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Adam Hoobler In 1755, two brothers, Adam and John Hubler, landed in Pennsylvania from the good ship Virtuous Grace of Rotterdam, John Bull Master. The past they played in the early history of our country is largely a matter of conjecture. Their German name seemed to be "Hubler", but in the next generation we find the spelling changed to "Hoobler". James E. Hoobler of Clarkston, Washington says that as he remembers it, the name was spelled "Hoobler" by mistake on the brotherís naturalization papers, and this spelling was then adapted. (It should be remembered that in these early pioneer days in America, very few people were literate. Many public officials spelled largely by sound. This accounts for the various spelling of names of many early families.) Accounts of John, the second Son of Adam have not been found. We assume that John was born around the same timeframe of Adam, sometime between 1732 and 1738.
Adam and his brother John were probably born in Germany. In the United States, Adam was a buyer and shipper of horses. He shipped these horses from Pennsylvania to the Atlantic Coast. On one of these trips he was robbed and killed. In Pennsylvania, they were known as "Pennsylvania Dutch". Adam had three Sons, William, Jacob, and Samuel. The family of William Hoobler is continued but we do not have information about Jacob and Samuel, Adam's other two sons.
William, Son of Adam Hoobler, was born probably in Washington County, Pennsylvania. He married Mary Spears who was Pennsylvania Dutch. They moved from Washington County, Pennsylvania to a farm 3 miles south of Wattsville, Ohio, but across county line in Jefferson County, Ohio about 1820. (Wattsville is a small town 5 miles north of Bergholtz, Ohio.) His family probably was born here, in the early fifties they moved to Steubenville, Ohio. William was a cobbler here for some time. In this old age they moved to Nebo, now Bergholtz, Ohio and lived with their daughter, Sarah (Hoobler) Alien. Mary died of internal injuries received when she was thrown from a runaway horse, at age 71. William died of pneumonia at the age of 84. They were buried in the United Presbyterian cemetery at Scrogifield, Carroll County, Ohio. William and Mary had ten children.
Alexander Hoobler, born 1828 (Son of Alexander, William Alexander Hoobler b. 1865 continued on our website)
Hoobler, born in 1834
Hoobler, married David Allen, died in 1910
Hoobler, married William Hauser
Mary Hoobler, married John Saunders
Margaret Hoobler, married James Roudybush
Susan Hoobler, married John Roudybush
Hoobler, married Frank Kean
Hoobler, Her husband's last name was Stewart
K. Hoobler, born and died in March of 1916, married Nancy Pinnock
Alexander Hoobler son of William and Mary (Spears) Hoobler, was born February 13, 1828 on a farm 3 miles south of Wattsville, Ohio. As a young man, he worked with his father at the cobblerís trade in Steubenville, Ohio. He married Caroline Udora Harlan on January 5, 1851 in Wattsville, Ohio.
Soon after their marriage they moved to Wheeling, West Virginia, then to Newmartinsville, West Virginia. About 1864 they purchased a small farm adjoining a small town of Pine Grove, West Virginia, up a creek 10 or 12 miles north of Newmartinsville and farmed as well as continued the cobblers trade. In about 1866 they moved back to the old farm one mile east of Wattsville, where they lived for the rest of their lives. This farm was in Fox Township and consisted of 70 acres of land, much of which was untillable timberland. Caroline died March 20, 1901 of influenza at the age of 74. After her death Alexander lived alone and was found dead in bed by a neighbor on November 16, 1907. He presumably died of heart trouble. It was recalled at the time of his death that he had mentioned to this neighbor the night before, of feeling tired but aside from this he had never complained of his health. The children of Alexander and Caroline:
Orrin W. Hoobler, born December 11, 1851
son of Alexander and Caroline Udora (Harlan) Hoobler, was born December 11, 1851
in Newmartinsville, West Virginia and died June 14, 1852.
Albert F. Hoobler, born March 23, 1854
F., son of Alexander and Caroline Udora (Harlan) Hoobler, was born March 23,
1854 in Newmartinsville, West Virginia and died February 20, 1920. He married
Milinda Burrier on March 28, 1878. They lived for several years in Marion,
Indiana. He died of pneumonia at Neosho, Missouri. Names of only two of their
children can be recalled by living sibling's of Albert's, although there were
apparently five children according to a picture of the family group.
