Amanda Barker was born in the Adams House in the town of McConnelsville, was only sixteen years younger than her mother. She was the most delicate of seven children but the only one to live to pass thirty years of age. She was the companion of her father, notwithstanding he was very strict.
She told the bed time story of "Once when a child her father told her not to go to a certain home in the outskirts of the village. Some children coming by, they lured her on, till she found herself at the forbidden home, remembering her father's admonition, she felt so guilty, she started home. Along the road she saw him coming on his beautiful black horse (which had been brought from his old home at Beekman, NY). She described how he looked, with his saddle bags, high silk hat, stock and collar, and long Prince Albert coat. He road under a tree and cutting a switch, and she came along to be leaning down, and switcher her around the skirts saying, "Don't ever disobey me like this again." Having on a quilted petticoat, it did not hurt her a bit, but broke her heart, as he had never punished her before. She ran home crying, never to forget the discipline.
She then went on to say, "That switch was cut from an apple tree planted by Jonathan Chapman (Johnny Appleseed as he was called), who was the Pioneer Orchardist of all the Northwest Territory. After a wonderful description of his tramping through the new country with a bag of apple seeds on his back, gathered from the cider mills of the east, and planing them wherever he found a clearing for a new home. She told of grafting coming into vogue, and how interested her father was; how he put grafts of five different kinds on one little tree, which then stood at the back door of the old moe and the children would eat apples from early June till late fall and the hard winter ones were wrapped in paper and often kept till apples coma again. After producing fruit for eighty years this wonderful tree was destroyed by a wind storm.
Amanda Barker was a wonderful storryteller and many were the stories. Amanda grew to young womanhood amidst the stirring times, and was then sent to Stuberville, Ohio to Dr Beatys Seminary for girls, where she graduated with the highest honors folloing the Valedictary and invited to become one of the faculty. Her father being in declining health advised her to accept this offer, which she did for the year.
Returning home to marry William Davis Devin, a merchant of Cincinnati, and her lover from childhood, when he used to scale the back fence to wipe the dishes for her, so they could read and play together. They lived an ideally happy life for eighteen years, when he was scalded to death, leaving his wife and four children living at their country home at North Bend, Ohio, fourteen miles down the Ohio River from Cincinnati, where she continued to live and raise her family.
Her oldest son Samuel Augustus, while attending school in Cincinnati was struck in the back by a school mate. Four years later he had hemorahages, and at the age of twenty-three, passed away. The other children married and after a residence on the same place since 1849, she went in 1895 to reside with her children much to the regret of the countryside store she was held in high esteem.
She was a woman of high moral courage and strength of character, influencing all who came in contact with her to the very highest ideals and bes in their nature. She did not go out with a blaze of trumpets but like the honey suckle over the __, she clung to her home, diffusing sweetness to everyone who came her way. She out lived her generation and stood like a grand old oak out in the field, all alone, bowed and swayed by life's adversities but with a Christian faith which never left her, she always came out triumphant and seemed to stand on an upper sirata of power and strength. After the death of her son in law, she went with her daughter Ida D Hughes to live at Long Beach, California, where the mild sunny climate no doubt helped to prolong her life, and retain all her faculties to the age of eighty-eight years. As the frost of Augumn comes to destroy a beautiful leaf, so the "flue" cut off this beautiful life. She was laid to rest under the palms in Sunny Side Cemetery by those who had surrounded her declining years and loved her, with the thoughts in mind, "Well done, though good and faithful servant, enter though into the house of the Lord."
She told the bed time story of "Once when a child her father told her not to go to a certain home in the outskirts of the village. Some children coming by, they lured her on, till she found herself at the forbidden home, remembering her father's admonition, she felt so guilty, she started home. Along the road she saw him coming on his beautiful black horse (which had been brought from his old home at Beekman, NY). She described how he looked, with his saddle bags, high silk hat, stock and collar, and long Prince Albert coat. He road under a tree and cutting a switch, and she came along to be leaning down, and switcher her around the skirts saying, "Don't ever disobey me like this again." Having on a quilted petticoat, it did not hurt her a bit, but broke her heart, as he had never punished her before. She ran home crying, never to forget the discipline.
She then went on to say, "That switch was cut from an apple tree planted by Jonathan Chapman (Johnny Appleseed as he was called), who was the Pioneer Orchardist of all the Northwest Territory. After a wonderful description of his tramping through the new country with a bag of apple seeds on his back, gathered from the cider mills of the east, and planing them wherever he found a clearing for a new home. She told of grafting coming into vogue, and how interested her father was; how he put grafts of five different kinds on one little tree, which then stood at the back door of the old moe and the children would eat apples from early June till late fall and the hard winter ones were wrapped in paper and often kept till apples coma again. After producing fruit for eighty years this wonderful tree was destroyed by a wind storm.
