A Letter to Our Grandchildren about Peace, Courage, Love, Justice, Kindness and Loyalty
Dear reader, we are still writing the letter below to our grandchildren. They haven’t seen it yet. We invite you to pretend you are almost 12, or 10 (we chose to write to the developmental level of the older two. The younger one, age 5, will want to be right in there with them but will understand more later).
Dear Owen, Julia, and Lydia,
Your granddad and I have been sitting in our office for many months, talking about our family, learning new stories about the people who lived many years ago, most of them before you were born. You have known only one of the 28 people Granddad has researched. That person is Great Grandma Barbara Ann Hess Hershey Becker.
It has been fun, frustrating, tedious, and exciting work to find these stories, the pictures, and now to think about what all of this means.
You carry within you the hopes and dreams of all who went before you. The 28 people in these booklets are only a few of hundreds and thousands of others. For example, you are the twelfth generation of Hersheys in America and the tenth generation of Showalters. I hope that we can go back further into Switzerland to find more ancestors, but no matter how many generations we can find, we won’t have many stories to tell about them. They lived and died without leaving much of a record
I was born a Hershey. A lot of people have asked me if I am related to Milton S. Hershey, the famous entrepreneur and founder of both Hershey Chocolate Company and the city and philanthropies that bear his name.
Until now, all I knew was that he died before I was born and that I was not a close relative. Now I know that long ago we had some very important ancestors in common (the first three generations in America) and that Milton Hershey was very interested in their stories too.
These Hershey stories that Milton Hershey also honored are an important inheritance. I invite you to explore what we can together discover about them and to remember these stories, especially if you face difficulties, challenges, or discouragement, as all of us do, in life.
We are finishing this biographical genealogy project during the holiday season. This year at Thanksgiving I am thankful for each of these ancestors, and I am grateful to have the few stories they have bequeathed us. I am also thankful for each of you three. I have seen in you the values I admire most in our ancestors: peace, courage, love, justice, kindness, and loyalty. We’ll talk about these when we are together again.
Before there were any Hersheys in America, there were Hirschis who lived in Switzerland. They were Anabaptists who held some radical ideas. One of their important ideas was that the church and the state should be separate. After reading the Bible and and failing to find any infant baptisms, they re-baptized people who were baptized as babies. This made them heretics to the church and traitors to the state. Infant baptism and the baptismal records kept by the church were critical to the state as a database used for taxation and conscription into the military. Anabaptists also did not believe in serving in war because they believed Jesus when he said, “Love your enemies.”
Thousands of Anabaptists died after magistrates, soldiers, and other officers of the state rounded them up, put them in prison, and drowned them or burned them. Thousands of others worshiped in caves and fled from country to country, looking for a place where they could worship in peace and not be forced to serve in wars.
When William Penn, a Quaker who also believed Christians should not fight in wars, invited the Anabaptists (by the seventeenth century they were called Mennonites) to come to “Penn’s Woods” in America, they accepted the invitation. They were farmers living in western Germany to escape Swiss persecution.
The Hirschi story of escaping Switzerland to go to Germany is told in a novel called Furgge by Katharina Zimmermann. The Christen Hirschi of that novel is likely one of our early ancestors or related to them if he is not.
Christian Hershey was an old man when he brought his family to America from Friedelsheim, southwestern Germany (known as the Palatinate, a term that goes back to the Roman Empire when Count Palatine ruled the region). Christian’s parents came from the Emmental region of Switzerland.
His son Benjamin was a bishop and an influential leader among the Mennonites. He was chosen in 1775 to write to the Pennsylvania General Assembly which was calling up troops to fight the British. Here is how he described his people:
We have dedicated ourselves to serve all men in every thing that can be helpful to the preservation of men’s lives, but we find no freedom in giving, or doing or assisting in any thing by which men’s lives are destroyed or hurt.
Benjamin was the presiding bishop of Lancaster Conference Mennonites during the Revolutionary War. He was known as a peacemaker and widely respected.
