A Moment in History: Remembering Rebecca Kellogg Ashley

On occasion I find a story that can’t be found in the classroom history books. I might not have known about Rebecca Kellogg Ashley–except that I love history.

I have lived in this town for fifteen years. My children started school in this district in 1998. I have never joined the local historical society, but I’ve learned much of the history of the area. I live just miles from where this history took place.

When we first moved here I met local Historian, Marjory Hinman who wrote a book called–Onaquaga: Hub of the Border Wars. That book graces my Iroquois Indian history shelf along with others.

During the 1700’s, the Oneida Indians lived as far north as the Albany area, spreading south, all the way to Windsor, New York. It’s beautiful country and from Cooperstown, the Susquehanna River flows down state into Pennsylvania and back up into New York. There was plenty of room for the tribes to enjoy the rich land, lakes and rivers.

Two tribes lived here: the Oneida and Tuscarora. It is the closest place where the Susquehanna comes to the Delaware River and has a low place in a bend in the river to carry across. Thus making it a great place for trading.

Deerfield, Mass. February 1704—

Rebecca Kellogg was captured at age eight, along with her brother, sister, and father. They were taken to the Christian Mohawk settlement near Montreal. She was adopted by the Haudenosaunee Mohawks, and there she married and had children.

Rebecca’s father and brother escaped, but Rebecca never returned to New England until she was thirty-three years old. She and her children visited her family, but never returned to live there. Apparently sometime during these years, her husband died. Rebecca began working tirelessly as an interpreter among native people in the Mission School at Stockbridge, Massachusetts where famous Rev. Jonathan Edwards was in charge of this Mission School.

In 1745 she married again, to a man named Benjamin Ashley. Rebecca was twenty years older than he, but it is possible they married, as it was the proper thing to do in those days.  Both of them accompanied Rev. Gideon Hawley to start a new mission at Onaquaga.

The Indians at Onaquaga adopted the white man’s ways of building and living in log cabins with stone chimneys, glass windows, and the people planted crops.

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Chief Joseph Brant

Chief Joseph Brant had a farm with cattle at Onaquaga and married the daughter of an Onaquaga chief. If you remember in your history, Chief Joseph was highly educated, and a mastermind at military tactics. He chose to fight with the British against the Americans and Onaquaga was used as a base of his operations.

Susquehanna River at Onaquaga

During the years, 1748 to 1777 missionaries ministered to the people in the village. The Rev. Gideon Hawley left diaries containing valuable information after he left the settlement. He wrote a map of the village.

Little was written about Rebecca Kellogg Ashley’s work at the mission in Onaquaga. She knew the needs of the people because she had lived with them, she knew their language well, and had a heart for the Oniedas. Rebecca gave her energies into the service of others.

Rebecca Kellogg Ashley lived with the natives at Onaquaga many years and understood their needs completely. They fondly called her Wausaunia, which means the bridge.

Onaquaga Bridge
The bridge at Onaquaga.
Sign at the bridge.

There is no other white woman reported in that time of history, who lived among the Indians of Onaquaga. Rebecca spent the rest of her life there, and when she died in 1757 the people “lamented her loss.”


There is a stone marker on Dutchtown Road in memory. She is buried at the base of Onaquaga Mountain.

Rebecca Kellogg Ashley monument

Sadly, Gen. James Clinton came through in 1778 and destroyed the village of Onaquaga on the way to meet Gen. Sullivan at Tioga Point.


Why Do We Call Them Comedians?

I grew up with comedians such as Jackie Gleason, Jonathan Winters, Don Rickles, and others. I knew two things: They hated their mother-in-laws for all the same reasons, and they made fun of their wives. And me being of the female kind didn’t appreciate their humor. Then there’s Joan Rivers…

Little has changed with comedians in the years since. It seems comedians now spout political hate and dissention. Instead of the art of laughter to enrich a person, lighten a load, they are now spewing their own crass political feelings, because they have the right.

When does this right cross the line of decency? Seeing the beheaded President Trump made me wonder if she forfeited her American rights and had become a brainwashed ISIS follower.

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This is not my usual self, steaming over opinions and politics, but can this apology be real? Americans are showing their true feeling about Kathy Griffin’s stunt, she has pushed the line, and now she cries that President Trump is bullying her? Now she needs to lawyer up?

Who is calling the kettle black? Who is the bully?

When will we see kindness and consideration come back to this nation, for every individual…no matter what he believes?

Just because this man may not be the president of your choice, instead of putting him down, take part in helping make the nation great. We must continue to uphold those in authority with respect, no matter what.

We have lost the belief in sanctity of life—all human life. Though we are more educated about political correctness, we continue to miss the mark. It starts with love, kindness and consideration of others above our own selves.

There must be respect for every color, every ethnic voice, every child (starting with the unborn), the elderly, and each and every faith.

Where is the sensitivity training for comedians? Let all comedians go as part of their education before they shame themselves in public.