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Michele Waples Story about Cloa HALLOCK By Evelyn Ruth Duncan Shockey 25 June 2001, submitted by grand-daughter Michele L. (Waples) Mesenbrink This was a long time ago when people were coming out to Kansas to settle. This young woman, her name was HALLOCK and she had trained or studied to be a school teacher. She wanted desperately to teach school. She came out from Illinois, I think, with her parents in a covered wagon. She carried her bunch of little books. She had some paper and some treasured slates and a couple of bibles and 2 or 3 other books. She felt very rich because she did have some books. She wanted to teach school. After they got settled in their little home, she asked her mother, how would she get to school. Her mother said, you might pray about it. So she prayed desperately for a school to teach. So she could be the teacher. And her mother said one day, I think you are praying wrong. I think you should pray for pupils to come to you so you could teach them. In the meantime, her father had gotten together with the neighbors and they went across the valley to where there was an outcropping of limestone rock on the hillside. This rock when it was first uncovered it was very soft and malable and could be cut with a saw into building blocks. She woke up one morning and she heard axes and saws and things going on. She went outdoors. She could see across the valley. She could see a group of men working on the hillside. She couldn’t think what was going on. And then after a little bit there was a hammering on the cabin door. There was a bunch of kids standing there. One child says, “teacher we come to go to school.” The other one said, “we didn’t have many books, only a Bible. We brang the Bible. Mama said we had to take care of it because it all the world’s wisdom in it. It’s a wise book. We got to take care of it.” And another little girl said, “I brought a piece of corn cone and Mama wrapped it up in a piece of cloth for me so it would stay nice for my lunch.” Well she was flabbergasted but here came the kids wanting to go to school. So she and her mother brought them inside and they arranged places for them to sit around the stove; a box of wooden chunks and anything they could drag in for them to sit on. She was very happy she started her little school. That evening she and her mom worked on the attic and they got it fixed up so they could use it for a schoolroom. It was fairly warm because the fireplace went up through the attic. And then she found out that her dad and the neighbors had gotten together and were hewing out rocks to build a schoolhouse. That was the beginning of, I think, District 53. We called it the ‘Little Rock School’. George, Orval, Evelyn, Joseph, and Theordore Duncan, all went to school there. I don’t know if it is still there. My grandmother was the first school teacher there. It was just a little hand built rock school and they had built a little wooden front to it to have a little place to hang coats and a shelf to put their lunch buckets. We had to take our lunch buckets in and set them around the stove in the winter because they were frozen solid otherwise. I thought it was an interesting story.
Dec 01, 2002 · posted to the surname Hallock
Michele Waples Story of Duncan Brother’s coming to America As told by Evelyn Ruth Duncan Shockey 25 June 2001, submitted by grand-daughter Michele L. (Waples) Mesenbrink This legend some fact, a lot of it handed down through the generations. Scotland was full of Duncan’s. During the mid 1800’s there were 7 brothers, one family of brothers. All stalwart young men. They were hunters and tradesmen. They decided they would be better off to come to America. Maybe find some of that gold that was supposed to be lying under the trees and in the streams and places. So they immigrated to America. I don’t know where they landed. Chances are it was around New York or somewhere. They decided they would do better to seek their fortunes singly instead of going in a whole group. So they got themselves their ponies and got mounted and rode off into different directions. The one fellow, I think his name was Thomas eventually worked around for a while and met and married a young woman. I think her name was ROBISON/ROBSON, something like that. They settled in Indiana. They had a family of children. When she died giving birth to this little boy, the youngest of the clan and the youngest baby of course., Because mother died giving him life. The father was real distraught. After the funeral things were all done, he mounted his horse and rode away for a day. Then he came back and told the children to pack up their little individual possessions. They didn’t have very many things, a couple changes of clothes maybe or one change and 2 or 3 little prize trinkets. He had found homes for them in the settlement. And