Upper Level: Hugh Floyd 1663-1730 Elinor abt 1663

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Hugh Floyd 1663-1730 Elinor abt 1663

Hughs Footstone to his grave
Inscription on stone reads:
Here Lyes Buried
ye Body of
Mr. Hugh Floyd
Who Departed this Life
Nov'br 17th
Anno Domini 1730.
Aged 67 Years.

Hugh Floyd
Parents Captain John Floyd and Sarah Doolittle

Born 10 Jul 1663 Lynn, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Occupation: Constable (1688 and 1709) Surveyor (1694)

Tithingman (1705 and 1712)

Hugh Floyd birth record

Life Note: He went with his father to Rumney Marsh, where he held several local offices. By inheritance and purchase, he became co-owner with his brother John, of the farm in Rumney Marsh formerly belonging to John Cogan. In 1730, prior to his death, he transferred to son Hugh, Jr., a part of what was known as Sanford's Lot.

Hugh was a member of the Malden church to 5 Apr 1724, when, with his wife, he joined the church of his own district. He died 17 Nov. 1730. He owned at least one slave (Richard) who was to serve each of his sons for one year after his death and then he would be freed.
Married Elinor (unknown surname)
Died 17 Nov 1730 Rumney Marsh, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Will signed 28 August 1730 and probated 31 Dec 1730. It mentions wife Elinor (she would receive 25 pounds yearly, sons Samuel, Benjamin, and Hugh, and daughters Sarah Leath and Elinor Leath, and the children of deceased daughter Joanna Tuttle.

Buried: Rumney Marsh Burial Ground, Revere, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Sources
Book: A Documentary History of Chelsea, 1909. by Mellen Chamberlain, published by committee; there are 2 Volumes, the information I gathered was from Vol 1 pages 70, 180,

Birth Record: Massachusetts Town Clerk and Vital Records (see above)

Family Search

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Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/19072816/hugh-floyd

Elinor (unknown surname)
Unknown Parents

Born abt 1663 - probably Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Died

Buried

Sources
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CHILDREN

Joanna's Headstone

Hannah (Joanna) Floyd
Born 5 Nov 1686 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Hannah's birth record

Married Edward Tuttle 11 Jun 1706 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America Note: by Reverend Cotton Mather

Joanna and Edward's family information.

Children: Edward, Joanna, William, Joseph, Sarah, Samuel, Joseph, Mary, Benjamin, Elijah, Damaris, Ebenezer, Eunice
Died 19 Oct 1728 Chelsea, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Note: Edward remarried 13 August 1733 to Martha Burbeck

Buried October 1728 Rumney Marsh Burial Ground, Revere, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Sources
Book: A Documentary History of Chelsea, 1909. by Mellen Chamberlain, published by committee, there are 2 Volumes, the information I gathered was from Vol 1 pages

Birth: Massachusetts Town Clerk and Vital Records

Family Search

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Birth: IGI Film 0397042 Batch C502201 dated 1630-1699

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/19087072/joanna-tuttle

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7th Great grandparents

*Sarah (Sally) Floyd
Born 28 Jan 1688 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts
Married Francis Lathe Jr. 25 Mar 1713 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America by Reverend Thomas Cheever

Sarah and Francis's marriage record
Her brothers is on the line just above hers.

Children: Robert, Ebenezer, Benjamin, Mary

Died

Buried

Sources
Marriage: Index of Marriages in Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America (see above)

Family Search

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Birth: IGI Film 0397042 Batch C502201 dated 1630-1699
Ebenezer Floyd
Born 21 Feb 1690 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts
Died 30 Jul 1692 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts

Sources
Family Search

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Birth in Boston: IGI Film 0397042 Batch C502201 dated 1630-1699
Birth and Death in Malden: IGI Film 0599728 IT 2 Batch C501011 dated 1850

Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/110668151/ebenezer-floyd
Elinor Floyd
Born 12 Feb 1692 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Elinor's birth record

Married (Deacon) John Leath 30 May 1717 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Elinor and John's marriage record

Children: John, Samuel, Elijah, Elinor, Sarah, Frances, Jedediah, Mary, Elizabeth

Died 1771 Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Buried

Sources
Birth Record from Massachusetts Town Clerk, Town and Vital Records (see above)

