Monday, June 25, 2018

Into the Unknown



OK, this is Maine, but I couldn't get to England to take the proper shot!
 The ship’s log[1] recorded him as 36 years of age. Here he was, Philip Drum, standing on the deck of the ship Glasgow, gazing out across the seemingly endless Atlantic Ocean as the ship turned west and headed out to sea.  Sea Gulls screamed overhead. Sailors shouted to each other as they climbed the ship’s rigging, attending to the many ropes and sails. Children laughed and played at his feet as the ocean breeze blew through his hair. What thoughts must have flooded his mind; what worries, excitement, fear, joy? What does one think about when leaving his ancestral home to venture out into the unknown? He knew his destination was a city called Philadelphia in a place called Pennsylvania, and Pennsylvania was in what he knew of then as “the New World.” Indeed, so it would be for him – A New World! He’d heard so many stories; stories of Indians and forests and animals never the like seen in Europe! What an adventure it would be, but what an adventure it already was!


He already had made his way from deep in the Palatine, his Bavarian home near the city of Zweibrucken in what is now called Germany, to a city that was more than 300 miles to the north in the Netherlands called Rotterdam. If traveling by bicycle on the roads of today, he could make it in less than a day and a half. Philip would have been amazed to know that in the world of the 21st Century he could make the trip by automobile in less than five hours! In his day, it would have been almost impossible, even by horse and carriage, to make the trip by land. Roads of 1738 were poor and few, and even fewer stretched in the direction he needed to go, Zweibrucken to Rotterdam.

Ok, that's a model of a ship I made as a kid.
Give me a break, everything else is copywritten!
His journey to Rotterdam had been by boat via the Rhine. Now he was on another boat, this time a ship, crossing the ocean, an ocean voyage he knew was going to be difficult and full of danger. But he wasn’t concerned about himself. His wife and eight-year-old son were on-board as well. Philip knew none of them would ever return to his homeland; that this was a one-way only trip. He only hoped that they, all three, would make it. Philip really must have wanted to make this journey!

So why make it? Perhaps he was seeking a better life. After decades of war, poverty was taking hold everywhere. Governments found they needed to raise taxes to pay the costs of these wars. Many citizens had already left, died in the wars, or perished from disease which made the tax burdens of those remaining even worse. Colder than normal winters brought fuel shortages and more sickness. The winter of 1709, when Philip was just seven years old, was so cold birds were seen freezing in mid-flight[2] and livestock froze in their pens, barns, and coops. Cold such as this hurts not only birds and animals, but orchards and vineyards as well. Worse, temperatures stayed below freezing for 3 months. It was the worst winter in 500 years.[3] With peoples’ livelihoods damaged or destroyed by the weather, the government taxing them at exorbitant rates, and wars continuing to tear families apart, many were glad to seek a new beginning.

Colonization schemes began to spring up as shipping companies and governments realized there were profits to be had in emigration. That terrible year of 1709 sent many Germans, French, and Swiss headed to New York and North Carolina with English promises of land, privileges and a new beginning.  However, many never even got on a ship due to epidemics caused by overcrowding in “newlander” settlements while waiting for ships to carry them across the ocean. Many who did find a cramped space on a ship, died making the crossing. One scheme called the Mississippi Scheme of 1720, was a French backed project that recruited more than 4,000 people from southwest Germany, Alsace, and Switzerland. Of those, only a few hundred reached their destination, the coast of Louisiana. Another French project, called the Cayenne Project, came to an even worse conclusion in 1763 when almost all the emigrants died.        

However, enough good news reached the old world from the new, that many people began to consider making the new world voyage on their own. Beginning approximately 1717 and continuing into the 1750’s, this pattern became the method most Europeans chose for making a fresh start in a new world English colony. Solicited by shipping firm recruiters, sometimes alone, sometimes banding together in small groups from the same location, they made their way to Rotterdam. Ships bringing cargo from the colonies to Europe found profit in being filled with human cargo for the trip west once more.

The profits, of course, came from the fees the travelers paid. Fees were covered in any number of ways. Some people agreed to pay a specified fee upon a set date after their arrival in the new world. Others sold goods they brought with them to raise the fees. Some had money supplied to them by friends or relatives already in America and still others indentured themselves, using the money to pay the fare and planning on working it off as a servant once there.

