Scholes Family Website
Historical and Genealogical Record of the Scholes Family, 1690-1838
1934, the compiling of data of the Scholes' family was begun. We have
accomplished as much as has been possible without the assistance of a salaried
of the data has been furnished by members of the family, by
generosity, without which it would have been impossible to publish this record.
For all of this hearty co-operation I wish to thank each member that
any way. I would gladly mention the names of
all those assisting were it possible to
do so without omitting some one, but such a long
period of time has elapsed since it was begun. I am
to do this. The
committee on publication, consisting of Grace Dort, Elizabeth Gelser, Edith
Sylor and myself, ask that all be tolerant of errors or omissions inasmuch
as it has been with much difficulty that the data was procured since
so many of the family have passed away.
sketch was written by John W. Seholes, Angelica,
N. Y. and by his sister, Mrs. Margaret J. Scholes Bradt of Castile, N.
Y., and read by Mrs. Bradt at an
John Scholes, 1784-1875
The site of the Scholes settlement at Birdsall in Allegany County. In this field, now of waving corn, once stood the family’s rude log cabins.
The history of the Scholes family in America
begins with their emigration
during the latter part of
seventeenth and beginning of the eighteenth century.
II, King of England, was
Catholic. He tried to stamp cut the Protestant religion in England and Ireland
and restore Catholicism.
William III, Prince of Orange, had married Mary, daughter of James
of England, which gave him -a
claim to England, and at the invitation of
the English Parliamant, he crossed over from Holland to take the throne from
James and to protect the Protestants in Ireland. He landed in England at-Torbay
on 5th November 1688 with an army of Dutch soldiery. James fled
to Ireland and there for a year and a half withstood William. William succeeded,
however, in the notable battle of the Boyne, 1st July 1690, in dislodging
to France and exile.
William's followers from Holland were two brothers, namely, John
and James Scholz. John Scholz was killed in Ireland in the battle of Carrickmacross.
Scholz was the Dutch spelling of
name. Therefore our lorefathers
were Holland Dutch.
William drove James into exile and became King of England, he gave
portions of the confiscated estates of the conquered Irish Catholics, to his
followers who had distinguished themselves for bravery. To grandfather's.
forefather, he gave the town of Radeery, situated in the Province of Ulster,
Monaghan County, North of Ireland. But through his extravagance, James encumbered
the property to such an extent that none of his descendants were
able to redeem it. It
was James Scholz who changed the spelling of the name to Scholes (the English
spelling). It was also spelled Scoles, Scoales, etc. His estate was called
Brookvail or Brookvale.
Scholes was married to Ann McEnaigh (?)
they had ten children, seven sons
three daughters. The daughters were
the eldest. The names of the sons were John, Richard, Andrew, Thomas, William-James
and Robert. As they arrived at
their father helped them to
a start in life.
moved into County Antrim, John
Tarmanagh (Fermanagh), Robert to County Armagh, Richard to Aghaboge (?), the
south side of County Monaghan, James lived with his father at Brookvale until
the latter's death.
married Elizabeth Colven, and to them were born six daughters and
two sons, the sons, John and Andrew, being the youngest. James while young
became a sportsman, dealing in race horses and steeple chasers. At one
of these steeple chase races, he was seriously injured and remained an invalid
the remainder of his life. His eldest daughter married and James gave
his son-in-law power of attorney to conduct his estate and in a few years
the latter had sunk it so deeply in
that it still remains so.
Seholes (Scoles) died leaving two unmarried daughters and two sons.
older boy John, at the
of eighteen enlisted in the 8th Light Dragoons, under King George III, King of
England. He received his training in
horsemanship and sword practice in England. He, grandfather, was an expert
swordsman. In time, he with others were ordered to India to
the Sepoy Rebellion and took part in some hard fought battles. He related
an amusing incident, as follows: "When they were riding all night to meet
the enemy the next day, on each man's helmet was a large brass plate kept at,
mirror polish. Before sunrise the order was given, `Turn helmets.' The
sun striking suddenly on so many bright plates caused a panic within the
enemy ranks and they fled in disorder, crying ‘The British have two faces'
told of another incident when they had been following the
enemy for a number of days, each night found them at the camp the enemy
had just left. Orders were given for an extra march. About dawn they
came upon the enemy encamped in a hollow, and having no pickets, they
were completely surrounded. The order was given, “No quarters”, and but for the accidental discharge of a pistol they would have been
butchered in their tents. Toward
the last of the massacre, the Sepoys would lean forward
and cry, "Me, mar, sabe” meaning
"cut off my head" -- and so off it
last battle was fought at a place called Laswarree in India, where
he used the sword that is a family heirloom, now in the possession of Thomas
Gillies of Angelica (a descendant). He was wounded in this
battle and received a medal with the clasp inscribed:
Army of India
medal is now in the possession of John Scholes of Huntington,
New York. The following is the account [of
the battle] as told in grandfather's own words: "We had a hard
fight, finally driving the enemy off the field. Orders to halt
and rest. Our officers saw far out on the plain a lone horseman, well mounted,
who appeared to be an officer. Our captain ordered one of his men
to ride out and take him in or dispatch him. He did neither. The next man
was ordered to go being a comrade of the first man. He did not return alive.
