Tag: Ohio

On a Whim

The Abraham Family had left India and immigrated to the United States. There, they embraced the new nation and its culture, history, and heroes. One day, the husband and wife, with the wife’s mother and infant daughter in tow, decided to do one of the most American things you can do–take a road trip.

This was November 1969, and the nation was in the middle of social unrest and upheaval. The 1960s had been a kidney stone of a decade. The decade had seen assassinations and wars. It amplified much of what had separated the disparate parts of America, putting us against each other in tribes of youth verses establishment, black against white, immigrant against native-born, and pro-war against anti-war. Yet, that is part of what made the Abrahams want to see America’s heartland, to seek out what made their newly adopted nation tick. So, they went to Ohio.

Wapakoneta, Ohio, probably doesn’t rank high on most people’s travel destination lists, but the Abrahams thought it was the perfect American place to see. So, they stopped in the town that today boasts less than 10,000 souls and rests between Toledo and Dayton. Anisha, the infant child, doesn’t remember the trip, but she talks about that visit to Wapakoneta to this day. You see, the reason she talks about that trip is that her family–both adult women wearing saris–decided to knock on the door of one of the houses in the small Ohio burg.

The older couple who lived there were named Stephen and Viola. Now, most people wouldn’t open the door to strangers in a small town, especially obviously foreign strangers. But Stephen and Viola did. Not only did they open the door, they welcomed the newly minted American multi-generational family into their home, the family who knocked on their door on a whim.

There’s a photograph that Anisha Abraham cherishes of that day. Standing on the front porch of Stephen and Viola’s house in that small Ohio town, we can see the three Abrahams, we see Anisha’s grandmother, and we see the welcoming Ohio couple who chose to open their house and hearts to this family. Viola, wearing a coat against the November chill, holds little Anisha. The men wear ties against white shirts. In many ways, it’s an odd composition, but it represents much of what is wonderful and good about the American Experiment: A spirit of camaraderie, a unity that brings disparate backgrounds and races and beliefs together and somehow makes them all, well, American.

Oh, and the photo was taken by Stephen and Viola’s 39 year old son, who just happened to be home visiting his parents that day. On one hand, it would have been great to have had a photo with him in it, but, in a way, it’s ok that it didn’t.

Still, not every immigrant family to America has proof that they knocked on the door of Neil Armstrong’s house on a whim.

On a Stolen Corpse

This story comes to us from our friend, Brian Kannard. Brian wrote a pretty interesting book a few years ago: Skullduggery: 45 True Tales of Disturbing the Dead. In this book, as the title suggests, you can find stories about corpses that were dug up, disturbed, held for ransom, and otherwise disrespected. The tales concern the famous and the not so famous.

One of Brian’s tales that has stuck with me concerns the grave robbery that took place in Ohio back in the late 1870s. Now, you have to remember that, back then, medical schools did not have a system for receiving cadavers for their students to use to learn about human anatomy. They turned, macabrely, to corpse snatchers. These nefarious characters made their living by digging up freshly buried bodies and selling them to the medical schools.

At the funeral of a man named John, the family realized that one of John’s nephew’s graves had been disturbed. The nephew had been buried a few days prior to John’s burial, and the family was horrified to learn that the younger man’s body was missing. One of John’s sons, also named John, told his brothers, Ben and Carter, that they should place large stones on top of their departed’s grave to insure that no one could steal the deceased John’s body. Then, John and another cousin traveled to Cincinnati, Ohio, to go to the medical school to look for the body of their cousin there.

At the Ohio Medical College in Cincinnati, John spoke to the janitor who answered John’s questions in a non-committal way. Of course, the school paid for an accepted cadavers, but the man didn’t want to admit that he knew the bodies had been stolen when they purchased them. John noticed that the dumbwaiter door in one of the operating rooms was open and that the rope was taught. “What’s on the end of that rope? Pull it up!” John demanded. The janitor demurred. So, John took it upon himself to work the pulley and bring up the very heavy object on the other end.

The body on the end of the rope was covered with a canvas sheet. John and his cousin removed the rope and brought the body onto one of the examining tables in the operating room. He pulled the sheet back and expected to see the face of his recently dead cousin.

“Oh, my God!” John said. “It’s Father!”

Somehow, in the past 24 hours, grave robbers had exhumed the body of John’s father and brought it to Cincinnati. The janitor was arrested on suspicion of purchasing and/or handling a stolen body. However, it was impossible to prove that the man was the one who arranged for the purchase or even received possession of the body, so the charges were eventually dropped. Interestingly, one of the doctors at the medical school had served directly under another of John’s sons, Ben, in the American Civil War.

Well, the public was outraged. The dead man was well known in the country, and a broad-based campaign was waged to make grave robbing a major felony. Several states in the mid-west passed such legislation in he ensuing months and years, and a system of receiving the bodies of indigent persons and voluntary donation of cadavers for use in medical study was established. By the way, the cousin’s body was later found in the medical school of the University of Michigan. But it was the theft of the body of John Scott Harrison that caused those laws to be passed.

So, who was he?

Well, it’s not really John that you know. However, you know John’s father, William Henry Harrison, the 9th President of the United States, and you know John’s son, Ben–Benjamin Harrison, the 23rd President of the United States.