 1836.
I had never thought much about that until I told the story to Mr. Bob Currin at the Potter County Historical Society several years ago. “But that doesn’t make any sense,” Mr. Currin said. “They would have traveled during the winter when the ground was frozen; not after the spring thaw had created a muddy mess.”
Well, why, then, did they wait so long?
Then Mr. Currin looked over the facts as we had them. The family arrived here in late May, approximately three weeks after Amanda Raymond, Daniel’s wife, gave birth to her tenth child, Persis.
Apparently, when Daniel got home from his jaunt to Pennsylvania, he found his wife unable to travel. Of course, there was no possible way to let Amos know. So, the boy was left to wonder and wait through the long winter and into the spring.
What could it possibly have been like for him? It is beyond my 21st century imagination, sitting here with electric lights, a car ready to go in my driveway and a computer at my finger tips. The boy must have been lonely beyond words and as the weeks and months went by, terrified that something dreadful had occurred and he might never see his family again.
So, here as I sit looking own the road toward where I imagine his tiny hovel may have been, I try to put myself in his head and heart.
It was Spring. The forest around him was becoming greener every day. The birds were thick in the trees and he had no trouble finding food. But where was his family?
Then, one day, after he had nearly given up all hope, he heard a noise. He grabbed his gun and stepped out from the cabin to listen. There was a rattling sound; a thumping and a clanging. And oh, my! Was that a dog barking? It sounded like old Tip, his father’s dog. It really did!
Then, “Haalloooo!! Amos!!” It was his father’s voice. He was certain it was. Amos began to run. There they were. The wagon was filthy and wet from the storm the night before, the wheels half buried in the mud of the forest floor. His brothers were walking along side the oxen and his father stood and called from the wagon seat. Suddenly, his older sister dropped from the back of the wagon and began to run toward him.
“Amos! Oh, my goodness, Amos. You have a beard!” And Amos’ tears began to fall. “Mama had a new baby, Amos. Just three weeks ago. That is why we couldn’t come sooner. We have a new baby sister. Her name is Persis. She is with Mama in the wagon!”
His father dropped to the path and came toward his son, his hand outstretched.
“I’m sorry, son. I had no way to let you know---”
From inside the wagon, Amos’ mother called. “Amos, come meet your baby sister and let me see you. I want to be sure you are all right--”.
And suddenly, he was surrounded by the family that he had begun to fear he would never see again. He had completely forgotten how noisy they could be.
Well, who knows? It could have happened that way.
It would take many days and nights and tears for the entire story to unfold. But none of them would ever forget it. And they would never let their families forget, either.
After all, I’m still telling you about it on this pretty May day, nearly two centuries after that ox-drawn wagon first appeared through the virgin forest, just down the road a piece from this place where I sit.
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- From: Jeannette Buck [mailto:skyscribbler@zitomedia.net]
Sent: Friday, May 12, 2017 3:41 PM
Subject: This Week
I’m going to let my imagination take over a bit, this week. It is May, and from here where I sit, I can look just to the east of my house to the general area where the Raymonds, the first settlers of this place, made their first home.
Daniel Raymond, who made the trip during the late summer of 1835 from Tioga County, N Y to this area with three other men, brought his fourteen year old son, Amos, along. When he had secured the place where he planned to settle, he left Amos to hold the claim while he went back to Richford New York, to collect the rest of the family.
I was fascinated by the story all of my life. Amos, a boy too young to shave, was left to fend for himself by the crick; his only shelter a three-sided log cabin with some sort of blanket for the fourth wall. It probably was sometime in the late autumn when his father left with the other men.
But the family did not come back until the end of May, 1836.
I had never thought much about that until I told the story to Mr. Bob Currin at the Potter County Historical Society several years ago. “But that doesn’t make any sense,” Mr. Currin said. “They would have traveled during the winter when the ground was frozen; not after the spring thaw had created a muddy mess.”
Well, why, then, did they wait so long?
Then Mr. Currin looked over the facts as we had them. The family arrived here in late May, approximately three weeks after Amanda Raymond, Daniel’s wife, gave birth to her tenth child, Persis.
Apparently, when Daniel got home from his jaunt to Pennsylvania, he found his wife unable to travel. Of course, there was no possible way to let Amos know. So, the boy was left to wonder and wait through the long winter and into the spring.
What could it possibly have been like for him? It is beyond my 21st century imagination, sitting here with electric lights, a car ready to go in my driveway and a computer at my finger tips. The boy must have been lonely beyond words and as the weeks and months went by, terrified that something dreadful had occurred and he might never see his family again.
So, here as I sit looking own the road toward where I imagine his tiny hovel may have been, I try to put myself in his head and heart.
It was Spring. The forest around him was becoming greener every day. The birds were thick in the trees and he had no trouble finding food. But where was his family?
Then, one day, after he had nearly given up all hope, he heard a noise. He grabbed his gun and stepped out from the cabin to listen. There was a rattling sound; a thumping and a clanging. And oh, my! Was that a dog barking? It sounded like old Tip, his father’s dog. It really did!
Then, “Haalloooo!! Amos!!” It was his father’s voice. He was certain it was. Amos began to run. There they were. The wagon was filthy and wet from the storm the night before, the wheels half buried in the mud of the forest floor. His brothers were walking along side the oxen and his father stood and called from the wagon seat. Suddenly, his older sister dropped from the back of the wagon and began to run toward him.
“Amos! Oh, my goodness, Amos. You have a beard!” And Amos’ tears began to fall. “Mama had a new baby, Amos. Just three weeks ago. That is why we couldn’t come sooner. We have a new baby sister. Her name is Persis. She is with Mama in the wagon!”
His father dropped to the path and came toward his son, his hand outstretched.
“I’m sorry, son. I had no way to let you know---”
From inside the wagon, Amos’ mother called. “Amos, come meet your baby sister and let me see you. I want to be sure you are all right--”.
And suddenly, he was surrounded by the family that he had begun to fear he would never see again. He had completely forgotten how noisy they could be.
Well, who knows? It could have happened that way.
It would take many days and nights and tears for the entire story to unfold. But none of them would ever forget it. And they would never let their families forget, either.
After all, I’m still telling you about it on this pretty May day, nearly two centuries after that ox-drawn wagon first appeared through the virgin forest, just down the road a piece from this place where I sit.
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