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Monday, May 17, 2010

Ralph Blaisdel 1593-1649 Elizabeth Parker 1612-1667

Note: this line was corrupted by the professional con artist Gustav Anjou, who was responsible for many genealogical disasters. Therefore, what I have is what I have personally found.

Ralph Blaisdell
Parents: Unknown

Born 11 Mar 1593 Hawkshead, Lancashire, England
Occupation: Tailor
Tavern Keeper 1645
Constable
Was in York, Maine between 1637-1640
Married Elizabeth Parker 3 Sep 1629 Hawkshead, Lanca, England
Died 1649 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts

Buried
Sources
Online Book (which you can download for free from Google Books): Historic Homes and Institutions and Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester County Massachusetts by Ellery B Crane Vol 2, 1907, page 162
Family Search

ancestry.com

Information about Ralph Blaisdell Family
From book: Historic Homes and Institutions and Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester County Massachusetts by Ellery B Crane Vol 2, 1907, page 162

Elizabeth
Born 3 May 1612 Chipping, Lancashire, England
Note: I did not find her in Chipping for the date and time listed
Died Aug 1667

Buried

Sources
Online Book: Historic Homes and Institutions and Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester County Massachusetts by Ellery B Crane Vol 2, 1907, page 162
Family Search

ancestry.com

CHILDREN

Henry Blaisdell
Born 7 Apr 1632 England
Occupation: Tailor
Married 1) Mary Haddon abt 1656

Children: Ebenezer, Mary, Henry, Elizabeth, Ralph, Sarah, Jonathan, Samuel
2) Elizabeth
Died

Buried
Sources
Online Book: Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury by David Hoyt page 18, 63-66
Online Book: Historic Homes and Institutions and Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester County Massachusetts by Ellery B Crane Vol 2, 1907, page 162
Sarah Blaisdell
Born abt 1634
Died 17 Jan 1647

Buried

Sources
Online Book: Historic Homes and Institutions and Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester County Massachusetts by Ellery B Crane Vol 2, 1907, page 162
Family Search

ancestry.com

Mary Blaisdell
Born 5 Mar 1642
Married 1) Joseph Stowers

Children:
2) William Sterling 19 Dec 1676

Children:

Died

Buried

Sources
Online Book: Historic Homes and Institutions and Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester County Massachusetts by Ellery B Crane Vol 2, 1907, page 162
Family Search

ancestry.com

Ralph Blaisdell
Born abt 1643
Died 1667

Sources
Online Book: Historic Homes and Institutions and Genealogical and Personal Memoirs of Worcester County Massachusetts by Ellery B Crane Vol 2, 1907, page 162
Family Search

ancestry.com

Sunday, January 24, 2010

John Wheeler 1591-1670 Ann Yomen1595-1662

John Wheeler was a Puritan

John Wheeler
Parents: Dominick Wheeler and Mercy Jellye
Christened 4 Nov 1591 St Edmund's, Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Occupation: Barber
Was "of Hampton" before he was in Salisbury, Massachusetts
Immigration: Sailed on the ship "Mary and John" 24 March 1634
Married Ann Yeomen 1 December 1611 St Edmund's, Salisbury, Wiltshire,England
Died 29 Aug 1670 Newbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search
Occupation, Death : Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury
Silhouette: Online labels.com

Ann was a Puritan

Ann Yeomen
Parents: John Godfrey Yeoman and Agnes Jentilman
Born abt 1595 England
Died 15 Aug 1662 Newbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search
Death: Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury
Silhouette: Online labels.com

CHILDREN

Edward Wheeler
Christened 12 Feb 1613 St Edmund's, Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Note: Stayed in England
Married Elizabeth Collins Marriage: 1 May 1634 Salisbury, Wiltshire, England

Marriage record for Edward and Elizabeth

Children: Sarah, Christopher, John, Peter

Died 28 March 1668 Salisbury, Wiltshire, England

Sources
Family Search
Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury
John Wheeler
Born 11 Oct 1614 St. Edmund's, Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Married Mary Collins 06 May 1640 Saint Thomas, Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Died 1646
Buried
Sources
Family Search
George Wheeler
Born abt 1615 England
Married Susanna Stowers 30 Apr 1660 Newbury, Essex, England
Children: Samuel, Ephraim, Samuel
Died 28 May 1668 Newbury, Essex, Massachusetts Bay Colony, British Colonial America
Sources
Family Search
Marriage: Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury
Adam Wheeler
Christened 5 Dec 1616 St Edmund's, Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Note: Stayed in England
Married Margaret about 1667 Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Children: Margaret, Elizabeth, Hannah
Died 1 Sep 1699 Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Buried
Sources
Ancestral File
Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury
Elizabeth Wheeler
Christened 20 January 1618 St Edmund's, Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Married 1) Thomas Durston 1646 Maine
Children: Elizabeth, Hannah, Mary, Sarah, Thomas
2) Mathias Button 9 June 1663 Haverhill, Massachusetts
Children: none
Sources
Family Search
Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury
Anne Wheeler
Christened 13 May 1620 St Edmund's, Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Married Aquila Chase abt 1646 Hampton, New Hampshire
Children: Sarah, Anne, Priscilla, Mary, Aquila, Thomas, John, Elizabeth, Ruth, Daniel, Moses
Died 21 April 1687 Newberry, Essex, Massachusetts
Buried Old Town Cemetery, Newberry, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search
Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury
William Wheeler
Christening: 18 Sep 1623 Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Note: Stayed in England, in spite of the 40 pounds offered in his father's will if he should come to America.
Died 7 December 1661 Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Sources
Family Search
Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury
David Wheeler
Christened 18 Jan 1625 St Edmunds, Salisbury, Wiltshire, England

From Massachusetts Vital Records - note date is 11 May 1650

Married Sarah Wise 11 May 1650 Newbury, Essex, Massachusetts

second recording of their marriage, only the alternate date of 18 June 1650

Children: David, Sarah, Jonathan, Abigail, Jethro, Benjamin, William, Lydia, Mary, Joseph, John, Nathan
Life note: He didn't come to America with his folks, he came with a friend of his father aboard the "Confidence" in April of 1638
Died 1669 Rowley, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search
Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury
Mercy Wheeler
Christening 2 February 1627 Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Marriage: Silvanus Martin
Death: 28 March 1668
Sources
Family Search
Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury
Thomas Wheeler
Christened 13 Dec 1629 Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Married Mary Beckley
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search
Roger Wheeler
Christened 20 Feb 1631 St Edmund's, Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Married Mary Wilson 7 December 1653 Massachusetts
Children: Mary, Joseph, Josiah
Sources
Family Search
Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury
*Henry Wheeler
Christened 8 Feb 1634 St Edmunds, Salisbury, Wilt, England
Married Abigail Allen abt 1658 Massachusetts
Children: Henry, Abigail, William, Moses, Ann, James, Josiah, Nathaniel, Jeremiah, Ruth, Benjamin, Mary
Died 1686 Salisbury, Essex, Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search
Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury
Joseph Wheeler
Born 1636 Salisbury, Wiltshire, England
Married Susan Goldstone 1642
Died 13 Oct 1659 Massachusetts
Sources
Family Search
Death: Online book: The Old Families of Salisbury and Amesbury

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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."