Upper Level: Thomas Emerson 1584-1666 Elizabeth Brewster -1638

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Thomas Emerson 1584-1666 Elizabeth Brewster -1638

The house Thomas built

Thomas Emerson
Christened 26 Jul 1584 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Parents: Robert Emerson and Susanna Crabbe
Married Elizabeth Brewster 1 July 1611 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Occupation: The Emersons were leather sealers & Stampers by trade in England & in Massachusetts They came over from London in 1635 on the ship "Abigale"
Died 1 May 1666 Massachusetts
Will of Thomas Emerson: In the name of God amen. I Thomas Emerson of Howsham in the Parish of Cadney in the countie of Lincoln, yeoman, aged and weake in body. But of sound and pfect memorie praised be God for it doe make and constitute this my Last Will and Testament in Manner and Forme Following, VIX: Imp. I bequeath my soule into the hands of almighty God my Heavenly Maker and Redeemer, and my body decently to be buried in the Parish Church Yard of Cadney nere unto the place where my wife was buried. And of my wordly goods I thus dispose, Imprimis I give to Edward emerson My Sonne twentie pounds to be payd to him within three monthes after my decease. Item I give to my sonne Thomas Emerson twentie pounds to be likewise payed within three monthes after my decease. Item I give to my sonne Michael Emerson five pounds to be pay within five weeks after the demanding of the same. Item I give to my daughter Elizabeth Lilforth and his children four pound to be likewise payd within five weeks after the demanding of the same. Item I give to Robert Emerson my Sonne five pounds to be likewise payd within five weeks after the demanding of the same. Item I give to Isabell Grantham my daughter twentie shillings. Item I give to Isabell Grantham my daughter three shillings foure pence in the month to be payd out of my lands and tenements in Howsham for and dureing her naturall life, to begin at my decease. Item I give to Anne Wright my grandchild twentie shillings. All these several sumes I will that they be payd as formerly mentioned and also that they receive them with their own hands in Howsham and There give a discharge to my Executor. Excepting Elizabeth Lilfurd and her children, for whome I will that an aquitance from herself or from my sonne Michael or my sonne Robert shall be a discharge. Item my mind and will is that is any of my children here in England died before my decease that then the rest of my children shall divide that legacie amongst them. Item I give to all my grandhcildren not mentioned before twelve pence apeece. Item I give to the poore of the Parish of Cadney five shillings. All the rest of my goods and chattells undisposed I give to my sonne John Emerson whom I doe make my sole executor to discharge all my debts and legacies and funeral charges in witnesse whereof I have hereunto sett my hand and seal this twentieth day of May 1656. Information from; "History of Haverhill, Massachusetts" by George W. Chase, "The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury, Massachusetts" by David Hoyt, and "The Haverhill Emersons" Pt 2 by Charles Pope. Compiled by G. Lewis, January 2006.
Sources
http://www.queenannswar.com/
death: biographical sketches ancestry.com
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Marriage Record

Elizabeth Brewster
Born abt 1586
Parents: William Brewster and Mary Wentworth
Died 10 Aug 1638 Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search

CHILDREN

Robert Emerson and Ann Grant marriage record

Robert Emerson
Christened 24 May 1612 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Married 1) Elizabeth Graves 22 Oct 1635 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
2) Frances Pitkin 1636 England
3) Ann Grant 4 Nov 1658 Rowley, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Marriage to Elizabeth: England Marriages FHL microfilm 991,366
Marriage to Ann: Massachusetts Town and Vital Records, Family History Library, Salt Lake City, UT, Film # 0496782.
Family Search
Benjamin Emerson
Born 2 Oct 1614
Christened 20 Oct 1614 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Buried 27 Oct 1614 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Sources
Family Search
Ralph Emerson
Christened 19 Oct 1615 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Died 8 Jun 1626 England
Sources
Family Search
James Emerson
Christened 1617 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Married Lydia Smith abt 1642
Died 1664 Tangier, Morocco
Sources
Family Search
*Reverend Joseph Emerson
Christened 25 Jun 1620 St Michaels, Bishops Stortford, Herts, England

Joseph Emerson and Elizabeth Bulkley (written here as Buffly)

Occupation: Puritan Minister, the first minister in Mendon, Massachusetts, December 1, 1669
Married 1) Elizabeth Woodmansey abt 1646
Children: Joseph, James
2) Elizabeth Bulkley 7 Dec 1665 Concord, Middlesex, Massachusetts
Children: Lucy, Edward, Peter, Daniel, Ebeneezer
Died 3 Jan 1680 Concord, Middlesex, Massachusetts
Sources
http://www.queenannswar.com/
Occupation: biographical sketches ancestry.com
Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town records
Ancestral File
Elizabeth Emerson
Christened 14 Jun 1623 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Married John Fuller 15 Apr 1638 Ipswich, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: John, Thomas, Susan, Elizabeth, Joseph, Nathaniel, Sarah
Died 4 Jun 1666
Sources
Family Search
Reverend John Emerson
Christened 26 Feb 1625 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Married Ruth Symonds 1660 Salem, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: Ruth, Martha, Mary, Elizabeth, John, Dorothy, Samuel
Died 2 Dec 1700 Gloucester, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search
Nathaniel Emerson
Christened 18 Jul 1630 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Married 1) Sarah Gates abt 1653 Ipswich, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: Elizabeth, John, Nathaniel, Sarah, Joanna, Thomas
2) Lydia Thurlow abt 1690 Ipswich, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search
Susan Emerson
Christened 17 Mar 1632 Bishops Stortford, Herts, England
Married: Did not find one - may have remained single
Died 29 Dec 1712 Ipswich, Essex, Massachusetts
Note: have seen an early birthdate - about age 9
Sources
Family Search

3 comments:

Ilena May TomkinsonOctober 13, 2010 at 11:19 AM
I am Ilena May Burnham Tomkinson a direct decendant of Thomas & Elizabeth Brewster Emerson.
I have 2 other children for them. Thomas Emerson b. 1627 same place as others. and Sarah Emerson b 1634 Boston, Suffolk, Mass. died 12 Aug 1640. I also have a different death date for child Nathaniel Emerson as 29 Dec 1712 and you have this same date for Susan Emerson. My source of info.is from a book "Emerson Family" by Benjamin Kendall Emerson A5 pp 17, 47. This book is in the LDS Gen. Lib. Salt Lake City, Ut. Your site is the best I found for this family.
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Teddi14February 5, 2011 at 6:42 PM
I too am a direct descendent of Thomas and Elizabeth Brewester. They are my 9th great grand parents.

I have the same date as Ilena Tomkinson for Nathaniel along with picture of his headstone on my ancestry.com family tree. It is a spectacular stone with an etching of the coat of arms. There is a photo in the link below but the etching does not show up very well.

I too, do not have any record of any other children (Thomas & Sarah). On findagrave it shows two children with those names being children of Nathaniel. http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=emerson&GSfn=Nathaniel&GSbyrel=in&GSdy=1712&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&GRid=51694863&df=all&

Hope this helps.

Teddi
http://www.squidoo.com/sykes_family_history
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Teddi14February 5, 2011 at 6:44 PM
I see many of your sources are AF. Please visit my ancestry.com page on Thomas Emerson where I have many sources sited. Let me know if you can not get to it using this link:
http://trees.ancestry.com/tree/16902546/person/715415094
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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."