"Col." Enoch Hampton MOW

1850 - 1921  (71 years)

• Name	Enoch Hampton MOW
  Title	"Col."
  Birth	8 Mar 1850	Fulton County, IN
  Gender	Male
  Death	9 May 1921	Fulton County, IN
  Notes	(1) Elizabeth Ann Grubb: NOTES: Enoch was listed as one year of age on the 1850 census and 11 years on the 1860 census. There are two marriages listed for him in the Fulton Co. Marriage Indexes. In 1884, he signed with his brother, Henry F., his sister-in-law, Hannah and William Shoup on the sale of estate property in Richland Twp. to John Hissong. In May, 1889, seven of the children of David MOW, Jr. filed application for benefits under the Dependent Children's Pension Act of 1866 on their father's disability from his Civil War service. Enoch and his older brother, Henry F., were not included in the children of David Mow who applied for pension benefits in 1889. The oldest child to apply was Mary E. MOW BATCHELOR, who was born in 1854. Rosemary WILLIAMS found a death record for Enoch at the Fulton Co. Bd. of Health. The date of birth is as shown here; the date of death is given as 09 MAY 1921, but Enoch's wife is named as "Nora"! There is no marriage record for Enoch and a "Nora", so far as compiler has been able to find. His mother was named Eleanor and would be the closest approximation to "Nora" in the MOW files. The same death record has a notation "brother to Henry" which lends even more evidence to this being the correct "Enoch MOW." March, 1997: Compiler examined 1920 census microfilm for Fulton County, IN. In Rochester Township, Household and Family #302, were "Enoch MOW, 70" and "Nora E. MOW, 45." The area used for "relationship to head of the household," was left blank. This may be simply an oversight on the enumeration. Still, "Nora" was listed as his wife on the death certificate. It would seem likely that Enoch married a third time between 1891 and 1920. In August, 2001 compiler received a package from Bev Pennington of Kokomo, IN, which contained a photocopy of an article which Bev found in a publication called "Home Folks", Vol. 1, "A Series of Stories by Old Settlers of Fulton County, Indiana." This series was compiled by Marguerite L. Miller. Volume 1 contains an article by Enoch H. Mow, titled "Random Recollections." This book was borrowed at the Kokomo-Howard County Public Library, 220 North Union Street, Kokomo, IN 46901. Compiler has transcribed Enoch Mow's article below: RANDOM RECOLLECTIONS. When Old Men Were Little Boys Some Funny Pranks Were Practiced By Enoch H. Mow I WAS BORN ON THE 8th day of March, 1849, at eight o'clock, so says the family bible, in Richland township, on the farm now owned by the Joseph Zinks heirs, one mile south of the Richland Center church, in a log cabin. My father, David Mow, sold the farm to Mr. Shearer, he selling it to Joseph Zinks. Ten children were born in my father's family, three boys and seven girl three of the girls being triplets, and all the children are now living?father and mother having passed on to the great beyond. I remember when the triplets were born father said to us boys, "Now we will have to work harder." I answered, "My God, father, don't us boys get no rest? We can't help it because the children come by litters." Father cuffed my ears, if I was a large boy, for speaking the truth so abruptly. But it was not long till things were still worse. There would be from ten to twenty people come afoot and with teams, every Sunday, to see those three babies. We thought that hard luck. However, we grew to like the babies, too. Now it did look a little hard to see mother with four babies that couldn't walk, as Schuyler was born before the girls could walk. Henry was oldest and I was the next, and father said I was the biggest devil of the whole lot. I remember the first school house built in Richland township, in Whippoorwill district. It was built in 1854. Father gave the log house to the district, and Moore Ralston hauled it to the place where it was raised, one-half mile east of where the present building stands. The writing desk was put around the side of the house, holes bored into the wall and rough boards nailed on. The seats were made of slabs sawed by Young Ralson, with an up-and-down saw. Ralston gave the slabs to the district and Timothy Woodruff put the legs in. John Rhinesmith taught in the old log school house. I was a bad boy and he punished me by making me sit between two girls, but that was fun for me, for one of the girls was awfully bashful. There were neither backs nor ends to the seats, so when the teacher was not looking, I would slip up close to the bashful one. She would slip away and I after her. She kept her eyes on me and edged along until she went off the bench on the floor "ker-plunk." She screamed, "School master, make Enoch Mow stop." The teacher asked: "Enoch, what are you doing?" I