~Written in 2017~
"Jean Fritz, the author of nearly 50 books for children, most of them fast-paced, vividly written works of history and biography, died May 14 at a retirement home in Sleepy Hollow, N.Y.
"Jean Fritz, the author of nearly 50 books for children, most of them fast-paced, vividly written works of history and biography, died May 14 at a retirement home in Sleepy Hollow, N.Y.
She was
101.
The cause was complications from
pneumonia, said her son, David Fritz."
Jean Fritz had more of an affect on my life than nearly any other person, and I had never even met her. Yet, it was she who got the historical ball rolling for me.
Who is Jean Fritz, you ask?
Why, she is the author of the one book that inspired me like no other book has ever done.I am certain that nearly everyone of us who loves and studies the past can pinpoint the time in our lives that we became history nerds. For some it may have been their first visit to Gettysburg, Greenfield Village, Colonial Williamsburg or some other historic place that initially captured their interest and imagination. To others it may have been because they had a teacher in school who had given them that spark.
Me? My mom said I "came out of the womb into history" (yes, this is a direct quote).
Yeah, it's true...I don't remember a time when I didn't have an infatuation for America's past; the seed was planted very early. So it was there...in my beginning...
However, I can tell you of when the "big bang" of my personal passion for times long gone occurred---that moment when my interest in the past took hold and never let go; it was when I purchased a book while I was not quite yet out of my single digit age.
For regular readers of Passion for the Past, you may recall in other postings where I have mentioned a book about life in colonial times called "The Cabin Faced West" and how it affected me and played a pivotal role in my future in history. I bought my copy at a school book fair many years ago when I was only around nine - we're talking 1970 here. And, as a young boy, I didn't care that it was a story based around a girl who was about the same age as I, for it was also about history that showed daily life, and there weren't very many like it available at that time. In school, even way back then, we were instructed to learn names of famous people (usually politicians), historic events (usually wars), and dates of said events. Though I understood the importance of knowing this information - and I did learn it - names and dates was what I was not quite as interested in.
I wanted to know how people lived in the past.
I wanted to read what it was like for people like me to live back then; people I may have known had I lived in those old days.
I wanted to know of their everyday lives.
And, as mentioned, this one book, more than any other I have read, was life-changing for me, for it directed my future course into my passion for American History. I still have my original copy and read its yellowed and brittle pages every couple of years.
I still enjoy it to this day.
Jean Fritz, near and dear to my historical soul, was not the most well-known author; children's history books aren't usually best sellers, and even less so now in today's age than in the time of my youth, so I am not surprised at the blank stares I receive upon mentioning her name. She began her literary career by writing for Humpty Dumpty Magazine, and then started to write typical fiction “picture books” for children. Not long after, she turned to history after realizing “the facts were more exciting to me than my own stories.”
For regular readers of Passion for the Past, you may recall in other postings where I have mentioned a book about life in colonial times called "The Cabin Faced West" and how it affected me and played a pivotal role in my future in history. I bought my copy at a school book fair many years ago when I was only around nine - we're talking 1970 here. And, as a young boy, I didn't care that it was a story based around a girl who was about the same age as I, for it was also about history that showed daily life, and there weren't very many like it available at that time. In school, even way back then, we were instructed to learn names of famous people (usually politicians), historic events (usually wars), and dates of said events. Though I understood the importance of knowing this information - and I did learn it - names and dates was what I was not quite as interested in.
I wanted to know how people lived in the past.
I wanted to read what it was like for people like me to live back then; people I may have known had I lived in those old days.
I wanted to know of their everyday lives.
And, as mentioned, this one book, more than any other I have read, was life-changing for me, for it directed my future course into my passion for American History. I still have my original copy and read its yellowed and brittle pages every couple of years.
I still enjoy it to this day.
Jean Fritz, near and dear to my historical soul, was not the most well-known author; children's history books aren't usually best sellers, and even less so now in today's age than in the time of my youth, so I am not surprised at the blank stares I receive upon mentioning her name. She began her literary career by writing for Humpty Dumpty Magazine, and then started to write typical fiction “picture books” for children. Not long after, she turned to history after realizing “the facts were more exciting to me than my own stories.”
Part of her inspiration for
exploring American history came from her childhood, which was spent in China where her parents were missionaries.
"The first 13 years of my life I lived in China. My parents were missionaries there, and I was an only child. Often I felt lonely and out of place. While we lived (there), my parents often spoke fondly of their memories in the United States, and my father shared fascinating tales about American heroes. I began to form strong emotional bonds to the United States.
"The first 13 years of my life I lived in China. My parents were missionaries there, and I was an only child. Often I felt lonely and out of place. While we lived (there), my parents often spoke fondly of their memories in the United States, and my father shared fascinating tales about American heroes. I began to form strong emotional bonds to the United States.
