In 1890, threre the U.S. economy “went south” ; and, having lost his livelihood, so did John Rutan Tuuttle, one of my great, fgreat grandparents. In Texas, his son, Ulysses Grant Tuttle met Bessie Patterson, dau. of Hanry Dorsey Patterson, and started on the way to becomng a great (now great, great, soon 3g) grandfather. Henry GRant, (now Sr. ) was born in Arkansas, his siblings elsewhere: they all worked in a trade which required constant movement: print -setting (and, I think, pressmen). I learned form a nother person visiting the Oakland Museum (when I was ) that it was common practice, until then 40, now maybe 50 years ago, for print setters to move around. After all, one only needed so many; only when a printer was doing extra work, woiud he require extra hands.
What I did not learn, until recently, is htat Hemry Dorsey Pattersson had a Souhern born mohter, and a wife who was not only Souhtern in origin, but probalby descended from a Britsh soldier, captired by hte American army in 1781, nor htat he himself was a Confederate soldier: I’d thought that, like the Tuttle’s they were what Southerners called ‘carpetbaggers’.
* I have mentioend this elsewhere.
History is full of surpriises !