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Thursday, February 18, 2010

John Small 1704 Hannah Barnaby 1709

H- 6th GGrandfather
M - 4th Cousin 9 times
removed
John Small
Parents: Daniel Small and Abigail Snow

Born 19 Oct 1704 Truro, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Married Hannah Barnaby 24 Feb 1728 Provincetown, Barnstable, Massachusetts

Death after 1777

Burial
Sources

Massachusetts Complied Marriages: Family History Library, Salt Lake City, UT, Film # 0416330-0416336

U.S. and International Marriage records

U.S. Sons of the American Revolution Membership Applications filed by James Campbell Merrill Sr in Florida and approved 8 May 1953

Mayflower Births and Deaths Vol 1 & 2

Family Search

ancestry.com

Marriage record between John and Hannah

H- 6th Ggrandmother

Hannah Barnaby
Parents: Stephen Barnaby and Ruth Morton

Born 5 Dec 1709 Plymouth, Plymouth, Massachusetts

Birth record for Hannah and her siblings

Died After 1752

Buried
Sources

Birth Record: Massachusetts, Town Clerk Town and Vital Records

Family Search

ancestry.com

CHILDREN

Children of John and Hannah listed in
New England Historical and Genealogical Register Page 222
Note: David is Daniel - clerical error?

Note: The following people are H's 5th Great Grand aunts and uncles

and their children are first cousins 6 times removed

I am related to them as well: 5th cousins 8 times removed

Lydia Small
Born 26 Oct 1729 Provincetown, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Married 1) Samuel Horn 22 Apr 1751Falmouth, Massachusetts

Children: none

Lydia and Samuel's marriage record

2) Solomon Sawyer 17 May 1765 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine (note: did not find an official sourced record of this marriage)

Children: Ruth, Anna
Died

Buried
Sources

Mayflower Births and Deaths Vol 1 & 2 page 427

Marriage to Samuel: Maine Marriage Index and Maine Marriage Records

New England Historical and Genealogical Register

Family Search

ancestry.com

H -
5th G grandfather
*John Small (Jr)
Born 8 Oct 1731 Provincetown, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Married 1) Sarah Hopkins 9 Feb 1750 Falmouth, Cumberland, Massachusetts
Children: John, Samuel, Joseph

John and Sarah's original marriage record
Translation: John Smaley entered his name and purpose of marriage with
Sarah Hopkins both of Falmouth, February 9th 1850
Signed Pr Stephen Longfellow Town Clerk

2) Priscilla Strout 28 Oct 1757 Falmouth, Cumberland, Massachusetts

Children: Elisha, Ebenezer, Jonathan

John and Priscilla's original marriage record
Translation: John Smalley Jr entered his name and purpose of marriage with
Prsicilla Strout both of Falmouth, 28 Oct 1757
Signed Pr Stephen Longfellow Town Clerk

Died 1 June 1793 Cherryfield, Washington, Maine

Buried
Sources

Mayflower Births and Deaths Vol 1 & 2 page 427

Birth: New England Historical and Genealogical Register

Applications filed by James Campbell Merrill Sr in Florida and approved 8 May 1953

Marriage to Sarah: Maine Vital Records and U.S. and International Marriages

Note: His surname in records is given as Smalley for both of his marriages

Marriage to Priscilla: Maine Marriage Records

AGBI

Family Search

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Hannah Small
Born 26 Mar 1734 Provincetown, Barnstable, Massachusetts

Note: not to be confused with Hannah Small that married Ebenezer Sawyer because that Hannah had six children and died in 1826 and would have been too old to have minor children.