Benjamin’s son Christian purchased land close to what is now Manheim. He had grown up along the Conestoga River in what is now western Lancaster. He probably played with Conestoga Indian children there. The Indians migrated seasonally, and it is likely that Christian connected with his friends Michael and Mary throughout his adulthood. He invited Michael and Mary to establish a home on his property in 1749. In 1763 the vigilante group the Paxton Boys raided any place in Lancaster County where Conestoga Indians were known to be, culminating in the raid at the Lancaster jail where they murdered men, women, and children who had been taken there for their protection. This horrific event was known as the Conestoga Massacre.
During the raid, Christian and Anna hid Mary and Michael in their arch cellar. After the raid the Governor John Penn issued an order of protection for Michael and Mary. In 1907 during a Hershey reunion, Milton Hershey visited the graves. Today you can still visit the graves, courtesy of Kreider Farms who owns the land, the only marked graves of Native Americans in Lancaster County.* For many years the children of the Doe Run School (established by the Hershey family) made an outing of walking the path along the Doe Run where Michael and Mary would have walked and where their graves are now. Note the flag. The story the children were told, starting in 1897 (seven years after the official closing of the frontier), was that Michael and Mary were not hiding from the Paxton Boys but from “savage Indians.”
This Christmas when we share the book Granddad has written, we will tell you these stories and ask what kind of values you see in the lives of your ancestors. How can we honor them?
Here are some of my own answers to that question:
I want to be ready to stand for PEACE, even if it is an unpopular idea, and to look for ways to LOVE everyone, even my enemies, as Jesus taught us.
I want to have the COURAGE to use words that speak to powerful people (like Benjamin) when the time is right and the cause is JUST. It also took a lot of COURAGE for Christian and Anna to place Michael and Mary under their protection when the Paxton Boys were riding all through Lancaster County, intent on destroying every Indian life.
I want to be KIND and LOYAL like Christian and Anna were to Michael and Mary. I want to love people of different cultures and races.
So, dear Owen, Julia, and Lydia, we give you these gifts of stories and values that we hope can help guide your lives too. They are more important than any gifts of money or things you may also get from us.
We love you always,
Grandma Shirley and Granddad Stuart
*I have since learned of one other marked grave, that of Martha Unknown, a Mohican, who worked at Linden Hall girls school and is buried in God’s Acre, a mile from our house.
P.S. Craig Stark told me that the picture of MSH above was a “dandy” image and that Hershey later rejected it for being too flashy. Stark recommended this photo as being more prototypical. The picture was taken at the park inside Hershey Park and probably was chosen as a way to illustrate MSH’s “green” values. He built around the tree to make the roof. He did not tear it down. But when I compare the two pictures to each other, I see someone who cared a lot about his personal appearance in both cases. He continued to like those Panama hats (possibly because he had a huge sugar operation in Cuba??). And his wool suits are tailored to fit him perfectly.
Readers: Thanks for reading! I’d love any suggestions for improvement or corrections for inaccuracies. Not all of the ancestors are as illustrious as those early Hersheys! Our collective Showalter-Hershey roots include a Confederate soldier, a “shotgun wedding,” and a business man who left investors hanging. What fruit, good or bad, have you shaken from your family tree(s)?
Congratulations! This is an amazing accomplishment that your children and grandchildren and their offspring will value for generations.
Thanks, Phyllis! It will be interesting to see their responses at Christmas, when we will all be together. We aren’t expecting overwhelming interest in the whole project, but the story of Michael and Mary may be an exception. There’s much that we don’t know, so we are continuing to ask researchers, historians, and family members. Kind of like piecing a quilt, I guess. 🙂
Like you, my connection to Milton Hershey is not direct. He and my Weaver grandfather were second cousins.
When I worked at a pastoral counseling center in Northern Virginia, my colleagues came from many denominations. One day a colleague, Jim Truxall, said that his family tells the story of a young American coming into their chocolate shop in Switzerland and asking to buy the recipe they used for their chocolate. They sold it to him. It was Milton Hershey. Jim’s conclusion was that they should have kept it and been the ones to make a fortune. Whether that was the recipe he actually used I don’t know, but it makes a good story.
Hi cousin Kathie. 🙂
I think that story is based on fact, although the details may not be totally clear. MSH did travel to Europe to study both the machinery of chocolate making and to get ideas for recipes. He engaged in some industrial espionage, I guess we might say. But the combining of milk and chocolate was difficult and took quite a while. I don’t know if he got the recipe in Switzerland or not. But I haven’t read the three tomes on MSH’s life that are sitting in front of me yet!
