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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Daniel Elliot 1662 Hannah Cloyes 1677

Daniel testified at Salem Witch trials

Daniel Elliot
Born abt 1665 Salem, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Parents: Daniel Elliot and Dorcas Pope
Note: his father is also the end of the line and I have so little information that I'll simply name him here until I have more.
Married Hannah Clayes abt 1686
Short history: Daniel was an early settler in Salem Village, Mass. [now known as Danver and located at Salem End]. He was at Sudburry or Marlboro, Mass. in 1687. In 1686 he married Hannah [Cloyes] Clayes in Framingham, Massachusetts.

"He took up a mill lot near H. 135 and in 1715, by the town's permission, resigned this to his sons Ebenezer and James, thence went a short distance up the stream and settled at the Pope farm, H. 132. Before March, 1720, he had removed to Sutton, and that year sold his home lot and half the mill to Richard Moore. Ebenezer and James remained but a short time and gave the place to Jonathan Provender (who had bought a fourth part of the mill), they thence removing to Sutton."

Concerning the infamous witch trials: (my clarifications are in red): Daniel Elliott was made famous by his testimony at the Salem Witch Trials in 1692. Daniel testified on behalf of his step-mother-in-law, Sarah Towne Bridges Cloyes (his wife's stepmother and widow of Edmond Bridges).

Translation: "the testimony of Daniel elet (Elliot) ages 27 years or thear abouts who testifieth & saith that I being at the hous of leutennant ingasone one the 28 of march in the year 1692 thear being preasent one of the afflicted persons which cryed out and saith thears goody procter (nickname for Elizabeth Proctor) William raiment juner being theare present told the garle beleaved she lyed for he saw nothing then goody ingerson told the garl she told aly (a lie) for thear was nothing: then the garl said she did it for sport they must have some sport" (P. 27 Essex County Archives, Salem - Witchcraft Vol. 1)

Sources
History: http://elliotgen.com/wp/geneology/getperson.php?personID=I9020&tree=elliottree
testimony: https://www.wikitree.com/photo/png/Elliot-1211
Family Search
ancestry.com

Hannah Cloyes
Born 5 Aug 1667 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Parents: Peter Cloyes and Hannah Littlefield
Note: her stepmother, Sarah Towne Bridges Cloyes, her father's second wife, and Sarah's sisters were all accused of witchcraft. Sarah escaped execution. The sisters (Rebecca Nurse and Mary Easty) were hanged . For further information about Sarah: https://www.thoughtco.com/sarah-cloyce-biography-3530328 There is also information about her sisters.
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

CHILDREN

Daniel Elliot
Born 17 Aug 1687 Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Daniel Elliot birth record - spelling is not standardized during the era

Married Sarah Provender 3 Feb 1708 Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts

Daniel and Sarah's marriage record - note the double dating. Standardized dates did not come into vogue until 1752. At this point in time, the year began in March, but I chose to leave it at 1708 because the clerk which re-recorded the event knew the calendar changed and years begin in January - which is why he double-dated it with 1707 and 1708.

Children: Hannah, Mary, Ebenezer, David, John, Benjamin, Lydia
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com
Unnamed Son Elliot
Born

26 April 1689

Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America

Died 16 July 1690 Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America
Sources
Book: The Settlers of Dutchess County, New York by Beekman Patent, New England Genealogical Society, 2016
Family Search
ancestry.com

Ebenezer Elliot

Born 3 Mar 1693 - Framingham, Worcester, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Ebenezer Elliot birth record - note that the z looks a bit like an s

Married Margaret Seger 15 October 1716 Oxford, Worcester, Massachusetts
Note: this date is when the intention to marry was announced, not the marriage itself

Ebenezer and Margaret's marriage intention record - note that her surname is misspelled

Children: Ebenezer, Experience, Margaret

Died - Family Search claims 1794, but that would make him 101 years old. Unlikely, though not impossible.

