tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308834972024-03-13T19:06:49.642-04:00Pat and KathieBicoastal twins share their notes and thoughts about anything and everything.Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910422407911961084noreply@blogger.comBlogger393125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-61430805553146672762024-01-13T20:22:00.003-05:002024-01-14T17:48:45.401-05:00Isaiah Tolman: A Life in Three Acts<p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Finally, one hundred thirteen years and five generations later - a colonial Tolman ancestor not named Thomas!</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Act I. The Massachusetts years, an inheritance, two wives, and 13 children</b></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><b></b><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Isaiah Tolman (1721-1811),</b> the second son of <b><a href="https://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2023/03/our-four-thomas-tolmans_26.html">Thomas IV</a></b> and <b>Mary Rice Tolman</b>, born in the Dorchester New Grant (later Stoughton and then Canton), must have been quite the character and adventurer, and undoubtedly, a super-ager. Despite inheriting wealth in his forties, Isaiah left a comfortable life in Massachusetts to move his entire family to the edge of Anglo-European civilization in Maine, and later to Matinicus, the most remote island off the East Coast when he was almost 70.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Isaiah’s father, <b>Thomas Tolman IV</b>, died young at 34 in 1724. Isaiah, only two years old at the time, his brother Thomas V, 5, and sister Mary not yet born when Dad died, went into guardianship in 1726. Isaiah first went with his uncle, Nathaniel, of Needham, then to Edward Glover of Milton, MA, when he was nine. Meanwhile, his mother remarried in 1725 to Joseph Hartwell of Stoughton, MA, and had another six children. The eldest of those, Elizabeth, married Roger Sherman, the only signer of four of the great papers of the United States - the Continental Association, Declaration of Independence, Articles of Confederation, and Constitution.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">A probate hearing for his father’s estate in 1742 when Isaiah was 21, split a handsome amount of one thousand eighty-five pounds between Isaiah and brother Thomas V after paying 10% to their sister, Mary.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Isaiah married 19-year-old Hannah Fuller in 1745, and they had eight children over the next 13 years while living in Stoughton. Hannah died the day following birth of the twins, and neither twin survived.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Children of Isaiah and Hannah Fuller:</p><ol class="ol1"><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Hannah Tolman (July 1746- ) married 43 year-old William Stone at age 23, died in Kennebec, ME, date unknown.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Mary Tolman (May 1747- ) married Constant Rankin from Old York, ME, in 1775 and they had at least 9 children. Constant served in the Continental Army during the Revolution, stationed at Camden and St. George.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Isaiah Tolman, Jr. (1751-1823) married <b>Elizabeth Gregory</b> from Clam Cove. Their home on Old County Road is still standing in Rockland. Isaiah Jr. built the first tavern in East Thomaston on King’s Trail, now Lake Ave, and he and Elizabeth ran it for 25 years. His house burned in 1792 and with the help of his brother, Curtis, he rebuilt on the west side of Tolman’s Pond.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Jeremiah Tolman (1753-1827) married Martha Calderwood who was raised in Vinalhaven, an island off the coast of Maine. Jeremiah was a private in the Continental Army in 1778-79.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Samuel Tolman (1755-1826) married <b>Experience Gregory</b>, sister to Isaiah’s wife. He served as a private in the Continental Army in 1778.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Experience Tolman (1756-1803) married Ezra. Bowen, six children, died in Union, ME, age 47.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Elijah Tolman (1758-1758), twin, did not survive</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Esther Tolman (1758-1758), twin, did not survive</li></ol><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Left with the care of six children after the death of Hannah in 1758, all ages 12 and under, 38 year-old Isaiah Sr. remarried a year later to 20 year-old <b>5th GGM</b> <b>Margaret Robbins</b> of Sharon, Massachusetts. Five more children were born in Stoughton:</p><ol class="ol1"><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Lucy Tolman (1760-1846) married Deacon Job Ingraham of Gloucester who served six months in the Continental Army in 1776; resided in Rockland.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Curtis Tolman (1762-1852) married Ann Harrington and also served in the Continental Army protecting Camden and St. George in 1779-80.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Melia Tolman (1764-1860) married William Gregory, brother of Isaiah Tolman Jr.’s Elizabeth and Samuel Tolman’s. William was a captain in the militia. The family resided in Camden.<b> </b></li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Elijah Tolman (1766- ) married Sally Woodward in 1797; resided and died in Camden.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Catherine “Katie” Tolman (1766-aft 1820) married Dr. Isaac Bernard, the Camden’s first physician who came to town in 1787, likely from the Boston area. The History of Camden notes "he lived at the harbor for five to six years, moved to the river, and afterwards shifted his quarters to different places, continuing but a short time in the same town.” He enlisted in the militia<b> </b>June 19, 1775, two days after the battle of Bunker Hill. When the War of 1812 came to Maine In 1813, Isaac organized the cavalry composed of men from Camden and Thomaston for defense of Camden. He and Katie had at least six children.</li></ol><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Act II.</b> <b>A Whale of a Move</b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In 1765, forty five-year-old Isaiah paid a visit to the area of what is now Thomaston, Maine, and purchased five hundred acres of wilderness around a lake adjacent to the Camden line, first called Tolman’s Pond and now Chickawaukie Lake. His brother-in-law, William Gregory of the Walpole, MA, area, had earlier moved at the close of the French and Indian War in 1762 to St. George’s Fort, that peninsular arm that extends south from Thomaston. Isaiah<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and Margaret moved from Stoughton to the area north of the Gregorys in 1769, taking with them eleven kids ranging in age from 23 to Catherine who was less than a year old.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Another son, Nathaniel, was born within the year, followed by the birth of our 4th GGM, <b>Margaret “Peggy”</b> in 1773, and then yet another four children, Abigail, Isaac, Luther, and Olive.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGdBJR4o5WcGMF8tsb_Kbwg5LGMD_UJGjQ_UCGUWdBtsDdS7zcOFBS5oc6CzMc6s6ruAp6Wan0kB5rlPkKdB23DE36pVQLC8n1acI6l2l3rHYOgPF0UZLQQIZRTDGv9L7D_TQ95fQfon5uwT_3OtiqU8mfg9bx_ZCd9dadlSpLiRlBFuaB5lFhQ/s640/Screenshot%202024-01-13%20at%204.48.37%20PM.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="637" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGdBJR4o5WcGMF8tsb_Kbwg5LGMD_UJGjQ_UCGUWdBtsDdS7zcOFBS5oc6CzMc6s6ruAp6Wan0kB5rlPkKdB23DE36pVQLC8n1acI6l2l3rHYOgPF0UZLQQIZRTDGv9L7D_TQ95fQfon5uwT_3OtiqU8mfg9bx_ZCd9dadlSpLiRlBFuaB5lFhQ/s320/Screenshot%202024-01-13%20at%204.48.37%20PM.jpeg" width="319" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Map of Coastal Maine and Matinicus</td></tr></tbody></table><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Settling the Brood in to New Territory</b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Isaiah’s land was part of St. George Plantation when he arrived, later incorporated to form Thomaston, which also<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>included what is today’s Rockland and South Thomaston. His area split off from Thomaston to become East Thomaston in 1848, and renamed Rockland in 1850. Isaiah was the first pioneer settler of Rockland, Maine, not to be confused with Rockport on the other side of Camden. It’s all confusing. I have trouble keeping it straight myself.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">With the help of his older sons, Isaiah built a large log cabin as well as saw and grist mills near his home on the outlet of the pond. Isaiah’s occupation was blacksmith, perhaps learned from his apprenticeship at age nine, but he had a thriving business with the farm and mills, all run with the help of his sons. The farm provided cattle, sheep, and hogs, not only for food but also wool for clothing and tallow for candles. With the close of the French and Indian war, few Indigenous remained in the area and the threat was mostly bears. Even these receded as Isaiah and sons cleared the land by burning.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Isaiah was actively involved in the affairs of the developing town of Thomaston. Serving on town committees during the Revolution qualified him as a patriot with the Daughters of the American Revolution.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>The Babies Keep Coming</b></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Margaret and Isaiah had six more children born in Thomaston, (now Rockland since 1850):</p><ol class="ol1"><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Nathaniel Tolman (1770- ) died young.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Margaret “Peggy” Tolman, our 4th GGM</b>, (1773-1829) moved to Matinicus at age 17 and a year later married Captain Joseph Young, son of <b>5th GGF Abraham Young</b>.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Abigail Tolman (1775- ) was old at 32 years old when she married George Johnson in 1808, but still had two children. They resided in Camden and Rockland. In 1850 the couple was living with a son in Rockland; Abigail is buried in Glen Cove in the town of Rockport. Evidence indicates Abigail did not move to Matinicus with the family in 1790.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Isaac Tolman (1778-1855) moved with his father to Matinicus and married Eunice Young, daughter of our <b>5th GGF Abraham Young, </b>an early settler on the Island. Age 12 when he moved to Matinicus and living there his entire life, the island was all he knew.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Luther Tolman (1780-1824) moved to Matinicus when he was 10 and married Jane Young, another daughter of <b>5th GGF Abraham Young. </b>Jane moved off the island after Luther died by drowning at the young age of 44.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Olive Tolman (1783- ), seven years old when she moved to the island, married John Hall, a descendant of the original settlers, when she was 17. They moved to the mainland before the 1830 census.</li></ol><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Remember the Gregorys that moved to St. Georges, then Clam Cove, just before the Tolmans? Three of the older mainland Tolman siblings married Gregory siblings, I.e, first cousin marriages. The Tolman siblings’ mother was <b>5th GGM Margaret Robbins</b> and the Gregory siblings’ mother her sister, Experience Robbins, both daughters of Ebenezer Robbins of Walpole.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Further, of the four younger Tolmans who moved with their father to Matinicus, three married <b>Young</b> siblings, kids of our <b>5th GGF Abraham Young</b>. Altogether, seven sibling pair marriages. Sure cuts down on the number of in-laws.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Winding down in Rockland . . .</b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In 1783, sixty two year-old Isaiah must have been feeling his mortality when he conveyed to the town one acre of farm land on a hill for a burial ground, Tolman’s Cemetery.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The last record for Margaret is the birth of her last child in 1783, the same year Isaiah created the cemetery. She was not in the 1790 census which shows a household in Matinicus with one male over 16 (Isaiah), two males under 16 (Isaac and Luther), and three females (Olive, Abigail, and Peggy). Margaret would have been only 44 years old if she died with the birth of the last child, and about 50 if she died just before the 1790 census. Isaiah’s conveyance of land for a cemetery in 1783 would lend evidence to serious illness or death around the same time. Eleven children in 24 years of marriage, raising an additional six step-children, and move to the wilderness - it’s a wonder she didn’t wear out sooner.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Isaiah conveyed his grist and sawmills to his son Samuel and divided his land among his sons in preparation for yet another life move.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Act III. Moving on to Matinicus, Two More Children</b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In 1790, the 69 year-old widower purchased 140 acres of the northwest part <a href="https://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2023/03/two-families-one-remote-island.html" target="_blank">Matinicus Isle</a> and relocated with the younger children - Isaac, Luther, Olive, and Peggy. The rest of the family, by now adults, remained on the mainland.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Isaiah married another wife on Matinicus in 1796, Jane Philbrook, and had two children:</p><ol class="ol1"><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Lydia Tolman (1802-1868), married Samuel Haskell from Matinicus; at some point the couple moved to Knox on the mainland.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b></b>Other child, died young.</li></ol><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In 1790, twelve families lived on Matinicus 22 miles off the coast of Maine, many making a living by lobstering and fishing. Sheep and cattle grazed on the 1 mile by 2 mile island, but there was little in the way of trees. Wells had to be dug for water. The only way to the mainland was by boat and, other than a small private airport, remains the main connection.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The unanswered questions remain. What drove Isaiah to leave Rockland where he had labored for twenty years to carve out a pioneer farm and raise his large family? And to choose Matinicus where he had no family, life was harsh, he was old, and he had four young children to raise?</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Nothing lasts forever . . .</b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Altogether, Isaiah had three wives and 21 children. Four died young, but the rest survived to adulthood and had large families. Eleven remained on the Tolman property in Rockland; none moved out of the coastal Maine area during their generation.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The house and sawmills in Rockland passed down to Samuel were sold at some point to a buyer outside the family. In 1850 the once-prosperous family farm was sold to Rockland to be used as the county poor farm. The house was demolished in the late 1950s.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The Matinicus land and house would have passed to sons Luther and Isaac who stayed on the island the rest of their lives. The daughters married and eventually moved back to the mainland.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">in December 1791, our <b>4th GGM Margaret “Peggy” Tolman</b>,<b> </b>who accompanied her father to the island as a 17 year old, married <b>Joseph Young</b> who was born and raised on Matinicus. She bore five children on the island - the first just 5 months after marriage. A little hanky-panky on the island, methinks. Her third-born was our <b>3rd GGM Harriet Young</b> who married <b><a href="https://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2023/02/our-ancestral-packards.html" target="_blank">3rd GGF Samuel Packard</a></b>, and two generations later is our grandmother, <b><a href="https://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2012/10/young-alice-packard-studley-1891-1921.html" target="_blank">Alice Packard Studley</a>.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></b></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><b></b><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The year following Isaiah’s death, Peggy and Joseph relocated to Lincolnville on the mainland where their last child was born in 1814, and then to Rockport. Peggy was returned to Isaiah’s Rockland farm to be buried in the Tolman Cemetery at her death in 1829, age 56.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Misinformation is contagious</b></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><b></b><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Somewhere along the line, the family and history lost track of Isaiah’s age. Upon his death, newspapers along Maine’s coast, and down as far as Boston and Newark, published Isaiah’s death notice with information he was 104 years old, born in 1707.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>. . . the same old gentleman we mentioned in our paper last year as having visited Boston, and walked up to the Cupola of the new statehouse. He then retained all his faculties and could read without spectacles . . .</i></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">At some point the death date became established as 1825 and his age 104 since his birth record in Walpole, MA, showed he was born in 1721.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">A headstone in the Matinicus cemetery shows crudely chiseled, “Isaiah Tolman, 1825”, likely done by a later generation who had access to news articles, but not his birth record.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KFOIyXbuIrHra4j0Iey2cP8GgMCJrsVuScFHu5XJHKA1tlPvBpoGg5WTIljnlNTpM1QUTKdRohhKRjSmf5t63IMrTKBAZyhBLd3YXpFCpYQWvdUucf3OyulvK22Z_YDRHy3me0yhtFrUDdMD6yWJWyg4pnHaKKKHroMg3Qc7zkuK_1Ud_aSczg/s364/83962308_132746984910.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="364" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KFOIyXbuIrHra4j0Iey2cP8GgMCJrsVuScFHu5XJHKA1tlPvBpoGg5WTIljnlNTpM1QUTKdRohhKRjSmf5t63IMrTKBAZyhBLd3YXpFCpYQWvdUucf3OyulvK22Z_YDRHy3me0yhtFrUDdMD6yWJWyg4pnHaKKKHroMg3Qc7zkuK_1Ud_aSczg/w400-h325/83962308_132746984910.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From FindaGrave, Isaiah Tolman 1721-1825</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="text-decoration-line: underline;">Maine Families in 1790</span> and Long’s <span class="s1" style="text-decoration-line: underline;">Matinicus Isle: Its Story and Its People</span> give a death date of 1825. Countless Ancestry profiles note a death date 1825. His death date with the Daughters of the American Revolution as a patriot is 1825. The Lady Knox DAR chapter erected a monument and bronze plaque in the Tolman Cemetery with a death date in 1825, indeed specifically November 15, 1825. How could it be otherwise?</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBxOiIAAwogJImYvKpgNBsOwEhuo9c5WmSPLQNRfNOYP4uCpxhqP5JRo68tGafLfIM75EDLqMSCxAQ5j0o-3baACdfuZS1iJtlmop8mN9CLSQlT52xuyaIVA11kKuiyFcOH-8P0SSge1xpyQedQxy_Z9BOr2LINmcFt9zNwK_d_znH6QMfcpFnA/s640/83962308_6fb2b4c5-ce1f-4d1e-a229-2a21e45ec1cf.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="528" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBxOiIAAwogJImYvKpgNBsOwEhuo9c5WmSPLQNRfNOYP4uCpxhqP5JRo68tGafLfIM75EDLqMSCxAQ5j0o-3baACdfuZS1iJtlmop8mN9CLSQlT52xuyaIVA11kKuiyFcOH-8P0SSge1xpyQedQxy_Z9BOr2LINmcFt9zNwK_d_znH6QMfcpFnA/w330-h400/83962308_6fb2b4c5-ce1f-4d1e-a229-2a21e45ec1cf.jpeg" width="330" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTACJnGK4PyH6lY3dpRmFiSzxhyvVlOzbHw_JEJlRRR1MlExHw28yp3whgIfZ260q8KEkNn3Y3UZgOJoBpni2pBa7jz-zUqg2HfDaDV0GjsrIJ9vOqbb4GZYvyb3UoVDZj-F_iTumHV4n0vMziqXZTvCFa0g8VDu9d7ndjetkFucrIrTfmHNd6vg/s640/83962308_7f31c6a5-781e-44a2-9b02-0b50840bc210.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="609" data-original-width="640" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTACJnGK4PyH6lY3dpRmFiSzxhyvVlOzbHw_JEJlRRR1MlExHw28yp3whgIfZ260q8KEkNn3Y3UZgOJoBpni2pBa7jz-zUqg2HfDaDV0GjsrIJ9vOqbb4GZYvyb3UoVDZj-F_iTumHV4n0vMziqXZTvCFa0g8VDu9d7ndjetkFucrIrTfmHNd6vg/s320/83962308_7f31c6a5-781e-44a2-9b02-0b50840bc210.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isaiah Tolman monument placed by Lady Knox DAR Chapter</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The problem? Fast forward to our digital days when old newspaper articles are instantly available, and I found all the newspaper death notices were published . . .<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>in April 1811. Surely, a mistake somewhere here. Then I came across ads placed by his widow and executor, Jane, in a mainland newspaper, The Castine Eagle, dated July 6, 1811 requesting <i>“all persons who are indebted to the said deceased’s estate to make immediate payment, and those who have any demands therein, to exhibit the same for settlement.”</i></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><i></i><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaka7x4GDVJ9tS-G7yJZ4zvsg4-SfFKeRCVq6L3N_X0XbB65LdfARLv67GJhe8tMZ3SUTlinRPiv8D-K0wpZl7u_t6_YEAazpwH_hy19vfZp_S5vYoWmenSN5gU91eazF7j3IvtFP1VgC9w0kTA_HhjHFsZ2kSaPy8Fyof19C-ziR1OF5Y5N75g/s397/Centinel_Of_Freedom_1811-06-04,%20Isaiah%20Tolman%20death%20notice,%20Neward,%20NJ.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="245" data-original-width="397" height="246" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaka7x4GDVJ9tS-G7yJZ4zvsg4-SfFKeRCVq6L3N_X0XbB65LdfARLv67GJhe8tMZ3SUTlinRPiv8D-K0wpZl7u_t6_YEAazpwH_hy19vfZp_S5vYoWmenSN5gU91eazF7j3IvtFP1VgC9w0kTA_HhjHFsZ2kSaPy8Fyof19C-ziR1OF5Y5N75g/w400-h246/Centinel_Of_Freedom_1811-06-04,%20Isaiah%20Tolman%20death%20notice,%20Neward,%20NJ.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Death notice in Newark, NJ, Centinental, April 1811</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The actual birth record in 1721 and death notices in 1811 establish his true date of death and age, 89 years old. Even if not 104, that the old gentleman had all his faculties, could read without spectacles, and was able to walk up to the cupola of the Boston statehouse in the year before his death should qualify him as a super-ager.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p>Katharinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13650585497073694906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-69254791101954849942023-03-26T23:25:00.012-04:002023-03-28T16:22:19.423-04:00Our Thomas Tolmans, Four in a Row<p><span style="font-family: Arial;">Tollman “He who collects the King’s levy.”</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">This is a story of a dynasty built by a Great Migration immigrant of 1635, of opportunity taken and hard work given, wives who produced up to a dozen children, slavery, and genocide of Native Americans.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">We have a genealogist’s nightmare here - four consecutive generations of grandfathers all named Thomas. 9th GGF Thomas Sr. (1608-1690), 8th GGF Thomas Jr. (1633-1718), 7th GGF Thomas III (1665-1738), and 6th GGF Thomas IV (1689-1724). All were still alive when the youngest Thomas was born.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Thomas Tolman, Sr.</b> <b>(1608-1690) and Sarah, 9th GGPs</b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Born in 1608 in Lancaster, Lancashire, England, <b>Thomas</b> was about 27 years old in 1635 when he, wife <b>Sarah</b>, and two young children joined the second wave of immigrants to Dorchester, Massachusetts. He and Sarah married in England in about 1630.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Lancaster is situated on the west coast of England where the River Lune opens into the Irish Sea. When the Tolmans lived there, Lancaster would have been market town and the site of an old Roman fort, the medieval Norman Priory of St. Mary, and the Lancaster Castle built by Elizabeth I. The red rose of the15th c. War of the Roses symbolized the House of Lancaster.</i></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The first wave of Puritans arrived in Dorchester in 1630 and set up a church/meeting house on Meeting House Hill by 1633. Richard Mather, progenitor of the Mather preachers including Cotton and Increase and a famous preacher in his own right, joined the Puritan exodus in 1635 after he was suspended from the Anglican Church for non-conformity, and Thomas’ family was in this group. Mather was recruited for the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>town’s First Church in Dorchester (originally Calvinist Puritan, now Unitarian Universalist), and served as their minister during the lifetimes of Thomas Sr. and Jr. until his death in 1669.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas Sr.’s name was added to the Dorchester Church Covenant in 1636. He was appointed receiver of all goods arriving for unknown parties in 1639 and made freeman May 1640. His occupation was listed as wheelwright on one of his deeds, and early town records in 1654 show the town paid him a pound for wheels for the “gun,” presumably a cannon.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In 1636, a group of about 60 people left Dorchester en masse and trekked overland to an English trading outpost on the Connecticut River subsequently named Windsor. That left available land in Dorchester for those who arrived in the Richard Mather contingent.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The original Tolman property is part of today’s Garvey Park in Dorchester, South Boston, south of Tolman Street. Thomas’s youngest son and his heirs lived there for more than 200 years.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas Sr. had land not only in old Dorchester, but also grazing and farm lands on Pine Neck. As land became limited with growth of the community, he acquired forest and meadowlands in what later became Canton when the English forcibly moved the Praying Indians to Deer Island after King Phillip’s War. His large tract of land west of Old Dorchester reportedly extended a length of seven miles. Today’s Canton is among the country's most wealthy, affluent, and exclusive communities and, more importantly, headquarters for Dunkin’ Donuts.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Children of Thomas Tolman Sr. and Sarah:</p><ol class="ol1"><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Mary, b.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>In Lancaster, England 1631/32, married Henry Collins, six children, died 1722 in Lynn, age 91.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>THOMAS Jr</b>, b. 1633 in Lancaster, England, soldier in King Phillip’s War, married <b>Elizabeth Johnson</b> of Lynn, MA, 5 children, died 1718, age 85.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Sarah, b. 1636 in Dorchester, married Henry Leadbetter, 8 children, died before 1691, the year Henry remarried.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Hannah, b. 1638 in Dorchester, married 1) George Lyon, and 2) William Blake, died 1729 in Milton, age 91, five children.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">John, b. 1642 in Dorchester, also a wheelwright and freeman in Lynn, soldier in King Phillip’s War in 1676 and selectman of Dorchester for several years; married 1) 1666 in Lynn to Elizabeth Collins (sister to Mary’s Henry above). She died 1690 and he married 2) Mary Breck. John and Elizabeth had nine children over a period of 20 years and she died 3 years after the last; he died 1724 in Lynn, age 82.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Ruth, christened 1644 in Dorchester, married Isaac Ryall, carpenter who built the First Church of Dorchester. Isaac and Ruth had five children. She died 1681 in Dorchester, age 37, a year after her last child was born.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Rebekah, b. 1647 in Dorchester, married James Tucker, died in Milton sometime after her father’s will 1688, five children. James was son of an immigrant from England. Reportedly, Queen Elizabeth I conveyed a manor in Gravesend to the Tucker grandfather in 1572.</li></ol><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyHOHQUitX6H_nxKfIPSUZZVIJC3RWe51mpQzVD1ZI037TTjBFKqfUZXlSaHxF9KMDkDFpP0CXbRgMSGVp8NUfMGbbbE-nIEInML0Lu2pUVSYQYTDRa4dJCdNOsqmIckYLVfBIjP-xyQ3M8Zkh7A-aOP4AEXSZzDfY2u1ZiZZKt-T4nBukM4/s176/20180226_142131.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="176" data-original-width="141" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcyHOHQUitX6H_nxKfIPSUZZVIJC3RWe51mpQzVD1ZI037TTjBFKqfUZXlSaHxF9KMDkDFpP0CXbRgMSGVp8NUfMGbbbE-nIEInML0Lu2pUVSYQYTDRa4dJCdNOsqmIckYLVfBIjP-xyQ3M8Zkh7A-aOP4AEXSZzDfY2u1ZiZZKt-T4nBukM4/w256-h320/20180226_142131.jpeg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First Church of Dorchester,<br /> built by Thomas Jr.'s son-n-law<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;">Built by Ruth’s husband, Isaac Ryall in 1670 on the site of the original meetinghouse, the church houses the oldest congregation in the boundaries of Boston. The original parishioners were the “first wave” of Puritans to Dorchester in 1630 and the first church a log cabin with thatched roof; this was the congregation to which Thomas and family belonged.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas and Sarah had at least 38 grandchildren. Sarah died in 1677 in Dorchester, age 65, and Thomas lived another 13 years.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In his 1690 will, Thomas Sr. gave money and household goods to the daughters, and land to the two sons. <b>Thomas Jr. </b>received the dwelling house and barn, a “great chub axe,” and meadows and uplands already conveyed at Jr.’s marriage. John, also a wheelwright, received meadows and uplands as well as iron hoops for wheels.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Find-a-Grave erroneously lists Thomas Sr. and Sarah buried at the Canton Corner Cemetery, but this is unlikely as the cemetery wasn’t opened until the early 1700s. Thomas and Sarah are likely buried in the historic Dorchester North Burying Ground at Upham’s Corner.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Thomas Tolman, Jr. (1633-1718) and Elizabeth Johnson (1638-1720), 8th GGPs</b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Thomas Tolman, Jr.</b>, was one of the <b>Thomas Sr.</b> and <b>Sarah’s</b> two children who crossed the Atlantic as a toddler in 1635. He married <b>Elizabeth Johnson</b> of Lynn, Massachusetts in 1654.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Elizabeth’s father, our 9th GGF </i><b><i>Richard Johnson</i></b><i>, (1612-1666) was an immigrant to Watertown, Massachusetts, in 1630 and moved to Lynn, Massachusetts, about 12 miles north of Dorchester. As an immigrant, 18 year-old Richard first lived with Sir Richard Saltonstall, an older gentleman who led a group of English settlers up the Charles River to settle in Watertown. Sir Richard had been knighted in 1618 by James I, son of Mary Queen of Scots, and in his mid-forties brought his family to the Watertown area to set up the Saltonstall Plantation. Our Richard Johnson was perhaps his servant or aide, but after one winter in Massachusetts Sir Saltonstall threw in the towel and returned to England with his family, except for two sons and Richard. Richard, a farmer, was admitted as a freeman to Watertown in 1637, but moved to Lynn the same year. He received a grant of 30 acres in Lynn the following year.