CROSSVILLE CHRONICLE

Opinion

 

Dorothy Copus Brush
"Random Thoughts"

Buckeye means a lot to me and Ohio

Little things do mean a lot. That thought comes to mind each time I look at the buckeye nestled among the mess on my desk. There were some lovely floral arrangements at my mother's memorial service, but one had special meaning. It had been arranged and delivered to the church by a woman about my age; a woman I had known from our earliest childhood. Her family, like mine, had lived in our small rural community from the time it began.

After the service she took me to the vase filled with seasonal flowers and explained where each blossom had been picked. Some were from her flower garden and others from her brother's gardens. Her whole family was represented and each name brought back memories. Tucked in among the flowers were two buckeyes still encased in their prickly covering. She explained one was for my sister and one for me to take back to our Arizona and Tennessee homes as a reminder that we would always be from the Buckeye State.

Several days ago the pod broke open and exposed the shiny brown fruit with the eye of the buck in plain sight. Pioneer historians say Ohio became the Buckeye State as early as 1788 when the first court in the Northwest Territory was opened in Marietta. On that occasion the high sheriff, Col. Ebenezer Sproat, led an imposing procession to court. Sproat was a large man and made a commanding impression as he marched forward with drawn sword.

To the watching Indians this was a person to be admired and they gave him the nickname "Hetuck" which was their name for the eye of the buck deer. The name caught on and he was called "Big Buckeye" by all.

It was true that the land destined to become Ohio boasted a large number of buckeye trees which were native there. The distinctive seed's proper classification is a fruit, but it was mistakenly often called a nut. The tree has an unpleasant odor and was sometimes called the fetid buckeye. Because of this and the false belief that the fruit poisoned stock animals, many buckeye trees were destroyed.

It took a presidential campaign for Ohio to become known as the Buckeye State and Ohioans to be called Buckeyes. General William Henry Harrison, a native of Virginia but an Ohioan by choice, had served Gen. Anthony Wayne as his aide-de-camp during the Indian Wars along the Miami River. He met his future wife during this time. She was the daughter of John Cleves Symmes, an important figure in the development of southwestern Ohio.

Many years later when Gen. Harrison retired from public life he moved to his farm near Cincinnati. To supplement his small income from the farm, he was serving as a county recorder when he was catapulted into the race for the presidency.

Then, as now, politics can be dirty, and his opponents made a serious mistake when they stated contemptuously that if the general were given a pension he would be happy to spend the rest of his life living in a log cabin, drinking hard cider. Harrison's advisors turned the jeers into a successful campaign tactic. Buckeye cabins and buckeye walking sticks became the emblems all during the 1840 campaign, and Harrison became the first Ohio citizen to win the highest office in the land. The buckeye was forever thereafter associated with Ohio. Even though the state and citizens were called Buckeyes from that time on, the state legislature did not adopt the buckeye as the official state tree until 1953.
Reading through early Crossville newspapers it was surprising to learn how many residents moved here from Ohio. Those former Buckeyes chose to live on this lovely Cumberland Plateau and were welcomed by their Tennessee Volunteer neighbors.

Yes, little things mean a lot. In this case a small buckeye added a lot of history.

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