I was American, but I didn’t feel
like an American.”
It didn’t help that a British bully at the school she attended often taunted her about the country she scarcely knew.
It didn’t help that a British bully at the school she attended often taunted her about the country she scarcely knew.
“Every day at recess,” Mrs. Fritz
said in 1990, “that boy came up to me and said, ‘George Washington is a
stinker.’ So I had to fight. I was the only one there to defend my country.
I developed a homesickness
that made me want to embrace not just a given part of America at a given time, but the whole of it. My interest in writing about American history stemmed
originally, I think, from a subconscious desire to find roots - I felt like a
girl without a country. I have put down roots quite firmly by now, but in the
process I have discovered the joys of research.
Throughout
my years of writing, I have taken on plenty of people, starting with George
Washington in 'The Cabin Faced West' (1958).”
That was Mrs. Fritz's first
historical book, and was based on a family story about her
great-great-grandmother, who encountered George Washington on horseback in a
remote part of western Pennsylvania and invited him to join her family for
supper.
Jean Fritz then embarked on a series of
books on heroes of the Revolutionary War, followed by others on explorers, presidents and historically significant women. Her books were
illustrated by a variety of artists, including Tomie de Paola and Margot Tomes.
This authoress did monumental amounts of
research for her books, including visiting the places where her subjects had
lived. Much of the dialogue in her books was taken from the historical record.
Among
other subjects, Mrs. Fritz also wrote about the Constitution and such historical
figures as Benjamin Franklin, Pocahontas, Christopher Columbus, Alexander
Hamilton, Paul Revere, George Washington’s mother, James Madison, Abraham Lincoln and
Theodore Roosevelt.
Personally, however, it was "The Cabin Faced West" that pulled me into the world of the past.Here is a quick synopsis of the story:
It is 1784, and young Ann Hamilton is living in rural western Pennsylvania with her parents and siblings. She is lonely from being in the isolated wilderness and longs for her old friends and cousin back east in Gettysburg; she does not enjoy living on what was then the frontier. Throughout the story we see her doing her daily chores, we learn how young people entertained themselves, and even how they did schooling when there was no school building to attend. One particular part that intrigued me when I first read it was when her cooking fire went out and she had to go and "borrow" fire (a real experience of the time that I knew nothing about from my school textbooks).
But when a great storm blows up and nearly ruins their crop - their means to survive - and when an unexpected stranger, who we find out is General George Washington, rides up the hill and stays for supper, well, you'll just have to read the book to find out what happens.
Yes, this is a book meant for the younger set (good for pre-teens to even young adults), but I still enjoy it to this day. The author has an engulfing way of bringing the past to life with actual historic detail.
I took note of the postscript at the end of the book where the author notes that "There really was an Ann Hamilton, she was my
great-great-grandmother."
And George Washington really visited and dined with the Hamiltons, as he himself wrote in his diary of September 18, 1784:
And George Washington really visited and dined with the Hamiltons, as he himself wrote in his diary of September 18, 1784:
18th. Set out with Doctr. Craik for my Land on Millers run (a branch of Shurtees [Chartier’s] Creek). Crossed the Monongahela at Deboirs Ferry—16 Miles from
Simpsons—bated at one Hamiltons about 4
Miles from it, in Washington County, and lodged at a Colo. Cannons on the
Waters of Shurtees Creek—a kind hospitable Man; & sensible.
In a Scholastic Books interview, Jean Fritz was asked: Can you tell me more about your great-great-grandmother, Ann
Hamilton?
“I can't tell you very much. I know Washington did stop and have dinner with the Hamiltons. I know she did marry Arthur Scott. I know as an old lady, she visited her daughter in Ohio and got sick, died, and was buried there. I was once in the town where she died. I looked up the church, went to the cemetery, and there she was. All the family members in the book The Cabin Faced West are real.”
“I can't tell you very much. I know Washington did stop and have dinner with the Hamiltons. I know she did marry Arthur Scott. I know as an old lady, she visited her daughter in Ohio and got sick, died, and was buried there. I was once in the town where she died. I looked up the church, went to the cemetery, and there she was. All the family members in the book The Cabin Faced West are real.”
In
the book The Cabin Faced West, did Daniel ever get married?
“I wish I knew! He went off to Kentucky. My family was embroiled in the Whiskey Rebellion (of 1794). And both of those brothers were very active in it. David stayed in western Pennsylvania and became master of the Hamilton house. Daniel went to Kentucky and disappeared, as far as I know.”
