Upper Level: Mark Bigler abt 1705 Catherine abt 1712

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Mark Bigler abt 1705 Catherine abt 1712

Marcus (Mark) Bigler
Born 17 April 1705 Ingolsheim, Bas-Rhine, Alsace, France
Have also seen: Rhine River, Palatine, Germany - he was among a group of Palatines that were shipped to America. He took an oath of allegiance to Pennsylvania.
Immigration: Sailed on ship Brigantine Richard & Elizabeth from Rotterdam, arriving in British Colonial America 28 September 1733 in Philadelphia, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Mark Bigler Mennonite Record

Back of card

Occupation: Farmer
Married Mary Catherine Lease about 1733 in British Colonial America
Died 25 April 1787 Pipe Creek, Frederick, Maryland
Buried: 1787 Frederick Maryland
History:
MARK BIGLER, THE IMMIGRANT 1705 - 1787 by Norman Burns, 1960 with editorial comment in italics by Franklin K. Brough, 1981

Mark Bigler, our earliest known ancestor in America, came from somewhere along the Rhine River, according to the family tradition. He had three sons: Mark, Jr., forefather of the Presbyterian Biglers of Virginia; Jacob, forefather of the Mormon Biglers of Utah; and Israel, ancestor of the Baptist Biglers of Western Pennsylvania and the Church of Brethren Biglers of Ohio and Indiana. It is interesting to contemplate Biglers scattered from coast to coast, paying homage to the immigrant Mark Bigler. The relationship of the Utah, Ohio and Virginia Biglers was not known until Norman Burns, a descendant of Israel Bigler, made these discoveries and published them in his book, The Bigler Family, 1960.

Mark Bigler arrived at Philadelphia, September 28, 1733 on the Brigantine Richard and Elizabeth. Master Christopher Clymer in command, that sailed from Rotterdam. On ship documents was a list of Palatines (Rhinelanders) on board including Marcus Beegler, age 28. Another list of "Palatines imported in the Brign Richard and Elizabeth" and reported as having taken the oath of allegiance to the Province of Pennsylvania included Marx Bigler. No other Biglers were reported on this ship.

"Marx" Bigler listed among those who were aboard ship Richard and Elizabeth

Family tradition has it that three Bigler brothers came together to Pennsylvania from the old country. Many Biglers arrived in Pennsylvania in the decades 1733-53 none reported as arriving before 1733, but of these I have been able to trace relationships only between the brothers Mark and Michael Bigler. This relationship was discovered only through the accidental finding of Michael's will of September 21, 1763 at Frederick, Maryland: where he mentions his brother Mark.

Michael Bigler arrived in Philadelphia, May 30, 1741 on the Snow Francis and Ann from Rotterdam. He and Mark appear to have been close associates all all their lives, and his name has been carried on by some of Mark's children.

Mark Bigler made his last will on March 19, 1787, when he was near his journey's end. Soon thereafter, on April 25, 1787, his son, Israel appeared in the Frederick County court testifying that this document was the true will of his deceased father.

Mark Bigler voiced his devout spirit in the words of his will. "I, most Humbly bequeath my Soul to God my Maker Beseeching his most Gracious Acceptance of it." He showed a tender solicitude for the welfare, of his "dearly beloved wife Catherine in the requests to his son to "keep two Cows for his Mother winter and summer as his own are kept" and to his tenant to harvest her share of the grain and to "Carry it up Stairs for her".

His cherished "plantation ...containing two hundred and thirty five Acres (in) Pipe Crick hundred and Frederick County" was bequeathed, in accord with European tradition, to one son, Mark. Named in the will were his other nine children, each of whom received specified sums of money namely, Israel, Jacob, Catharine, Elizabeth, Salme , Phebe, Julianna, Hester and Barbary, and two granddaughters.
Sources
http://thebiglerfamily.com/mark-marx-bigler/ (this link is working as of 2018)
Book: Settlers of Maryland (consolidated edition) by Peter Wilson Coldham, published 2002, page 44 - see clip below

Brothers Mark and Michael acreage in Frederick County

Lancaster Pennsylvania Mennonite Records
"Eighteenth Century Emigrants from the Northern Alsace to America", pages 72-73, Picton Press, 1992 by Annette Kunselman Burgert, FGSP, FASG
Book: The Bigler family : descendants of Mark Bigler who immigrated to America in 1733
Family Search
ancestry.com
Mary Catherine Pulsipher
Note: Have seen surname Lease - have not seen proof of Lease as a surname.
However, Catherine Lease is the name of their firstborn son's wife - who is also a Mark, so I'm suspecting the surname Lease is likely incorrect.
Born abt 1712 Maryland
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

