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Thursday, March 11, 2010

Emerson Orcutt 1745- 1831 Ann Mansell 1749

Emerson Orcutt
Parents Emerson Orcutt and Mary Gardener
Born 24 Jul 1745 Scituate, Penobscot, Massachusetts

Emerson Orcutt birth record

Married 1) Ann Mansell 8 Aug 1770 Scituate, Penobscot, Massachusetts
2) Olive Metcalf 14 Oct 1797 Dover, Norfolk, Massachusetts
Died 1831 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Sources
1790 US Census for Hancock County, Maine lists the following information:
Orcutt, Emerson 2 4 5 * * (2 males over 16, 4 males under sixteen, 5 females)
Birth record
American Genealogical-Biographical Index (AGBI)

Ann Mansell
Parents John Mansell and Leah Simmons
Born 29 Jun 1749 Scituate, Penobscot, Massachusetts
Christened 30 Sep 1753 Scituate, Plymouth, Massachusetts
Died by 1797
Sources
Christening and Parents: IGI Film 0014791 IT1 Batch C501321 dated 1850
Family Search

CHILDREN

Leah Orcutt
Born 14 Feb 1771 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Married Elisha Thacher 12 April 1804 Windsor, Berkshire, Massachusetts
Sources
Massachusetts Marriages
Family Search
Molly Orcutt (twin to David)
Born 25 Jun 1772 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Died 22 Sep 1772
Sources
Family Search
David (twin to Molly)
Born 25 Jun 1772 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Married Elizabeth (Betsy) Davis 11 Jun 1797
Children: David, Seth, Samuel, Jane, Otis, Ezra
Died 1865
Sources
1850 US Census Charleston, Penobscot, Maine, United States (age 78)
1860 US Census Charleston, Penobscot, Maine, United States (age 89, living with son Ezra)
Family Search
Polly Orcutt
Born 30 Oct 1773 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Married Nehemiah Shaw 12 January 1794 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Children: David, Cyrus, John, Emerson, Abiah, Polly, Mehitable, Nehemiah, Solomon, Polly, unnamed baby, Emerson
Sources
Massachusetts Marriages
Family Search
Emerson Orcutt
Born 25 Sep 1776 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Married Jane Hardison Fletcher
Children: Rosetta, Daniel, William, Mary Ann, Harriet, Emerson, Eben, Harvey, Emily
Died 1867 Amhurst, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Family Search
Peggy Orcutt
Born 14 Jun 1778 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Note: her name is Peggy in the record, not Margaret
Married Thaddeus Adams Jr 27 May 1795 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Children: Warren, Emerson, Peggy, Thaddeus, Fisher, Lucinda, Franklin
Died 5 Nov 1857
Sources
Birth: IGI Film 0010580 Batch C 521561 dated 1743-1858
Marriage to Thadeus: IGI Film 0010580 Batch M521561 dated 1768-1885
Family Search
Jane Orcutt
Born 12 Oct 1780 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Married 1) William Reed 1 Sep 1798 Orono, Penobscot, Maine
Children: Cordelia, George, Dean, Abigail, William
2) Stephen Page abt 1801
Died 1 Dec 1871
Sources
Family Search
*Seth Orcutt
Born 17 Oct 1782 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Married Anna Fletcher 14 Mar 1808 Brewer, Penobscot, Maine
Children: Eliza, Elizabeth, Adeline, Seth, Mary Ann, Elijah, William, John, Linda, Wilson, Hosea
Died 18 Apr 1864
Sources
Family Search
Elijah Orcutt
Born 30 Nov 1784 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Married Elizabeth Clewley 17 May1816 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Children: Elizabeth, Mary, Philinda, Andrew, George, Olivia,Angelina, Benjamin, Elijah
Died 11 Dec 1868
Sources
1860 US Census Holden, Penobscot, Maine
New England and Genealogical Register Volume 114 page 303
Marriage: IGI Film 0010848 Batch M521671 dated 1802-1922
Family Search

John Orcutt
Born 10 Dec 1786 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Married Sarah C (Sally) Hardison 9 Oct 1814 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Note: Brides given name spelled Salley in record
Children: Nahum, Asa, Leamon, Leonard, Sarah, Thomas, Ransom, Mary, Ethelinda, Eunice, Araminta
Died 19 Oct 1865 Clifton, Penobscot, Maine
Buried Bayview Cemetery, Franklin, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Marriage: IGI Film 0010848 Batch M521671 dated 1802-1922
Family Search
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/121962665
Ann Orcutt
Born 28 Mar 1789 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Married Joseph Fletcher 14 Jun 1815 Eddington, Penobscot, Maine
Note: Brides name spelled Anna in record
Sources
Family Search
Abigail Orcutt
Born 21 Jun 1791 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Married (Captain) William Lowder 16 Nov 1809 Orrington, Penobscott, Maine
Died 30 Mar 1877 Maine
Sources
Family Search

Friday, January 8, 2010

John Ogden abt 1610 and Jane Bond abt 1613

This is where the information on the Ogden Family was corrupted by Gustav Anjou.

