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A Woman's Story of Pioneer Illinois
Christiana and John Tillson moved from Massachusetts to central Illinois in 1822. Upon arriving in Montgomery County near what would soon be Hillsboro, they set up a general store and real estate business and began to raise a family.
A half century later, Christiana Tillson wrote about her early days in Illinois in a memoir published by R. R. Donnelley in 1919. In it she describes her husband’s rise to wealth through the speculative land boom during the 1820s and 1830s and his loss of fortune when the land business went bust after the Specie Circular was issued in 1836.
The Tillsons lived quite ordinary lives in extraordinary times, notes Kay J. Carr, introducing this edition. Their views and sensibilities, Carr says, might seem strange to us, but they were entirely normal to people in the early nineteenth century. Thus Tillson’s memoir provides vignettes of ordinary nineteenth-century American life.
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228 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1920
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November 17, 2017
NOTE: This review appeared as "Another woman’s story" in Illinois Times, Aug. 22, 2013
I recently spent a pleasant weekend in the company of a handsome widowed lady named Christiana. She did most of the talking, which was fine with me, as what she had to say was well-observed and often wryly funny. Besides, I couldn’t have interrupted her if I tried, she being dead for the past 141 years.
Christiana Holmes Tillson was by birth and upbringing a New Englander of the sort too easily dismissed as the proper. She came to Illinois in 1822 with her husband, who had ventured west three years earlier and decided that Montgomery County – conveniently cleansed of Native Americans and thus a blank slate on which ambitious Americans might write their own futures – was a good place to make a new life.
Many years later, in 1870, Mrs. Tillson, by then aging, ailing and widowed, wrote a memoir of those years for the benefit of her youngest daughter. The book was reissued in 1919 as A Woman’s Story of Pioneer Illinois, and again in 1996 by the Southern Illinois University Press.
Woman’s Story is fairly typical of the genre that constituted virtually the whole of Illinois literature for many years, being part travel book, part family history, part adventure story. Our hero tells us about the awful food, the worse roads, the crude houses, the illnesses made more frightening by isolation. She raises a child, she has troubles with the help, she learns about (though she never quite approves of) the alien Southerners who were contemptuously referred to by her friends as “white folks.”
Her story has no drama of the vulgar sort – no Indian attacks, no deaths in the family, no prairie fires. Why read it then? As I noted, I did for the pleasure of the author’s company. Here is Tillson’s wonderfully deft portrait of the family in charge of a Shawneetown inn where she stayed on her way to Montgomery County.
The landlord – a poor white man from the South – was a whiskey keg in the morning, and a keg of whiskey at night; stupid and gruff in the morning, by noon could talk politics and abuse the Yankees, and by sundown was brave for a fight. His wife kept herself in the kitchen; his daughters – one married and two single – performed the agreeable to strangers; the son-in-law, putting on the airs of a gentleman, presided at the table, carving the pork, dishing out the cabbage, and talking big about his political friends.
The editor of the 1919 edition, Milo Milton Quaife, did not exaggerate when he noted that in material terms a pioneer in rural Illinois in 1820 would have more in common with her counterpart in Caesar’s Rome than she would with a farm wife in 1920. But in other respects Tillson’s Montgomery County seems a familiar enough place.
Anyone who’s built a new house will recognize what the Tillsons’ went through as they built the first brick house in Hillsboro, except for the bit about having to make the bricks in the backyard. Mrs. Tillson’s opinions of the preachers of the day – “ranting outranted” demonstrating “arrogance and self-display and…unblushing impudence” – could be applied to many of their TV versions from the pulpit and the stump. The author’s other half even had a tedious commute from their farm to a government job in the nearest big town; his didn’t involve being stuck at traffic lights but crossing a creek in the winter with water up to his saddle.
Mr. Tillson was a land speculator, storekeeper, postmaster and benefactor of improving institutions who went bust, with everyone else, in the Panic of 1837. (His story differs little from such Springfield men of the period as Pascal Enos, whom he knew.) Mrs. Tillson helped her husband in his postal work but unfortunately we learn little about his business dealing and adventures in town-building. Tillson on either would have been worth reading.
The domestic focus does, however, make Tillson’s memoir the more valuable. The lives of women have been too seldom a part of conventional histories. Happily, Tillson’s is one of three classic pioneer reminiscences written by women recalling their lives in mid-Illinois. (The other two are A True Picture of Emigration by Rebecca Burlend, who homesteaded in Pike County, and Life in Prairie Land by Eliza Farnham, a New York-born feminist who lived for nearly five years in Tazewell County.)
