Category Archives: War of 1812

The War of 1812 – 1814 will be commemorated 2012 to 2014. Lots of barn quilts and trails will be inspired by this celebration of peace between two great countries: U.S. and Canada.


Hosted by Tom and Trish May Farms, 677 Longwoods Road, Wardsville.

Brock gave Tecumseh a Pocket Compass when they met to plan their attack on Fort Detroit. After his death at the Battle of the Thames on October 5, 1813, a warrior requested that the compass be engraved in Tecumseh’s memory.

“Sell a country! Why not sell the air, the clouds, the great sea as well as the earth?” Tecumseh asked. Tecumseh had a genius for strategy.  He was a man of intelligence, eloquence, courage and character, a relentless enemy but a merciful victor to captives. He was respected and held in high esteem by friend and foe alike. While fierce and fearless in warfare, Tecumseh was an honourable opponent. Ever “merciful and magnanimous,” this “gallant and impetuous spirit” learned idealism and compassion from his brother The Prophet, and was never savage or sadistic to his captives.

When no less a personage than Isaac Brock said of him, “A more sagacious or gallant warrior does not exist,” he was speaking of one of the continent’s unforgettable sachems, perhaps, the most lauded Aboriginal leader in North American history.

Excerpt from Upper Canada History Narratives: Tecumseh



Hosted by Scott and Lenore Patterson, 406 Longwoods Rd, Newbury, ON


My name is Elizabeth Bedford. I am 78 years old in this the year of our Lord, 1850. I guess you’re wanting me to tell what it was like when my husband Robert and I came to take possession of the land granted him by the British Crown for his military service in the American Revolution.

My heart sank at the sight of the mighty trees whose huge trunks stretched to the veryheavens and whose canopy of leaves were so dense that the light of day could not penetrate to where we stood.

At first I cursed the forest, its gloominess,its dangers — thieves and wild animals. I dared not let the children out of my sight for many an adult was known to lose his way. Read the rest of this entry

Maple Leaf

Hosted by the Johnston Farm, 15734 Longwoods Rd., Bothwell, Chatham-Kent, ON

Maple Leaf

A slit slashed in the tree allowed the sap to drip down a sliver of wood into a hand carved wooden container or a birch bark pail.   Sap was  gathered and assembled at the sugar camp where whole families maintained the fires.

The syrup was constantly stirred and poured at the proper moment into moulds. Continued stirring produced fine white granular sugar.  All this was a highly skilled, labour intensive process. Maple sugar was a  valuable trade item for the Chippewa. A sugar camp of 300 trees could produce 600 pounds of sugar a year.   Settlers  learned the  process from their neighbours.

The Moravian diaries report that March 14, 1813, amidst the chaos of war,  the sugar camps were in full production. The familiar springtime routine must have been  a comforting  experience in those troubling times.

By Frances Kilbourne, South Caradoc.  February 2012


THE MORAVIANS IN UPPER CANADA;  THE FAIRFIELD DIARY 1792 – 1813.  Translated by Linda Sabathy-Judd

Moravian Star

Hosted by Fairfield Museum, 14878 Longwoods Rd., Bothwell, Chatham-Kent, ON

I am Sister Margaret Schnall and my husband is Brother Johann Schnall. We lived with our family at Fairfield on the Thames from 1801-1813 and later at New Fairfield from 1818-1819. 

Fairfield was established in 1792 as a refuge for our Delaware brethren, who were peace loving Indians whose lives had been constantly threatened by the white man’s westward migration.  In the early 1790s, 96 innocent adults and children were brutally murdered at Gnadenhutten in the Ohio Valley by American militiamen. The British offered us land in Upper Canada and here we lived in relative peace and prosperity for several years, teaching our Indian brethren farming, domestic and academic skills as well as the word of God.

Life was not always perfect but we had no idea of the horrors to come. The Thames River was the main thoroughfare between the Detroit and Niagara regions. In between was one big wildnerness. We were obligated to provide lodging and food for everyone travelling by. Most were  welcome (and paid generously) except for the dishonest whose purpose was to cause trouble (mainly sellers of liquor or warfaring Indians who sought to tempt our young men to join them).

The year 1812 brought rumours of war and increased river traffic but the autumn of 1813 was horrendous. After the British defeat on Lake Erie, the retreat up the Thames began. Fort Malden and Amerherstburg were abandoned and set on fire. Thousands came through our village: ordinary families with children; military and Indian families; soldiers; prisoners; and the wounded.

Our buildings were filled beyond capacity and our streets were chaotic with animals and military equipment. The Indian brethren panicked with memories of past brutalities and made preparations to flee eastward with Brother Denke.

On October 5th, Tecumseh was killed in the Battle of the Thames and the British fled east up the river. At first, the Americans promised us no harm but the next day we were accused of aiding and abetting the enemy. Our buildings and possessions were ransacked as they searched for valuables and signs of treason. Even our sermons written in German were thought to be code. Read the rest of this entry

Patchwork of our past | London | News | London Free Press

Patchwork of our past | London | News | London Free Press.

Thanks ALEX WEBER/The London Free Press for writing about the Longwoods Barn Quilt Trail. Without the support of our local media, projects such as the Longwoods Trail would languish in obscurity. We would like to recognize the hard work and dedication of the hundreds of volunteers and our sponsors.

Bravo to the volunteers! Bravo to rural communities!

Sharpening up the geometry skills: transferring block pattern to an 8 foot square canvas.