James "Harvey" is a son of Christopher and Elizabeth E. (Walker) Crozier, and the husband of Margaret (Bragg) Crozier.
The following contributed by Richard Carle:
According to Fessie M. Smith: "James Harvey Crozier, known as Harvey, with his wife and two children, came to Iowa in the Fall of 1849 form Ross Co., OH, being joined by Harvey's brother Robert. Robert Crozier and his wife had been living in Fulton Co., IL for about one year, prior to joining Harvey's family on the move to Iowa. Upon ariving in Iowa, the two families settled at Red Rock in Marion Co.
The land for their two farms was entered as one farm in Robert Crozier's name, with Robert making the trip to Iowa City and back again, that city being Iowa's capital at that time. Harvey Crozier's land was later deeded to him by Robert; these two farms being the present homes of the Hamricks and the Smiths.
The History of Marion Co., gives a brief account of Robert Crozier. The excitement over the discovery of gold in California ran high in Marion Co. So, probably in 1851, Robert Crozier loaded his family into a prairie schooner drawn by a team of oxen and started for the western El Dorado.
Harvey Crozier lived at Red Rock until 1951 while a new home was being built near Rousseau. The new log cabin was being built when it began to rain, and it rained, and it rained. The Des Moines River got higher, and higher. The river banks overflowed, and the water was all the time creeping nearer to the Crozier home at Red Rock.
Seeing they were in danger, the two children were taken to some home for safety, and the young father called for men and canoes to move their belongings down the river to their new home. While the husband was absent the water came up into the house as the young wife hurriedly packed together everything she could to be placed into the canoes. All the dishes, cooking utensils, etc., she piled on top the table, and as the water continued to rise, she took refuge on top of the old-fashioned four-poster bedstead---and there they found her when the men returned with the canoes. By this time they could go in at one door and out at the other in the canoes.
The cow was tied to one canoe and the horses to others, and for them it was swim or die. Down the river they went---trees, brush, and many other objects floating past them as they paddled along. Finally, an object came floating by that proved to be a four-poster bedstead with someone's nightcap yet on the post. I have often heard my grandfather speak of this trip down the river, and always of the nightcap with a chuckle, for even in their sorrowful plight, it called forth a smile from the men. But it also called forth sympathy from Harvey Crozier, as it was evident some other poor family was perhaps worse off than he, for although he had been run out by the water, he was headed for his new home near Rousseau, which was safe from all the flooded streams. When the canoes, loaded with as many of his belongings as they were able to get into them, reached Rousseau, many willing hands were ready to help them unload and take these things to a place of shelter.
The new cabin was soon finished, it standing in the field south and east of the present house. A log stable was also built. When the flood waters had subsided, the husband and wife went back to Red Rock to get their belongings they had failed to get when they left their home in the canoes.
They found the table upon which the dishes had been placed had been, in their haste, pushed over the trap door leading to the cellar, and, the cellar became filled with water, the door was floating up, upsetting the table, and all the dishes, etc., had fallen into the cellar below and were buried in the mud. My mother's wooden doll also perished."
The following contributed by Richard Carle:
According to Fessie M. Smith: "James Harvey Crozier, known as Harvey, with his wife and two children, came to Iowa in the Fall of 1849 form Ross Co., OH, being joined by Harvey's brother Robert. Robert Crozier and his wife had been living in Fulton Co., IL for about one year, prior to joining Harvey's family on the move to Iowa. Upon ariving in Iowa, the two families settled at Red Rock in Marion Co.
The land for their two farms was entered as one farm in Robert Crozier's name, with Robert making the trip to Iowa City and back again, that city being Iowa's capital at that time. Harvey Crozier's land was later deeded to him by Robert; these two farms being the present homes of the Hamricks and the Smiths.
The History of Marion Co., gives a brief account of Robert Crozier. The excitement over the discovery of gold in California ran high in Marion Co. So, probably in 1851, Robert Crozier loaded his family into a prairie schooner drawn by a team of oxen and started for the western El Dorado.