answered "Nothing." "He lies," she cried, and of course I did. The master gave me a licking, but of course that went in those days. When I was eight years of age, father allowed Henry and I to go coon hunting with him and Uncle Armstrong. A man whose name was Carter went along. He would climb the tree and shake the coons off, when one was treed. The dogs treed one and Carter climbed the tree to shake the coon off, but it crawled out on a limb which split off, and Carter hallooed, "My God, Dave, clear away the dogs for I'm coming." I will never forget it, and Carter won't either, as he was badly bruised and scratched coming down through the branches. When Hank was ten years of age and I was eight, we drove a breaking team for Father. The boys of this age would think it fun to see seven yoke of oxen hitched to a big plow, plowing up grubs six to eight feet high. Once when father was staking out new land, a large black snake wound around his leg. He took his pocket knife and killed it. Now, there was one ox in the team that was lazy. Father said to Henry, "Go get that snake I killed and hang it on old Dick's bow." Henry got a stick and did as he was told. No sooner was the snake placed on the bow than old Dick bawled, snorted and away went the seven yoke of cattle. They ran across the clearing till the plow caught on a tree and broke the beam out, then us boys got a rest, and rest was fun for boys. I was with father once when he had fifteen yoke of oxen hitched to one wagon, going south of Rochester to break. He had two plows on the wagon. I was along to carry water for the four men, and run chores. We stopped in front of Charley Baker's place. It was on the west side of the street about forty rods south of the railroad, where the Leiter elevator now stands. Uncle Dell Ward kept a livery stable still south, on the east side of the street. Father and Baker made a bet to the effect that I could not turn those fifteen yoke of cattle around and drive them back where they stood without upsetting the wagon. I took the whip and turned the cattle around and drove them back with their heads south. Father won the bet, and the stakes were two gallons of whiskey. Of course I didn't get any of the whiskey for father didn't allow us to drink, but I sneaked a little next day, while carrying water. Father owned a two-year-old colt. He bought a mate to it, from George McGuire. They were a nice, well-mated team. On Sunday, Henry and I thought we would have some fun, so got the colts in the barn and tied their tails together and then turned them out. Well, you never saw such kicking, snorting a sqealing (sic). We were badly scared and Henry ran for father, while I "hiked" behind a straw pile. Father came and caught one of the colts by the head and yelled for Henry to bring the halters. They got the halter on one and made Hank hold it until he got the halter on the other one, then pulled them together and tied their heads. They would still stand apart and pull, until father had to cut the hair from their tails to get them separated. When he got that done, he said to Henry: "Where is Enoch?" "I don't know," answered Hank, and then father called and you bet I went to him for us boys didn't hang back when father said "come". He asked, "Henry, what had I ought to do with you boys?" "Whip us of course," replied my brother. Then he turned to me. "Enoch, what do you think I should do to you?' I replied, "Father, we did it for fun, we won't do it any more. Didn't you tie the stove pipe to Moore Ralston's horse's tail for fun?" Father laughed at that and let us go. There are other funny things I might speak of but will pass them. When I was twelve years of age, I commenced to drive a horse-power machine for my father. We were once threshing at Uncle Adam Mow's and I was driving the horse power, when father came to the machine and told me that he had enlisted to go into the army. He went when Company F, of the 87th regiment, left Rochester. While he was in the army, mother would send me twice each week for the mail. I will never forget Anthony Smith, a brother of Milo R. Smith, for he would always watch for me and give me five or ten cents to spend while waiting for the mail, and you bet I was pretty sure to let him find me. When Company F left Rochester, my father took two comforters with him instead of the customary blankets carried by soldiers. He sent them home from Indianapolis and they got lost for a time, but one night I was in after the mail and it did not get in until after midnight. The mail was carried then by stage, or hack. This night Mr. Charles Stradley said to me: "Those comforters have arrived, can you take them home." "Yes," I answered. He wanted me to carry them rolled up, but I said "No, I will unroll them and spread them over the horse." Now, at that time, I forded