Upper Level: Robert Emerson 1561-1620 Susanna Crabbe 1566-1626

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Robert Emerson 1561-1620 Susanna Crabbe 1566-1626

From: Genealogical and Family History of the State of Maine, Volume 1
By Henry Sweetser Burrage, Albert Roscoe Stubbs

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11th Ggrandparents

Robert Emerson
Parents Thomas Emerson and Joan Brasse

Christened 25 Oct 1561 Great Dunmow, Essex, England
Occupation: Currier

Married Susanna Crabb 24 Nov 1578 St Michaels, Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Note: Her surname is spelled Crabbe in the record
Buried 6 Jan 1620 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Sources

Birth and genealogy chart:

Genealogical and Family History of the State of Maine, Volume 1 By Henry Sweetser Burrage, Albert Roscoe Stubbs

Marriage: IGI Film 0991366 Batch M072172 dated 1561-1754
www.queenannswar.com/ Note: this link is dead as of 2020
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Susanna Crabb
Parents: John Crabb and Joan Porter

Born abt 1556

Died Nov 1626
Buried 20 Nov 1626 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Sources

Genealogical and Family History of the State of Maine, Volume 1 By Henry Sweetser Burrage, Albert Roscoe Stubbs

Burial: http://www.queenannswar.com/Note: this link is dead as of 2020

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CHILDREN

Alice Emerson
Christened 11 Nov 1579 Bishops Strotford, Herts, England

Note: her surname is spelled Emeson and her father's name abbreviated as Robt. in the record

Married: On Family Search they have J Fuller and ancestry.com hasThomas Broune

Children

Died

Buried
Sources
Genealogical and Family History of the State of Maine, Volume 1 By Henry Sweetser Burrage, Albert Roscoe Stubbs

http://www.queenannswar.com/ Note: this link is dead as of 2020

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Margaret Emerson
Christened 21 Feb 1582 Bishops Strotford, Herts, England
Married T Browne (of Southwark) abt 1605 England

Children

Died

Buried
Sources

Genealogical and Family History of the State of Maine, Volume 1 By Henry Sweetser Burrage, Albert Roscoe Stubbs

http://www.queenannswar.com/ Note: this link is dead as of 2020

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10th Ggrandparents
*Thomas Emerson
Christened 26 Jul 1584 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Married Elizabeth Brewster 1 Jul 1611 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England

Children: Robert, Benjamin, Ralph, James, Joseph, Elizabeth, John, Thomas, Nathaniel and Susan

Died 1666 Massachusetts

Sources
Genealogical and Family History of the State of Maine, Volume 1 By Henry Sweetser Burrage, Albert Roscoe Stubbs

http://www.queenannswar.com/ Note: dead link as of 2020

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Robert Emerson
Christened 12 Apr 1586 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Married Barbara Lowthorpe? 19 Jul 1638?

Children

Died

Buried

Sources

Genealogical and Family History of the State of Maine, Volume 1 By Henry Sweetser Burrage, Albert Roscoe Stubbs

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Anne Emerson
Christened abt 1587 England
Married J Rogers 1 Jul 1611 England

Children

Died

Buried

Sources

Genealogical and Family History of the State of Maine, Volume 1 By Henry Sweetser Burrage, Albert Roscoe Stubbs

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John Emerson
Christened abt 1588 England

Married

Children

Died

Buried

Sources

Genealogical and Family History of the State of Maine, Volume 1 By Henry Sweetser Burrage, Albert Roscoe Stubbs

Family Search

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1 comment:

Ilena May TomkinsonOctober 13, 2010 at 11:35 AM
This is Ilena again, I have parents of Robert Emerson as Thomas Emerson b 1535 or 1530, Great Dunmore, Essex, England. Mother Mrs. Joan Emerson b 1539 of Great Dunmore, Essex, Eng. And I have his parents as Ralph Emerson b abt 1498 of Dunmore, and Mrs Ralph Emerson b 1502 of Dunmore also. Resoures: England Ancestry of Thomas Emerson of Ipwich, Mass.
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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."

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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."