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Sunday, February 7, 2010

William Nickerson Jr 1646-1719 Mercy Williams 1648-1739

William Nickerson Jr
Born abt 1642
Christened 1 Jun 1646 Yarmouth, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Parents: William Nickerson and Anne Busby
Married Mercy Williams 30 Nov 1668 Massachusetts
Died 1719 Chatham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Sources
Book: Historic Homes and Places and Genealogical and Personal Memoirs Vol 3 page 1105-1106

Mercy Williams
Born abt 1648 Yarmouth, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Parents: Thomas Williams and Elizabeth Tate
Died 7 Apr 1744 Chatham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Sources
Book: Historic Homes and Places and Genealogical and Personal Memoirs Vol 3 page 1105-1106

CHILDREN

*Lieutenant Thomas Nickerson
Born abt 1671 Harwich, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Occupations: Selectman 1711, Constable 1722, Lieutenant of the Militia Company, succeeded his father as town clerk of Chatham

About Lt. Thomas Nickerson From History of Chatham, Massachusetts page 229

More about Lieutenant Thomas Nickerson page 230

Married Mary Bangs abt 1690 Massachusetts
Children: Mercy, Ebenezer, Thomas, Jonathan, Edward, Nathaniel, Mary, Thankful, William
Died: by 3 August 1736 Chatham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Sources
Book: Historic Homes and Places and Genealogical and Personal Memoirs Vol 3 page 1106
History of Chatham page 229-230 by William Christopher Smith
Ensign William Nickerson
Born abt 1673 Chatham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Married 1) Deliverance Lumbert abt 1700 Barnstable, Massachusetts
Children: William, James, Joshua, Elizabeth, Mercy, Deliverance, Caleb, Nathaniel
2) Hannah or Anna Atwood 24 Oct 1717 Yarmouth, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Children: Anne, Deborah, Eldad

William - SECOND SON - from History of Chatham, Massachusetts page 230

Continued - William from History of Chatham, Massachusetts page 231

Sources
Book: Historic Homes and Places and Genealogical and Personal Memoirs Vol 3 page 1106
History of Chatham page 230-231 by William Christopher Smith
Mercy Nickerson
Born abt 1675 Chatham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Married 1) William Mitchell abt 1689 Barnstable, Massachusetts
Children: William
2) James Griffith
Sources
History of Chatham page 249 by William Christopher Smith mentions their only son, William
Family Search
Elizabeth Nickerson
Born abt 1677 Chatham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Married William Cahoon abt 1695 Chatham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Children: William, John, Mary, Elizabeth, James, Nathaniel, Mary
Sources
Family Search ( which is a huge mess)
Judith Nickerson
Born abt 1679 Chatham, Barnstable, Massachusetts

Judith and Nathaniel's family information part 1

Judith and Nathaniel's family information part 2

Judith and Nathaniel's information in History of Chatham page 215

Married Nathaniel Covell 5 Mar 1697 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Children: Jane, John, Nathaniel, Seth, Hannah, Simeon, Elizabeth
Sources
History of Chatham page 215 by William Christopher Smith
Nathaniel Nickerson
Born abt 1680 Chatham, Barnstable, Massachusetts

Part one of Nathaniel from book History of Chatham page 231

Part one of Nathaniel from book History of Chatham page 232

Married Katherine Stuart 13 May 1702 Yarmouth, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Children: Experience, Mercy, Nathaniel, Samuel, Shubal, Temperance
Died 20 May 1725 Monomoit, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Sources
History of Chatham page 231-232 by William Christopher Smith
Robert Nickerson
Born abt 1684 Chatham, Barnstable, Massachusetts

Robert Nickerson from book History of Chatham, Massachusetts page 232

Robert Nickerson from book History of Chatham, Massachusetts page 233

Robert and Rebecca's family listed in Book History of Chatham, Massachusetts page 233 in footnotes

Married Rebecca Jones 28 Mar 1707 Yarmouth, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Children: Robert, Mercy, Fear, James, Sylvanus, Elizabeth, Elknah, Rebecca
Died 6 Jan 1753 Chatham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Sources
History of Chatham page 232-233 by William Christopher Smith

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Edward Bangs 1591-1677 Rebecca Hobart 1611-1679

Captain Edward Bangs
Parents John Bangs and Jane Charis
Christened 28 Oct 1591 Panfield, Essex, Massachusetts
Migration: 1623 on the ship "Anne"
Occupation: Innkeeper, Shipwright
Married 1) Rebecca (unknown surname)
Note: In the book "Legends, Loves & Loyalties in old New England" by Caroline Leonard
Goodenough, it is mentioned that Rebecca probably died soon after arriving in
America, leaving the two first children (Rebecca and Sarah) motherless.
2) Lydia Hicks 6 September 1627 Plymouth, Massachusetts Bay, British Colonial America
3) Rebecca Hobart abt 1635 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts, British Colonial America
Died: Feb 1677 Massachusetts, Colonial America
ancestry.com
Sources
Dawes-Gates Ancestral Lines, B 12 F 12 Vol 2 p.60-67
Colonial Families. of America, Am 190 v.8.p.138,139
Americana, Am Pub F vol.26, p.545
Mayflower Descendants - Am Pub A v. 14 p.197, v.17, p.70
The Great Migration Begins, 1620-1633, Vol I, pages 86
Family Search
Rebecca Hobart
Parents Edmund Hobart and Margaret Dewey
Christened 29 Dec 1611 Hingham, Forehoe, Norfolk, England, United Kingdom
Died
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