</i></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas’ occupation listed in his will was a wheelwright as was his father, an important trade for a colonial town, and he engaged in farming as well. He received ten acres in Great Lots of Dorchester in 1668, likely from his father for his marriage, and the family homestead and other meadows in his father’s will.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Both Thomas and his brother, John, served in King Phillip’s War of 1675-78. They were part of the Dorchester company who pursued King Phillip during the summer of 1676 leading to his death.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Massasoit, a Wampanoag chief, had an alliance with the Plymouth colonists that grew out of a peace treaty in 1621, but the Europeans continued to encroach on Indian lands. His son, Metacomet, who took the name King Phillip, led the Wampanoag against Massachusetts settlers, a rebellion that extended throughout New England and beyond Metacomet’s death in 1676. Atrocities were committed on both sides. King Phillip was shot and killed in Mount Hope, Rhode Island in August 1676 after he was tracked down by Captain Benjamin Church.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>His dead body was hung, beheaded, drawn and quartered, and his head placed on a spike in the Plymouth colony for two decades.</i></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><i></i><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Captain Church is our 8th great-uncle, grandson of Mayflower Richard Warren, and commander of the first Ranger company in America. His military tactics are still used by the US Army Rangers.</i></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><i></i><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Children of Thomas Tolman, Jr, and Elizabeth Johnson:</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">1. <b>Thomas Tolman III,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></b> b. 1665 in Dorchester, married <b>Experience Adams in</b>1689 in Bridgewater, d. 1738 in Stoughton; 7 children</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">2. Daniel Tolman, b. 1668, Dorchester, died in infancy</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">3. Mary Tolman, b. 1671, Dorchester, married Ebenezer Crane of Milton, a cordwainer (shoemaker) and tanner in Milton; Mary died 1759 in Milton, 12 children</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">4. Samuel Tolman, b. 1676 in Dorchester; in 1704 married Experience Clapp who died in 1726 and Samuel married secondly Patience Humfrey of Dorchester; 12 children.</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">5. Daniel Tolman, b. 1679 in Dorchester, married Sarah Humphries in 1708 in Dorchester, died 1761, 4 children.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas made his will in 1711 several years before his death, leaving his “mansion house,” barn and gardens as well as his slave to Elizabeth. In 1718, the year of his death, he added an amendment, "my cattle I intend and comprehend in the moveables given her (Elizabeth), and the power to dispose of the same, and of my man servant, either by sale, testament or deed of gift to whom she will." All in the same sentence ... you may sell my cattle and my slave. Slavery ended in Massachusetts in 1783.</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Substantial land went to his sons, including 60 acres in what later became Canton to Thomas III. He made an interesting, but not uncommon, provision that, should any of the kids dislike what they had been given such as to cause contention, half their inheritance would be taken away and divided among the others!</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas Jr. died in 1718, age 85, and Elizabeth in December 1726, at age 82. Both are buried in Dorchester North Burying Ground.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Thomas Tolman III (1665-1738) and Experience Adams (1663-1762), 7th GGPs</b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Dorchester was first settled by Puritans in 1630, and our Tolmans arrived in 1635. The town centered around the First Church of Dorchester, but began to spread out and encroach further on lands belonging to indigenous Machuseusett whose population severely declined from infectious disease and violence from the colonial settlers. The large area of Dorchester was diminished piece by piece by creation of other towns, including Stoughton (incorporated from Dorchester in 1726), Sharon (incorporated in 1765), and Canton (incorporated in 1797 from Stoughton) and finally what was left was annexed to Boston in 1870. So, land and grants held by the Tolmans originally identified as being in Dorchester might be part of Boston or later be in the towns identified as Stoughton, Sharon and Canton.</i></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas III, the firstborn and first son of Thomas Jr. and Elizabeth, was a yeoman, meaning a non-slaveholding, small landowning, family farmer as contrasted with a planter who might have hundreds of acres.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas III married <b>Experience Adams</b> of Boston in 1689 and they lived in Dorchester until settling around 1713 on the 60 acres given to him by his father in what finally became Canton. He is identified as a yeoman in deeds.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Experience was the daughter of 8th GGPs <b>Henry Adams</b> of Boston and<b> Mary Pittee</b> of Weymouth, married in Boston in 1663. Mary’s father, William, was an early settler of Weymouth in 1638; Henry Adams background is unknown.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">They had seven children over the next 18 years. It’s hard to imagine having seven pregnancies, much less strung out over 18 years, but this is a relatively small family for the times. In 1713, 48 year-old Thomas, Elizabeth and all the children, even adult, moved to the area of Dorchester New Grant that became first Stoughton and finally Canton; all except Nathaniel who became a physician in Needham. In those days, one didn’t need to go to medical school to be a doctor, but merely to apprentice to a doctor for a period of 3 years.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas III and Experience children were all born in Dorchester:</p><ol class="ol1"><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Thomas IV</b>, b. abt. 1689, married <b>Mary Rice</b>, died 1724</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Nathaniel, b. 1691, moved to Needham, MA, where he was a physician, and died 1729 at the young age of 38 and his widow died soon after. Their four children were placed in guardianships. Four grandsons were soldiers in the Revolution; one son was severely wounded at the Lexington alarm.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Timothy, b. 1693, married Elizabeth Wadsworth of Milton, died age 80.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">David, b. 1695, married Prudence Redman, died age 50.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Mary, b. 1697, married Joseph Hartwell, died 1782 in Stoughton, soon to become Canton in 1797.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Bliss, b. 1704, married twice, to Mary and then Judith, died age 71</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Experience, b. 1707, married Silas Crane; they died a day apart in 1753 and were buried in one grave in Canton Cemetery.</li></ol><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas III, 73, died in 1738 in Stoughton. Church records note “November 6, 1738, Thomas Tolman, our aged brother, fell down dead at his work.” Widow Experience lived another 24 years until 1762 “in ye 99th year of her age.” They are both buried at Canton Corners Cemetery. Thomas left no will, but had already distributed his considerable land to his heirs.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Thomas Tolman IV (1689-1724) and Mary Rice (c. 1695-1782), 6th GGPs</b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas IV does not have a birth or baptismal record. His gravestone inscription reads “Here lyes Ye Body of Thomas Tolman, Dyed 3rd Feb 1724 in Ye 35th Year of his Age,” and from this we can extrapolate he was born in 1689. At the time of his birth, then, all four generations were still living - his 1st GGF Thomas Sr. who died in 1690, his GGF Thomas Jr. who died in 1718, his grandfather Thomas III who died in 1738, and little Thomas IV.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas married 19 year-old Mary Rice from Dedham in 1714. Their firstborn, Thomas V, died in his first two years, soon followed by another child who bore the name Thomas V in 1718, our <b>5th GGF Isaiah</b>, and a daughter Mary, born after her father’s death in 1724.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas IV died young at only 34 years of age, very possibly from the smallpox epidemic which was so severe in Boston in 1721 the entire population fled the city taking it to surrounding areas and the other colonies. Cotton Mather - remember him from above? - used his pulpit to encourage the new technique of smallpox inoculation, “variolation" to lessen the severity of the disease.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Sons Thomas V and Isaiah were only five and two years old at the time of their father’s death and daughter Mary not yet born. All three children went into guardianship; that of Isaiah was granted to his uncle, Nathaniel, when he was four and to an Edward Glover in 1730 when he was nine years old.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Probate records show Thomas IV was a husbandman and his possessions included a sword and other arms, cattle, sheep and swing, and 120 acres with a house and barn in Stoughton. He owed a debt to John Rice, Mary’s father.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>'Yeoman' and 'husbandman' and Middle English occupation terms, with husbandman being a slightly lower rank than yeoman. Both were gradually replaced in the later 18th and 19th centuries by ‘farmer.’</i></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><i></i><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The probate inventory was submitted to the court in 1728 and by that time Mary’s name was Hartwell. The widowed Mary whose three young children had gone into guardianship married Joseph Hartwell a little less than two years after Thomas IV’s death and had another six children.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">A petition that evidently led to another probate hearing in 1742 was signed by Joseph Hartwell, husband of Thomas’ wife Mary. By this time <b>5th GGF Isaiah</b> has turned<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>21 and soon to be married. Thomas III’s real estate was valued at one thousand eighty five pounds which Isaiah and brother Thomas split evenly after paying one hundred eighty pounds to their sister, Mary.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Children of Thomas IV and Mary, all born in Dorchester New Grant, later to become Stoughton (1726) and Canton (1797):</p><ol class="ol1"><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas V, b. 1716, died 1718.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thomas V, b. 1718, married Hannah Shepard, d. 1767 in Stoughton, age 48. Probate identified his occupation as husbandman.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Isaiah</b>, b. 1721, married 1) Hannah Fuller by whom he had eight children, 2) <b>5th GGM Margaret Robbins </b>by whom he had 10 children, and lastly to Jane Philbrook, by whom he had one child. His father’s probate in 1742 indicates Isaiah is a blacksmith, but with his inheritance he became a wealthy farmer. He moved to Thomaston, Maine<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>in 1769 at age 48, and to the isolated Matinicus Isle in 1790 where he died at age 90 in 1811.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Mary, b. 1724 after her father’s death, married Nathaniel Reynolds, died in Sidney, Kennebec County, Maine in 1806.</li></ol><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Elizabeth Hartwell, the eldest of<b> 6th GGM Mary Rice Tolman’s</b> children with 2nd husband, Joseph Hartwell (1726-1760), became the wife of Roger Sherman who began as a shoemaker in Stoughton and rose to become an astute businessman and lawyer in Milford, Connecticut, and the only signer of four of the great papers of the United States - the Continental Association, Declaration of Independence, Articles of Confederation, and Constitution.</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqjQ8IVtKq29zz4HnrtLM6mPeFk4xB191Pxakx4rrQqIX8RVPRvXEmkCaFm7RlKjE1M5EZW60eGHJI-NDymH0h7ELcaaUF_oKA5wggncJgNkWfk8PeGJFykcdwcs6GX6M139Muqjw681apvtP0B1uqdjDWZxMD2XnO1wXe5Ja2bHl1gt8sgo/s387/26829281_121085130543.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="387" data-original-width="250" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicqjQ8IVtKq29zz4HnrtLM6mPeFk4xB191Pxakx4rrQqIX8RVPRvXEmkCaFm7RlKjE1M5EZW60eGHJI-NDymH0h7ELcaaUF_oKA5wggncJgNkWfk8PeGJFykcdwcs6GX6M139Muqjw681apvtP0B1uqdjDWZxMD2XnO1wXe5Ja2bHl1gt8sgo/s320/26829281_121085130543.jpg" width="207" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thomas Tolman IV<br />“Here lyes Ye Body of Thomas Tolman, <br />Dyed 3rd Feb 1724 in <br />Ye 35th Year of his Age,”</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p class="p1" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Next: Isaiah and his daughter, Margaret "Peggy" Tolman, the last of our Tolman line.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: Arial; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p>Katharinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13650585497073694906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-41021284440297401012023-03-12T14:38:00.006-04:002023-03-13T14:42:11.942-04:00Two Families, One Remote Island<p><span style="font-family: arial;">Two men immigrated to New England in the Great Migration (1620-1640), 8th GGF <b>Rowland Young</b> in 1636, settling in the York, Maine, area and 9th GGF <b>Thomas Tolman</b> in 1630, settling in the Dorchester, Massachusetts area. Four generations later in the late 1700s, their respective grandsons chose to move their families to Matinicus Isle, 22 miles off Maine, still the most remote inhabited island off the Atlantic seacoast. The island is two miles long and one mile wide with few trees and devoid of mammals other than rats,</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjb6jpb-lozNl9HKL4SXiKt2Yrr8OLg6z-sK0P0Y2HI-AtQUzll4yHZMiuyisRuRQCdS_9LCGdJmwtXI6whbMcZuAhcntihC_XnYEvHtUKzPcRI7e3i16m2YzQzUbVV-yHkKX20_I0ofDqsw_qbYyt_aeGNh-erEZ5ksB6Rmgkh4XypbqdHF0/s800/Matinicus-Island.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjb6jpb-lozNl9HKL4SXiKt2Yrr8OLg6z-sK0P0Y2HI-AtQUzll4yHZMiuyisRuRQCdS_9LCGdJmwtXI6whbMcZuAhcntihC_XnYEvHtUKzPcRI7e3i16m2YzQzUbVV-yHkKX20_I0ofDqsw_qbYyt_aeGNh-erEZ5ksB6Rmgkh4XypbqdHF0/w640-h480/Matinicus-Island.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In 1950, 188 people lived on the island. These days the Island has 53 residents, mostly fishermen and lobstermen, and a few summer visitors looking for a low-key vacation. Getting there is not easy - a two hour ferry ride across rough water, though there is a small airstrip. The island has no doctor, no police, only a one-room schoolhouse for K-8 (older students have to go to the mainland), a library, and a church. The land used to support some cattle, pigs, geese, potatoes, and family gardens, but has been farmed out by now. The inhabitants are clannish and sometimes <a href="https://buchananalumnihouse.com/2021/01/29/dangerous-waters-near-matinicus-island/" target="_blank">territorially violent</a> when it comes to lobstering and fishing.</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The 1800 census of remote Matinicus showed 12 heads of household - 5 Youngs, 2 Tolmans, and 3 Halls. Might there be an issue of consanguinity?</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">I thought about a day trip over to the ancestral island while on a road trip in 2015. A librarian in Rockport wasn’t terribly encouraging. I asked her about the people and after a pause she just said, “they’re different.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">The Penobscot were using the island for fishing and gathering when the first white settler, Ebenezer Hall, brought his family and claimed the island in 1750. He alienated indigenous mainland Native Americans by burning grasslands on Matinicus and nearby Green Island for pasture and farming. Nor did it help that he shot and buried two Indians who came onto the island in 1751. The tribe took their complaints to Royal authorities in Boston who issued an order for Hall to leave. After four years of Hall’s refusal, the tribe laid siege to the house, killed and scalped Hall, and took his wife and children. One son, Ebenezer Jr., was away on a fishing trip.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span>The wife was taken to Quebec and eventually made her way back to Maine after a ransom was paid. While at York Harbor on another fishing trip s</span><span>oon after the attack</span><span>, 22 year old Ebenezer, Jr., met and married Susannah Young, daughter of our 6th GGPs, </span><b>Joseph Young</b><span> and</span><b> Susannah Johnson</b><span>, and moved back to Matinicus in 1763 to the property inherited from his father. Ebenezer Sr’s 12 year-old stepson, Joseph Green, escaped out a window and hid, left alone with his dead and scalped father until rescued by a passing vessel. He later married Dorcas Young, sister of his stepbrother, Ebenezer, Jr’s. wife, and moved back to Matinicus. Unhappy with the parcel offered him by his step-brother, Joseph moved to nearby Green Island where he raised a large family.</span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></p><p class="p2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">After a year on the island, Ebenezer, Jr., and wife Susannah (Young) visited family in York and, come time to leave, Susannah refused to return - perhaps from fear or loneliness - unless other family joined them. With this, her sister, <b>Phoebe Young</b>, married to her first cousin, <b>Abraham Young</b> - our 4th GGPs - moved their family to Matinicus in 1764.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Fast forward to 1790, 5th GGF 69 year-old <b>Isaiah Tolman</b>, originally from Stoughton, Massachusetts and a large landholder in the Rockland, Maine, area, moved to Matinicus with his wife and four of his children, including our 4th GGM, <b>Margaret “Peggy” Tolma</b>n. A year after moving to Matinicus, Margaret married <b>Joseph Young</b>, son of <b>Abraham</b> and <b>Phebe</b>, who was born on the island in 1769. After 20+ years together on Matinicus, Margaret and Joseph moved the family back to the mainland, including our 3rd GGM<b> </b>12 year old<b> Harriet Young. </b>Six years later she married <b><a href="http://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2023/02/our-ancestral-packards.html" target="_blank">Samuel Packard</a></b> in Lincolnville. Remember him from the last blog post? Is your brain spinning with Halls and Tolmans and Youngs and Packards?</span></p>Katharinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13650585497073694906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-5285583298380738092023-02-28T13:38:00.016-05:002023-04-16T15:56:44.826-04:00Our Ancestral Packards<p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Our family had six, maybe seven, generations of Packards in New England before the surname disappeared by marriage, i.e., Harriet Packard to George Studley. The Packard immigrant arrived in Massachusetts in 1638 and lived in Hingham, Weymouth, and then Bridgewater, Massachusetts. One, possibly two, linking generations cannot be identified and we next pick up our Packard line in Easton with Joseph, married to Hannah Manley. Their son, Samuel, married Bethiah Waters, a descendant of William Bradford, Mayflower passenger and governor of the Plymouth Colony. This couple set off in their 20s on a circuitous journey that landed them in Thomaston, Maine. Their son, another Samuel, married Harriet Young who was born on Mantinicus, a remote island off the coast of Maine. Their daughter, another Harriet, married George Studley, a carpenter and Civil War soldier who fought major battles including Gettysburg. Hence, the middle name of our grandmother, <a href="https://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2012/10/young-alice-packard-studley-1891-1921.html" target="_blank">Alice Packard Studley</a>. All generations down through the Samuels were landowners and farmers.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></i></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><i></i><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The Packard name derives from Middle English pak(e) ‘pack bundle’ + the Anglo-Norman French pejorative suffix -"ard" = packard, probably a derogatory occupational name for a peddler.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Our Packard family story begins in Stonham Aspal in Suffolk County, England with the 1612 birth of Samuel Packard, believed to be the third son of George Packard (1575-1623), a yeoman, and his wife, Mary Wyther (1574-1652). Samuel and his wife Elizabeth are credited as progenitors of most of the Packards in the United States, and among their descendants are those of the Packard automobile and Hewlett-Packard.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Suffolk County lies in the what was the Kingdom of East Anglia formed in the 6th c. as an Anglo-Saxon settlement, conquered by the Danish Vikings in the 9th c., and incorporated into the kingdom of England under Edward I in the 13th c. Hence, part of our family Viking DNA. And, actually, Edward is also a grandfather ancestor through our New Hampshire 10th GGM, Rose Stoughton.</i></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><i></i><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Samuel Packard (1605-1684) and Elizabeth</b></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The Packard family lived in Stonham Asphal on the Red House Farm whose 14th c. homestead, with additions, is still standing and occupied. The church at Stonham Aspen where Samuel was baptized also still stands and has records of Samuel’s baptism.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel and Elizabeth, last name unknown, married in 1634 and had a child, Mary, in 1637 while still in Stonham. As noted in the ship’s manifest, the family may have been living in Wyndham in Norfolk County prior to immigration. The mid-1630s was a period of economic depression and religious dissent in England.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">They joined over 20,000 English seeking religious freedom and economic opportunity in the 1630-1643 “Great Migration” to Massachusetts Bay Colony. Not a first-born son, Samuel may have held hope for land in the New World as the English tradition of primogeniture would have left him landless. For perspective, the Boston settlement had its beginning in 1630 when Winthrop’s eleven ships landed in the harbor.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In June 1638, the the family sailed out of Ipswich, England, about a hundred miles north of London, bound for Boston on the ship <i>Diligent</i> with little Mary not more than a year old. The 133 passengers were under the leadership of a minister, Robert Peck, so Samuel and Elizabeth may have had both religious and economic motivations.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The <i>Diligent</i> passengers settled in Hingham, Massachusetts, where Samuel received a land grant. Just three years earlier, Hingham had been settled by English religious-dissenting colonists on land belonging to the indigenous Wampanoag without bothering to buy the land for another three decades.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><i></i><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel and Elizabeth had another eleven children in Hingham between 1639 and 1652 before their move five miles south to Weymouth sometime between 1652 and 1654. Samuel is listed as a Weymouth selectman, i.e., like being on today’s town council.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The effect on the family of several houses being burnt in Weymouth by local Indians in 1663 is unclear, but by 1664, 59 year-old Samuel and Elizabeth moved another ten miles south to an area near Town River now West Bridgewater. Samuel is listed as a Constable and there had another two children. He was licensed to keep an “ordinary” in 1671; i.e., a pub for travelers.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Historically, Plymouth Colony and Massachusetts Bay Colony were two separate entities that merged in 1691 to form the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. Bridgewater was the first interior settlement of Plymouth Colony starting in 1650. Many came from Duxbury, but other settlements as well. Settlers were given six acres on each side of the Nippenicket in close proximity for mutual protection.</i></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Somewhere in my notes I have that Samuel bought land in the Nippenicket area from local Indians, presumably located close to Lake Nippenicket in West Bridgewater.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Altogether, Samuel and Elizabeth had 14 children, six sons and eight daughters, over a span of 20 years. Two girls died young. His 1684 will left 370 acres and numerous meadows to four sons (Samuel, Jr., Zaccheus, John, and Nathaniel) and grandsons. Sons not named in his will were Thomas and Israel, presumably deceased by 1684.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel and Elizabeth’s children and baptismal birthdates:</p><ol class="ol1"><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Mary, c. 1637</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Elizabeth, c. 1646</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel, Jr. c. 1641.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Hannah, c. 1643</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Israel, c. 1645, not an heir in his father’s will, so presumed deceased by 1684, possibly in 1675-76 Indian Wars.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Jael, c.1647</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Deborah, c. 1648</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Zaccheus, c. 1650</li></ol><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">9. <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and 10. Jane and Abigail, c. 1651, possibly twins who died young</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">11. Deliverance, c. 1652</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">12. Thomas, c. 1653</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">13. John, b. 20 July 1655, the only one who has a birth record</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">14. Nathaniel, c. 1657<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel’s will provided well for Elizabeth, including land, use of the house, all his goods and cattle, forty pounds annually, and the ever important featherbed. Nevertheless, Elizabeth - in her 70s, well off, veteran of 14 pregnancies and child rearing - remarried within about a year to John Washburn of Bridgewater. He died about 1-2 years later and his will interestingly notes he owed her two pounds and ten shillings which he agreed to return.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Widowed a second time, Elizabeth herself died sometime after 1702 in Bridgewater, Massachusetts. Estimates are she had about 45 grandchildren.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel’s childhood red brick, six bedroom farmhouse with 7 acres in Stoneham-Asphal was up for sale in 2012 for $875,000. Google for photos of the interior.</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSjlqkS8sXsvPyhXi9YHdq_OV2a3BbVIDf69bMfk1QqczpdxOliNl-ZgIpAUCj7P0I2t6_xItCbQB77vwqqQxROdBu2_w4xI2etGSMZRMOPml9ogqyp-WGdQZ4PxpTBFQCJGw9lo1uClNmlN8tZKpsOL6oib7DyOcwp6SW63J14ScVbcKo7o/s1784/Screenshot%202023-02-28%20at%209.47.05%20AM.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1784" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSjlqkS8sXsvPyhXi9YHdq_OV2a3BbVIDf69bMfk1QqczpdxOliNl-ZgIpAUCj7P0I2t6_xItCbQB77vwqqQxROdBu2_w4xI2etGSMZRMOPml9ogqyp-WGdQZ4PxpTBFQCJGw9lo1uClNmlN8tZKpsOL6oib7DyOcwp6SW63J14ScVbcKo7o/w400-h224/Screenshot%202023-02-28%20at%209.47.05%20AM.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><b>Missing generation(s)</b></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The generational links between immigrant Hingham/Weymouth/Bridgewater Samuel (1605-1684) and 5th GGF Joseph Packard (1705-1777) are unproved in spite of various suppositions in Ancestry.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Joseph Packard and Hannah Manley, 5th GGPs</b></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">From the Karle Packard’s research published in Packard’s Progress, 1977, several Joseph Packards lived in the Bridgewater vicinity in the early 18th century. Our line descends from Joseph Packard (c. 1705-1777) whose first documentation is a marriage in nearby Easton. No direct evidence of his parentage has been located.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Joseph’s birthplace would have been either Bridgewater or Easton with an estimated birth year 1705 which would make him about 24 years old when he married a young widow, <b>Hannah Manley </b>(1711-1790). The original marriage record indicates they were “both of Easton.” Other than a cousin, Hannah Packard Briggs, there were no other Packards in the Easton area at that time, so no clues as to who might be Joseph’s parents.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Easton abuts Bridgewater 30 miles almost due south of downtown Boston and WNW inland 30 miles from Plymouth. These days, it would be part of the greater Boston area.</i></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Hannah’s grandfather, <b>William Manley</b>, (abt. 1645-1717) was likely the Manley immigrant and had been living in Weymouth as early as 1675 when a marriage was recorded. An early settler in that part of Easton known as the North Purchase, William is described as a “squatter” as he and six other families were already living on their land in 1694 when lot divisions were made. He split his lot with Thomas Phillips, another guy from Weymouth. Five children later, his young wife died, perhaps from complications related to childbirth. The fourth child, 6th GGF <b>Nathaniel </b>(1684-1753), and <b>Hannah Leonard </b>(1679-1753) were Hannah’s parents. They died within a day of each other in April 1753. Infectious disease? It was a bad year for influenza and smallpox in that area.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Joseph and Hannah had ten children between 1730 and 1751:</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">5 sons - Joseph Jr., John, Benjamin, James, and <b>Samuel (1751-1810), </b>our 4th GGF.</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">5 daughters - Elizabeth, Hannah, Zeruiah, Mary, and Mehitable.