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Cyrus Vandolah was active in his community. He served on the board of trustees for the Barber Cemetery, as a school trustee for the old Vandolah School on Sandy Ridge-Mt. Airy Road, and as Commissioner of Deeds for Delaware Township. Like Bush, he was a strong supporter of the Hunterdon County Historical Society. He was also a hog farmer, frequently winning prizes at the annual agricultural fair.<\/p>\n This Cyrus Vandolah was the friend and contemporary of Egbert T. Bush. The two must have had many long chats about local history, as can be understood from the many times Mr. Bush deferred in his articles to the knowledge of his friend Cyrus.<\/p>\n Bush also wrote Vandolah\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s obituary after his death in 1931, in which he observed that since the death of his wife Hannah in 1910, Cyrus Vandolah \u201a\u00c4\u00faspent much of the time all alone on the old farm, always ready to greet congenial callers, and more than ready to communicate needed information from his seemingly inexhaustible store of local historic facts, whether relating specifically to persons or to occurrences.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 As mentioned in the previous article, Garret Vandolah had bequeathed his farm to nephew Cyrus on July 13, 1876, just a few months before Cyrus married Hannah Runkle.<\/p>\n Cyrus and Hannah seem to have divided their time between the farm on Bowne Station Road and the old Vandolah farm. According to mentions of him in the Hunterdon Republican, in 1892 and 1893, he was \u201a\u00c4\u00faof Bowne,\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 but in 1895 he was \u201a\u00c4\u00faof Sandy Ridge,\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 as well as in 1896 and 1897. And yet in 1899 he was again \u201a\u00c4\u00faof Bowne.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 Actually, a nasty incident occurred that year:<\/p>\n Cyrus Vandolah of Bowne, will loose his left eye as the result of a bruise. About 4 weeks ago, he was hunting in the brush when a twig struck his eye. The problem seemed to abate, but a few days ago the pain was unbearable. A specialist examined the eye and it is believe that it must be removed.1<\/a><\/sup><\/p><\/blockquote>\n Hannah Runkle Vandolah died on July 11, 1910, only 52 years old, and was buried in the Barber Cemetery.2<\/a><\/sup> As Mr. Bush wrote, following this tragedy, Cyrus spent much of his time at the old farm until his death on June 29, 1931, at the age of 78. This no doubt came as a blow to Egbert Bush, who wrote the obituary for him. Here are some excerpts:<\/p>\n Late in the 1880\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s, after the death of his uncle Garret Van Dolah, he came into possession of the historic Van Dolah farm, from which the school grounds still known by that name had been cut off. . . .<\/p>\n Cyrus is survived by one nephew, Cyrus J. Bissey, of Rosemont, and by four nieces, Elma Titus, of Delaware Township; Julia Tamms, of New York; Bertha Totten of Middlebush, N.J.; and Linda M. Wilson, of Philadelphia.<\/p>\n His wife Hannah (Runkle) Van Dolah, died many years ago. Since then he had spent much of the time all alone on the old farm, always ready to greet congenial callers, and more than ready to communicate needed information from his seemingly inexhaustible store of local historic facts, whether relating specifically to persons or to occurrences.<\/p>\n He was a man of remarkable memory, one noted far and wide for his knowledge of old things and old families of the community. He knew the history of almost every farm for miles around\u201a\u00c4\u00eewho sold it to whom\u201a\u00c4\u00eeoften away back into colonial days. Many are the interesting things that he could relate concerning old-time owners of this property or that. For clearing up local genealogical puzzles his equal was nowhere to be found. And somehow, in his genial whole-hearted way, he always made one feel that the inquiry had done him a favor. . . .<\/p>\n The last Van Dolah has gone. That wonderful memory is functioning no more. The community has lost a store of local knowledge. The old farm must soon pass into other hands, slowly\u201a\u00c4\u00eeO very slowly\u201a\u00c4\u00eeto become known by another name. May the name Van Dolah still be clinging to it at the end of the next hundred years.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Even though he was buried next to his wife in the Barber Cemetery, his funeral was held in the Sandy Ridge Church. A few years after his death, the old Vandolah farm was sold to someone without the Vandolah name\u201a\u00c4\u00eeGeorge H. Hoppock. The deed was dated February 10, 1934, in which Cyrus J. Bissey, Vandolah\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s executor, conveyed the farm to George H. Hoppock and his wife Edith B. Hoppock for $4500. The property was described as a 120-acre farm on the road leading from Stockton to Headquarters, in front of The Sandy Ridge Baptist Church building, also described as the Stockton-Sandy Ridge-Headquarters Road. It also bordered the Mt. Airy Road, passing the Van Dolah School, and the road leading to the village of Brookville. George H. Hoppock paid $4500 for the property.3<\/a><\/sup><\/p>\n The recital seemed a little odd. The farm being sold was the property devised by Garrett Van Dolah to Cyrus Van Dolah by will, and included parts of land conveyed by \u201a\u00c4\u00fathe heirs of Henry Van Dolah to Garrett Van Dolah on Dec 23, 1837 or 38\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 in Book 69 p. 313, and part of the tract conveyed by deed of May 11, 1738 (i.e., the land sold the Hendrick Vandolah, dated May 1, 1738 according to Egbert T. Bush).<\/p>\n The conveyance to Garret Vandolah took place in 1837, and included 11\/13th<\/sup> of a farm of 144.99 acres. The land of Hendrick Vandolah amounted to 171.75 acres. It appears that the farm bequeathed to Cyrus Vandolah, Jr. was a portion of these farms, being only 120 acres.