Marion Mayfield Hoobler, born September 2, 1855
Marion Mayfield, daughter of Alexander and Caroline Udora (Harlan) Hoobler, was born September 2, 1855 in Newmartinsville, West Virginia. Marion married Joseph Henry Close on June 29, 1887 in Kimball, South Dakota. In 1864, when she was nine years old, the family moved to the farm one mile east of Wattsville, Ohio. In 1878, Marion left home and went to an aunt, Sarah Worthington, her mother's sister and then to her mother's cousin, Mrs. Sharnock, to learn dressmaking. She returned home in 1885, and in November came to White Lake, then known as Yorktown, Dakota Territory, South Dakota. She came by invitation to visit relatives; as two brothers, James E. and Eli Harlan, and a sister, Ida Mae had already settled on homesteads around White Lake. She was met at the station by James Henry Dunbar and a neighbor and distant relative of James', Joseph Henry Close, her future husband, whom she had seen only a few times back in Ohio. Ill health may have contributed to her decision to stay in Dakota. It is not remembered whether she brought her sewing machine with her or whether she sent back for it. At any rate, it arrived, and until her marriage, she made her home at the Dunbars and worked at her trade of dressmaking in the various pioneer homes. (This sewing machine, a Domestic, was still in use in 1936 and was owned by her daughter, Emma Ethel.) They lived on the farm Joseph homesteaded 11 miles south and three miles west of White Lake, South Dakota. She died at this home on the morning of August 12, 1917. She is buried in the Dunlap Methodist Episcopal Church cemetery, the church she and Joseph were prime movers in founding.
Eli Harlan Hoobler, born May 21, 1857
Eli Harlan, son of Alexander and Caroline Udora (Harlan) Hoobler was born May 21, 1857 in Newmartinsville, West Virginia and died January 29, 1920. He married Rachel Alice Close who was born September 6, 1860. In the spring of 1883 they took up a farm near White Lake, South Dakota. Some years later they returned to Wattsville, Ohio where Eli continued to farm. Then to Salem, Ohio where he was employed as a machinist till he died of pneumonia. Alice was still living in 1936. There were several letters from her giving information for this history.
Eva Gray Hoobler, born September 24, 1858
Eva Gray, daughter of Alexander and Caroline Udora (Harlan) Hoobler was born September 24, 1858 in Newmartinsville, West Virginia and was the twin sister of Ida Mae Hoobler. Eva died December 2, 1858.
Ida Mae Hoobler, born September 24, 1858
Ida Mae, daughter of Alexander and Caroline Udora (Harlan) Hoobler was born September 24, 1858 in Newmartinsville, West Virginia and was the twin sister of Eva Gray Hoobler. Ida married James Henry Dunbar. They lived one of his father's, George's, farms until the spring of 1883 when they took up a settler's claim for a farm near White Lake, South Dakota. They lived on this farm until March 1, 1915 when they retired from active farming and moved to Mitchell, South Dakota where in 1939 they were both living. About 1910 her son, George, was stricken with spinal meningitis at Lead, South Dakota. She went immediately to care for him. George died of the disease and soon after her return home she was stricken with the disease herself. After a lingering illness she recovered but left her entirely blind.
