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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Edward Paine 1724-1784 Elizabeth Tiffany

I'm having issues with this line. If the birth dates are true with the parents, Edward was more than forty years her junior and Elizabeth was in her mid-40's (supposedly born in 1680)before she even began having children and wouldn't finish until she was in her 90's.

Edward Paine
Parents: William Paine and Elizabeth Sweetser
Born 18 Apr 1724 Foxboro, Massachusetts Bay, British America
Military: Revolutionary War

From book listed below

Married Elizabeth Tiffany 24 Jun 1746 Norton, Bristol, Massachusetts
Died 29 Jan 1784 Foxboro, Norfolk, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
Book: Paine Family Records: A Journal of Genealogical and Biographical ..., Volume 1 page 59
Book: The Prominent Families of the United States of America edited by Arthur M Burke page 237
Book: Lineage Book - National Society of the Daughters of the American Revolution Lineage Book, Volume 53 page 459 By Daughters of the American Revolution
Elizabeth Tiffany
Parents:
Born
Died
Buried
Sources
Book: Paine Family Records: A Journal of Genealogical and Biographical ..., Volume 1 page 59

CHILDREN

Rachel Paine
Born 1748 Foxboro, Massachusetts Bay, British America
Married 1) Gideon Grover 27 Nov 1770 Mansfield, Massachusetts

Marriage between Rachel and Gideon - from source listed below

Children: Fanny, Nancy
2) Jabez Grover 1780
Children: Calvin, Sally
Died 11 August 1813 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts

Death record of Rachel - also showing Jabez as her husband

Marriage record of Joseph and Mary

Children: Rhoda, Sally, Joseph, Mary, Nancy, Submit
Died 17 Mar 1787 Foxboro, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
Marriage Record Image: Vital Records of Massachusetts Mansfield Marriages pg 133
Book: Paine Family Records: A Journal of Genealogical and Biographical ..., Volume 1 page 59
Enoch Paine
Born 1752 Foxboro, Massachusetts Bay, British America
Married Thankful Morse 8 December 1779 Mansfield, Massachusetts

Enoch and Thankful's marriage record

Children: Amos, Elizabeth, Isaac, Lois, Esther
Died 9 Nov 1822 Foxboro, Norfolk, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
Marriage Record Image: Vital Records of Massachusetts Mansfield Marriages pg 133
Book: Paine Family Records: A Journal of Genealogical and Biographical ..., Volume 1 page 59
Pedigree: http://ipswichtrust.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/descendants-120308-arthur-payne.pdf
Zebediah Paine
Born 1755 Foxboro, Massachusetts Bay, British America
Married Sarah Richardson
Children: Melzer, Zebediah, Isaac, Sally, Esther, Olive, Milly, Polly
Died 1775 Westmoreland, New Hampshire
Buried
Sources
Book: Paine Family Records: A Journal of Genealogical and Biographical ..., Volume 1 page 60
Jesse Paine
Born 18 March 1759 Foxboro, Massachusetts Bay, British America
Military: Revolutionary War (Rank: Private). Enlisted under Captain Silas Cobbs, Colonel Danford Keyes 1777-1778, served under Captain Morse to guard the prisoners taken from Burgoyne. Was allowed a pension for nine months service.
Married Polly Robinson 19 May 1785 Foxboro, Massachusetts
Children: Earl, David, Polly, Joseph, Clarissa, Sophia, Robert, Marinda, Warren, Edward, Isaac, Cynthia
Died 13 December 1848 Chelsea, Vermont
Buried
Sources
Military: Index of the Rolls of Honor (ancestor's Index) in the Lineage ..., Volumes 37-38
By Daughters of the American Revolution
Book: Vital Records of Foxboro, Massachusetts page 173
Book: Paine Family Records: A Journal of Genealogical and Biographical ..., Volume 1 page 60

Edward's Headstone

Edward "Uncle Ned" Paine
Born 8 Apr 1761 Foxboro, Massachusetts, British America
Military: Revolutionary War
Married Abigail "Nabby" Smith
Children: Thaddeus, Enoch, Abigail, Edward, Lois, John, Ada, Roxana, Ichabod, David, Eliza, Olive
Died 26 Mar 1828 Leicester, Addison, Vermont
Buried Brookside Cemetery, Leicester, Addison, Vermont
Note: the broken stone was by Abigail and two of their children and is assumed to be Edwards.
Sources
Book: Paine Family Records: A Journal of Genealogical and Biographical ..., Volume 1 page 60
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=88456863

Joel Paine

Born 1762 Foxboro, Massachusetts Bay, British America
Married Azubah Williams 15 August 1782 Mansfield, Massachusetts

Marriage record of Joel and Azubah

Children: Peddy, Roxalina, Betsy, Polly, Nelson, Williams, Joel, Hosea
Died 23 January 1806 Mansfield, Massachusetts (age 44)

Joel's death information

Joel's headstone

Buried Old Town Cemetery, Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Sources
Marriage Record Image: Vital Records of Massachusetts Mansfield Marriages pg 133
Death Record Images: Vital Records of Massachusetts, Mansfield Deaths page 208-209
Book: Paine Family Records: A Journal of Genealogical and Biographical ..., Volume 1 page 59
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=21988420

Olive Paine
Born 1765 Foxboro, Massachusetts Bay, British America
Married 1) Amasa Grover 17 Nov 1785 Mansfield, Massachusetts

Children: Amasa, Willard, Preston, Nancy, Albion, Luther

Olive and Amasa marriage record

2) Jabez Grover (her deceased sister's husband) after 1813. Jabez died in 1828.
Died 11 Feb 1844 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts

Death record

Buried Old Town Cemetery, Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Sources
Death Record Image: Vital Records of Massachusetts, Mansfield Deaths pg 196
Marriage Record Image: Vital Records of Massachusetts Mansfield Marriages pg 133
Book: Paine Genealogy: Ipswich Branch by Albert Ware Paine, page 106
Book: Paine Family Records: A Journal of Genealogical and Biographical ..., Volume 1 page 59
Memorial: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=85992187
Jemima Paine
Born 1766 Foxboro, Massachusetts Bay, British America
Married Isaac Richardson 4 May 1786 Foxboro, Massachusetts
Children: Allen, Isaac, Nancy, Fanny
Died after 1804
Buried
Sources
Book: Vital Records of Foxboro, Massachusetts page 172
Book: Paine Family Records: A Journal of Genealogical and Biographical ..., Volume 1 page 59
Sally Paine
Born 1770 Foxboro, Massachusetts Bay, British America
Engaged:
Married Captain Simeon Grover 11 Oct 1798 Foxboro, Massachusetts

Died
Buried Old Town Cemetery, Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Sources
Engagement Record Image: Vital Records of Massachusetts Mansfield Marriages pg 134
Marriage Record Image: Vital Records of Massachusetts, Foxboro Marriages pg 163
Book: Paine Family Records: A Journal of Genealogical and Biographical ..., Volume 1 page 59
Memorial: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=127891826

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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, April 13, 2014

Edward Paine 1724-1784 Elizabeth Tiffany

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