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e same question when I was 10 years old and at 20. Finally when Dad was 76 years old, in 1971, he said, "I wonder who my grandfather was?" That gave me an opening I had never had before. All my life it seemed that everyone else had numerouous relatives, but I had only a few, so I became very determined to discover, if possible, my Dad's ancestry. The first place we visited, recommended by business friend Glade Wasden, was a LDS library in Denver that specialized in ancestry information, from all over the world. My father immediatley informed the lady there, "My grandmother was not a very nice woman." It turns out that Dad's father, my grandfather John William Tripp, resented the fact that after his father died, when he was only 6 months old, his mother left him and his sister, Mary Evaline, at the home of his mothers aunt, his Great Aunt Mahala Snelson Reynolds to be raised. Aunt Mahala's husband was Joseph P. Reynolds, my Grandfather's foster father, and the source of the name Joseph, for my father. We learned at this library how to view tapes in special machines to look for possible Tripp ancestors. Because of their limited supply of information, however, they told us about the fabulous library of information, at the LDS Library in Salt Lake City, the home of the Latter Day Saint Church. Clara and I immediately decided that here was an opportunity we had better not allow to pass us by, for Dad was not getting any younger, and I cerertainly wanted to find his grandfather, while he was alive, and able to enjoy knowing about his ancestry. Clara and I made several one and two day trips to Salt Lake City to get acquainted with this famous ancestral library. We discovered thaat there is a very large amount of information there, and immediately began to make progress, finding methods to reach our goal to find Dad's grandfather. We knew only that Grandfather John William Tripp had been born in Kentucky, and we did not know which part of Kentucky, or the name of either parent. Finally I decided that the only way we were going to find a Tripp in Kentucky, was to go through the tax records, county by county. Would you believe that I did not find one single Tripp in Kentucky until I had gone through 87 county tax records? In Union County there was Zach Tripp!! The next question was: is he the father of my grandfather? We followed this tax record year to year until---here was another Tripp!! David, just starting up farming with Zacheus Tripp. Could this be the one? We followed his tax record year to year, until 1872 when he disappeared from the tax records. Did he move or did he die? If he died, it was the exact year that my Grandpa Tripp's father died. Time was up for this trip. We returned to our home in Denver, Colorado, to think about what we had found so far. The next trip, Dad flew with us to Salt Lake City. We started seaching for any information we could find, regarding David Tripp. All day we searched, to no avail. The next day we continued, searching every avenue we could think of. We searched through death records; we searched through census records; we searched through histories of Kentucky and histories of Uniion County; we searched through marriages.--BINGO--here was a David Tripp License to marry, Mary Evaline Williamson!!! Here was the Certificate of marriage for David Tripp and Mary Evaline Williamson Tripp, with each one of their signatures!!! MMy Dad has a Grandfather! I have a Great Grandfather! The whole family has ancestry! In 1972 Clifford Tripp our first born son, and his wife Anita Frihauf Tripp, announced that they were expecting a baby! They also announced that his name shall be David Joseph Tripp. Remember, this was considerable time before we knew about his Great Great Great Grandfather David Tripp. To me, it was as if David Tripp of Union County Kentucky, born after his father died, dying at the yoyoung age of only 26 years himself, was crying out for over 100 years, to be known; to be remembered; to be our Grandfather!!! Well, now he is known; now he leads us back to John Tripp the Founder and over 24000 relatives! Herman William Tripp--Remembering----
Dear Betty, Enclosed is a direct result of your interest and help in finding my lost ancestors. You were our help and inspiration!! We Now have over 23000 descendants of John Tripp, the first Tripp to set foot in the USA. You were there when we when we needed you the most, at the beginning, when it was so discouraging trying to find a place to start. My Dad always said "Started is half done," and in this case that was certainly true. You got us started. We will forever appreciate it! Herman William Tripp--Remembering----