James E. Hoobler, born December 19, 1860
E., son of Alexander and Caroline Udora (Harlan) Hoobler was born December 19,
1860 in Newmartinsville, West Virginia. He left home in 1879 and lived in
Illinois till he moved on out to Dakota Territory. He seems to have started the
Hoobler influence in this territory. He arrived in White Lake in September,
1882. Eli Harlan Hoobler and wife and two children, Edgar and James; and Ida Mae
(Hoobler) Dunbar and husband and two children, Ira Lloyd and Mary Elise, came in
the spring of 1883. He married Alicia Jones on November 25, 1886. Under the date
of April 9, 1935, he gives the following facts of his life:
When a small boy back in Ohio hills, I listened to father and my older brother's
talk about the Western Prairies, and I made up my mind then that I was going
West just as soon as I could get there. . . . when I moved to South Dakota, I
went all alone and did not know anyone in the state, that was when I landed at
White Lake, called at that time, Yorktown, that was in September, 1882. I had
taught school in Illinois and expected to teach in South Dakota but when I
arrived there on the first winter there was but three little one room schools in
the county, one at White Lake, one at Plankington and one out north on the
Firesteel Creek. But within 2 years, there was something like 100 new schools in
the country. I first took a job at Preemption 2 miles west of White Lake, and
the later sold that secured the homestead in Troy Lake Top and the first winter
there, I taught the school one mile west of Dunbars. And there your Aunt Alicia
went to school to me in the winter of 1884-1885. And on Thanksgiving Day 1886 we
were married and 3 years later moved to Madison, South Dakota where we lived for
most of the time for 14 years and then moved to Clarkston, Washington . . . I
had been in different kinds of business during my life, retired from the
hardware business three years ago, principally on account of my age. (I am now
74 years old.)"
lived at Madison, South Dakota he followed his early trade of tailor. In
Clarkston, Washington after he retired from the hardware business, he opened a
real estate, insurance and loan office, as well as being County Agent, Federal
Land Bank representative, Notary Public and Policy Judge. His son, Lester, took
over his hardware business. They also raised an orphan girl and gave her a
Julia Ann Hoobler, born May 8, 1862
Julia Ann, daughter of Alexander and Caroline Udora (Harlan) Hoobler was born May 8, 1862 in Newmartinsville, West Virginia and died August 31, 1862.
Sarah Elizabeth Hoobler, born September 18, 1863
Elizabeth, daughter of Alexander and Caroline Udora (Harlan) Hoobler was born
September 18, 1863 in Newmartinsville, West Virginia and died September 14,
1935. She married Charles E. Moore on April 6, 1887 and he died April 6, 1894 of
acute nephritis. They farmed in Carrollton, Ohio. Elizabeth died of an
apoplectic stroke. Both are buried at Carrollton, Ohio.
William Alexander Hoobler, born August 26, 1865
William Alexander, son of Alexander and Caroline Udora (Harlan) Hoobler, was born in Wattsville, Ohio on August 26, 1865. William married Leona Alsadie (Sadie) Barrington on October 3, 1888 at Kimball, South Dakota. Sadie, daughter of James and Rachel (Bennett) Barrington, was born at Shullsburg in Lafayette County, Wisconsin on February 28, 1871. (See BARRINGTON and BENNETT History for further information on families.)
Carrie B. Hoobler, born November 16, 1869
following paragraph provide additional information about Alexander Hoobler)
Recollections of My Grandfather, Alexander Hoobler by Dr. William
Alexander Moore, Sterling Colorado
I first saw the light of day on his 60th birthday, so his early life was unknown
to me save through the stories he told me when I was a small boy and while he
was a master storyteller, the years have dimmed my memory until I can recall
these tales he told me only in the most sketchy manner. I will not try to tell
any of these tales, for I am nor sure that I could do so with any degress of
accuracy, but will rather endeavor to write a short sketch of my recollections
of him as I know him.