Harvey Crozier lived at Red Rock until 1951 while a new home was being built near Rousseau. The new log cabin was being built when it began to rain, and it rained, and it rained. The Des Moines River got higher, and higher. The river banks overflowed, and the water was all the time creeping nearer to the Crozier home at Red Rock.
Seeing they were in danger, the two children were taken to some home for safety, and the young father called for men and canoes to move their belongings down the river to their new home. While the husband was absent the water came up into the house as the young wife hurriedly packed together everything she could to be placed into the canoes. All the dishes, cooking utensils, etc., she piled on top the table, and as the water continued to rise, she took refuge on top of the old-fashioned four-poster bedstead---and there they found her when the men returned with the canoes. By this time they could go in at one door and out at the other in the canoes.
The cow was tied to one canoe and the horses to others, and for them it was swim or die. Down the river they went---trees, brush, and many other objects floating past them as they paddled along. Finally, an object came floating by that proved to be a four-poster bedstead with someone's nightcap yet on the post. I have often heard my grandfather speak of this trip down the river, and always of the nightcap with a chuckle, for even in their sorrowful plight, it called forth a smile from the men. But it also called forth sympathy from Harvey Crozier, as it was evident some other poor family was perhaps worse off than he, for although he had been run out by the water, he was headed for his new home near Rousseau, which was safe from all the flooded streams. When the canoes, loaded with as many of his belongings as they were able to get into them, reached Rousseau, many willing hands were ready to help them unload and take these things to a place of shelter.
The new cabin was soon finished, it standing in the field south and east of the present house. A log stable was also built. When the flood waters had subsided, the husband and wife went back to Red Rock to get their belongings they had failed to get when they left their home in the canoes.
They found the table upon which the dishes had been placed had been, in their haste, pushed over the trap door leading to the cellar, and, the cellar became filled with water, the door was floating up, upsetting the table, and all the dishes, etc., had fallen into the cellar below and were buried in the mud. My mother's wooden doll also perished."
James "Harvey" is a son of Christopher and Elizabeth E. (Walker) Crozier, and the husband of Margaret (Bragg) Crozier.
The following contributed by Richard Carle:
According to Fessie M. Smith: "James Harvey Crozier, known as Harvey, with his wife and two children, came to Iowa in the Fall of 1849 form Ross Co., OH, being joined by Harvey's brother Robert. Robert Crozier and his wife had been living in Fulton Co., IL for about one year, prior to joining Harvey's family on the move to Iowa. Upon ariving in Iowa, the two families settled at Red Rock in Marion Co.
The land for their two farms was entered as one farm in Robert Crozier's name, with Robert making the trip to Iowa City and back again, that city being Iowa's capital at that time. Harvey Crozier's land was later deeded to him by Robert; these two farms being the present homes of the Hamricks and the Smiths.
The History of Marion Co., gives a brief account of Robert Crozier. The excitement over the discovery of gold in California ran high in Marion Co. So, probably in 1851, Robert Crozier loaded his family into a prairie schooner drawn by a team of oxen and started for the western El Dorado.
Harvey Crozier lived at Red Rock until 1951 while a new home was being built near Rousseau. The new log cabin was being built when it began to rain, and it rained, and it rained. The Des Moines River got higher, and higher. The river banks overflowed, and the water was all the time creeping nearer to the Crozier home at Red Rock.
Seeing they were in danger, the two children were taken to some home for safety, and the young father called for men and canoes to move their belongings down the river to their new home. While the husband was absent the water came up into the house as the young wife hurriedly packed together everything she could to be placed into the canoes. All the dishes, cooking utensils, etc., she piled on top the table, and as the water continued to rise, she took refuge on top of the old-fashioned four-poster bedstead---and there they found her when the men returned with the canoes. By this time they could go in at one door and out at the other in the canoes.
