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Sunday, July 4, 2010

William Ring 1585 Mary Durant 1590-1637

William Ring
Born abt 1580 Houghton, Lancaster, England
Birth note: Extracted christening records in Pettistree do have a 'Willus Ryng' christened in 1599 with parents Willmi and Finaetae, but if the marriage date to Mary Durant is true (1601) this nullifies William being from Pettistree
Occupation: Say-weaver at Leyden, Holland, before the Separatists (Pilgrims) sailed for America
Note: Fairchild’s Dictionary of Textiles (7th edition) gives the following information on ‘say’ (saye or saie) An obsolete fabric widely used from the 12th to 19th centuries. During the 12th and 13th centuries, it was a relatively fine, lightweight, high quality wool fabric similar to serge. About the 16th century, it was also made of silk.
Married Mary Durant 21 May 1601 Ufford, Suffolk, England
Died Leiden, Holland, Netherlands
Notes: He was guaranteed by William Bradford and Alex Price on June 7, 1619 (Guaranteed meant vouched for and sworn in). The Mary Ring who witnessed a wedding at Leyden in 1614, was probably his wife. When the 'Speedwell' sailed from Delfthaven on June 22, 1620, William was aboard. At Dartmouth, on August 17th, after leaks forced the ship into port, agent Robert Cushman wrote that, "Poor William Ring and myself do strive who shall be meat for the fishes but we look for a glorious resurection." When the 'Mayflower' set out alone on September 6th, neither William nor Mary were aboard.
Sources
Online: TalkingScot.com (for definition of say-weaver)
Online: Notes came from Family Treemaker
Ancestral File
Mary Durant
Born 1584 England
Unknown parents so this is the end of this line
Note: Mary was a resident of Plymouth Colony by October 28, 1633, when she made out her will with bequests to children Elizabeth and Andrew.
Died 19 Jul 1631 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Her will:
I Mary Ring being in body but in prfect memory thanks be to God, doe make this my last will & Test. in manner & forme as followeth. ffirst I bequeath my soul to God that gave it me & my body to the eart from whence it was taken. Next my will is that such goods as God hath given I give also. I give unto Andrew my sonne all my brasse and pewter. I give unto my son Andrew my new bed & bolster wth the ffether to put in it weh I have ready. Item, I give to my son Andrew two white blankets, one red blanket wth the best Coverlet weh lieth upon my bed & the curtaines. Item, I give unto my sonne Andrew three pre of my best sheets & two paire of my best pillow beeres. It. I give also to him one hyapr tablecloath & one dyapr towall & halfe a dozen of napkins. It. I give unto him all my wollen cloath unmade except one peece of red weh my will is that my daughter Susan shall have as much as will make a bearing
Sources
Notes: Online - Family Treemaker
Her will: online http://www.pfarrell.com/
Ancestral File
Sources I found listed online (which I have not seen for myself)
Book: "The Widow Mary Ring, of Plymouth, Massachusetts and Her Children" by John Insley Coddington; 42:198 in The American Genealogist, Oct 1966
"Plymouth Colony: It's History and People 1620-1691" by Eugene Aubrey Stratton

CHILDREN

*Elizabeth Ring
Christened 23 Jan 1602 Ufford, Suffolk, England
Married 1) Stephen Deane abt 1629
2) Josiah Cooke 16 Sep 1635 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Children: Anna, Bethia, Josiah, Micajah
Died 28 Dec 1687 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0496781 Batch P013781 dated 1555-1614
Ancestral File
Susanna Ring
Born 1609 England
Married Thomas Clark abt 1626
Children: Nathaniel, John, Andrew, William, Susannah, James
Died 1663
Sources
Ancestral File
Andrew Ring
Born 1618 Leiden, Holland, Netherlands
Married Deborah Hopkins 23 Apr 1646 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Children: Elizabeth, William,Eleazar, Mary, Deborah, Susannah
Sources
Ancestral File

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Stephen Hopkins 1581-1644 Constance Dudley 1581-1613

