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Sunday, January 23, 2022

Consider Tiffany and Abigail Niles

Consider Tiffany

Parents: Humphrey Tiffany and Elizabeth

Born 14 Jun 1675 Milton, Norfolk, Massachusetts, British Colonial America

Birth record from Massachusetts Births and Christenings
page 62 image #553

Married Abigail Niles 27 May 1696 New Shoreham, Newport, Rhode Island

Marriage Record from Vital Records of Rhode Island

Died 1708 Connecticut

Note: he did not leave a will

Buried

Sources

Birth: New England Historical and Genealogical Register

Colonial Families of the U.S.

Marriage clip: Vital Records of Rhode Island page 20 Image #193

Marriage: U.S. and International Marriage Records

New Shoreham Marriages, Arnold, James N. Vital Record of Rhode Island, 1636–1850: First series, births, marriages and deaths. A family register for the people. (Narragansett Hist. Publ. Co., 1891), page 20

Book: The Tiffany's of America: History and Genealogy pages 140-170

Book: New England Marriages prior to 1700 page 742

Block Island Settlers of Joshua's Town, Lyme, Connecticut by Mary Banning Friedlander

Abigail Niles

Parents: John Niles and Abigail

Born 1677 New Shoreham, Washington, Rhode Island
Died by 22 March 1739 Lyme, Connecticut
Buried
Sources
Block Island Settlers of Joshua's Town, Lyme, Connecticut by Mary Banning Friedlander

Marriage: Rhode Island U.S. Vital Extracts Vol 4 Newport County page 16

Marriage: U.S. Marriages Prior to 1700

Family Search

ancestry.com

CHILDREN

Children of Consider and Abigail
clip is from Vital Records of Rhode Island page 36 image #201

Elizabeth Tiffany
Born 23 Feb 1696 New Shoreham, Washington, Rhode Island
Married Richard Brockway 5 May 1720 Joshua's Town, Lyme, Connecticut

Note: she sold 66 of her 70 acres in 1743
Children: Elizabeth, Abigail (twin), Consider (Twin), Silence, Eunice, Nathan, Consider

Note: I'm not so sure the last child is theirs. The evidence claims he had parents named Richard and Elizabeth, but she would have been 50 years old - not impossible, just improbable.

Died
Buried
Sources

Block Island Settlers of Joshua's Town, Lyme, Connecticut by Mary Banning Friedlander

Vital Records of Rhode Island page 36 image #201

Family Search

ancestry.com

Sarah Tiffany

Note: there are 2 Sarah Tiffany's that married Ebenezers in this area. This one married Ebenezer Day. The other, Ebenezer Smith.
Born 5 March 1699 New Shoreham, Washington, Rhode Island

Married Ebenezer Day 3 Feb 1718 Colchester, New London, Connecticut

Note: she sold her share of the land to her brother Nathan after she got married
Children: Deborah, Sarah, Jonathan, Ebenezer, Elizabeth

Died 1 Oct 1775 Colchester, New London, Connecticut
Buried
Sources

Block Island Settlers of Joshua's Town, Lyme, Connecticut by Mary Banning Friedlander

Vital Records of Rhode Island page 36 image #20

Family Search

ancestry.com

(Lieutenant) Nathan Tiffany
Born 14 June 1701 New Shoreham, Washington, Rhode Island

Married 1) Elizabeth Brockway 1726 Lyme, New London, Connecticut

Children: Timothy, Elizbeth, Dorothy, Lois

2) Sarah Harvey 1735 Lyme, New London, Connecticut

Children: Silas, Sarah, Abigail, Hepzibah, Nathan, Keturah, Anna, Temperance, Lucy
Died 30 May 1750 Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Buried Marvin Cemetery, Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Sources

Birth: Rhode Island Births and Christenings

Block Island Settlers of Joshua's Town, Lyme, Connecticut by Mary Banning Friedlander

Vital Records of Rhode Island page 36 image #20

New England Historical and Genealogical Register

Family Search

ancestry.com

Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/28549446/nathan-tiffany

Note: the problem with the headstones pictured is that they are TWO different stones.

One has considerably more information and greater damage, the other more simple. Perhaps one is the father and one the son? Anyway, I didn't post the headstone because of this problem. I have contacted the person that owns the memorial in hopes she can shed light on this issue.