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>The fighting five,</b> <b>Joseph and Hannah’s military sons</b></p><ul class="ul1"><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"></span>Joseph, Jr., (1730-1805) enlisted August 1754 with the colonial militia in the French and Indian War in Capt Perry's Company that went to Nova Scotia to “remove French encroachments.” The battalion laid siege and accepted the surrender of the French at Fort Beauséjour, a star shaped fort at the narrow neck of land between Nova Scotia and New Brunswick. After his brother, John, died at Ticonderoga in 1758 at the Battle of the Carillon, Joseph and two Manley cousins were part of the British forces that drove the remaining French from Fort Ticonderoga in July 1759. Joseph Jr.’s son, Nathaniel, died in 1775 during the siege of Boston. Joseph’s children were all born in Easton and by the 1790 census the family was living in Westmoreland, New Hampshire. This is important as it may have been a later stopping off point for his brother SamueI. Surry and Westmoreland are but 13 miles apart in Cheshire County. More on that later.</li></ul><ul class="ul1"><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"></span>John (1738-1758) also enlisted with the colonial forces in the French and Indian War and was at the Battle of Fort Carillon (Ticonderoga) in July 1758 when 16,000 British attempted a frontal assault against 4,000 French just outside the fort, and were badly beaten. Unfortunately, 20 year-old John was among the casualties. The French later abandoned the fort and John’s brother was among those who returned the following year and removed the remaining French.</li></ul><ul class="ul1"><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"></span>Benjamin (1742-1825) married Azenath Bradford Waters, a great-granddaughter of William Bradford, Mayflower passenger and Governor of the Plymouth Colony. She was already twice widowed with only one child by age twenty seven and living in Stoughton. That child, Bethiah Waters, married Benjamin’s youngest brother, our 4<b>th GGF, Samuel</b>. In any event, Benjamin was a Minuteman from Stoughton in Captain William Briggs Company who responded to the alarm from Concord and Lexington on April 19, 1775. He signed up to serve in the Continental Army in May 1782 as the war was winding down. The British surrendered at Yorktown in 1781, but some didn’t get the memo and fighting didn't stop until 1783. Even so, Benjamin was not likely involved in further skirmishes.</li></ul><ul class="ul1"><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"></span>James (1750-1836) served several tours of duty during the Revolution. He was 83 years old when he applied for a pension in which he states “I was never drafted, I always enlisted voluntarily whenever I was called out to serve in the defense of my country.” He was a Minuteman who responded along with Benjamin to the Lexington alarm on the infamous April 19, and marched to Roxbury where he stayed for 11 days, “I saw General Washington at Roxbury and General Putnam when I was at Castle Island”. He also responded to the invasion of the British in Rhode Island, serving up to eight months at a time.</li><li class="li1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"></span><b>4th GGF Samuel </b>(1751-c 1810) had service in the Revolution resistance against the British who had taken Newport, including a “secret expedition." Samuel, brother James, and a cousin Reuben Manley were in church at the Easton meetinghouse on December 8, 1776 when a horseman galloped up and announced the British had landed in Newport, RI, that everyone must march immediately to oppose their progress. Before the day was over, the Easton men were off to confront General Clinton for a fight that didn’t happen, instead just a series of skirmishes until the final battle in 1778. The guys remained on alert to help Rhode Island for the next three years. Samuel and brother James were part of Captain Shaw’s company for the “secret expedition” in September 1777 to attempt to dislodge the British from Rhode Island, if gathering 9000 men can be considered secret. Delays and inefficiencies led to the attack being called off until the Battle of Rhode Island in August 1778. By 1779, the Revolution was moving out of New England as the British pulled out troops to deploy in the action farther south. Samuel and Hannah had probably already left the area for part north. </li></ul><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Husbands of daughters Elizabeth and Hannah, Hezikiah Drake and Benjamin Tirrill respectively, also served in the Revolution.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel died in Easton August 20, 1777. Inventory of his estate at probate showed he owned seventy eight acres of pasture land, farm equipment, cattle, sheep, and the requisite feather bed and spinning wheel. Hannah was a co-executor on Joseph’s estate which seems to have dragged on into the 1780s.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Hannah lived until 1790. Likely, she would have been able to stay in the family house as usually provided by a husband in a will. Son, John, had died in 1758 and two other sons had already moved out of the area - Joseph, Jr. to New Hampshire and Samuel to Maine. The only sons remaining in the area were Benjamin in nearby Stoughton and James in Easton.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Samuel Packard (1751- btw 1810-1820) and Bethiah Waters, 4th GGPs</b></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Of a gazillion Samuel Packards named after the original Hingham/Weymouth/Bridgewater immigrant, the Easton Samuel is ours. Even in Easton, the Samuels will begin to proliferate among the descendants of Easton Joseph and Hannah.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">We also see the Packards, including our Samuel, begin to spread out and disseminate into parts north as coastal Massachusetts became more crowded.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Born in September 1751 in Easton, Massachusetts, to Joseph and Hannah, Samuel was the baby of the ten children and youngest of five brothers. His brother, John, died at Ticonderoga when he was six.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel was thirteen when his older brother, Benjamin married Azenath Bradford Waters and moved to Stoughton which abuts Easton to the north.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Twenty one year-old Samuel bought 15 acres of land in Easton from his father, Joseph, in 1773. The following year he married Bethiah Waters, daughter of Azenath and stepdaughter of his brother, Benjamin. We have a number of families in our ancestral lines in which brothers married sisters from the same family, even first degree cousins to each other, but Bethia and Azenath are the only mother-daughter pair marrying brothers I’ve come across.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Bethiah<span class="s2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><sup>5</sup></span> is one of our family’s Mayflower connections (Azenath<span class="s2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><sup>4</sup></span>, Elisha<span class="s2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><sup>3</sup></span>, Joseph<span class="s2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><sup>2</sup></span>, William<span class="s2" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"><sup>1</sup></span> Bradford).</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel answered calls in 1776 and 1777 for townsmen to respond to the British issue in Aquidneck Island after the invasion of Newport, but something else was brewing with Samuel.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In 1776, he sold 3-4 acres of his land in Easton on which his house stood, and it appears the family moved to land left to Bethiah by her father, Daniel Waters of Stoughton; the sale indicates Samuel is a laborer. The following year, just before his dad died, he sold his orchard. His father’s 1777 probate record indicates Samuel owed him two notes for five pounds each. In 1778, Samuel “of Stoughton“ sold more Easton land to his brother James, “the northeast part which Samuel Packard owns which was given to him by a deed of his father Joseph Packard.” This deed provides evidence of Samuel’s connection to Joseph of Easton, and indicates he moved to Stoughton after selling his Easton house in 1776.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">With this last sale, Samuel, Bethiah, and baby daughter left for parts north. They may have moved briefly to Vermont as the next-born child, Nathaniel, gives his birthplace in Vermont in and birth year 1779 in the 1850 census. The next three children were born between 1782 and 1786 in Surry, Cheshire, New Hampshire, not far from Westmoreland where his brother Joseph, Jr., settled.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">By 1788, the family had relocated to Meduncook Plantation, now called Friendship, Maine where our 4th GGF, Samuel, and the last son, John, were born, 1788 and1791, respectively.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Friendship was originally Meduncook in the Waldo Patent Settlement of 1775. An English garrison was maintained on an island off shore for protection of settlers in the French and Indian war in 1756. Joshua Bradford and most of his family were massacred in Meduncook in May 1758 while trying to escape to the fort. The area was included in the incorporation of Lincoln County in 1760 and the town incorporated as Friendship in February 1807.</i></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><i></i><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5q_PseF3AAkgCaIw8bHsWeAHgsM1yUc56SURHZ0m29km-YOffALGwEzspsBXQIJD3gIUXpO8orcSPEO3wzBdHUlykh4Sb5--2KMHU2TRgt6DG29WBywD22C9RgYexVPmDov_rGxcUMiNEvs3NQ7G4HfEko95T_3C6UOGw0Kxxvl4Nlg9NLWI/s1199/Knox%20County.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1199" data-original-width="1068" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5q_PseF3AAkgCaIw8bHsWeAHgsM1yUc56SURHZ0m29km-YOffALGwEzspsBXQIJD3gIUXpO8orcSPEO3wzBdHUlykh4Sb5--2KMHU2TRgt6DG29WBywD22C9RgYexVPmDov_rGxcUMiNEvs3NQ7G4HfEko95T_3C6UOGw0Kxxvl4Nlg9NLWI/w570-h640/Knox%20County.jpeg" width="570" /></a></div><br /><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In the 1790 census, Samuel, Sr., is the only Packard living in Meduncook. The census indicates 7 people living in the household - 1 adult male, 3 males under 16 (young Samuel, Daniel, and Nathaniel), and 3 females (mom Bethiah, daughter Bethiah, and Mary). Oops! We’re missing two kids. Samuel and Bethiah had seven kids by this time. The census shows only two parents and five kids. It’s likely 15 year-old Hannah and 14 year-old James are the ones missing, perhaps working and living in other households.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><i></i><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">By 1790, Samuel is nearly forty years old and his moving around days were not over. He removed to Waldoboro, Maine, area just north of Meduncook between the 1791 birth of his last child in Meduncook and the 1794 marriage of daughter Hannah in Waldoboro. With 245 families and as the seat of Lincoln County, Waldoboro was a relatively more bustling place than Meduncook.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The family made another and final move to Thomaston between 1794 and the 1802 marriage of daughter Mary in Thomaston. The entire family, including married daughter Hannah and husband, relocated to Thomaston. Samuel, Bethiah and all the offspring show in various subsequent records in the Thomaston/Rockland/Camden area after the move.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Thomaston was originally part of the Waldo Patent, and incorporated from part of St. George Plantation (now Cushing) in 1777. Land was set off from Thomaston to form East Thomaston (now Rockland) and South Thomaston in 1848. Known for its tall, straight trees, Thomaston was the source of timber for British ships from the time the first Englishman landed at the mouth of St. George’s River in 1605 until the Revolution.</i></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">From the Waldo Patent heirs, Samuel acquired a land grant on Mill Street that ran from Thomaston to Union, Maine, and built a log cabin on the west side of the 30-mile wall. A few years later he built the house in which family lived for over a hundred years.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><i></i><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel’s cousins, Benjamin and Micah, sons of Solomon Packard in Bridgewater, removed to the Thomaston area about twenty-five years before Samuel although all three cousins departed the Easton/Bridgewater area around the same time. Samuel simply took a detour through Surry, New Hampshire, Meduncook Plantation, and Waldoboro.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Micah was in Cushing by 1775 when a meeting of the Committee on Safety was held at his house, and moved to Thomaston by 1800. His brother, Benjamin, a joiner, moved first to the St. George’s River area (Cushing) where his wife was lost at sea, thence to Union where he built the settlement’s first log cabin - all other settlers were living in lean-tos or shanties - and on to Owls Head, Thomaston by 1780.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The only Samuel Packard household in Thomaston in the 1810 census is likely Samuel and Bethiah (1 male and 1 female >45, 1 female, 16-25, young Bethiah).</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel died before the 1820 census at which time<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Bethiah was living with son Samuel and Harriett. She can be found again in the Samuel/Harriet household in 1830, and died in 1837, age 79.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Samuel Packard (1788-1856) & Harriet Young, 3rd GGPs</b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;">Three Samuels later, we are down to the last. Third GGF Samuel was born in 1788 in Meduncook Plantation (now Friendship), Maine District of Massachusetts (since Maine didn’t become a state until 1820). Early records of Friendship were lost in a house fire in the early 1900s, and likely included Samuel’s birth records. We know he was born in Friendship from daughter Harriet’s death record.<b></b></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel was the seventh of Samuel Sr. and Bethiah’s eight known children. Two older siblings, Hannah and James, were born in Easton in 1775 and 1776. The 1850 census for the third child, Nathaniel, reports he was born in Vermont in 1779; whether factual or an error in census reporting is unclear.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>At least two sibs were born Surry, New Hampshire, between 1782 and 1786 after the family left Massachusetts. Only Samuel and his younger brother, John, would be born in Meduncook/Friendship.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel was two years old when the 1790 census of Meduncook showed it was a small settlement with only 48 families. The family relocated to Thomaston by the time he was 14 and, in 1807, nineteen year-old Samuel married Sarah Orbeton in Camden.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">By time of the the 1810 census, Samuel is living in Thomaston with Sarah, and appears to be on Samuel Sr’s farm along with 19 year-old brother John, yet unmarried.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The 1820 census shows Samuel still living in Thomaston with Sarah, his mother Bethiah, and two boys, one under 10 and the second between 10 and 15. These two boys possibly belonged to Samuel Jr. and his first wife, Sarah, who died within the next two years but no birth records for the boys are located. Brothers, James and Nathaniel, are living nearby. Samuel, Sr. is not in the 1820 census and the probability is he has died.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Thirty two year-old Samuel took a second wife in 1822, widow <b>Harriet Young Fletcher</b>, age 22, our 3rd great-grandmother. Harriet and her family lived on Matinicus Island until moving to Lincolnville, ME, just north of Camden, when she was twelve. In 1819, eighteen year-old Harriet married Nathan Fletcher in Lincolnville and they had a child, Antinette. A year and a half later, in December 1821, young Nathan died. In 1841, Antinette married Benjamin Studley, brother of our Civil War 2nd GGF, Lt. George Studley.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The 1830 census is somewhat a puzzle as it shows nine people living in the home, three males and six females. Certainly three of them are Samuel, wife Harriet, their three children (Lisetta, Harriet, and Eliza) as well as Samuel’s mom, Bethiah who didn’t die until 1837. Samuel and Sarah’s first son would have been old enough to be out of the home, but their second son might account for one of the males. That leaves what appears to be another couple, a male and female. The female may have been Harriet and Nathan's daughter, 10 year-old Antinette, who later married Benjamin Studley, brother of George Studley, husband of Samuel and Harriet's daughter, our GGM Harriet Packard.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Samuel’s 1840 census shows he and Harriet with their four children and an extra male between ages 20-29 who could be a farmhand or a younger son from Samuel’s first marriage.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In the 1850 census, the family has been pared down to 62 year-old Samuel, farmer, 49 year-old Harriet, their youngest, 13 year-old Samuel Edgar, and a 16 year-old Susan Herman, relation unclear.</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">By the 1860 census, 74 year-old Samuel is still living in Thomaston with his youngest son, 23 year-old Samuel, young Samuel’s wife, and two toddler grandchildren. Wife Harriet died four years earlier from an abdominal tumor at age 56. In two years, son Samuel Edgar and daughter Harriet’s husband, <a href="https://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2012/11/lieutenant-george-studley-19th-maine.html" target="_blank">George Studley</a>, would join the Union army to fight in the Civil war. Samuel Edgar<span class="Apple-converted-space"> s</span>erved nine months in the 26th Maine plus another stint in the 9th Maine, and George with the 19th Maine for the duration of the war.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">At the time of his death in 1866, only one sibling was still surviving, 90 year old James. Samuel is buried with wife Harriet in West Rockport Cemetery.</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KGw0YEvnZdseN8f7X565RmtCXRUQr5pvHB9MN5fzeGcJIE5drPReigyiIXP175_pcfQ4Qm2eXbO90UDY17peaK8XU1Ih1owwDVtjotdjRUyyhoR2WWCo-71mmYZAUSsnwndTuSY4BGZxU3gVxn-fr-jySs2pqf2BCCAgEsAOnJbHLLsrFNQ/s800/86544918_133141801203.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="660" data-original-width="800" height="330" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KGw0YEvnZdseN8f7X565RmtCXRUQr5pvHB9MN5fzeGcJIE5drPReigyiIXP175_pcfQ4Qm2eXbO90UDY17peaK8XU1Ih1owwDVtjotdjRUyyhoR2WWCo-71mmYZAUSsnwndTuSY4BGZxU3gVxn-fr-jySs2pqf2BCCAgEsAOnJbHLLsrFNQ/w400-h330/86544918_133141801203.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;">Samuel and Bethiah’s children:</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Lisette (1823-1897), married Stephen Frost, farmer, resided in Rockland, 5 daughters.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><b></b><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b><a href="http://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2023/01/harriet-packard-2nd-great-grandmother.html" target="_blank">2nd GGM Harriet</a></b> (1827-1893), married George Studley, Civil War lieutenant and carpenter, resided in Camden, 6 children, moved in Boston about 1866. One daughter was named after her sister, Lisetta.</p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Altezera “Eliza” (1829-1902), married Ezekiel Vinal, farmer, lived in Camden, 3 sons, widowed at age 56 and lived with various children until her death in Vermont 20 years later.</p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;">Samuel Edgar (1836-1897), Civil War veteran and farmer in the Camden area, married Esther Vinal, 7 children.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p>Katharinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13650585497073694906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-2473071193418542762023-01-01T20:01:00.016-05:002023-02-25T19:35:40.064-05:00Harriet Packard, a 2nd great-grandmother<p><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">The Packard surname carried down through the generations</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"> ended with the marriage of </span><b style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Harriet A. Packard</b><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">, to<a href="https://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2012/11/lieutenant-george-studley-19th-maine.html" target="_blank"> <b>Lt. George Studley</b></a>, grandmother of my grandmother, </span><b style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"><a href="https://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2012/10/young-alice-packard-studley-1891-1921.html" target="_blank">Alice Packard Studley</a></b><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">,</span><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";"> Harriet undoubtedly got to hold her grandchild, Alice, but died when Alice was two years old. Our Packard ancestral line in America extends from the Packard immigrant in 1638 to Hingham, Mass., traversing through Maine for several generations, and ending with Harriet’s death, a full circle back to Massachusetts in 1893.</span></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Harriet Packard</b> (1827-1893) was a 5th generation immigrant whose grandparent ancestors lived in Massachusetts until they left the security of settled Easton for new lands in New Hampshire and finally Maine. Her paternal grandfather, Samuel Packard (1751-aft. 1810), was a Revolutionary veteran of the Battle of Rhode Island before his move to the north. Her grandmother, Bethiah Waters, was a Mayflower descendant of William Bradford, governor of the Plymouth Colony.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin3nxNI9wdTp88180RK4c3KcS9w0rbyARqHdqqsBOeKqJSoiXwmoBYDEY0HlLn2PHfv0QM0bL92vZRCISRMPJrQmci4csbZbMxAe_5WO-TkIO-jWKhsqrJcQ8ub-Un8xAD2CPNcPG2IuW-1zgbfV-jXX1MeULBITZIvtYXVHYyh0AjEEulgdg/s1308/Harriett%20Packard.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1308" data-original-width="855" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin3nxNI9wdTp88180RK4c3KcS9w0rbyARqHdqqsBOeKqJSoiXwmoBYDEY0HlLn2PHfv0QM0bL92vZRCISRMPJrQmci4csbZbMxAe_5WO-TkIO-jWKhsqrJcQ8ub-Un8xAD2CPNcPG2IuW-1zgbfV-jXX1MeULBITZIvtYXVHYyh0AjEEulgdg/w261-h400/Harriett%20Packard.jpeg" width="261" /></a></div><br /><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">This photo was likely taken in the 1880s while living in the Hyde Park area of<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Boston. She is wearing pierced earrings, a large cameo brooch, and a double lace collar.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Harriet was born in the coastal town of Thomaston, Maine, in 1827, in that section set off to form East Thomaston in 1848 and a subsequent name change to Rockland in 1850. She was the second of four children born to <b>Samuel Packard</b> (1788-1866), a farmer, and <b>Harriett Young</b> (1800-1856), second marriages for both. Her dad was already 39 years old when Harriet was born.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>The town of Thomaston itself was a prosperous lumbering, shipbuilding, marble, lime center in Harriet’s day, and Maine had been admitted to the Union only seven years before her birth.</i></p><p class="p3" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 13px;"><i></i><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>The famous Revolutionary War hero, General Henry Knox, retired to Thomaston in 1795 - just a few years after our Packards moved to the area - and built a magnificent four-story mansion named Montpelier. General Knox was coincidentally the son-in-law of the heir holder of the Waldo patent for the area,. The irony is not lost that General Knox's grandfather-in-law and original holder of the patent was a Crown sympathizer. The general’s mansion was razed in 1871, but reconstructed by the community in 1929, still standing and worth a visit. He is buried in the Thomaston cemetery. Such a small town, likely Harriet and her dad hob-knobbed with the general at the early 19th c. town establishments.</i></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In 1845, 18 year-old Harriet married 21 year-old George Studley in Thomaston, a marriage that lasted 48 years and produced six children.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Part of Thomaston was set off to be East Thomaston in 1848 and renamed Rockland in 1850. The 1850 Rockland census showed Harriet’s family living in Rockland. Harriet, George, their two young children, George’s brother Benjamin, and 4 other young men also carpenters were living in some type of group living, perhaps a tenement house.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">By 1860, Harriet and George are living in Camden, the next town up from Rockland, with their six children and George is farming.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In August 1862, George enlisted in the 19th Maine Infantry and went off to war. He quickly rose through the rank to the level of lieutenant. His brothers Benjamin and John, also enlisted in different Maine regiments. George fought in many of the eastern campaigns, including Fredericksburg, Gettysburg, Cold Harbor, the Wilderness, and Spotsylvania Courthouse.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Meanwhile, back home, Harriet had been pregnant when George enlisted, and she delivered their youngest and last child, Sidney, our great-grandfather, in February 1863. Many of the officers were given leave during the wintering of 1863-64, and George likely went home to Maine to see his newborn son.The oldest son, <a href="https://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2014/05/albert-e-studley-1846-1864-our-divine.html"><b>Albert</b></a>, would have just turned 18 and soon after George’s visit Albert enlisted in the 6th Light Artillery. Both he and his dad were at the Battle of the Wilderness, but Albert didn’t see action until a few days later at Spotsylvania Court House. He was killed there at the Bloody Angle, on the same battlefield as his father, only 18 years old.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">How do parents cope with the loss? Harriet had been left to raise six children ranging from toddler to teenagers, and to take care of the farm by herself for the three years George was away. Her mother died eight years before and her father was elderly, living close by with another son, Samuel. Indeed, the 1860 census shows several Packards nearby. Several other family members and men in the community were away at war. Likely, the remaining women banded together for support. We can just hope.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Just a month after Albert’s death, G<a href="https://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2012/11/lieutenant-george-studley-19th-maine.html" target="_blank">eorge was fighting at Gettysburg</a> as an officer and all the way to Appomattox. He and his two brothers survived the war, and five years later the 1870 census shows the family had moved to the Chelsea area of Boston, a blue collar neighborhood. He and his 21 year-old son, also named George, are working as carpenters, and the four younger children are still in the home.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">In the 1880 census, two of the children have married and moved out, Alice is working as a seamstress, and 17 year-old Sidney, our great-grandfather, is working as an express clerk.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Over the next decade, three more children were married, including Sidney’s marriage to Martha Borden Hathaway. Sidney relocated to Fall River as a 21 year old in 1884 and worked his way up through the grocery business to owning his own store.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">The Boston Herald noted Harriet attended the 250th anniversary and reunion of the Packard family held in Boston in August 1888.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Harriet died in Boston in January 1893 with an “abdominal tumor, probably carcinomatous.” They were living at 2 Brookside Avenue in Boston at the time of her death. No cemetery or headstone has been located for either George or Harriet, nor is burial mentioned in Harriet’s obituary. Very likely they were both cremated; Forest Hills Crematory was established in Boston in 1893 around the time cremations were beginning to take off in the US.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Sixty nine year-old George remarried within the year to a 33 year old-daughter of Catholic Irish immigrants, Harriet Sweeney, but moved shortly thereafter to a disabled veterans home in Camden, Maine, his hometown, and remained a resident until 1898. After returning to Boston, by this time in his mid-seventies, he fathered two more children, both of whom died as infants.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Harriet and George’s children:</b></p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Albert E Studley, b. 1846 in Rockland, enlisted at age 18 in the 6th Maine Light Artillery, tragically killed in his first battle at Sportylvania Court House during the Civil War.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">George Leslie Studley, b. 1848 in Rockland, died 1931 in Boston; a carpenter and house joiner like his father.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Aramenta Dormer Studley, b. 1853 in Rockland; twice married, the first to a man who ran off to Canada; worked as a housekeeper; died in 1940 in Malden, MA, age 87.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Alice M Studley, b. 1856 in Hope, ME, a very small town inland from Camden/Rockport. She married an older guy, a Boston merchant, and by 1900 they moved to Parsonfield, Maine, where they were farmers. By 1910, she was divorced, living with her sister, Aramenta, and working as a dressmaker. She made lovely dresses for her niece, my grandmother, Alice. She died sometime after 1930.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Lisette Studley, b. 1860 in Camden, ME; twice married with one chlld, and died after 1930 in Chatham, MA.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p1" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><b>Sidney Elmer Studley</b>, b. 1863 in Camden, ME; married Martha Hathaway Borden in Fall River, two daughters, died in 1941.</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p class="p4" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Next installment: The ancestral Packards, 1638-1827</p><p class="p2" style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p>Katharinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13650585497073694906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-21009941350269243182022-12-04T19:03:00.003-05:002022-12-04T19:03:27.333-05:00Finishing up the trip, Thursday and Friday, September 29-30, 2022So it turns out that the Roman Senate met in several places, one of which was in the Roman Forum. The meeting place where Julius Caesar was assassinated, however, is a ways away and hidden underneath a street at Largo di Torre Argentina.