Pigs In 1927 I remember being with my Dad when he fed the hogs. When he would scoop corn over the fence to the sows and little pigs, I would pick up an ear of corn and throw it over too! I was intrigued with the fact that those big old sows grew up from such little pigs. Did this early interest signal fate? I was 4 years old! As I grew up I had a lot of questions."Dad, where do little pigs from?" One day when I saw a boar breeding a sow, Dad said,"That's where pigs come from"-- perplexing. When I asked Dad where do babies come from, he said "Haven't the kids at school told you yet?" I was in second grade! I was very sensitive to the death of animals, especially little pigs that were laid on by their mother. Accepted as "Thats the way it is," always bothered me, as well as numerous other "old wives tales." It bothered me that no one was doing anything about it. We moved to Paton March 1, 1935 where living in a house with a bathroom in it was great. My Grandfather Herman Graves Shedd, (who I was named after), had bought this 120 acre farm for my Mom, Florence Marjorie Shedd Tripp to have someday. Grandpa built us a new corncrib, a new chicken house, a new machine shed and also remodeled the barn. The main reason I mention this, is that at the southeast corner of the corncrib, we made a feeding floor---for pigs! I had never seen one before. This will be great, because now the sows and little pigs will not need to eat from the ground. They can drink from the trough we made for them, and eat corn from the concrete floor! I had joined the 4-H Club at Napier in 1934, when I was 11 years old. My first project was a Holstein heifer, and my first 4-H leader was Herb Planbeck. He later became the Farm News Editor of WHO, the largest Radio Station in Iowa and still later affiliated with the Federal Government. My first project at Paton was another Holstein heifer, that was Champion Heifer at the Greene County fair that year! I was glad, but the most important thing that influenced the "rest of my life" happened at one of the 4-H meetings, that year. Our leader was the County Agent, A.J. Markham. At this particular meeting Mr. Markham, made the statement that,"If you treat a pig right, it will treat you right, in return!!" For example he taught us that if a pig roughs it during its growing days, it will convert 8 pounds of corn to one pound of gain. However, if you treat it right, as it deserves, the feed conversion can be as little as 4 pounds of feed to a pound of gain--remarkable! Without a doubt, that impressed me to the point that it definetly changed the course of history for me--and pigs all over the world, even today! Herman William Tripp--Remembering----
How Green Was My Valley Then When I went to bed each night, when I was 10 years old, I would dream about the day I would find a black haired girl that was nice, that was friendly, and had high principals. I would dream about getting up in the morning, kissing her before I went out to harness the horses to go to the field to do the days work. Then I would come in from the field, unharness the horses, water them, put them in the barn, go into the house, kiss my pretty wife and eat dinner with her. After my happy interlude with her, I would go to the barn, harness the horses, go to the field to do my work. In the evening I would unharness the horses, water them, put them in the barn, then go into the house, kiss my pretttty black haired wife and eat supper with her. On Sunday March 2, 1941, I went to Sunday School with my Mom, my Dad, my sister Alice Kathryn, my sister Norma Joy, and my little sister Elizabeth Ann. I went to my Sunday School class in thhe east wing of the Methodist Church in Paton, Iowa. Reverend Carl Carlson was the minister of this church in those days, and his wife, Mrs. Carlson was the Sunday School teacher for the highschool class. I walked into my class as usual and there she was!!! My dream come true, I had not dreamed in vain. She had black hair, she was slender, she was nice and she was beautiful! She was 14 years old! Mrs. Carlson introduced Clara Fritz to the class. I knew that someday she would be my wiffe, that I would come in from the field, unharness the horses----whoa, what horses! Times have changed. We did get married, 4 years and 2 days later on March 4th 1945. The dream had come true, and more so! Somethings cannot be dreamed! M My next dream was to have sons. Clifford Allen Tripp was born January 30th 1948. He walked before he was nine months old. I swear that it was so that he could go wherever I went. We were buddies. Now I had someone to play ball with in the dining room, in the front yard. I would throw overhand baseballs to him for batting--for pretend ballgames. He was two years old! Our second son was born on the run, to keep up with his brother. He walked before he was nine months old. Jerry Ray Trippp was born on June 16,1950. On the way home from that eventful day at the hospital, the rain gauge showed 5 inches had fallen on the Spring Lake farm during the night. Jerry Ray Tripp was a delight. He loved to play ball, in the dining room and in the front yard, where I would throw baseballs overhand for batting, and pretend ballgames. My second dream had come true, we now had a full team!! HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY THEN!! Herman William Tripp--Remembering---- Herman William Tripp is the son of Joseph Raymond Tripp, son of John William Tripp, son of David Tripp, son of David R. Tripp, son of John Tripp, son of Job Tripp, son of Isaac Tripp, son of Job Tripp, son of Peleg Tripp, son of John Tripp the Founder.
