Camp/Daniels Photos

Historic Family Photos

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Camping in the Sierras
Meda Eliza Camp Daniels, with Janet in lap, Meda, & Asa Wilder Daniels
By this time of his life, great grandpa Wilder had suffered a crippling stroke, and my granddad had to carry him around.  Note the drag marks in the dirt by his feet, evidence that he and his chair had been slid into this position.  Camping in the high Sierras was a favorite past time of my family for several generations.  Those days are only a memory now, but my love for the mountains is deep and unabated.

Asa Wilder Daniels & Meda Eliza Camp Daniels
Both my Camp and Daniels ancestors arrived in the colonies in the 1630s, and ancestors in both lines served during both The Revolutionary and The Civil Wars.  I knew my great grandma Daniels well.  She was the first real loss that I suffered in my young life.  I was 13 and she was 96 when she passed away in 1965.  She was staying with her daughter, Myrle, when she suffered a series of strokes.  I have a very vivid memory of our last visit.  She knew she was dying, and we knew she was dying. Her mind was remarkably sharp, but she was unable to speak.  I remember how frail and thin she felt when we shared our last embrace.  She put her lips to my ear and made a low, wispy, cackle, much like an old hen calling to her chicks, and we gave each other one parting squeeze and looked briefly into each others glistening eyes.  I glanced back at her for one last look as I left the room, and death has been part of my life ever since.
Asa & Meda on porch on Reservoir Hill:  Wilder served as the Justice of The Peace in Placerville.  The road to the old neighborhood on Reservoir Hill is named Wilder Lane, in his honor.
Meda Eliza Camp Daniels & Asa Wilder Daniels  In the yard on Reservoir Hill.  Wilder selected the 40 acre parcel during a trip to Placerville in 1888, and Wilder's father purchased the property and gave it to his son and new daughter in-law as a wedding gift.  My family and I lived for a time in my mom & dad's new home on top of the hill.  The snowcapped Sierras were visible to the north, to the west the Marysville Buttes and the coastal range were visible on a clear day, and below, to the south, the Sacramento valley peeked periodically through the valley fog.

Reservoir Hill:  Waldo, Asa Wilder, & My uncle Asa.  Behind them is the old chicken house, which was eventually the site that Waldo chose as the site of a home for he and his new wife, Ivy Stancil Daniels.  Just down the hill to the left was the old apple house, a two story building with a stone cellar and a wooden frame second story.  Pear, apple, cherry, and eventually walnut trees, surrounded the old home place, and the old south fork ditch ran through the front yard.  When I was a very young, great grandma's brother, Albert Camp, lived in a small cabin on the ditch bank behind great grandma's home, and scratched out a meager living by panning out small amounts of gold from the property's several small mines. Directly behind Uncle Al's cabin was a small waterfall and footbridge, and below that the ditch widened and deepened, wild mint and overgrown roses grew in profusion on the banks, and every now and then a Rainbow trout would take my bait and justify the hours I spent, barefoot & shirtless, and intoxicated by the the roses the mint and the sun. 

The Camp family: Laura Ellen Oldfield Camp, Asa Steven Camp, baby Albert & Meda, lived on south fork of the American river, near Mosquito, before moving to Reservoir Hill. Although the arrival date of Asa and his father is not known, Asa & Clark were evidently enroute to Hangtown in 1849, and arrived in town in time to be counted in the census of 1850.  As far as I'm concerned, Clark and Asa were 49ers.
Asa Steven Camp.  The beard and family lore indicated that Asa was of Pennsylvania/Deutsch descent, but the internet records I've found indicate that the Camp family arrived from England during Colonial times. Family lore also suggested that Asa may have been the Wagon-master during his trip west in 1854. To this point in time, I've found nothing to substantiate that claim.
The Daniels family, Reservoir Hill
Front row- Meda, Gladys & Waldo
Back row- Asa Wilder, Little Asa & Myrle.  Their first born, baby Ella, passed away as an infant, and Gladys was killed in a car accident soon after her marriage. With the exception of great granddad, who passed away when my mother was a child, I knew these people well, and treasure their memory to this day, especially my beloved Granddad, who passed away in 1969.  Granddad was bedridden following a heart attack when we left for a trip to the ocean that summer.  He waved from the couch as we left, and told me to catch a great big fish for him.  By the time we returned a week later, my granddad was dead and buried, and my life was changed forever.
Laura Ellen Oldfield Camp: Made the trek from Wisconsin to Placerville as a little girl, by wagon train in 1854. Met Asa Steven Camp, who was returning to Placerville after seeing his father, Clark Camp, safely back east after their trip to Hangtown back in 1849/50.
Laura Ellen Oldfield Camp
Picture this angelic lady, hiking alongside a covered wagon, from Wisconsin to Hangtown, California, as a little girl in 1854.  I've inherited her tea set, and a little pencil drawing that she sketched in her grandson's baby book. Her grandson was my granddad, Waldo Daniels.  This sweet soul was long gone long before my time, but I can't help but love her. 