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AHh3pZFCC47UjEyM1O1kNQehjWRkbmaNgCFmbeLBbVBLsJHSLyZAk9MF27JehVt_ESDhjQIab3eeC6AGBS9GMT6NB3TrpYACV1VrT6HBYKNWvQYKHfQFQ8EJRcxHlD-LKGLzEB-wWriMIe9PyT5dr17BBml1eYh56vubaWlJFqC1sKCuHVo/s1280/Largo%20di%20Torre%20Argentina.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AHh3pZFCC47UjEyM1O1kNQehjWRkbmaNgCFmbeLBbVBLsJHSLyZAk9MF27JehVt_ESDhjQIab3eeC6AGBS9GMT6NB3TrpYACV1VrT6HBYKNWvQYKHfQFQ8EJRcxHlD-LKGLzEB-wWriMIe9PyT5dr17BBml1eYh56vubaWlJFqC1sKCuHVo/s320/Largo%20di%20Torre%20Argentina.jpg"/></a></div>See in the photo above there are several temples' ruins on the site.
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJEQtAJq6RkM2UnYPIDjtMZ4TZils4AgWBgiWpOUG5sudux3L021e8RqHPkf4rQxot38I9jLPSoXNTVN004v6szVg5hJMa7xrSQWWzbEjNs9Ft0xoX1KQ0TaUEsFIC6YpPL4mJqAlw2Km2vOHmab7yz7nNJEoMKuXTg7jRICUs0eWMPJQazk/s800/Largo%20di%20Torre%20Argentina%202.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJEQtAJq6RkM2UnYPIDjtMZ4TZils4AgWBgiWpOUG5sudux3L021e8RqHPkf4rQxot38I9jLPSoXNTVN004v6szVg5hJMa7xrSQWWzbEjNs9Ft0xoX1KQ0TaUEsFIC6YpPL4mJqAlw2Km2vOHmab7yz7nNJEoMKuXTg7jRICUs0eWMPJQazk/s320/Largo%20di%20Torre%20Argentina%202.jpg"/></a></div>But toward the right in this photo are some trees, beyond which are the ruins of the Senate meeting place, the Theatre of Pompey, where ol' Julius was stabbed to death. Et tu, Brute!!<br></br>
And in these ruins is a cat sanctuary. Yes, channeling the spirits of Julius Caesar and his murderous countrymen are all kinds of cats! Look at the beautifully patterned coat on the tabby in the photo below. I suspect he is Caesar reincarnated.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKviv90FvhzYlvJSBvXo68bm4Z_zwExxpTA4546b_Tc8hStrpM4AHwDZ6f83Vv--idW4Rcqoi6D0ii2-Zxrw-5cgfcjesWJFPz3h0snyVgm2s6x-xzHu5fDtxhW4cEvBXvubI9IpxShXqPPyDca1gAqSFyznZteV6KN3BxFgXnTRbJ3t1lYe4/s4032/cats%201.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKviv90FvhzYlvJSBvXo68bm4Z_zwExxpTA4546b_Tc8hStrpM4AHwDZ6f83Vv--idW4Rcqoi6D0ii2-Zxrw-5cgfcjesWJFPz3h0snyVgm2s6x-xzHu5fDtxhW4cEvBXvubI9IpxShXqPPyDca1gAqSFyznZteV6KN3BxFgXnTRbJ3t1lYe4/s320/cats%201.jpg"/></a></div>
And then my Sammy's ghost, living his best life...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7HaAI6vpy3e7nM4fmY6Vg-zRXm7xFdWlb6x2M2xPlvh9XlH3nY7twY-0S3Gnk3Fnrx8_tDQ-InNYx5Xy2-3cFePoKstOZPsaeGw-kxQS49l3mbKhsdlhTzYeOvztOpsdMcMxNviQZE6cLIzL8S1DHiD-iU8XhmtHDTaacJQF1qBynWx4Lthg/s4032/cat%202.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7HaAI6vpy3e7nM4fmY6Vg-zRXm7xFdWlb6x2M2xPlvh9XlH3nY7twY-0S3Gnk3Fnrx8_tDQ-InNYx5Xy2-3cFePoKstOZPsaeGw-kxQS49l3mbKhsdlhTzYeOvztOpsdMcMxNviQZE6cLIzL8S1DHiD-iU8XhmtHDTaacJQF1qBynWx4Lthg/s320/cat%202.jpg"/></a></div>
And three more kitties. I swear, there are no duplicates here.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOuaGn__baop94uqNF-jSqcyEFpPh-p3BFjyeQ1Weat2VEsSFomoIVYReqkSc0Z-zN9QOHGb2c21F8Z-1lXtAlEmaICzlFC5uRJjoYTVgQDcNDh8uuo8b-s8M00Xq0qXdFv6OfQmAleY56Zy8mpkXtiNaLib1TFiav3I50jaQfepM75v-Zl3Y/s3583/cat%203.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="3583" data-original-width="3005" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOuaGn__baop94uqNF-jSqcyEFpPh-p3BFjyeQ1Weat2VEsSFomoIVYReqkSc0Z-zN9QOHGb2c21F8Z-1lXtAlEmaICzlFC5uRJjoYTVgQDcNDh8uuo8b-s8M00Xq0qXdFv6OfQmAleY56Zy8mpkXtiNaLib1TFiav3I50jaQfepM75v-Zl3Y/s320/cat%203.jpg"/></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_cHryon3ZavVFNa2D6mchiWA60IanqMxEhBGDN78eYHrWeindXsTr0xyCrowTqJJIkou3Z8UcIvUw8N1Z2TCqMmmOtxM8MhXsVw4jRWzJwmONBrrbeRhH0zBl3rQDpWUAVaqv4F-0UwXnTwPXnj4cChbvF9GCGcwOW6nD_C7GMbMxZsl1-M0/s4032/cats%204.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_cHryon3ZavVFNa2D6mchiWA60IanqMxEhBGDN78eYHrWeindXsTr0xyCrowTqJJIkou3Z8UcIvUw8N1Z2TCqMmmOtxM8MhXsVw4jRWzJwmONBrrbeRhH0zBl3rQDpWUAVaqv4F-0UwXnTwPXnj4cChbvF9GCGcwOW6nD_C7GMbMxZsl1-M0/s320/cats%204.jpg"/></a></div>
I was in heaven. As you might expect, I now follow the cat sanctuary, Gatti di Torre Argentina, on Instagram. I could have stayed there for the rest of the day, but Kathie was anxious to get to the Trajan Forum. More ruins...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsXO4nbwmCDW1ZZmr82lRL08g2xqPVtKagTP_jrhrxfTxbR2T-ic7fZBwe1yYhtJhsNJPVcRhafTqa057TxOyA9biuBKQdJYvNTKCo1EYL1AteBP0hqEgqz51Nm40mXtU4kOTur0w3Be9Uwq9sh6hKBLLzC6lXqT6poKs0VIvawhRNnl9s3g/s1280/Trajan%27s%20Forum%20ruins.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsXO4nbwmCDW1ZZmr82lRL08g2xqPVtKagTP_jrhrxfTxbR2T-ic7fZBwe1yYhtJhsNJPVcRhafTqa057TxOyA9biuBKQdJYvNTKCo1EYL1AteBP0hqEgqz51Nm40mXtU4kOTur0w3Be9Uwq9sh6hKBLLzC6lXqT6poKs0VIvawhRNnl9s3g/s320/Trajan%27s%20Forum%20ruins.jpg"/></a></div>Here is Trajan's Colonna, backed by an ominous sky.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQh0GEKYwogx0ZnH67noCXDiQjWh1BqQiC29Cvpyhjpe21t1xTBJHEoogHHyz3vuA4uetDmZSpHS6Re_xKwspw2xhVNN1ulXDYe5zY_6sy_vJepe8BDRhmrRaVxtvr-5F9rw9HfkK4BP_ytU_e9MWeqolD49b3bJ9lEHIfJN9AjrHvQ0eEfY/s4032/Trajan%20storm.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQh0GEKYwogx0ZnH67noCXDiQjWh1BqQiC29Cvpyhjpe21t1xTBJHEoogHHyz3vuA4uetDmZSpHS6Re_xKwspw2xhVNN1ulXDYe5zY_6sy_vJepe8BDRhmrRaVxtvr-5F9rw9HfkK4BP_ytU_e9MWeqolD49b3bJ9lEHIfJN9AjrHvQ0eEfY/s320/Trajan%20storm.jpg"/></a></div>
We hightailed it to lunch, where Kathie again had her new favorite - tonnarelli cacio e pepe.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDBhOKJxwZXcpMzcY4M2f7l5TZvz2EJmnCrmzrOuCBgCAqH6Cj2HLsnxdH6ZY1P3UjN-Id_4vawN3Z_0x4QQGfsr4jwXWPfJ3Hn5ATQjk2zkLribzqyeZVKMByIWMprDh5K8Uwm_W5xDsNK-K8wOSRZSRx5iLjIOxIilJiC-T2H34GEPSpwIU/s960/lunch.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDBhOKJxwZXcpMzcY4M2f7l5TZvz2EJmnCrmzrOuCBgCAqH6Cj2HLsnxdH6ZY1P3UjN-Id_4vawN3Z_0x4QQGfsr4jwXWPfJ3Hn5ATQjk2zkLribzqyeZVKMByIWMprDh5K8Uwm_W5xDsNK-K8wOSRZSRx5iLjIOxIilJiC-T2H34GEPSpwIU/s320/lunch.jpg"/></a></div> From here we hustled over to the Ponte Sant'Angelo to meet my teammate's daughter and first mama of my kitty Calcifer. She is doing a term in Roma for school, lucky girl. It was so nice to see her!<br></br>
On the way home, we came up on this poor tired tourist. She had just had enough!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHSwDUTJe5GMf5jFyEDPR7tfsWKGTWtnXOAQSNRqsMbIz01r71VVd15pwjlmM5Otw5SA1h10VxHSLzNi9RrtkBQ7-pzQG9OmVQkgDbZE8LOa9WmVykrwhoI_z0DRjIAvEko_xeKaBz4kuemUPAF03vUXYiRSGLFiEN0wjdTZ8YmHjNMAq3HI/s4032/tourist.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="2928" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHSwDUTJe5GMf5jFyEDPR7tfsWKGTWtnXOAQSNRqsMbIz01r71VVd15pwjlmM5Otw5SA1h10VxHSLzNi9RrtkBQ7-pzQG9OmVQkgDbZE8LOa9WmVykrwhoI_z0DRjIAvEko_xeKaBz4kuemUPAF03vUXYiRSGLFiEN0wjdTZ8YmHjNMAq3HI/s320/tourist.jpg"/></a></div>Luckily, there was an angel nearby to raise her up.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcLIMhejs0xb2fjNcOzhO1HW_rWuag9zdGy6TBEV-OTkSWSQhCm62Y1FF-s3xgmwp7art06vJEJn7RwXjaE5OvKqe1plxyl8wHK-89I082HwYtVgrEcg7VfJv13exjn7lbVPgB53XzRdERaejrOBK7sdb2zOPY8SdNZXiqoncg4POEPiUZ0uQ/s4032/angel.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcLIMhejs0xb2fjNcOzhO1HW_rWuag9zdGy6TBEV-OTkSWSQhCm62Y1FF-s3xgmwp7art06vJEJn7RwXjaE5OvKqe1plxyl8wHK-89I082HwYtVgrEcg7VfJv13exjn7lbVPgB53XzRdERaejrOBK7sdb2zOPY8SdNZXiqoncg4POEPiUZ0uQ/s320/angel.jpg"/></a></div>
One last wave to the Castel Sant'Angelo, this time from the back. By now we were dragging and couldn't seem to find our way out of the site. Oh look, there's the bridge by which the pope escapes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCyASrVvdTHF6zWVdKS8FWJmmr0rhu4hvgiwc5c4CmH4vWQkdLWlO_cxMVSpuKbu7iPN1pyT7I__YUYjM05Imb20aSRl9Us4t4FmJTsEpUzbxZ8XbwA4oixe7sZILjL_8eZs9cGcNXs1JVclBS6lxA7jzjKECYOcFg-b3YH6DmiKVPowVbas/s4032/castel.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNCyASrVvdTHF6zWVdKS8FWJmmr0rhu4hvgiwc5c4CmH4vWQkdLWlO_cxMVSpuKbu7iPN1pyT7I__YUYjM05Imb20aSRl9Us4t4FmJTsEpUzbxZ8XbwA4oixe7sZILjL_8eZs9cGcNXs1JVclBS6lxA7jzjKECYOcFg-b3YH6DmiKVPowVbas/s320/castel.jpg"/></a></div>
Dinner around the corner from the hotel, followed by a run back through the rain to pack and plan how I was going to get home the next day through the hurricane.<br></br>
Hurricane aside, we had really nice weather on this trip and saw lots of beautiful scenery and nice flowers (oleander, prickly pear cacti, jasmine, plumbago, bougainvillea). The Italian bread wasn't as good as I remembered it, but the pasta and cappuccino more than made up for it! On our way to the airport early on Friday morning, we passed the Circus Maximus. How did we miss that? Oh well. Arrivederci, Italia!
Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910422407911961084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-74972576469402084122022-12-04T16:39:00.007-05:002022-12-08T11:21:45.989-05:00What could be left? Wednesday, September 28, 2022What could possibly be left after visiting the Vatican? With two days until our flight home on Friday, you know we found more stuff to see.<br></br>
On Wednesday, we went back to St. Peter’s Basilica for a more leisurely visit. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDMRdj1LRtLsiozktIu0jzSzIgD18D-QgwCzls-mZV1lNawfOhiWpYzvI0hWzmXz2oEkMfLoPGl4vhMeeXSYrYzuiwVHcq5hopzkmk5bZVVew1NiVP5XNSqR8ozBuHiqJZlgVRg5nl0RclK4ntRsrUCT2GJc9B_kp6RbQ9JCsqQoty2h1ziw/s3963/Wednesday%20at%20St.%20Peter%27s%20Square.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="3963" data-original-width="2972" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDMRdj1LRtLsiozktIu0jzSzIgD18D-QgwCzls-mZV1lNawfOhiWpYzvI0hWzmXz2oEkMfLoPGl4vhMeeXSYrYzuiwVHcq5hopzkmk5bZVVew1NiVP5XNSqR8ozBuHiqJZlgVRg5nl0RclK4ntRsrUCT2GJc9B_kp6RbQ9JCsqQoty2h1ziw/s320/Wednesday%20at%20St.%20Peter%27s%20Square.jpg"/></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9M5ksy6j6jOjRqPu7SleKWGJBG92-fsyp6uNi0O5mwZN347GkHMBGPvfflgeYT25ZMZQPjEdMl6XeIL5-GVyJpL9Z-HupJmBRwgcl9kTecHx4LwFc6jnS5GpFxwSu6l5UPYBQcBF3xf3ZmrWrQsejDc-9IO93WIJxGbLOBrBklDUeRWCbM8/s800/Wednesday%20Vatican%20Square%20with%20cool%20clouds%20and%20umbrella%20trees.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9M5ksy6j6jOjRqPu7SleKWGJBG92-fsyp6uNi0O5mwZN347GkHMBGPvfflgeYT25ZMZQPjEdMl6XeIL5-GVyJpL9Z-HupJmBRwgcl9kTecHx4LwFc6jnS5GpFxwSu6l5UPYBQcBF3xf3ZmrWrQsejDc-9IO93WIJxGbLOBrBklDUeRWCbM8/s320/Wednesday%20Vatican%20Square%20with%20cool%20clouds%20and%20umbrella%20trees.jpg"/></a></div>
We happened to witness this little parade. We didn’t catch the saint’s identity, so you can make up whatever name/story you think suits.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTfUikIPKOyQIzDBocA6cpl_KqwpRf8wfqnvtfC3PvsZDedRthYzMnJkwTmqacL2np6K1Wyly8t9k8wstUdHS2BRhdRQOqmcELR-A14yHxiOhZISYOv9oXEwMwCuAgPl8kCm-9mnris2VYFTI8rNpQCwMrL_Ifj_tt9xDlWWWZ6syZ-th_Jk/s800/Wednesday%20parading%20St.%20Someone%20through%20Vatican%20square.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTfUikIPKOyQIzDBocA6cpl_KqwpRf8wfqnvtfC3PvsZDedRthYzMnJkwTmqacL2np6K1Wyly8t9k8wstUdHS2BRhdRQOqmcELR-A14yHxiOhZISYOv9oXEwMwCuAgPl8kCm-9mnris2VYFTI8rNpQCwMrL_Ifj_tt9xDlWWWZ6syZ-th_Jk/s320/Wednesday%20parading%20St.%20Someone%20through%20Vatican%20square.jpg"/></a></div>
We caught lunch in a little place. Now I can't remember what I ate but I had a lovely Coca-cola while Kathie read up on what Rick Steves had to say about Rome.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5z6GXZsi1qTwbTZ3on74kf7cnT4PfyKInoaCDOhqmbeadVR9ssvFccRYusT3ej-UXY71NG5edkA-oD1SzfibAFwKfAi3CUGqI7geMFScLDubQvkmSa_vnEfuSXPEqlPoiUdUKkuuxBw9Hq1sS4zV5SfJoIr4XE0LHueA9aGeA5lNiqFOaOv4/s4032/lunch%20on%20the%20way%20to%20the%20colosseum.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5z6GXZsi1qTwbTZ3on74kf7cnT4PfyKInoaCDOhqmbeadVR9ssvFccRYusT3ej-UXY71NG5edkA-oD1SzfibAFwKfAi3CUGqI7geMFScLDubQvkmSa_vnEfuSXPEqlPoiUdUKkuuxBw9Hq1sS4zV5SfJoIr4XE0LHueA9aGeA5lNiqFOaOv4/s320/lunch%20on%20the%20way%20to%20the%20colosseum.jpg"/></a></div>
The Colosseum. Woof, I hated the Colosseum. HATED it. All of the people taking selfies and merrily being tourists in a place that had seen so much violence and bloodshed, apparently unaware of the ancient suffering and bad vibes hovering around them. Kathie took some nice photos but I think this one is the best, showing the “basement” where the fighters and beasts would have awaited their fates.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijL26Frzftf6Mur2FXj6hbRmM5p7sWX_iLLGLhIl3RYzIOhTQP_yRdl3JzY8Tice8HfeZzLS3LyFN3oOpDOkvnn_Q3zRZm2ot9DSfMP5pEZre8UoRV46ecSVo9P5AjPGLczZhm-Qyku0aazb-TyUVPdDUxRmX-BneXbHkWMaBMkuIObZa8Fjg/s1024/Coliseum.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijL26Frzftf6Mur2FXj6hbRmM5p7sWX_iLLGLhIl3RYzIOhTQP_yRdl3JzY8Tice8HfeZzLS3LyFN3oOpDOkvnn_Q3zRZm2ot9DSfMP5pEZre8UoRV46ecSVo9P5AjPGLczZhm-Qyku0aazb-TyUVPdDUxRmX-BneXbHkWMaBMkuIObZa8Fjg/s320/Coliseum.jpg"/></a></div>
And then a hop, skip, and jump over to the Roman Forum. Here’s a tourist ambling along on Palatine Hill.
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That particular tourist took a bunch of photos from the hill. I like these.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm26o2pXY6Ik93OXQ2TeCVzuO9c21woPD_tKFuCUQzKuV7vCofRR2KHFgp2nqklTRJGiBkuB57hRXrg17M87UMYSSJ4WKx7Uh55j9TpyGsgdaCz31aGQ4_JIBFJ3GfjnuixpKFofgKbwP4WFsf30dGIokZWzXaF2evy9UO29pp7B0w08fuoqk/s800/Forum%201.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm26o2pXY6Ik93OXQ2TeCVzuO9c21woPD_tKFuCUQzKuV7vCofRR2KHFgp2nqklTRJGiBkuB57hRXrg17M87UMYSSJ4WKx7Uh55j9TpyGsgdaCz31aGQ4_JIBFJ3GfjnuixpKFofgKbwP4WFsf30dGIokZWzXaF2evy9UO29pp7B0w08fuoqk/s320/Forum%201.jpg"/></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3oAEWEu6cHLUpWUW4z60hTYPu0zqIEGwjUDXzkUBPTVRr9nF5p52Jw1eakSIOr4-o67HRwJzPTqkuzSSvuiB4iJ5fAG66EiZD5wgRGHKHSadbT1jvihc5CrcE3r1Ulkq1HsM2skPsLnHLWMxJwlV2a4LV1JZNaJAq1iopgdTkwghpTpERg4/s800/Forum%202,%20senate%20building.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3oAEWEu6cHLUpWUW4z60hTYPu0zqIEGwjUDXzkUBPTVRr9nF5p52Jw1eakSIOr4-o67HRwJzPTqkuzSSvuiB4iJ5fAG66EiZD5wgRGHKHSadbT1jvihc5CrcE3r1Ulkq1HsM2skPsLnHLWMxJwlV2a4LV1JZNaJAq1iopgdTkwghpTpERg4/s320/Forum%202,%20senate%20building.jpg"/></a></div>
In the photo just above, the pinkish brick two story in the upper left was the senate building. Remember this.<br></br>
Back down in the forum itself, she got a lovely shot of the surviving columns of Il Tempio dei Dioscuri (the twins Castor and Pollux).<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxDYmUZ3bwWQiYygQSGGg9FCg_sN4kr9QewDvjBx7Uxny6TOADe-L9KRPkDCV4XKMCawP6JoamvHatp69njj93kmc7gYO-d8Z4hcs09iGXadJli8kcqotRWGDsdoKVzM76wlymi5I5W6gINw9Sl34D-G6uuFD2HyWvtMiO2Zggb09tmyxVQYA/s800/columns%20from%20Il%20Tempio%20dei%20Dioscuri.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxDYmUZ3bwWQiYygQSGGg9FCg_sN4kr9QewDvjBx7Uxny6TOADe-L9KRPkDCV4XKMCawP6JoamvHatp69njj93kmc7gYO-d8Z4hcs09iGXadJli8kcqotRWGDsdoKVzM76wlymi5I5W6gINw9Sl34D-G6uuFD2HyWvtMiO2Zggb09tmyxVQYA/s320/columns%20from%20Il%20Tempio%20dei%20Dioscuri.jpg"/></a></div>
I was more interested in more mundane ruins, for example this shot that I call "ancient building components graveyard". Much like our Home Depot or Lowes.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9uYiDLx1LRbYGVrm2X2J2LVG7shakUp5fRUv9thZoft389To7NP4iVUTepWTn5fXPT-Bhh83kEvB3z2YRCufFFXZcSiKJFMvUqoVOyb6pc8S0PFvFHL2VZE4U09JZoJwXPZXOxiLABOQy_0kX7DH7os8TP7n1O5DYk-6avypfqUfTxnvX2M/s4032/Roman%20Forum%20columns%20graveyard.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9uYiDLx1LRbYGVrm2X2J2LVG7shakUp5fRUv9thZoft389To7NP4iVUTepWTn5fXPT-Bhh83kEvB3z2YRCufFFXZcSiKJFMvUqoVOyb6pc8S0PFvFHL2VZE4U09JZoJwXPZXOxiLABOQy_0kX7DH7os8TP7n1O5DYk-6avypfqUfTxnvX2M/s320/Roman%20Forum%20columns%20graveyard.jpg"/></a></div>
Remember the senate building I referred you to above? It was NOT the senate where Julius Caesar was assassinated, which was a shock to at least one of us. Remember this for tomorrow's post. <br></br>
Walk, walk, walk. We wore ourselves out trying to find our way out of the darn place, so we ubered back to the hotel for a quiet dinner.Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910422407911961084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-87503026614203005092022-11-27T17:04:00.018-05:002022-11-27T18:25:55.375-05:00"I made this," or Tuesday in Roma, September 27, 2022The breakfast buffet at our Rome hotel was nothing to write home about, other than the fact that it way beat out the Hilton Garden Express (and I love the Hilton Garden Express) and you could pour your own cappuccino from the machine. Kathie and I got so we were sucking down two of those cappuccinos at each sitting. I would weigh a ton if I had one of those machines.<br></br>
Then we took off for Piazza Navonna. Amazing what you might pass along the way.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_DUO-FlJLLDW2YFTQ1B9dlOBMOvfsiR3nFHSJELoKyDKVu-j61tfI1dzBhfpsWm8HoIMJk0JNa9GfB_OFVTX3Ink6Gw8cKVvex0nrTYjBihwnsXt_Lar-t2lj0r__SrTeOdU_cK8LobTEm_EQInfiXMNymu0sO5M9zp63e9QmjSWK0hZVfw/s800/hiking%20across%20bridge%20Tuesday%20to%20Piazza%20Navonna.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_DUO-FlJLLDW2YFTQ1B9dlOBMOvfsiR3nFHSJELoKyDKVu-j61tfI1dzBhfpsWm8HoIMJk0JNa9GfB_OFVTX3Ink6Gw8cKVvex0nrTYjBihwnsXt_Lar-t2lj0r__SrTeOdU_cK8LobTEm_EQInfiXMNymu0sO5M9zp63e9QmjSWK0hZVfw/s320/hiking%20across%20bridge%20Tuesday%20to%20Piazza%20Navonna.jpg"/></a></div>
And then we have three guys and a dog. I don't know how Kathie gets away with taking strangers' photos like she does.