Herman William "TRIED TO DO TOO MUCH" Tripp (Pigeons) My Dad, Joseph Raymond Tripp, always said "Herman, you always try to do too much!" What is it that drives me? My Dad wanted to know, my sisters wanted to know, my Mother wanted to know, and my Wife Clara Fern Fritz Tripp wants to know. Frankly, I do not know for sure what it is, but I have a deep seated determination. Just do it!!. I remember, when I was 9 years old, that I raised pigeons. I was n not satisfied, just to have a few, I had to collect every pigeon there was. I caught all the pigeons in our barn at Napier, I caught all the pigeons in Rathbuns' barn across the field, I collected all the pigeons at my friend Carroll Kingsbury's place, I collected all the pigeons at my Hansen cousin's place and every neighbor's place close by!! Finally. I had taken over the brooder house, to house all the pigeons that I had collected. The pigeons accepted that house as their own, and would come and go. Many of my collections had been newly hatched baby pigeons which I had to hand feed, as if I were their mother or father, but no problem, I liked to do it! I would cram down each one of their throats, all of the kerneels of corn and whole oats that their little crops could hold. That was a lot of work! No problem, I liked to do it! I cleaned out the pigeon house, kept all the pigeons in feed, I built special "homes" for the small ones out of lath, and I caught more pigeons. That was a lot of work, but no problem, I liked to do it! My Dad always said "Herman you always try to do too much!" Herman William Tripp--Remembering----
Herman William "TRIED TO DO TOO MUCH" Tripp (Rabbits) Someone gave me two white rabbits. I think it was to get me out of the pigeon business. My Dad and I built a rabbit hutch, and then we built another rabbit hutch. I came home from school one day, and one of the rabbits was dead. What a disaster! I only had 22 left. I cried all the while I buried the rabbit, made a cross ( a cross ?? ), and religiously placed it on the grave! Summers were pretty hot back in the good old days too, 1933 To be exact. After my rabbit died, probably from the heat, there was nothing for me to do but create air conditoning to keep them cool. I borrowed a bunch of old brown "gunney" sacks, and hung them up in front of each pen in the hutches. Every hour or so during the heat of the day, I would dip the sacks in old five gallon pails of water situated just below the sacks, then hang them back where they were. My goodness it took a lot of water! It was a lot of work, but no problem, I liked to do it! I did not learn until 25 years later why this worked, but it did, and it was a valuable experience learned when I was "always trying to do too much". The evaporation kept my rabbits cool. Now they could multiply in comfort! In 1934, my Mom's brother, Uncle Willard Shedd, convinced me that we should eat one of my rabbits. The worst part was when he cuffed the rabbit to kill it, then skinned it, and cleaned out the insiddes. Sunday, after church Grandpa Shedd, Grandma Shedd, Uncle Willard, Aunt Pauline, John Shedd, Judith Shedd, and William Shedd all came for Sunday Dinner. Sorry, I had mashed potatoes and gravy, no rabbit! We, never did eat another one! Now I only had 33 rabbits in my hutches! My Dad always did say "Herman, you always did try to do too much!" Herman William Tripp--Remembering----
Herman William "TRIED TO DO TOO MUCH" Tripp (Ducks) We moved to Paton in 1935--without the pigeons--without the rabbits. After I began to learn my way around, I discovered in 1937 that the County Farm gave duck eggs away! Remembering my collecting days, I began to collect duck eggs! Every few days someone would cart me over to the County Farm to pick up more duck eggs. As I would assemble enough eggs for a "setting," I would select a hen from the henhouse that was broody, place her in a chicken coop for one night to accustom her to new surrondings, and then place 10 duck eggs under her for incubating. It was a lot of work, but no problem, I liked to do it! Soon I would have a lot of duckst of ducks. I did get a lot of ducks! It was fun to watch the eggs hatch, four weeks to the day. I would help the little ducks out, so that they would not get too tired! Mom said that I should not do