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Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Jonathan Elliot 1730 Hannah Wheeler 1733

Jonathan Elliot
Parents: Jonathan Elliot and Lydia Harwood
Birth: 1730 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts
Christening 20 Sep 1730 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Jonathan and sister Rebekah's christening

Married Hannah Wheeler 25 Apr 1749 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Marriage Record for Jonathan and Hannah

Sources
Marriage and Death: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
New England Families Genealogical and Memorial Volume 4 by Willard Richard Cutter, 1913 (mentioned as the father of Elizabeth)
Family Search
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Hannah Wheeler
Parents James Wheeler and Elizabeth West
Born 1 Aug 1733 Rehoboth, Bristol, Massachusetts
Died
Birth
Sources
Birth: IGI Film 0908952 Batch C500071 dated 1642-1875
Family Search
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CHILDREN

Revolutionary War Vet

Jonathan Elliot
Born 28 Feb 1750 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Jonathan Elliot's birth record

Military: Revolutionary War
Rank: Private in Captain March Chase's company and Colonel Jonathan Holman's regiment.
Marched 26 Sep 1777. Service to 26 Oct 1777 (30 days). Company marched from Sutton to Saratoga to reinforce Northern Army.
Married Sarah Chase 17 Oct 1771 Uxbridge, Worchester, Massachusetts

Jonathan Elliot Jr and Sarah Chase marriage record

Children: Lydia, Daniel, Lucy, Prudence, David, Jonathan, Sarah, Aaron, Levi, Simeon
Died 31 October 1813 Croyden, Sullivan, New Hampshire

Jonathan's death record

Buried East Village Cemetery, Croyden, Sullivan, New Hampshire
Sources
1790 US Census for Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts (5 males, 5 females)
1800 US Census
Birth: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
Marriage: IGI Film Batch I011648 (no film number was given)
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/130758692/jonathan-elliott
Sons of the American Revolution Membership Applications, 1889-1970
Note: There is more than one application on record - both descendants applied through Daniel, Jonathan's son
Family Search
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James Elliot
Born 17 Jul 1751 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

James Elliot birth record

Married Esther Buxton 9 May 1771 Providence, Rhode Island
Note: 2 Mar 1771 was marriage intention date announcement in Sutton, Massachusetts

James and Esther's marriage record

Children: Elizabeth
Death
Buried
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
Marriage: Family History Library, Salt Lake City, UT, Film # 0721190
Marriage: Rhode Island Town Marriages Index, 1639-1916
Genealogical and encyclopedic hist. Of the Wheeler family In America. By Albert Gallatins Wheeler. Boston. 1914. Vol 49 page 482
Family Search
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Elizabeth Elliot
Born 1 June 1753 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Elizabeth's birth record

Married Abel Chase 30 Nov 1768 Massachusetts

Elizabeth and Abel marriage record - no intention of marriage was recorded

Children: Lydia, Hannah, Abel, James, Ambrose, Thaddeus, Bradford, Isaac, Jonathan, Matilda, Thankful, William, Edith, Manchester
Died 2 Dec 1818 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts (at home of son, Ambrose)
Sources
Birth and Marriage: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
US and International Marriage records
Massachusetts Compiled Marriage records Family History Library, Salt Lake City, UT, Film # 0721190.
New England Families Genealogical and Memorial Volume 4 by Willard Richard Cutter, 1913, p 1834
Family Search
ancestry.com

Hannah's headstone
Note the incorrect age.