Amanda Barker was a wonderful storryteller and many were the stories. Amanda grew to young womanhood amidst the stirring times, and was then sent to Stuberville, Ohio to Dr Beatys Seminary for girls, where she graduated with the highest honors folloing the Valedictary and invited to become one of the faculty. Her father being in declining health advised her to accept this offer, which she did for the year.
Returning home to marry William Davis Devin, a merchant of Cincinnati, and her lover from childhood, when he used to scale the back fence to wipe the dishes for her, so they could read and play together. They lived an ideally happy life for eighteen years, when he was scalded to death, leaving his wife and four children living at their country home at North Bend, Ohio, fourteen miles down the Ohio River from Cincinnati, where she continued to live and raise her family.
Her oldest son Samuel Augustus, while attending school in Cincinnati was struck in the back by a school mate. Four years later he had hemorahages, and at the age of twenty-three, passed away. The other children married and after a residence on the same place since 1849, she went in 1895 to reside with her children much to the regret of the countryside store she was held in high esteem.
She was a woman of high moral courage and strength of character, influencing all who came in contact with her to the very highest ideals and bes in their nature. She did not go out with a blaze of trumpets but like the honey suckle over the __, she clung to her home, diffusing sweetness to everyone who came her way. She out lived her generation and stood like a grand old oak out in the field, all alone, bowed and swayed by life's adversities but with a Christian faith which never left her, she always came out triumphant and seemed to stand on an upper sirata of power and strength. After the death of her son in law, she went with her daughter Ida D Hughes to live at Long Beach, California, where the mild sunny climate no doubt helped to prolong her life, and retain all her faculties to the age of eighty-eight years. As the frost of Augumn comes to destroy a beautiful leaf, so the "flue" cut off this beautiful life. She was laid to rest under the palms in Sunny Side Cemetery by those who had surrounded her declining years and loved her, with the thoughts in mind, "Well done, though good and faithful servant, enter though into the house of the Lord."
Amanda Barker was born in the Adams House in the town of McConnelsville, was only sixteen years younger than her mother. She was the most delicate of seven children but the only one to live to pass thirty years of age. She was the companion of her father, notwithstanding he was very strict.
She told the bed time story of "Once when a child her father told her not to go to a certain home in the outskirts of the village. Some children coming by, they lured her on, till she found herself at the forbidden home, remembering her father's admonition, she felt so guilty, she started home. Along the road she saw him coming on his beautiful black horse (which had been brought from his old home at Beekman, NY). She described how he looked, with his saddle bags, high silk hat, stock and collar, and long Prince Albert coat. He road under a tree and cutting a switch, and she came along to be leaning down, and switcher her around the skirts saying, "Don't ever disobey me like this again." Having on a quilted petticoat, it did not hurt her a bit, but broke her heart, as he had never punished her before. She ran home crying, never to forget the discipline.
She then went on to say, "That switch was cut from an apple tree planted by Jonathan Chapman (Johnny Appleseed as he was called), who was the Pioneer Orchardist of all the Northwest Territory. After a wonderful description of his tramping through the new country with a bag of apple seeds on his back, gathered from the cider mills of the east, and planing them wherever he found a clearing for a new home. She told of grafting coming into vogue, and how interested her father was; how he put grafts of five different kinds on one little tree, which then stood at the back door of the old moe and the children would eat apples from early June till late fall and the hard winter ones were wrapped in paper and often kept till apples coma again. After producing fruit for eighty years this wonderful tree was destroyed by a wind storm.
Amanda Barker was a wonderful storryteller and many were the stories. Amanda grew to young womanhood amidst the stirring times, and was then sent to Stuberville, Ohio to Dr Beatys Seminary for girls, where she graduated with the highest honors folloing the Valedictary and invited to become one of the faculty. Her father being in declining health advised her to accept this offer, which she did for the year.
Returning home to marry William Davis Devin, a merchant of Cincinnati, and her lover from childhood, when he used to scale the back fence to wipe the dishes for her, so they could read and play together. They lived an ideally happy life for eighteen years, when he was scalded to death, leaving his wife and four children living at their country home at North Bend, Ohio, fourteen miles down the Ohio River from Cincinnati, where she continued to live and raise her family.