Conditions being what they were in his homeland, Philip must have welcomed it when he first was approached with the suggestion of a new life in America, no matter how he determined to pay his family’s fare! What was not welcome were the physical dangers that lay before the little family at every turn as they made their way. So much was outside of Philip’s control.

As the travelers made their way up the Rhine, thieves and shysters did all they could to separate the travelers from their resources, if not their lives! If the traveler survived these dangers, he faced lack of provisions, uncooperative weather, the poor hygiene standards of the day, and just the rigors of travel, that weakened the traveler, making him susceptible to disease.

Clearly, it was essential to get to Rotterdam in as short a time as possible but even in that, the traveler had little to say or do about it! To fill their ships, shippers needed to get the travelers to Rotterdam. So, the shippers made agreements with river boatmen, promising the boatmen free shipping for their merchandise in return for transporting these emigrants; the more emigrants, the more merchandise shipped for free. Therefore, the boatmen jammed as many travelers on their boats as possible. Overloaded boats resulted in slow and dangerous progress, often with disastrous ends. In addition, usually by prearrangement with merchants along the way, the boatmen made stops, often too many, to “give” the passengers “a moment of relaxation” and/or to restock food supplies. However, these stops only increased the length of the trip while, at best, creating more money spending opportunities or, the more likely, to make contact with thieves.

Philip remembered how tired he had been when they had finally gotten to Rotterdam, and how angry! There they were, in Rotterdam harbor, they could SEE the city streets and buildings right in front of them, but because of some difficulties with Newlanders the previous year, 1737, a new law had been passed. No one was allowed off the boat! They all had to be taken to what was essentially a tent city, hastily set up outside of Kralingen. Philip was furious when he learned he and his family would have to stay there until their ship passage could be arranged. But what was there to be done? It was the law. Philip just hoped, and prayed, that his family could leave this place soon, before any of the three of them caught the sickness that was so common among the people there.

We know today the worry was worse than even Philip would have thought then. Spending weeks in such close quarters, already worn down from the trip up the Rhine, under low or non-existent hygienic conditions, one can easily see how the on-set of diseases might be exacerbated; diseases such as Dysentery, Cholera, or Typhoid Fever. Even a Common Cold might develop life threatening complications under conditions such as these.[4] All too many travelers never saw a ship before they died and those that did get onto a ship, once again found cramped quarters on overloaded ships, in some cases loaded 1/3 more than was considered normal.

The shipping firm Philip chose was the Hope firm. They were preparing eight ships for the 1738 westward crossing: Friendship, Winter Galley, Queen Elizabeth, Thistle, Princess Augusta, Oliver, Adventure, and Glasgow. As if to add insult upon insult, the travelers were told, “Break up your trunks! There will be no room on board for them! We’ll use the wood to make extra bunks!” “Where will we put our belongings, our clothing?” the people asked. “Store on-board what you can, sell the rest, burn it, do whatever you want but there is no room on board for people and goods too!”

However, the anger Philip felt from this injustice was soon replaced with joy. Philip and his family learned they had been assigned to a ship, the Glasgow. They would be among the first families to begin the journey across the ocean. Five of the Hope ships, now fitted with extra bunks to hold all the people, what belongings that could be stored now stored aboard as best as possible, the rest left behind, began the first leg of the journey to Goeree arriving June 22; Philip’s ship, the Glasgow, among them.

Then it was on to England for customs clearance as required by the Navigation Acts. Two ships, Queen Elizabeth and Winter Galley, headed toward Deal, desiring the northern route. Thistle, Oliver, and Glasgow, headed for the southern route which would bring them to Cowes on the Isle of Wight. The English Channel is famous for its storms. Philip was able to be a witness in that regard as a storm blew up so violent it delayed the ships’ arrival at Cowes, keeping them at sea 3-5 weeks, a trip that often took only a matter of days.

The ship Oliver’s captain found the storm so violent, he returned to the Netherlands and resigned! Six passengers fled the ship there due to the death of two children. However, a new captain was found and, now that the storms had subsided, he brought the Oliver across to Cowes in just two days! The Oliver’s adventures were not yet done, however. After staying in Cowes for six weeks, partly for the safety of the ship and partly to give the passengers a respite, it started out again, this time for America, accompanied by the Thistle. Again, storms blew up forcing the ships to return to land, this time at Plymouth.