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjZ51TQM0C9b9GDVffOXq_UCfNSzN905dvOo279wkVZWWIo2vyie_X1QsldUJlCIYNr1obRKVZsa03bnfgba9g0CYDW2ra0zJdGk5WbY7D3UMnQBWij-QDywRVDrbG7v_hge46eoB1DoBm9J-NS-WOXQVc7BtLFtubMwsN2q650cJ7BdEjlqE/s800/3%20guys%20and%20a%20dog%20Piazza%20Navonna.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjZ51TQM0C9b9GDVffOXq_UCfNSzN905dvOo279wkVZWWIo2vyie_X1QsldUJlCIYNr1obRKVZsa03bnfgba9g0CYDW2ra0zJdGk5WbY7D3UMnQBWij-QDywRVDrbG7v_hge46eoB1DoBm9J-NS-WOXQVc7BtLFtubMwsN2q650cJ7BdEjlqE/s320/3%20guys%20and%20a%20dog%20Piazza%20Navonna.jpg"/></a></div>Here's what I know about the Piazza Navonna. Built in 1st century A.D. on the site of the Stadium of Domitian, where there were "games" (I figure more animal slaughtering). Oy vey, the auras these places must have. Nowadays, a gazillion tourists flock to see the Baroque Church of St. Agnes and three fountains - Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi by Bernini, Fontana del Moro by della Porta, who also created the Fountain of Neptune (couldn't find the Italian name for that one). <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjunh5SVQm5IaQE55Z9SY0AJamSUe-Sl6b6lerrpA-xmKpzd4aPdC2SH0pwTODsdkMzjJoLHeU8-L42YPaLEZakcQM-iKEoMsVE3fRJcZ651DCQ7KnzsDfKPYxO8M7p452Nq0uiNaNddzP61yaEl9W_Hs3O8oPX49l-2mPp9zj5dBFlvz8t0/s800/Piazza%20Navonna%20fountain.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjunh5SVQm5IaQE55Z9SY0AJamSUe-Sl6b6lerrpA-xmKpzd4aPdC2SH0pwTODsdkMzjJoLHeU8-L42YPaLEZakcQM-iKEoMsVE3fRJcZ651DCQ7KnzsDfKPYxO8M7p452Nq0uiNaNddzP61yaEl9W_Hs3O8oPX49l-2mPp9zj5dBFlvz8t0/s320/Piazza%20Navonna%20fountain.jpg"/></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9XU-iVS_KtbwJUNsNkX2HHDq0utR0uZHGhn_0L2VKLnxAKMK4n8lFXJBlUAADjMNIUekAkcjeN9w02sMwiMs3ZsHDSPdmb7aAkCjPoiL-_dlYphkbsmnGkgcrT-GQ1lvmT0UgJzfhrIqfUIO-NSAAuF9Gz_9dkQnz-HhD_Pulm3oCIDcj6ng/s4032/Piazza%20Navonna%20leaning%20obelisk.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9XU-iVS_KtbwJUNsNkX2HHDq0utR0uZHGhn_0L2VKLnxAKMK4n8lFXJBlUAADjMNIUekAkcjeN9w02sMwiMs3ZsHDSPdmb7aAkCjPoiL-_dlYphkbsmnGkgcrT-GQ1lvmT0UgJzfhrIqfUIO-NSAAuF9Gz_9dkQnz-HhD_Pulm3oCIDcj6ng/s320/Piazza%20Navonna%20leaning%20obelisk.jpg"/></a></div>
That last one looks like we might have been in Pisa, but we weren't and here's proof - the Pantheon, right around the corner from the Piazza Navonna. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3caMpQNY2MdBkTIz-KS0EHrlde_KNOba1hycF7Szx4AufIri0V2WRY7YXTcSLxT4C8b0QEnvUaCZAU0sCE6jtx05Wj1XcsloHEHUYnnDX1nM4aze8JQXlvDSZECaUl5o4yLFXTxaytox06r-ab7BfebW0KuBmmaAifQh5JG2w0EaZSQC3oTQ/s800/Pantheon%20on%20Tuesday.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3caMpQNY2MdBkTIz-KS0EHrlde_KNOba1hycF7Szx4AufIri0V2WRY7YXTcSLxT4C8b0QEnvUaCZAU0sCE6jtx05Wj1XcsloHEHUYnnDX1nM4aze8JQXlvDSZECaUl5o4yLFXTxaytox06r-ab7BfebW0KuBmmaAifQh5JG2w0EaZSQC3oTQ/s320/Pantheon%20on%20Tuesday.jpg"/></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpckPzZ34B_y8yBG_2hFSHwMXkT9LEzKl1mrtjVma60x0t92vskRmKeYVjIk_UbHyDWViHInLhfRjPA_cqOUAbgpxMrWlag25AfAdEgKkPFEPqeYUCiSrsJEmt9y508d0TssqhMfiSopQ4OSM_xXGFIQAgz_hGqQtUc77XMqSUGR0S9zlM3A/s4032/Pantheon%20oculus.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYpckPzZ34B_y8yBG_2hFSHwMXkT9LEzKl1mrtjVma60x0t92vskRmKeYVjIk_UbHyDWViHInLhfRjPA_cqOUAbgpxMrWlag25AfAdEgKkPFEPqeYUCiSrsJEmt9y508d0TssqhMfiSopQ4OSM_xXGFIQAgz_hGqQtUc77XMqSUGR0S9zlM3A/s320/Pantheon%20oculus.jpg"/></a></div>
"I made this," said Agrippa.<br></br>
Why were there so many tourists on a Tuesday in October? Why, oh why? I don't know but I love that oculus. <br></br>
And then we have the Colonna di Marco Aurelio...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDRCrVGsldpxhZ0MCoy7BVkrx7cYFlbKi7GhBUllc9iGD4cBLjFH4-dxuWDRxoHQ24B5SjgOC8dA1lZAaaLflANYwQQ7VRQj4v6H4i17E_hShjf8H_tB0JkCkjO09roFD59tEpti9ehF9Cj3PbvhZpf8_xgVHnSCsTOnVrX4GZxng0qSrrMk/s3770/Colonna%20di%20Marco%20Aurelio.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="3770" data-original-width="2451" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDRCrVGsldpxhZ0MCoy7BVkrx7cYFlbKi7GhBUllc9iGD4cBLjFH4-dxuWDRxoHQ24B5SjgOC8dA1lZAaaLflANYwQQ7VRQj4v6H4i17E_hShjf8H_tB0JkCkjO09roFD59tEpti9ehF9Cj3PbvhZpf8_xgVHnSCsTOnVrX4GZxng0qSrrMk/s320/Colonna%20di%20Marco%20Aurelio.jpg"/></a></div>
...and the Trevi Fountain. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvH3z9QGJBhTmEcNQKtuz25_d4pqEqWYKPPLjA7ci1q2Kt7YRBPUWN6oeyM45az-fcJcDcXbT_B47Jcy41ru7lYUj5LbqctI8nuAjrGpwEYJuGjAAO3i7b1YKQHMkwOfKWKn-45rX2XD8sYYW5Cda6vZGcCH_nO15RgVsOBcJX3zDXkpd2hNs/s800/Trevi%20Fountain.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvH3z9QGJBhTmEcNQKtuz25_d4pqEqWYKPPLjA7ci1q2Kt7YRBPUWN6oeyM45az-fcJcDcXbT_B47Jcy41ru7lYUj5LbqctI8nuAjrGpwEYJuGjAAO3i7b1YKQHMkwOfKWKn-45rX2XD8sYYW5Cda6vZGcCH_nO15RgVsOBcJX3zDXkpd2hNs/s320/Trevi%20Fountain.jpg"/></a></div>
Too many tourists! We had elbowed our way up to get that last pic and were trying to get a good selfie when another tourist offered to take a photo for us. She took a crap photo, handed back the phone, and then weaseled into our primo spot while we were looking at the phone! I think she was a professional tourist.<br></br>
Janie had asked for a pic of the Spanish Steps.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIPYUukp1w6hVt5n-GeVpNM41t4ADqsRHzHOGlqouvu0x4IJu6y08vXcAs8SdODltzxvZPMqBTn7qbzi8INafY27P6vMwKaamg_SVW1SkUPDB7yiAfKybvs9bnXyP9jQIyNfyj8HdpT8NeojqvvbbX-FxmyN80uNJmi8iHRPqCQ7dLtazKP0Q/s800/Spanish%20Steps.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIPYUukp1w6hVt5n-GeVpNM41t4ADqsRHzHOGlqouvu0x4IJu6y08vXcAs8SdODltzxvZPMqBTn7qbzi8INafY27P6vMwKaamg_SVW1SkUPDB7yiAfKybvs9bnXyP9jQIyNfyj8HdpT8NeojqvvbbX-FxmyN80uNJmi8iHRPqCQ7dLtazKP0Q/s320/Spanish%20Steps.jpg"/></a></div>Be sure to not sit down, though - the Spanish Steps police will fine you if they catch you sitting down.<br></br>
On the way back across the river to have some lunch before we were to meet Francesca, we passed the Castel Sant'Angelo.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBNwCJ0Q9M814n29pAqBhg1JRWXYKJuWddW3gA2FhMF5UebiBbYwzK3-Efst1XWg5SPSnO1RxpwInNP9_kEJgV2ZQuAhG-TJbhMTUOADwfj4CWjoZzNR5IclvPL0aj0Czjbd-tL-L2diQ-NV0YGAD3DqS3RLro2e0cZmAxvcR78lyK76VYr4/s4032/on%20the%20say%20back%20to%20lunch%20on%20Tuesday.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHBNwCJ0Q9M814n29pAqBhg1JRWXYKJuWddW3gA2FhMF5UebiBbYwzK3-Efst1XWg5SPSnO1RxpwInNP9_kEJgV2ZQuAhG-TJbhMTUOADwfj4CWjoZzNR5IclvPL0aj0Czjbd-tL-L2diQ-NV0YGAD3DqS3RLro2e0cZmAxvcR78lyK76VYr4/s320/on%20the%20say%20back%20to%20lunch%20on%20Tuesday.jpg"/></a></div>
We had lunch at a little place close to the Vatican, where I had tonnarelli cacio e pepe, Kathie had some rice and shrimp thingy, and a couple of adolescent boys lunching at the table next to us - sans adults, mind you - ordered lasagna.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrY8YlGx5EzHMQzudmAO2zvp9zV4ZyNqjMWnxIJ6mJL8XAAwLgDnV2gcOpjCIurvQOeQNnMIS9UBe5fElGa9qdzhbIXWPgeELuqyojZkTDR_LehXW1ohWzMcrRubBzwSzW4RF7JOMWsvwjLVcHbdihsyPMsFwJS3Kg72dWxQGVnWhjZpA50b8/s800/lunch%20on%20Tuesday.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrY8YlGx5EzHMQzudmAO2zvp9zV4ZyNqjMWnxIJ6mJL8XAAwLgDnV2gcOpjCIurvQOeQNnMIS9UBe5fElGa9qdzhbIXWPgeELuqyojZkTDR_LehXW1ohWzMcrRubBzwSzW4RF7JOMWsvwjLVcHbdihsyPMsFwJS3Kg72dWxQGVnWhjZpA50b8/s320/lunch%20on%20Tuesday.jpg"/></a></div>
We met Francesca at 2 p.m. and went through a mob or three to enter the Vatican. Kathie took LOTS of photos. Here's the bronze Sfera con Sfera (Sphere Within a Sphere) by Arnaldo Pomodoro, 1990, in the Cortile della Pigna (Pinecone Courtyard). I thought it was cool.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig00TVcfW-TJVo2vBEJ0IVNttoT2OEDvIKcfTq9gWS_4XQ90V8PDCqoK6sk-Np6lUfJnQLY7KUWmsUM685Y63ipsOmIXJW6X3O2fWmZrnOmJtrE7N0P8ZMtidd6zVIaZf_w-_RiqGRMk7-vtfSPbVsMriaTCqRe9KxrpPYALvaNH0DM5sKQFo/s799/orb%20thing%20in%20Vatican%20courtyard.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="799" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig00TVcfW-TJVo2vBEJ0IVNttoT2OEDvIKcfTq9gWS_4XQ90V8PDCqoK6sk-Np6lUfJnQLY7KUWmsUM685Y63ipsOmIXJW6X3O2fWmZrnOmJtrE7N0P8ZMtidd6zVIaZf_w-_RiqGRMk7-vtfSPbVsMriaTCqRe9KxrpPYALvaNH0DM5sKQFo/s320/orb%20thing%20in%20Vatican%20courtyard.jpg"/></a></div>
And the Chiaramonti Museum, full of Roman portrait busts. A week later, an American tourist, supposedly upset that he wasn't allowed to see the pope, knocked over some of the busts and, well, busted them up. Embarrassing.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8lqYQ04A1yNfGQQp2jGbt2NpsrEoTBcI8ZR_sCYZNq3zrZJ6xe1DHknY9lpEYkbO8qgFgYRnarWHHFP5lNbIoZNqVXJkxOpg2oyBRufWYBNfbHoJ_GObvrlj5Aj7aEm0wB-o378fB5hm6P4hj-g2aRHfrvGkEjFwHjP3phX0TnXPJJsqE1T8/s800/Chiaramonti%20Museum%20at%20Vatican%20Roman%20portrait%20busts.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8lqYQ04A1yNfGQQp2jGbt2NpsrEoTBcI8ZR_sCYZNq3zrZJ6xe1DHknY9lpEYkbO8qgFgYRnarWHHFP5lNbIoZNqVXJkxOpg2oyBRufWYBNfbHoJ_GObvrlj5Aj7aEm0wB-o378fB5hm6P4hj-g2aRHfrvGkEjFwHjP3phX0TnXPJJsqE1T8/s320/Chiaramonti%20Museum%20at%20Vatican%20Roman%20portrait%20busts.jpg"/></a></div>
Apparently there are 24 Vatican museums. I liked the Gallery of Maps. Here's Francesca pointing out something on the map of Sicilia.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2PbDApA4FOjAV-_ZYzwE9nPj0tS_YaY1iAYiEq5iRS3FrgKCNeMBHMmxmirAniVp-Da4FDHvv3QmaR7Qy6jnqe7K2aoHDnlZZH6BI5EOBOGz_a-2QMIQNMHAO2rH_tL6-80KdbMNAlPEGSbzeROcYfk8cMftDfH30EC4rJr1JDLDxZP7NbwI/s800/Sicilia%20in%20Gallery%20of%20Maps.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2PbDApA4FOjAV-_ZYzwE9nPj0tS_YaY1iAYiEq5iRS3FrgKCNeMBHMmxmirAniVp-Da4FDHvv3QmaR7Qy6jnqe7K2aoHDnlZZH6BI5EOBOGz_a-2QMIQNMHAO2rH_tL6-80KdbMNAlPEGSbzeROcYfk8cMftDfH30EC4rJr1JDLDxZP7NbwI/s320/Sicilia%20in%20Gallery%20of%20Maps.jpg"/></a></div>
And this here tapestry on the left had Kathie all agog. The eyes of the character in red (I'm a little red-faced that I can't remember - Kath, was this supposed to be Jesus?) appear to follow the observer while s/he's walking by. There is, however, a rational explanation for this phenomenon but I'll leave that to you to look up. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNPc1tylDmY4vVmMcFgYTAfdAyNMZrXTw3Rdx1OP0j3eTHaqeUpEKTd0YAY4NBtXJsFdRN0KWPuDo-cuzew6fNzYg376Y4q8PFTyy-kmpD5mFuINi2CBdX7sznsBOxL964F8n1Gkx8GPbMrAr9JrveK3xHOwbXtk0R6xLNgB5ajWZse3NTlJQ/s800/tapestries%20with%20image%20that%20watches%20you%20walk%20by.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNPc1tylDmY4vVmMcFgYTAfdAyNMZrXTw3Rdx1OP0j3eTHaqeUpEKTd0YAY4NBtXJsFdRN0KWPuDo-cuzew6fNzYg376Y4q8PFTyy-kmpD5mFuINi2CBdX7sznsBOxL964F8n1Gkx8GPbMrAr9JrveK3xHOwbXtk0R6xLNgB5ajWZse3NTlJQ/s320/tapestries%20with%20image%20that%20watches%20you%20walk%20by.jpg"/></a></div>
Ah, the Sistine Chapel! We and 500 of our closest friends packed into the Sistine Chapel to bend our necks out of whack to see Michelangelo's famed and fantastically beautiful ceiling. Not how I remembered it from 50 years ago but what does an 18 year old know? Of course, no pics allowed, so you're on your own to look up whatever you can find on the Internet.<br></br>
On to St. Peter's Basilica, the largest Christian church in the world. Overwhelmingly beautiful. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDNyNfsQFmTYWDbo0dflUG1LKIef9NlOq60u-LZVUxWkmxRj7PDVqVwareBuNtIkDKRtLFplcdvMcG0hM0ibWkYpgCf4yThlGZ4-o1XVvtefXNVYj5FAklgHLHX8AD0hGIAaipZZbMe-vntffL9jjrH6U7aiFu1qqld3WZu2mZxbAiZBRN6Wg/s800/St.%20Peter%27s%20Basilica.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDNyNfsQFmTYWDbo0dflUG1LKIef9NlOq60u-LZVUxWkmxRj7PDVqVwareBuNtIkDKRtLFplcdvMcG0hM0ibWkYpgCf4yThlGZ4-o1XVvtefXNVYj5FAklgHLHX8AD0hGIAaipZZbMe-vntffL9jjrH6U7aiFu1qqld3WZu2mZxbAiZBRN6Wg/s320/St.%20Peter%27s%20Basilica.jpg"/></a></div>
On this spot in 800, Charlemagne was crowned Emperor of the HRE.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlBx_ON9lo6mzyxogPyEYWpXUwMj6oIgsmV0nVxEE2ljxItZX2McavA5Ha0miuUiShRCvV2LAgMPluMDrVio5L-SaBv9pIyYVGh8Li386R8qPHlIVZ_ingOz55akgm4B03oUHwdHwcAFBfLD3TvgpxO6VUAcX1QOtm4WbVaBmZNz3qunUQEmc/s800/St.%20Peter%27s%20site%20of%20Charlemagne%27s%20coronation%20as%20Emperor%20of%20Romans%20Christmas%20800.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlBx_ON9lo6mzyxogPyEYWpXUwMj6oIgsmV0nVxEE2ljxItZX2McavA5Ha0miuUiShRCvV2LAgMPluMDrVio5L-SaBv9pIyYVGh8Li386R8qPHlIVZ_ingOz55akgm4B03oUHwdHwcAFBfLD3TvgpxO6VUAcX1QOtm4WbVaBmZNz3qunUQEmc/s320/St.%20Peter%27s%20site%20of%20Charlemagne%27s%20coronation%20as%20Emperor%20of%20Romans%20Christmas%20800.jpg"/></a></div>
This is Bernini's Tomb of Pope Alexander VII in the south transept. Pretty cool. You should go read about it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYLu8Skn1cDr-wIz8UYSqO1RxXfyYwlJNXArlGARmr0CV0BKxycU1NfUeQNDtDtnipOrDBJkyLU9ytLgUSKIZFMrNiM3xqNcLWaqtY1mRSA98hGXlxeDjzE9NCuP9vE82kAU2f0oFKcGdI2o7gZXZehEqRz6IAIB3ReA2LHA4ZJWVfAjaH9Lg/s600/tomb%20of%20Pope%20Alexander%20VII%20in%20south%20transept.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYLu8Skn1cDr-wIz8UYSqO1RxXfyYwlJNXArlGARmr0CV0BKxycU1NfUeQNDtDtnipOrDBJkyLU9ytLgUSKIZFMrNiM3xqNcLWaqtY1mRSA98hGXlxeDjzE9NCuP9vE82kAU2f0oFKcGdI2o7gZXZehEqRz6IAIB3ReA2LHA4ZJWVfAjaH9Lg/s320/tomb%20of%20Pope%20Alexander%20VII%20in%20south%20transept.jpg"/></a></div>
Here is Bernini's Baldachin over the remains of St. Peter. Supposedly.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDUMeNGkq3uTxGOWPj1r1aHrewJ89_nfGlwsX93n6I207tqfP9ZzB_ZUE1GJbambCOQQ0r4ncn828ekT6YdevR_0vQyyL1PH6IX57spaId5GqVTzSw6r79JFmni28ixaF854_QjRouoHTnlvKWT94uxiD9bcmzx5YR5h7tF-xbZ09HfKIc6U/s600/bronze%20spiral%20post%20of%20Bernini%27s%20St.%20Peter%27s%20Baldachin.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDUMeNGkq3uTxGOWPj1r1aHrewJ89_nfGlwsX93n6I207tqfP9ZzB_ZUE1GJbambCOQQ0r4ncn828ekT6YdevR_0vQyyL1PH6IX57spaId5GqVTzSw6r79JFmni28ixaF854_QjRouoHTnlvKWT94uxiD9bcmzx5YR5h7tF-xbZ09HfKIc6U/s320/bronze%20spiral%20post%20of%20Bernini%27s%20St.%20Peter%27s%20Baldachin.jpg"/></a></div>
And above that...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzDd_2RRZK4gWwGd3FuaiOB8WG1iLOmHgV0jvDHYNdqmR2ddqSxOBYa5xM_JO5aLL6-O-umKU7ASzRxVvAY6k8R-uwdU8gscPoxQo54qkGZKAC-Fw2ZOki3yZpaxMV6QK4fJ8Lg35MpCn2MLqxkup_2oS0Fzowfx_JPhhny66lEqQcBED620/s600/Over%20Bernini%27s%20altar.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzDd_2RRZK4gWwGd3FuaiOB8WG1iLOmHgV0jvDHYNdqmR2ddqSxOBYa5xM_JO5aLL6-O-umKU7ASzRxVvAY6k8R-uwdU8gscPoxQo54qkGZKAC-Fw2ZOki3yZpaxMV6QK4fJ8Lg35MpCn2MLqxkup_2oS0Fzowfx_JPhhny66lEqQcBED620/s320/Over%20Bernini%27s%20altar.jpg"/></a></div>
Awe inspiring. But nothing can prepare you for the Pieta. Oh, the Pieta. Just the sight of her choked me up. Michelangelo sculpted her when he was 26 years old. How did such a young man capture such beauty and emotion? Beyond all comprehension.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Jj5RmCsNJSJ1pT1cLC4mRvIxAoriHxVsWAyf2fA9T3Wm4a8ExFJJqENQZVBVWByzbZOIAOPLQvsObMHiJWU7D906pfJtKj9SAu4IS8XZCfnEYArKrmmTiQ043tIJjbSEs-mUZhLMten1uoK5EMzeqhvfOKqNUkyFRuBb41cerr1_O6qr-aw/s800/Pieta.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Jj5RmCsNJSJ1pT1cLC4mRvIxAoriHxVsWAyf2fA9T3Wm4a8ExFJJqENQZVBVWByzbZOIAOPLQvsObMHiJWU7D906pfJtKj9SAu4IS8XZCfnEYArKrmmTiQ043tIJjbSEs-mUZhLMten1uoK5EMzeqhvfOKqNUkyFRuBb41cerr1_O6qr-aw/s320/Pieta.jpg"/></a></div> The sight of her, for me, was the highlight of the whole trip. <br></br>
But we're not done. Outside, the Vatican guards were yucking it up.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDn_YtO2Ow6xUkXywscp-RjVuPA2zambTejAToZljOAvMxdTEbcgzK1ZGDl-1rFMthy3C5JWcHOJRnvXxoZ-hIixdGSIWBxanDo4B6Ajj_O9i6JhSvXZFMi-oA3I94V7ljjNkuramD_4bvAd_8KSjLSfK4tESI_h3yc3A1sZW6ngRL7M1WgW0/s3024/Vatican%20guards%20yucking%20it%20up.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="2799" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDn_YtO2Ow6xUkXywscp-RjVuPA2zambTejAToZljOAvMxdTEbcgzK1ZGDl-1rFMthy3C5JWcHOJRnvXxoZ-hIixdGSIWBxanDo4B6Ajj_O9i6JhSvXZFMi-oA3I94V7ljjNkuramD_4bvAd_8KSjLSfK4tESI_h3yc3A1sZW6ngRL7M1WgW0/s320/Vatican%20guards%20yucking%20it%20up.jpg"/></a></div>
Cute. And Bernini's fountain in the Square with the Vatican post office in the background.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqoP-iEk10QeeWXWgKo7A8E1yDtg-NcTNU7802FSMv_cyT8SsJOiYdgyNKevfRyjwTmkIMJ1Q2dKaVR8uwCSi2pLZAAWkNV4g7Nis9RIt0ZtBT1R-6n3OeGnK1vVGc1BV4TUFqJqp-Ddo-T7zJ-m4B_sU4e4arqEyp4S0l_eqMH6Idr-urrRY/s800/Vatican%20Square%20fountain.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqoP-iEk10QeeWXWgKo7A8E1yDtg-NcTNU7802FSMv_cyT8SsJOiYdgyNKevfRyjwTmkIMJ1Q2dKaVR8uwCSi2pLZAAWkNV4g7Nis9RIt0ZtBT1R-6n3OeGnK1vVGc1BV4TUFqJqp-Ddo-T7zJ-m4B_sU4e4arqEyp4S0l_eqMH6Idr-urrRY/s320/Vatican%20Square%20fountain.jpg"/></a></div>
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On our way home, we again passed the Castel Sant'Angelo. This evening shot reminds me of Dan Brown's Angels and Demons book.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLf5k3NRFeNj55k_O1zvZboeJNNImeVszxBFTM_ntqHDwxv6hKeMEmAqnf9C4Z3shlVbHz22WK8IFujtWWWCTHvG39wtkNN7XwdY9TZr5U2zvH9ctwglvQoybgJZpPrMlXbE-0EAW7N7MKvBZ2ZVCZpTOlUlj5jB_Yu8pw4TgrY03kXbcO7fk/s4032/Castel%20Sant%27Angelo%20at%20night.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLf5k3NRFeNj55k_O1zvZboeJNNImeVszxBFTM_ntqHDwxv6hKeMEmAqnf9C4Z3shlVbHz22WK8IFujtWWWCTHvG39wtkNN7XwdY9TZr5U2zvH9ctwglvQoybgJZpPrMlXbE-0EAW7N7MKvBZ2ZVCZpTOlUlj5jB_Yu8pw4TgrY03kXbcO7fk/s320/Castel%20Sant%27Angelo%20at%20night.jpg"/></a></div>
It is beautiful. One of my favorite sites in Roma.
Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910422407911961084noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-29654408719392989002022-11-20T09:49:00.005-05:002022-11-27T14:46:17.021-05:00Wrap-up on Sicily, Monday, September 26, 2022This resort was also very nice. We had a suite with a tiny balcony, so could enjoy sunrise before breakfast.
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Oh look, there are those people again, across the way from our balcony! Oddly, the lady has a prickly pear cactus growing out of her head.
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We both enjoyed a two course breakfast with cappuccino. Here's Kathie's:
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Then we walked around the grounds a little before taking off to the airport for our flight to Roma. We took some great photos but these are my favorites: proof that the wheel was invented in Sicily, and a perfect little red blossom (crown of thorns, or euphorbia milii).
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Arrivederci, Sicilia! Next stop Roma, where we arrived kind of late at the Hotel NH Collection Roman Giustiniano and had (what else?) pasta for dinner. Tomorrow, the Vatican!
Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910422407911961084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-72907667973606604222022-11-20T09:15:00.004-05:002022-11-20T09:36:15.094-05:00Last Full Day on Sicily - Mt. Etna, Yet Another Winery, and Taormina, Sunday, September 25, 2022Our resort, Donna Carmela, had donuts on its breakfast buffet, so of course we took a photo to send to our donut-loving brother. Then we ate one with the rest of our breakfast and cappuccinos.
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Actually, I had one of those little round bun thingies with the green circle of pistachio cream in the middle. I'd give it a B+.<br></br>
Here are Francesca and our bus driver, Giuseppe, enjoying their breakfast.
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Then we took off on the bus for Mt. Etna (La Montagne). Here's a pic of one of several large calderas on the volcano, which is fairly active.
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Kathie and I wandered a smaller crater with our guide and the rest of the group. It was quite windy.
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Haha, I love that last photo! I was actually touching one of those Van de Graaff generators just out of view of the camera. I think it's a good look for me, so will check with my hairdresser to see if she has a perm for this effect.<br></br>
Lunch was at another winery, Barone di Villagrande Estate, which is on Etna. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTsJesyOPWqenPnRjM-4g1rjz8p4I5zrkRIUnDJRplSEC1HYzP8QbVTjSv0WnpxfICGBCjbxlxg5X4qTP-j955pcqZgavoz2QcgeM4J9oA5YM4PU_Au2CkBUkkhcAC3GluPrpu255May73udNPRTLK_R8yERz5cDqghyL_-CMqi3hhscPErI/s1024/vineyard%20at%20Barone%20di%20Villagrande%20Estate.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsTsJesyOPWqenPnRjM-4g1rjz8p4I5zrkRIUnDJRplSEC1HYzP8QbVTjSv0WnpxfICGBCjbxlxg5X4qTP-j955pcqZgavoz2QcgeM4J9oA5YM4PU_Au2CkBUkkhcAC3GluPrpu255May73udNPRTLK_R8yERz5cDqghyL_-CMqi3hhscPErI/s320/vineyard%20at%20Barone%20di%20Villagrande%20Estate.jpg"/></a></div>
They store their wine in huge chestnut barrels from the trees on the property.
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And here's evidence of the chestnut trees.
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Next up - a walking tour of Taormina: inside the city gate, a couple of churches, a building that I just liked, and a Greco-Roman theater.
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Window shopping was kinda fun but we couldn't find anything that we wanted to buy - not for a lack of trying.
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Aren't those chickens/roosters adorable? Kathie and I took a gazillion photos of them, trying to get the perfect shot. Kathie, of course, succeeded.<br></br>
It rained pretty hard there for a little bit, and then the sun peeked through and shone on the harbor.
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Dinner was at a little place close by, high up looking over the water back toward Taormina. We were the only ones there. Here's a photo of our chef and our cute little dessert (none of those huge chunk of triple chocolate whatevers that you have to share to get through a third of it).
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Mucho gusto!
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Thelma, Louise, and Boulder.
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At Noto, a gate in the city wall and the cathedral.
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These structures don’t look a thing like what I see in Charleston. I wonder what seeing such old beauties every day must do to one’s perception of the world/life. For example, look at the gentleman below, sitting at an outdoor café table and chatting on his phone. Oblivious.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IYHvH-NUw02Y91CoDauOjneYkVuLl6kvQvQbMmhhiZAJDSvBNkf_zBmqfgg7TSsV712ofZVhZK9f2IsAZfOic8kFt_YU-bs9eYDcChTplSekE9G7HNz16XDq3kpRNFBco2E-wIwz3pVWQeYdvwtY_fXNf8QsX7ATavakpfSyva_4nDCHkBg/s768/Noto%20street.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="576" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6IYHvH-NUw02Y91CoDauOjneYkVuLl6kvQvQbMmhhiZAJDSvBNkf_zBmqfgg7TSsV712ofZVhZK9f2IsAZfOic8kFt_YU-bs9eYDcChTplSekE9G7HNz16XDq3kpRNFBco2E-wIwz3pVWQeYdvwtY_fXNf8QsX7ATavakpfSyva_4nDCHkBg/s320/Noto%20street.jpg"/></a></div>
I never did catch who these people were, but they do look important. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguH9zbnPsnX1Og74bCL1fS-8ESGKqGN6bmanDsK7pw-RvYy878QLs_hjKm7H00sWgHszl__KAWHRSBQ6qhrMpQOxB9t61KXsmh-V65wfFd3-uftd9TMRatxqScG4j2rxpiMxBbk3fKiBWfM8cuLsD204IXi551cohL3sSlm94XV6OOP06uAM4/s1024/Noto%20window%20shopping.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguH9zbnPsnX1Og74bCL1fS-8ESGKqGN6bmanDsK7pw-RvYy878QLs_hjKm7H00sWgHszl__KAWHRSBQ6qhrMpQOxB9t61KXsmh-V65wfFd3-uftd9TMRatxqScG4j2rxpiMxBbk3fKiBWfM8cuLsD204IXi551cohL3sSlm94XV6OOP06uAM4/s320/Noto%20window%20shopping.jpg"/></a></div>
Imagine having one of these balconies outside your apartment. That second one looks a little sassy.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIMz-WOCyQPq59IiLICWennsFBmiGXNZxNrYmQHby_6cPHnguOtdr4qoP4FAOWrkG0NHf0-1v9A6--pPxpWqIKiNN8mYL0p8_x1JRNHXYxB-JIlcS8l_4MqjeRr0hAhgTPbgkcXTUkUaTx8tUw-41R_QtD8QLx3_wfWJhefTfiRpMkDDAmAs/s4032/Noto%20balcony%20supported%20by%20horses.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIMz-WOCyQPq59IiLICWennsFBmiGXNZxNrYmQHby_6cPHnguOtdr4qoP4FAOWrkG0NHf0-1v9A6--pPxpWqIKiNN8mYL0p8_x1JRNHXYxB-JIlcS8l_4MqjeRr0hAhgTPbgkcXTUkUaTx8tUw-41R_QtD8QLx3_wfWJhefTfiRpMkDDAmAs/s320/Noto%20balcony%20supported%20by%20horses.jpg"/></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbqMoelCHGE0w80RyZld5cjt85BCMS6LWfA3RJEhmiEl6NrYL-vupghJwhPGMWvsH_RhOfVGN4j5I0KtkEbabv49j_hUFU0sgh7HGN2pedewyo8x2ORXLwCMULWNNpGiuhj-LFs7nZDHb20TtRomT9HvzW3E34JdEJL8bFkakkextnvhMHfI/s4032/Noto%20balcony%20supported%20by%20naked%20girls.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbqMoelCHGE0w80RyZld5cjt85BCMS6LWfA3RJEhmiEl6NrYL-vupghJwhPGMWvsH_RhOfVGN4j5I0KtkEbabv49j_hUFU0sgh7HGN2pedewyo8x2ORXLwCMULWNNpGiuhj-LFs7nZDHb20TtRomT9HvzW3E34JdEJL8bFkakkextnvhMHfI/s320/Noto%20balcony%20supported%20by%20naked%20girls.jpg"/></a></div>
And then you have the American standing on a curb, wishing she hadn’t inherited those knock knees.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4yRuK4p-LM8jjAJEn78TBKhsdmwTRm-PKi8ps2dmW8xHRtOQgLTU9pwvLnI3WycsVk2hU6Qvx4haA6doLZH3GaDC3_gzx4Zqq9LDT5OnsRDziYKEOdQRVj2CHE0P4sf5iDWDM6iS5Y0qr3jPz48pNrbXcEX-eNQRoPEyy3snsaGL_uBmaHc/s400/Knock%20knees.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju4yRuK4p-LM8jjAJEn78TBKhsdmwTRm-PKi8ps2dmW8xHRtOQgLTU9pwvLnI3WycsVk2hU6Qvx4haA6doLZH3GaDC3_gzx4Zqq9LDT5OnsRDziYKEOdQRVj2CHE0P4sf5iDWDM6iS5Y0qr3jPz48pNrbXcEX-eNQRoPEyy3snsaGL_uBmaHc/s320/Knock%20knees.jpg"/></a></div>
In Siracusa, more ruins and the Ear of Dionysius – a natural cave with acoustical properties that I didn’t test. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJA6nO60LRHPs9zF6QPK2EPVcKeaKSD-8maGxZuKCHfXTDJHj9w_0RPtAgSasrVcgkgLMBFjlvzVPJ_XonrxDlhNA8ZUrEQIN3FMa7_XXvpn_eLzm58yAoW-30Fz5pafxMvs2X36I5lCQqg5sb0Ln3x0ihZH2pvwA2kPy3semRrdtQ-6Oli5o/s4032/Ear%20of%20Dionysius.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJA6nO60LRHPs9zF6QPK2EPVcKeaKSD-8maGxZuKCHfXTDJHj9w_0RPtAgSasrVcgkgLMBFjlvzVPJ_XonrxDlhNA8ZUrEQIN3FMa7_XXvpn_eLzm58yAoW-30Fz5pafxMvs2X36I5lCQqg5sb0Ln3x0ihZH2pvwA2kPy3semRrdtQ-6Oli5o/s320/Ear%20of%20Dionysius.jpg"/></a></div>
And a kitty who appears to be accustomed to being photographed.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMXCjiUTLCG-mGMlIDKNkYs2LP_ruX9-9B41vsME7qIuFkfr36E-6xOE6bpjySAIlLF_qx9wd-nG5m5E14uwWn9bZbz8Pix_5mCB8vXPDXzUcBwHHdNk4_Tmndo1DHYpBSVVm8ysipHT0wLzXh-YzvddJoWcusNolOD2t2_ivQxD7-9W7j0Q/s768/Belba%20at%20Siracusa.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="576" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMXCjiUTLCG-mGMlIDKNkYs2LP_ruX9-9B41vsME7qIuFkfr36E-6xOE6bpjySAIlLF_qx9wd-nG5m5E14uwWn9bZbz8Pix_5mCB8vXPDXzUcBwHHdNk4_Tmndo1DHYpBSVVm8ysipHT0wLzXh-YzvddJoWcusNolOD2t2_ivQxD7-9W7j0Q/s320/Belba%20at%20Siracusa.jpg"/></a></div>
After a bus ride to our last Sicilian resort, Donna Carmela Boutique Resort in Giarre, we dressed for yet another four-course meal - dinner outdoors under cover with the group all decked out. I’m still not eating the baby octopi.Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910422407911961084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-18853713085023988342022-11-13T15:41:00.007-05:002022-11-13T17:09:25.772-05:00Modica and Ragusa, Friday, September 23, 2022<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGgsTjQoSGIvzuVjnssLDhZFp_UdqERPCpVD6yHyozD9z7v22EpIDhV7aTJeZ1jiQN_KRJn1ccKgNQNRxN70QarCDcPUOIU3G48hk1QRF7sq7sXLxOKlPDzdZN3zdXlNCpkDYv1KfHqrn4RwYN6ffj7xFBwaxA4jeb9OGbO_Y9ZUEv_SFfz-8/s1024/pool%20at%20masseria%20della%20volpe.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGgsTjQoSGIvzuVjnssLDhZFp_UdqERPCpVD6yHyozD9z7v22EpIDhV7aTJeZ1jiQN_KRJn1ccKgNQNRxN70QarCDcPUOIU3G48hk1QRF7sq7sXLxOKlPDzdZN3zdXlNCpkDYv1KfHqrn4RwYN6ffj7xFBwaxA4jeb9OGbO_Y9ZUEv_SFfz-8/s320/pool%20at%20masseria%20della%20volpe.jpg"/></a></div>
Touring Modica and Ragusa was scheduled for Friday. I took the day off because I just couldn’t face another day on the bus. Instead, I took a walk along the track around the resort’s property – lots of olive, carob, and citrus trees. The grounds are just lovely and I took a few photos.
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In the one just above, the drive is flanked on the left by a carob tree, on the right by an olive tree. I call the photo “walking the track, sweet and bitter on either side, clouds in the beautiful blue sky”. Haha! Georgia O’Keeffe’s got nothing on me.<br></br>
Kathie liked baroque Ragusa but wasn’t impressed with the chocolate shop in Modica. Because it was so busy, she didn’t have time to stand in line for some of these lovely looking chocolates. After tasting the free sampler she brought back with her, I doubt the lovely looking chocolates would have been worth the wait.
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Still in Modica – the Duomo di San Pietro. I like the fresh look of the interior. I bet the sound coming out of those organ pipes would be lovely to hear on a Sunday morning.
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This charcuterie board the group was served for lunch looks sort of interesting. What the heck is that white plastic-y looking blimp-shaped thing in the foreground though? And did someone eat it?
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Now remember, I didn’t go to Ragusa so I have to assume this photo is of Ragusa, if only because it’s with the other Ragusa photos in Kathie’s SmugMug folder. Regardless, I like it.
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And this lovely baroque church, which must be close to where the group stopped for yet more food/wine. Why did they have to post that ugly traffic sign right in the middle of Kathie’s shot?
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For reasons unknown, I love Kathie’s photo of a giant screw. I place it here 1) because I like it, and 2) to counteract all those times in this post I wrote "lovely".
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After breakfast this morning we left the lovely La Foresteria Planeta Estate in Menfi for Masseria della Volpe, stopping along the way at Agrigento and Piazza Armerina.
<br></br>In Agregento is the Valley of Temples, a UNESCO site noted by Wikipedia as one of the most outstanding examples of ancient Greek art and architecture. Our guide for this site introduced us to carob pods that she picked up off the ground. Pretty cool.<br></br>
Here's a photo taken by Kathie of the Tempio di la Concordia.
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Haha! Here's mine from the same area - a 1,000 year old olive tree that is still fruiting.
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Lunch was outdoors at a restaurant overlooking the "valley" (a misnomer because the site is actually on a ridge).
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Then on to Piazza Armerina to visit the Villa del Casale, built by a 2nd century dude who amassed a fortune importing wild animals from Africa for the Circus in Rome. By Circus, I mean slaughter by humans in competitions to entertain the masses. Sadness. Anyway, because mosaics were cheaper than marble, the floors of the private rooms were covered in mosaics. Kathie took some photos. Here’s one of lady athletes. It’s not as upsetting as the mosaics of the wild animals being captured and transported.
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Meanwhile, back in Charleston, my own beasts were losing their little minds and driving the daughters bonkers.
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Dinner was at our resort, Masseria della Volpe, a large working farm with olive groves and fruit orchards. Hard to believe but this resort was even nicer than La Foresteria. Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910422407911961084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-71453844009072384272022-11-06T16:38:00.003-05:002022-11-06T16:43:35.446-05:00Wine Tasting and a Visit to Selinunte, Wednesday, September 21, 2022Allora, what does an Italian resort’s breakfast buffet look like? Here’s what we woke up to, with cappuccino, of course:
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The scenery was lovely, and the pool? Wowza. I'm not a swimmer but I might change my mind for a pool like this.
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This morning we visited the Di Giovanna winery, where we picked up the obligatory bottle of wine to share with Ray and Janie on our 2022 holiday get-together at the end of October. I don’t remember how many wines we tasted but it was a boatload. The smiling faces in this photo appear to confirm that vague estimate.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVWhiDhDydfjYANhIsdVMqIpoBtMchmjL3sWGSK-myjsQgMr36-9U0tbyg8i4X9CtUWHAEG2vZStVtExHEsNAbGC6w7o0GesUTU5Je7T4hSZ-j_AD5EewGA7AMkR0uCbpCtmwYL2On6HpaJAlfnoAVdwQdwqPkCsmWYFx6iuWpEt9oSwIGiI/s1024/winery%20group%20photo.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVWhiDhDydfjYANhIsdVMqIpoBtMchmjL3sWGSK-myjsQgMr36-9U0tbyg8i4X9CtUWHAEG2vZStVtExHEsNAbGC6w7o0GesUTU5Je7T4hSZ-j_AD5EewGA7AMkR0uCbpCtmwYL2On6HpaJAlfnoAVdwQdwqPkCsmWYFx6iuWpEt9oSwIGiI/s320/winery%20group%20photo.jpg"/></a></div>
On to Selinunte, where we saw ruins. Lotsa ruins.
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I had a hard time wrapping my head around what this settlement must have looked like in its heyday. Certainly these folks were much more advanced than most of us ever give them credit for.
<br></br>And the sisters:
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Dinner was at sunset near Portopalo, an old Sicilian fishing village.
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Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910422407911961084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-61657568604187521782022-10-23T11:40:00.016-04:002022-11-06T16:18:13.074-05:00On the road to Menfi, Day 4, Tuesday, September 20, 2022We started our day by putting our bags outside our door for pick-up before going up to the hotel rooftop for breakfast.
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“Maintenant,” my French instructor at Ohio State, Mr. McDonald, would say as he started a new topic - or maybe he was just adjusting his thoughts. Sometimes he said instead, “Bon!” or “Alors!” It’s been almost fifty years and I can still hear these utterances in my head, sometimes even saying them to myself. <br><br>
Francesca, being Italian, mind you, would say instead, “Allora!” Of course, she rolllllled her R, much pleasanter sounding and easier to mimic than the French R, which sounds like you have something caught in your throat that you just can’t seem to get out. <br><br>
Allora! On the bus ride to Corleone, Francesca told us about her own personal experience with Cosa Nostra. The Mafia, as most Americans know them, started in Sicily during the transition from feudalism to capitalism there. In retaliation for her not ending a friendship when given an ultimatum by another family friend (“it’s him or me”), Francesca was blacklisted to the point that she had to move seven times in search of employment – once all the way to Canada. I read up some on the history in Wikipedia while we rode. Scary weird stuff. <br><br>
Here's Francesca chatting with a trio of characters as we alighted from the tour bus.
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Kathie and I skipped the anti-Mafia museum in Corleone and instead tried to get into the church next door (unsuccessfully). But I did snap a quick photo of a Fiat for Janie, who would give her left pinkie to have one again.
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And here is a cool customer waiting for the bus, it looks like:
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As we waited for everyone else to arrive back at the bus, I took the photo above for Janie, looking up at the umbrella tree that provided us shade on a hot day.<br><br>
In the Sunday post, I wrote that there were thirteen of us touristikas on this tour. Apparently, Francesca and Giuseppe had come up with nicknames for us. Why they did this I’m not sure, unless it was easier to remember each of us that way. Obviously, Italian folks are well acquainted with American cartoons and movies: <br>
<ul><li>Don Chisciotte and his wife, whose nickname I don’t recall. They were both lovely folks who hail from Santa Fe. She’s a retired educator/now realtor, but I imagined them both to be artists or writers. Kind and hippie-ish, artsy. I liked them.<li>
Tom and Jerry, two of the group’s husbands whose given names were, in fact, Tom and Jerry. Tom and his wife, from Owensboro, KY, and Jerry and his wife, from Naples, FL – why can’t I remember the wives’ nicknames?? I just remember that Tom’s wife was more than a little aloof but quite sickly, and Jerry’s wife had been dealing with his Parkinsonism for a decade. It seemed to cause him a lot of problems on this trip and it was so nice to see the other guys step in and help him walk around the ruins, giving his sweet wife a break.<li>Barney (or John-Boy in Kathie’s mind) and Betty of Flintstones fame, nice enough folks from New Orleans. <li>Another couple, the husband of which reminded Kathie of Alan Alda, lives in Destin, FL. I can’t remember their nicknames, but they were also such lovely people. At first, I was not impressed by the wife because I thought she talked too much (there’s my introvert perspective showing itself), but she turned out to be extraordinarily kind. And he was a helicopter pilot during the Vietnam War, airlifting troops out of hotspots. I could talk with him for hours. Salt of the earth, he would listen to any veteran talk about their combat experience in an effort to help lessen their emotional trauma. Nowadays he loses sleep due to shingles. Doesn't seem fair.<li>Tweety Bird, a retired nurse and solo traveler from Boston, appeared to be on the spectrum and seemed to be upset by her nickname. I couldn’t blame her and wondered if the nicknamers realized how hurtful the nickname was. Granted, this tourist could be a bore, asking too many questions and relating everything to her own experience. And we didn’t always want to sit by her at meals. But her note to me on the group post card said, “Grazie for your friendship.” <li>Thelma and Louise. That was Kathie and me. Francesca said they couldn’t come up with another nickname for us. Some of the other tourists called us “the sisters”. Someone else said we reminded them of the Saving Grace show. Never watched it, so not a clue how appropriate or not that was. At least it wasn’t Tweety. </li></ul>
While I was ambling on there about my fellow tourists we must have gotten lost, because it took us forever to get to our lodging. We were supposed to have a three hour hands-on cooking class but didn’t have time. We had an abbreviated session, from which I recall that I didn’t want that chef touching my food because he kept touching his face (gross, dude!) and to just cook the onions in with the tomatoes when making spaghetti sauce. What can I say? I’m not a cook.
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I did enjoy their kitchen garden, though, and was intrigued by how they keep the yellow jackets away from the diners. Yes, that’s turkey they’re eating.
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Dinner was good, though, and I really liked the sage cheesecake. Must look up that recipe. Hope it’s not hard to make.
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We hopped on our tour bus and headed to the Palazzo dei Normanni. We would come back to this later, so walked over to the Cattedrale (did the cathedral yesterday), went inside (again), and Kathie got answers to her questions about basilicas. She can blog about that if she’d like to, being the church aficionado of the two of us.<br><br>
Back outside, Francesca took us across the street to a tiny café, where we sat at an outdoor table and had coffee. I had my first espresso – with much sugar, thank you very much! “Un po,” with the universal thumb and index finger gesture for “just a little one, please”. Otherwise, you get a double shot, which has enough caffeine and bitterness to launch a bull to Mars. Honest.<br><br>
The rest of the day is a blur. I know that we walked to Piazza Bellini via Quattro Canti – been there done all that – but at what point we stopped for lunch, I couldn’t tell you. I think it was after Piazza Bellini that we hit the Vucciria Market for lunch. The tour folks thought we might like to “build our own” from the buffet table.
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Kathie took one look at the buffet table's offerings and said, “Um, no.” We ordered from the menu.<br><br>
Walking back toward the Palazzo, Francesca pointed out the building that had been Mussolini’s party headquarters on Sicily. She also pointed out, not far from Il Duce’s HQ, some buildings that the Allies had bombed. Palermo was apparently hit pretty badly. <br><br>
I loved the Capella Palatina! These are my favorite photos from there.
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That last photo is of a stylized palm tree motif we saw several times throughout the trip. According to Francesca, the palm tree was sacred to the Arabic folks who lived in Sicily long ago - a tree of life, as it provided water to those living in a desert.<br><br>
Somehow, we still had time to bus over to Monreale, through rush hour traffic. Not a fun experience, and my lack of photos from the place indicates how much I cared about it. Just too tired. Here’s one from Kathie that’s pretty cool though.
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Dinner was on our own this evening so Kathie and I trooped over for one last dinner at Spinnato. Our friendly waiter informed us that the kitchen was closed, but there were other items we could get to eat. He recommended the arancini (stuffed rice balls) and we also ordered one of so many desserts we had on this trip that I can’t remember what it was. <br><br>
He came back to check on us afterward. Thinking I was being very Italian, I smiled and exclaimed, “Mucho gusto!” Obviously, I never learned Spanish or I would have known better than to tell him it was a pleasure to meet him. He was a good sport and chuckled – although I didn’t know why at the time. Oh well. For the rest of the trip, Kathie and I tittered, and sometimes outright guffawed, about that little faux pas. Our waiter is probably still chuckling about it too. <br><br>
“Crazy Americans!”
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Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910422407911961084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-40135936016702515942022-10-19T19:15:00.015-04:002022-10-23T11:21:25.312-04:00Palermo, Day 2, Sunday, September 18, 2022<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5dGXcZdk52SNg80886czUbBNz02Ytpnr0IAsAHWPPbK0BqNWDcrFM2tfN6C0sq00eOVBCL44UCVXnlrkrC-bPnU6T7SfBr-btyeSw9R1Wlwsa-rYeQJ6d-9K7ZmfV689o2gNMjipnzwxcLIwBkvVgbxicX0XIsK0IyitiT3zgvTiBv-uZ03c/s4032/my%20Sunday%20breakfast%20pic.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" height="320" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5dGXcZdk52SNg80886czUbBNz02Ytpnr0IAsAHWPPbK0BqNWDcrFM2tfN6C0sq00eOVBCL44UCVXnlrkrC-bPnU6T7SfBr-btyeSw9R1Wlwsa-rYeQJ6d-9K7ZmfV689o2gNMjipnzwxcLIwBkvVgbxicX0XIsK0IyitiT3zgvTiBv-uZ03c/s320/my%20Sunday%20breakfast%20pic.jpg"/></a></div>
After a breakfast of cappuccino and pastries in Spinnato’s outdoor dining area on Sunday (oh, there's our server in the background!), we set out to see the Palazzo dei Normanni and Cattedrale di Palermo, and as many other churches as Kathie could find. The hop on hop off bus (or as I kept calling it, the hop and go) dropped us off close to the palace. Knowing that we would go inside to the Cappella Palatina (palace chapel) the next day with our tour group, we just stood and looked/took some photos there.
