Upper Level: Ezekiel Harriman 1757-1809 Mary Craige 1760-1830

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Ezekiel Harriman 1757-1809 Mary Craige 1760-1830

Ezekiel Harriman
Parents: Asahel Harriman and Susanna Bartlett
NOTE: The Harriman family had lived in Haverhill, Essex,

Ezekiel's headstone

Massachusetts, but the boundary was changed when the New Hampshire was established as a separate province from 1741 through 1762. This placed Harriman's in New Hampshire where Ezekiel was born. He removed to Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (known as Plantation #1) in 1766/7 with his parents and siblings . In 1781, Ezekiel, Peter, and Asa Harriman moved to Orland.
Born 23 Dec 1757 Orland, Hancock, Maine

Revolutionary War Vet

Military: Revolutionary
30 July 1779 - 22 October 1779
Rank: Corporal
Member of the following:
Colonel Josiah Brewer's Regiment
Ben Lovel's Brigade
Captain Ebenezer Buck's Militia Company.
Action: Veteran of the Penobscot Expedition and Storming of the Heights in Castine
Married Mary Craige 21 Nov 1781 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Died 26 April 1809 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Buried: Old Burying Ground (now Hilltop Cemetery), Orland, Hancock, Maine
Note: Block D Lot 3 Grave 2

Sources
Birth: IGI Film 0011726 Batch C503731 dated 1763-1875
Marriage: Maine Marriages, 1771-1907 FHL microfilm 11,726
Note: marriage also found on IGI Film 0011726 Batch M503732 dated 1781-1885
Book: Old Hancock County Families, William M. Pierce, 1933, page 82-83
Article: Town of Orland, The Earliest Settlers
Family Search
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Billion Graves
Military: Maine Veterans Cemetery Records
Maine, J. Gary Nichols Cemetery Collection
Magazine, Settlement of Orland, Harriman, Daniel of Orland, Maine, The Bangor Historical Magazine, Volume 1, July 1885-June 1886, Joseph W. Porter, editor and publisher, "Settlement of Orland" pages 54-55, written October 14, 1870, Archive, Google Book, http://books.google.com/books, Page number: Page 54
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/70347806/ezekiel-harriman

Mary (Polly) Craige

Mary's headstone

Parents Samuel Craig and Mary Conn
Born 29 Jul 1760 Winchendon, Worcester, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Note: In the birth record, her surname is spelled Crage
Died 21 Jun 1830 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Buried Old Burying Ground, (Now Hilltop Cemetery), Orland, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Birth: Maine Births and Christenings, 1739-1900 FHL microfilm 11,726
Note: birth information also found on IGI Film 0011726 Batch C503731 dated 1763-1875
Book: Old Hancock County Families, William M. Pierce, 1933, page 82
Family Search
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Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/70347366/mary-harriman

CHILDREN

John's headstone

*John Harriman
Born 16 Aug 1782 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Married Avis Grindle 25 Jul 1806 Penobscot, Hancock, Maine
Children: Eunice, Daniel, Ezekiel, Otis, Rufus, Louisa, John, Joseph, Ira, Ruby, Mary, Mercy, Nancy, Sarah
Died: 30 Apr 1849
Buried Mt Recluse Cemetery, Stockton Springs, Waldo, Maine
Sources
Birth: Maine Birth and Christenings 1739-1900, FHL microfilm 11,726 Note: birth information also found on IGI Film 0011726 Batch C503731 dated 1763-1875
Marriage to Avis: IGI Film 0011752 Batch M503682 Dated 1732-1875 also Maine Marriages 1771-1907 FHL microfilm 11,752
Book: Old Hancock County Families, William M. Pierce, 1933, page 82-83
Maine, Faylene Hutton Cemetery Collection, ca. 1780-1990
Family Search
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Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/50724392/john-harriman
Polly (Mary) Harriman
Born 15 Feb 1785 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Note: name is given as Polly in birth record
Married James Grindle 25 Mar 1804 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Note: her name is given as Polly in marriage record
Children: Joseph, Mary Ann, Betsy, Isaac, Ezekiel, Eunice, Enoch, James, Jane, William, Freeman, Joseph (according to the book listed below, there were 16 children)
Died 1885 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Buried
Sources
1850 US Census Orland, Hancock, Maine (age 66)
Note: her name is Mary Grindal in the record
1870 US Census Orland, Hancock, Maine (widowed, age 85, in son James' household)
Birth: IGI Film 0011726 Batch C503731 dated 1763-1875
Marriage: Maine Marriages 1771-1907 Film 11726 Batch M50373-2
Book: Old Hancock County Families, William M. Pierce, 1933, page 83
Family Search
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James Harriman
Born 26 Jun 1788 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Married Nancy Sanders 19 Nov 1809 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Note: James surname spelled Harrimon in marriage record
Children: Maryann, Sarah, Elias, Isaac, Abigail, Ezra, Matilda, Moses, Aaron, Drusilla, Elijah, Clarinda, Louvina, Nancy, James
Died 21 Oct 1867 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Buried
Sources
1810 US Census Orland, Hancock, Maine
1820 US Census Orland, Hancock, Maine
1850 US Census for Orland, Hancock, Maine (age 63)
Birth: IGI Film 0011726 Batch C503731 dated 1763-1875
Marriage: Maine Marriages 1771-1907 Film 11726 Batch M50373-2
Book: Old Hancock County Families, William M. Pierce, 1933, page 83
Family Search
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Family Tomb was erected in 1842 by Daniel and holds his family members. It is currently sealed up after being disturbed a number of years ago. Supposedly, someone took a skull from this tomb to school.