Winter Galley was the first ship of the Hope eight to reach Philadelphia, doing so on September 5th. Then on September 9, the Glasgow arrived, accompanied by the snow Two Sisters. Given the accounts of later arrivals, one wonders what the Glasgow’s trip across the ocean must have been like. By the end of November, it was reported that over 2,000 people had died making the crossing. One report stated that only two of the fifteen ships to arrive by then arrived with the people “tolerably healthy and well.” These were probably the first two, Winter and Glasgow, which can be accounted for by their having made the trip in the shortest time with the least amount of waiting in the disease-ridden Kralingen camps.

Even still, it was not an easy voyage. Crossing the ocean was a long and dangerous trip, taking by some accounts as much as 10 weeks or more. Many on board became sick and some died. Captain Walter Goodman of the Robert and Alice, a ship from another firm that arrived in Philadelphia on September 11 reported that his journey began on July 4 sailing out of Dover, England and arrived “with crew and passengers in good health but on the way had many sick people, yet since not more than eighteen died, we lost by far the least of all ships arrived to date.”

Captain Goodman’s statement is interesting. He says he lost 18 passengers and that number was “by far the least of all ships arrived to date”. Since Glasgow arrived before the Robert and Alice, does Captain Goodman’s statement mean more than 18 Glasgow passengers died during the crossing? Just what was the condition of the members of our little family when they arrived in Philadelphia? We know they survived the trip across the ocean, at least we know father and son survived. Philip signed the oaths required of the immigrants at the end of their journey[5] and his son, Jacob, lives until he meets his tragic end in 1774.

If they, all three, were all well at the end of the journey, what must it have been like for them to see Philadelphia come into view at long last? Did the small family hug, cheer, weep, pray? Perhaps they did all that and more.

I'm sure this is how they felt.
We know that when these ships arrived they were greeted by crowds of people. News that the ships were on their way was known by the German community that was already in existence in Pennsylvania. It has been reported that “during the arrival season, Germans, some even from remote settlements, crowded the harbor to greet relatives, friends, or just people from their old home place, to hear news and, maybe, find mail.” So, if the Drums were well, that must have been, for them, some sight to see! Well or not, it must have given the little family, all of the passengers, much hope and joy!

Even the recently installed Pennsylvania governor, George Thomas, was there when the Glasgow arrived. He had decided to over-see the oath-swearing process to help him better understand the health issues his providence would now face with the arrival of these immigrants. The Glasgow arrived in Philadelphia carrying 349 men, women, and children. The Captain’s list of men aged 16 and over included 120 names of which 115 signed the oaths[6], perhaps the other five were too sick to leave the ship. Those male passengers 16 years of age or older who were able to do so, disembarked and paraded to the courthouse for the oath-taking ceremony.

Across the gangplank they marched and, finally, back onto solid ground. How strange Philip felt to be back on dry land, to not feel the rocking of the ship anymore. A quick glance back over his shoulder to find his wife and child, and then on with the rest, he went, marching, like soldiers, through the cobblestone streets of Philadelphia to the Court House. There, the ceremony began. After some speeches welcoming them to Pennsylvania and cautioning them to abide by the laws of England, each man was called forward to take quill pen in hand and sign his name or make his mark upon two oaths; an oath of allegiance[7] to the King of England and an oath of abjuration[8]. Philip was proud that he was able to write his name, not just make an “x” as was done by so many of the others.

It is interesting to note that when Philip signed his name to the two oaths, it appeared to the transcriber to be spelled “Phillips”. His last name appeared to be written “Drum” but included a diacritical mark above the “u”[9]. Although facsimiles of these documents do exist, the information generally available concerning these lists are the lists that have been transcribed from the originals. Reviewing those alone, we cannot be sure if the double “L” and/or the “S” in “Phillips” was as he intended or if it was a transcriber’s error. However, in the new world perhaps the name should be new too, so from then on it would be “Philip Drum”, well, most of the time, as we shall see in later posts.

The oaths he signed read as follows:

Oath of Allegiance
We Subscribers Natives and late Inhabitants of the Palatinate upon the Rhine and places adjacent, having transported our selves (sic) and families into the Province of Pennsylvania, a Colony Subject to the Crown of Great Britain, in hopes and expectation of finding a retreat and peaceable Settlement therein DO solemnly promise and engage that we will be faithful and bear true Allegiance to his present Majesty King George the Second and his Successon (sic) Kings of Great Britain and will demean our selves (sic) peaceably to all his Majesties’ Subjects, and Strictly observe and conform to the Laws of England and of this Province to the utmost of our power and best of our understanding.