CHILDREN

Mark Bigler
Born Abt 1734 Bucks, Pennsylvania
Married Catherine Lease Abt 1780 Frederick, Maryland
Children: Mary, Mary Catherine, Jacob, Elizabeth, Mark, Susannah
Died 14 April 1826 Botetourt, Virginia

Buried
Sources
1820 US Census (3 males, 2 females)
His father's will
Family Search
ancestry.com
Elizabeth Bigler
Born 1735 Frederick, Maryland
Married Henry Eller abt 1750 Maryland
Children: Joseph, twins Mary and Ann, Rebecca, Jacob, Salome, Daniel, Ester, Mary, Peter
Died 4 September 1793 Frederick Maryland, Colonial America
Buried
Sources
Her father's will
Family Search
ancestry.com

Salme Bigler
Born abt 1739 Frederick, Maryland
Married Samuel Tomme about 1759 Maryland
Children ?
Died 15 November 1838 Frederick, Maryland
Buried
Sources
Her father's will
Family Search
ancestry.com
Phebe Bigler
Born 10 March 1741 Frederick, Maryland
Married Lazarus Fonderburge about 1760 Maryland
Children: Sarah, Saloma, Samuel, Phoebe, Sarah, John
Died 1782 Frederick, Maryland
Buried
Sources
Her father's will
Family Search
ancestry.com
Catherine Bigler
Born abt 1743 Frederick, Maryland
Married Henry Miller abt 1761 Pipe Creek, Frederick, Maryland
Children: Phoebe, David, Joseph, John, Catherine, Michael, John, Solomon, Jacob, Salome
Died about 1843
Buried
Sources
Her father's will
Family Search
ancestry.com
Hester Bigler
Born abt 1745 Frederick, Maryland
Married?
Children?
Died 29 September 1829 Frederick, Montgomery, Maryland
Buried
Sources
Her father's will
Family Search
ancestry.com

Israel's headstone

Israel Bigler
Born abt 1747
Married Catherine Garber about 1776 Maryland
Died 15 Dec 1838 Franklin, Washington, Pennsylvania
Buried Franklin Cemetery, Franklin, Washington, Pennsylvania
Sources
1800 US Census
1820 US Census
His father's will
Pennsylvania Probate Records, 1683-1994
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/12541359/israel-bigler

Julianna Bigler
Born abt 1750 Frederick, Maryland
Married Michael Roudebush about 1774
Children: Samuel, Rachel, Ester, Susan, Michael, Polly, Catherine, Jacob
Died 1811 Woodbury, Bedford, Pennsylvania
Buried
Sources
Her father's will - only known because he mentioned granddaughter Ester Randabush
Family Search
ancestry.com

Jacob Bigler memorial

*Jacob Bigler
Born abt 1752 Bristol Township, Pennsylvania

From Revolutionary War Rolls showing enrollment and
subsequent desertion 3 months later, HOWEVER, his name appears again on
the Company muster rolls of 22 May 1777 and 18 July 1777

Military: Revolutionary War
Note: Deserted after serving for three months
Married Hannah Booher 19 Mar 1779 West Virginia
Children: Sally, Hannah, Mark, Ruth, Nancy, Jacob, Henry, Bathsheba, Mariah, and Rebecca
Died 29 September 1829 Enterprise, Harrison, Virginia
Buried: On his farm in his apple orchard
Sources
1810 US Census Harrison County, Virginia
Book: The Bigler family : descendants of Mark Bigler who immigrated to America in 1733
A Muster Roll of the 6th Company of the German Regiment of Foot in the service of the US commanded by the Baron de Arendt
US and International Marriage records
American Genealogical Biographical Index (AGBI)
His father's will
Family Search
ancestry.com
Revolutionary War Rolls is a Private on the rolls as of 28 July 1776- Supposedly deserted 1 October 1776 however, his name appears again on the Company muster rolls of 22 May 1777 and 18 July 1777
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/89770804/jacob-bigler
Barbary (Barbara) Bigler
Born abt 1754 Frederick, Maryland
Married?
Children?
Died 29 Sep 1829 Franklin,Washington, Pennsylvania
Sources
Her father's will
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."

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Mark Bigler abt 1705 Catherine abt 1712

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