10949. Caroline Carpenter Ross
Died 1 Nov 1853 according to Titus file
5355. Alonzo Philetus Carpenter
CENSUS: 1880 United States Census
Household:
Name Relation Marital Status Gender Race Age Birthplace Occupation Father's Birthplace Mother's Birthplace
Alonzo P. CARPENTER Self M Male W 51 VT Lawyer CT CT
Julia R. CARPENTER Wife M Female W 47 NH Keeping House NH NH
Philip CARPENTER Son S Male W 24 NH Studying Law VT NH
Arthur H. CARPENTER Son S Male W 17 NH At School VT NH
Edith CARPENTER Dau S Female W 16 NH At School VT NH
Helen CARPENTER Dau S Female W 13 NH At Home VT NH
Etta MAGOON Other S Female W 17 VT VT VT
Fannie H. ROUSE Other S Female W 25 CT VT MA
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Source Information:
Census Place Bath, Grafton, New Hampshire
Family History Library Film 1254764
NA Film Number T9-0764
Page Number 29A
Occupation: novelist, playwright.
5356. Chester Whitmore Carpenter
Educated at Amherst 1839.
Number 5232 in the CM on page 545. See notes. She had at least one child.
5360. Augustine Dyer Carpenter
Resided in Boston, ,MA. and San Francisco, CA A clipping
from a California paper says
"Died near Latrobe, Eldorado , CA, May 8, 1890, Capt. A.
D. Carpenter, father of D. A. Carpenter and Mrs. M. C. Vincent,
a native of Ashford, ,CT,aged 70 years. 4 months, 22 days."
He took a great interest in the genealogy of the Carpenter
family, and has rendered valuable assistance to the compiler
from the commencement of the work. He was a very pleasant and
generous man. He had a good education, was a good grammarian
and composer, a fluent writer and speaker and excelled in
penmanship. He died up in the mines; the following letter
will explain his work at the time of writing, but it was in
another part of the state that he died, nine years later.
"MT. RANCH, CALAVERAS , CA, APRIL 11, 1881.
Mv DEAR COUSIN:-
Yours of Mar. 26, met a very cordial welcome on its arrival, two
days since; and in accordance with my promise in that "short
letter," if it can be called a letter. I will respond at such
length as I hope may prove satisfactory to you, although I do
not seem to have much inspiration for letter writing of late
years. But I have read and re-read yours with a great deal of
interest, and will respond as best I can. These words, "I
still live on the old farm" touched a chord that will not cease
to vibrate while the blood circulates in my veins. My thoughts
often, very often, revert to the old farm where I was born, with
yearning desire to see it again; but the hope that I may do so
is growing fainter and fainter as year after year rolls off the
wheel of time. The last four and a half years have seemed dark
and dreary, for the most part, resulting from losses and
disappointments that I will not weary you by reciting. I have
been in this mining camp for the last eighteen months, under
circumstances that make it necessary to be alone so far as
having my family with me is concerned. My wife and Chester
Wallace are in San Francisco with her parents, who are poor; and
the board money that I send her every month helps to keep the
family together. Chester W. has been over three years in one of
the largest importing houses in the city, which deals in
agricultural implements, hardware, etc; and if he remains there
until he is 21, he will have a knowledge of the business that
should give him a reasonably fair start in the race of life. Of
course he needs to have his mother to look after him, hence I
make a "merit of necessity" and try to make myself as contented
as possible without them; and have only been home twice in the
eighteen months since I came here. My wife
is intending to make me a visit next month, but the expense
involved $25 or $30) is a matter of no small importance, and I
wrote her yesterday that I have doubts as to whether we ought to
spend the amount for that purpose at present. I am bookkeeper
for a private company of gentlemen who are opening a quartz mine
here. They have already spent about $10,000 on the
enterprise, and are just beginning to find very strong evidence
that they have a good property;
have just completed an eight-stamp mill, capable of reducing
about eight tons of ore in twenty-four hours, but their mine is
not yet sufficiently opened to keep the mill constantly supplied
with ore. My salary is small, but my duties are not very
laborious. The superintendent (who is also an owner of
one-fifth) is an old friend, and promises me an increase of
salary when the mine becomes remunerative. Aside from living
away from my family, in a locality where there are no Sabbath
privileges, and but few privileges of any kind, my life here is
not an unpleasant one. And nearly four months ago, my daughter
and her little boy of four years, came up here from near the
city, where she had been teaching school, and is now teaching in
the village a mile and a half from this camp. I have occasion
to go to the post office every morning, and scarcely ever fail
to see them. My little grandson is a very bright and loving
little fellow, and seeing them so often is a great comfort to
me. Mattie is an excellent teacher, and I believe the children
are quite fond of her.
Your loving Cousin.
A. D. CARPENTER."
"JANUARY 13, 1897.
