Abraham Kriebel and Susanna Schultz [25-4]

[25-4] ABRAHAM KRIEBEL, b Oct. 18, 1736; d Jan. 30, 1801; s Caspar and Susanna (Wiegner) Kriebel [25-1]; m by Rev. Balthasar Hoffman, May 18, 1762, SUSANNA SCHULTZ, b Aug. 21, 1740; d Oct. 10, 1820; dau George and Anna (Hoffman) Schultz [149-1.] Abraham Kriebel was a farmer and lived in Towamencin Twp., Pa., on the farm now owned (1920) by his great-great-grandson, Charles K. Kriebel, Jr. [25-196a]. It appears that Mr. Kriebel also conducted a store for a time, as shown by entries in the account book of Rev. Melchior Schultz.

Mr. Kriebel also paid a number of fines for not attending military drill. [See Plate.]

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Tradition says Susanna Schultz Kriebel was very fond of flowers and had many varieties in her garden which she cultivated carefully. This love of flowers seems to have been transmitted to her descendants who likewise give much attention to flower gardens.

During the Revolutionary War and the encampment of Washington in Whitpain and vicinity, the soldiers would oft-times come to the Kriebel home for food and lodging. They took milk, cattle, and sheep for food; they slept on the floor of the kitchen and also in the barn. Sometimes false alarms would be sounded in the night time that the British were coming. The soldiers would rush out with their flint-locks and look for the enemy, returning after several hours search, tired out, and would fling themselves on the floor to get much needed rest. Tradition also states that a very tall man hid in a pile of sheep-manure to evade being forced to go to war.

Mrs. Kriebel frequently helped the soldiers to mend their uniforms and many remnants of various colors of soldiers’ uniform were among her effects when she died. Tradition also states that prior to the Revolution the Indians would frequently come to the Kriebel home, especially during cider making season. They would ask for “‘Cidle,” and after having imbibed very freely, the Kriebel family refused to give them any more, knowing that they had had sufficient for their own good; but the persistent Indian would place his finger outside the cup, and say “Only so much. Only so much.”