Stephen Hopkins
Born Apr 1581 Upper Clatford, Hamp, England
Parents: Stephen Hopkins and Elizabeth Williams
Occupation: Tanner, Merchant, Assistant Governor of Plymouth Colony through 1636
Married 1) Constance Mary Dudley 9 May 1599 Whitechapel, London, England
Note: This marriage lacks evidence - other than the name of their second child
2) Elizabeth Fisher 19 Feb 1618 St Mary, Whitechapel, London, England
Died: Jun 1644
Note: his will is available online
Sources
Online: Stephen's will: The Plymouth Colony Archive Project
Online: Wikipedia
Other sources I found but haven't looked at yet
Book: Mayflower Families Through Five Generations, Volume Six, Third Edition, Stephen Hopkins
The American Genealogist 73:161-171 “The True English Origins of Stephen Hopkins of the Mayflower”, July 1998 by Caleb Johnson
Book: Here Will I Die Ashore by Caleb Johnson (I did request my library purchase this)

Constance Mary Dudley
Born abt 1581
Died abt 1613 Hursley, Hamp, England
Sources
Ancestral File

CHILDREN WITH CONSTANCE

Elizabeth Hopkins
Christened 13 Mar 1604 Hursley, Hamp, England
Note: her name is in old form (Elizabetha Hopkyns) in the record
Died 1615 England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 1041207 Batch C136631 dated 1599-1774
Ancestral File
Constance Hopkins
Christened 11 May 1606 Hursley, Hamp, England
Note: Her name is in old form (Constancia Hopkyns) in the record
Married Nicholas Snow 22 May 1627 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Children: Mark, Mary, Sarah, Joseph, Stephen, John, Elizabeth, Jabez, Ruth, Constance, two more unnamed babies that died young
Died Oct 1677 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
SourcesChristening: IGI Film 1041207 Batch C136631 dated 1599-1774
Ancestral File
*Giles Hopkins
Christened 30 Jan 1607 Hursley, Hamp, England
Note: His name is in old form (Egidinus Hopkyns) in the record
Married Katherine Whelden 9 Oct 1639
Children Mary, Stephen, John, Abigail, Deborah, Caleb, Ruth, Joshua, William, Elizabeth
Died 16 Apr 1689 Eastham, Barnstable, Massachusetts
Note: His made his will in January
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 1041207 Batch C136631 dated 1599-1774
Online: His will: The Plymouth Colony Archive Project
Ancestral File
Other sources listed online that I have not looked at
Robert Charles Anderson, The Great Migration Begins: immigrants to New England 1620-1633, New England Historic Genealogical Society, Boston, 1995, Three volumes
Charles G Knopf, “Descendants of Stephen Hopkins,” March 1998.
Josiah Paine, “Early Settlers of Eastham,” Library of Cape Cod History and Genealogy, 33 and 34 (1916), 63 pages.

CHILDREN WITH ELIZABETH

Damaris Hopkins
Born 1618
Sources
Ancestral File
Oceanus Hopkins
Born 16 Sep 1620 aboard the ship Mayflower, Atlantic Ocean
Died 22 Sep 1627 Massachusetts
Sources
Ancestral File
Caleb Hopkins
Christened 1623 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Never married
Died 3 Apr 1651 Barbados Islands
Sources
Ancestral File
Deborah Hopkins
Christened 1624 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Married Andrew Ring 23 Apr 1646 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Children: Elizabeth, William, Eleazar, Mary, Deborah, Susannah
Died 1674
Sources
Ancestral File
Damaris Hopkins
Christened 1628 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Married Jacob Cooke abt 1646 Massachusetts
Children: Elizabeth, Caleb, Jacob, Mary, Martha, Francis, Ruth
Died 18 Nov 1669 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Sources
Ancestral File
Ruth Hopkins
Christened 1630 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Died after 1644 and before 3 Apr 1651
Sources
Ancestral File
Elizabeth Hopkins
Born 1632 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Sources
Ancestral File

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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."