Meda & the boys: That's my uncle Asa with the tie, and my granddad in the dark shirt. Both are wearing pinky rings. 

That's my great grandma, Meda Eliza Camp Daniels, in the middle.  This photo was taken at the home of her daughter, Myrle Schroth, on the occasion of great grandma's 90th birthday. Back row: her son Jared Waldo, son Asa, and daughter Myrle Schroth.
The Oldfield family:  Mary Eliza Oldfield, John Oldfield & my great great grandmother, little Laura Ellen.  The family set out from Wisconsin in 1854, and I've not traced the Oldfields prior to that date.

Surgeon, Jared Waldo Daniels,T
he Yellow Medicine Agency, 1860s.  From A. P. Connolly's book, "Sioux War and Minnesota Massacre of 1862 & 1863", I share the following quote: " The Indians, occupying higher ground than we did, had us at a disadvantage.  The day wore on, and all we could do was to assist Surgeon J. W. Daniels with the wounded and keep the Indians at bay.  Doctor Daniels proved himself a cool-headed, brave man, never flinching for a moment.  Where duty called he was found, and he immortalized himself with the boys.  The great fear of the wounded seemed to be that we would be obliged to abandon them to their fate, for the sun was extremely hot and the camp had become very offensive from the smell of decomposing bodies of horses; besides, we had no means of transporting the wounded, and their fears were not without foundation, for it looked as though we would be driven by necessity from the camp."

Little Jared Waldo Daniels: 
Probably back east, soon after his father's disappearance.  Jared was eventually sent to live with his uncle Hatch and attend medical school.

My great great grandfather, Jared Waldo Daniels, Probably soon after enlisting in 1855

My great great grandmother, Hortense Eugenie Beardsley Daniels, who often accompanied her husband during his years of service to our Native Americans. My aunt has a dandy photo of a very attractive young Hortense, but my copy has been misplaced, and all my efforts to replace it have proven fruitless.

Surgeon, Jared Waldo Daniels: 
See his two biographies and his "Reminiscences" in the genealogy pages. See also: Minnesota Historical Society website, and Daniels of Massachusetts Bay

Surgeon JWD

Surgeon JWD

My granddad, Jared Waldo Daniels, NOTE: This is my granddad, Jared Waldo Daniels.  The gentleman in the photo above my granddad, is his granddad, Jared Waldo Daniels.  The Camp and Daniels lines have more than enough Jared Waldo's and Asa's and Josephs, to give any genealogist a world-class migraine! Another NOTE: The Minnesota Historical Society website has a photo page with photos of several of the Daniels clan all mixed together!  Good luck! My great great granddad, Jared Waldo Daniels, had a brother named Asa Wilder, and Jared named his son Asa Wilder, and his son named his sons Jared and Asa.  By the way, I named my son Jared too! I'm named Shannon, after a river in Ireland.  Go figure!

My grandmother, Ivy (Dot) Stancil Daniels
June 23rd 1909 to May 16th 2005.  We had a lot of funerals in 2005.  I had not seen my Grammie, since our trip to California for her 90th birthday in 1999.

My grandmother's parents, Henry & Clara Stancil, daughter Ivy, and Waldo.  Henry and Clara are both buried at the little cemetery at Smith-flat.

