
06/22/2024
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Lessons in local history lasted well into the night on the 5th and final day of the 2024 Jumpstart Genealogy, LLC summer research trip. Susan Gross Pollara and James Higgins took me out to dinner last night across the Delaware River in Pennsylvania, and on our way back to Hopewell, NJ we crossed the historic Washington Crossing bridge, the site of George Washington’s famous surprise attack on the Hessians on December 25, 1776. I was too caught up in the moment to remember to take a picture. 😩 Susan and I then stayed up late talking and before I knew it I was too tired to post.
Yesterday was a great day despite coming to the realization that the records I had hoped would materialize and answer the research questions I set going into the trip simply did not survive the past 250 years. This was confirmed by the kind and knowledgeable folks at the Hunterdon County Hall of Records. While I knew this was a possibility as I prepared for the trip, I wanted to do an exhaustive search. And I did.
An amazing byproduct of this search was that I learned so much about my Hill ancestors and their journey from New Jersey to Pennsylvania to West Virginia. I started at the Flemington (the county seat of Hunterdon County) library and scoured their books on local history. In George Mott’s 1878 edition of The First Century of Hunterdon County, State of New Jersey, I read that two of my 6th great grandfathers, Jonathan Hill, Sr. and Richard Phillips, appear on a 1753 subscription list for a new patronage attached to the Presbyterian Church of First Amwell, a congregation that had existed since 1730. It is through this church connection, I imagine, that their children Jonathan Hill, Jr. and Elizabeth Phillips, met and eventually, married. I also learned from A History of East Amwell 1700-1800 (1979 Hunterdon Ciunty Historical Society) that Jonathan Hill, Sr. was a cordwainer or shoemaker. Many Hill family members were highlighted as contributing to the Revolutionary War effort. For example, on January 11, 1780, Samuel Hill (not a direct ancestor but definitely a close relative to my Jonathan Hill) contributed 11 bushels of corn, 72 bushels of oats, and 7 bushels of flax seed worth $1910.
Perhaps the most exciting discovery of the day was a photograph of a house owned by (I believe) this same Samuel Hill. Actually, the photo is of a more modern house that incorporated part of Samuel Hill’s 18th century dwelling. With the assistance of an amazing local historian, Sue, at the Hall of Records in Flemington, and a detailed paper map of Hunterdon County, I was able to pinpoint the current location of the house. Of course, I had to find it and take pictures.
Before embarking on that adventure which would have taken me south and back toward Hopewell, I decided to drive around the county and find the sites of the earliest churches that would have been around in the mid 1700s. I visited First Presbyterian in Amwell, the site of Saint Andrew’s Episcopal (where Samuel Hill is buried) in Ringoes, and Bethlehem Presbyterian in Pittstown. I had a very nice conversation with a woman named Marilyn in the parking lot of Bethlehem Presbyterian. She provided me her email address should I need more information about the Presbyterian churches of Hunterdon County.
Toward the end of this very hot afternoon, I found myself following the paper county map to the place that Sue (from the Hall of Records) felt the Samuel Hill house would be. As I approached the street I was looking for, I passed another street called North Hill Road. I just had a feeling this road was named for the Hill family, and not for a topographical rise in elevation. Of course I turned onto the road to investigate and very quickly saw an old cemetery off to the left. I recorded a video that better captures my excitement than these words do, but when you are looking for Hills, and you are on Hill Road, and you are about a quarter of a mile from a Hill homestead, and many of the legible gravestones are from the 1700s, the time period your are researching, it’s a big deal. Two baby deer welcomed me and I took that as a sign I was where I needed to be.
The Samuel Hill homestead was not difficult to find on Rainbow Hill Road. I’ve become accustomed to knocking on strangers’ doors to ask permission to take pictures. When no one answered and I tried yelling “Hello! Is anyone home?” several times without a response, I quickly took the pictures and left. There is no doubt that the remains of the 18th century home of Samuel Hill are the same as I found in the book.
As this adventure comes to a close, I can now pinpoint on a map the places my deep ancestors lived, worked, worshipped, and died. I’ve made connections with people who are very knowledgeable about the local history and who are willing to help me in the future. I have tons of pictures and scans of text to review when I get home. I’ll need a few days to debrief.
For now, though, I’m going to take off my genealogist hat, put on my favorite mom hat, and go watch Kevin coach and Liam play in a lacrosse tournament near Frostburg, Maryland.
Thanks for all of your kind words of support.