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Photobomber bird.
<br><br>Then we headed off to the cathedral. Here’s my favorite photo at this location, plus a nice one of the gate:
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Here’s what Kathie took.
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Showoff.
<br><br>This being Sunday, the only way we could go inside the cathedral was if we were going to stay for mass. You know Kathie – <a href="http://patandkathie.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-crazy-adventure-comes-to-end.html">she likes mass</a>.
<br><br>We stopped in at San Giovanni degli Eremiti (St. John the Hermit).
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And then had lunch at a little street cafe. Food was yum and the people watching was fun. Next: Walk, walk, walk, past Quattro Canti...
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...through Piazza Bellini...
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...to Santa Maria dell’Ammiraglio (La Martorana), which was closed. Church of St. Catald, across the way, was open, as was Santa Caterina d’Alessandria. Kathie liked Santa Caterina because every square inch was covered with embellishment.
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We walked back to our hotel via a popular pedestrian shopping street that was overflowing with people out enjoying a lovely Sunday afternoon. That evening, we met our guide, Francesca, and group – eleven other tourists, and walked over to dinner at Trattoria Biondo. Lots of food and wine. This was the beginning of us being stuffed to the gills for an entire week.
<br><br>Bonus! As we hiked back from dinner, we passed the opera, where a live performance was happening right out in the open, enjoyed by young folks and old folks, well-dressed people and not so well-dressed people. It was very cool.
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Tomorrow, our last day in Palermo and mucho gusto!Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910422407911961084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-55164315164188725022022-10-16T17:17:00.009-04:002022-10-16T17:29:56.660-04:00Palermo on Saturday, September 17, 2022Kathie and I flew overnight from Charlotte to Palermo, via Roma. The interior of the Rome airport, Fiumicino Leonardo da Vinci, is like a high-end shopping mall. Prada, Louis Vuitton, Bulgari, Dolce & Gabbana, Bottega Veneta, Salvatore Ferragamo. I felt underdressed.
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And then there was the flight to Palermo. I remember flying on Alitalia in 1970. The beautiful dark haired flight attendants wore sleeveless dresses and, well, apparently didn’t own razors. Back then, eighteen-year-olds noticed such things. And remembered them.
<br><br>Alitalia is now ITA, state-owned since Alitalia filed for bankruptcy a few years back. The state of the plane – maybe 1970 vintage? – was, um, interesting. Think frayed seatbelts. The only thing missing was the razorless flight attendants.
<br><br>We were picked up by our driver who taught us that Sicily is really See-chee’-lee-a. He delivered us to our hotel before check-in was allowed so we dumped our bags, changed our shoes, and headed out to lunch. The hotel desk clerk recommended Spinnato, a place we liked well enough to visit several more times – waited on each time by the same older (but surely younger than I) and quite dignified server, who spoke English well and recommended items when we were obviously clueless what to order. More about him later.
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On the way back to the room, we passed the opera house Teatro Politeama Garibaldi. This and its large square became our landmark for finding our way home over the next few days.
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Pathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04910422407911961084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-86365813978313180652019-08-14T12:31:00.002-04:002019-08-21T17:46:55.087-04:00Our Wentworth Family, from Boston to Woodstock<style type="text/css">
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<span class="s1"><b>5th GGPs Josiah Nute</b> and his wife <b>Rebecca Wentworth</b> were a mystery until I came across her name on the Nute obelisk in Woodstock, Maine, on one of my road trips. I knew they married and had our grandfather, <b>4th GGF Samuel Nute</b>, in Rochester, New Hampshire, but then they seemed to drop off the face of the earth until Samuel resurfaced in records many years later in Woodstock. Had Josiah and Rebecca died in Rochester and Samuel moved on? Had the family left Rochester together and moved elsewhere? If so, where? The mystery was solved with land deeds.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Now we know Josiah and Rebecca moved the family to Falmouth, Maine, and from there at least Samuel and Rebecca moved to Poland and on to Woodstock where she died, the last of our Wentworth line. Here is our Wentworth family story.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">William hailed from Alford, Lincolnshire, England, the same area as his cousin, John Wheelwright, and second cousin, Anne Hutchinson. William was baptized in Alford on March 15, 1615, son of William and Susanna Carter Wentworth. His father was a first cousin to Anne. The Wentworth line is traced through his father to <b>King John</b> of Robin Hood and Magna Carta fame, as well as <b>Henry II,</b> King of England and <b>Eleanor, Duchess of Aquitaine</b>, <b>Henry III,</b> and <b>William the Lion</b>, king of Scotland from 1165 to 1214.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">William and <b>9th GGF</b> <b>James Nute I</b> were contemporaries in Dover, New Hampshire, but whereas James arrived in Portsmouth in 1631 and soon to Dover in 1633, William’s religious beliefs and connection with the Reverend John Wheelwright took him on a circuitous route from Boston in 1637 through Exeter and Wells, Maine, before arriving in Dover some 12 years later.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Although Boston has no records of William, it is believed he arrived in July 1637, age 22, along with a contingency of Wheelwright followers from Lincolnshire, including Anne Hutchison’s brother-in-law. Anne and the Reverend John Wheelwright were banned from Boston in late 1637 during the Antinomian controversy. Anne was permitted to stay in Boston through the winter before she went south to Portsmouth, Rhode Island, with a number of our other grandparent ancestors. Wheelwright, on the other hand, was given 14 days to get out of town in the dead of winter. Wheelwright headed for the nearest refuge on the Piscataqua River, now Exeter, New Hampshire, and young <b>William Wentworth</b> followed him “into the wilderness.” William’s signature on the Exeter Combination in 1639 is the first record of him in New England. In 1642, he followed Wheelwright to Wells, Maine, where he lived and owned a small marsh lot until 1649.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Wentworth migration to Dover.</b> William’s final move was to the Cocheco area of Dover in late 1649. He received several land grants in Dover, one of which was on the north side of <b>James Nute’s</b> 12-acre lot granted in 1654. A planter, co-owner in a sawmill, and active in the community, William is best known for holding the position of Ruling Elder in the Dover church for nearly 40 years; hence the title <b>Elder William Wentworth</b>. Although not a clergyman, William was often preaching, not only in Dover, but also in Exeter.</span></div>
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No record exists of William’s marriages, but indirect evidence and assumptions support that he married <b>9th GGM Elizabeth Kenney</b> before 1641 when their first child, Samuel, was born. At some point, Elizabeth died and he married a younger woman, also named Elizabeth. While there is evidence Elder William had nine sons, only indirect evidence exists for at least two daughters.<span class="s1"></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Children of William Wentworth and the Elizabeths</b>:</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Samuel, born abt. 1640, ran a tavern in Portsmouth, m. Mary Benning, d. 1690 of smallpox; his son John was Lt. Gov. of New Hampshire.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">John, b. before 1649, m. Martha, moved to York, but the settlement was nearly wiped out in 1692 by Indians and he moved to Dorchester, MA.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Gershom, born abt. 1650, m. Hannah French, d. 1731.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>EZEKIEL</b>, b. about 1651, m. <b>Elizabeth Knight</b>, d. 1711. He may have been named after <b>9th GGF Ezekiel Knight </b>of Wells as William and he seemed to be good buds.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Paul, b. 1655, m. Catherine, lived in Rowley and Newbury, then New London, CT, d. 1750.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Sylvanus, m. Elizabeth Stewart of Rowley.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Timothy, b. before 1673, believed to be the last child of Elder William’s first wife Elizabeth Kenney, m. Sarah Cromwell, d. 1719 in Berwick, Maine.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Elizabeth, m. Richard Tozer of Berwick, d. after 1734.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ephraim, m. 1) Mary Miller of Kittery (sister of Martha who married Ephraim’s nephew John); 2) widow Elizabeth Beard.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Benjamin, m. Sarah Allen, d. 1728 when he and his horse fell into a river while crossing a bridge.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">William’s daughter Elizabeth was captured and taken to Canada by Indians three times. Her husband was taken twice, but on seeing the Indians coming the third time, he abandoned her, ran out of the house and across a frozen river, saying he couldn’t bear making the trek again.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>The hero of</b> <b>Cocheco. </b>William was sleeping in the Heard garrison about a mile from his house the night of the Cocheco massacre in 1689 while the Heard family was away. Two Indian women asking to sleep for the night were admitted early evening and opened the doors to attacking Indians after others had gone to sleep. Awakened by a barking dog to find Indians entering the compound, William, age 74, was able push the Indians out, shut the garrison doors, and hold the gates closed until others in the garrison came to help. The other four garrisons were not so lucky. All were burned, 23 people were killed, and 29 taken captive.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Elder William went to Exeter to live for a few years after the massacre, but returned to Dover by 1696 where he died a few days after he was “taken speechless with a sudden shivering,” age 81. His second wife, Elizabeth, was still living at the time of his death. His land had already been deeded to his sons. The rail track of the Boston and Maine Railroad was placed directly over the Wentworth burying-place in Dover.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">In spite of having substantial land and being high on the tax list, I’m always amazed how simply these folks lived. Inventory at his death included, 1 ox, 1 horse, 4 cows, 1 swine, 2 iron pots, 1 frying pan and warming pan, 4 looking glass, some pewter, 1 candle stick, 2 stone jugs, 2 tablecloths and 10 napkins . . . well, that’s not the entire list but it gives the idea.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">For those wondering about a warming pan, here is a photo of my 1800 antique warming pan. The pan would be filled with hot coals and used to warm the sheets before retiring for the night.</span></div>
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All American Wentworths are descended from Elder William Wentworth. A grandson, John, captain in the merchant marines, was Lt. Governor of New Hampshire. A great-grandson, Benning, was the first governor of the Province of New Hampshire and donated the land on which Dartmouth College stands. The town of Bennington, Vermont, was named in his honor.<br />
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<span class="s1">The birth year of <b>8th GGF Ezekiel Wentworth</b> is calculated as 1651, assuming he was 21 years-old when he first paid tax in Dover. He inherited<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>the old farm and farmhouse in the area which was incorporated as Somersworth in 1754; a section was incorporated as Salmon Falls Village in 1823 and rolled into Rollinsford when it incorporated in 1849.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ezekiel married <b>8th GGM Elizabeth Knight</b> (abt. 1647-1726) of Wells, Maine, in 1670.</span></div>
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<i><span class="s1">Ezekiel was in Salem as early as 1637 and in Braintree in 1641 where his first wife, Elizabeth, died. He migrated to Wells by 1643 and records clearly show that Ezekiel Knight, Elder William Wentworth and his son Ezekiel, and Rev. John Wheelwright were all living in the small settlement of Wells at the same time. One of the first settlers of Wells, he built near the mouth of the Mousam River, and moved to the area of the Webbhannet in 1645.</span></i> </blockquote>
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<span class="s1">Like his dad, Ezekiel Wentworth was active in community government serving as selectman in 1698 and 1702, tax assessor in 1705, and died while serving a term as Representative in the New Hampshire Province legislature in 1711.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Children of Ezekiel and Elizabeth</b>, in approximate order as no birth records are available:</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>COLONEL JOHN,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></b> b. 1676, m. <b>Martha Miller</b> of Kittery, farmer and lumber dealer.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Colonel Paul, b. 1678, m. Abra Brown, d. 1747, no children, lived at Salmon Falls, “one of the wealthiest men of the time;” a philanthropist, merchant and lumber dealer with mills at Salmon Falls; his lumber was shipped down river to Portsmouth and out to the rest of the world. He was selectman of Dover for 14 years and member of Province Representatives. Among the many beneficiaries of his will was his nephew, our <b>6th GGF</b> <b>Richard Wentworth</b>, as well as giving generously to his brother,<b> 7th GGF John. </b>His will clearly shows he had at least three slaves that he bequeathed to his brother Gershom, nephew John, and niece Mary.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Elizabeth, m. Nathaniel Brown; Nathaniel’s sister Abra married Elizabeth’s brother, Paul.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Tamsin, b. 1687, m. 1) James Chesley, d. 1707, killed by Indians; 2) John Hayes, d. 1753.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Captain Benjamin, b. abt. 1691, m. Elizabeth Leighton, d. abt. 1731. Benjamin was one of the Committee of Proprietors for Rochester in 1722 where our Wentworth and Nute ancestors would settle later in the century.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The various military titles for John, Paul, and Benjamin come from their participation in local militia organized for defense against the constant Indian threat. Numerous offspring of Ezekiel have served in the New Hampshire Provincial, Massachusetts, and Maine legislatures, and Continental Congress.</span></div>
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<b>John Wentworth (1679-1719),</b> <b>7th GGF</b></div>
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<span class="s1">John was early in the sibling order but, again, no birth records are available. He married <b>7th GGM Martha Miller (1</b>684-1755)<b>, </b>daughter of Richard and Grace Miller<b> </b>of Kittery, in 1703. John had land at Salmon Falls and lived in that part of Dover known as Sligo, today called Somersworth. He held several town positions, including surveyor of highways and constable. Little else is known of John other than he was a farmer and lumberman.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i><b>8th GGPs Richard Miller </b>(abt 1649-1692) and<b> Grace</b> had at least three offspring - Samuel, Mary who married John’s uncle Ephraim, and Martha who married our John. The family resided in Kittery, Maine, but their origins are unknown. Grace had him “bound” for good behavior and proper maintenance in 1672, and the court warned her “to be more careful of appearances and attend to her family.” Both daughters Mary and Martha were under 12 when their father died in 1692 at age 44, and mother remarried Christopher Banfield.</i></span></blockquote>
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<b>Children of John Wentworth and Martha Miller</b></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>RICHARD</b>, b. 1708, m. <b>Rebecca Nock,</b> d. 1796 in Rochester. Richard was named for his maternal grandfather.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ezekiel, b. abt 1710, m. Martha Lord, d. after 1755<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He lived and died on land in Berwick, Maine, inherited from his uncle, Paul Wentworth. Ezekiel’s son, Paul, was in the Continental Army at West Point at the time of capture of Major Andre.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Thomas, b. unknown, m. Mary Nock, sister to Richard’s Rebecca, lived in Somersworth, d. 1758.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Mercy, m. Captain Moses Butler who commanded a company during the siege and capture of Fortress of Louisberg in 1744, d. after 1759. Their son, Moses Butler, Jr., was the first permanent settler of Franklin, Maine.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">John was 40 years old when he died, leaving Martha, 33, with five young children. Martha likely raised the children on the family property with assistance from the extended Wentworth family. </span>She didn’t remarry and died at age 71 in the area of the Wentworth farm.</div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Richard Wentworth (1708-1796), 6th GGF</b></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Richard was 11 years old and the eldest of the five children when his dad died in 1719. Richard, Ezekiel, Thomas, and Demaris and mother, Martha, were baptized at the First Church in Dover the same year as John’s death.</span><br />
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<span class="s1">In 1729, twenty one year-old Richard and his future father-in-law <b>7th GGF Deacon Thomas Nock</b> (1685-1754) both signed a petition to the Governor to separate from Dover and establish the parish of Somersworth.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i>The <b>Nock family line</b> was in Dover by 1657 when <b>9th GGF Thomas Nock </b>(1617-1666) bought 20 acres “upland on the north side of the Cocheco River called by the name of the Gulf.” <b>7th GGF Deacon Thomas Nock</b>, originally from Dover, moved to Newbury for a few years and returned to Dover around the time of his father’s death in 1716. He and the family lived in that part of Dover that was set off to Somersworth in 1729, the same area of Dover as the Wentworth land. Deacon Thomas gave land toward settling the Somersworth minister in 1729, and served as Deacon of the church from that year until his death. Hence, he was known as Deacon* Thomas Nock. Thomas was a carpenter by occupation. </i></span><i><b>6th GGM Rebecca Nock</b> was born around 1712 in Newbury, Massachusetts. </i><i>She was the second of eight children, six of them girls.</i></blockquote>
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<span class="s1">*In the early Colonial church, everyone had to be silent for the minister’s one-hour prayer and two to four-hour sermon. The church deacon enforced the rule by poking people who talked with a stick.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Rebecca’s</b> father, the <b>Deacon Thomas Nock,</b> was an original proprietor for Rochester in 1722 along with several other Nock family members, but never moved onto the property he owned. The move may have been deterred after one of the Nock family was killed by Indians in the Rochester area - shot off his horse and scalped - while returning on horseback from setting beaver traps.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Richard, 27, moved to Rochester between 1732 and 1735 and three years later married Rebecca Nock of Dover. Rebecca’s sister, Mary, married Richard’s brother, Thomas. We don’t have a marriage record for Richard and Rebecca from Somersworth, but have to presume they were married by 1737 before the birth of their first child.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Richard and his brother Thomas were named as Rochester pioneers in a verse from a lengthy poem “A Tribute to the Memory of the Departed Heroes of Methodism, both Ministers and Laymen, of Rochester, New Hampshire,” written by Rev. Samuel Norris for the dedication of a new church in 1868.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">We know <b>Richard</b> was in Rochester by 1735 as he signed a petition for the town to elect officers. Sixty families had settled in Rochester by that time. He was admitted to the church in Rochester in October 1737, and his first child, Daniel, was born a few months later. By age 30, in 1738, he was already becoming involved in the town’s administration when chosen commissioner to examine the Selectman accounts.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Richard held the offices of town assessor for the<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>years 1743, ’48, ’54, and ’57 and selectman in 1740, ’46,’51,’ and ’62.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>In 1744, Ricard built a garrison on the main road, “made of thick planks dove-tailed together at the corners like a chest, without any frame except a few braces.” Although the Indian wars had receded and the Abenaki and Pennacook were close to extinction in New Hampshire, the new settlement of Rochester continued to live in fear. Hatchets were found embedded in garrison doors. In 1746, four men were murdered in sight of a garrison.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Richard had extensive land holdings in Rochester, some of which were along the Cocheco River. In the early years, Rochester was heavily engaged in the lumber business and Richard’s land on the Cocheco suggests he was probably in the lumber as well as agricultural business.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>In 1748, Richard received a nice gift of 20 pounds from his childless, but wealthy, Uncle Paul Wentworth (above).</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Richard and other Rochester Wentworth’s, including sons Josiah, John and Isaac, signed the Rochester Association Test in 1776, affirming their loyalty and support to the Revolution. The only Wentworth who refused to sign the Oath was Stephen who owned the tavern in town.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Records show Richard purchased a pew on the floor level at the new Meetinghouse in December 1780.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Children of Richard Wentworth and Rebecca Nock, all born in Rochester</b></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Daniel, bpt. 1738, unmarried, died before father’s death from drinking cold water to excess.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Mercy, b. abt. 1740, m. Peter Horne of Rochester, d. in Rochester, date unknown.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Sarah, b. abt. 1742, m. Richard Walker of Milton, d. 1811 in Milton.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">John, b. 1744, m. 1) Hannah Hodgdon, and 2) Ann Blazo, d. 1806 in Parsonsfield, ME</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Josiah,</b> b. 1745, m. <b>Abiah Cook</b> d. 1800 in Falmouth, Maine.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Isaac, b. 1752, m. Abigail Nutter, d. 1807, signed Rochester Association Test; Revolutionary war soldier as a private with New Hampshire Minute Men militia in 1775 and with the Continental Army, 2nd New Hampshire. Isaac inherited the homestead at Rochester.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">At the time of Richard’s will, signed in June 1796, wife Rebecca and sons Josiah, Isaac, and John and daughters Mercy and Sarah were still living. Richard died at the old age of 88; Rebecca survived him, but there is no record of her death.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Our<b> 5th GGF Josiah Wentworth</b> was one of six sons born to Richard and Rebecca in Rochester. Josiah married <b>5th GGM</b> <b>Abiah Cook</b>, daughter of <b>Abraham Cook</b> and <b>Jean Richards</b>, before 1772 when their first child was born. No marriage record has been located.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i>Abiah’s 2nd GGF, <b>Thomas Cook</b>, was our immigrant through Boston, probably in the mid-1600’s with the wave of Quakers that was beginning to come to the colonies. The family was in Dover by about 1660 when her GGF, <b>John Cooke</b>, was born. He married<b> 8th GGM Mary Downes</b>, and their son, <b>7th GGF Peter Downs Cook</b> (1694-1762), had a 1/3 proprietor share in Rochester. As with most proprietors who purchased the 1722 shares, Peter did not move to Rochester, but left this task/privilege to his son, Abraham, Abiah’s father. His son, Abiah’s brother Daniel, was a solider in the Revolution, serving in Captain John Drew’s company at Ticonderoga in 1776, and continuing to serve through 1779.</i></span></blockquote>
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<span class="s1">Josiah, along with this father, brother Isaac, and father-in-law Abraham Cook, signed the 1776 Rochester Loyalty Oath.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Josiah was a blacksmith with a shop in Rochester from 1780 to 1800 “where now is the Dodge’s building on Central Square. He lived in a small house opposite.” (History of Rochester, McDuffee).<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Jane, b. abt. 1774, m. Daniel Hoyt of Rochester in 1796.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Abigail, b. abt. 1776, m. Stephen Nutter of Milton, NH in 1796.</span></div>
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Richard’s 1796 will left Josiah with land “on the northeast side of Cocheco River near Norway Plain Mills and one of right of land in the third division of lots." This third division comprised of a narrow strip of land at the head of the present towns of Milton and Farmington, the same area Samuel and Jotham Nute settled in 1784, is likely how Josiah Nute and Rebecca Wentworth hooked up.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
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<span class="s1">The last record we have for Josiah and Abiah shows a household in Rochester in 1800 with two males between 16 and 25 (Josiah, Stephen), and one female between 10 and 15 (Phebe) in addition to Josiah and Abiah. Josiah is not in the 1810 census.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Rebecca was born in Rochester, New Hampshire, in 1772, the eldest of six children, the first four of whom were girls. Her parents may have lived in or moved to that part of Rochester that was set off to Milton in 1802 and bequeathed to Josiah by his father, Richard. Several Wentworths lived in Milton in those days. Today, a gated residential development “in a most desirable area,” has been built at Wentworth Farms in Milton.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Rebecca married our <b>4th GGF Josiah Nute</b> in the fall of 1792 and they likely resided on Nute Ridge in what became Milton in 1802.Their first child, our<b> 3rd GGF Samuel Nute</b> was born in November 1792, two months after the marriage, and was their only child. The small family moved to Falmouth, Maine, in 1805, and Rebecca was widowed in 1820 at the age of 48.</span></div>
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<b>2nd GGF Orsamus Nute</b> was born in the spring of 1820 in Poland, Maine, the second child and oldest son of <b>Samuel Nute</b> and <b>Betsey Fickett</b>.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Orsamus was just a toddler, if that, when his parents moved the family from the Poland farm to Woodstock, Maine, bringing Grandma <b>Rebecca Wentworth</b> along with them.<span class="s1"></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Before Woodstock.</b> Orsamus’ father, <b>3rd GGF Samuel</b>, bought the Poland property from his father, Josiah, for $400 but the1814 deed gives little clue to its location in Poland, “a certain piece of land bounded as follows, beginning at the southeasterly corner of lot No. 4 in the second division of lots in said Poland, thence running southeast to the southeast corner of said lot, thence from there two bounds on two lines each extending northwest until it shall contain fifty acres of land, including the roads that now run through said land.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Six years later, Samuel bought land in Woodstock from his father-in-law, <b>3rd GGF Jonathan Fickett,</b> perhaps as Jonathan was on hard times. Jonathan’s property in Poland where he had been for 20 years foreclosed in 1819 for failure to pay taxes. Jonathan and family possibly remained in a cabin on the farm after sale to Samuel. Having left the large extended family on Nute’s Ridge, his father dying in 1820, and being an only child, Samuel had no other extended family to help him with clearing and working the Woodstock farm. Samuel’s father, Josiah, may have been ill even when he sold the Poland land to young Samuel, leaving Samuel to do most of the work on that farm. Equally puzzling was why Josiah sold the land to Samuel, his only son, rather than bequeathing it to his only heir.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Move to Woodstock.</b> Samuel married <b>3rd GGM Betsey Fickett</b> of Poland in 1816 and they had two children over the next four years. Orsamus was but an infant when the young family removed to the hilltop farm on Twitchell Road in Woodstock sometime in 1820.</span><br />
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<span class="s1">Samuel and Betsey had two more children in Woodstock, spaced two years apart like the others. Two years later, in 1826, Betsey died leaving Samuel with four young children. Orsamus was but six years old. His grandma living in the home, 56 year-old Rebecca Wentworth, died two years later.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">A step-mother, 34 year-old Polly Davis, entered the family in 1827. Her dad was <b>5th GGF Aaron Davis a</b>nd granddad<b> 6th GGF Zebulon Davis</b>, both Revolution veterans.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Like his father, Orsamus was hard-working and resourceful. Lapham’s 1882 <u>History of Woodstock </u>describes him,</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i>Orsamus Nute, born in this town, received his education mostly in the common schools. He was naturally a good scholar, and early became an instructor of the school of his town. He was also a good farmer, and successfully cultivated the old homestead of his father for many years. He filled the office of Selectman and Superintending School Committee, but, being always a Democrat, he could not be elected to any office where party principles were involved.</i></span></blockquote>
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<span class="s1">Samuel Ambrose, b. 1844, died unmarried in Woodstock in 1864, age 20</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Mary Elizabeth, b. 1845, m. Willis Tappan Emery, a solicitor, in Boston in 1873, d. 1914 in Boston, uterine cancer, buried in Sanford, Maine</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ellen Maria, b. 1849, m. 1) George Leavitt in Boston, 2) Luther Covington, clergyman in Boston and moved to Seattle, Washington where she died in 1924</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ruth Anna, b. 1852, died unmarried in Boston in 1880, age 28, rheumatic valve heart disease</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Emma Frances, b. 1856, died Dec 1857 in Woodstock, age 19 months</span></div>
