I never did like to read when I was young, my preference was mezmorization before the 21 inch black and white TV screen. But, as I have mentioned before, more recently I have throughly enjoyed reading “free” books on my nook.
Even since in my youth, though, I have enjoyed history, and the free books written between 1880 and 1920 have afforded a peek into this countries early life. For Civil War-“The 44th Indiana Volunteers:, and A Drummer of the 2nd Minnesota Volunteers”; in the West-“Rangers and Pioneers of Texas”, “The Old Rail Fence” (a composite of memories of early Minnesota settlers), “A Woman’s Story of early Illinois”; and the many differing books on Lincoln or early history of Indiana.
Ok, Ok, so this might not be as spellbinding as a Gresham or Spielberg novel, but these were the real life events, endured by our ancestors. What we endure today is not even close to their sufferings.
May 1831, a Certificate of Entry is issued and then in November 1831 the “land patent” is granted from President Andrew Jackson, Elijah Haywood Commissioner to Daniel Corwin.
Until the middle 1980’s in Indiana, every piece of real estate sold required the updating of a parcels’ history. Every owner was recorded in the county recorder’s record book and a document known as the Abstract was updated, and the owner (or mortgagor) of the property was given the Abstract. Abstracts were held, in trust, by the property owner until the property was sold and then the abstract was updated and pass along. It was decided in the 1980’s that abstracting costs were excessive and not necessary for real estate transfers, hence, local history was abdicated.
So it was in 1831, Daniel brought his wife Mary, daughter Are, son-in-laws Chas. Hamilton and Wm. Hinton to the 144 17/100 acres he received after the territory was cleared of indians. It must have been a hard, cold life, for many of the infants died before age 1. The family grave-yard, what’s left of it, sits in the middle of the original land-grant, on a bluff. This 144 acres was no heaven, it boasts a sandy, rocky soil difficult to farm. As I bend down to pick up an ancient shoe thrown by a plodding horse, I can almost hear the echo of a farmers curse.
I’m sure you are surprised, you probably expected an abstract discussion in the adjective sense, rather, what you received was an abstract discussion in the noun sense. But isn’t it interesting, the Abstract gives us a summary of man’s ownership of a piece of property…this is our European Heritage, the right to own something that out-lives us.
Maybe the indians had is right all along. Man is a part of the land, and can use it, but he can never possess it-which is abstract in the adjective sense after all!