Her oldest son Samuel Augustus, while attending school in Cincinnati was struck in the back by a school mate. Four years later he had hemorahages, and at the age of twenty-three, passed away. The other children married and after a residence on the same place since 1849, she went in 1895 to reside with her children much to the regret of the countryside store she was held in high esteem.
She was a woman of high moral courage and strength of character, influencing all who came in contact with her to the very highest ideals and bes in their nature. She did not go out with a blaze of trumpets but like the honey suckle over the __, she clung to her home, diffusing sweetness to everyone who came her way. She out lived her generation and stood like a grand old oak out in the field, all alone, bowed and swayed by life's adversities but with a Christian faith which never left her, she always came out triumphant and seemed to stand on an upper sirata of power and strength. After the death of her son in law, she went with her daughter Ida D Hughes to live at Long Beach, California, where the mild sunny climate no doubt helped to prolong her life, and retain all her faculties to the age of eighty-eight years. As the frost of Augumn comes to destroy a beautiful leaf, so the "flue" cut off this beautiful life. She was laid to rest under the palms in Sunny Side Cemetery by those who had surrounded her declining years and loved her, with the thoughts in mind, "Well done, though good and faithful servant, enter though into the house of the Lord."
She told the bed time story of "Once when a child her father told her not to go to a certain home in the outskirts of the village. Some children coming by, they lured her on, till she found herself at the forbidden home, remembering her father's admonition, she felt so guilty, she started home. Along the road she saw him coming on his beautiful black horse (which had been brought from his old home at Beekman, NY). She described how he looked, with his saddle bags, high silk hat, stock and collar, and long Prince Albert coat. He road under a tree and cutting a switch, and she came along to be leaning down, and switcher her around the skirts saying, "Don't ever disobey me like this again." Having on a quilted petticoat, it did not hurt her a bit, but broke her heart, as he had never punished her before. She ran home crying, never to forget the discipline.
She then went on to say, "That switch was cut from an apple tree planted by Jonathan Chapman (Johnny Appleseed as he was called), who was the Pioneer Orchardist of all the Northwest Territory. After a wonderful description of his tramping through the new country with a bag of apple seeds on his back, gathered from the cider mills of the east, and planing them wherever he found a clearing for a new home. She told of grafting coming into vogue, and how interested her father was; how he put grafts of five different kinds on one little tree, which then stood at the back door of the old moe and the children would eat apples from early June till late fall and the hard winter ones were wrapped in paper and often kept till apples coma again. After producing fruit for eighty years this wonderful tree was destroyed by a wind storm.
Amanda Barker was a wonderful storryteller and many were the stories. Amanda grew to young womanhood amidst the stirring times, and was then sent to Stuberville, Ohio to Dr Beatys Seminary for girls, where she graduated with the highest honors folloing the Valedictary and invited to become one of the faculty. Her father being in declining health advised her to accept this offer, which she did for the year.
Returning home to marry William Davis Devin, a merchant of Cincinnati, and her lover from childhood, when he used to scale the back fence to wipe the dishes for her, so they could read and play together. They lived an ideally happy life for eighteen years, when he was scalded to death, leaving his wife and four children living at their country home at North Bend, Ohio, fourteen miles down the Ohio River from Cincinnati, where she continued to live and raise her family.
Her oldest son Samuel Augustus, while attending school in Cincinnati was struck in the back by a school mate. Four years later he had hemorahages, and at the age of twenty-three, passed away. The other children married and after a residence on the same place since 1849, she went in 1895 to reside with her children much to the regret of the countryside store she was held in high esteem.
She was a woman of high moral courage and strength of character, influencing all who came in contact with her to the very highest ideals and bes in their nature. She did not go out with a blaze of trumpets but like the honey suckle over the __, she clung to her home, diffusing sweetness to everyone who came her way. She out lived her generation and stood like a grand old oak out in the field, all alone, bowed and swayed by life's adversities but with a Christian faith which never left her, she always came out triumphant and seemed to stand on an upper sirata of power and strength. After the death of her son in law, she went with her daughter Ida D Hughes to live at Long Beach, California, where the mild sunny climate no doubt helped to prolong her life, and retain all her faculties to the age of eighty-eight years. As the frost of Augumn comes to destroy a beautiful leaf, so the "flue" cut off this beautiful life. She was laid to rest under the palms in Sunny Side Cemetery by those who had surrounded her declining years and loved her, with the thoughts in mind, "Well done, though good and faithful servant, enter though into the house of the Lord."
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