the river sometimes, and sometimes went by the bridge. When I got those comforts on the horse over the saddle, my feet would not touch the stirrups. I was so sleepy I almost fell off the horse. When I got below where the Ananias Baker farm now is, (the farm known as the Dillon farm was then all in woods, a by road rant to what we called Blue Grass ford) I made up my mind that before I crossed the river, I would take a nap. I got off the horse and tied him to a bush, going about ten feet away, under a plum bush covered grape vines, I spread one comforter on the ground and the other over me and went to sleep. In the morning I was not at home and mother was frightened and sent Henry after me, telling him to go by the ford and if he did not find or hear of me, to come back by the bridge. He rode one of the older horses. When he got to the river and rode across, the horse I rode whinnied and Henry saw me, or the bunch covered by the comforters. He pulled them off and kicked me to waken me. I bounced up and we had a fight under the bush; yes sir, I licked him, and it was the first time that I ever did. I would not lay there now for any money, but then I was a touch lad and feared nothing. I shall never forget the way they used to hold meeting, I mean in the old log school house, regular shouting meetings. Everybody was good in those days, and church was held when it was so cold the only way to keep warm was to shout.Did I shout? Yes sir! Brother Henry froze his ears so badly one night you could whittle them like sticks and his Hanner Ann he had with him to church, froze her feet with two pair of socks over her shoes. Now, in reading Dr. Hill's write up, I remember the man who made the charge with him, this side of the river. Dr. Hill did not tell who the man was who came after him to go and see Young Ralston. It was Ike O'Blenis and the "road agents" were "laying" for my father. At that time, father was United States Marshall under Governor Morton, who had sent a company of soldiers into Newcastle township and the rebel sympathizers were fearfully mad at my father. They had taken the enrolling papers from the enrolling officers, but after the soldiers arrived, there was no more trouble. Ike O'Blennis (sic) went to Ben Wilson and told him who the men were that caught him. He said to Wilson that they were looking for Uncle Dave Mow, and if he told they would kill him. I also remember on time, after the war was over, father cried a sale for John Herbic, of Richland township, and eight kegs of powder were sold. Father wondered about that and thought it looked queer. Three months after the sale, Mitchell Hendricks was working for father and at dinner said: "Dave, did you Know what the powder sold at Herbic's sale was bought for?" Father acknowledged that he did not and Hendricks said: "To blow up your house, to get you." Father asked: "How do you know?" Hendric replied, "David, I was with the crowd, and when we got to the corner we stopped to talk the matter over. I said, 'Gentleman, I can go no further. Dave has always been good to me and if you don't stop, I will notify him. I don't think it right to kill his family to get him." The corner referred to, is where Frank Zink keeps store. The farm is the one Thomas Adamson bought of my father. Father was awfully mad when Hendricks told him about it. Hendricks gave him all the names. John Herbic was the captain, and I could give all the names but will not do so as it is a long time since it happened. Father once sent me to Chris Campbell's to see how everything was going, and there was a meeting a the Stevens school house. Campbell took me to the meeting, but he was told he had no business there and did not want to let him in. But Uncle Christ Campbell was not to be gotten rid of that easy. Uncle Sam Rearrick was there, so was Stephen Rearrick. Those three men were all that there were but what belonged to the "Knights", as they called themselves. Dr. Robbins came and made a speech. I will never forget what he said: "Gentlemen, I have come to talk sense to you. Don't you know there are a hundred and three men in Newcastle township, and if that is not enough, they will have a thousand more and come and hunt you like rabbits out of the bush." when he said this, the lights were knocked out, and I don't know to this day how Chris Campbell got me out of the house. He must have knocked five or six down, but I got away with the word and when the soldiers got there all was right. Those were hot times and I might relate many more things, but it is best to forget the bad and think only of the good. One time, long ago, father gave us boys every other Saturday to come to town, or go fishing or hunting in the afternoon. On the particular Saturday to which I allude, Monroe O'Blenis and I went hunting. We we in the river bottom below the