Family Search

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Birth: IGI Film 0397042 Batch C502201 dated 1630-1699
Samuel Floyd
Born abt 1695 Rumney Marsh, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Married Joanna Floyd (cousin?) 8 Feb 1727 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Samuel's marriage to Joanna

Children: Tabitha, Joanna, Samuel, Noah, Joseph, Edward, Rachel, Nathaniel, David, Nathan, Benjamin

Died 4 Mar 1870 Chelsea, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Buried:

Sources
Marriage: Index of Marriages in Boston (see above)

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Mary Floyd
Born 22 Jul 1698 Malden, Middlesex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Died 10 Mar 1699

Sources
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Birth and Death: IGI Film 0599728 IT 2 Batch C501011 dated 1850

Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/110668244/mary-floyd

Ben's headstone
Benjamin Floyd
Born abt 1701 Rumney Marsh, Revere, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Occupation: Innholder (1741)

Married Sarah Eustice 28 Nov 1726 Boston, Middlesex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Ben and Sarah's marriage record

Children: Mary, Sarah, Benjamin, Ebenezer, Abigail, Elizabeth

Benjamin and Sarah's children and land matters.
The Hugh it first mentions is the father of Ben who deeded land to Ben. The second Hugh and Sam are likely brothers to Ben since their father died in 1730 and it mentions their mother is a widow and living in Medford.

Died 24 Apr 1741 Medford, Middlesex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Buried: Salem Street Burying Ground, Salem, Essex, Massachusetts

Sources
Marriage: Massachusetts Marriages and Massachusetts Town Clerk and Vital Records (see above)

Family Search

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Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/26920754/benjamin-floyd

Hugh Floyd (Jr.)
Born 13 May 1704 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Married Mary Baker 29 Apr 1729 Lynn, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Hugh Floyd and Mary Baker marriage record

Children: Mary, Eleanor, Hugh, Peter, Hannah, Susannah, William, Stephen, Andrew
Died 28 Sep 1789

Buried

Sources
Marriage Record: Massachusetts Marriage Record

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From a Funeral Program

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little - but not for too long

And not with your head bowed low

Remember the love that we once shared

Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take

And each must go alone

It's all part of the Master's plan

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the hills we know

And bury your sorrow among the trees

Miss me, but let me go.

The Line

Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in “the line” without knowing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.

So while we wait in line -

Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people they are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.

I'm My Own Grandpa

Many, many years ago when I was 23,
I got married to a widow
who was as pretty as could be.
She had a grown up daughter
who had a hair of red.
My father fell in love with her
and soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
for she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother -in-law to dad
and so became my uncle though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
then that also made him brother to the widow's grown-up- daughter,
who of course, was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son,
who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
and it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
she's my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
then I am her grandchild.
and every time I think of it,
it simply makes me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!

Quotes from the Prophets

President Gordon B Hinckley: "It is good to look to the past to gain appreciation for the present and perspective for the future. It is good to look upon the virtues of those who have gone before, to gain strength for whatever lies ahead. It is good to reflect upon the work of those who labored so hard and gained so little in this world, but out of whose dreams and early plans so well nurtured, has come a great harvest of which we are the beneficiaries. Their tremendous example can become a compelling motivation for us all, for each of us is a pioneer in his own life."

President Spencer W Kimball: "I hope to see us dissolve the artificial boundary line we so often place between missionary work and temple and genealogical work, because it is the same great redemptive work!"

President Joseph Fielding Smith: " The responsibility on behalf of our kindred dead rests with equal force on all, according to our individual ability and opportunities...the greatest and grandest duty of all is to labor for the dead."

The Passing of the Pot (Chamber Pot)

As far back in childhood
As memory may go
One household vessel greets me
That wasn't made for show
Beneath the bed twas anchored
Where only few could see
But served the entire family
With equal privacy
Some called the critter Peggy
And some the thundermug
And others called it badger
A few called it jug
To bring it in at evening
Was bad enough no doubt
But heaven help the person
Who had to take it out
Our big one was enormous
And would accomodate
A watermelon party
Composed of six or eight
When nights were dark and rainy
It was a useful urn
On icy winter mornings
The cold rim seemed to burn
At times when things were rushing
And business extra good
Each took his turn a waiting
Or did the best he could
Sometimes when in a hurry
To our disgust and shame
We fumbled in the darkness
And slightly missed our aim
The special one for company
Was decorated well
But just the same it rendered
That old familiar smell
Today this modernism
Relieves me a lot
And only in my vision
I see that homely pot.
(author unknown)

Poem about ancestors

Though steep is the path I follow today,
The footprints of time will show me the way.
For many have traveled a smiliar road,
And carried an equal of heavier load.