The captain swore that he would send but one man at a time, if it took
his whole regiment. My comrade was ordered next. The black man put
him out of the saddle. Knowing that
the next would be my
1 did not
wait for the.order, I put spurs to my horse and dashed for the field.
within shooting distance
of our pistols missed fire. In those days
we did not have percussion caps and six shooters. They were the old muzzle
loader and flint locks. If the powder in the pan was clamp or the flint
failed to give a good spark, it was no go. We drew our swords, and a good
man he was. He would
every cut and thrust that I would make. I
tried to cut his bridle rein, so that he could not manage to guide his horse. I
found it, to be a chain covered with leather. In galloping around him,
I made a thrust for
his neck. I thought I pricked him, but was not sure until I saw him lean in the
saddle. With a back stroke, I put him
he lie lay on his side, I rode around to his back. In leaning over to dispatch him,
my knee bent out in so doing. He turned his face toward me, made a back
stroke with his sword and cut my knee pan in two. I did not know that I was
wounded, until I commenced to spring in the saddle, and saw blood
coming out the top of my boot. 1 was sent to the hospital. When I improved
so I could get around on crutches, I was told that a ship was about to
sail for home. I was to go in her. Was not I glad? We did not have steamships
in those days. It took six months to make the voyage. Think of it! Twelve
months to make the round trip! A few days before our time to leave, I had an
altercation with a fellow in the hospital yard and I knocked him
down. A few minutes before an officer had stepped into the yard and he
saw the whole operation. I did not see him, my back being toward him. He
carne up and said, 'Ha, Scholes, Is
this you? I think we will keep you
another year. We will make quite a man
of you yet,' and I had to stay.”
the year was up, grandfather was sent home to England, got his discharge and returned to Ireland.
Just before he returned from the war, Eliza Dodson of Mountain Hill,
Ireland, then a young lady, dreamed that she went to a store or shop as it
is called, and as she was trying on a pair of gloves she had purchased, a young
man came in and helped her take off her glove. The dream seemed so
real, to her, she sought a dream reader and was told that she would soon meet
her future husband. Shortly afterward she met. John Scholes as he returned from war
and recognised in him the young man of her
dream. They were married and to them were born nine children, seven sons and two daughters.
Nancy, the eldest married Alexander
They had eight children, Alexander Hamilton Jr., Eliza Jane Gillis and the
Malcolms belong to this family.
SCHOLES married Elizabeth. They had seven children, girls
and one boy. Mrs. Archibald Gillis, and Mrs. Maria Dixon belong to the
James Scholes family, also Mrs. Voss (she was a granddaughter).
SCHOLES married Margaret Jane Elliott of Killacronaghan, Ireland.
had five children, two sons and three daughters. John W. Scholes
of Angelica, N. Y., and Eliza Manning belong here.
I will pause to give the younger members of the family an idea of courtship
my mother, Margaret Jane Elliott, was
she had a lover by
the name of Robert Gredden, but since he was much older, her parents objected
to his attentions. Her father and grandfather Scholes met at the county'
fair, and since grandfather Scholes had a son of marriageable age they
talked of a match between my
and father. An arrangement was made
for the young people to meet,
as they were attracted to each other the
dowry to be given by each parent was talked over, and agreed upon and a
day appointed for the marriage. A few days
before the wedding was to take place,
her father went to Clones to purchase provisions for the wedding supper, not
returning until after dark. That same evening her former admirer,
Robert Gredden, having heard of her approaching marriage, came to her
house with the pretence to light his pipe and while them asked my
mother to step outside as he wished
to speak to her. Her mother forbade her
to do so. Just at that time, her father returned and turning to Robert Gredden
said, "What means this? That so many horses and horsemen are standing
outside my door?" and instructed him to leave at once. You see he was
intending to take her by force and elope with her.
back again to
the family tree:
SCHOLES married Susan Scholes. She died leaving two children,
Elizabeth Hamilton being the only child left of this union.
SCROLLS married Miss Campbell, for his first wife, and for his
second wife, Caroline Roach. They had four children, John D., and Emogene
Smith belonging here.
SCHOLES married Harriet Roach, a sister of Richard's wife and I think they had
eight children. Melissa Hoffman and Hattie Coutant are of this family.
SCHOLES, the youngest of the brothers, married Jane Hamilton. To
them were born three daughters. Frances Selover is the eldest daughter. Robert
afterward married Sarah Hill, who had three children by a former marriage and he
and Sarah had two, making Robert's family eight.
SCHOLES, the youngest of the nine, married Thomas Williamson. Some
of the Scholes and Williamsons moved to Brooklyn, N. Y., and there is
a Scholes street there named after this family.
SCHOLES, I must not forget Uncle Thomas' family. He married
Elizabeth Campbell. They had eight children and Henry Scholes and and
Mary Eisaman belong to this branch.