that, but I did not see what harm it would do. The ducks hatched and hatched and hatched. There were mallard ducks, there were white ducks, and there were other ducks! They grew, they congregated together, they made long lines to and from the field and they got in the way when we thrashed. Come fall, I had a lot of fat ducks. Now, came the part which I dreaded. For the first time I was in the business to make money, therefore I had to sell these ducks, ( my friends ). Worse yet, most people wanted them dressed! If it wasn't for my Mom, I would have gone out of business then and there! She was an expert chicken killer and dresser. She volunteered to do my ducks. My Dad always did say "Herman, you always try to do too much!" Herman William Tripp--Remembering----
Herman William "TRIED TO DO TOO MUCH" Tripp (Sheep) I made a few dollars raising ducks, I made a few dollars saving my allowance of 50 cents per week ( I never spent anything ), and I made a few dollars hauling water on my pony to the thrashers. I had 15 dollars! Money I had made from ducks, did not count up very fast. Maybe sheep would make enough money to buy that farm I needed, when I found that black haired girl I dreamed about every night! So-- I will look around for some sheep that cost 15 dollars. Bert Richie, my friend, knows everything, ( he was a scalper ) I will ask him about sheep. In three days he just happened to have 4 ewes that were worth 16 dollars, but he would sell them to me for 15 dollars! The scroungyest 4 ewes that ever lived, were delivered to me the next day. My favorite ewe that had a mottled face had no teeth. NONE of the ewes had any teeth! One of the ewes died in three days. "Too bad" said Bert, my friend. Luckily, my favorite mottled face ewe had triplets. She fed them all and they lived. In all my sheep raising since that time, I never saw a ewe raise triplets. She did it three times! Five lambs lived to maturity. There would have been 6 surviving lambs, but one lamb laid too close to the fence. An old sow reached through the fence, pulled it through and ate it alive! The mother sheep cried for it for three days---even though she still had one lamb left! Three ewe lambs were kept for breeding and two wethers were sold to buy more ewes. I sold them to guess who?--Bert Richie. I bought more ewes, raised more lambs, saved ewe lambs to breed, sold wethers to buy more ewes. It was a lot of work, no problem, I liked to do it! Does It sound like I am collecting again? My Dad always said "Herman, you always try to do too much!" Herman William Tripp--Remembering----
Herman William "TRIED TO DO TOO MUCH" Tripp More and More Pigs My Dad always farrowed 3 or 4 sows every spring and every fall, 3 or 4 sows every spring and every fall. Ever since I learned from my 4-H leader A. J. Markham that "If you treat a pig right, it will treat you right in return," I thought that we should put what I had learned into practice. By 1940 I had everything full of sheep, but somehow we had to make room for more pigs. I saw to it, that we got 20 gilts bred, to start farrowing in January! We did not have room to farrow 5 sows, let alone 20!--So I bought a 3 pen hog house, now, where do we put the others? I know--we will farrow some of them in the alley of the barn from which we feed the cows their grain, and then after they have eaten and have been milked, we feed them their hay. We also feed the horses grain and then their hay from this alley. I made panels from old lumber to fit in between the slanting manger for the coows, and the straight up manger for the horses. It was a lot of work, no problem, I liked to do it! Come January, the lambs start coming--( but that is a different story), and the pigs start coming, the first time ever, so early. Remember, we have no electricity for electric heat or heat lamps, but the way I figure it, all the heat from the cows, calves and horses would make the barn a nice and warm place for a gilt to have her pigs. Sure enough, the litters were coming pretty fastst. The old hoghouse was full of gilts and litters, the new 3-pen hoghouse was full of gilts and litters, and now the first gilt was ready to farrow in the first pen at the north end of the alley! It was cold next to that north door. The gilt was nervous about her new surroundings. That's okay, I am getting up every 3 hours all night to check on the ewes and their lambs and the gilts and pigs, I will just keep an eye on this gilt. I got up at midnite for the first quick check. The gilts and pigs in the old hoghouse were alright, the gilts and pigs in the 3-pen hoghouse were alright, but the gilt was having a bad time. She was heavy into labor, had one pig over in the corner chilled. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the ninight rubbing wet pigs till they got dry enough to stay warm next to the belly of the gilt. Mr. A. J. Markham said, "If you treat a pig right, it will treat you right, in return." She had six (6) pigs! It was a lot of work, no problem, I liked tto do it! That was not the half of it. As the gilts farrowed in this alley I would pen in another gilt with the panels I had built, so that pretty soon there were 8 pens of gilts and pigs in the alley. To feed each gilt, I had to carry feed from pen to pen from the south pen (number 8) to the north pen (number 1). I also had to carry buckets of water over each panel, pen to pen, then water each gilt in her pan. Every day I had to clean out each pen, carry the manure over each panel through each pen until they were all clean and given new straw. Mr. Markham said, "If you treat a pig right, it will treat you right, in return." It was a lot of work, no problem, I liked to do it! To make a long story a little longer, we must remember that, to feed the cows their grain, I had to step over each of seven (7) panels while going down the alley, and then I had to step over each of seven (7) panels to feed the horses and calves their grain on the other side! The cows, ccalves and horses still need their hay, so I step over each panel---. It is a lot of work, but no problem, I liked to do it! Saved every pig in that alley that winter, 48 from 8 gilts! My Dad always said "Herman, you always try to do too much"! Herman William Tripp--Remembering----
This is Herman William Tripp, presently in our 79 oldsmobile deisel, in the garage adjoining the house we lease from Red Gaedes. I have just finished making a service call to the hog farm 1/2 mile south of here. We are real excited because we arare on the way to see Sara and Daniel show their pigs at the 1991 Morgan County Fair. This may be the last time that Sara ever shows at this fair. Sara has delivered by now, 5 of her best market hogs of various weights so that she will be able to show in as many classes as possible. Dan has delivered by now, his best 5 pigs of various weights, so that he will be able to show in as many classes as possible. Sara or Dan have been in the final drive for the Grand Championship every year ffor at least 5 years, but have never received the top award. Two years ago the judge made one of his own pigs, that he had sold to a participant, Grand Champion. That year, Daniel received the next highest award, Reserve Grand Champion. Last year Daniel showed his Champion heavyweight pig in the final drive for Grand Champion. The judge, true to form, selected two crossbred hamp pigs for the two top awards. It seems that all judges cater to the purebred breeders, when it comes to the t top spot, so that they will be called upon to judge purebred shows. Dan is pulling for Sara this year, to get the top award-- Grand Champion. She is ready, she has cared for her pigs, selected them carefully and now the time has come for her last show. Good Luck Sara!! Herman William Tripp--Looking Ahead----
I have attended numerous market hog shows in my lifetime, but never have I seen a family dominate a show such as I have just seen! Number 1 places, number 2 places, and other places, Sara and Daniel showmanship showing off their pig to the highest possible placing. Then Sara lets out a yell as the judge signals for Dan to take his last pig, a heavyweight, to the number 1 pen! Then Dan lets out a yell as the judge signals for Sara to take her last pig, to the number 1 pen in the very ne next class, her last! The heavyweight Championship final drive is next--for both of them. Sara's time has come! But wait, the judge has signaled that Daniel has the Reserve Champion Heavyweight Market Hog! Sara gives Daniel a hug, Dan gives Sara a hug--in the showring! Sister to Brother--Brother to Sister--for all to see!! This Sister, Brother act will be very tough to follow at the Morgan County Fair!! HOW GREEN IS MY VALLEY NOW!! Herman William Tripp --Remembering----
