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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Daniel Small 1674 Abigail Snow 1673

The surname has been written several ways: Smalley, Smole, and Small for example.

Daniel Small

Daniel Small
Parents: Francis Small and Elizabeth Leighton
Born abt 1674 Kittery, York, Maine
Occupation: Carpenter, Whaler
Married Abigail Snow abt 1694 Truro, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Died: 1729 Truro, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Sources
Book: Descendants of Edward Small Vol 1 page 100
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findagrave had the following information: The American Genealogist page 137
"Abigail Snow Probable Wife of Daniel Small of Truro and Provincetown, Massachusetts"
By Steven Edward Sullivan, M.A.
Page 137

"In this article I will articulate the theories, arguments, and lines of evidence that collectively suggest the probability that Abigail Snow (born at Eastham, Massachusetts, on 14 October 1673, daughter of John and Mary (Smalley) Snow) [1] married Daniel Small, son of Francis Small (Edward) and his wife Elizabeth (__) of Sturgeon Creek, and Kittery, Maine, and of Truro, Cape Cod. .. If this hypothesis is correct, the many thousand descendants of Daniel Small could claim descent from Mayflower passenger Stephen Hopkins, whose daughter Constance (Hopkins) Snow was paternal grandmother of Abigail Snow.

"While the names of Daniel Small's children are revealed by deeds and baptismal records, the name of his wife (or wives) is entirely unknown. Lora A. W. Underhill concluded her sketch of Daniel Small by noting that 'the name of his wife does not appear in any existing records,' and in her discussion of Daniel's son Isaac she further observed that 'there is absolutely no trace of Daniel's wife, or wives.' My own investigation confirms that apparently no record now exists that identifies the name of Daniel Small's wife. Convention records and sources are lacking or woefully inadequate at best, and traditional methods and techniques of genealogical research fail to whisper even a clue as to her identity. A variety of less conventional records and sources and less traditional methods and techniques had to be utilized in order to construct this interesting, plausible, and provocative hypothesis.

Abigail Snow
Parents John Snow and Mary Smalley
Born 14 Oct 1673 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Died 14 July 1716 Truro, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts Births and Christenings AND Transcribed in Mayflower Descendant Magazine, volume 7, page 17
Mayflower Families Through Five Generations; Volume 6 (Stephen Hopkins), John D. Austin, General Society of Mayflower Descendants; Plymouth, Massachusetts; 1992, Page number: entry 11, page 20, child 3
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CHILDREN with Abigail

Anna Small
Born 25 Nov 1695 York, Massachusetts
Note: alternate name: Anna Arena Small
Married Henry Dyer 1715 Massachusetts
Children: Henry, Reuben, James, Lemuel, Ephraim, Anna, Abigail, Isaac
Died 17 June 1794 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine
Buried: unknown, probably Maine
Sources
Book: Descendants of Edward Small of New England Vol 1, pages 73-75
Death: US Newspaper Extractions from the Northeast; Columbian Centinel, 16 April 1794 issue
Marriage: U.S. and International Marriage Records, page 1, listing Massachusetts as place
SAR Application of George F. Hobson dated 20 Jan 1959
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Whaler

Isaac Small
Born abt 1696 York, Massachusetts
Occupation: Whaler
Married 1) Elizabeth Barnaby 28 Nov 1722 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine
Children: Mary, James, Ruth, Isaac
Note: Elizabeth is a Mayflower descendant
2) Susannah Smith (widow) 8 Dec 1743 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine
Children: Susannah
Note: Susanna was married to 1) George Whitford 31 Dec 1722 Cape Cod 2) James Mayo about 1734
Died 30 Oct 1765 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine
Buried
Sources
Book: Descendants of Edward Small of New England and the allied families with tracings of English ancestry Volume 1 page 157 and Volume 3 Appendices page 1683
Marriage to Elizabeth: Massachusetts Marriages, 1695-1910, FHL microfilm 907,353
Note: name spelled Isaack Smalley and hers Elizabeth Barnabe
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Whaler

Captain Daniel Small
Born abt 1697 York, Massachusetts
Occupation: Whaler
Married 1) Ruth (unknown surname, possibly Barnaby) 13 Sep 1741 Barnstable, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Children: Martha, Hannah, Daniel, Isaac, Jacob, Reuben, Jeremiah
2) Hannah Ross (widow) 22 May 1777 Lebanon-Goshen, New London, Connecticut, United States
Note: Hannah was previously married to 1) Bickford 2) Boyington
Died 1781 Lebanon, New London, Connecticut, USA
Buried
Sources
Marriage to Hannah: Book: Early Connecticut Marriages Book 5 Page 44
Note: his surname is given as Smalley in the book
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*Captain John Small
Born 19 Oct 1704 Provincetown, Barnstable, Massachusetts

Whaler

Occupation: Whaler
Married Hannah Barnaby 24 Feb 1727 Plymouth, Plymouth, Massachusetts
Children: Lydia, John, Hannah, Daniel, Isaac, Timothy, Jacob, Reuben, Jeremiah
Died after 1777
Buried
Sources
Massachusetts Marriages, 1695-1910
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Edward Small
Born abt 1706 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Massachusetts
Married: Abigail Barnaby abt 1730
Children: Abigail, Micah, Edward, Job, Edward, Edward, Thomas, Anna
Died 30 Oct 1765 Falmouth, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
Birth: AGBI Volume 160 page 487, Maine Vital Records
New England Historical and Genealogical Register Volume 8 page 222
Note: the register only names four of the children Abigail, Micah, Job, and Edward (the one born in 1736)
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Abigail Small
Born abt 1708 Truro, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Married Anthony Strout 2 Sep 1724 Provincetown, Barnstable, Massachusetts

Abigail and Anthony marriage record

Children: Deborah, Rebecca, Job, Daniel, Abigail, David, Anna, James
Dead 10 June 1774 Truro, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
Book: Descendants of Edward Small of New England page 191
Marriage: US and International Marriage Records and Massachusetts marriages
Picture of marriage record: Massachusetts Town and Vital Records
AGBI
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Elisha Small
Christening 25 Mar 1711 Truro, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Married 1) Bethia Atkins 25 November 1731 Provincetown, Massachusetts
Children: Nathaniel, Mary, Elisha
2) Lucy Rogers (widow of Nehemiah Soames) 6 Oct 1743 Boston, Massachusetts
Children: Hannah
Died about 1749
Buried
Sources
Book: Descendants of Edward Small Vol 1 page 192-193
Marriage to Lucy Massachusetts Marriages, 1695-1910, FHL microfilm 818,093
Family Search
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Benjamin Small
Christening 14 Jul 1716 Truro, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Married
Children
Died after 1729-30
Buried
Sources
Book: Descendants of Edward Small Vol 1 page 193
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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."

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Daniel Small 1674 Abigail Snow 1673

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