Rainham Builders
Barbara Davis
1821 - 1900 (79 years)-
Name Barbara Davis Born 1821 Gender Female Died 1900 Person ID I00109 Jacob and Barbara (Schenk) Hoover Last Modified 1 Apr 2014
Family Benjamin Hoover, b. 1811, d. 1889 (Age 78 years) Married 3 Jul 1838 Children 1. Matilda Hoover, b. 1840, d. 13 Jul 1915 (Age 75 years) [Natural] 2. Catherine Hoover, b. 1844, d. 12 May 1920 (Age 76 years) [Natural] 3. Joel Hoover, b. 8 Jul 1845, d. 4 Dec 1922 (Age 77 years) [Natural] 4. Edwin Hoover, b. 1850, d. 2 Jan 1913 (Age 63 years) [Natural] 5. Mary Hoover, b. 1853, Rainham Township, Haldimand County, Ontario 
, d. 1921, Rainham Township, Haldimand County, Ontario (Age 68 years) [Natural]6. Benjamin Hoover, b. 1863, d. 1946 (Age 83 years) [Natural] Last Modified 1 Apr 2014 Family ID F0071 Group Sheet | Family Chart
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Notes - YOUR GRANDMOTHER AND MINE
From Düsseldorf in Germany in 1833
Two youthful maidens sallied forth
To a home beyond the sea,
They were not sisters, but were
The best of friends alive,
For your own grandmother told me so
When I was only five.
They lived a chaste and simple life
And never knew a man;
They said goodbye to all their friends
And left their Fatherland.
I do not know the family name
If it was Brick or Bine,
I only know that they became
Your Grandmother and Mine.
They had a secret meeting place
Beneath the old Mill Bridge
When parents went to Mass
Or solemn sacrilege
They would wander to that sheltered spot
And plan their future life
And who would be the Happy Man
To claim them for a wife.
The last night in their old home town
They met again by choice;
They heard the Burge Master's bell
They heard his grating voice.
They bid adieu to all things dear,
And shed a silent tear
To-morrow they'd be far away
Brave maiden dare not fear.
Six lonely weeks upon the deep
On sailing ship was spent
The rocking ship disturbed their sleep
As Westward bound she went;
'Till finally one glorious morn
The "Captain" blew his horn
The young folks trembled with delight
For the new world hove in sight.
The majestic river rich in lore
With natives gazing from each shore;
Two days it took to reach Mt. Royal
And set their feet on Canadian soil.
They had a council what best to do
As some had friends in Waterloo;
But Elizabeth and Barbara Ann
Persuaded Mike to go down the Grand.
At Cayuga town while at the Kirk
They heard somebody say,
That by the lake the crops were good
Good wages would they pay;
Next morning early as the sun
Was rising in the East
They took a lunch and headed south
And said goodbye to priest.
They trudged along the dusty road
Their hopes were losing zest;
And said I hope we'll find some place
Where we we can eat and rest.
Old Isaac Hoover came along
In a two horse democrat.
He asked them in their native tongue
As he took off his hat,
Would they be willing to assist
In taking off the crop
They said, "We would be glad to help
And with you people stop."
They worked all summer in the fields
Along with girls and boys
They helped to store the bounteous yields
And shared the young folks joys;
When Jake and Ben would bring the carts
Home with the girls at nine
It was plain to see they'd won the hearts
Of your Grandma and Mine.
The courtship that finally led
To a happy marriage
Was smooth as silk except
For one serious barrage;
The lovers were reared in the Martyr's creed
To which the Catholics would give no heed;
But the maidens bold, said like Ruth of old
We are willing when we're married
To accept your faith as ours
Where you die let us be buried
Let us share your joys and sorrows.
But the crafty old priest, fie, fie, for shame
Would come every year with censure sore
If you don't return to the mother's name
You will lose your souls outside the door;
So when men come with threatening words
With falsehood their design
It might be well to copy
From your Grandmother and Mine.
Written by Menno Hoover, a grandson of Jacob Hoover and Elizabetha Brick for the grandchildren of Benjamin Hoover and Barbara Ann Davis.
- YOUR GRANDMOTHER AND MINE