You’re probably familiar with the “Six Degrees of Separation” theory (or its drinking-game cousin, “Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon”). The basic premise is that everyone in the universe is no more than five people away from a personal connection with anyone else, including actor Kevin Bacon.
Despite rigorous scientific testing, researchers have failed to establish the validity of the “Six Degrees of Separation” theory. Nor have college students had much luck downing beers and trying to connect with Kevin Bacon. I suspect the problem is that the universe is just too large. If the universe was limited to Indianapolis, the theory might actually work.
There was a time when pretty much everyone in town knew each other and also knew Hiram Bacon, a prominent dairy farmer and leader in the Presbyterian Church. Bacon was one of Washington Township’s first residents and a stationmaster on the Underground Railroad. He settled just north of Indianapolis in 1821, establishing his cheese dairy on nearly 400 acres of farmland near the current site of Glendale Mall. In the days before the Civil War, Bacon and his family provided shelter to fugitive slaves who were traveling to freedom, many of whom eluded capture by hiding in the nearby peat bog. When darkness fell, Bacon conveyed the fugitives to the Quaker settlement of Westfield, which was the next station north. Bacon’s farmhouse stood for many years on the east side of the road that eventually became Keystone Avenue. It was demolished in the early 1900s and is now site of the Donut Shop.
Since we moved into our old house nine years ago, I’ve spent hours researching not only every previous owner of our property, but also previous owners of adjacent properties. I’ve tried to find letters, photos and other articles that are directly connected to the people that I am now connected to through my house. In researching my home’s history, I’ve discovered all kinds of connections with the city’s pioneer residents. So at first flush, it seems like I should be able to connect my house to Hiram Bacon in five or fewer degrees.
Robert Culbertson was the first owner of our property, and appears to be a likely candidate for a Bacon connection. Culbertson acquired 160 acres of property in Center Township in 1822 in two land grants signed by President James Monroe. An up-and-coming citizen of the new state capital, Culbertson won the contract to build the Governor’s Mansion on the Circle. By 1825, however, Culbertson had sold his land and moved to New Orleans to escape an embarrassing incident that occurred during an outing on the White River.
As told by historian John H.B. Nowland in his 1870 book Early Reminisces of Indianapolis, Culbertson was a bit of a dandy. He wore a wig, and like many modern men who sport comb-overs, sincerely believed that that the ladies did not realize he was bald. However, during a pleasant cruise to Broad Ripple with two female companions, Culbertson fell into the water and lost his wig. Some 15 years later, Nowland saw Culbertson in New Orleans, who told the author that the wig incident and his impulsive flight from Indianapolis had caused his ruin.
Given Culbertson’s brief residency in Indianapolis, I’ve been unable to find a connection with Hiram Bacon. A few years ago, however, I found a copy of an invitation to a ball that was sent to Nowland in 1850. Notations were made beside the names of the ball’s managers, likely for inclusion in one of Nowland’s books on the city’s early history.
Culbertson’s property passed through four subsequent owners before it was sold to attorney Ovid Butler in 1846. Butler built a Greek Revival farmhouse, Forest Home, that still stands at the corner of Park and 13th Streets. One of the city’s first lawyers, Butler practiced law with Calvin Fletcher and Simon Yandes but retired in 1849 due to poor health. Retirement hardly slowed him down, however, because the same year that Butler retired he also established an abolitionist newspaper, The Free Soil Banner, and sought legislative approval for a new college that would admit both men and women on equal terms.
Despite Bacon’s involvement with the Underground Railroad and Butler’s strong support of the abolition movement, I was unable to find a connection between the two men. One potential reason might be the veil of secrecy that surrounded the Underground Railroad. Some years after the Civil War, Bacon’s daughter told historian J.P. Dunn that her father’s activities in the Underground Railroad were a closely guarded secret known only to a few people.