The cow was tied to one canoe and the horses to others, and for them it was swim or die. Down the river they went---trees, brush, and many other objects floating past them as they paddled along. Finally, an object came floating by that proved to be a four-poster bedstead with someone's nightcap yet on the post. I have often heard my grandfather speak of this trip down the river, and always of the nightcap with a chuckle, for even in their sorrowful plight, it called forth a smile from the men. But it also called forth sympathy from Harvey Crozier, as it was evident some other poor family was perhaps worse off than he, for although he had been run out by the water, he was headed for his new home near Rousseau, which was safe from all the flooded streams. When the canoes, loaded with as many of his belongings as they were able to get into them, reached Rousseau, many willing hands were ready to help them unload and take these things to a place of shelter.
The new cabin was soon finished, it standing in the field south and east of the present house. A log stable was also built. When the flood waters had subsided, the husband and wife went back to Red Rock to get their belongings they had failed to get when they left their home in the canoes.
They found the table upon which the dishes had been placed had been, in their haste, pushed over the trap door leading to the cellar, and, the cellar became filled with water, the door was floating up, upsetting the table, and all the dishes, etc., had fallen into the cellar below and were buried in the mud. My mother's wooden doll also perished."
The following contributed by Richard Carle:
According to Fessie M. Smith: "James Harvey Crozier, known as Harvey, with his wife and two children, came to Iowa in the Fall of 1849 form Ross Co., OH, being joined by Harvey's brother Robert. Robert Crozier and his wife had been living in Fulton Co., IL for about one year, prior to joining Harvey's family on the move to Iowa. Upon ariving in Iowa, the two families settled at Red Rock in Marion Co.
The land for their two farms was entered as one farm in Robert Crozier's name, with Robert making the trip to Iowa City and back again, that city being Iowa's capital at that time. Harvey Crozier's land was later deeded to him by Robert; these two farms being the present homes of the Hamricks and the Smiths.
The History of Marion Co., gives a brief account of Robert Crozier. The excitement over the discovery of gold in California ran high in Marion Co. So, probably in 1851, Robert Crozier loaded his family into a prairie schooner drawn by a team of oxen and started for the western El Dorado.
Harvey Crozier lived at Red Rock until 1951 while a new home was being built near Rousseau. The new log cabin was being built when it began to rain, and it rained, and it rained. The Des Moines River got higher, and higher. The river banks overflowed, and the water was all the time creeping nearer to the Crozier home at Red Rock.
Seeing they were in danger, the two children were taken to some home for safety, and the young father called for men and canoes to move their belongings down the river to their new home. While the husband was absent the water came up into the house as the young wife hurriedly packed together everything she could to be placed into the canoes. All the dishes, cooking utensils, etc., she piled on top the table, and as the water continued to rise, she took refuge on top of the old-fashioned four-poster bedstead---and there they found her when the men returned with the canoes. By this time they could go in at one door and out at the other in the canoes.
The cow was tied to one canoe and the horses to others, and for them it was swim or die. Down the river they went---trees, brush, and many other objects floating past them as they paddled along. Finally, an object came floating by that proved to be a four-poster bedstead with someone's nightcap yet on the post. I have often heard my grandfather speak of this trip down the river, and always of the nightcap with a chuckle, for even in their sorrowful plight, it called forth a smile from the men. But it also called forth sympathy from Harvey Crozier, as it was evident some other poor family was perhaps worse off than he, for although he had been run out by the water, he was headed for his new home near Rousseau, which was safe from all the flooded streams. When the canoes, loaded with as many of his belongings as they were able to get into them, reached Rousseau, many willing hands were ready to help them unload and take these things to a place of shelter.
The new cabin was soon finished, it standing in the field south and east of the present house. A log stable was also built. When the flood waters had subsided, the husband and wife went back to Red Rock to get their belongings they had failed to get when they left their home in the canoes.
They found the table upon which the dishes had been placed had been, in their haste, pushed over the trap door leading to the cellar, and, the cellar became filled with water, the door was floating up, upsetting the table, and all the dishes, etc., had fallen into the cellar below and were buried in the mud. My mother's wooden doll also perished."
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