Upper Level: Seth Orcutt 1782-1864 Anna Fletcher 1789-1871

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Seth Orcutt 1782-1864 Anna Fletcher 1789-1871

H - 4th G Grandfather

Seth Orcutt
Parents: Emerson Orcutt and Ann Mansell
Born 17 Oct 1790 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Married Anna Fletcher About 1803
Died 18 Apr 1864 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Buried: Day Road Cemetery (now North Brewer Cemetery), Penobscot, Maine
Sources
Birth: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 10580 Batch C52156-1
1830 US Census Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
1840 US Census Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
1850 US Census Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
1860 US Census Eddington, Penobscot, Maine (age 77, living with daughter Lucinda and son-in-law Russel B Thompson family)
Family Search
ancestry.com
J. Gary Nichols Cemetery Collection
Memorial (no stone): https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/198770528/seth-orcutt

Death record from the J. Gary Nichols Cemetery Collection for both Seth and Anna

H - 4th G Grandmother

Anna Fletcher
Parents William Carr Fletcher and Lydia Jane Hardison
Born 4 Apr 1789 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Died 4 Jan 1871 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
COD: Paralysis
Burial: Day Road Cemetery (now North Brewer Cemetery), Penobscot, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
1860 US Census Eddington, Penobscot, Maine (age 72, with granddaughter and husband)
Death and Cause of Death: US Federal Census Mortality Schedules
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial (no stone): https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/198770607/anna-orcutt

CHILDREN

Elizabeth Orcutt Did not find this child
Born 4 Jun 1804 Maine
Died 23 Apr 1807
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Eliza Orcutt
Born 4 Jun 1805 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Married Samuel Debeck 23 Oct 1822 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Children: Leonard, Milton
Died 23 Apr 1827 Clifton, Penobscot, Maine
Buried Maple Grove Cemetery, Clifton, Penobscot, Maine
Sources
Birth and death dates: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 10580 Batch C52156-1
Family Search
ancestry.com
Adaline Orcutt
Born 12 Jun 1807 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Married Thomas Call Hanscom 25 May 1835 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Note: his surname is spelled Hanscomb in record
Children: Rebecca, Seth, unknown boy baby, Thomas
Died after 1850 (she was in census)
Buried
Sources
Birth: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 10580 Batch C52156-1
Marriage: IGI Film 0010580 Batch M521561 dated 1768-1885
1850 US Census Brewer, Penobscot, Maine (age 42)
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Seth and Lucy and children,
Ambrose and Lucy headstone.
Seth and Lucy had "Father" and "Mother"
stones as well.

Seth Orcutt (Jr)
Born 14 Mar 1809 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Occupation: Farmer
Married Lucy W Kenny 31 Mar 1832 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Note: The bride has no middle initial in the record
Children: Albert, Albion, Anna, Ambrose, Eudorus, Lucy, John, Reuben, Oris
Died 1888
Sources
Birth: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 10580 Batch C52156-1
1850 US Census (age 41)
1880 US Census page 501C (age 71)
Marriage: IGI Film 0010580 Batch M521561 dated 1768-1885
Online Book: The Town of Old Town (an account book) 1870-71 pages 4 & 7 tells how Seth was paid for work done on the road ($2.25) and as a sexton for "poor" expenditures ($4.00)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/80253973/seth-orcutt

H - 3rd G grandmother

*Mary Ann Orcutt
Born 4 Jul 1811 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
There are TWO Mary Ann's that married Isaiah Nickerson and they are double cousin's (their fathers were brothers, their mothers were sisters)
To add to the confusion, not only do they share a name, but their birth year. This has caused a lot of confusion for family history researchers.
THIS Mary Ann married her dead cousin's widowed husband, a couple of months after the other Mary Ann's death.
Married widower Isaiah Nickerson (Jr) 3 Jul 1843 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine and raised 5 of his 6 sons (one died)
Children: Henrietta, Miranda, Horace
Died Apr 1879 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Buried: Harts Corner Cemetery
Sources
Birth: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 10580 Batch C52156-1
Family Search
ancestry.com
Marriage: IGI Film 0010580 Batch M521561 dated 1768-1885
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/94058147/mary-ann-nickerson