Buried

Sources

Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
Family Search

ancestry.com

John Elliot

Born 14 May 1695 Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

John Elliot birth record

Married Mariah Green 13 August 1713 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

John and Mariah's marriage record - note that the Reverend Dr. Increase Mather was the man that married them - ironic, since the Reverend was involved in the Salem Witch Trials.

Children: John, Bartholomew, Maria

Died 9 June 1727 Charlestown, Middlesex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America

John's death record

Buried

Sources

Birth, Marriage, and Death Records
Family Search
ancestry.com
James Elliot
Born 2 April 1697 Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts

James Elliot birth record

Married - never found one, may have died young
Died
Buried
Sources
Birth record
Family Search
ancestry.com
Nathaniel Elliot
Born 10 August 1699 Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts

Nathaniel Elliot birth record

Married Unknown - never found one
Died
Buried
Sources
Birth record
Family Search
ancestry.com
*Jonathan Elliot
Born 16 Aug 1701 Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts

Jonathan Elliot birth record

Married Lydia Harwood 25 Mar 1726 Sutton, Worchester, Massachusetts

Jonathan and Lydia Harwood marriage record

Children: Jonathan (only child - his mother died after he was born)
Died Mar 1795
Sources
Birth and Marriage Records
Family Search
ancestry.com
Peter Elliot
Born 25 November 1701 Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts

Peter Elliot birth record - note the surname is phonetically spelled

Married Unknown
Died
Buried
Sources
Birth Record
Family Search
ancestry.com

3 comments:

Mt AyrSeptember 18, 2019 at 10:41 AM
"He took up a mill lot near H. 135 and in 1715, by the town's permission, resigned this to his sons Ebenezer and James, thence went a short distance up the stream and settled at the Pope farm, H. 132. Before March, 1720, he had removed to Sutton, and that year sold his home lot and half the mill to Richard Moore. Ebenezer and James remained but a short time and gave the place to Jonathan Provender (who had bought a fourth part of the mill), they thence removing to Sutton." https://elwald.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/06/Daniel-Elliot-Salem-End-map-plus-Oxford-insert.jpg
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Resolute Genealogy - Dan ElliottJuly 15, 2021 at 6:40 PM
Hello.

I am interested in talking with you further regarding the Elliot/Elliott line.

I began my genealogical research shortly after my mother passed in 2012. I have uncovered and amassed quite a bit of information and scans of official documents, vital statistics, etc. regarding my lineage going back to Daniel Elliot, Sr. b. ~1640 in Scotland.

I have uploaded my tree to Ancestry.com and am CONSTANTLY updating and tweaking the dates and facts as I get more hard corroborative info, such as scans of original birth, marriage, military, etc. records.

I will be continuing with the international Ancestry.com plan to delve into the U.K. records for my Elliot line(father), as well as my Webber/Krohn line(mother) in Poland/Germany.

Getting back to the Elliots... Please contact me in hopes that we can pool our collective info to increase accuracy in dates and facts, especially if you are an Elliott/Elliot. You seem to have collected quite a bit of info/detail yourself.

Dan Elliott
elliottdanp @ Gmail.com
cell: 3 86-9 3 1-533 5

If I do not recognize the number, I let my voicemail answer on account of I'm tired of getting the scammed Robo calls from the IRS or to let me know my vehicle warranty is expired, or ..... You get the picture. :)
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UnknownOctober 26, 2021 at 10:14 AM
Would love to talk. Im a relative of daniel elliot/elet. Where did you get info on his parents. You say Daniel Elet and Dorcas Pope. My name is Shawna Elliott
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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

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Make moments count.
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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.
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and soon the two were wed.
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for she was my father's wife.
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although it brought me joy,
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of a bouncing baby boy.
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and so became my uncle though it made me very sad.
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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.
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she's my grandma too.
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then I am her grandchild.
and every time I think of it,
it simply makes me wild.
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As the husband of my grandmother,
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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."

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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.

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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."