Henry and Clara Kinney Stancil, at their home in Smithflat, a couple of miles north of Placerville. Having both been orphaned as youngsters, the two met at an orphanage in Nevada, where most of the records were evidently destroyed in a fire.  Henry was from Canada.  His folks were evidently French/Canadian, and passed away while crossing Canada, leaving Henry and another child, and a barely legible note, indicating his name was Stancil, or Stanzin, or something.  As I understand (or misunderstand) the story, Clara's parents were both deceased, and her stepfather, L. T. Mac lain, left Clara at the orphanage just prior to leaving for the gold-rush in the Klondike, never to be heard from again. Clara's parents Elidge and Moriah Ann Kinney, evidently lived and were wed in El Dorado County for a time, so there may be a marriage license.  And additional information may be available in Lyon County Nevada, where Moriah is buried near Mound House. My grandmother's brother, Irvine Stancil's son Jim Stowe may have additional information.

Stancil family portrait, in the yard by the garden in Smith-Flat. 
Harvey, Lena, Henry, Etta, Clara, with baby Evelyn Grace, and my grandmother, Ivy Lee, with the big bow
Note the garden in the foreground.  Henry was proud of his garden

Clara Kinney Stancil's father, Elidge Kinney.  When Mr. Kinney passed away, Moriah married L. T. Mac Lain. Then Moriah passed away.  At that point Mr. Mac Lain evidently remarried, and eventually the entire family disbanded and went their separate ways. And Clara wound up in the orphanage. In any event, both Moriah and Mr. Kinney were evidently Irish, so this branch accounts for some of our Irish blood. Somewhere, Lord willing, I have a photo of Moriah Ann Kinny, with second husband, L. T. Mac Lain.  When I run across it, I'll post it.

Granddad and Wilma Schroth Westphall, on Granddad's bike.  I was always fascinated by my granddad's ability to make almost anything from almost nothing.  He made beautiful gun stocks.  I have one on an old 22 caliber long rifle that Granddad gave me. He made a toy waterwheel for me from some of his mothers' old spoons; He made whistles from willow limbs; he made a lever operated cart for me which he called a go-devil, when I was older, he and I made a dandy four wheeled cart from bicycle parts, and when Sis and I wore out half way through a hike in the high Sierra's, Granddad would make us each a stick-horse from a trailside sapling, and we'd ride back to camp in style. He also made his own home, and he and my dad made our first home, a rental property, and several barns. He loved motorcycles and gun-making, and most of all he loved having his whole family around him on week-long camping trips in the Sierra's. I sure wish he could have met my son, Jared. Maybe someday he will.

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Hangtown circa 1900:  (also known as) Old Dry Diggins Aka, Placerville, California.  see bell tower in background.  With the exception of the street surface, Placerville looked much as it did when I arrived on the scene, just over fifty years later.
Reservoir Hill, Placerville California:  Asa Wilder, Meda, Gladys, Waldo & Spuds, & Myrle.  My great grandmother, Meda Daniels, lived here until she broke her hip at age 93.  I have many fond memories of the old home on Reservoir Hill.  I remember sitting in the kitchen by the wood range while great grandma read to me from the little muslin book, just as she had read to my granddad when he was a little boy.  I still have that little book.  Just behind this home, and to the left, was the home of my grandparents, Jared Waldo and Ivy.  After breaking her hip, my great grandma spent part of her time with son, Jared Waldo, and part of her time in Placerville with daughter Myrle, until passing away at age 96.

This old postcard shows Placerville in the snow,
Looking east from bell tower.  Reservoir Hill is two or three miles from town on Mosquito road.  The winter snows hold a special place in my memory.  When I was a kid, back in the 1950s & 60s, Placerville generally only received a few measurable snows each winter, usually no more than half a foot at a time.  Once in awhile a really ambitious storm would pile up 17 inches!  School was canceled, the sleds brought out, and the neighborhood kids would gather at the hill behind our house. Those were glorious times!

That's my great grandmother, Meda Eliza Camp Daniels, in the middle. And as usual, I'm the little guy with the mischievous grin, at the far left.  That's Sissy, Aka Dawn Annette Casebeer, at my side.  The others will remain anonymous for now. This was taken at the Schroth home in the mid 1950s.

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