RE: Colby family Cousins. Joseph, I am so sorry I haven't returned your message, I printed it out and put it aside, in a stack, that got bigger & bigger. I decided to go through the stack & came across your message. I wish I could go back to New England, I just loved the old cemeteries and towns. When I went to Sutton, VT I noticed TS of Dolloff. I also went to Sandwich, NH, Exeter, NH. Drop me an email at: email@example.com
RE: Charles William Dolloff Joseph, since he's a Medal of Honor recipient, that makes him a Famous Person for Findagrave, and they take over control of the memorial, so I can't transfer it to you, or edit it. Suggest you click on 'edit' and suggest it to them.
Dolloff/Lang Family In the Old Protestant Cemetery in Brighton, Vermont, which was possibly the childhood home of Janett Dolloff, is the partial heart wrenching story of the life of Andrew J Lang and Janett Dolloff Lang for buried next to Janett are two of her children with epitaphs which describe the almost unbearable suffering of the 1800's when it came to raising children. Within the accompanying epitaphs which are thereby inscribed upon the old encrusted tombstones of the Old Protestant Cemetery of Brighton, Vermont and East Charleston's Buck Cemetery, Andrew and Janett Dolloff Lang bequeath a legacy of love and faith and within that legacy thereby leave a poignant trail of their trials. From these inscriptions and epitaphs we glean that in 1857, and two years after her marriage to Andrew J. Lang, Janett Dolloff gives birth to a little girl whom she names Alice and the next year in 1858 Janett once again gives birth-and this birth possibly took place in their old inn located in Clarendon, Vermont which Janett and Andrew have purchased from Lyman E Johnson. This time she gives birth to a little boy whom she names Alson but in 1861 an epidemic of some kind must have visited Brighton and Charleston for Andrew and Janett tell us that on April 11th 1861 their little Alice succumbs to this probable epidemic and she pours out her grief by inscribing the following on Alice's tombstone:
Tis hard to yield them to the dust So youthful and so fair But Oh, the joy to know they will Not always slumber there
Alice's brother Alson must have been home and very ill when they laid little Alice to rest for on Wednesday April 17th 1861, and only six days later, the bereaved family once again returns to the cemetery on the nearby hill surrounded by the wrought iron fence and the lone funeral procession no doubt could be seen entering via its rustic wrought iron gate. Here with caring hands they carved out another little grave and lay little Alson next to his sister as the cold earth of another New England Spring claims their only remaining child. In this sad spring of 1861 and at the time of Alson's burial, Janett leaves the following heart wrenching epitaph inscribed on the gray granite stone: Without their tones of joy, We miss thee our daughter fair And thee our little boy - Returning to their home now devoid of the "tones of joy" and likely occupied only by Janett, Andrew and John Johnson (orphaned son of Lyman E Johnson and Sarah A Lang) Janett once again gives birth in 1862 to another little girl and they name her Laura. From 1862 to 1869 the bespoken "tones of joy" fill their home until the angel of death once again pays a visit for when little Laura is not yet seven their second daughter "so youthful and so fair" succumbs to typhoid fever and is laid to rest in Buck Cemetery in East Charleston, Vermont. Upon the death of Laura, Janett once again places her precious child into a little pine coffin and subsequently pours out her grief with the following epitaph:
Little Lora is an angel now We lift our eyes from the lowly sod And with aching hearts we kiss the sod With submissive hearts we truly pray The Lord gave and he taketh away
In June of 1865 however, the hand of the angel of death had been stayed and the joyful news arrived at the old Jacob Lang homestead on Ten Mile Square Road in East Charleston that the orphaned son of Andrew's sister Sarah, John Elbridge Johnson-for whom Janett had cared for since the age of fourteen and possibly twelve-has survived the Civil War along with Confederate captivity and would be returning home to the lush valleys of Vermont and the home of his parental roots. It must have been a joyful occasion for John when the train arrived in nearby Island Pond, Vermont and John made his way home-possibly upon the horse or wagon of a friend who recognized him-to Ten Mile Square Road and surprised his awaiting family. Or it is possible that some faster rider upon the well populated and rutted wagon road of summer-known as Ten Mile Square Road- had ridden ahead conveying the joyful news- somewhat in the manner of a country town crier.
Here John settled back into a lifestyle of very successful farming upon his grandfather Jacob's old family farm which had been very successfully run by his Uncle Andrew J Lang since John was a young boy. The farm's production is among the highest in Charleston for in 1870 for the old US agricultural statistics inform us that the farm produced 1,800 pounds of butter and 5,600 bushels of potatoes-one third of all of the potatoes produced in the town that year and roughly 18 acres worth-all cultivated behind work-horses and oxen.
Shortly after or shortly before John's return and during this same month and year of June 1865 Janett had been blessed with the birth of a little boy whom she possibly and tenderly named after John Elbridge Johnson and he became known as Adelbert Johnson Lang. Adelbert survives the perilous childhood years which so sadly took his siblings and lives to marry and raise a family which now has many descendents to carry on the legacy which Janett left-a legacy of deep love and devotion to and for her family and children and the children of others, a legacy of courage in the face of heartrending loss and a legacy of devout faith to the fact that life is eternal and those who go on before us continue to live on not only in our minds but in the eternal realms. Contributed by Ellaine Goodall