Clara Fern Fritz Tripp My Wife
Clara, I love you. I have loved you since the first time I saw you in the Sunday School class of 1941. That was 50 years 5 months and 14 days ago!! Tonight as I watched you take off in the Boeing 737 to your Dad's 90th birthday celebration, you were so happy, to make standby cut. I was very happy for you, to make the trip too. It was close! I had planned to leave at noon, so that we would have plenty of time, to get you on first standby, to improve your chances of getting on the flight with the buddy pass that Wynn Hewlett had given you. Buying a ticket for 74 dollars is a lot different than 740 dollars! I was happy for you tonight, but also a little sad, that our time here is moving along so fast. Watching that jet airplane take off with you and so many others in it, makes me reflect back to the horse and buggy days, when I dreamed you up. How I deserved to have my dream come true, I do not know, but it did, and tonight as I watched you wait for, annd get your ticket, you were as beautiful as the first time I saw you! Our lives together are many stories in one. We planned, made with love, our two boys, Clifford Allen and Jerry Ray, and raised them together. What a joy that has been, and now we are watching their families grow up in this jet generation. How different that is from the way you and I grew up! We have raised chickens together, we have raised sheep together, we have raised pigs together and what about those turkeys that we raised together. Weren't they something? There is a story about each of those categories that we can remember together. Those are small adventures compared to the Big, Big Adventures that we have had. Building America's largrgest, newest and best 1,000 sow hog farm at Hoyt Colorado was just a start. That was Agricultural Research Development Inc. Then came The Trippway Corporation that spread our way of raising pigs all over the world. Then the Pureline Hog Company, showed the Midwest United States of America how to. Over 100 sow units of 440 sows, that we built and supervised, are raising pigs with the techniques you and I developed when we were just kids! We were in our twenties! What enjoyment we had working and loving together! Then we told the world how we did it, at the Internation Seminar in Denmark in 1980. Remember,-- we flew the Concord! Both ways! That was our second round trip on the Concord. Now we do not have enough money to buy onbuy one ticket anywhere!! Our ups and downs caused by my "impossible" dreams has not taken away from our enjoyment of life and our love for each other. Wasn't it an "impossible" dream that I had, when I was 10 years old----that came truetrue? Now the Big Dream. Yours and mine together. Changing the world's way of controlling insects! Will it happen? We are very close, after signing all those papers at Boise, Idaho on August 15th, 1991. From May, 1981, till now, has been a long time, working on this project. We worked on the Pig Project over 15 years to accomplish our goals, but we did it !! That changed the way the world raises pigs. You have been an inspiration to everyone that comes in contact with you! Especially me! Our absolute dedication to each other, and to each project demonstrates what a "Man and Wife Team" can do!! We are going to be hard to replace!! HOW GREEN IS MY VALLEY NOW!! Herman William Tripp--Remembering----
Clara and I When I received my 1A classification, Clara and I decided to get married before I had to report for duty. The local boys and I journeed by train for our physicals, to Leavenworth, Kansas, and it was no surprise that we all passed. The next step was to get ready to leave for the duration. My Dad having been through the first World War, had plenty of insight for me, and what to expect. Clara and I planned a very simple church wedding, inviting our relatives to the Methodist Church where we had met 4 years before. It was war time, and ev
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Tripp Families of North America
1885 - Abt 1955 (69 years)
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