Silence Tiffany

NOTE: her father, Consider, had no will. Silence is ONLY mentioned in testimony given by her mother and others about Consider's wishes after his death. Land was divided - half to Nathan and the other half to his mother/sisters. An interesting sidenote: Her sister Elizabeth had a daughter named Silence Brockway and Sarah had a daughter named Elizabeth Silence Day.

Born abt 1703 New Shoreham, Washington, Rhode Island

Married Silas Sears about 1728

Note: Silence had 52 acres

Children: Silence

Died

Buried

Sources

Block Island Settlers of Joshua's Town, Lyme, Connecticut by Mary Banning Friedlander

Family Search

ancestry.com

Friday, May 1, 2015

Ephraim Tiffany and Bethia Tosh

Ephraim Tiffany
Parents: Humphrey Tiffany and Elizabeth (unknown surname)
Born 26 Dec 1677 Milton, Norfolk, Massachusetts
Married Bethia Tosh about 1700 Massachusetts
Died 15 Jul 1727 Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Buried
Sources
Genealogical Sketch of the Tiffany Family, By Ella F. Wright, 1904. (the author, Ella, was one of his descendants)

Bethia Tosh (nickname: Leisha)
Parents William Tosh and Penelope Niles
alternate parents: William Macintosh and Jael Sullivan
Born September 1676 New Shoreham, Newport, Rhode Island
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search
Ancestry.com

CHILDREN

Samuel Tiffany
Born 7 April 1701 New Shoreham, Newport, Rhode Island
Note: his mother's name is give as Leisha and is either a type-o or an extraction/clerk error. This Samuel is often confused with his cousin Samuel that was born about the same time to James and Bethia Tiffany.
Died 1734 Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Buried
Sources
Birth: Vital Records of Rhode Island page 36
Birth: The New England Historical and Genealogical Register Volume 153 page 456
Family Search
Ancestry.com
Consider Tiffany
Born 28 April 1703 New Shoreham, Newport, Rhode Island
Note: his mother's name is give as Leisha
Married 1) Naomi Comstock 26 Nov 1731 Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Children: Consider(1732), Luther (1734), Naomi (1737), Samuel (1740), Humphrey (1743)
2) Mary Davis 23 January 1753 Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Children: Timothy, Titus
Died 29 May 1763 Newfield, Tompkins, New York
Buried Tiffany Cemetery, Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Sources
Birth: Vital Records of Rhode Island page 36
The New England Historical and Genealogical Register Volume 153 page 456
Marriage to Naomi: Lyme Vital Records Volume L-6 page 316
Birth of his son, Consider: Lyme Vital Records Volume L-6 page 316
Marriage to Mary: Lyme Vital Records Volume 1 page 67
Death/Burial: New England Death and Burial Index
Ancestry.com
Family Search
Memorial: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=130892576
Humphrey Tiffany
Born 9 February 1706 New Shoreham, Newport, Rhode Island
Note: his mother's name is give as Leisha and is either a type-o or an extraction/clerk error
Married Dorothy Mott when he was younger? Phoebe Brown in 1771?
Died 5 Jan 1788 Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Buried
Sources
Birth: Vital Records of Rhode Island page 36
Family Search
Ephraim Tiffany
Born 1708 Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Died 1759 Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Buried
Sources
Birth: Vital Records of Rhode Island page 36
Birth: The New England Historical and Genealogical Register Volume 153 page 456
Family Search
Ancestry.com
Bethia Tiffany
Born 1710 Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Possibly married David Eaton (his second marriage) 11 March 1741 Ashford, Connecticut
Died
Buried
Sources
Birth: The New England Historical and Genealogical Register Volume 153 page 456
Ancestry.com
Family Search

Mary Tiffany
Born 1714 Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Married ?
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search
Ancestry.com

Lieutenant Ebenezer Tiffany
Born 1716 Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Married Ruhamah Ely abt 1855 Connecticut
Children: Ruhamah, Deborah, Ebenezer, Richard, Abner, Simeon, Seth
Died 13 Feb 1799 Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Buried Pleasant View Cemetery, Lyme, New London, Connecticut
Sources
Marriage to Ruhama: The New England Historical and Genealogical Register Volume 153 page 457
Ancestry.com
Family Search
Headstone for Ebenezer: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=11804774
Headstone for his wife, Ruhamah: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=11804770

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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."