Although the Butler family is long gone from Forest Home, the Butler flag flies from the front porch of the house during basketball season. I’ve also picked up a few things over the years that are tangible reminders of the man who founded the college I attended and who also platted the land where my house was built. See below: an 1871 catalogue for Northwestern Christian University (later renamed Butler College), and a letter written to Ovid Butler’s daughter, Cordelia, from her mother and her sister, Demia. In the letter, which was mailed shortly before the Butlers built Forest Home, Elizabeth Butler chides Cordelia for staying away too long and hints at a big change in the domestic front that awaits Cordelia when she returns. There’s no way to confirm this, but I like to think that Elizabeth is talking about the family’s plans to move to the country (ie, 13th Street & Park) and build a new home.
In 1868, Ovid Butler platted the portion of the Old Northside that lies between College and Central avenues. The new subdivision was named “Ovid Butler’s Addition to College Corners.” Butler professor Catharine Merrill joined with two of her siblings to purchase six lots, including the lot where my house now stands.
I was hopeful that Catharine Merrill would somehow be connected to Hiram Bacon. She arrived here in 1824 in the same wagon caravan that officially moved the State Capitol to Indianapolis. Her father, state treasurer Samuel Merrill, was responsible for accompanying the state treasury, state library, state records, and the furniture from the old capitol on their 11-day journey from Corydon.
Some years later, her brother (Samuel Jr.) recounted a story told by his family about the historic move.
“….as they approached Indianapolis, coming along the road now called South Meridian St., the happy teamster, feeling that this was the proudest day of his life, refusing to listen to the pleadings of the ladies to the contrary, decked the horses with the loud sounding bells, & sent forward a country man, who chanced to be passing, to inform the people that the seat of government was coming. At the word, out poured most of the five hundred inhabitants –- boys, girls, men & women — to see a sight that will never again be seen in Indiana.”
In 1869, Catharine Merrill became the second woman in the United States to be appointed a university professor when Ovid Butler established an endowed chair at Northwestern Christian in honor of his daughter, Demia, the first female to graduate from the school. Catharine subsequently sold her interest in the Old Northside properties to her brother, Samuel Jr., who built a magnificent Italianate home on one of the lots (left). A few years later, Demia’s widower, George Townley, built a house across the street from Merrill’s (right).
In 1934, members of the Catharine Merrill Club published a book on her life that included many of Merrill’s letters and journal writings from her childhood in the pioneer days of Indianapolis. During those early years, Bacon helped establish the Presbyterian church where the Merrills worshiped and provided logs from his farm for the building. While it is almost certain that Merrill knew Bacon from church, he is not mentioned in the book.
Much like a set of lost keys, the connection between my house and Hiram Bacon finally turned up right under my nose. From my desk, I can look out over my backyard fence and see the house that Calvin Fletcher, Jr., purchased in 1877 as a gift to his daughter, Sarah Hill Fletcher. (below left) Sarah moved to the home in 1882 with her new husband, Dr. Theodore Wagner, and their infant son, Fletcher. An expert in the treatment of smallpox, Wagner eventually contracted the disease himself and continued treating patients during his confinement in the pest house. A cardboard box for one of Wagner’s prescriptions is shown. (below)
Fletcher grew into a brilliant young man. He attended Shortridge High School, serving as the first editor of Shortridge Daily Echo, and later graduated from Stanford University. He had hopes of joining his father in his medical practice, and was nominated for a Rhodes scholarship while pursuing graduate studies at Harvard. On the day that Fletcher received the news that he did not win the Rhodes scholarship, he disappeared from his room in Cambridge and was never seen nor heard from again.
Fletcher Wagner was the great-grandson of Calvin Fletcher, who was the first lawyer to practice in Indianapolis. Calvin Fletcher was also an extensive diarist, leaving behind a series of journals that provide a comprehensive view of life in Indianapolis from 1821 to 1866. Fletcher’s diaries were published in a nine-volume set by the Indiana Historical Society, and in Volume 1, I found the following information.