Elijah Orcutt
Born 16 Jul 1814 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Married Lydia Pierce Dole 28 Feb 1835 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine

Marriage intentions are at the first (like an engagement announcement)
10 Jan 1835 , then it says the certificate was
granted on 28 Feb 1835 - presumably the day they got married

Children: Francis, Charles, Maria, Susan, Frederick, Albert
Died 29 Apr 1898 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts
Buried Silver Lake Cemetery, Athol, Worcester, Massachusetts
Sources
Birth: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 10580 Batch C52156-1
Marriage: IGI Film 0010580 Batch M521561 dated 1768-1885
Marriage Intention/date: Maine Vital Records, 1670-1921
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/139475986/elijah-orcutt

Picture of William Orcutt
from ancestry.com

William Orcutt
Born 7 Mar 1816 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Married Sarah Pierce Day 27 Dec 1848 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Note: The brides name has no middle initial on the record
Children: Adeline, Matilda, Rosaline
Died 1889 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Buried Frost Cemetery, Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Birth: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 10580 Batch C52156-1
Marriage: IGI Film 0010580 Batch M521561 dated 1768-1885
1850 US Census Brewer, Penobscot, Maine (age 34)
1860 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine (age 45)
1870 US Census Mariaville, Hancock, Maine (age 54)
1880 US Census Mariaville, Hancock, Maine (age 69)
Family Search
ancestry.com

William Orcutt's headstone: note the incorrect birth year.
The same thing happened to Sarah's (seen below)

Sarah's headstone

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/131372453/william-orcutt
His wife's headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/136136090/sarah-pierce-orcutt (Note: his wife was burned to death when her clothing caught on fire from "hoop sharings" used to kindle fire in sitting room stove.)

(John) Greene Orcutt
Born 21 Mar 1818 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Note: The birth record does not have the name John on it
Married Mary G Price 4 Sep 1845 Bedford, Bristol, Massachusetts
Children:
Died
Buried
Sources
Birth: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 10580 Batch C52156-1
Family Search
ancestry.com
Lucinda A. Orcutt
Born 4 Jan 1822 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Married: Russell B Thompson 20 Apr 1842 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine

Lucinda and Russell Thompson intention to marry (engagement) record 1 March 1842
and the day they got the certificate 20 April 1842

Children: Maria, Adelbert, Annie, Hattie, Edner, Sarah, George
Died 4 October 1888 Holden, Penobscot, Maine
Buried Hart Cemetery, Holden, Penobscot, Maine
Sources
Birth: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 10580 Batch C52156-1
Marriage: IGI Film 0010580 Batch M521561 dated 1768-1885
Family Search
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(Wilson) Nelson Orcutt
Born 17 Oct 1824 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Note: Birth record did not have the name Wilson on it
Died
Buried
Sources
Birth: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 10580 Batch C52156-1
Family Search
ancestry.com
Eliza Orcutt
Born 30 Mar 1826 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Note: Yes, there are TWO Eliza's. I do not know why they called her Eliza unless they already knew that her older sister was dying (she passed away less than a year later) and they wanted to honor her
Sources
Birth: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 10580 Batch C52156-1
Family Search
ancestry.com

Hosea and Harriet Orcutt's headstone

Hosea Rich Orcutt
Born 1 Apr 1829 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Married Harriet Ellis Houston 22 Dec 1853 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Note: Brides Surname spelled Heusten in record. There was also an IGI record incorrectly transcribed with a marriage date of 26 Oct 1833 (he would have been 5 years old)
Died 18 Oct 1903 Holden, Penobscot, Maine
Buried Tomb Cemetery, Holden, Penobscot, Maine
Sources
Birth: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900 Film 10580 Batch C52156-1
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/23023545/hosea-r-orcutt
Family Search
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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, March 10, 2010

Seth Orcutt 1782-1864 Anna Fletcher 1789-1871

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