No troubles I face are new to this earth,
That man has not faced from time of his birth.
The route has been charted and roads have been paved
By legions before me who were stalwart and brave.

Their steps never faltered nor courage grew dim,
For they trusted the Lord and let Him led them.
If my faith and my trust remain steadfast and true,
God will guide and protect me in all that I do.
- Dolores Karides

The Elusive Ancestor

I went searching for an ancestor.
I cannot find him still.
He moved around from place to place
and did not leave a will.
He married where a courthouse burned.
He mended all his fences.
He avoided any man who came to
take the US census

He always kept his luggage packed,
This man who had no fame,
and every 20 years or so,
This rascal changed his name.
No one else inthis world is
searching for this elusive man,
so I play "Gene-solitaire"
To find him, if I can!

I'm told he's buried in a plot,
with tombstone he was blessed;
but the weather took engravings,
and some vandals took the rest.
He died before the county clerks
were appointed to keep records
No family Bible has emerged -
In spite of all my efforts.

To top it off, this elusive ancestor
who has caused me many groans -
left me even one more challenge:
He brothed a lady,
by the name of "Jones"!
(Got this from a publication
put out by the DUP organization
that names the author: Merrell Kenworthy)

Poem: Heaven's Door

If I should go before you,

If life on earth were through;

I'll stop just inside Heaven's door,

and there I'll wait for you.

You've but to look 'cross star filled skies,

Past the moon and then beyond;

To know my leaving could never break,

This heart's undying bond.

And if you should go before me,

If your journey on earth were through;

You know I will be close behind,

I'll never be far from you.

Across the span of time and space,

This love will reach this far;

For you'll always carry a bit of my heart,

No matter where you are.

Allison Chambers Coxsey©1995 ~ All Rights Reserved

Which Shall It Be? by Adelaide Proctor

Which shall it be?

"Which shall it be? Which shall it be?
I looked at John and John looked at me,
And when I found that I must speak,
My voice seemed strangely low and weak:
˜Tell me again what Robert said,"
And then I, listening, bent my head.
This is his letter:˜I will give
A house and land while you shall live,
If, in return, from out your seven,
One child to me for aye is given."

I looked at John's old garments worn;
I thought of all that he had borne
Of poverty, and work, and care,
Which I, though willing, could not share;
I thought of seven young mouths to feed,
Of seven little children's need,
And then of this.

˜Come, John,said I,
We'll choose among them as they lie
Asleep. So, walking hand in hand,
Dear John and I surveyed our band:
First to the cradle lightly stepped,
Where Lilian, the baby, slept.
Softly the father stooped to lay
His rough hand down in a loving way,
When dream or whisper made her stir,
And huskily he said: ˜Not her!"

We stooped beside the trundle bed,
And one long ray of twilight shed
Athwart the boyish faces there,
In sleep so beautiful and fair;
I saw on James rough, red cheek
A tear undried. E'er John could speak,
He's but a baby, too," said I,
And kissed him as we hurried by.

Pale, patient, Robbie's angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering's trace.
˜No, for a thousand crowns, not him!"
He whispered, while our eyes were dim.
Poor Dick! bad Dick! our wayward son”
Turbulent, restless, idle one”
Could he be spared?
Nay, He who gave
Bade us befriend him to the grave;
Only a mother's heart could be
Patient enough for such as he;
˜And so," said John, ˜I would not dare
To take him from her bedside prayer."

Then stole we softly up above,
And knelt by Mary, child of love;
˜Perhaps for her ˜twould better be,"
I said to John. Quite silently
He lifted up a curl that lay
Across her cheek in a wilful way,
And shook his head: ˜Nay, love, not thee,
The while my heart beat audibly.

Only one more, our eldest lad,
Trusty and truthful, good and glad,
So like his father. ˜No, John, no!
I cannot, will not, let him go."

And so we wrote, in courteous way,
We could not give one child away;
And afterward toil lighter seemed,
Thinking of that of which we dreamed,
Happy in truth that not one face
Was missed from its accustomed place;
Thankful to work for all the seven,
Trusting the rest to One in heaven."

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Hugh Floyd 1663-1730 Elinor abt 1663

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