Upper Level: John Harriman 1782 Avis Grindle 1786

Monday, February 14, 2011

John Harriman 1782 Avis Grindle 1786

John's headstone

John Harriman

Parents Ezekiel Harriman and Mary Craig
Born 16 Aug 1782 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Married Avis Grindle 25 Jul 1806 Penobscot, Hancock, Maine
Died 30 Apr 1849 Stockton Springs, Waldo, Maine
Buried Mt Recluse Cemetery, Stockton Springs, Waldo, Maine
Sources
Birth: IGI Film 0011726 Batch C503731 dated 1763-1875
Marriage to Avis: IGI Film 0011752 Batch M503682 Dated 1732-1875 also Maine Marriages 1771-1907
1820 US Census
1830 US Census
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/50724392/john-harriman
Family Search
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Avis's headstone

Avis Grindle
Parents William Grindle and Eunice Howard
Born 12 Apr 1789 Sedgwick, Hancock, Maine

Died 1879
Buried Mt Recluse Cemetery, Stockton Springs, Waldo, Maine
Sources

Birth: IGI Film 027756 IT 3 Batch C503581 dated 1760-1800
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/50724382/avis-harriman
1850 US Census for Prospect, Waldo, Maine (age 62)

1860 US Census for Bucksport, Hancock, Maine page 88 (age 72)
1870 US Census for Maine (age 82, living with daughter Mary & family)
Family Search
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CHILDREN

Eunice's headstone

*Eunice Abigail Harriman

Born 2 Apr 1807 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Married Ebenezer Small 5 Jan 1827 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Children: Harriet, Otis, Rufus, Nancy, Abby, Luella
Died 1 Nov 1877 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Buried Hillside Cemetery, Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census for Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Family Search
ancestry.com
Old Hancock County Families by William M. Pierce page 83
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/65605692/eunice-abigail-small

Daniel Harriman
Born 20 Dec 1808 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Occupation: Carpenter and fisherman
Married 1) Joanna Farnham Soule 18 March 1846 Sagadahoc, Woolwich, Maine
Children: none
2) Martha J Brazier about 1860 in Maine
Children: none
Died 1886 Bath, Maine
Buried Maple Grove Cemetery, Bath, Sagadahoc, Woolwich, Maine
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/65827109/daniel-harriman
Sources
1850 US Census Bath, Lincoln, Maine (with first wife)
1860 US Census Westport, Lincoln, Maine (With second wife)
1870 US Census Westport Lincoln, Maine (with second wife)
1880 US Census Bath, Sagahadoc, Maine (alone)
Maine Marriages
Family Search
ancestry.com

Ezekiel Harriman
Born 27 Apr 1810 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Occupation: Sailor (1850)
Married Abigail Berry 26 Nov 1829 Prospect, Maine
Children: Mary, Rufus, Ezekiel, Sewell
Died
Buried
Sources
1850 US Census Prospect, Waldo, Maine
1860 US Census Stockton, Waldo, Maine
1870 US Census Stockton, Waldo, Maine
1880 US Census Stockton, Waldo, Maine
Family Search
ancestry.com

Otis and Mary's headstone

Captain Otis L Harriman
Born 14 Apr 1811 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Married Mary Harrison 4 July 1839 Prospect, Waldo, Maine
Children: Stephen T, Cyrus, Stephen F, Edward, Almira, Joseph, Martha, Ralph
Died 17 March 1884 Stockton Springs, Waldo, Maine
Buried Stockton Springs, Waldo, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census Prospect, Waldo, Maine
1860 US Census Stockton, Waldo, Maine
1870 US Census Stockton, Waldo, Maine
1880 US Census Stockton, Waldo, Maine
Maine Deaths and Burials Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/146051546/otis-l_-harriman
Family Search
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Captain Rufus P Harriman headstone

Captain Rufus Putman Harriman
Born 24 Dec 1812 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Married Caroline Grant 21 January 1836 Stockton Springs, Waldo, Maine
Children Ira, Leonard, Rufus, Wilson, Caroline, Percis
Died 8 Sep 1869 Cranberry Island (off the coast of Maine)
COD: drowned at Cranberry Island
Buried Sandy Point Cemetery, Waldo, Maine
Sources
1840 US Census Prospect, Waldo, Maine
1850 US Census Prospect, Waldo, Maine
1860 US Census Stockton, Waldo, Maine
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/106393948/rufus-p-harriman
Louisa Harriman
Born 12 Dec 1814 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

John Peter Harriman

Born 20 Jun 1818 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

Joseph's memorial - his body isn't there
because he was lost at sea

Captain Joseph Harriman

Born 20 Jun 1818 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Married Catherine Crooker 29 August 1842 Prospect, Waldo, Maine
Children: Hiram
Died: at sea - lost on passage from Boston to Honduras Oct. 1848
NOTE: His wife remarried to Albion Goodhue and they are buried in the same plot.
Sources
Maine Marriages
North America Family Histories Vol G (for Goodhue) page 172
Family Search
ancestry.com
Ira Harriman
Born 14 Sep 1820 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

Joseph and Ruby's headstone

Ruby S Harriman
Born 16 Oct 1822 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Married Joseph Folson Gross 11 October 1839 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Children: Ira, George
Died 28 May 1909 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Buried Granite Cemetery, Orland, Hancock, Maine
Sources
1860 US Census Orland, Hancock, Maine
1870 US Census Orland, Hancock, Maine
1880 US Census Orland, Hancock, Maine
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/55132654/ruby-s-gross

Mary Susan Harriman Carter Dow
death record

Mary Susan Harriman
Born 11 Jan 1824 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Married 1) John Carter 28 Dec 1847 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Note: Her husband John died in 1887
Children: Ruby, Harriet, John, Orrin P
2) Jonthan Dow 01 Mar 1891 Bluehill, Hancock, Maine
No Children
Died 13 February 1900 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Buried
Sources
Maine Birth and Christenings
Maine Marriages
1870 US Census Orland, Hancock, Maine (age 46, her mother, Avis, is with Mary and her first husband)
1880 US Census Orland Hancock, Maine (age 57, with first husband and son Orrin)
Death Record
Family Search
ancestry.com
Mercy Harriman (twin)
Born 4 Jul 1826 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Note: did not find this person at all except on the Kenneth Hacking tree in ancestry
Died: About 1827 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Nancy Harriman (twin)
Born 4 Jul 1826 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Note: did not find this person at all except on the Kenneth Hacking tree in ancestry
Death 1920
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

Sarah E Harriman Partridge death record

Sarah E. Harriman
Born 3 May 1827 Orland, Hancock, Maine

Married Sylvester E Partridge 20 October 1850 Roxbury, Suffolk, Massachusetts

Children: Joseph, Frank, Harriet, John, Avis, Edwin, Sylvester

Died 25 March 1901 Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts, USA

COD: Acute Bronchitis and Old Age

Burial: Mt. Hope Cemetery, Boston, Massachusetts

Note: it is 254 miles to the one in Maine

Sources
1865 Roxbury, Norfolk, Massachusetts
1870 US Census Dorchester, Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts (age 42)
1880 US Census Boston, Suffolk, Massachusetts (age 53)
U.S. City Directory 1900, Boston Massachusetts
Massachusetts Marriages
Massachusetts Deaths and Burials
Death Record
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/204341186/sarah-e-partridge

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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."