“I wish I knew! He went off to Kentucky. My family was embroiled in the Whiskey Rebellion (of 1794). And both of those brothers were very active in it. David stayed in western Pennsylvania and became master of the Hamilton house. Daniel went to Kentucky and disappeared, as far as I know.”
~The Life Summary of Ann:
When Ann Hamilton was born in 1767, in Adams, Pennsylvania, her father, William Alexander Hamilton, was 67 and her mother, Mary Bittenor, was 27. She married Arthur Scott Jr. about 1788. They were the parents of at least 5 sons and 5 daughters. She died on October 5, 1848, in Bath, Ohio, United States, at the age of 81, and was buried in Bath Center Cemetery, Bath Center, Summit, Ohio.
I don't usually make a big deal over famous people dying, but, for me, the passing of Jean Fritz is sad in a different sort of way.
Like losing a favorite teacher or a kind of mentor.
Yes, her death saddens me. And because of her influence on me, it is a bigger deal than, say, the death of a famous actor or musician (unless it's one of the Beatles - another major influence on my life).
I will continue to read The Cabin Faced West - my original copy, pictures at the top of this post - in honor of her.
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And now for the rest of the story:
As I was researching some
background information for this posting, I came across this wonderful bit of
information. It’s perfect if you, like me, enjoy hearing of the befores and
afters of the characters in books like this.
Wow---this just made The Cabin
Faced West come alive even more!
William Hamilton, son of Col. Nance
Hamilton, lived in York, now Adams County, Pennsylvania, the greater part of
his life. There is a deed on record where he sold four hundred acres of land
adjoining Gettysburg in 1765. From 1763 to 1780 he lived on his land on Marsh
Creek in the same area. In 1780, he, with his family, settled in Washington
County, Pennsylvania, at what is now known as Ginger Hill. He died there in
1786.
At the time of his death, papers of
Administration were taken out by his widow, Mary, and his son, David. The bond
was signed by Mary, David, John, and John Vance. The sale of his personal
property was on November 7, 1786. Among those that made purchases at the sale
we find the names of Mary, the widow, Mary the daughter, Daniel, David, and
John, all sons; and Henry McDonough, a son-in-law. The Hamilton family came to
Ginger Hill at about the same time Doctor John McMillen moved his family to the
country and began to organize Presbyterian churches.
The first house of William Hamilton
at Ginger Hill was a little square low-ceiling one-roomed house of stone and is
still standing. It was here the family first lived when they came to the
western frontier.
The first church built at Pigeon
Creek was about 1778 and probably the first in the entire county. The first
winter it was used for worship, it was neither chinked or daubed, and was
without fire. It was built of round logs; roof and door of clapboards. The
second church was of stone, built in 1797-1800.
The cemetery at Pigeon Creek Church
is among the oldest, if not THE oldest, in this section. The first burials were
about 1777. It was used afterwards by the citizens of an extensive territory. Among the nearly four unmarked and unknown graves are those of William and Mary
Hamilton.
In the early history of that
country there is a little anecdote that is interesting and runs as follows:
at one time when Gen. Washington
was passing through the country with Dr. Craik, they saw a girl by the roadside
picking blackberries. Dr. Craik asked her if George Washington could get his
dinner at her house. She replied, "Mother is going to have only peas and
potatoes for dinner; if George Washington can eat peas and potatoes, I expect
Father will give him his dinner." Dr. Craik assured her that George
Washington can eat peas and potatoes. The girl was our great-grandmother Ann
Hamilton, and her mother was Mary Hamilton, wife of William Hamilton, of Ginger
Hill.
The following is quoted from the
dairy of Washington, V. 2. September 18, 1784. "Set out with Dr. Craik for
my land on Millers's run (a branch of Shrutees Creek), crossed the Monongahela
at Davairs Ferry, 16 miles from Simpson --- baited at one Hamilton about 4
miles from it, in Washington, County, lodged at Col. Gannon's on the waters of
Shrutees Creek. "Baited at one Hamiltons" was William and Mary
Hamilton.
William and Mary Hamilton spent the
last days of their lives on a farm known as Ginger Hill in Washington County,
Pennsylvania. They spent the first part of their lives in "The Manor of
the Masque" in what is now Adams County, Pennsylvania, where all their
children were born.
Jane, the eldest daughter, married
Henry McDonough, some time prior to 1786. He was born, also, in the Manor of
the Masque, and is thought to have been a brother of the John McDonough who
willed his property to New Orleans and Baltimore, also a brother to the
Commodore Thomas McDonough. He first came to West Alexander, Pennsylvania where
his wife and children were massacred by the Indians. Later he married Jane
Hamilton and lived on a farm in Somerset Township until he died.
Daniel Hamilton, the oldest son, took an active part in the Whiskey Rebellion in 1794. In 1796 he sold his
property and moved to Kentucky with his brother, John Hamilton.