You are passing on a lively, written legacy to your grandchildren as I have with ours, giving each a special letter on their thirteen birthdays. Then too, I believe each of us has passed on our respective histories via our memoirs, yours with Blush and mine with Mennonite Daughter. By the way, when they are older, I believe those grands would enjoy learning about the less illustrious ancestors like “a Confederate soldier, a “shotgun wedding,” and “a business man who left investors hanging.” Even such fruit shaken from the family tree can be instructive, even entertaining.
Bravo to you and Stuart for such an honorable undertaking. 😀
We seem to have similar instincts in our later years, Marian., It’s where our earliest interests in stories took us. And yes, the less illustrious family stories are also fascinating, and perhaps illuminating. Unfortunately, it’s really hard to find out the kind of details that make a story interesting, whether the actor looks like a heroine or villain. The “why” they did any of their actions is inaccessible, except when they are acting out of a shared theological and historical mindset. I feel confident, for example, knowing why Benjamin Hershey wrote the peace proclamation. But I wish I had his journal!!
What a wonderful idea. I think those of us my age and up are wanting to pass on these values and precious stories. I like your directions and not knowing developmental stages/ages as well as you two educators, I will only applaud your letter here and bless your work–many others may be interested in knowing some of this history! (I never even thought of you as a Hershey chocolate person!) Blessings….
Thanks for the affirmation, Melodie. You have a generous heart and your blessing is encouraging. Doing this research makes me wish that I could have met Milton Hershey in person. But I am meeting with someone this week who has devoted a large measure of his life to local and Hershey history. There’s much more to learn!
My late husband Richard Landis was a nephew of Noah Kreider Jr.! (Kreider farms mentioned) His father C. Richard and Noah Jr’s wife Marian were brother and sister. Small world!
Yes, Roxanne, it is a small world. Especially here in Lancaster County, where generations have continued to live close to their relatives and marry each other. 🙂 I too am related to the Noah Kreider family because one of Christian Hershey’s daughters married a Kreider.
I love this statement:
“You carry within you the hopes and dreams of all who went before you.”
Your grandchildren will realize this most poignantly in their later years
This is a wonderful legacy you are leaving for them
Last Christmas I gifted our grandchildren with my life story ending at my teenage years. and written so they could understand and enjoy it. It certainly was not the typical Canadian childhood! life story ending at my teenage years. and written so they could understand and enjoy it. It certainly was not the typical Canadian childhood!
Elfrieda, you have amazing stories to share also, and the older we get, the more we are aware of their value. I have enjoyed reading your blogs over many years and seeing your grandchildren grow. The word “poignant” is a good one for the perspective we elders have on the great cloud of witnesses that surround us.
I think it is wonderfully done and will be treasured by them, especially the older ones.
Thank you, Maren. You have a poet’s talent for making meaning, connecting history with the present, and helping us sense the power of love, even when it isn’t visible. We aspire to the same.
Shirley — Wow! Just wow! Once again, my hat is off to you!
Thank you, Laurie. Deep bow to you.
My brother does most of the genealogy in our family. I believe my oldest son will at least preserve it for us. We have pictures of the gravestones from around Lancaster County and have put them on FindAGrave website. My favorite story is about my father walking across the Susquehanna River railroad bridge at Wrightsville to Columbia with his mom and three older siblings. I think he was about 3 or 4 as he was youngest of 6 kids (the oldest 2 girls went ahead of the family with their dad and another male relative to find jobs and a place to live in Lancaster about 1926). The pilings are the only thing left of this bridge (one of 5 bridges that had burned down or blown down by a hurricane from the stories on Wikipedia). It was just upstream from the Veterans Memorial Bridge that was built as a replacement. I wish I had learned this before dad and all his siblings died. It was a mile across the river. So many questions.
I can see that small boy crossing that big bridge in my mind, Janice. I am glad you stopped by to tell me about him. And I am glad you have a genealogist in your family. Have you ever visited the Susquehanna Heritage area museum in Wrightsville? Highly recommended! https://susqnha.org/