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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Enoch Blaisdel 1714- 1790 Mary Satterlee 1713-1806

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3rd cousin 9x's removed

French and Indian War
Revolutionary War Vet
Enoch Blaisdel
Parents Jonathan Blaisdel and Hannah Jameson

Born 9 Jul 1714 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Occupation: School Teacher

Military: French and Indian Wars, Revolutionary War

Married 6 Feb 1735 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Moved to Warner, New Hampshire about 1760
Died 12 Feb 1790 Sedgewick, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Online Book: Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester, Massachusetts Vol 2 pg 162
Online book: Old Families of Salisbury by David Hoyt page 65
Family Search

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Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/147005767/enoch-blaisdell
Mary (Polly) Satterlee (Slaterly)
Parents: Jacob Satterlee and Flower Norton

Born 21 May 1713 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Died 21 May 1806 Sedgewick, Hancock, Maine

Buried Unknown
Sources
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/147005846/mary-blaisdell

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CHILDREN

H: 4th cousins eight times removed

M - 4th cousins 3 times removed of 7th cousins six times removed

*Susanna Blaisdel

Note: she is a 4c8r but also married H's 1c8r
Born 4 Sep 1737 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Susanna's birth record

Married Tristram Quimby 27 Nov 1752 Kingston, Rockingham, New Hampshire

Susanna and Tristram's
marriage record

Children: Mary, Daniel, Eliphalet, Hanah, Susanna, Betty

Died 5 Mar 1765 Kingston, Rockingham, New Hampshire, British Colonial America

Susanna's death record

Buried
Sources
Online Book: Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester, Massachusetts Vol 2 pg 162
Family Search

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Elijah Blaisdel
Born 5 Sep 1739 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Elijah's birth record

Died 22 Jan 1740 Kittery, York, Maine, British Colonial America

Note: the record claims the year 1739, but he can't die before he's born and it wasn't until 1750's that the calendar changed and began in January instead of March.

Elijah's death record

Sources

Birth Record

Death Record

Online Book: Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester, Massachusetts Vol 2 pg 162
Family Search

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Served
Revolutionary
War
Elijah Blaisdel
Born 31 Dec 1740 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Elijah's birth record

Occupation: School Teacher

Military: French and Indian War, Revolutionary War
Married Mary Sargent 14 Mar 1759 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Children: Parrit, Daniel, Elijah
Elijah and his wife Mary renewed their covenant with the Amesbury Church in 1760

Died in the Revolutionary War

Buried Wells Cemetery, Canaan, Grafton, New Hampshire
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts Town and Birth Records

Online Book: Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester, Massachusetts Vol 2 pg 162

Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/146973417/elijah-blaisdell
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Judith Blaisdel
Born 17 May 1742 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Judith's birth record

Married Paschal "Pasky" Pressy 2 December 1762 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Children: James, Enoch, Moses, Elijah, Judith, Benjamin

Died 1784 Warner, Merrimack, New Hampshire

Buried
Sources
Online Book: Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester, Massachusetts Vol 2 pg 162
Family Search

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Betty Blaisdel
Born 6 Aug 1746 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Betty's birth record

Married Joshua Trussell 13 December 1764 Hampstead, Rockingham, New Hampshire

Betty and Joshua's marriage record

Children: Moses, Ruth, Joshua, Polly, Betsy, James, Jonathan, Enoch, Jacob, Jane, Daniel, David

Died 17 January 1818

Note: According to Joshua's probate records, his son Jacob agreed to be the administrator of Joshua's estate after Jacob's mother declined the position of administratix. Jacob was also appointed to be the guardian of his younger sister Jane until she "reached her majority" and the court appointed David Bickford of Sedgwick as guardian of Daniel Trussell, the youngest child of Joshua and Betty Trussell.

Buried

Sources
New Hampshire Marriage Records

Online Book: Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester, Massachusetts Vol 2 pg 162
Family Search

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Mary Blaisdel
Born 19 Jul 1751 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Mary's birth record

Married Ezekiel Osgood Jr 17 Dec 1774 Blue Hill, Hancock, Maine

Children: Isaac, Jacob, Dorcas, Susannah, Hannah, David, Jonathan, Ruhamah, Enoch, Mary, Ezekiel, Phoebe, Lois

Died 8 June 1832 Blue Hill, Hancock, Maine

Buried: Seaside Cemetery, Blue Hill, Hancock, Maine

Sources

Online Book: Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester, Massachusetts Vol 2 pg 162
Family Search

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Lieutenant Jacob Blaisdel

Born 8 Apr 1754 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Jacob's birth record

Revolutionary War Vet

Military History for Jacob

Married Ruth Morse 25 March 1778 New Hampshire

Children: Enoch, Jacob, Nabby, Polly, Ruth, Jonathan, Sallie, Elijah, Betsey

Died 25 April 1831 Guilford, Dearborn, Indiana

Buried 28 April 1831 Cambridge Cemetery, Dearborn, Indiana

Jacob's original headstone

New headstone for Jacob and Ruth

Jacob back of the original headstone

Sources

Birth Record

Military Record book

New Hampshire Marriage Records

Online Book: Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester, Massachusetts Vol 2 pg 162
Family Search

ancestry.com

Headstones: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/37431041/jacob-blasdel

Enoch Blaisdel

Born 16 Oct 1759 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Died 30 Oct 1759
Sources
Online Book: Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester, Massachusetts Vol 2 pg 162
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."

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Enoch Blaisdel 1714- 1790 Mary Satterlee 1713-1806

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