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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

Thursday, December 12, 2013

(Squire) Humphrey Tiffany and Elizabeth

Note: Though the book "Tiffany's of America" was used as a source, it has many errors according to more reliable sources.

Pg. 1160 The Tiffanys of America

(Squire) Humphrey Tiffany
Parents: Henry Tiffany and Elizabeth
Born 4 Jun 1630 London, Middlesex, England
Note: Christened the same day
Military: American Revolution
Note: Captain Stafford's Company of Volunteers marched 16 Jul 1777 and returned 30 Jul 1777. Service 15 days. Company ordered to march by Major General Schuyler to reinforced troops under Colonel Warner at Manchester.
Married Elizabeth Baker abt 1661 Plymouth, Massachusetts
Occupation in England: Justice of the Peace
Immigrated to British America abt 1660
Died 15 Jul 1685 On road between Swansea and Boston, Massachusetts
Note: struck by lightning
Buried
Sources
Book: Representative Men and Old Families of Rhode Island: Genealogical Records Vol 1 Published by J.H. Beers & Co. Chicago, 1908 pages 246, 248
Book: The Tiffany's of America: History and Genealogy by Nelson Otis Tiffany, 1901
Book: New England Families by William Richard Cutter A.M., Vol 3, 1913, page 1160
Military: Book: Massachusetts Soldiers and Sailors in War of Revolution Volume 15 pages 737 and 741.
His birth date: http://boards.ancestry.com/surnames.tiffany/283/mb.ashx
More about him and his descendants: http://boards.ancestry.com/surnames.tiffany/439/mb.ashx
Elizabeth Baker (?)
Born 1640 Swansea, Massachusetts
Married 2) Mr. Ray after 1685
Died after 1685
Note: she was the executrix of her husband's will in Oct of 1685
Buried Massachusetts
Sources
Book: The Tiffany's of America: History and Genealogy by Nelson Otis Tiffany, 1901
Plymouth Colony Records Vol 4 page 51-54

CHILDREN

Ebenezer Tiffany
Born 1663 Rehoboth, Britstol, Massachusetts
Married Elizabeth (unknown surname)
Children: Ebenezer, Hezekiah, Catherine, Elizabeth, Eliezer, Ephraim, Seth, Sarah, William
Died 10 Feb 1747 Barrington, Rhode Island
Buried
Sources
Book: The Tiffany's of America: History and Genealogy page 135-139
http://wc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?op=GET&db=jbbullock&id=I30813

James Tiffany's children listed from Tiffany's in America

*James Tiffany
Born 1666 Milton, Norfolk, Massachusetts
21 Oct 1680: Lived with the Reverend Peter Thacher who taught him to read and write
1790: Moved from Swansea to Attleboro
Married 1) Bethia Eaton before 1687
Children: Elizabeth, Joseph, James, Samuel, Benjamin, Anna, Rebecca, Sarah, Mary, Martha, Lydia, Bathsheba, John
2) Elizabeth Fuller bef 1714
Children: Jonathan, Keziah, Althea, Noah
Died Between June 28 and July 26 1732
Buried
Sources
Book: Milton Records -- Births, Marriages and Deaths, 1662-1843, Town of Milton, Massachusetts. Page 62 Published by Alfred Mudge & Son Printers. Boston, Massachusetts, 1900
Book: The Tiffany's of America: History and Genealogy pages 4-6
Book: Tales of Our Ancestors by Eileen Hacking Lentz page 94
Thomas Tiffany
Born 11 Jun 1668 Milton, Norfolk, Massachusetts
Occupation: Town Clerk of Ashford, Connecticut 1721-1748
Moved 1698 from Swansea to Rhode Island and then to Ashford, Connecticut
Married Hannah abt 1689 Swansea, Massachusetts
Children: Eliezer, Thomas, Recompense, Isaiah, Edward, Nathaniel
Died 7 Mar 1734 Ashford, Connecticut
Buried
Sources
The New England Historical & Genealogical Register, 1847-2011
Book: The Tiffany's of America: History and Genealogy pages 120-133
Hezekiah Tiffany
Born 18 Aug 1670 Swansea, Massachusetts
Died 4 Dec 1685 Swansea River, Swansea, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
Book: The Tiffany's of America: History and Genealogy page 8
William Tiffany
Born 27 Feb 1672 Milton, Norfolk, Massachusetts
Married ?
Died 1694
Buried
Sources
http://wc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?op=GET&db=jbbullock&id=I30803
Consider Tiffany
Born 14 Jun 1675 Milton, Norfolk, Massachusetts
Married Abigail Niles 1696 New Shoreham, Rhode Island
Children: Elizabeth, Sarah, Nathan
Died 1708 Connecticut
Buried
Sources
Book: The Tiffany's of America: History and Genealogy pages 140-170
Ephraim Tiffany
Born 26 Dec 1677 Milton, Norfolk, Massachusetts
Married Bethia Tosh
Children: Samuel, Consider, Humphrey, Ephraim, Bethia, Mary, Ebenezer
Died 15 Jul 1727 Lyme, Connecticut
Buried
Sources
Genealogical Sketch of the Tiffany Family, By Ella F. Wright, 1904. (Ella was one of his descendants)
Chronicles of a Connecticut Farm 1769-1905 (this is a document regarding Ephraim Tiffany's land after his death where a Samuel Tiffany is listed as "heir-at-law" the land had a claim made against it by the Brown family upon Ephraim's death and Samuel had to pay 236 pounds).
Elizabeth Tiffany
Born 11 Apr 1680 Milton, Norfolk, Massachusetts
Married Supposedly Edward Paine, but highly doubtful. The reported marriage between Elizabeth Tiffany and Edward Paine didn't reportedly take place until 1724 - which would place her in her mid forties and having children until her 80's - not possible unless you are in the Bible. There has to be another Elizabeth Tiffany born among the next generation.
Died
Buried
Sources
http://wc.rootsweb.ancestry.com/cgi-bin/igm.cgi?op=GET&db=jbbullock&id=I30806
Sarah Tiffany
Born 6 Jul 1683 Milton, Norfolk, Massachusetts
Married ?
Died
Buried
Sources
Book: The Tiffany's of America: History and Genealogy in the Introduction

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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."