The man Tillson wed was sober and industrious and kind and thus far from typical. Poor women were obliged to work like draft animals in large part because their husbands and fathers treated them as such; Tillson’s portrait of one Brice Hanna, who made his young wife so miserable she clumsily tried to kill herself by jumping down a well, is chilling. But even Mrs. Tillson was obliged to toil; the page she devotes to candle-making makes clear why the process remained so vividly in her mind after a half-century. It also reminds us that the reason we read such books is not only to understand how different the past was but to understand how different the present has become.
I recently spent a pleasant weekend in the company of a handsome widowed lady named Christiana. She did most of the talking, which was fine with me, as what she had to say was well-observed and often wryly funny. Besides, I couldn’t have interrupted her if I tried, she being dead for the past 141 years.
Christiana Holmes Tillson was by birth and upbringing a New Englander of the sort too easily dismissed as the proper. She came to Illinois in 1822 with her husband, who had ventured west three years earlier and decided that Montgomery County – conveniently cleansed of Native Americans and thus a blank slate on which ambitious Americans might write their own futures – was a good place to make a new life.
Many years later, in 1870, Mrs. Tillson, by then aging, ailing and widowed, wrote a memoir of those years for the benefit of her youngest daughter. The book was reissued in 1919 as A Woman’s Story of Pioneer Illinois, and again in 1996 by the Southern Illinois University Press.
Woman’s Story is fairly typical of the genre that constituted virtually the whole of Illinois literature for many years, being part travel book, part family history, part adventure story. Our hero tells us about the awful food, the worse roads, the crude houses, the illnesses made more frightening by isolation. She raises a child, she has troubles with the help, she learns about (though she never quite approves of) the alien Southerners who were contemptuously referred to by her friends as “white folks.”
Her story has no drama of the vulgar sort – no Indian attacks, no deaths in the family, no prairie fires. Why read it then? As I noted, I did for the pleasure of the author’s company. Here is Tillson’s wonderfully deft portrait of the family in charge of a Shawneetown inn where she stayed on her way to Montgomery County.
The landlord – a poor white man from the South – was a whiskey keg in the morning, and a keg of whiskey at night; stupid and gruff in the morning, by noon could talk politics and abuse the Yankees, and by sundown was brave for a fight. His wife kept herself in the kitchen; his daughters – one married and two single – performed the agreeable to strangers; the son-in-law, putting on the airs of a gentleman, presided at the table, carving the pork, dishing out the cabbage, and talking big about his political friends.
The editor of the 1919 edition, Milo Milton Quaife, did not exaggerate when he noted that in material terms a pioneer in rural Illinois in 1820 would have more in common with her counterpart in Caesar’s Rome than she would with a farm wife in 1920. But in other respects Tillson’s Montgomery County seems a familiar enough place.
Anyone who’s built a new house will recognize what the Tillsons’ went through as they built the first brick house in Hillsboro, except for the bit about having to make the bricks in the backyard. Mrs. Tillson’s opinions of the preachers of the day – “ranting outranted” demonstrating “arrogance and self-display and…unblushing impudence” – could be applied to many of their TV versions from the pulpit and the stump. The author’s other half even had a tedious commute from their farm to a government job in the nearest big town; his didn’t involve being stuck at traffic lights but crossing a creek in the winter with water up to his saddle.
Mr. Tillson was a land speculator, storekeeper, postmaster and benefactor of improving institutions who went bust, with everyone else, in the Panic of 1837. (His story differs little from such Springfield men of the period as Pascal Enos, whom he knew.) Mrs. Tillson helped her husband in his postal work but unfortunately we learn little about his business dealing and adventures in town-building. Tillson on either would have been worth reading.
The domestic focus does, however, make Tillson’s memoir the more valuable. The lives of women have been too seldom a part of conventional histories. Happily, Tillson’s is one of three classic pioneer reminiscences written by women recalling their lives in mid-Illinois. (The other two are A True Picture of Emigration by Rebecca Burlend, who homesteaded in Pike County, and Life in Prairie Land by Eliza Farnham, a New York-born feminist who lived for nearly five years in Tazewell County.)
