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Monday, May 17, 2010

Henry Blaisdel 1632-1703 Mary Haddon 1637-1691

Henry listed on first settlers memorial (third column)

Henry Blaisdell
Parents: Ralph Blaisdell and Elizabeth Ann Parker
Born 7 Apr 1632 England
Occupation: Tailor
He was one of the first settlers in Amesbury and is listed among the commoners in 1667-1668 as receiving land 18 Feb 1667
1680 Henry and his sons, Henry and Ebenezer, are listed among the 'select men' of Amesbury
1690 Free man
Married 1) Mary Haddon abt 1656
2) Elizabeth
Died 1707
Note: His estate was administered in 1708
Sources
Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury by David Hoyt page 18, 63-66
Memorial: http://www.macycolbyhouse.org/golgotha-memorial/
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Mary Haddon
Parents: Jarrett Haddon and Margerite Cole
Born 1637 Haverhill, Essex, Massachusetts
Died 12 Dec 1691 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury by David Hoyt page 63
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CHILDREN

Ebenezer Blaisdell
Born 17 Oct 1657 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Occupation: Husbandman
Married Sarah Colby abt 1680 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Children: Ephraim, Thomas, Ebenezer, Eleanor, Mary, Ralph, Sarah
Died 10 Aug 1710 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury by David Hoyt page 64
Norfolk County Deeds
His grandfather's will (Jarrett Haddon)
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Mary Blaisdell
Born 29 May 1660 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married Robert Rawlins about 1680
Children: Elizabeth
Died
Buried
Sources
Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury by David Hoyt page 64
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Henry Blaisdell
Born 28 May 1663 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Occupation: Farmer, Tailor
Married 1) Mary Partridge abt 1682
Children: Henry, unnamed son, Mary, John
2) Hannah Rowell Colby (widow of Thomas Colby) abt 1691
3) Dorothy Martin 27 Oct 1707
Died Before 11 Mar 1708
Sources
Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury by David Hoyt page 64-65
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Elizabeth Blaisdell
Born 1665
Died young
Sources
Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury by David Hoyt page 64
Ralph Blaisdell
Born abt 1667
Died 11 Jan 1691 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Note: Ralph was not married and his brother John administered his estate in 1692
Died: 17 Jan 1691 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury by David Hoyt page 64
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Lieutenant John Blaisdell
Born 27 May 1668 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married 6 Jan 1693 Elizabeth Challis (widow of John Hoyt)
Children: Mary, Elizabeth, Ralph, Philip, Jacob
Died May 1733
Sources
Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury by David Hoyt page 64
Sarah Blaisdell
Born 11 Nov 1671 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Married Stephen Flanders 20 June 1706 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Children Stephen, Asa, Samuel, Abigail, Nathaniel, Mary
Died 20 Jan 1732 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury by David Hoyt page 64
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Jonathan Blaisdell
Born 11 October 1676 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Occupation: Blacksmith,Selectman for Amesbury (20 years), School teacher, Farmer
Married Hannah Jameson 1699 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Note: Her surname is up for debate - some records have surname of Jackson
Children: Mary, Daniel, Anne, Elijah, Jonathan, David, Enoch, Samuel, Hannah, Elizabeth, Henry
Died 14 October 1748
Estate granted: 18 Nov 1748 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Note: estate was finally divided in 1750.
Sources
Blaisdell Papers Vol 1 #5: The Geography of Witchcraft pages 314-321: At least one of the descendants of this man were convicted and then hung for witchcraft
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury by David Hoyt page 65-66
Online Book: Historic Homes and Institutions and Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester County Massachusetts by Ellery B Crane Vol 2, 1907, page 162
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Samuel Blaisdell
Born abt 1678
Died 3 Oct 1683 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury by David Hoyt page 63
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Friday, April 23, 2010

Jeremiah Quimby 1689-1744 Hannah George 1696

Jeremiah Quimby (husband's 8th ggranduncle)
Parents John Quimby and Mary Mudgett

Born 24 Aug 1689 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts

Jeremiah and his siblings birth records in Salisbury

Military: Soldier in Salisbury, Massachusetts militia 1710-1717

Occupation: Yeoman (farmer) and Sawmill operator, surveyor of highways 1727

Land and deeds: moved from Amesbury to Kingston and bought 60 acres located near the sawmill at Truckling Falls. Sold his share in the sawmill in 1732 to Abraham Smith.

