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Thursday, March 25, 2010

William Carr Fletcher 1749 Lydia Hardison 1760

H - 5 G Grandfather

William Carr Fletcher
Parents Samuel Fletcher and Mary Carr
Christened 16 Apr 1749 Biddeford, York, Maine, British Colonial America
Married Lydia Hardison 1771 Biddeford, York, Maine, British Colonial America
Note: William had a grant of land from De Gregoire and was mentioned with his son James in 1793. He was deeded two lots on the Union River in 1788. In 1804 he lost 26 acres by deed to Ephraim Pickard to satisfy a debt.
Died 25 Dec 1823 Amherst, Hancock, Maine
Buried
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Family Group Sheet listing the following sources:
History of Saco & Biddeford p. 238 (Note: I have downloaded this book but neither he nor his wife are mentioned, perhaps there is another book with the same name?)
Fletcher Genealogy p. 609 (It would be most helpful if someone will provide the author, because I can't find this)
D.A.R. Lineage (This one is verifiable)
Amherst, Hancock Maine Cemetery inscriptions
Link (active as of 21 June 2020): http://e-booksgen.com/N0174.html

H - 5th G Grandmother

Lydia Hardison
Parents Nathaniel Hardison and Charity Shorey???
Born 1753 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine, British Colonial America
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Link (active as of 21 June 2020): http://e-booksgen.com/N0174.html

CHILDREN

Mary (Polly) Fletcher
Birth 1771 Ellsworth, Hancock, Maine
Married Daniel Treworgy abt 1790 York county, Maine
Children: Betsy, Mary
Died 25 November 1860 Waltham, Hancock, Maine
Buried
Sources
Family Search (no sources are listed here)
ancestry.com
James Fletcher
Birth 1773 Ellsworth, Hancock, Maine
Married Lydia Treworgy 5 June 1794 Trenton, Hancock, Maine
Children: none found
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search (no sources are listed for the information on FS)
ancestry.com
Lydia Fletcher
Birth 1774 Ellsworth, Hancock, Maine
Married John Wentworth 16 January 1794 Trenton, Hancock, Maine
Note: he was his second wife
Children: Martha, William, Hannah, Mark, William, Lydia, Abigail, Hyrum
Died 29 Jan 1853 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine

Buried Oak Hill Cemetery, Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census Brewer, Penobscot, Maine (age 76 living with Bramhall family)
Maine Marriages
Book (online): The Wentworth Genealogy Vol 2 p 60-61 (Seen above)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/131221063/lydia-wentworth
Benjamin Fletcher
Birth 1776 Ellsworth, Hancock, Maine
Married Lydia Treworgy???? this is his brother's wife, so...
Children
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
William Carr Fletcher Jr
Birth 1778 Ellsworth, Hancock, Maine
Married Sarah Jellison abt 1804
Children: Warren, Charlotte, William, John, Charles, Eben
Died
Buried
Sources
1850 US Census Waltham, Hancock, Maine (age 72)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Joseph Hardison Fletcher
Birth 1780 Ellsworth, Hancock, Maine
Married 1) Anna Orcutt 1815 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Children: Zelotes
2) Prudence Morrison 1819
Children: Philander, Lovina, Harriet, Franklin, Mary
Died 1 Feb 1864 Amherst, Hancock, Maine
Buried
Sources
Marriage to Anna: Maine Marriages
1860 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine
Family Search
ancestry.com

Margaret's headstone

*Margaret Fletcher
Born 1 Mar 1784 Ellsworth, Hancock, Maine
Married Zelotes Grover 23 Apr 1803 Maine
Children: Mercia, Zelotes, Lucetta, Betsy, Nancy, Serenia
Died 17 Feb 1863 Amherst, Hancock, Maine
Buried Tannery Loop Cemetery (now Mt Rest Cemetery) Amherst, Hancock, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine
Maine, Faylene Hutton Cemetery Collection, ca. 1780-1990
AGBI Volume 55 page 335
Family Search
ancestry.com
Jane Hardison Fletcher
Birth 1785 Ellsworth, Hancock, Maine
Married Emerson Orcutt Jr 1802 Hancock, Maine
Children: Rosetta, Daniel, Mary Ann, Harriet, Emerson, Eben, Harvey, Elizabeth, Emily
Died 1865 Holden, Penobscot, Maine
Buried
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Eunice Fletcher
Birth 1788 Ellsworth, Hancock, Maine
Married Joseph Day 20 April 1805 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Children: Jesse, Emerson, William, Lucy, Joseph, Caroline, Elmina, Lydia, Herman
Died 1872
Buried
Sources
Marriage to Joseph: Maine Marriages 1771-1907
1850 US Census Clifton, Penobscot, Maine (age 62)
1860 US Census Clifton, Penobscot, Maine (age 72, in son-in-law, Luther Hays, household)
1870 US Census Clifton, Penobscot, Maine (age 82, widowed)
Family Search
ancestry.com

H - 4th g grandmother,
Orcutt line

Anna Fletcher
Born 7 Apr 1789 Mariaville, Hancock, Maine
Married Seth Orcutt abt 1804
Children: Elizabeth, Eliza, Adeline, Seth, Mary Ann, Elijah, William, John, Lucinda, Wilson, Hosea
Died 4 January 1871 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
COD: Paralysis
Buried Day Road Cemetery (now North Brewer Cemetery) Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census Brewer, Penobscot, Maine (age 60)
1860 US Census Eddington, Penobscot, Maine (age 72)
Death: J Gary Nicholls Cemetery Collection
Cause of Death: US Federal Census Mortality Schedules
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/198770607/anna-orcutt

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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, March 25, 2010

William Carr Fletcher 1749 Lydia Hardison 1760

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