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Sunday, July 11, 2010

Ephraim Doane 1638-1700 Mercy Knowles 1640

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9th Ggrandfather

Ephraim Doane
Parents John Doane and Ann (unknown surname)
Born abt 1638 Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Married 1) Mercy Knowles 5 Feb 1667 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Note: her given name is spelled Marey in the town records
2) Mary Smalley
Made his will 7 December 1699
Died 19 April 1700 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Buried: Cove Burying Ground, Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Sources
Online Book: The Doane Family: 1. Deacon John Doane, of Plymouth, 2. Doctor John Done, of Maryland, and their descendants. With notes upon English families of the same name Alfred A. Doane, Salem, Massachusetts: Salem Press, 1902, page 33
Marriage: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records, 1626-2001 (see below)
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Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/34275191/ephraim-doane

Ephraim Doane and Marey Knowles marriage record

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9th Ggrandmother

Mercy (Marey) Knowles
Parents: Richard Knowles and Ruth Bowers
Born 11 December 1642 Plymouth, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Died 1692 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Buried Cove Burying Ground, Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Sources
Online Book: The Doane Family: 1. Deacon John Doane, of Plymouth, 2. Doctor John Done, of Maryland, and their descendants. With notes upon English families of the same name Alfred A. Doane, Salem, Massachusetts: Salem Press, 1902, page 33
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Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/54825899/mercy-doane

CHILDREN

Children listed in Massachusetts Town and Vital Records

Patience Doane
Born 28 Jan 1668 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Died 1675 (abt 6y)Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Buried: Cove Burying Ground, Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Sources
Massachusetts Births and Christenings
Online Book: The Doane Family: 1. Deacon John Doane, of Plymouth, 2. Doctor John Done, of Maryland, and their descendants. With notes upon English families of the same name Alfred A. Doane, Salem, Massachusetts: Salem Press, 1902, page 33
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Apphia Doane
Born 18 Jul 1670 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Died
Buried
Sources
Online Book: The Doane Family: 1. Deacon John Doane, of Plymouth, 2. Doctor John Done, of Maryland, and their descendants. With notes upon English families of the same name Alfred A. Doane, Salem, Massachusetts: Salem Press, 1902, page 33
New England Historical and Genealogical Register: The First Settlers of Eastham, Mass., Volume Info: 6, 7, Pages: 6:41-46, 167-170, 234-235, 7:279-280, 347-348, rep, Hamblen, David, January, April and July 1852, July and October 1853, Burgess Genealogical LibraryFamily Search
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8th GGrandfather

*Hezekiah Doane
Born Aug 1672 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Occupation(s): Surveyor 1691-92 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Whale Fishery: Provincetown, Massachusetts
Justice of Peace: 1710 Truro, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Deacon of his church: 1 Nov 1711
Married 1) Hannah Ruhama Snow about 1691
Children: Nehemiah, Mary, Ephraim, Elisha, Rachel, Apphia, Hannah, Hezekiah
2) Mary Smith (widow of Thomas Freeman) abt 1717
Children: Joseph
3) Sarah Knowles (widow) 1744
No Children
Died 23 June 1752 Wellfleet, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Buried
Sources
Online Book: The Doane Family: 1. Deacon John Doane, of Plymouth, 2. Doctor John Done, of Maryland, and their descendants. With notes upon English families of the same name, 3rd Edition, Alfred A. Doane, Salem, Massachusetts: Salem Press, 1902, pages 33, 57-59
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Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/57682930/hezekiah-doane

Thomas Doane Headstone

Thomas Doane
Born 4 Sep 1674 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Occupations: Whale Fishing, Blacksmith, Town Treasurer of Harwich
Married Patience Mulford 28 Feb 1701 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Children: Thomas, Elizabeth, Reuben, Abigail, Benjamin, Ruhamah, Anna
Died 8 May 1756 Chatham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Buried: Chatham Old Burial Ground
Sources
Online Book: The Doane Family: 1. Deacon John Doane, of Plymouth, 2. Doctor John Done, of Maryland, and their descendants. With notes upon English families of the same name Alfred A. Doane, Salem, Massachusetts: Salem Press, 1902, page 33, 59-61
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Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/43997698/thomas-doane
Ebenezer Doane
Born Apr 1676 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Occupation: Fisheries in Provincetown, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Married Lydia (unknown surname)
Children: Ebenezer, Thankful, James, Keziah, Levi, Lydia, Elizabeth, Mary
Died
Buried
Sources
Online Book: The Doane Family: 1. Deacon John Doane, of Plymouth, 2. Doctor John Done, of Maryland, and their descendants. With notes upon English families of the same name Alfred A. Doane, Salem, Massachusetts: Salem Press, 1902, page 33, 62
Family Search
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Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/57683142/ebenezer-doane
Nehemiah Doane
Born Aug 1680 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Died Feb 1684 (age 3y 4m) Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Sources
Online Book: The Doane Family: 1. Deacon John Doane, of Plymouth, 2. Doctor John Done, of Maryland, and their descendants. With notes upon English families of the same name Alfred A. Doane, Salem, Massachusetts: Salem Press, 1902, page 33
Family Search
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Patience Doane
Born 27 April 1682 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Married Joshua Cook 7 Feb 1706 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Patience and Joshua Cook Marriage record

Children: Martha, Josiah, Joshua, Mercy, Ebenezer, Ephraim, Ruhama (Roana), Simeon, Moses

Patience and Joshua's family in book,
Eastham and Orleans, Massachusetts Vital Records page 15
Note: anno domini means"in the year of our Lord"

Died 28 Sep 1746 Middletown, Middlesex, Connecticut,British Colonial America
Buried
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts Births and Christenings, 1639-1915
Marriage record: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, Vital and Town Records
Book: Facts and Fancies of Family History By Elizabeth Eunice Smith Marcy, Evanston, Illinois. 1911. page 108
Children: Book: Eastham and Orleans, Massachusetts Vital Records page 15
Online Book: The Doane Family: 1. Deacon John Doane, of Plymouth, 2. Doctor John Done, of Maryland, and their descendants. With notes upon English families of the same name Alfred A. Doane, Salem, Massachusetts: Salem Press, 1902, page 33
The New England Historical & Genealogical Register, 1847-2011, Vol 126 Page 82
Mayflower families through 5 Generations; Vol 6, Stephen Hopkins, John D. Austin, General Society of Mayflower Descendants; Plymouth, Massachusetts; 1992, Page number: entry 89, page 114
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Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/57682716/patience-cooke
Ruhama Doane
Born 30 Apr 1685 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Note: About 1704 she was living with family of David Melville in Eastham and in 1707 and 1708 she was employed at Samuel Cox's Inn, Boston
Married Richard Stephens 22 Sep 1726 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts,British Colonial America
Died
Buried
Sources
Online Book: The Doane Family: 1. Deacon John Doane, of Plymouth, 2. Doctor John Done, of Maryland, and their descendants. With notes upon English families of the same name Alfred A. Doane, Salem, Massachusetts: Salem Press, 1902, page 33
Family Search
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Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/57683524/ruhama-stephens

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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."

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Ephraim Doane 1638-1700 Mercy Knowles 1640

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