Since I’ve told you about a couple of my great-great-grandfathers, I may as well fill you in on the rest of them. My great-great-grandfather Schuler arrived in the United States shortly after the Civil War ended, just one step ahead of the sheriff. He’d lost the family’s money playing jass, a pinochle-like game peculiar to Switzerland. That’s even more serious than it sounds. Due to Switzerland’s peculiar method of social organization that meant that he didn’t just lose his own money but his brothers’, sisters’, and childrens’. Quite a disaster. Otherwise his life was fairly unremarkable. He made his way up the river from New Orleans, finally settling outside Louisville.
I know nothing about my great-great-grandfathers Fisher or Bader. I’m just about to hire a professional genealogist to research them for me.
My great-great-grandfather Schneider died of TB, too, also at age 33.
My great-great-grandfather Blanchard was born in Clinton County, New York, and moved to Buffalo where he lived for the rest of his life. He was an engineer.
My great-great-grandfather McCoy lived in Pittsburgh for a while, then moved the family to St. Louis. He served in a militia during the Civil War. Didn’t see any action as best as I can tell.
And that’s all of my great-great-grandfathers. The oldest was born in the 1820s, the youngest in the 1850s. They were a pretty colorful bunch.