Upper Level: Judge Robert Clements 1595-1658 Lydia Drummer 1602-1658

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Judge Robert Clements 1595-1658 Lydia Drummer 1602-1658

Note: Six generations from this couple you will find Samuel Langhorn Clemens - whom the world knows as Mark Twain

Judge Robert Clements
Born 1595 Leicester, England
Parents Richard Clements and Agnes Fellows
Married Lydia Drummer 1615 England
Died 29 Sep 1658 Haverhill, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Online Book: History of Haverhill, Massachusetts pages 48-49
Online Book: Essex Institute Historical Collections, Vol 67, 1911, Major General A.W. Greeley, U.S. Army pg 317-332
www.oakbaydesigns.com/Maine/2clement.htm
Lydia Drummer
Born 12 Mar 1602 Ansley, Warwick, England
Parents: Robert Drummer and unknown mother
Died After 11 Oct 1658 Massachusetts
Sources
Ancestral File

CHILDREN

Job Clements
Born 1615 England
Occupation: Tanner
Oath of fidelity(to England) 1639
Freeman 1647
First Constable in Haverhill
Moved to Dover, New Hampshire by 1654
Married 1) Margaret Dummer (cousin?) 25 Dec 1644 Haverhill, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: Susanna, John, Job, Mary
2) Lydia (unknown surname) 1657
3) Joanna Silsby (widow of Thomas Leighton) 15 Jul 1673
Died 4 Sep 1682 Dover, Stafford, New Hampshire
Note: His will was proven 9 Nov 1682
Sources
Online Book: page 322-323 of History of Essex by Major General A W Greeley, Vol 67, 1911
Book: The Pioneers of Maine and New Hampshire 1623-1660 by Charles H Pope, 1918, page 32-33
www.oakbaydesigns.com/Maine/2clement.htm
John Clements
Born 22 Oct 1620 England
Occupation: Farmer
Married Sarah Osgood 1 Jun 1648 Andover, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: Sarah, Lydia, Mary, Hannah, Rebecca
Died 21 Jul 1659 Atlantic Ocean, shipwreck
Note: There are two versions of his death. In one, after his death, his family 'returned' to England and in the second, there was a shipwreck and his wife and children were lost with him before they reached England (there is debate on which children died - why would they leave ten year old Sarah and baby Rebecca behind?) As far as his family returning to England? Sarah had no reason to return. Her extended family was already well established in America. The only two ships I've found that were leaving about that time were the Frances and the Adventure. The Frances was carrying ten passengers and it was her first voyage - though it doesn't say she wrecked.
Sources
Shipwreck: Book: Ancestors and Descendants of Robert Clements, Percival W Clement, p38
Ancestral File
www.oakbaydesigns.com/Maine/2clement.htm
Robert Clements
Born 1621 England
Occupation: Cooper (he made barrels) County Comissioner, Associate Judge of Haverhill
Was administrator of his brother, John's will in 1659
Married Elizabeth Fawn 3 Dec 1652 Haverhill, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: John, Abraham, Daniel, Hannah, Fawne, Nathaniel, Robert, Lydia, Mary, Mary, Jonathan
Died 17 Mar 1715 Massachusetts
Sources
Book: New England Families Vol 4 page 2221
Ancestral File
www.oakbaydesigns.com/Maine/2clement.htm
Abraham Clements
Born 1624 England
Married 1) Elizabeth (unknown surname)
2) Jayne Aylett
Abraham migrated to Killenacratt, Craven, Ireland
Died 5 Apr 1677 Ireland
Sources
Info on migration: Book: Pennsylvania Genealogical Magazine, 1985, page 13
Ancestral File
www.oakbaydesigns.com/Maine/2clement.htm
Daniel Clements
Born 1625 England
Married Elizabeth abt 1645
Died 1680 Rathkenny, Cavan, Ireland
Sources
Ancestral File
www.oakbaydesigns.com/Maine/2clement.htm
*Sarah Clements
Born 1626 England
Married 1) Abraham Morrill 10 Jun 1645 Haverhill, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: Isaac, Jacob, Sarah, Abraham, Moses, Aaron, Richard, Lydia, Hepzibah
2) Thomas Mudgett 8 Oct 1665 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: Mary, Temperance
Died: Aug 1694 Salisbury, Essex, New England
Sources
Ancestral File
Book: Old Salisbury Families by David Hoyt page 262
Lydia Clements
Born 1630 England
Note: I had information she had not come over with her parents, but if you will look at the notes at the end of the post, there is another opinion.
Married Moses Pingree 1644
Children: Sarah, Lydia, Lydia, Moses, Aaron, John, Thomas, Abigail, Mehitable
Died 16 Jan 1676 Ipswich, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Ancestral File
www.oakbaydesigns.com/Maine/2clement.htm
Mary Clements
Born 1637 England
Married John Osgood
Note: Living in Andover, at 45 years old, Mary was indicted for witchcraft in 1692. John, her husband wrote petitions 12 Oct 1692 and 6 Dec 1692 to the courts on behalf of her and others. She was still alive in 1695
Sources
http://etext.virginia.edu/salem/witchcraft/texts/salemaccused.html
www.oakbaydesigns.com/Maine/2clement.htm
Mary's Declaration of her innocence and what happened to put her in that situation: Thomas Hutchinson , History of Massachusetts-Bay, Vol II, 31-32
Her husband's Petitions: Mass. Archives Vol. 135 No. 61 and No. 66
Her court case: The Salem Witchcraft Papers, Volume 3 : Verbatim Transcripts of the Legal Documents of the Salem Witchcraft Outbreak of 1692

3 comments:

K. Carlton MayfieldApril 3, 2012 at 2:59 AM
Nice to find your blog. I am a descendant of Robert Clements as well; in fact, of his daughter, Mary, and her husband John Osgood. We were aware of the Osgood lineage, but, the witchcraft element was newly discovered. Then the Clements side emerged, which was new to us, and the Samuel Clemens connection just topped it off. And lastly I find this blog, it's been a fun couple of days.

Thx for sharing,

K. Carlton Mayfield
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AnonymousJuly 20, 2012 at 9:47 AM
Hi just a little information on Lydia. Lydia did come over with the family it was Mary that stayed in England with family she was 5 years old at the time of departure, Mary came over 10 years later at the age of 15, a year after arriving in Haverhill she was married to John Osgood by her farther. This information came from the book (Ancestors and Descendents of Robert Clement by Percival Wood Clement a two volume set
Thomas Edward Clement (Decendent)
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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."