Living in the Oregon District Before It Was Cool

 Photo of Hubert and Esther Taubert in Fentress County, TN.

Photo of Hubert and Esther Taubert in Fentress County, TN.

The thing I love about history is there are so many untold stories, that I wonder why we have to make up new ones.

Recently I learned a story about my own family (that I’ve researched heavily) that took me by surprise. You could probably guess, it involves Dayton.

In around 2012 I became obsessed with genealogy. I can trace some parts of our bloodline to the 1600s, and can only imagine all the stories those ancestors could tell.

My great grandfather Hubert Taubert was the son of German immigrants, a family whose lineage fled France as huguenots, religious refugees in the 1600s.

He was born in Fentress County, Tennessee, and lived an exceptional life. He married Esther Fairchild (she passed when I was 5) in Fentress County, Tennessee. He started a sawmill and logging business, and ran a farm in Fentress County. He was "charter" founding member of the Fentress County Farm Bureau, and Fentress County Co-Op. He was a long time member of the Fentress County School Board. He ran the farm until he died at the ripe old age of 95, and was buried in Fentress County, Tennessee.

I had no reason to connect him to Dayton.

Newspaper ad from September 1921

While doing a lot of Dayton research lately, I’ve enjoyed running little things I find by my father.

New information

Fun fact: In 1920, Dayton had NINE Piggly Wiggly grocery stores. At this time the new “shop for yourself” grocery chain was taking over North America (until then, the clerk grabbed your goods for you).

My father randomly said he remembered something about “Grandpa” working at Piggly Wiggly on the west side. Looking at the timing, it was likely the location on Salem where the post office now stands, or on West Third.

The thing is I know my “Grandpa” lived here. My father’s parents moved here from Tennessee after World War II, and that grandpa worked at Frigidaire. But he meant his grandfather (my dad’s mother’s father), and there was no reason to connect him to Dayton. When pressed, my father actually had no idea why my great grandfather was here.

After some quick calls to my grandmother, details made sense. It was the depression, and my great grandmother was pregnant and Hubert needed work. They had one child here, and moved back to Tennessee where my Grandmother was born in 1932.

Thankfully the internet has all the records we need, and there we are in the 1930 Census.

Name: Hubert and Esther Taubert

House: 94 Jones St.

Profession: Manager, Grocery

They lived here in the Oregon District. Unfortunately, while the district is historic - US-35 took over the part of the street (just one block from where it currently stops) where he and my great grandmother lived according to the 1930 census.

For someone who geeks out over local history (Classmates and I renamed a West Carrollton park at 9 years old), this has completely blown my mind.

August 2018 EDIT: Doing research for my bar I also found he lived shortly in St. Annes Hill at 44 High St, a home still standing today.

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