This page is devoted to my mother’s side of the family, the Fishburns. They have been in The United States since before its founding. One of my early ancestors, John Phillip Fishbourne II, came over with William Penn and secured deeds to land in what is now Hershey, Pennsylvania in Lancaster county. This is all documented by the Pennsylvania Historical Society. He changed the spelling of his name to Fishburn soon after he arrived in the Colonies
This story starts with me, Gary E. Mintier and goes through my mother Mary Eldora Fishburn Mintier, then to her father Squire Fishburn and so on.. My mother’s father, Squire Fishburn, had three daughters with his wife, Lucricia May Flemming. They were Tilly Fishburn, Mary Eldora Fishburn, and Flaudine Fishburn. He had also been married before in 1900 to Maggie Parlet and they had a son Walter Fishburn. Sadly Maggie died three years after they were married and Squire had to send his young son, Walter to live with relatives to be raised.
His second wife, Lucricia May, also died fairly young from a fall in their house in 1938. Squire never remarried after that.
Some childhood recollections of my grandfather are of visiting him at his house on the Columbus Road in Mount Vernon every Friday with my mother. We would be coming back from grocery shopping and stop to deliver his groceries to him. He always had horehound candies for me and my older brother John. We didn’t really like the candies but took them to be nice. His house had a hand pump in the kitchen from the well which was used to get water. It also had an outhouse out back. This was in the 1950’s in Mount Vernon. I still remember going into the kitchen and pumping the pump and being amazed that was how water came out into the kitchen sink.
On a trip back to Mount Vernon with my mother in 2003, we once stopped to see Squire’s house on Columbus road again. It was not the same house either I or my mother remembered. I guess you can never go home again. We have also visited the family farm outside of Brandon, Ohio where my mother grew up. It is still standing and still a working farm. Mother pointed out the porch where she would run across with her pet lamb named Simpy and you could also almost hear those hooves bouncing on the porch. She tells the story of when it came time to sell the sheep, her father told her to stay away from Simpy, because if the buyers knew it as a pet sheep, it would fetch less money.
Other stories from my mother tell of getting in the horse and buggy with her mother at the reigns and racing to the local store. And of the time her father Squire bought a new car in the early 1900’s, but didn’t know how to drive it. Too proud to admit this, he started it up and proceeded to crash it into the barn requiring the brand new car to have its fender repaired. All of these stories took place before 1928.
It is Squire’s family that descended from John Phillip Fishbourne II and can be traced down to mine. I will try my best to show the history of my ancestors in their most favorable light.
The following pages include some of the pictures I have with descriptions. As I receive more pictures, this section will expand.