Grandpa was fond of all children, but especially boys and while he had many
grandsons, I happened to be the only one available to him. The others were
widely scattered; some in South Dakota, some in Idaho, and one, Lester Hoobler,
in Washington State. I alone live in Ohio and only a few miles from Grandpa's
farm, and there I spent my early summers and what happy summers they were. Most
vividly of all do I recall the evening I spent with him fishing in the little
creek or roaming the timber that at that time covered the ridges. He taught me
to shoot with a rifle and to know every medicinal plant and it's properties as
well as to identify every bird or animal in the woods by its call. He also
tried, but in vain, to teach me how to imitate those calls. He was a master of
this art and I have seen him coax many a squirrel to come around the hole of a
tree to its disaster, for when he leveled down on a squirrel with his long shiny
muzzle loading rifle there could be but one result, and it was always shoot in
the head - a body shot he considered a disgrace. "If a squirrel is in a
hold in a tree barking at you," he explained, "always make sure both
front feet are outside the hole before you shoot, for if either front foot is
inside, it will always fall back in and you will lose it, but if both are
outside it will struggle out and fall to the ground." I have often proved
the truth of his statement to my own satisfaction. He knew the woods and the
entire outdoors and he was never too tired that he could not take an hour of a
summer evening to make one of these jaunts with me. I knew they meant as much to
him as they did to me. He was all at once teacher, hero, friend and counselor,
the man who knew everything; such a man should be a part of the life of every
Grandpa had enjoyed only slight education of the formal kind, however, he
possessed a trait that more than compensated for that lack, a trait all too
seldom found even among persons of good education; the ability to deduce unknown
facts from a knowledge of a few fundamental principles. He was resourceful and
even ingenious. When he wanted something that did not exist or that he could not
afford to buy, he made it with the aid of a few carpenter tools and a small wood
burning forge. For example, he made a frame for a woodsaw that enable one man to
do almost the work of two. It worked with a lever and a metal belt. He broke his
wire fence stretcher and Robinson's General Store at Wattsville did not have any
in stock and he had no time to go to Carrolton for one so her invented and made
a better one than the type then in use, and was using it two hours after he
conceived the idea.
His general knowledge was extensive and I know that he loved to grapple with
knotty problems that arose and quite often he found the solution. When his
neighbors had trouble they brought them to him and he usually found a way to
surmount them. While he had never had any medical or surgical training, he was
the man the community looked to when their domestic animals were sick or
injured, and to my personal knowledge, he accomplished many things that they
teach you in medical school cannot be done.
Tom Lee's cow was unable to give birth to her calf in the natural way, though
Grandpa tried for two hours to turn it. Most men would have given up, but she
was a good cow. Tom was a poor man and Grandpa was resourceful and energetic,
so, to the amazement of the neighbors who had as usual gathered to offer
suggestions, he did a Cesarean operation, taking the calf through her flank and
saved both cow and calf.
Neal Ligget's family mare stepped into a woodchuck hole and broke her leg. Neal
said it would be better to shoot her but Grandpa declined to do that.
"Let's save her," he said, "even if she is lame for life, at
least she can raise you a good colt each year and it would be a pity to kill
such a faithful animal." Neal agreed, though I know he was skeptical, but
Grandpa called for ropes, pulleys and grain sacks, using the latter to put under
the mare's body, since ropes would cut into her flesh. Soon she was swung clear,
suspended from two heavy logs in the barn. Then he brought the broken ends of
the bone together and enclosed the member in a cast made from the staves of a
sugar barrel, strips torn from a bed sheet and the stiff blue clay found in the
beds of many streams in Eastern Ohio. The mare stayed thus for a number of weeks
and when at last they let her down and took the cast off, she was so weak she
could hardly stand up, but she lived for many years and was not even lame,
though she always had a lump at the site of the fracture.
An old friend of Grandpa's once told me an anecdote of him that I consider
worthy of recording here. There was a turkey shoot held at Wattsville on the day
before Thanksgiving and Grandpa had been given no notice of it, since skill with
a rifle made him the terror of all contestants. The match was about to begin
when Grandpa drove up in his buckboard, "Well gentlemen," said he,
"I see you are about to have a match, through somebody's oversight, I had
no word of the shoot and just happened to be driving by. I don't have my rifle
with me, but I can soon go home and get it, if necessary, however, I'll tell you
what I'll do. I'll pay my entrance fee, take my pick of the turkeys and go home.
If that is agreeable, as I said, I can go home and get my gun." For a few
minutes there was a whispered conversation among the men directing the match,
then the one in charge nodded his head and Grandpa paid his quarter, took his
turkey and went home, much to the relief of everybody.
For many years he served as justice of the peace besides acting as administrator
of estate, executor of wills and guardian of minors, all of which trusts he
faithfully and honestly discharged and I believe the greatest tribute I can pay
him would be to state that while he had every opportunity to enrich himself out
of those trusts, and that without fear of detection, he died a poor man.
