Jonas P Tracy

TRACY! That most, honorable and ancient name. A name that has been handed down to us for over seventeen hundred years on the female line and a thousand years on the male line, an unbroken chain; not a link missing from three hundred years after Christ’s time to the present day, down through twenty-seven generations of' crowned heads, then over twenty generations more of' the noble house of Tracy. Few families in England can trace their ancestry beyond the conquest, but the Tracy family, descendants of Lieutenant Thomas, can trace theirs in the male and. female lines with certainty, for more than a thousand years, through thirty-four generations and through the male line of' Tracys, twenty-three generations. Admitting the descent of King Ecgberht from Odin, there are, as we have it, fifty-four generations, extending through more than fifteen hundred years. ___________________________________________________________

One of the first settlers in the Athens area along with the Boyles and McCune brothers. Grandmother McCune’s Own Story [hand written note “1880”] Grandmother Almira McCune’s letter to the Cincinnati Enquirer, answering a request from that paper for pioneer records of Ohio People: “I saw so many writing their history I thought I would write a little of mine. My grandfather, Moses Tracy, was born in Connecticut in 1728, and my father was born there in 1771. [Jonas Tracy] His father enlisted in the war of 1775 and served over seven years. My father was bound to a blacksmith, and when he had learned the trade he went to the State of New York. He was married twice. His first wife had three children. His second wife had five.= The names: Almira, Philura, Polly, Moses and Calvin. Father emigrated to Ohio in 1817. I was then 9 years old. We settled on Federal creek, Athens county, where I still live. When we came to Ohio we had a hard time. No schools nor churches and very few settlers. When we got here father had money enough to buy a cow, and my half brothers would hunt. Deer and turkeys were numerous, so we had plenty of meat. Daughter Almira wrote this: “In the town of Palmyra, New York, Wayne county. My parents had been previously married, and my father’s first wife, widow Brown, with two children of that name. Almira was the oldest of the fourth set of children, and had half brothers and sisters and step brothers and sisters who were all raised together by my parents as one family. I remember well the war of 1812. Father enlisted, but was only a short time away from home until he had his leg broken in two places by a vicious horse he was shoeing for an officer (he being a blacksmith by trade.) He got so, after his return home to Palmyra, that he could walk about and was thinking of going to his regiment, when he accidentally (I don’t remember how) broke his leg again. It was not set right, and caused him to walk lame all the rest of his life. He was not able for duty again during the war. I remember well when Soda Point was burned by the British.

“We staid at the mouth of the Hocking river until father could find a place, which he did on the banks of Federal creek, about three miles from where it empties into the Hocking river.

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