Mary Hamilton married Hugh Syley
soon after the death of her father. They had no children, and are buried in the
old cemetery in Washington, which has long since been discarded.
John Hamilton, the youngest son of
William Hamilton, went to Kentucky with his brother Daniel in 1796. Collins, in
his history of Kentucky, says he was known as Captain Hamilton. He died at the
age of nearly one hundred years.
Elizabeth Hamilton was united in
marriage to William Barr and moved west where they reared a large family, many
of the descendants being scattered throughout the west.
Margaret Hamilton, the youngest
daughter of William Hamilton, married David Bolton. They lived their lives in
Washington County and reared a large family. They are buried on the Hill farm.
Ann Hamilton Scott's tombstone
from Find-a-Grave
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Bath, Ohio is near the present city
of Akron, Ohio. David Hamilton was the second son of William Hamilton and a
brother of Ann Hamilton Scott. His name occurs quite frequently in the
historical records of the Whiskey Rebellion. That he took an active part in
that great popular uprising is not to be denied, but there is no evidence that
he approved of any of the acts of violence committed. It is know he rescued
Major Kirkpatrick, a Federal Revenue Collector, from being mobbed at the time
the General Melville home was burned.
There are many interesting stories
concerning his life, one of which is mentioned here. It would seem on the night
of November 14, 1794, a Federal Revenue officer and his deputies seized a still
belonging to Hamilton. The Squire, being a very shrewd Scotsman, pretended to
be in no way exercised over the actions of the Government officials, he asked them
to spend the night under his hospitable roof, an invitation they gladly
accepted. Around the glowing backwoods fire, Hamilton and his guest discussed
the excise law, the conversation being enlivened by oft-repeated draughts from, "Black Betty," which had previously been spiked with a liberal
quantity of Jamaica Ginger. One by one, the officers took the count of the deep
sleep of intoxication and after all of them had passed out, Hamilton speedily
gathered his neighbors together and carried the whiskey and still to a place of
safety. When the officers came to themselves the next morning, men and evidence
were both gone.
This was considered a good joke, from this, tradition has it, that "Ginger Hill" derived its name.
Whatever hot blood may have coursed
through his veins in youth, his age presented a different story. He was a
Justice of the Peace for over fifty years, was one of the Commissioners who
built the turnpike running from Washington to Monongahela City, and for over
fifty years he was a member in full communion in the Presbyterian Church.
He died in 1839 in the eightieth
year of his life. He bequeathed half of his estate to the educational charities
of the Presbyterian Church. Margaret, his wife, died in 1872, age ninety-six. They are buried in the old Mingo Cemetery.
Arthur Scott, Jr., was the great
grandfather of Margretta Scott Brownlee. He was born in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania in June of 1761. he joined the Continental Army and served in the
War of the Revolution. When sixteen years of age, he spent the winter at Valley
Forge under the command of General Washington. He was sick many weeks while at
Valley Forge, due to exposure and privation, and suffered the remainder of his
life. At the close of the war, Arthur and his older brother, Samuel, made the
journey from Lancaster to Washington, Pennsylvania, on foot. The remained a
while in the vicinity of the old Pigeon Creek Church, where he met Ann
Hamilton, the daughter of William and Mary Hamilton. He and Ann were married
later.
Arthur and Ann (Hamilton) Scott
spent all their married life on this farm. Arthur had but little education, but
was a great reader and an informed man. Although he lived in the day of the "Whiskey Insurrection," he took no part in it, neither did he have a
still on his farm. He was an elder in the Presbyterian Church for over fifty
years. He is buried in the Buffalo Cemetery close to Independence by the side
of his daughter Margaret Ann. Arthur Scott Jr. and Ann Hamilton Scott reared a
large family.
THE WILL OF ARTHUR SCOTT JR.
I, Arthur Scott, of the township of
Hopewell, Washington County, Pennsylvania, being aged and infirm in body, but
of sound and discerning mind, do make and this my last will and testament in
manner following,
After payment of my just debts
and funeral expenses, I give and bequeath to my beloved wife Ann Scott, one
third of my household and kitchen furniture, her, thirty dollars in cash
from my son annually during her life, or while she remains my widow. Also
thirty dollars annually to be paid by my son Samuel, l as per not given the 17th
day of November, 1837, together with the in my house and the for one cow and
one horse while she remains on the farm.
I give and bequeath to my son, David Scott, two promissory notes given this day by my son, Samuel, l to be for
one hundred dollars each, payable, one in eighteen months and the other at the
death of his mother. I give and bequeath to my daughter, one note on my son, Samuel, l for one hundred dollars due at the death of her mother.
Until next time, see you in time.
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