Considering my grandfather in retrospect, I do not believe I was far wrong when
as a small boy I rated him as a super-man. True he had his faults but the simple
homely virtues, so rare in these days, were his and his long life was one
devoted largely to good deeds, to his fellows. He never affiliated with any
church and seldom attended any religious service, aside from funerals of his
friends and neighbors, however, while he never directly mentioned this matter in
my presence, I am convinced that deep in his heart he was a deeply religious
man, a man who had discovered God for himself out of a wealth of experience and
who believed the best and most practical way of serving Him lay in service to
his fellow men. He loved little children and I know that his freedom from the
ultra austere religious attitude, so common among his contemporaries was an
important factor in so greatly endearing him to me. He was a philosopher who
knew how to get much out of life and most important of all, he understood the
true values of life.
He never accumulated any great amount of property, the kind of farm he had was
not the sort that makes it's owner wealthy, but his acres were clear and he had
enough and he raised his numerous sons and daughters to make them a credit to
himself and useful members of society.
During his last years he had plenty of trouble: Grandma had been a hopeless
invalid for many years, a victim of inflammatory rheumatism, and required
constant care, much of which devolved upon him. At times she was very trying, as
persons so afflicted are likely to be. His youngest child, Aunty Carrie, was
considerable of charge and a trial to him, yet he never complained or showed his
sorrows to others by word or manner.
But his last years were not entirely unhappy; his horses, his dog, his pipe and
fiddle and the joys that attend an ability to commune with nature in all here
visible forms, largely compensate for these other troubles and the last time I
saw him, a year before his death, he was the same hale and hearty old man he had
always been so far as I could see and with all his wanted cheerfulness.
Alexander Hoobler, friend and companion of my childhood days, I salute you.
There are all too few men of your stamp that walk the earth today.
following pages are some personal glimpses of the personality of Caroline Udora
(Harlan) Hoobler , written by the authors as indicated.
of My Mother, Caroline Udora (Harlan) Hoobler
Alexander Hoobler, Boise, Idaho
Complying with your request of recent date, I will say that I was next to the
youngest of eight and left home at 18 years old for South Dakota and was never
home again but will tell you what I can and let you reconstruct the same to suit
yourself. I do not remember a time when mother was not a sufferer from
rheumatism and later became bed fast and during all of her suffering she was the
most patient person I ever saw, never complained nor found fault with the
attention she received from the family. Her whole life was dedicated to the
welfare of her family and she spent many happy hours reading her Bible and fully
believed that there was a future happiness beyond the grave.
I remember that she once wrote me that all of her children had passed maturity
and not one of them had to her knowledge caused her any unnecessary worry, a
fact which she had prayed for nightly all of those years. Before her affliction
prevented, she very frequently attended the sick people of our acquaintance
without charge, and acted as nurse or midwife as the occasion demanded. In those
days there were no hospital or nurses and doctors were very scarce.
was in the possession of Ida Mae (Hoobler) Dunbar and sent by her husband, James
I take my pen in hand to write you a few lines to let you know that we are well
at present and I hope you are the same. I am sorry to hear you are so
discontented. I wish you lived nearer so we could get to see you. The river is
so low that no boats can run and times is so hard. We can't get the money to
come and Sarah is not been very well this summer and she has great deal of work
to do. You must not think of her if you lived near. We would try and see you but
we can't come when we have no money to come.
I must inform you that Jimmy never sent me no money. I expect he has forgotten
his mother. Poor boy, God help him to remember me. I don't no where he is or
where he is in the land of the living. The last I heard of him, he had got his
discharge from the Army.
Cal [Caroline], I want you to put your trust in the Lord and he will take care
of you in your sickness. Pray to him to give grace and spare your life to raise
your children and he will never forsake you. I am truly sorry you did not come
to Ohio. I hope you will see better days. I expect to go to Pittsburg and live
with Rocky [Roxanna} when she gets to housekeeping. Everything is so high and it
takes so much to pay board. Rocky is poor chance to get along. Times is so hard
and everything is so high. O that I could hear from my boy. I feel very lonely
at times with my boy exposed to danger on the soil so far away but my spirit
shall not mummer though a tear bedden my view. Excuse my short letter Cal.