Upper Level: Samuel Willey Jr 1683-1754 Elizabeth Glazier abt 1704

Friday, May 21, 2010

Samuel Willey Jr 1683-1754 Elizabeth Glazier abt 1704

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6th Great Grandparents

Samuel Willey Jr
Parents: Samuel Willey and Mary Canney

Born 25 Feb 1703 Dover Township, Strafford, New Hampshire
Note: Name and father's name are spelled Samuell in the record.

Samuel's birth record indexed in 1906 - see the bottom for the date it was indexed by the doctor.
Also note: Until the 1750's the year did not start until March, so they recorded this as 1702, but it should be (according to current calendars, 1703)

Married Elizabeth Glazier about 1726 New Hampshire

Died 14 Jun 1744 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire

Buried: First Settlers Burial Ground, Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire

Sources
Birth: New Hampshire Birth Index

Book: History of Dover, New Hampshire, by John Scales, Vol I. 1923: page 267

Book: Genealogical Dictionary of the Early Settlers of New England by James Savage

Family Search

ancestry.com

Birth: IGI Film 1001054 Batch 7540095 (extracted from a statewide index for NH)
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/123168578/samuel-willey.

Elizabeth Glazier
Parents Stephen Glazier and Sarah Eveleth

Born abt 1704 New Hampshire

Died

Buried
Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

CHILDREN

(-H- 5th g grand aunts and uncles, except for his direct line)

Benjamin Willey

Born about 1727 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire, British Colonial America

Married Mary Durgin 10 May 1759 Durham, New Hampshire, British Colonial America

No Children found so far

Died after 1770

Buried
Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

Jonathan Willey

Born abut 1729

Married ?

Children

Died 1800 Concord, Merrimack, New Hampshire

Buried

Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

Mary Willey

Born 8 August 1731 New Hampshire

Married

Children

Died

Buried

Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

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5th G grandparents
William Willey

Born 19 Mar 1734 Brookfield, Carroll, New Hampshire
Married Mary Whitehouse abt 1757

Children: John, William, Josiah, Nathaniel, Stephen, Moses, Turner, Polly, Elizabeth, Charles, Betsy
Died 18 Mar 1823

Buried
Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com
Dover, NH vital records 1693-1838 and 1686-1850
Some Descendants of Allen Willey Compiled by Ken Willey (1998)

Elizabeth Willey

Born abt 1703
Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

Elizabeth Willey

Born 1736 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire

Married ?

Children

Died 1800

Buried

Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

Jeremiah Willey

Born 1737 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire

Married Unknown wife

Children: Jeremiah, Mary

Died 24 Nov 1815 Durham, Stafford, New Hampshire

Buried

Sources
1790 US Census

Note: Note: if this is him, there are three boys and two girls with parents

1800 US Census Durham, Stafford, New Hampshire

Note: if this is him, there are three boys and two girls with parents

1810 US Census Durham, Stafford, New Hampshire

Note: If this is him, there are 2 adults and 1 teenage girl

Death: New Hampshire Death and Burial Records

Family Search

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Andrew Willey

Born 1738 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire

Married ?

Children ?

Died after 12 August 1819 which is the date he enrolled for his pension as a vet of the Revolutionary army.

U.S. Pension roll of 1835 - when Andrew would have been 97 years old.
It shows his rank (dittoed from the previous page) as Private. The next column: annual allowance, the third Sum received so far, the fourth, the description of service (in this case N.H. Continental line), Date placed on pension roll, date of when pension commenced, and age at time it began

Buried

Sources
U.S. Pension roll of 1835

Family Search

ancestry.com

Stephen Willey

Born 1740 Dover, Stratford, New Hampshire

Married Comfort McCoy

Note: This marriage is listed on Family Search and has a source. However, I'm not convinced he married this woman at age 70. It needs more research. There are two children listed with similar names, but different birth/death dates. They are both listed as born in 1765 - now that would have been an ideal time for Stephen and Comfort to get married. If they were not married until 1809, Comfort would have been nearly 70 as well - beyond the age of a woman being able to give birth.

Children: not going to list either girl that is listed on Family Search

Died 1810 New Hampshire - I've also seen 1823 in Brookfield, New Hampshire - birthplace of their supposed daughter.

Buried

Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

Robert Willey (twin to Ezekiel)

Born 10 June 1742 Durham, New Hampshire

Married?

Children?

Died

Buried

Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

Ezekiel Willey (twin to Ezekiel)

Born 10 June 1742 Durham, New Hampshire

Married?

Children?

Died

Buried

Sources
Family Search

ancestry.com

Charles Willey

Born August 1745 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire

Military: American Revolutionary War

Note: Rank: Private according to the pension he received

Married Comfort Hilton

Children: none found

Died 21 January 1853 Almshouse, Nottingham, Rockingham, New Hampshire (age 107)

Note: I've seen August 1853 as a date, but given his probate record, which took place in February, August of 1853 is impossible.

Doctor's record of his death at the Alms House in New Hampshire Deaths and Burials

Death found in New England Historical and Genealogical Record

Part of Charles Probate - according to this letter, he and Comfort lived
with James Griffen and his wife. With that said, the death record the doctor turned in claims that Charles died in the Poor House and his widow, Comfort, lives with them.

Letter petitioning court to have the pension Charles was receiving
go to his widow, who is living with James Griffen and his wife.
The Court was satisfied that this was the case and ordered it to be so.
Though, this is odd since a doctor claimed he died at the poor house (alms house).

Comfort shows up in the 1860 US Compiled Census and Census Substitutes Index

Sources
1800 US Census Nottingham, Rockingham, New Hampshire

Note: conducted 4 Aug 1800.

1850 US Census Poor House, Nottingham, Rockingham, New Hampshire (age 104, names him Solider of the Revolution and a pauper, Comfort is with him in the Alms house)

U.S. New Hampshire Burial and Death Records Index (listing age of death as 108)

Death: New England Historical and Genealogical Record Vol 8 page 102

Death: New Hampshire Deaths and Burials

Probate: 16 February 1853

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."

Friday, May 21, 2010

Samuel Willey Jr 1683-1754 Elizabeth Glazier abt 1704

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