Died young

Buried
Sources

Birth: New England Historical and Genealogical Register, Massachusetts Town and Vital Records

Family Search

ancestry.com

Daniel Small (likely named after his paternal grandfather)
Born 19 May 1736 Provincetown, Barnstable, Massachusetts

Married Joanna Cobb 27 Jan 1763 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine
Children: Mercy, Joseph, Hannah, Mary, Ebenezer, Anna, Daniel, Lemuel
Died 23 Sep 1830 Wales, Androscoggin, Maine
Sources

Birth: Mayflower Births and Deaths Vol 1 & 2 page 427, Massachusetts Town and Vital Records, New England Historical and Genealogical Register

Maine Marriage Index

Family Search

ancestry.com

IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT DANIEL: I saw on Family Search in the Life Sketch section that he was supposedly captured by American Indians. The source cited was: Descendants of Edward Small Vol I, by Laura Woodbury Underhall who, in turn, cited the book, "Trouble with the Indians" by John Foster. This is what I discovered: The book "Trouble with Indians" was published in 1677 and THIS Daniel wasn't born until over 50 years later. In addition, the author, William Hubbard died in 1704 - decades before this Daniel Small was born. In addition, John Foster is the publisher, not the author. Therefore, I conclude, that this man was not the Daniel that was captured by Indians and held prisoner.

Isaac Small
Born 11 August 1740 Falmouth, Cumberland, Maine
Married Deborah (unknown surname) 1764 Truro, Barnstable, Massachusetts

Children: Isaac

Died at Sea

Buried
Sources

Family Search

ancestry.com

Timothy Small's headstone
Timothy Small
Born 16 May 1742 Falmouth, Cumberland, Maine
Married Mary Smith 25 Mar 1765 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine, United States

Children: Mary, Lydia, Timothy, Elizabeth, Eunice, Timothy, Timothy, William
Died 27 Feb 1818 Portland, Cumberland, Maine

Buried 1818 Eastern Cemetery, Portland, Cumberland, Maine
Sources

1790 US Census Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine (6 household members 2 males over 16, 1 under 16 and 3 females)

1800 US Census Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine (6 household members 1 males 10-15 1 male 16-25, 1 male 45 and 3 females - 1 under 10, 1 26-44 and 1 45 or older)

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/101709709/timothy-small

Family Search

ancestry.com

Captain Jacob Small
Born 4 Apr 1744 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine
Married 1) Sarah Mayo 13 Feb 1768 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine

Children: Sarah, Jacob, Clement
2) Sarah York 23 Dec 1788 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine

Children: Jacob, Sarah, Jeremiah
Died 18 March 1813 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine

Buried

Sources

Birth, Marriages, Death: Early Families of Limington, Maine by Robert Taylor as listed on

https://www.genealogy.com/forum/surnames/topics/small/1524/ (Link is active as of Jan 2021)

1810 US Census Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine

Family Search

ancestry.com

Reuben Small
Born abt 1746 Falmouth, Cumberland, Maine
Married 1) Huldah Lassell 21 Oct 1771 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine
Children: Jeremiah, Reuben, Daniel, John, Bartholomew
2) Sarah Patch 12 January 1800 Limington, York, Maine

Children: Phebe, Mary, Timothy, Daniel

Died: 18 May 1815 Limington, York, Maine

Buried
Sources

North America Family Histories

1810 US Census Limington, York, Maine

Family Search

ancestry.com

Rank: Private
Capt. Ebenezer Smith's Company
8th Massachusetts Regiment
Colonel Michael Jackson
Jeremiah shows on
muster roll of 1783 as
Balance of term of enlistment
unexpired
Jeremiah Small
Born 15 Apr 1750 Falmouth, Cumberland, Maine
Military: Revolutionary War Continental Troops

Married Jerusha Woodbury 19 Dec 1776 Cape Elizabeth, Cumberland, Maine
Children: Peter, John, Unnamed Baby, Jeremiah, Asa, Anne, Hannah
Died 8 July 1846 Westbrook, Maine

Buried Family Cemetery, near Highland Lake, Westbrook, Maine
Sources

U.S. Revolutionary War Rolls

Maine Revolutionary War Land Grants

Maine Revolutionary War Bounty Applications

To see more about the Bounty Land Warrants go to this link: https://www.familysearch.org/wiki/en/United_States_Military_Bounty_Land_Warrants

Robert Taylor Collection of Maine Family Bibles

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, February 18, 2010

John Small 1704 Hannah Barnaby 1709

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