Elizabeth, called Lizzie by her family, immigrated to the United States with her mother and siblings in October 1871 aboard the clipper ship 'City of Paris.' They journeyed through Chicago just one day before the Great Chicago Fire before rejoining the husband and father of the family, David Wishart, at Salena, Kansas. David had come over in 1869, working for two years as a stonemason before he could save enough money to bring his family over. Despite the careful planning of David and Jane, they were informed that all the baggage they had brought with them had been lost in the fire, given that the train depot they had traveled through was burned to the ground. Such was the beginning of a new life for the Wisharts in the promised land of America. And yet as millions of other immigrants would do, despite the unexpected blows of life they put the plow to the sod and the thread in the needle and kept on keeping on.

Eventually both the Wisharts and the Meyers settled in the Upper Valley (Parkdale) of Oregon. Their homesteads bordered one another. The only living witness who had any direct memory of Herman and Lizzie was their grandson, Marvin Meyers, who reminisced about the Parkdale home of his grandparents.

"It was a nice home. They were pretty well fixed. Their house was always neat as a pin, with a lot of nice things. They had a brand-new record player, a Victrola, that we kids played records on. Grandma Meyers had a nice, big garden, a couple of gardens. And a lot of flowers around her house. Grandpa - I can't hardly remember him, but I remember I liked him a lot. And everytime we'd visit them he would say to me, "You want to see the horses?" which, of course, I did. All kids love horses. So he would take me by the hand and take me out to his barn. I can remember Grandpa being very kind and gentle with me. He either carried me or held my hand as he took me all around his farm and showed me everything. He had a lot of horses. I can remember one team, Nell and Bird. And then he had another horse that he would work with them, or trade off and match up with Nell or Bird. They were Belgians. He used them to farm with, to log with, and he built roads with them. I think he was into a lot of construction work. In those days a man's pride and joy was his horses, and people took great care of their horses. Grandma Meyers was tall and slender. She was an excellent cook. Boy! She could cook! The first thing we kids would do when we got to their home was run to her cookie jar. She always had homemade cookies in her cookie jar."