Hannah Elliot
Born 10 Sep 1755 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Hannah's birth record

Married John Shepard Dalrymple 16 Dec 1778 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Hannah and John's marriage record

Children: Hannah, John, Susanna, James, Jonathan
Death 4 Sep 1854 Vermont
Buried Sadawga Cemetery, Whitingham, Windham, Vermont
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
Marriage: IGI Batch I011648 (no film number given)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/130623095

John Elliot headstone

John Elliot
Born 17 Jan 1758 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

John Elliot birth record

Married Mehetable Sibley 15 May 1781 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts
Note: 12 Jan 1781 their intention to get married was announced, Grooms name has "Jun." added

John Elliot and Mehetable Sibley marriage record

Children: John, Mehitable, Freelove, Mercy, Ruth, Nathan
Death 14 October 1831 Croydon, Sullivan, New Hampshire
COD: Dropsy (old term for Edema - the inability for the heart to pump water out of the body/tissues)

John Elliot's death certificate

Buried East Village Cemetery, Croydon, Sullivan, New Hampshire
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
Marriage: IGI Batch I011648 (no film number given)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/130758944/john-elliott
Marriage: Family History Library, Salt Lake City, UT, Film # 0721190
Marriage: Massachusetts Complied Marriages
New Hampshire Death and Burial Records FHL Film Number 1001075
Family Search
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Mahitable E Littlefield headstone

Mehitabel Elliot
Born 17 Jan 1761 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Mehetabel Elliot's birth record

Married 1) John Weston Jr 17 Jan 1785 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts
Note: 19 Nov 1784 intention to marriage is announced in Grafton, Massachusetts
2) Josiah Littlefield
Children: Joel, Lydia, Azubah, Abigail, Cyrus
Died 29 December 1831 Ellisburg, Jefferson, New York
Buried Bigelow Cemetery, Jefferson, New York
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
Marriage: IGI Batch I011648 (no film number given)
North American Family History
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/64235605/mahitabel-littlefield

Thaddeus Elliot headstone

*Thaddeus Elliot
Born 22 Jan 1763 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Thaddeus Elliot birth record

Married Thankful Goldwaite 7 Feb 1784 Fletcher, Franklin, Vermont
Note: Thankful is listed as Mrs Thankful Goldwaith in the marriage intention record but simply as Thankful in the marriage record. The groom's name is spelled Thaddues in the record.
Children: Thaddeus, David, Thankful, Jonathan, Anna, Artemas, Hopestill
Died 22 Jun 1844 Fletcher, Franklin, Vermont
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
Marriage: IGI Batch I011648 (no film number given)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/20352828/thaddeus-elliott
Rebekah Elliot
Born 7 Apr 1765 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Rebekah Elliot birth record

Married James Hill Jr 3 May 1786 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts
Children: Amasa
Died 27 Aug 1849 Berkshire, Franklin, Vermont
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
Marriage: IGI Batch I011648 (no film number given)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Nathaniel Elliot
Born 18 May 1769 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Nathaniel Elliot birth record

Married Patience Goldthwaite about 1793
Children: Lydia, Daniel, Electa
Died October 1803 Croydon, New Hampshire
COD: Fever

Nathaniel's death record

Buried
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
Death Record
New Hampshire Wills and Probate (taken in 1804)
Note: lists the inventory to his estate
Family Search
ancestry.com
Patience Elliot
Born 2 Feb 1772 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Patience Elliot birth record

Died
Buried
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
Family Search
ancestry.com
Huldah Elliot
Born 2 Feb 1775 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Huldah Elliot birth record

Died 26 Jan 1852 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts
COD: Burned to Death

Huldah's death record - showing she burned to death

Buried
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
1850 US Census
Massachusetts Death Records
Genealogical and encyclopedic hist. Of the Wheeler family In America. By Albert Gallatins Wheeler. Boston. 1914 Vol 49 p 482
Family Search
ancestry.com
Peleg Elliot
Born 15 Feb 1777 Sutton, Worcester, Massachusetts

Peleg birth record

Died
Buried
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001
Genealogical and encyclopedic hist. Of the Wheeler family In America. By Albert Gallatins Wheeler. Boston. 1914 Vol 49 p 416
Family Search
ancestry.com

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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 19, 2010

Jonathan Elliot 1730 Hannah Wheeler 1733

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