Upper Level: Captain John Fox 1640 Margaret Thomas 1641

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Captain John Fox 1640 Margaret Thomas 1641

I have found this line polluted by several inaccuracies and will add to the post when I find more reliable material. If you have such material, please comment so all can have the correct information. If I have made an error, by all means, let me know so I can fix it.

Merchant -Trader
Captain John Fox

Parents: John Fox and Elizabeth Convers

Born abt 1626 Buckingham, England
Occupation: 1650 Commanded The White Horse and Curry Comb - a merchant vessel trading to Virginia
Merchant/Trader in command of the "William and John" which sailed in April 1659 from England to Virginia.
From online source: http://archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com/th/read/JOHN/1999-08/0935036634

Note: link is no longer valid, but I leave it here because I used it as a source there is this information: "The founder of the Fox Family in America was Captain John Fox who commanded several trading vessels plying between England and Virginia. He was a member of the Fox Family of Great Missenden Parish in Bucks County, England, whose coat of arms appears on the memorial tablet to Henry Fox.
Married 1) Anne Vincent 16 October 1648 London, England
Note: Did not find evidence of this marriage, but the fact is, John was married twice. His first wife died in England. John's children and his second wife did not arrive in America until 1664-5
2) Margaret Thomas 2 Apr 1661 St. Dunstan, Stepney, London, England
Note: Her given name in the record is spelled Margrett

Book: Eight Generations of the Family of Henry Fox 1768-1848 and Sarah Harrell Fox 1772-1848 of South Carolina, Tennessee, Alabama, Mississippi, Vol. 1, Hattiesburg, Mississippi, 1975 written by William D. McClain, p 4

Died: 16 Apr 1682 Adner, Gloucester, Virginia at age 56
Sources
William and Mary Quarterly page 263
Immigration: Virginia Under the Commonwealth; William and Mary College Quarterly, Vol. 1, No. 4, Pp. 189-196
http://www.brumm.com/ Note: this link is inactive as of 3 May 2021
Marriage to Margaret: IGI Film 0578821 Batch M055762 dated 1640-1708

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Margaret Thomas

Born abt 1628 England
Note: Did not find her in the Stepney Parish and I'm beginning to doubt her birth year since she would have been in her 40's and just beginning to have children. She may have been significantly younger than her husband. The other possibility is that these children belong to Anne and John instead of Margaret and John.
Died abt 1680
Sources

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http://www.brumm.com/ Note: this link is inactive as of 3 May 2021

CHILDREN (with 1st wife, Anne)

*Henry Fox 1st

Born abt 1650
Married Anne West 1673 Virginia
Children: Henry, John, Thomas, Anne

Died 17 Nov 1714 King William, Virginia
Sources

Family Search

ancestry.com

http://www.brumm.com/ Note: this link is inactive as of 3 May 2021
John Fox
Born about 1652 England

Died -probably in Maryland
Sources

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ancestry.com

http://www.brumm.com/ Note: this link is inactive as of 3 May 2021
Jane Fox
Born abt 1654 England
Married Richard Johns abt 1674 Virginia
Children: William (there are more children, but there is a debate about who they actually are)
Sources

Family Search

ancestry.com

Johns Family History Association: http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=110881868947220 Note: link still active as of 3 May 2021
http://www.brumm.com/ Note: this link is inactive as of 3 May 2021

CHILDREN with 2nd wife, Margaret, whom he married 1661

Isabel Fox
Born abt 1662
Sources

http://www.brumm.com/ Note: this link is inactive as of 3 May 2021

Anne Fox
Born abt 1665 Virginia
Married Chillion White abt 1685

Children: Abraham, Chilion, Hannah, Richard, John, Hannah, William

Died
Sources

Family Search

ancestry.com

http://www.brumm.com/ Note: this link is inactive as of 3 May 2021

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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, March 27, 2011

Captain John Fox 1640 Margaret Thomas 1641

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