SCHOLES, my father, after the birth of their two children decided to come to
America. They settled in Indiana, then considered to be "Away out
state was wild and sparingly settled. They liked the people and they saw what
great possibilities there were for any young couple but owing to ill health
caused by fever and ague, they felt obliged to return to their old home, in
Ireland. Father upon his return gave such glowing accounts of America, its
laws, people and advantages that after about six years, he, his father and mother,
brothers and sisters came to this country with the exception of
and one sister who came later. Father left mother and their five children
to manage the grocery shop as means of support while lie came to America
again to find a home for them. This was in 1851. They were nine weeks
and three days on the voyage by sailing vessel. They all settled at
Birdsall, N. Y., Allegany County, with the exception of Uncle William
and Uncle Robert, who went to South Carolina where William married
Frances Bates Hamilton, widow, with five children. Her first husband, I believe, being a
cousin of Uncle Alexander Hamilton. Uncle Robert married Aunt Frances' eldest daughter Jane. So you
see they were closely connected, the
two brothers marrying mother and daughter.
prior to the Civil Warr,
and Robert with their families moved north,
they also settling in
County, N. Y. At that time that
County was mostly forest and most of the houses, log
arm and steady nerve, they were undaunted.. The timber was hewn,
cleared, better houses built and you know the result of their
1858, Father sent for us, and you may be sure there was
great rejoicing that we would so soon
see America, the beautiful, of which we had heard such fairy
tales. Sister Eliza had told me all that would be expected of me, her youngest,
sister, would be to “ride” a pony,
"dust the stairs" and wear "swan skin petticoats". Weeks of preparation followed, Grandmother Elliott,
and daughters assisting us
make ready for the voyage, and
shall never forget
the farewell between my mother and her mother, as
realized, with the
great distance between them, that it would be their last. meeting. We were
six weeks making the voyage. It was in November when
Our air castles and fairy tales vanished. Instead of the beautiful houses
and polished stair cases that I
was to dust, I found to my dismay, log houses,
the second story
reached by means of ladders.
memory of Grandmother and Grandfather Scholes is very vivid and particularly
can I remember their daily devotions. In the morning, Grandmother
would read a chapter from the Bible, Grandfather offered prayer and all present
would rise and sing
my soul and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run
off dull sloth and joyful rise
pay thy morning sacrifice
conversation be sincere
conscience as the noon-day, clear
seeing God thy ways
all thy secret thoughts survey.
I my vows to Thee renew
my sins as morning dew
my first springs of thought and will
with thyself my spirit fill.
control, suggest this day
I design, or do or say
all my powers, with all their might
thy sole glory may unite.
H. Bartholomew, Thomas Ken; 1695-1709-1789
should like to know how many of us, their descendants, follow their example
in our homes.
died in 1861 of abscess in her side. Just before her. death, she
called all of her children to her bedside, urged them to lead a Christian life and then in a feeble voice sang:
My dear children
hour is at hand
I must be severed
this happy band
Saviour is calling
I must obey
trumpet is sounding
I must away.
Grandmother's death, Grandfather lived for a short time alone in his
own home with his grandchild, Lizzie Ann, whom he had brought up from
childhood. It was his habit to come to our home evenings for prayers. During his visit he would often tell us of his soldier days, his dangers
and tearlessness, of his fight with a
Bengal tiger in the jungle while carrying dispatches and of being on the great
river Ganges, supposed to be sacred, where
certain times in the year the
Hindu would cast their infants to the crocodiles
to appease their Gods. Also of seeing the car of Juggernaut, at a
place sacred to the Hindu where they
held a great yearly festival, when they
would push this car about a mile with its mighty god Vishnu, with its golden
arms and diamond eyes. Many of its devotees would cast themselves beneath
its ponderous wheels and be crushed to death.
children, listening to him, did not credit all of his daring and thought
he could be frightened if we went about it in the right way. One winter's
night, after chilling our hands with ice, we crawled under his bed and
as grandfather came into the dark house (upon his return from the usual
visit at our home) hobbling along and talking to himself, and had one knee
on his bed, ready to draw up the other. I caught him around the ankle with
my cold hands and he said, "I, I, ghosts,' eh?" and reached for his
cane and prodded us, until we were glad to quit.
lived with his
the remainder of his life. A few days before his death, father asked
him what his hopes of the future were, and he replied: "I have not the
shadow of a doubt." He closed his eyes at the ripe age of ninety-six years.
and Grandmother sleep in Angelica cemetery.
are a good many Scholes in Holland, also in
holding prominent, positions, and many descendants throughout the United
closing, as I look back upon the pioneer days of our fathers, I am impressed
by their sterling qualities, integrity, industry, courage and optimism
in the race of almost insurmountable obstacles and privations of those
early days, while seeking to make a home
in an unknown land and wilderness,
and I am amazed at the progress made durin one generation, and as I look around
at this large family, gathered here today, 1 think of the promise
that God gave to Abraham when he said: "Thy seed shall be
as the sands
of the sea, without number".
This promise also brings to us a challenge, to continue to strive, to live up to our heritage and in days of prosperity, that we forget not our God.
follows a Genealogical Record of the descendants of John Scholes. For an outline
family tree, go to:
And for some links about Birdsall: