Upper Level: Major Bryan Pendleton 1599-1680 Eleanor Price 1599-1688

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Major Bryan Pendleton 1599-1680 Eleanor Price 1599-1688

Major Bryan Pendleton
Born 1599 England
Parents: Edward Pendleton Jr and unknown mother
Note:the connection between father and son is still unproven
Occupation: Before the government of Maine was officially incorporated, Pendleton served as acting Governor of the territory. Brian first settled in Watertown, Litchfield County, Connecticut. He was made freeman in Watertown September 3, 1634 and was Deputy for six years to the General Court. He moved to Sudbury, Middlesex County, Massachusetts where he helped settle the town. He then removed to Ipswich, Essex County, Massachusetts and was a member of the famous artillery company of Boston. He later removed to Strawberry Bank, Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire about 1651 and was Deputy there for 5 years. Even later he removed to Winter Harbor, Saco, Hancock County, Maine where he purchased 200 acres of land. Finally he was summoned back to organize a court in Portsmouth where he died. He was a very prominent civil and military man holding many offices.
Married Eleanor Price 22 Apr 1619 England
Note: If this date is true, then their firstborn was a month premature
Died 1680 Winter Harbor, Maine
Sources
Book: Brian Pendleton and his descendants 1599-1910 compiled by Everett Hall Pendleton 1911
Title of Captain: History of Saco and Biddeford, Maine by George Folsom page 101
Title of Major: History of Saco and Biddeford, Maine by George Folsom page 109, 142
More about his life: same book pages 110, 165-167

Eleanor Price
Christened 22 Apr 1599 St Martins, Birmingham, Warwick, England
Parents: Richard Price and Elizabeth Cromwell
Died 1688 Maine
Sources
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CHILDREN

Nicholas Pendleton
Christened 4 Dec 1619 St Martin, Birmingham, Warwick, England
Note: His father's name is spelled Bryen in the record
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0097316 Batch P010721 dated 1555-1708
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Joseph Pendleton
Born abt 1624 England
Sources
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Captain James Pendleton
Born abt 1627 England
Married 1) Mary Palmer
Children: James, Mary, Hannah
2) Hannah Goodenow/Goodenough
Children: James, Bryan, Joseph, Edmund, Ann, Caleb, Sarah, Eleanor, Elizabeth, Dorothy, Patience
Died 29 Nov, 1709
Life notes: Admitted freeman at Watertown, Mass., 10 May 1648, (age 44)
21 Oct 1650, sold to George Parkhurst, "Same towne" five or six acres known as "crocked meadow" (Middlesex Co., Mass., Deeds, I, 17).
Moved to Sudbury, Mass., where he served on a coroner's jury in May, 1654.
Portsmouth: selectman, 1663 to 1668; town clerk, 1663 and 1664; commissioner 1667 to 1671
Captain of the Portsmouth milita 1666 until 1674, his last year in Portsmouth.
He owned property on the Great Island and continued in business after his father moved to Winter Harbor (Saco), Maine, in 1665.
1671, James disposes of Portsmouth property/vicinity and sold land and buildings at Portsmouth to Thomas Thatcher.
25 Jan 1688, bought 1,000 acres of land, Westerly, from Nathaniel Lynde including Watch Hill. He sold a small part of this land and the rest he willed to his sons, Joseph, Edmund, and Caleb.

HIS WILL
The will of James Pendleton, names second wife, Hannah, sons: Joseph, Edmund and Caleb, daughters Ann Borwn, Eleanor Pendleton and Dorothy Pendleton, "children by my present wife, Hannah," and daughters Mary and Hannah "had by my former wife."

No reference is made to his sons, James and Brian, named in their father's will in 1677, or to any heirs of these sons, so it appears they died without issue.

He moved to Stonington, Connecticut, being granted land, and also had some 700 acres of land given him by his father. Those 700 acres are in what is now Westerly, Rhode Island

James, a staunch Puritan, favored Connecticut over the more liberal Rhode Island, but he eventually lost that fight. He continued his business activities and was affluent enough to be referred to as "Esquire" and "Gentleman."

He was a selectman in both Stonington and Westerly, sold intoxicants, imported sugar from Barbados and had dealings with tobacco planters in Maryland. Dealing in liquor was not considered reprehensible in those days, and a man could engage in that business, as well as in politics, and still be a community leader and a pillar of the church.

About the time he moved to Stonington, the King Philip's War broke out, and Capt. James took part. He also may have participated in the great Narragansett fight. He was awarded land in Voluntown for his services during the war. He also obtained captive Indians whom he sold into slavery. Eventually, James obtained more property in Rhode Island, buying 1,000 acres at Watch Hill in Westerly. His Watch Hill home still stands.
Sources
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/31757205/james-pendleton
Book: Brian Pendleton and his descendants 1599-1910 (pg 28, 30-38) by Everett Hall Pendleton published in 1911
Caleb Pendleton
Born abt 1630 England
Married Judith (unknown surname) abt 1662
Children: Caleb Note: he died 1 Oct 1662
Died Before 9 Aug 1677 Westerly, Rhode Island
Sources
Book: Brian Pendleton and his descendants 1599-1910 (pg 28, 38-39) by Everett Hall Pendleton (1911)
*Mary Pendleton
Born abt 1635 Long Island, Cumberland, Massachusetts
Married Reverend Seth Fletcher abt 1655
Children: Pendleton
Died1675 Biddeford, York, Maine
Sources
Book: Brian Pendleton and his descendants 1599-1910 (pg 29) by Everett Hall Pendleton (1911)
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1 comment:

Temple Of Our Lady of the MoonOctober 5, 2010 at 3:58 PM
This is fantastic! Thank you so much for this. My paternal grandmother is a Pendleton who is mentioned in the book by Everette Pendleton Hall. Her name is Annie Florence Schultz (Pendleton) born 1908.
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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."