DEAR COUSIN AMOS:-
It seems only just 'to my dear father's memory that a more
extended account of
his noble life should be added to the excellent testimonial
already written by yourself in recognition of his worth. Perhaps
no one can do this more easily than his "only and beloved
daughter," as he always called me, for our association was even
more tender and intimate than usual between parent and child,
his every plan and hope being confided to me from the moment of
its inception.
When in February, 1894, he left Boston, for California by way of
the dreaded Cape Horn, he had
never spoken any language but English, although a fair Latin
scholar, but he made such good
use of the first half of that seven months' voyage, that on the
arrival at Valparaiso he acted as interpreter for the ship, and
when they reached San Francisco in September, he was able to
converse fluently in the Spanish tongue which was at that early
day so important as a medium of communication with the Mexican.
I mention this instance of my father's untiring energy and
quickness of intellect, as being characteristic of his whole
career. Just as he had unaided, mastered a foreign language, so
be would adapt himself to any circumstances in which he might be
placed, ready at one and the same time to handle the pick and
shovel in the mines and lead the singing and religious exercises
of any denomination in the locality. Mining, however,
occupied but a very small portion of the forty years of his life
in California. He went into business in Sacramento, making and
losing three successive fortunes, by fire, flood. and the
treachery of a partner. He owned and ran, as captain, the
steamer Orient, the first passenger boat that ever plied the
Sacramento river between San Francisco and Red Bluff, the latter
being then the hightest navigable point of the river. He
afterwards sold the Orient to the California Steam Navigation
company, and it blew up the following year. He continued in the
employ of this company many years as captain and clerk, and many
a venerable pioneer recalls with pleasure the trip taken with
the jovial Captain Carpenter, whose steady hand and eye guided
the tiny stern-wheeled boat, through the snags and over the
"Hog's Back" of the upper Sacramento. In 1865 the steamer
Sophia McLean, under command of Captain Huribut, was blown up,
and its captain killed. My father was appointed to and held
this position about fifteen years, then resigned to open a
mining office in San Francisco. Another fortune was swallowed
up in building a flume to develop a mine near Dutch Flat, and in
the meantime my father, with his limitless confidence in human
nature was induced to fit out an expedition in search of the
famous Cocas Island Treasure. It is laughable and at the
same time pitiful to think how we all shared his enthusiasm and
hope in the success of this venture, which ended as have all
other attempts before and since, in the same direction, though I
believe another ship was fitted out lately to go on this
fruitless voyage. It was after this failure that my father
went to Mountain Ranch as told in his letter, and then returned
to San Francisco where he was employed in Goss & Dow's foundry,
as bookkeeper. He was an expert accountant and was often engaged
by different firms to straighten out their books.
He was a prominent Mason, having been master of Occidental
lodge, No.1 of San Francisco, and was buried by the order,
After my brother Wallace's death, my father's health became so
broken that physicians said he could never recover, but to their
astonishment he did become perfectly well, and for months before
his death had been working very hard up in Placer county where
he had gone to sell a mine in which he had an interest. On the
evening of May 8, 1890, he ate, as usual, a hearty supper, and
went to bed apparently in perfect health, and was found in the
morning, with his head resting upon one hand, having apparently
passed in his sleep to that rest which the Lord promises to His
beloved.
To us the members of his family, who had known of his cherished
desire to go east once more to visit the dear ones whom he had
known and loved forty years before, it seemed almost cruel that
he should have been cut off with none of the hopes of a lifetime
realized, but, as he wrote to me once: "It is no less a sin to
murmur now than in the days when Moses led the Children of
Israel through the wilderness to the Promised Land." Nor did
he ever repine at whatever befell him. One of the last articles
I ever received from his pen was a poem written on the occasion
of my 42d birthday.
His wife, my dear stepmother, still lives in San Francisco,
caring for her aged mother, now 86 years old and blind, having
lost her sight about fifteen years ago. Her only son, my
brother Wallace, was cut off in his early manhood, as stated
elsewhere in the Carpenter history."
2 SOUR S203
3 TEXT pg 350-352
He shot himself accidentally while out hunting. He was a lad of
great promise and beloved by all who knew him.
10966. Chester Wallace Carpenter
He died in Virginia City, NV, in the famous Gould & Curry
mining disaster. The loss of this son, the second to die a
sudden and violent death, was a blow from which his father never
fully recovered.2 SOUR S203
3 TEXT pg 546
Residence: lived in Sinclair, Chautauqua Co., NY then to SD.
The moved to Sinclairville, N.Y. and afterwards to ,SD,
where they were last known to live. Their experiences in that
new farming country, particularly during the famous blizzard
year, are of more interest than often recorded either in
biography, history or fiction, but both are earnest devoted
Christians, and their faith sustains them in all privations.2 SOUR S203
3 TEXT pg 352
5367. Chauncy George Carpenter