While traveling on horseback in New York in 1824, Fletcher bought a new hat for $2.50. It started raining, so he stopped at a house for shelter. The owner “inquired if I knew Hiram & W. Bacon near Indianapolis to which inquiry I was pleased to gratify them by an affirmative answer.”
So there’s the proof that brings home the Bacon.
Bacon’s Swamp was a neighborhood kids’ joy when I grew up in the west-of-Keystone/Kessler area more than fifty years ago. I saw the Swamp drained, peat mined, the bog turned into almost instant solutions to the housing crisis of the day; and can only dimly remember the extent the Swamp once had.
I was so pleased to read this via the link on Facebook. Thanks!
Great article. Thanks for all the information. I’m glad to know others still know of and appreciate Hiram Bacon. In the next day or two I’ll post a photo of his monument at Crown Hill on the forum website. (Could probably do that for 90% of the people you mention here. The Hurty prescription pad is neat to see too given his later prominence as State Health Commissioner for many years.)
Bacon Station is still there on 55th Pl just east of Keystone, still there in a weird reincarnation as a post office.
Hiram Bacon was my great, great, great grandfather. It was interesting reading this. I’ll have to share wtih my mother.
Growing up in Broad Ripple, I was cautioned many times to “stay away from the swamp.” That cautionary statement and a story I heard about the grave of a revolutionary soldier on land at the corner of Keystone and Kessler, got me interested in the Bacon story. We live right in the middle of his land..
I have researched extensively, give talks and have had published articles about Hiram Bacon and his brother William.
In fact, I’m known as the “Bacon historian.”
Thought you might like to know that his story is being carried on.
Question: Is there a photo of him anywhere. I’ve never been able to locate one.
I now live on Bacon Swamp; would like to know more about it.
I’m live on Hiram Bacon’s land and have done much original research on his life, as well as the life of his brother, William.
The stories are fascinating.
Great article Libby.
I’m glad I came across this this website to learn more about Hiram Bacon. He is my 2nd great grandfather through his son George.
Thanks for the article! My reply is better very late than never.
Hiram Bacon was my 3rd great-grandfather, through his daughter Helen who married Charles A. Howland. I discovered Hiram Bacon’s name on the list from Crown Hill and am honored to be his descendant!
Charles Howland was the son of Powell and Alice Howland and one of their daughters, Pamelia (Charles’s sister), married Oliver Johnson- established “Johnson’s Woods” in what is now the Meridian Kessler Neighborhood.
Powell Howland’s first farm was located across Fall Creek from the Indiana State Fairgrounds. After he sold that farm, he purchased land in the 75th Street & Dean Road area. (“Howland Ditch” runs under Dean Road and their farmhouse was located in the Sylvan Ridge subdivision).
Having grown up in Indianapolis and lived in both MKNA and 71st Street neighborhoods, I appreciate the
6 degrees of separation and rich legacies from both of my 3rd great-grandfathers, Powell Howland and Hiram Bacon.
This was a really nice view into the history of some of the houses on our street in ONS.
I think I remember reading in the Indianapolis papers during the 1950s and maybe the 1960s about people disappearing (i.e., drowning?) in Bacon Swamp. So I think the swamp was dangerous. Is memory accurate?
I was a young child (8 years old) when the drownings occurred. I heard all about it on the bus ride to school the following morning. The young children living on Hillside in a house that edged the swamp. The pup had run out onto the ice-covered swamp when the ice broke. One by one, the other children followed after the dog trying to save it when all were lost. I remember hearing that a young girl on the bus had unrolled her garden hose and was able to save one child. I remember everyone considered her a hero. I grew up on Keystone across from the land where the original Bacon House had been. A butcher shop was there at that time. Although I was constantly warned to avoid the swamp it was the first place my brother and I headed every day. Too full of mystery and myth and too alluring to young children.