<\/p>\n This George H. Hoppock was probably the son of Wm. P. Hoppock (1867-1938) and Elizabeth Mary Heath (1873-1958). He was born in 1899 and married Edith Bird sometime after 1930. In the 1930 Census for Delaware Township, George H. Hoppock, age 31, was single, living with his parents, working as a poultryman. In the 1940 census, he was married to Edith, age 48, and had a son Joseph, age 22, working as a farm hand. George Hoppock was renting the farm where he was living and working as a grader for a road construction company.4<\/a><\/sup><\/p>\n This brings us almost to the end of the Vandolah saga. I will let Egbert T. Bush have the last word. In 1929, he wrote an article praising Cyrus Vandolah\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s character and memory, which was published in the Hunterdon Democrat. Unlike most of Mr. Bush\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s articles published on this website, this one will not be interrupted with comments by me. (I did, however, add the photograph, which was shared with me by Lora Olsen.)<\/p>\n His Neighbors Ask Cyrus When They Want to Know<\/p>\n \u201a\u00c4\u00faOld Redeye,\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 Ancient Turtle<\/p>\n by Egbert T. Bush, Stockton, N.J.<\/p>\n published by the Hunterdon County Democrat, August 1, 1929<\/p>\n Ask Cyrus. His Name is Cyrus Van Dolah, but we don\u201a\u00c4\u00f4t say all that. Everybody understands. He is the last survivor of a long line of Van Dolahs in this country running back to 1705, when his remote ancestor came from Holland to Long Island. In 1725 he came to the farm now owned by Cyrus. This farm lies on Sandy Ridge, two miles from Stockton, New Jersey, and has been in the family name for more than two centuries.<\/p>\n Cyrus is an unpretentious man now nearing the age which Scripture implies can be reached only by reason of strength. Here in this quiet vicinity, and mostly on this homestead farm, he has spent his quiet life. He has never tried to do anything remarkable, never held a political office and never sought to be otherwise than just himself and one of us. His wife died many years ago, since which event he has lived a rather lonely life on the old farm.<\/p>\n He has no relative nearer than nephew and niece. But he has never been without community interest. Long before the law spread the school district over the whole township, he was an active trustee of the Van Dolah School. Since that change was made, some thirty years ago, he has been a member of the Board of Education of the Township of Delaware and is still its President.<\/p>\n The Van Dolah school-house stands less than three hundred yards from the farm house, on lands leased to the district in 1821 by Catherine Van Dolah, grandmother of Cyrus. In front of that interesting old farm house is a famous spring from which all those generations of thirsty school children have secured their supply of drinking water.<\/p>\n Why Ask Cyrus?<\/strong><\/p>\n But why ask Cyrus? For two good reasons: first, because Cyrus knows; second, because Cyrus will be very glad to tell us. While he makes no pretension to being a scientist, a mystic, a philosopher or any thing along the \u201a\u00c4\u00fahighbrow\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 line, while he has never sought distinction in any special way, a curious kind of distinction has all along been seeking him, and has made him a distinguished man in spite of \u201a\u00c4\u00fano distinction.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9<\/p>\n His mind is retentive. What he knew long ago he knows to-day. He can tell us more about the old families of the vicinity than anybody else can tell; more about their peculiarities, their inter-marriages, their occupations and their special doings whether important or unimportant. He has a particular liking for old things and old occurrences; and of both he has no inconsiderable store. Any person with similar tastes or any one having need to know about something which everybody else has forgotten can spend an hour\u201a\u00c4\u00eeseveral hours more likely\u201a\u00c4\u00eewith both pleasure and profit in asking Cyrus. For instance:<\/p>\n You may be curious to know how long a land tortoise may live. If so, ask Cyrus. He cannot give you the limit, but he can and will tell you the interesting story of \u201a\u00c4\u00faOld Redeye.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 This is one of two tortoises, of which one was marked \u201a\u00c4\u00faG.V.D. & D.W. 1804\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 and the other \u201a\u00c4\u00faG.V.D. & D.W. 1806,\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 by Garret Van Dolah and Daniel Wilson, two small boys who were cousins and playmates in that long ago.[#. Garret Van Dolah (1797-1884) was the son of Henry Van Dolah and Catharine Taylor. Henry\u201a\u00c4\u00f4s sister Sarah Van Dolah married William Wilson and had Daniel Wilson, who died in 1815.] Garret lived on the farm with his parents and Daniel frequently visited him there. This same Garret Van Dolah, an uncle to Cyrus, later became owner of the farm, where\u00ac\u2020he lived all his life and died there at a great age.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/goodspeedhistories.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/VandolahCyrusJr2.jpg\")
<\/a>Cyrus Vandolah, Jr. was born October 5, 1852. He died June 29, 1931, and was buried in Barber Cemetery, along with wife Hannah H. Runkle (1858-1910), daughter of Horace Runkle and Sarah H. Landis. They had no children.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/goodspeedhistories.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/03\/RunkleHannah.jpg\")
<\/a>The couple was married on December 23, 1876. The marriage announcement in the Hunterdon Democrat stated that Cyrus A. Van Dolah was \u201a\u00c4\u00faof Oakdale,\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 and Hannah H. Runkle was \u201a\u00c4\u00faof Mt. Airy.\u201a\u00c4\u00f9 Oakdale was an old name for the area around Bowne Station.<\/p>\nCyrus Van Dolah,
\nLast Of An Old Family<\/h1>\n
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<\/a>The tortoises were turned loose to become the special care of the whole Van Dolah family. Each summer they were sought with much solicitude, often found, and always guarded with great care; for the life of such a creature is in great danger during the farming season, and especially during haying and harvest time. In 1874 the one first marked was killed by a mowing machine, just seventy years after the marking. Garret Van Dolah, the marker, was still living to grieve over the loss of his life-long pet; and it is said, with never the semblance of a sneer, that the stricken old gentleman actually shed tears over his bereavement.<\/p>\n