old Clark farm. I heard a pheasant drum and said to Monroe, "keep still and we will slip up on him and get him." We had not gone far until we saw two horses hitched to a tree. Now there had been some horses stolen, and I thought those might be the ones. We kept quiet and a man came out to them. He had an arm load of corn to feed the horses. I raised up and told him not to move, and I had the gun on him before he could think. I sent Monroe for Sheriff Ben Wilson. Wilson took a horse, and with the boy on behind him, came to my rescue. I was scared until I scarcely knew what I was doing. Mr. Wilson said: "Enoch, you have done a good job." Then I thought I was a hero, you bet. Wilson tied the man's arms behind him and took him to Rochester. They proved to be the stolen horses and Uncle Dell Ward had been after them. I do not remember what became of the man, but perhaps Uncle Dell does. In 1868 I was joined in marriage with Mary F. Barnett, on what is now called the Chas. Sisson farm, and on the first of March 1869, moved on the Holman farm. It was an exceedingly wet season, although it was so dry in the early part that we had to put on a new plow-point every day to plow the fallow ground. No plow-points could be had for the Hackley plow this side of Peru. My father came to my house on Sunday and wanted me to go to Peru to get a load of points and land sides. I hitched one of his horses with mine and took ten bushels of wheat and drove to father Barnett's on Sunday evening, so I could get back on Monday. William Barnett went with me and we drove that Sunday night until a storm compelled us to stop at the home of Farmer Hatch near Five Corners. Just got the team stabled and the wheat carried in, when it began to rain and I have never seen anything like it since. It poured until morning. Went on to Peru, sold my wheat, got my load and started home. When I got to Dan Bearss' place, this side of Peru, Mr. Bearss had me drive into the shed, and asked me to stay all night, but I started home at two o'clock and it rained all the way. The culverts were all out and the horses would sometimes fall into their breasts. Thought I would never get to Rochester. Uncle Dell Ward was watching for me. Father had come to Rochester to ask him to be on the look out for me and tell me not to undertake to cross the river bridge. The water was around this side of the abutment. I drove down this side of the river to father Barnett's. The water was within 100 feet of the house and Wednesday morning father came over to Barnett's in a boat. He said I should get the harness and put them in the boat and he would row them and my wife across the river, leaving the wagon and points at Barnett's. Then I was to ride the team opposite our house and he was to come back with the boat, and help me swim the horses across. He ran the boat over the prairies where the water was still, easily. I rode the horses to the point agreed upon and waited, then, becoming impatient, forced the team into the river and swam them across. The drift wood floating down stream almost got the better of me. I would not do that now. The water was around the north side of the bridge on the Michigan road until fall. My father died on the first day of October, 1869, and was buried on the 3rd. He had a sale contracted for D.A. Lawson on the 7th of Oct., '69, and mother and uncle Adam Mow said I must go and cry the sale. I did, and have done lots of sale work since. I worked with Benjamin Wilson till he died, and then with uncle Billy Tribbett till he died. The year my wife died I cried a sale every day for six except Sunday. I ran a threshing machine for sixteen years?the old horse power kind. I remember the year of '76, when Tilden ran for President, I threshed 1050 bushels for Wm. Davidson, next day after election, and same year hulled 150 bushels of clover seed for Davidson. It was in my horse-power machine that Fredeus Wilson had his leg ground off. It occurred at Runion Armstrong's place, years ago. One year later, my leg was broken in three places, the accident occurring on the Michigan road, north of the John Taylor place. My first son died July 25th '69; my second on March 25th, 1884; my wife Jan. 25th 1888; my last Daughter on Feb. 25th 1888. Only those who have passed through similar experiences know how to sympathize with me. I have raised three orphan children who always speak a good word for Enoch. I also took a baby boy of Frank Armstrong's, when he was but ten days of age. I kept him until wife died, then found him a good home with May Brugh. On the first day of May, 1892, I married my present wife, Etta Toby, and have one son, Elden, who was born on the 20th day of December, 1894, and we are all in good health now. I joined the Odd Fellows' lodge at Richland Center in 1871. I was taken in under the old work, called