The family group sheets stated that John and Jane's family was from Bradley Plain, Hamp, England - which does not exist. Bradley, Hampshire does, but there is no Bradley Plain. The infamous genealogist forger Gustav Anjou (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustave_Anjou) messed with this line. I feel sorry for those who paid him so much money for lies. For now, anything to do with Bradley Plain should be viewed as a lie.
https://www.british-genealogy.com/archive/index.php/t-2150.html

UPDATE: I haven't had time to look at it, but there is a book that findagrave mentions that is supposed to clear up a lot of the mess: "John Ogden, The Pilgrim (1609-1682)," Cranbury, N.J.: Fairleigh Dickenson Press. 2006, (pages 193-195) by Jack Harpster.

John Ogden
Born abt 1610 England
Note: page 12 in the book listed below repeats the lies that Anjou created about John's birth date and place, it adds the matter of selling some property in Bradley Plain, etc.
Parents: Supposedly Richard Ogden and Elizabeth Huntington - since this information is part of the Bradley Plain information, it could be a lie.
Married Jane 8 May 1637 in England
Life Notes:
Nicknames: "Good Old John" and "John Ogden the planter"
John is believed to have arrived in Southampton, Long Island, New York in 1640

Said to have been granted land 17 Apr 1640 - a piece of land called Shinnecock Hill which was part of the city of Southampton, New York.
Note: Shinnecock Hill is about 2.3 square miles and an ancient Indian burial ground. Many court battles have been fought over its ownership. Apparently, there was a 1,000 year deal between the city of Southampton and the tribe allowing the white man to live there until 1803.
Lived in Stamford, Connecticut in 1641 and contracted in 1642 to build a church in the Fort of New Amsterdam.
Held the office of magistrate under Connecticut and New Haven colonies.
Made settlement of Hempstead in 1644
Moved to Southampton Long Island in 1647
Died 30 May 1682 Elizabethtown, Union, New Jersey
Note: I let this date stand although I didn't find the headstone.
Sources
Clearing up the problems with Anjou:  https://www.british-genealogy.com/archive/index.php/t-2150.html
Book: Halstead and Ogden Family by Elizabeth Ross King, New York, 1896, page 28-30.
Book: Ogden Family in America (p 11-35) which claims it takes its information about John in America from Southampton Records, Stamford Notes, Fairfield Notes, Colonial Records of Connecticut, Lamb's history of New York, Hatfield's history of Elizabeth, and Archives of New Jersey
Book: History of Long Island by Benjamin Franklin Thompson page 342 (which states John was granted land in 1644) page 343 (establishes that John was a settler in the area before 1647)
Family Search
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/64072078/john-ogden
Jane Bond
Note: I'm so skeptical, that I'm not even going to assume her last name is Bond so be on the look out
Born abt 1613 (probably in England)
Supposedly the daughter of Jonathan Bond (have not found proof of this)
Died New Jersey
Sources
Book: Ogden Family in America page 35-39
Family Search
Memorial:  https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/64072694/jane-ogden

CHILDREN

Note: there were too many duplication's - two johns, two sarahs, three bens, three Marys and I doubted most of it and chose the most logical, though I may have to add one or more back on since people did reuse a name of a deceased child.

I will make note of what I think is a stretch of someones greedy imagination (take that Gustav!)

Note: If their father actually was granted land in 1640, I find it impossible to believe he would return to England to produce more heirs and then leave them behind unless they lived with other family members. They were probably all born in Southampton New York.

John Ogden (Jr)
Born abt 1642 Probably Stamford, Connecticut
Married Elizabeth Plum 1677
Note: some historians claim he was married to Judith Budd - actually she married "John Ogden of Rye" a cousin to this John and the son of Thomas Ogden who settled in New Haven, Connecticut. To make this more confusing, both John Sr. and John Ogden of Rye died the same year.
Died after 1677
Sources
Book: Ogden Family in America page 13, 40-43
Ancestral File

Jonathan Ogden headstone

*(Deacon) Jonathan Ogden (Possibly a twin to David)
Born 1646 (estimated from his headstone) Probably Hempstead
Married Rebecca Wood abt 1674
Children: John, Sam, Rebecca, Robert, Hannah
Died 3 Jan 1732 Elizabethtown, New Jersey
Buried First Presbyterian Churchyard, Elizabeth, Union, New Jersey
Sources
Family Search
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7151820/jonathan-ogden
Book: Ogden Family in America page 40, 45-46

David Ogden (Possibly a twin to Jonathan)
Born 1646 Probably Hempstead
Married Elizabeth Swaine Ward (she was married to her cousin prior to marrying David)
Died 27 Feb 1692 Newark, New Jersey
Sources
Book: Ogden Family in America page 40, 43-45
Ancestral File
Joseph Ogden
Born abt 1648 Probably Southampton, Long Island, New York
Married Sarah Whitehead
Died 3 Jan 1732 New Jersey
Sources
Book: Ogden Family in America page 40, 47
Ancestral File
Mary Ogden
Born abt 1650 Stamford, Fairfield, Connecticut
Note: interesting that the birth place is different, that's why I left it here
Married John Woodruff
Sources
Book: Ogden Family in America page 40, 49
Ancestral File

Benjamin Ogden headstone

Captain Benjamin Ogden
Born 1654 (estimated from his headstone) Probably Southampton, Long Island, New York
Married Hannah Woodruff abt 1685 (possible sister to John listed above as Mary's husband)
Died 20 Nov 1722
Buried First Presbyterian Churchyard, Elizabeth, Union, New Jersey
Sources
Book: Ogden Family in America page 40, 47-49
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/7287488/benjamin-ogden

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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."