Daniel Harriman
Born 1 Mar 1790 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Married Deborah Steele 30 Apr 1815 Castine, Hancock, Maine
Note: 14 March 1815 is their marriage license date.
Children: Ann, Margaret, Charles, Deborah, Eleanor, Artemas, Eleska
Died 16 Dec 1877 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Buried Harriman Tomb, Orland, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Birth: IGI Film 0011726 Batch C503731 dated 1763-1875
Marriage: Maine Marriages 1771-1907 Film 11726 Batch M50373-2 and Film 10804 Batch M50642-2
Book: Old Hancock County Families, William M. Pierce, 1933, page 83
1850 US Census for Orland, Hancock, Maine (age 59)
1860 US Census for Orland, Hancock, Maine page 34 (age 70)
1870 US Census for Maine ( age 80, living with daughter Eleska's family)
Tomb: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/76599576/daniel-harriman
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Betsy Harriman
Born 12 Dec 1793 or 1797 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Note: the IGI showed 1793 as her birth year, Maine births/christenings showed 1797
Married Daniel Dorr 25 Dec 1809 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Note: The date 29 Oct 1809 is a Marriage License date called a 'publishment'
the 16 Nov 1809 date comes from a book (see below) with incorrect information.
Children: Daniel, Silas, Mary, Nancy, Elvira, John, Drusilla, Abigail, Sarah, Henry, Maria, Laura
Died 17 Feb 1850 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Buried in a private cemetery and only her stone (of six people buried) remained - no dates, just the "wife of Daniel" on her headstone. It was broken where her age would have been written.
Sources
Birth: IGI Film 0011726 Batch C503731 dated 1763-1875 AND Maine Births and Christenings, 1739-1900
Marriage: Maine Marriages 1771-1907 Film 11726 Batch M50373-2
Book: Old Hancock County Families, William M. Pierce, 1933, page 83
Burial: Maine, J. Gary Nichols Cemetery Collection
Family Search
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Nathaniel Harriman Headstone

Nathaniel Harriman
Born 6 May 1795 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Married Drusilla Saunders 29 Nov 1820 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Children: Luke, Caroline, Ambrose, Samuel, Drusilla, Elcy, Clarissa, Hudson, Joseph, Sarah, Mary
Died 23 May 1880 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Buried Back Ridge Cemetery, Orland, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Birth: IGI Film 0011726 Batch C503731 dated 1763-1875
1850 US Census for Orland, Hancock, Maine (age 55)
1860 US Census Orland, Hancock, Maine
1870 US Census Orland, Hancock, Maine
Book: Old Hancock County Families, William M. Pierce, 1933, page 83
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/75061006/nathaniel-harriman
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David Harriman's broken headstone

David Harriman
Born 10 May 1798 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Occupation: Millwright
Married Matilda Harriman about 1818 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Children: Harris, Francis, David, George, Clara, Nancy, Henry, Judith, Melvin, Matilda
Died 1 Oct 1889 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Buried Hillside Cemetery, Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Birth: IGI Film 0011726 Batch C503731 dated 1763-1875
Book: Old Hancock County Families, William M. Pierce, 1933, page 83
1830 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
1840 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
1850 US Census for Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 49 - was estimated on a wrong birth year)
1870 US Census for Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 72, living with son George)
1880 US Census for Bucksport, Hancock, Maine ( Widowed, age 82, living with son George)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/106345802/david-harriman
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Samuel Harriman (twin to Joseph)
Born 19 Nov 1800 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Note: there are several people that have Lee as his middle name. I have not found this to be true in any document. If you check, neither parent or his siblings have a middle name.
Married Marie Le Couffe 6 April 1838 Restigouche, New Brunswick, Canada

Samuel and Mary's marriage record - note their signatures.
Samuel did not sign with a middle name and the document does not give him one.

Children: Mary, Elizabeth, Manzie, Daniel, Melenia, Mary, George
Died 25 Feb 1878 New Richmond, Bonaventure, Quebec, Canada
Buried probably Canada
Sources
Birth: IGI Film 0011726 Batch C503731 dated 1763-1875
Book: Old Hancock County Families, William M. Pierce, 1933, page 83
Story: The Cochrane Legacy, A Sentimental Journey to the Gaspe by Lorraine Cochrane Mains, 1966
Family Search
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Joseph Harriman (twin to Samuel)
Born 19 Nov 1800 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Died 6 Oct 1803 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Birth: IGI Film 0011726 Batch C503731 dated 1763-1875
Book: Old Hancock County Families, William M. Pierce, 1933, page 83
Family Search
ancestry.com

1 comment:

UnknownFebruary 7, 2021 at 8:16 PM
I am a descendent of Ezekiel Harriman (Nathaniel). I am totally and completely in awe at this Harriman family compilation. Thank you most sincerely for this incredible effort. I now have a visit to Hancock County Maine on my agenda. Thank you again - Colleen (Campbell) Telander
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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."