Biographical Sketch of D. Scholl

D. Scholl of Tustin, was born December 25, 1807, a son of Jacob P. and Elizabeth Scholl, natives of Pennsylvania. His father, a blacksmith by trade, moved to New York in 1815, and died there in 1835; then the subject of this sketch, the eldest of the nine children in his father’s family, returned to Pennsylvania and learned the milling business with his grandfather. In 1834 he went again to New York State, married Miss Lucy Rowell, a native of Massachusetts, and the next year moved to Goshen, Indiana, where he engaged in the furnace and machinery business until 1849, when he crossed the plains to California, returning again to Indiana in 1852.
After this he followed milling until 1861, when he recrossed the plains to California with his family, with horse teams. The first seven years in this State he followed farming in Solano County; then was a resident of San Francisco eight years, in Vallejo seven years and finally moved to Tustin, Orange County, where he has since occupied a fine fruit ranch in the beautiful Santa Ana valley. Politically Mr. Scholl is a Democrat. He has seen many of the hardships of pioneer life, but by industry and economy he has succeeded far better than many who have been more favored with opportunity.
Mr. and Mrs, Scholl have reared a family of seven children: Amelia, wife of N. Vanderlip; Maria, now Mrs. George Ellsworth; Fidelia, wife of John W. Ballard; Orlando, a grocery-man of Tustin. The others are now all deceased.


Surnames:
Scholl,

Topics:
Biography,

Locations:
Orange County CA,

Collection:
The Lewis Publishing Company. An Illustrated History of Southern California embracing the counties of San Diego San Bernardino Los Angeles and Orange and the peninsula of lower California. The Lewis Publishing Company, Chicago, Illinois. 1890.

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