Oath of Abjuration[10]
At the Court House of Philadelphia September 9th, 1738 Present the Honorable George Thomas Esqr. Lieutenant Governor Thomas Goryus Esqr. The palatines whose names are underwritten imported in the ship Glasgow Walter Sterling Comr. And the Snow Two Sisters James Cranshall Comr. But both last from Cows (sic) in England do this Day [repudiate] and [renounce] the Oaths to the Government viz+     

The signing of these oaths was not to be taken lightly. These were proud people. They were making a promise and for these people, a promise was meant to be kept. Imagine how Philip must have felt! He’d not only left his homeland to venture into this new world, he now was renouncing any allegiance he may have yet harbored in his heart for his homeland. He was making a full and complete break. It was certainly an act that was not, could not be, and cannot be, taken lightly.

Return to Drums of Drums, PA on August 16, 2018 for the next post, One life well lived, one life cut short.

Note: Unless otherwise marked, this post’s content is based on an article entitled “The Emigration of 1738 – Year of the Destroying Angels” by Klaus Wust (1986: Society for the History of the Germans in Maryland).


[1] Glasgow Ship’s Log, http://www.immigrantships.net/v2/1700v2/glasgow17380909.html accessed 9/30/2005
[2] Hawk, Rev. James R., They Came from Germany, Aboard the Thistle (2016: Lulu Publishing)
[3] Arreseigor, Juan Jose’ Sanchez, “Winter is Coming: Europe’s Deep Freeze of 1709”, National Geographic History Magazine, Jan/Feb 2017
[4] Infectious Disease – Britannica.com https://www.britannica.com/science/infectious-disease/Population-density  accessed 5/25/2018.
[5] Glasgow Ship’s Log
[6] Glasgow Ship’s Log
[7] An Oath of Allegiance is a statement swearing loyalty to an individual, group, government, or cause.
[8] An Oath of Abjuration is a statement that repudiates any previously taken oaths, or personal feelings, of loyalty to an individual, group, government, or cause.
[9] Glasgow Ship’s Log
[10] The transcriber of the Oath of Abjuration in the cited source was unable to read the words that appeared in the original at the points where the words in parentheses appear here, so I have inserted my best guesses given the oath’s intent. I believe the intent of the use of “viz+” at the end is to mean “all former governments.”

Monday, June 4, 2018

Drums of Drums Introduction


The gravestone has now stood in the St. John's Lutheran and St. John's U.C.C. (formerly Reformed) Cemetery, St. Johns, PA for 214 years. It marks the location of a five-year-old child’s grave. The inscription reads, “hier liegtingot Isaac Drum bgraben  geboren ten 18th October 1799  gestorbn ten 8th Mey 1804. das macht den zorn das wir sovergen”. Here lies Isaac Drum buried. Born 18 October 1799. Died 8 May 1804. I believe a rough translation of the last phrase might be, “Never to be forgotten” (to the best of my translation-ability it reads, “that makes anger; that we forgot”.)


That this five-year-old child is buried in the St. Johns Cemetery confirms the family was in the Drums valley at the time of Isaac’s passing in 1804. It marks not only Isaac’s grave, but documents the earliest known date of George Drum and his family being in the Drums valley.


A postcard of Drums I keep pinned to my wall (note the pin). That’s Drums in the middle, St. Johns is up in that crinkled upper right corner, the Little Nescopeck can be seen near the bottom lower left and I81 is the line that runs across the top half left to right.

This beautiful valley, in the midst of the Appalachian Mountains of Pennsylvania, sits approximately five miles North of Hazleton and just around 30 miles South of Wilkes-Barre. It is called Drums Valley because the village of Drums sits right in the center of the valley. The Drums Valley is also known as the Butler Valley. It is called the Butler Valley because Butler Township fills the valley up from Butler Mountain (also known as Buck Mountain) to Nescopeck Mountain. Butler Township is not to be confused with the town of Butler, PA. The Town of Butler is approximately 200 miles West of Drums; about 30 miles North of Pittsburgh. That is pretty country too, after all it is still Pennsylvania, but I think we can all agree it isn’t the Drums Valley.

