Upper Level: Peter Cloyes and Hannah Littlefield, second wife Sarah Towne, and third wife, Susanna Harrington

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Peter Cloyes and Hannah Littlefield, second wife Sarah Towne, and third wife, Susanna Harrington

Peter and Sarah Cloyes House as of 2018

Peter Cloyes (surname changed to Clayes after Salem Witch Trials)
Parents: John Cloyes and Abigail Mourning (first wife)

Born 27 May 1639 Wells, York, Maine
Married 1) Hannah Littlefield abt 1662
2) Sarah "Goody" Towne 1682 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America (married once before, she and her two sisters were accused of witchcraft during the Salem Witch Hunts)
In 1700, Peter was one of the signatories that established the town of Framingham. Showing their gratitude to Thomas Danforth, they named it after Thomas Danforth's home in England - Framlingham.
Witch Trials Weekly Video 13 about Sarah and the Proctors: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMJICcKXsEQ
The Framingham Beat (to save the house built on the foundation of the house that Peter and Sarah built) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8Ptc2BdS8A
The Sarah Clayes project:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iUzNb2IIT4
to see their house as of 2016: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=juXbSUOsqsg
to see their house as of 2017:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAwtNi1mPgU
Framingham Beat: update on house as of 2018: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8NNoHfj8BQ
3) Susanna Harrington 2 Jan 1704 Watertown, Middlesex, Massachusetts
Note: Susanna was married twice before; once to a Beers, and also to a Cutting
Died 18 Jul 1708 Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts
Sources
Marriage to Hannah: U.S. New England Marriages prior to 1700
Death: Massachusetts Town Death Records
Book: Haydn Samuel Cole and his ancestry, being a genealogical study and a reminiscent sketch by Haydn Samuel Cole, page 57, privately published 1935
Family Search
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Hannah Littlefield

Parents: Edmund Littlefield and Agnes Austin
Christened 10 August 1633 Titchfield, Hampshire, England
Note: she was a twin to Thomas
Died about 1680
Buried
Sources
Volume 67 page 348 Littlefields in Genealogical Research in England NEHGS. The New England Historical and Genealogical Register, Volume 67. Boston, NEHGS, 1913
Book: The Littlefield Family, page 110
Book: Haydn Samuel Cole and his ancestry, being a genealogical study and a reminiscent sketch by Haydn Samuel Cole, page 58-59, privately published 1935
Family Search
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CHILDREN with Hannah

From book: Genealogical memoir of the Cunnabell family, etc. page 13

Sarah Cloyes
Born about 1664 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America
Married John Cunnabell 13 March 1688 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts

Sarah and John's marriage record (his surname is spelled Caniball in record)

Children: Susannah, Samuel (1689), Elizabeth, Abigail, Deborah (1695), Hannah (1697)
Died after 1697 and before December 1700 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
Massachusetts Town Clerk Vital and Town Records
Marriage: New England Historical and Genealogical Register Volume 157 page 19
US Sons of the Revolutions applications
The Compendium of American Genealogy Vol 2
Book: Genealogical Memoir of the Cunnabel, Conable, or Connable family 1650-1886 John Cunnabel of London, England, and Boston, Massachusetts and his descendants by Edwards J Cunnabel and John B Newcomb, page 13 includes their marriage. John's information is extensive as it is his family line.
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Hannah Cloyes
Christened 5 Aug 1667 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America
Married Daniel Elliot 1687 Framingham, Salem, Massachusetts

From book: Haydn Samuel Cole (listed below) page 53

Children: Daniel, unnamed son, Ebenezer, John, James, Nathaniel, Jonathan, Peter
Died
Buried
Sources
Book: Haydn Samuel Cole and his ancestry, being a genealogical study and a reminiscent sketch by Haydn Samuel Cole, page 53 privately published 1935
Book: Genealogical Memoir of the Cunnabel, Conable, or Connable family 1650-1886 John Cunnabel of London, England, and Boston, Massachusetts and his descendants by Edwards J Cunnabel and John B Newcomb, page 13
Marriage: Book: New England Marriages prior to 1700 page 246
Family Search
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NOTE: Mary (see below) has been shown with TWO set of parents. In a book written in 1886 by a member of the family, she was the daughter of Peter and Hannah. In a more recent magazine, she is named as daughter of Thomas. My inclination is to wonder if there are 2 Mary's. Does anyone know? Both books claim Mary's second marriage was to Trumbull...and the 1886 book (See above snippet) didn't know Daniel's name.