The man Tillson wed was sober and industrious and kind and thus far from typical. Poor women were obliged to work like draft animals in large part because their husbands and fathers treated them as such; Tillson’s portrait of one Brice Hanna, who made his young wife so miserable she clumsily tried to kill herself by jumping down a well, is chilling. But even Mrs. Tillson was obliged to toil; the page she devotes to candle-making makes clear why the process remained so vividly in her mind after a half-century. It also reminds us that the reason we read such books is not only to understand how different the past was but to understand how different the present has become.
December 26, 2021
Engaging Pioneer Memoir
This is the account of a Massachusetts woman and her husband who set out for a farm in the wilds of southwestern Illinois in the 1820's. It really makes one appreciate the sheer ingenuity and labor involved in such an endeavor, when people had to know how to raise or make the many things they could not buy. On the way to Illinois and once settled there, the Tillsons encountered a colorful cast of characters from slaves and traveling preachers to visiting neighbors and Governor Edward Coles.
Mrs. Tillson wrote this for her youngest daughter who was born late enough that she had no experience of the hardscrabble life of these times. As such, it is very conversational and reader-friendly, even for the modern reader. It is like sitting down with her and a pot of tea and listening to her remenisce.
People from southwestern Illinois will notice some familiar places in the book. People whose ancestors lived in that area at that time, as mine did farther south in Randolph County, will learn something about how they might have lived.
This is the account of a Massachusetts woman and her husband who set out for a farm in the wilds of southwestern Illinois in the 1820's. It really makes one appreciate the sheer ingenuity and labor involved in such an endeavor, when people had to know how to raise or make the many things they could not buy. On the way to Illinois and once settled there, the Tillsons encountered a colorful cast of characters from slaves and traveling preachers to visiting neighbors and Governor Edward Coles.
Mrs. Tillson wrote this for her youngest daughter who was born late enough that she had no experience of the hardscrabble life of these times. As such, it is very conversational and reader-friendly, even for the modern reader. It is like sitting down with her and a pot of tea and listening to her remenisce.
People from southwestern Illinois will notice some familiar places in the book. People whose ancestors lived in that area at that time, as mine did farther south in Randolph County, will learn something about how they might have lived.
February 20, 2019
It seems to be the case that every good book you read will gift you with a quote. This modest account written by mother for her daughter was no different.
“Although you have spent the greater part of your life at the West, the accumulation of comforts, and the luxuries and improvements forty or fifty years have brought, and which are so liberally enjoyed, forbid the realization of frontier life to those who have not by stern experience passed through such an ordeal; and though we have many pleasant recollections, I think, as a whole, the retrospect is preferable to the reality. Few would like to again pass through the bitterness for the sake of enjoying the remembrance of the few sweets.”
“Although you have spent the greater part of your life at the West, the accumulation of comforts, and the luxuries and improvements forty or fifty years have brought, and which are so liberally enjoyed, forbid the realization of frontier life to those who have not by stern experience passed through such an ordeal; and though we have many pleasant recollections, I think, as a whole, the retrospect is preferable to the reality. Few would like to again pass through the bitterness for the sake of enjoying the remembrance of the few sweets.”
August 1, 2021
Through Her Eyes
Anyone interested in a Woman's perspective in the early 1800's life and times out in the frontier of the 'far west' will enjoy this memoir
Anyone interested in a Woman's perspective in the early 1800's life and times out in the frontier of the 'far west' will enjoy this memoir
April 30, 2011
A surprisingly entertaining and informative account of what it was like to be an early Illinoisian. Christiana Tillson was near the end of her life when she began this book and never ended it, but I loved it all the same. Her personality and the prejudices of a Yankee thrown among the "white folks" (southerners in general) and "Kaintucks" who peopled Illinois in its early days are very entertaining.
March 8, 2013
I found this book by searching books on Pioneer Women and it was very rewarding. The detail of the travels west even only to Illinois were difficult. The early settlers experienced robbers, murders and many other escapes of death. Bringing the eastern ways to Illinois was funny in some ways, hanging your clothes to dry on a clothes line rather than bushes or trees, brought attention to the newcomers. (Yankee) It was an very enjoyable read of their trials and tribulations.
April 18, 2008
A terrific read of a first person account of the first days of White's in the Illinois, even with all the period manners on display.
dnf-2
November 5, 2020The book has some mildly interesting anecdotes, but the author is also a bit of a bore.
November 17, 2010
A walk in real-life history.
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