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Friday, January 22, 2010

William Allen 1611-1686 Ann Goodale 1618-1678

William Allen
Parents: debatable

From North America Family Histories who copied it from Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury

Born 2 Mar 1611 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married 1) Ann Goodale 1638 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
2) Alice (widow of John Roper and of John Dickison) 1684 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Note: she died 1 April 1687

Died 18 Jun 1686 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts

William Allen's death record - there were several hand-written accounts

Sources
Family Search
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31
North American Family Histories from book entitled: Genealogy of the Wells Family and families related
Death: Massachusetts Town and Vital Records
Ann Goodale
Born Abt 1618 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Parents Richard Goodale and Dorothy (possibly surname of Whiterent)
Died 31 May 1678 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31

CHILDREN

Children of William Allen

*Abigail Allen
Born 4 Jan 1639 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married Henry Wheeler abt 1658
Children: Henry, Abigail, William, Moses, Ann, James, Josiah, Nathaniel, Jeremiah, Ruth, Benjamin, Mary
Died 1696 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31
Hannah Allen
Born 17 Jun 1642 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married Peter Ayer 1 Nov 1659 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: Ruth, Hannah, Abigail, Mary, Martha, Samuel, Rachel, Ebenezer
Died 22 Dec 1729 Haverhill, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31
Mary Allen
Born 29 Jul 1644 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married 1) George Hewes abt 1671
Children: William, Solomon
2) Thomas Hart 1680
Sources
Family Search
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31
Martha Allen
Born 1646 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married (Cornet)Richard Hubbard abt 1666
Children: Mary, John, infant, Dorothy, Joseph, Judith, Comfort, Jemima & Keziah (Twins), Richard, Eleazer
Died 4 Oct 1718
Sources
Ancestral File
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31
Captain John Allen
Born 9 Oct 1648 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married Mary Pike 30 Aug 1674 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Note: Mary was the widow of Jedediah Andros and therefore her surname in the record is Andros. John's surname in the record is spelled Allin
Children: Hopestill, Sarah, Hopestill, Mary, Hannah, Ann
Died 27 Feb 1696
Sources
Marriage: IGI Film 0845110 Batch M500411 dated 1850
Family Search
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31
William Allen
Born 2 Oct 1650 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married Mary Harris 5 Jul 1674 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: William, Stillson, Ann, William, Abigail, Judith, Dorothy, Mary, John
Died 10 May 1700
Sources
Family Search
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31
Benjamin Allen
Born 1652 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married 1) Rachel Squire 3 Sep 1686 (widow of Henry Wheeler)
Children with Rachel: Elizabeth, Benjamin, Squire, Jeremiah
2) Hopestill Leonard 13 Nov 1695 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Children with Hopestill: Rachel, Anna, Jemima, Joseph, Martha, John, Mary, David
Sources
Family Search
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31
Captain Joseph Allen
Born 13 Oct 1653 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Occupation: Blacksmith
Married Rose Heywood or Howard abt 1700 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: Joseph, Rachel, Thomas, John, Anne, Rose, Samuel, Zerubabel
Note: there was a will of a Joseph Allen in 1682 mentioning Bethia and children but it isn't this Joseph
Sources
Family Search
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31
Richard Allen
Born 8 Nov 1655 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married Elizabeth abt 1675
Served in King Philip's War, under Lieut. Benj. Swett, June, 1676.
Died 8 June 678 - left a verbal will. His estate was administered by his brother Joseph Oct 1678
Sources
Family Search
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31
Ruth Allen
Born 19 Feb 1657 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31
Jeremiah Allen
Born 17 Feb 1659 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married Ann Bradbury 1686 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Note: His name is spelled Jerimie Allin in record
Sources
Marriage: IGI Film 0845110 Batch M500411 dated 1850
Family Search
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury pg 31

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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."

Friday, January 22, 2010

William Allen 1611-1686 Ann Goodale 1618-1678

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