Married Hannah George 14 Jun 1716 Amesbury, Essex, Massachusetts

Jeremiah and Hannah's marriage record

Died 1744 Kingston, Rockingham, New Hampshire

Buried
Sources
Birth: Massachusetts Town Birth Index AND Massachusetts Births and Christenings

AGBI (American Genealogical-Biographical Index)

Massachusetts Marriages

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Hannah George
Parents Samuel George and Elizabeth Frame

Born 13 Apr 1694 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts

Hannah George Quimby in book
George Genealogy by Keith H George pg 11

Died 1742

Note: last time name appears in records/deed

Buried
Sources
George Genealogy

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CHILDREN

Eliphalet Quimby
Born 1717 Kingston Township, Rockingham, New Hampshire
Married Mary Jual (Jewell) 1 May 1744 New Hampshire
Children: Mary, Andrew, Jonathan, Daniel

Died June 1757 Kingston, Rockingham, New Hampshire

Buried
Sources
Marriage: IGI Film 1001295 Batch M731532

Death Record

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French War and
Revolutionary
War Vet
Tristram Quimby

Born 1720 Kingston, Rockingham, New Hampshire

Married Susanna Blaisdell 27 Nov 1752 Kingston, Rockingham, New Hampshire

Children: Mary, Daniel, Eliphalet, Hanah, Susana, Betty
Military March - Nov 1760: Corporal in Colonel John Goffe's regiment, Captain Philip Johnson's Company

Died 1813 Salisbury

Buried

Sources
Family Search

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History of Salisbury, Chapter 3: Merrimack County, New Hampshire
Military: "The History of Merrimack and Belknap Counties, New Hampshire". Edited by D. Hamilton Hurd and Published in 1885

Moses Quimby and
Judah (Judith) Bean
Marriage record
Moses Quimby
Born 13 Apr 1725 Kingston Township, Rockingham, New Hampshire
Married Judith Bean 5 June 1754 Quint, Conway, Carroll, New Hampshire

Note: Clerks Jurisdiction was in Kingston, Rockingham, New Hampshire

Children: Jean, Elizabeth, Hannah, Mary, Sarah, Judith, Dorothy

Died 18 December 1797 Sutton, Merrimack, New Hampshire, United States

Buried Quimby Cemetery North Sandwich, Carroll, New Hampshire
Sources
IGI Film 0015158 Batch M534391 dated 1740-1870

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Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/162025822/moses-quimby

Aaron and
Mary marriage
record
Aaron Quimby
Born 1727 Kingston Township, Rockingham, New Hampshire
Married: Mary Towle 2 August 1760 Danville, Rockingham, New Hampshire

Children: Zipporah, Rebecca, Elisha

Died

Buried
Sources
Family Search
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Marriage: IGI Film 0015158 Match 534391 dated 1740-1870

Marriage: New Hampshire Marriage Records, 1637-1947

Jeremiah Quimby

Born 1730 Kingston Township, Rockingham, New Hampshire
Military: Revolutionary War

Married Lydia Chandler 19 Nov 1755 Kingston, Rockingham, New Hampshire

Children: Jemima, Lydia, Jeremiah, Rhoda, Henry, Ephraim, Aaron

Died 6 August 1809 New Chester, Grafton, New Hampshire

Buried
Sources
1790 US Census Candia, Rockingham, New Hampshire

1800 US Census New Chester, Grafton, New Hampshire

US Revolutionary War Rolls

New Hampshire Burial and Death Records

New Hampshire Wills and Probate Records

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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."