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Sunday, July 18, 2010

Jan Aerse 1723 Rachel Bulyea 1726

Note: According to a patron on Family Search: the Dutch patronymic naming system gave him (Jan) the name of Willemszen (or son of Willemsen). However, church records call him Aert Aertse after his marriage and the name eventually became anglicized to Auser and Orser.

In this post, you will see several clips of original records.

Some use Dutch terms: the word gedoop = baptized, geboren = born, getrout = married.

The church where Jan and Rachel were married
which building is mentioned in Washington Irving's
"Legend of Sleepy Hollow"

- H -
5th great grandparents
Jan Aerse (Orser)
Parents Everet (Aert) Aertzen and Wyntje DeVoe

Christened 23 Apr 1723 Old Dutch Church of Sleepy Hollow, North Terrytown, Westchester, New York, British Colonial America

Jan's christening record - he and his parents
are the last on this list

Married Rachel Bulyea 13 Sep 1746 Old Dutch Church of Sleepy Hollow, North Terrytown, Westchester, New York, British Colonial America

Marriage record for Jan and Rachel.
Note her surname is spelled Bolye. See a handwritten
copy of the same information, but a different year, below.

Died 1782 Ossining, Westchester, New York

Buried

Sources
Christening: U.S. Dutch Reformed Church Records in selected states

Marriage and place born: Online: First Record Book of the Old Dutch Church of Sleepy Hollow page 165

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Someone's handwritten copy of the same U.S. Dutch Church Records
13 Sep 1745 in which established that they were both born and lived in the area.

Rachel Belyea (Bulyea)
Parents John Bulyea and Helena Willems

Born 13 Aug 1726 Philipsburg, Westchester, New York, British Colonial America
Died

Buried
Sources
Family Search

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CHILDREN

Lena Orser

Born abt 1748 Philipsburg, Westchester, New York, British Colonial America
Christened: 24 Aug 1748 Dutch Reformed Church, Tarrytown, New York

Lena's christening, showing her father, other relatives and though it
isn't showing, it was listed with several other children christened
24 August 1748.

Married David Sherwood 21 Oct 1764 North Tarrytown, New York, British Colonial America

Marriage Record for Lena and David
Note: both names are spelled differently than the more common ones
of Orser and Sherwood.

Children: Four sons, three daughters. I'm still looking for their names.

Note: I did not find names for any children in the Old Dutch Church Records for David or Lena.

Buried
Sources
Baptism: First Record Book of the Old Dutch Church of Sleepy Hollow page 87

Marriage: The Register of Marriages page 173 from the U.S. Dutch Reformed Church Records in select states.

1790 US Census (David is head of house) Mt. Pleasant, Westchester County, New York. There are 3 while free males over 16, including head of house, and 2 white free males under 16, 3 white females. This doesn't necessarily mean six of their seven children and themselves. The census doesn't give exact ages for anyone. So, while it does indicate David and a wife are alive, The children listed could be grandchildren. If David and Lena started having children in 1765, it would make their children ages 25 years and younger and that means there is a good possibility at least one child is living with them.

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Wyntje Orser
Born abt 1750 Philipsburg, Westchester, New York, British Colonial America
Baptized 19 Aug 1750 Dutch Reformed Church, Tarrytown, New York

Wyntje christening record

Note: Her name spelled Wyntye on record. Her father's surname spelled Aertse

Married?

Children?

Died
Buried
Sources
Baptism: First Record Book of the Old Dutch Church of Sleepy Hollow page 91

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Marjtie Orser
Born abt 1753 Philipsburg, Westchester, New York, British Colonial America
Baptized 4 Apr 1753 Dutch Reformed Church, Tarrytown, New York

Marjtie christening record

Married

Children

Died

Buried
Sources

Baptism: First Record Book of the Old Dutch Church of Sleepy Hollow page 94

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Everet Orser

Born abt 1755 Philipsburg, Westchester, New York, British Colonial America
Baptized 9 Sep 1755 Dutch Reformed Church, Tarrytown, New York

Evert christening record

Married

Children

Died

Buried
Sources

Baptism: First Record Book of the Old Dutch Church of Sleepy Hollow page 99

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Jan Orser
Born abt 1759 Phillipsburg, New York
Baptized 24 Apr 1759 Dutch Reformed Church, Tarrytown, New York

Jan's christening record

Married

Died

Buried
Sources

Baptism: First Record Book of the Old Dutch Church of Sleepy Hollow page 105

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- H -
4th great grandparents

*William Orser
Born March 1763 Ossining, Westchester, New York, British Colonial America
Christened 11 Sep 1763 Dutch Reformed Church, Tarrytown, New York, British Colonial America

William's christening/baptism
Note: his mother's name is given as Ragel

William was a United Empire Loyalist
(faithful to the English Crown)

Military: William served in the King's Dragoons, though how he did this when he would only have been thirteen years old during the Revolutionary War, is a mystery to me. Perhaps they meant his sentiment was with the Loyalists rather than actual service? I found on findagrave the information that as of 1783, he found himself unwelcome among the colonists and walked to Canada with others. So...it is still a mystery how he could have served. I have asked a much wiser genealogist (who is related to him) what she thinks. I'll give an update when/if she does.

Married 1) Mary Craig (widow of his brother-in-law, James Craig)abt 1790

Children: John, Phoebe, Lydia, Maria, William, Elizabeth
2) Mary Ann (Polly) Blake abt 1800 New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Stephen, George, Edward, John, George, Samuel

Plaque about William's settling the town of Hartland

Died 23 Dec 1844 Hartland, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Buried Orser Cemetery, Harland, New Brunswick, Canada

If you go to the findagrave site for this cemetery, it claims:
"The Orser's stone reads, "William Orser, Died December 23, 1844" and "Mary Blake-Craig-Orser, Second wife of William Orser, Died, 1856"."
Assuming they meant this William, one must wonder what stone they saw since this is the only stone that is available on the site.

Sources
Baptism: First Record Book of the Old Dutch Church of Sleepy Hollow page 114
His last will/testament: Provincial Archives of New Brunswick Vol 1 p 121-2 Microfilm L-174

History of Orser Cemetery: https://www.findagrave.com/cemetery/2460294/orser-cemetery
Proof he was in New Brunswick in 1783: Book: The Loyalists of New Brunswick, Lancelot Press, Hantsport, Nova Scotia, by Esther Clark Wright, 1981 page 316

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ancestry.com: https://www.ancestry.com/family-tree/person/tree/8435789/person/252172753489/hints

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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."

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Jan Aerse 1723 Rachel Bulyea 1726

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