the fifth degree work, taking all five degrees the same night. I passed the chairs and was elected District Deputy Grand Master. In five years I never missed but two lodge nights. That was when I had my leg broken. I went to lodge on crutches and Brother Harrison Walker and Brother J.L. Martindale helped me up the stairs. I was installed Noble Grand that night. I moved to Aubbeenaubbee township, rode eight miles every Saturday night to lodge, never missing a meeting night in eight years. I then took a card and Dr. B.F. Overmyer being installed Noble Grand and myself Vice Grand. Served one term and turned it over to the third members. I was elected District Deputy of Leiter's Ford and served that lodge till my wife died. I am still in the auctioneering business, better than ever, as much life as a young man, and any one wanting my services can call phone 368 or leave word at Kline Shore's grocery. Good day. REFERENCES: 1. U.S. Census 1850, IN, Fulton Co., Richland Twp., #44/#44; MF #432-146 2. U.S. Census 1860, IN, Fulton Co., Richland Twp., p. 108, #275/#275 MF # 653-260 3. "Fulton County Marriages Index",p. 715, Fulton Co. Lib., Rochester, IN Marriage Books B-500 and E-477, Fulton Co. Clerk, Rochester, IN 4. Fulton County Deed Book 13-511, Recorder's Office, Rochester, IN 5. Marshall Co. Newspaper Excerpts; "Weekly Republican", 1921; Marshall Co. Lib., Plymouth, IN, via Rosemary Williams 6. Civil War Pension File #396973; National Archives, Wash., D.C. 7. Bd. of Health Death Records, Fulton Co., Rochester, IN; Bk. C 20:25; location provided by Rosemary WILLIAMS, P.O. Box 65; Fulton, IN. 8. U.S. Census 1920 IN; Fulton Co.; Rochester Twp.; ED #74; Sheet #4-B; #302/#302. MF #T625-433. 9. WORLD FAMILY TREE, Vol. 5, Tree #2055, Broderbund; submitted by Nancy NORDQUIST, 1550 NW 195th St., Apt. 110, Shoreline, WA 98117-2857 (2) Tombaugh, Jean C. and Wendell C., Fulton County Indiana Obituaries 1921?Rochester Sentinel, Rochester, IN: 1998: Monday, May 9, 1921 ?Colonel? Enoch MOW, well known Rochester resident, who has lived in Fulton county and Rochester all his life, died at nine o?clock Monday morning at his home, corner Seventh and Madison streets of complications from which he had suffered for nearly a year. He was operated upon some time ago, and while he made a partial recovery, has never been active since first stricken, and sank slowly until death came. Enoch Mow was born in Richland township, March 8, 1849. He has followed the occupation of auctioneering for a number of years. He was married March 8, 1868 to Mary F. BARNETT, who with two sons born to this union preceded him. He is survived by the widow, Mrs. Etta MOW, a son Elden MOW, and a brother, Henry MOW, of this city. Funeral services from the residence Wednesday morning at 2:30 [sic] o?clock, Rev. George CRAIG in charge. Burial at I.O.O.F. cemetery. Tuesday, May 10, 1921 It was erroneously stated in Monday?s issue of the Sentinel that the funeral services of Enoch MOW would be held Wednesday morning at 2:30, when it should have been Wednesday afternoon at 2:30. Mr. Mow was married to Miss Etta TOBEY, May 4, 1893. He had been twice married previously and is survived by the widow, a son, a brother and six sisters. Thursday, May 12, 1921 Wm. MATTHEW, Mrs. Rose DORMAN and Mrs. John WILDERMUTH, of Gary, were here Wednesday to attend the funeral of Col. Enoch MOW.
  Person ID	I6619	Frost, Gilchrist and Related Families
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  Father	David MOW,   b. 1 Oct 1825, Preble County, OH d. 6 Oct 1869, Fulton County, IN (Age 44 years)
  Mother	Eleanor HOLDSTOCK,   b. 17 Nov 1829, NY or England? d. 23 Dec 1873, Fulton County, IN (Age 44 years)
  Marriage	24 Dec 1846	Fulton County, IN
  Family ID	F3367	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Family 1	Mary F. BARNETT,   b. 8 Apr 1852, Cass County, IN d. 25 Jan 1891, Fulton County, IN (Age 38 years)
  Marriage	1 Oct 1868	Fulton County, IN
  Notes	(1) Tombaugh, Jean C. and Wendell C., Fulton County, Indiana Marriages 1836-1983, L-Z, Rochester, IN: 1992: MOW . . . Enoch H. Mary F. Barnett Oct 1, 1868 B 500
  Family ID	F3370	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
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  Family 2	Josie DUDGEON
  Marriage	10 Sep 1891	Fulton County, IN
  Notes	(1) Tombaugh, Jean C. and Wendell C., Fulton County, Indiana Marriages 1836-1983, L-Z, Rochester, IN: 1992: MOW . . . Enoch H. Josie Dudgeon Sep 10, 1891 E 477
  Family ID	F3371	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
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  Family 3	Nora Etta TOBEY,   b. 3 Jun 1873, Monterey, Pulaski County, IN d. 11 Sep 1951, Delaware, Delaware County, OH (Age 78 years)
  Family ID	F5901	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
  Last Modified	17 Apr 2024