Mary Cloyes
Born 6 May 1677 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America
Married 1) Daniel Waters 19 December 1704 Topsfield, Essex, Massachusetts
Note: her surname is spelled Cloys in the record
Children: Mary, Hannah, David, Jemima, Mary, Susannah, Abigail, Hannah, Jonathan, Sarah, Hulda
2) Joseph Trumbull
No Children
Died
Buried
Sources
Magazine: American Genealogist Vol 81 #3 pages 183-187 Article by John Bradley Arthaud: The Daniel and Mary (Cloyce) Waters Family of Topsfield, Massachusetts and Killingly, Connecticut (THIS IS THE ONE THAT CLAIMS SHE BELONGS TO THOMAS AND SUSANNA LEWIS)
Marriage: Massachusetts Marriages
Book: Genealogical Memoir of the Cunnabel, Conable, or Connable family 1650-1886 John Cunnabel of London, England, and Boston, Massachusetts and his descendants by Edwards J Cunnabel and John B Newcomb, page 13, published 1886 (THIS IS THE ONE THAT CLAIMS SHE IS THE DAUGHTER OF PETER AND HANNAH)
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THE FOLLOWING TWO CHILDREN WERE CHRISTENED

ON THE SAME DAY

Peter Cloyes
Christened 5 August 1677 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America
Married Mary Preston Salem, Essex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America

Peter and Mary's marriage record from Massachusetts Town Clerk and Vital Records

Children: Elizabeth, Mary, Martha, Abigail, Experience, Susanna, Rebecca, Peter, Josiah
Died 19 April 1733 Framingham, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts Birth and Christenings, FHL microfilm 874,031, 874,032, 874,033.
Marriage: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001 FHL microfilm 007009706
Book: Genealogical Memoir of the Cunnabel, Conable, or Connable family 1650-1886 John Cunnabel of London, England, and Boston, Massachusetts and his descendants by Edwards J Cunnabel and John B Newcomb, page 13
Book: A History of the Putnam Family Vol 1 (1891) by Eben Putnam, page 73
Note: this is Mary Preston's father and siblings and who they married, confirming that Peter Cloyes did marry Mary Preston, daughter of Thomas.
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Abigail Cloyes
Christening 5 August 1677 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America
Married William Waters 7 July 1696 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts
Children: Seward, Abigail
Died 12 September 1699 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts
Note: Died six days after Abigail was born. William remarried after her death to Rebecca Worthily
Buried
Sources
Christening and Death: Massachusetts Town and Vital Records for Salem
Book: Genealogical Memoir of the Cunnabel, Conable, or Connable family 1650-1886 John Cunnabel of London, England, and Boston, Massachusetts and his descendants by Edwards J Cunnabel and John B Newcomb, page 13
Family Search
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James Cloyes
Born 10 March 1678 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America
Note: spelled Cloyse in record
Married Mary Towne 13 Dec 1693 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: Esther, Susannah, Keziah, John, James, Mary, Hannah
Died 1717 Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
U.S. Sons of the American Revolution application
Massachusetts Births and Christenings
U.S. and International Marriage Records
Vital Records of Salem, Massachusetts
North American Family Histories
Book: Genealogical Memoir of the Cunnabel, Conable, or Connable family 1650-1886 John Cunnabel of London, England, and Boston, Massachusetts and his descendants by Edwards J Cunnabel and John B Newcomb, page 13
Family Search
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Second Wife

One of the accused - her sisters were actually hung

Sarah Towne
Parents: William Towne and Joanna Blessing
Note: her mother had been accused of witchcraft
Christened: 3 Sep 1648 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America

From Book: The descendants of William Towne
who came to America on/about 1630 and settled in Salem, Massachusetts

Married 1) Edward Bridges 11 Jan 1660 Topsfield, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America
Children: John, Edmund, Elizabeth, Benjamin, Mary, Hannah, Sarah, Caleb, Alice
2) Peter Cloyes after 1682 Framingham, Essex, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America
Note: With Peter's help, Sarah escaped the jail and fled west. According to local legend, they lived in caves after their escape.
Died 1703 Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
For Sarah's personal history: https://www.anamericanfamilyhistory.com/Towne%20Family/TowneSarahBridgesCloyes.html
For more about their home: http://www.framinghamhistory.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Sarah-Towne-Clayes-Cloyes.pdf
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/49981410/sarah-clayes
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CHILDREN with second wife, Sarah

Benoni Cloyes
Born 2 Sep 1683 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts

Benoni's christening record

Married?
Children?
Died?
Buried
Sources
Christening Record
Family Search
ancestry.com
Hepzibah Cloyes
Born 1685 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts
Married Ebenezer Harrington 3 Feb 1707 Framingham, Middlesex, Massachusetts

Hepzibah and Ebenezer marriage record

Children: Sarah, Rebecca, Thomas, Ebenezer, Joshua, Susanna, Hepzibah, Elias, Phineas

Died
Buried
Sources
Marriage: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001, FHL microfilm 007011193.
Harrington family In America. By Eugene W. Harrington. Buffalo, 1907, page 111
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/65470476/hephzibah-harrington
Her husband's will
Family Search
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Alice Cloyes
Born 1687 Massachusetts
Married
Children
Died
Buried
Sources
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."

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Peter Cloyes and Hannah Littlefield, second wife Sarah Towne, and third wife, Susanna Harrington

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