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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Major Pendleton Fletcher Sr 1657-1699 Sarah Hill 1661-1726

Major Pendleton Fletcher Sr
Parents: Reverend Seth Fletcher and Mary Pendleton

Born abt 1660 Biddeford, York, Maine
Note: There are many birth dates given for him ranging from 1655-1666

Occupation: Constable of Saco 1681

Elected selectman 1685

Military: 1693 Lieutenant of company of soldiers stationed in a stone fort on the river bank of Saco Falls.

Married Sarah Hill 1680 Maine
Died 1697 (probably) Quebec, Canada
Note: He and two sons were captured by Indians and he died in captivity
Story from History of Saco and Biddeford: 7 Aug 1697 The capture of Lieut. Fletcher, and his two sons, took place the same year; of which Dr. Mather gives the following account. "Three soldiers of Saco Fort cutting some firewood on Cow island for the use of the fort, were by the Indians cut off; while that Lieut. Fletcher with his two sons, that should have guarded them, went a fowling ;and by doing so they likewise fell into the snare. The Indians carrying these three captives down the river in one of their canoes, Lieut. Larrabee, who was abroad with a scout, waylaid them, and firing; on the foremost of the canoes that had three men (Indians) in it, they all three fell and sank in the river of death ; several were killed aboard the other canoes ; and the rest ran their canoes ashore and escaped on the other side of the river; and one of the Fletchers, when all the Indians with him were killed,was delivered out of the hands which had made a prisoner of him , though his poor father afterwards died among them."
Sources

Book: Brian Pendleton and his descendants compiled by Everett Hall Pendleton, 1911

Book: History of Saco and Biddeford by George Folsom, 1830, p 137, 177-179, 195-196, 200, 206, 226
Military rank of Major: History of Saco and Biddeford by George Folsom p 142 "Mr. Pendleton, the associate from Saco, received the commission of Major of the forces in the County of York, as the Province was again styled"

Book: Colonial Families of the USA page 284

Genealogical Dictionary of the First Settlers of New England:James Savage:1860:Vol 2, Pg 419

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Sarah Hill
Parents Roger Hill and Mary Cross

Born 7 Apr 1661 Saco, Biddeford, Maine

Sarah's marriages according to US New England Marriages prior to 1700. Just for clarification, it is actually stating that William Priest married her after 24 Feb 1699/1700 but before October 1702 in Saco, Maine

NOTE: Pendleton left his housing and land at Cape Porpoise to her in his will, so she was not penniless. She administered his estate two years after his capture in 1700.

Married 2) William Priest between 24 Feb 1699 and Oct 1702 Saco, Biddeford, Maine

Note: In book: Colonial Families of the USA, it claims William was her first husband

3) Lieutenant Andrew Brown 23 Jan 1710 Wells, York, Maine

4) John Treworgy after 1723 (which is the death year for Andrew)
Died 1726 Arundel, York, Maine
Sources
Birth: Book: Volume 71 Early Vital Records of Saco and Biddeford Maine published by the New England Historical and Genealogical Register (Boston, Mass.: NEHGS, 1917)

Marriages: US New England Marriages prior to 1700

Book: History of Saco and Biddeford by George Folsom, 1830, page 167

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CHILDREN

Note: There are some children that were listed in Family Search back when it was called Ancestral File that could not possibly belong to this couple because their father was captured in 1697 and never seen again. The last possible year for children for this couple would be 1698 and that is only if Sarah was pregnant at the time he was captured.

Also, another source (?) claims there were only two sons and two daughters.

Author John Savage claimed they had 7 children before 1690

Mary Fletcher (never found her in an official record)
Born abt 1683 Biddeford,York, Maine
Married 1) Joseph Sawyer abt 1702 Maine (I have never found proof of this marriage or the next one, but it is doubtful because, in the marriage record, the Mary Sawyer that married John Gibson had a father named John Sawyer, thereby making both marriages/children irrelevant).

Children: unnamed boy, Mary
2) John Gibson 2 Sep 1706 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Child: John

Death

Burial
Sources

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8th ggrandfather
*Pendleton Fletcher Jr
Born abt 1685 Biddeford,York, Maine
Married Hannah Powell
Note: He escaped from the Indians that captured his father and brother. He was adopted by his maternal grandfather, Bryan Pendleton, after his father's death. On 25 May 1671, Brian, his grandfather, executed a trust deed to Joshua Moody and Richard Martin "For the entire affection I bear my grandson (now my adopted son) Pendleton Fletcher, I have granted unto him all my neck of land on which I now live (then called Winter Harbor which became Pendleton Neck and then Fletcher's Neck), as far as the mill, together with two islands (Wood and Gibbons Islands), etc.

Children: John, Joseph, Seth, Brian, Samuel, Pendleton

Died 1747 Arundel, Maine

Sources

Book: History of Saco and Biddeford by George Folsom, 1830, pg 166-167

Trust deed: York deeds 2 folio 97

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James Fletcher
Born abt 1687 Biddeford,York, Maine

Married: unknown since he was captured by Indians

Children: unknown since he was captured by Indians

Died

Buried
Sources

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History of Saco and Biddeford by George Folsom Note: I only put this as a source because it mentions that Pendleton and two sons were captured by the Indians. The second son is never named in the book, only the son that escaped.

Hannah Fletcher (never found her in any record)
Born abt 1689 Biddeford,York, Maine

Married

Children

Died

Buried
Sources

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Sarah Fletcher
Born: 1690 Biddeford,York, Maine
Married 1) Walter Millar 3 Dec 1708 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts

Marriage record of Walter and Sarah

2) Mathew Robinson of Winter Harbor 22 Jul 1716 Wells, York, Maine

Marriage record for Sarah and Matthew

No Children

Died 2 Dec 1773 Wells, York, Maine

Buried
Sources

Birth: AGBI

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Marriage mentioned: History of Saco and Biddeford by George Folsom p167

Marriage to Walter and Mathew: Maine Vital Records and Maine Marriages

Abigail Fletcher
Born abt 1693 Biddeford,York, Maine
Married Samuel Hatch (Jr) 22 Aug 1715 Wells, York, Maine

Abigail and Samuel marriage record

Children: Mary, Abigail, John, Dorcas, Sarah, Lazarus, Thomas

Died 1740 Wells, York, Maine

Buried 1740
Sources
Book: Massachusetts and Maine Families in the Ancestry of Walter Goodwin Davis, Vol 2, Gardner-Moses page 215

Genealogy of Mayflower Families Vol 3 page 530

Marriage mentioned: History of Saco and Biddeford by George Folsom, 1830, p167 also in Maine Marriages and Maine Vital Records

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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."

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Major Pendleton Fletcher Sr 1657-1699 Sarah Hill 1661-1726

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