he took the children around to the different places that he had arranged for them to live there and left them with, well we’d say neighbors, but at that time they were quite a ways apart and was pretty heavily wooded area. The oldest daughter was probably 15 or 16 or so and the little baby were left together at one home. And the other children were sorted out to different homes. Then father, Thomas DUNCAN, got on his horse and rode away. They never did hear from him again. So the little boy grew up with his sister looking after him. They all had good homes. But then eventually he, the baby, married and they moved to Kansas and homesteaded in the Bucks Grove vicinity near Westmoreland. This little boy grew up to be my grandfather, George Washington DUNCAN. I just remember him vaguely. He was a tall guy with a great big white mustache. He died on my 3rd birthday. We have never ever been able to get any information on his father. The trail just ended. We don’t know whether he integrated into an Indian tribe or whether he fell off his horse and was killed or whether wild animals got him. It was pretty rugged territory back then, so we never knew what happened. All these years people have been trying to locate more information about him and find his relatives, but they can’t find him/them. Story about Cloa HALLOCK By Evelyn Ruth Duncan Shockey 25 June 2001 This was a long time ago when people were coming out to Kansas to settle. This young woman, her name was HALLOCK and she had trained or studied to be a school teacher. She wanted desperately to teach school. She came out from Illinois, I think, with her parents in a covered wagon. She carried her bunch of little books. She had some paper and some treasured slates and a couple of bibles and 2 or 3 other books. She felt very rich because she did have some books. She wanted to teach school. After they got settled in their little home, she asked her mother, how would she get to school. Her mother said, you might pray about it. So she prayed desperately for a school to teach. So she could be the teacher. And her mother said one day, I think you are praying wrong. I think you should pray for pupils to come to you so you could teach them. In the meantime, her father had gotten together with the neighbors and they went across the valley to where there was an outcropping of limestone rock on the hillside. This rock when it was first uncovered it was very soft and malable and could be cut with a saw into building blocks. She woke up one morning and she heard axes and saws and things going on. She went outdoors. She could see across the valley. She could see a group of men working on the hillside. She couldn’t think what was going on. And then after a little bit there was a hammering on the cabin door. There was a bunch of kids standing there. One child says, “teacher we come to go to school.” The other one said, “we didn’t have many books, only a Bible. We brang the Bible. Mama said we had to take care of it because it all the world’s wisdom in it. It’s a wise book. We got to take care of it.” And another little girl said, “I brought a piece of corn cone and Mama wrapped it up in a piece of cloth for me so it would stay nice for my lunch.” Well she was flabbergasted but here came the kids wanting to go to school. So she and her mother brought them inside and they arranged places for them to sit around the stove; a box of wooden chunks and anything they could drag in for them to sit on. She was very happy she started her little school. That evening she and her mom worked on the attic and they got it fixed up so they could use it for a schoolroom. It was fairly warm because the fireplace went up through the attic. And then she found out that her dad and the neighbors had gotten together and were hewing out rocks to build a schoolhouse. That was the beginning of, I think, District 53. We called it the ‘Little Rock School’. George, Orval, Evelyn, Joseph, and Theordore Duncan, all went to school there. I don’t know if it is still there. My grandmother was the first school teacher there. It was just a little hand built rock school and they had built a little wooden front to it to have a little place to hang coats and a shelf to put their lunch buckets. We had to take our lunch buckets in and set them around the stove in the winter because they were frozen solid otherwise. I thought it was an interesting story.
Dec 01, 2002 · posted to the surname Duncan
Michele Waples My family line is as follows: beginning with my grandad, Joseph Samuel, then John V. 'Potts' Shockey, Samuel Taylor, John V. Shockey, Valentine Shockey, Christian C. Shockey
Dec 29, 2003 · posted to the photo Samuel & Jannie, Sam & Allen Shockey
Michele Waples J. W. Shockey is a brother to Samuel Taylor Shockey and the son of John Valentine Shockey and Mary Ann ORT
Dec 29, 2003 · posted to the photo J.W. Shockey & Family