CHILDREN

Rebecca Bangs
Born 1636 Plymouth, Plymouth, Massachusetts
Married Captain Jonathan Sparrow 26 Oct 1654 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Children: Rebecca, John, Sarah, Mary, Elizabeth, Lydia, Apphia, John
Died Before 19 Oct 1677
Buried Cove Burial Ground
Note: The monument was put up by their descendants in the late 1800's
Sources
IGI Film 0778357 Batch C502465 dated 1628-1858
Marriage: U.S. New England Marriages prior to 1700
U.S. and International Marriages
Book: New England: The Great Migration and the Great Migration Begins Vol 3 pages 1717-1718
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/15871833/rebecca-sparrow
Family Search
ancestry.com
Sarah Bangs
Born abt 1638 Plymouth, Plymouth, Massachusetts
Married Captain Thomas Howes Jr about 1656 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Children: Rebecca, Thomas, Jonathan, Sarah
Died 28 February 1682 Yarmouth, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Sources
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/51595342/sarah-howes
Family Search
ancestry.com

Jonathan Bangs headstone

*Captain Jonathan Bangs
Born 1640
Married Mary Mayo Jul 1664 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Children: Edward, Rebecca, Jonathan (died as a child), Mary, Jonathan, Hannah, Thamason, Samuel, Mercy, Elizabeth, Sarah, Lydia, Jonathan
Sources
Marriage: IGI Film 0907350 Batch M502462 dated 1637-1885
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/15177393/jonathan-bangs
New England Historical Genealogical Society Register July 2008
Family Search
ancestry.com
Lydia Bangs
Born 1643 Plymouth, Plymouth, Massachusetts
Married Benjamin Higgins 24 Nov 1661 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Children: Ichabod, Richard, John, Joshua, Lydia, Isaac, Rebecca, Samuel, Benjamin
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0778357 Batch C502465 dated 1628-1858
Marriage: IGI Film 0778357, 0905406 Batch M502465 dated 1654-1796
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/51595492/lydia-higgins
Family Search
Hannah Bangs
Born 1645 Plymouth, Plymouth, Massachusetts
Married John Doane Jr 30 Apr 1662
Children: John, Anne, Rebecca, Hannah, Isaac, Samuel, David
Died 19 Oct 1677
Buried
Sources
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/51595665/hannah-doane
Family Search
Lieutenant Joshua Bangs
Born abt 1647 Plymouth, Plymouth, Massachusetts
Married Hannah Scudder 1 Dec 1669 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Died 14 Jan 1710
Buried Cove Burying Ground
His will: Being in a weak and low condition, his wife, Hannah, he give "all his estate both real and personal during her natural life, including his house where he now lives in Eastham." To Anthony, his negro (Sambo), his freedom and forty pounds. He give to John Knowles, after his wife's decease "that his dwelling-house in which said Knowles now lives and all other out housing belonging to it, and land thereto adjoining, and his meadow near Black-fish creek in Eastham, containing 4 acres." "To Joseph Atwood, after my wife's decease, I give the house wherein I now live and the other housing thereto belonging and a house lot of 30 acres, and 3 parcels of meadow at Boat meadow in Eastham, and 2 lots of meadow or sedge found and all my rights to lands in Eastham." The rest of his estate after his wife's decease, he give to his sister Lydia Higgins one-eighth, and to his sister Apphia Atwood, one-eighth, and to the children and heirs of his deceased sister Rebecca Sparrow one-eighth, and to Hannah Doane's (his deceased sister's) children one-eighth, and his deceased sister Mercy Myrick's children one-eighth, and to Lydia, wife of Nicholas Snow, and her heirs one eighth. John Knowles and Joseph Atwood, sole Executors. Proved Feb. 7,1710.
Sources
Memorial and will: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/15872018/joshua-bangs
Family Search

Bethia's headstone

Bethia Bangs
Born 28 May 1650 Plymouth, Plymouth, Massachusetts
Married Reverend Gershom Hall about 1668 Massachusetts
Children: Samuel, Edward, Bethia, Mercy, John, Unnamed daughter
Died 15 Oct 1696
Sources
Family Search
Mercy Bangs (twin of Apphia)
Born 15 Oct 1651 Plymouth, Plymouth, Massachusetts
Married Stephen Merrick 28 Dec 1670
Sources
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/51596160/mercy-merrick
Family Search
Apphia Bangs (twin of Mercy)
Born 15 Oct 1651 Plymouth, Plymouth, Massachusetts
Married 1) John Knowles (who died in King Phillips war) 28 Dec 1670 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
2) Joseph Atwood 1676 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Died 12 June 1722
Sources
Family Search

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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."