Butler Mountain as seen from my home in Drums, PA (June 4, 2018).

“Drums”. Now THAT is an odd name for a place to be called! Why in heaven’s name would someone name a place “Drums”? Well, that was George’s fault. As important as Isaac is to us today for confirming the earliest known date of his family’s presence in the valley, George was all that and more when it comes to importance to the place that took his family’s name for itself. But we’ll get to this in a later post.

Now even though it is unusual for me to be ahead of my time, in this case I am, by about 100 years. Therefore, as is often true in so much of what we do in life, I must go backwards to go forwards! However, we’ll catch up quickly. What will follow in posts yet to come will be the story of specific descendants of a man named Philip Drum, beginning with him, himself, when he was born more than 300 years ago, in 1702.

Turns out, this Philip Drum is the progenitor of our line, as one Genealogist put it in 1927[a]. Philip was the first of “us” to come to this continent, that we know of, to stay. He arrived in Philadelphia in 1738. Now he wasn’t alone in holding the last name Drum. There are Drums spread across the country. There are Drums in North Carolina, New York, Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee, Texas, almost every state, even California! Wait. Some of those California Drums, as well as some of those others, are from Philip’s tree, but believe it or not, many (most?) are not. Of course, we all MAY be from the same tree if the various trees are followed back far enough, but remember, I said only 300 years.

Most of what will be presented is documented fact. Some has been documented by me but a lot will be based on facts documented by someone else which I didn’t, or wasn’t able to, double-check. Some of what will be written here will be un-documentable oral history and some will be out-right supposition. None of it will be pure fiction on my part although I will, upon occasion, take poetic license to add ambiance such as “gulls screaming over-head while the ship rocks on the waves”. Stuff like that just gives the story more life and, therefore, I hope, makes it easier to read.  I hope you’ll forgive me when I do wander in this way.

I’ll try to post something at least once a month. As for the facts and/or suppositions that I post, if you should see something that I just plain missed or got wrong, know more about than I relate, and/or can confirm my “supposes”, let me know. We can always talk it over and I am always ready to learn more! Now, I am sure someone will know something about some member in this family that I don’t mention. “Hey! What about Ruben?” you’ll want to shout. “You just jumped right over Ruben!!” Now if you were to say such a thing, you’d be right. My line of inquiry will follow closely the direct father/son line from that first Drum named Philip to the 10th generation of today, also named Philip. Believe me, some of those fathers along the way had a number of children and they also had a number of brothers and sisters, most of whom also had children, and most of those children had children…well, you begin to see the issue. There are a terrible lot of stories that could be told!

My intent here is not to address the stories of every one of Philip’s decedents. My intent is to focus in on those Drums – Philip, Jacob, George, Philip, John, Nathan A., Elmer, Harry, Ronald, Philip - who make the direct connection between my son and his Grandfather8 (including me and Philip that’s ten generations). That is not to say some of those stories about the brothers and sisters, even from other Drum trees, when known, can’t be told! In fact, I plan to tell at least one told to me by Kevin Drum from Ohio. But I never turn a story away. Tell me the one you want told, let me use your name, allow me to edit what you tell me, and we will all learn the stories for those I do not touch on in my discussions.

My plan is to roll the story out generally chronologically. So, in the next post, we’ll begin in Germany in 1702, take the trip across the ocean to the new world with Philip, and make some promises once we’ve arrived. Then in later posts we’ll investigate what became of Philip, his son Jacob, and their wives once here in Pennsylvania. The discussion will carry Jacob’s son George and his family to Drums and follow George’s descendants, staying close to the line advanced above, through the 1800’s and 1900’s until we reach the present. Down the line (no pun intended) we’ll focus on faith, war, coal mining, and various kinds of transportation that impacted the Drums and/or that the Drums impacted! 

The story of the Drums of Drums begins; at least the part of the history we know, anyway; not in Drums, of course, but approximately 3,895 miles east, in a place called Zweibrucken which is located in present-day Germany. There, we begin.

The next post: Into the Unknown! Return June 25 for a trip across the ocean.





[a] Helman, Laura M., History and Genealogy of the Drum Family (Allentown, PA: Berkemeyer, Keck & Co., 1927)