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<span class="s1">In 1854, Orsamus served as administrator for the insolvency of his father-in law, Jonathan Fickett’s estate on behalf of the widow, 3<b>rd GGM Betsey Bryant Fickett</b>, and her 15 year-old daughter. Indeed, Jonathan remained in debt until his death, leaving Betsey having to ask the court for enough money on which she and her daughter could live.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Orsamus’ dad, Samuel, died in 1855, leaving him the Woodstock hilltop farm. The following year a daughter was born, and Orsamus was instrumental in erection of the a Woodstock church conjointly built by the Methodists and Free Baptists. Orsamus was Methodist.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Life was good for the 36 year-old Orsamus in 1856. He was the owner of a nice hilltop farm. He taught school and was active in the community. He and Emmy Ann had four young children. Then tragedy begins to strike. Nineteen month-old Emma Frances died in December 1857 and wife Emma died in July 1860 at age 38.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Orsamus and Lovina soon started their family with the birth of Henry Orsamus in 1862 and our<b> GGF Joseph Edson</b> in 1863. Tragedy struck again with the death of Orsamus’ oldest son, Samuel Ambrose, at age 20 in June 1864.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">It seems enough was enough for Orsamus who suffered repeated losses on the hilltop farm, starting with the death of his mother at age six, followed by the deaths of his father in 1855, young daughter in 1857, wife in 1860, and eldest son in 1864.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Henry Orsamus Nute, b. 1862 in Woodstock, m. Ella J. Ford, died 1924 in Manhattan; attended Boston University School of Law and became a drug merchant with an apothecary in Boston.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>JOSEPH Edson Nute,</b> b. 1863 in Woodstock, m. Harriet Gove Wilkins in Boston, d. 1949 in South Dartmouth, MA, graduated M.I.T. in mechanical engineering, head of Fall River Gas Works Company for most of his career.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Edith Rivers Nute, b. 1865 in Boston, m. Clement Milton Hammond, journalist and associate editor of Boston Globe, whom she divorced. She lived with her half-sister Ellen Maria in Seattle and worked as a stenographer until her later life when she went to Ramapo, New York, to live with a sister, Mabel Lavina. They were both chicken farmers; d. 1934 in Monsey, NY.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ernest Nute, b. 1867, d. 1868 in Boston, inflammation of brain, age eight months</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Mabel Lavina Nute, b. 1871 in Boston, graduated with a B.A. from Smith College in Monsey, NY, and was to be at Boston University Medical School in 1898-1899. In the 1900 census, Mabel is living in Boston with her father, unmarried. In the 1910 census, she owns a farm in Ramapo, NY, still single with a servant and three hired men. This is evidently the chicken farm above, and where Orsamus spent the last couple years of his life.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>A second successful career for Orsamus. </b>What possessed Orsamus the farmer to bring his family to Boston is anyone’s guess. In the 1865 Massachusetts census a year after he arrived in Boston, his occupation is listed as a street sprinkler. Orsamus started with a street watering cart whose important task was to water the graveled streets of Boston, to wet down the mess of horse shit which would otherwise dry, turn to dust, and aerosolize - n</span>ot to mention what it would do to the gown hems of the Victorian ladies.</div>
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<span class="s1">From this humble business beginning, Orsamus built a lucrative and prosperous water sprinkler contracting business that would </span>go the way of dinosaurs with the advent of cars.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>In the 1870 census, 50 year-old Orsamus lists his occupation as street contractor with a business called Nute and Billings and an office at E. Dedham and W. Albany Streets.</div>
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<span class="s1">The great fire of 1872 in Boston must have caused a fright as it burned within blocks of his business building. The fire is still ranked as one of the most costly fire-related property losses in American history, consuming 65 acres of downtown Boston and 800 businesses and warehouses.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">An 1873 Boston Business Directory lists Orsamus’ middle initial as E, perhaps a clue to the <b>origin of Edson as a middle name in the family</b>. The Edson middle name was passed down another four generations to Joseph Edson Nute, Raymond Edson Nute Sr., Jr., and III.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Orsamus owned most of a block on Dorr Street in 1873. In 1889, his son Henry and son-in-law, Willis Emery, joined him in a project to “drive 12 piles on the northerly side of the sea wall in Charles River, at the foot of Hereford Street in the city of Boston…for the support of a water tank.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Tragedy revisited Orsamus and Lovina in 1868 with the death of an eight month-old son and 1870 with the death of an 11 month-old son. A little over ten years later in December 1880 he lost his 28 year-old daughter Ruth Anna from rheumatic heart disease and wife Lovina, 40, from pericarditis within two weeks of each other.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><br /></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><b>Home invasion robbery. </b>The Boston Globe reported two "notorious and successful burglars" were arraigned and pleaded guilty to breaking and entering the 335 Columbus Avenue address at nighttime and stealing silverware and clothing. One was sentenced to 3 years prison and the other to 6 years.</span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><br /></span></div><div class="p1"><span class="s1"><b>Business reversals.</b> All was not smooth sailing for Orsamus in Boston. He declared insolvency in 1875 and bankruptcy in 1894. A tenant renting the 335 Columbus Avenue building had fitted the ground floor as a drug store, but was probated as insane in 1899, and the family filed to restrain the Nutes (Orsamus and Henry O.) from foreclosing and evicting him. The Nutes were apparently successful as Henry O. is listed in the 1902 Boston directory as running a drug merchant business out of the 335 Columbus Avenue address himself.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Another marriage.</b> Censuses show Orsamus usually had one to two servants living in the 335 Columbus Avenue home with whatever kids needed a home. He married again in 1890 at age 69 to widow Lydia Beal Collamore Smith, age 45, but 72 year old Orsamus was no longer at the 335 Columbus Avenue address. The 1900 census shows Lydia living in a boarding house and no longer with Orsamus. </span></div>
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We are fortunate to have the original form completed by Orsamus in his own handwriting at the request of GGF Joseph Nute when he was working on the Nute Genealogy. A copy of the Nute Genealogy is at the New Hampshire Historical Society and I have a copy. Joseph's papers from his work on the Genealogy with Percy Nute and Orsamus' granddaughter, Amy Emery, were donated to the New England Historical and Genealogical Society in Boston.<br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-size: normal;">Samuel was born on Nute’s Ridge, the only child of <b>Josiah Nute</b> and <b>Rebecca Wentworth</b>. The 1850 census indicated he could read and write, so he had some education along the way. His occupation is listed </span></span><span style="font-size: normal;">as farmer whenever there is a written record, as was that of his father, Josiah, and his son, Orsamus.</span><br />
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At age 13, Samuel’s family left Nute Ridge and moved to Falmouth, Maine, where his father continued farming as an occupation. Doubtlessly, Samuel helped out on the farm until the 22 year-old purchased land from his father in 1814 about 30 miles north in Poland, Maine.<br />
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<span class="s1">Poland was originally part of the Bakerstown Plantation with settlement beginning in 1767. The original town incorporated in 1795 included not only Poland and Poland Springs, but also Minot and Mechanic Falls.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Samuel settled early in the Poland’s development and a couple years later married a young lady, 22 year-old <b>3rd GGM</b> <b>Betsey Fickett</b> (1794-1826), whose father, <b>4th GGF Jonathan Fickett</b>, came to Poland from Cape Elizabeth with a new bride, <b>4th GGM Judith Cox,</b> in 1788. Betsey’s mother died when she was nine, and her father married another one of our GGM’s, <b>Betsey Bryant</b> (1769-1854), widow of <b>5th GGF Dr. Peter Brooks</b>.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">In the 1820 census when Samuel was 28, the household consisted of Samuel, Betsey, </span>two children under 10, and Samuel’s mother, Josiah’s widow <b>Rebecca Wentworth</b>. One of the two children was <b>2nd GGF Orsamus Nute</b>. The following year,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Betsey’s father sold Samuel a tract of land in Woodstock, yet another 30 miles north, and the family moved there by 1822.<br />
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Woodstock is a wooded, hilly-valleyed area with the beautiful Bryant Pond, brooks and mountain streams. Some settlers began to arrive in surrounding areas after the close of the French War in 1760, more looking for land in the wilderness after the close of the Revolution as they had been paid in worthless money. A road to Woodstock was cut from Paris to Woodstock in 1795 even before her settlement, and families began to arrive. The first were the Bryant boys, including our <b>6th GGF Solomon Bryant, </b>followed by numerous other grandparent ancestor families - including those of the Davis, Stephens, Swan and Brooks, and their wives from the Robbins, Curtis, Brooks, Strout, and Fickett families.<br />
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The town incorporated in 1815 and the following years were tough for the hardy inhabitants. Winters were cold, crops failed, and fires swept through the hills. Amid this, <b>6th GGF Jonathan Fickett, </b>Betsey's father bought the land in 1818 that was later to become the hilltop Nute farm, and sold the lot to Samuel in 1821.<br />
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A February 1821 letter from the town clerk to the Woodstock proprietors looking for taxes and payment on notes held on the inhabitants illustrates<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>the dire straits of the town,<br />
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<span class="s1"><i>Dear Sir: - We are very sorry that we are not able to forward to you any money in this letter, and extremely sorry to state the little prospect we have of any large payments this season. Money with us is the most scarce it has ever been since the town has settled…. Mr. <b>Jonathan Fickett</b> has sold his lot to a son-in-law by the name of <b>Samuel Nute</b>, who says he can pay the money down, but wishes to have the deed when he pays the money. Mr. Fickett’s lot is number 44….</i></span></blockquote>
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<span class="s1">The Ficketts lived in Poland before moving to Woodstock in 1818. Betsey's dad, Jonathan, already had his land in Poland foreclosed in 1819 for failure to pay taxes. He was, likewise, probably having trouble with payment on his Woodstock land when he sold that beautiful hilltop farm to Samuel. What a chore it must have been for Jonathan to clear the property for planting and grazing!</span><br />
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<span class="s1">Samuel and Betsey had four children, all spaced 2 years apart. In 1826, two years after the last child, Betsey died at age 32, leaving 34 year-old Samuel with four children under the age of ten.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><u>Children of Samuel and Betsey:</u></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Harriet Nute, b. 1818 in Poland, m. Charles Brooks Davis (son of our <b>4th GGPs Aaron Davis </b>and and <b>Lucinda Oraing Brooks</b> as well as brother to our <b>3rd GGF Joseph Davis</b>), d. age 80 in Lancaster, Massachusetts</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>ORSAMUS Nute,</b> b. 1820 in Poland, m. 1) Emmy Amy Stevens and 2) <b>Lovina Dunn Davis</b>, granddaughter of our <b>4th GGF Aaron Davis, Jr</b>. and <b>5th GGF Dr. Peter Brooks</b>. Lovina is a Mayflower descendant of passenger <b>Richard Warren</b>.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Phebe Wentworth Nute b. 1822 in Woodstock, m. Asa Smith, d. 1875 in Malden, Massachusetts</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Mary Jane Nute b. 1824 in Woodstock, m. Eleazer Cole Billings, died in Woodstock in 1904, breast cancer</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The year after Betsey’s death, Samuel married Polly Davis, daughter of Revolution soldier <b>5th GGF Aaron Davis</b> and granddaughter of Revolution privateer, <b>6th GGF Zebulon Davis</b>. They had no children together. She became a widow in 1855 with the death of Samuel, but continued to live with Orsamus and his family, even moving to Boston when the family migrated out of Woodstock.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Samuel died in 1855, age 62, in Woodstock. His 1846 will left Polly the new part of his house, one third of the income from his real estate, and use of the principal of the estate if needed “to make her comfortable.” He left Harriet $5.00 and “if she becomes of sound mind and capable of taking care of the same for her comfort and support $60 more, and if she does not, then said sixty dollars is to be divided equally among said Harriet’s children." To daughters Phebe and Mary Jane, Samuel left $65.00. Orsamus inherited the residence and farm.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The will indicates the eldest child, Harriet, may have had some mental difficulties. She was mid-twenties, married with children. The problems may have been transient as she raised six children, two of whom went on to become dentists.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The beautiful hilltop location must have reminded Samuel of his childhood home on Nute’s Ridge. The original farmstead is no longer standing, but<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>a local historian believes it to be a short distance behind a stately home built on the hilltop.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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The Nute kids visited the Nute farm in 2018. </div>
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Samuel, Betsey, Polly, and Samuel’s mother Rebecca, are buried just down the hill in the Nute-Stevens cemetery, an idyllic setting</div>
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The Nute plot has the obelisk erected by Orsamus, and has a row of small headstones for each Nute known to be buried there. When I visited in 2016, Samuel’s small headstone had flowers, a flag, and a War of 1812 star marker.<br />
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We have no family records that indicate Samuel fought in the War of 1812, and none can be located online. On the other hand, he would have been about the right age in 1812, he was on coastal Maine in those years, and the 160 acres mentioned in Joseph Nute’s notes as being granted to Josiah may have been for Samuel’s service. Another mystery waiting to be tracked down.<br />
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<i>Josiah has been a mystery in the family lineage. He would have been in late childhood when 5th GGF Samuel Nute moved the family from Dover to Nute Ridge in what was then Rochester, New Hampshire. We know he was Samuel’s son as he was listed in the 1820 will, but he seemed to drop off the face of the earth after his marriage to Rebecca Wentworth in Rochester in 1792. His son Samuel - yes, another Samuel - ended up in Poland where he married Betsey Fickett in 1816. Other Nute researchers, including our GGF Joseph Nute, weren’t able to locate him. Well, mystery solved, thanks to digital records, when I located land deeds in Falmouth, Maine, signed by both he and Rebecca.</i></blockquote>
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<span class="s1">Josiah was born in Dover in approximately 1775, one of 5th GGPs Samuel Nute and Phebe Pinkham’s sons. His birth order is unknown. Few of Samuel and Phebe’s children have birth dates except by extrapolation. By the time Samuel cleared the land and had a dwelling adequate for the family on Nute Ridge, Josiah was probably about 11 years old.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Josiah married 4th GGM Rebecca Wentworth (1765-1828) from the illustrious Wentworth family in 1792. Rebecca was descended from immigrant William Wentworth who arrived in<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Boston in the Great Migration in 1636 and located in Dover. Several of elder William’s descendants were governors of colonial New Hampshire. Rebecca’s grandfather, 6th GGF Richard Wentworth, and his son, 5th GGF Josiah, were early proprietors and settlers in Rochester. Rebecca’s mother, Abiah Cook, was the daughter of 6th GGF Abraham Cook, also an early settler of Rochester.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Josiah and Rebecca had only one child, 3rd GGF Samuel, born in Rochester in November 1792, two months after their marriage. Why they had no further children given their young age and the culture of having large families is puzzling and cause for speculation.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Josiah would have been in Falmouth during the War of 1812,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>an unpopular war with coastal Mainers whose shipping commerce was affected. The British occupation of eastern Maine prompted a split from Massachusetts due to the latter’s lack of military support. Indeed, some parts of Maine continued under British control for four years after the war ended.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">What prompted Josiah and Rebecca to leave the Ridge and a fairly large family network of Nutes and Wentworths is puzzling. Granted, the Nute land was quickly being snatched up by the numerous male offspring of Samuel and Jotham Jr., and there may have been little opportunity left for Josiah. 5th GGF Samuel had eight sons and his brother, Jotham Jr., had nine sons - 17 sons on Nute Ridge among whom to distribute property. Ordinarily the land would have gone to the oldest son, but family wills seemed to show land was being distributed among all sons. Samuel’s 1820 will left Josiah $1.00 “and what I have already given him.” Was there some kind of family estrangement?</span></div>
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<span class="s1">At age 39 in 1814, Josiah sold his tract of land in Poland to his 22 year-old son, Samuel, for $400. The deed identifies both Josiah and Samuel as yeomen of Poland, so Josiah may have moved temporarily to Poland with Samuel, or Josiah, Rebecca, and Samuel may have moved as a family unit and the parents conducted further land transactions at a distance. Josiah would have been only 39-40 when these land sales were going on. Had he determined to leave Falmouth for the burgeoning area of Poland, or perhaps developed some disability that he needed to live with his son? He did die only five years later.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The mystery of what happened to the 48 year-old widow Rebecca was solved when I visited the Nute-Stevens cemetery in 2015 and found her name on the obelisk erected by her grandson, 2nd GGF Orsamus Nute. The birth date was very difficult to discern, and likely the 1765 date listed in the Woodstock Historical Society cemetery book is incorrect. This date would have made her 10 years older than Josiah, her mother 14 years old when Rebecca was born, and placed several years between her birth and that of the next sibling.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Soon after the 1820 census in Poland, Rebecca’s son Samuel and his young family moved to Woodstock, taking Rebecca with them. She died in Woodstock having followed her men from Rochester, New Hampshire, to Falmouth, Poland, and finally Woodstock, Maine, where she died at the age of 56.</span></div>
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<i>Samuel’s childhood was marked by the death of his mother when he was ten and entry of a stepmother into the family a year later. He grew up in Dover on the family farm, and married at age 20. Altogether, he and Phebe Pinkham had ten children born in Dover and Rochester. He and half-brother, Jotham, must have been best buds as they cleared the land and settled together on Nute’s Ridge, Rochester, now Milton, NH, in 1784 after Jotham returned from the Revolution. Samuel already had several children and Jotham married soon after and started a family. Between them, they had 21 children. Two brothers, three of Jotham’s sons, and one of Samuel’s sons served in the War of 1812. One of Jotham’s sons attended West Point and was killed in the Mexican-American War. Both brothers signed the petition for incorporation of Milton in 1803.</i></blockquote>
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<span class="s1">Samuel was born in Dover March 2, 1749, the first child of Jotham and Mary Hayes. Mary died when Samuel was 10 years old and his father remarried to widow Mary Canney within the year.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Samuel married Phoebe Pinkham in Dover at age 20 in August 1769. The first of their 10 children was born five months later in January 1770.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Family records indicate Samuel did not move to Rochester until 1784 when his half brother, Jotham Nute, Jr. returned from the Revolution. </span><br />
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<span class="s1">“Returning to Dover at the close of his army service, Jotham with his half-brother Samuel moved in 1784 to tracts of land in the Northeast parish of Rochester which became Nute’s Ridge in Milton and here they cleared space for their future homes from land provided by their father.”</span></blockquote>
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<span class="s1"><b>The story of Jotham Nute, Jr</b>. Jotham Sr’s’s first child with his second wife, not yet 16-year old Jotham, Jr. (1760-1836) enlisted in the Revolution at Dover on April 1, 1776 for eight months, stationed first at Newcastle and at Portsmouth. He re-enlisted in the Continental Army on January 27, 1777 for the duration of the war and was assigned to the 2nd New Hampshire.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Jotham was at Ticonderoga in the summer of 1777 and was captured at the Battle of Hubbarton on July 7, 1777 when the British and Indians fell on the troops retreating from Ticonderoga in a surprise dawn attack as they were eating breakfast. Jotham was taken prisoner, but escaped a few days later and returned to his regiment. Family records describe his escape happening when he heard the sunset gun in the American camp, noted the direction and ran for it, securing a horse in his flight. He swam a body of water under fire and arrived at the American camp naked and wounded. A petition to the State of New Hampshire in 1833 describes he lost “my gun and a cartridge box, 1 pair deer skin breeches, 1 fur hat, 3 shirts, 1 blanket, shoes, buckles, silk handkerchief knapsack, 3 pairs stockings, 2 pairs thin trousers, waist coat pocket handkerchief.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">As his wound was not serious, he continued to fight at Stillwater, Saratoga, and was with his regiment at the surrender of Burgoyne in October 1777. Jotham was at Valley Forge during the winter of 1777-78 and at the battle of Monmouth in June 1778. At the Battle of Kings Bridge near Tarrytown on July 3, 1781, Jotham was wounded by a musket ball to his right hip that caused a limp the rest of his life. Nevertheless, he remained in service until 1783.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Jotham entered the Revolution as a not yet 16 year-old private and left in 1783 with the rank of Sergeant. Family records relate Jotham would have rapidly advanced in rank were it not that as a minor his father would not allow him to draw his own pay. “So when he becomes 21, he was advanced very rapidly. He never became reconciled to his father.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Samuel and Jotham on Nute Ridge.</b> According to family tradition in records, the brothers lived the first season on Nute's Ridge in a crude cabin which stood on the west side of the road about where a stone wall later divided the Jotham and Samuel’s grandson, Lewis Nute’s, farms. They constructed permanent structures the following year, and Jotham Jr. married his bride, Sarah Twombly of Dover.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Jotham and Samuel's two brothers and Jotham's three sons served in the War of 1812. One son, a Lieutenant in the War of 1812, changed his name to Jeremy Washington Orange in 1820 and all his descendants go by the surname Orange. Another of Jotham's sons, Captain Levi Nute, was a West Point graduate, served in the West, and died </span>at Point Isabel, Texas, in 1846 during the Mexican-American War.</div>
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<span class="s1">The Rochester 1790 census shows Samuel had 12 people living in his household! These likely were Samuel, Phebe, nine of their children, and Samuel’s father, Jotham Sr.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">1800 census shows the Samuel Nute family in Rochester with 9 household members. The two older boys, including 4th GGF Josiah, were married with their own households in Rochester, and Samuel’s father, Jotham Sr. is no longer living with the family, but had returned to Dover where he died the following year.</span><br />
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<span class="s1">The first public road from Rochester to what was to become Milton was laid out in 1787. Jotham and Samuel both signed the petition for the Incorporation of Milton in 1803, setting off Milton from Rochester.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><u>Children of Samuel Nute and Phoebe Pinkham</u></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Francis Nute (1770-1812) m. Mary Clements</span></div>
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<span class="s1">JOSIAH<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>(1775-1820) m. Rebecca Wentworth</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Jotham (1778-1817) m. Olive Tuttle</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Stephen (1779-1843) m. Anna Furbush</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Mary ( 1784-1851) born in Milton, m. Thomas Young</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Nicholas (1781-1862) m. Elizabeth Bickford Hayes</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Hayes (1789-1875) m. Mehitable Goodwin</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ezekiel (1794-1859) m. Dorcas Worcester and lived in a house on the Nute farm in Milton; private in War of 1812 under Waldron’s Command; father of Lewis Worcester Nute</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Samuel ( - 1836), no birth, death or marriage records available, but he is identified as a son in Samuel Sr’s will.</span><br />
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<span class="s1">Samuel’s will written in January 1820 gave Phebe one third of his real estate; to son Hayes 40 acres, part of which was originally Samuel Hayes and the other part adjoining the farm on which Ezekiel Hayes was living. To daughter Susan Nute use of one back room in the house and $50 when she marries; to son Samuel, $1 as he had already been given his share of estate; to daughter Mary Young $1; to son Josiah $1 with what he had been given before, to Stephen $1, to Nicholas $1; he gives $1 to various grandchildren; to son Ezekial all the residue and remainder of his estate. His will is signed with his mark; likely he could not read or write. He identifies himself as a husbandman, i.e., raising livestock. The will indicates sons Francis and Jotham are deceased. Probate was March 2, 1826.</span><br />
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<span class="s1">Phebe was still living when Samuel's will was written in 1820, but her death date is unknown.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>The other Samuel Nute in Rochester. 7</b>th GGF Samuel (1689-1765) had two sons, John and our 6th GGF Jotham (1724-1801) and left land in Rochester to both. John opted to move to Rochester at least by 1749 when his son Samuel was born. Jotham, on the other hand, inherited the family homestead and land in Dover and elected to stay in Dover. Jotham passed his land onto his sons, Jotham Jr. and 5th GGF Samuel (born March 2, 1749) and moved to Rochester in 1784. These guys - Captain Samuel and our Samuel - were first cousins born within months of each other.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Captain Samuel Nute, born in Rochester to John Nute on August 18, 1749, was a soldier in the Revolution from his enlistment in May 1775 after the alarm at Lexington, and served two years in the 2nd New Hampshire. He was deployed to Morristown in the winter of 1776 and engaged in the battles of Trenton in December 1776 and Princeton in January 1777.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Captain Samuel sold his Rochester farm in 1800 and moved to Dover. As such, between the years 1784 and 1800 two Samuel Nutes, cousins the same age, were living in Rochester. As an aside, Captain Samuel’s son, Isaac, was killed at the battle of Tippecanoe in 1811.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Which Samuel signed the Rochester Association Test? </b>On April 12,<b> </b></span>1776 New Hampshire required all men to sign or refuse an Association Test, promising they would to the utmost of their power, “at the risk of their lives, their fortunes, and with arms” oppose the British fleets and armies. The signatures for Rochester were completed and signed off by Ebenezer Tebbets on October 15, 1776. Grandfather signers included our GGF’s Abraham Cook, Richard and Josiah Wentworth, John Nute (father of Captain Samuel) and a Samuel Nute.</div>
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<span class="s1">Family records and DAR accept our 5th GGF Samuel as the signer of the Rochester Association Test. </span>Evidence indicates the signer of the Rochester Association Test was Captain Samuel Nute and not our 5th GGF:</div>
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<li><span class="s1">5th GGF Samuel Nute was living in Dover and did not move to Rochester until 1784. He may have signed the Dover Association Test, but those records have been lost.</span></li>
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<li><span class="s1">Captain Samuel enlisted as a volunteer in the 2nd NH Regiment, but was not deployed out of Rochester until winter 1776.</span></li>
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<span class="s1"><b>Nute Ridge. </b>The New Hampshire Historical Society recently acquired two 1880 Frank Shapleigh paintings of the Nute farm in Milton, NH, and I had the privilege to be allowed into the curator’s “vault” to see the painting of the farmhouse of Lewis Worster Nute built in the 1850’s after he made his fortune in Boston.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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The original Samuel Nute (1745-1829) house is no longer there, but likely close to same site as this house when he settled here in 1784. In 2018, I visited the property and its current owner, George Bube, who has nicely restored the home. He told me the old barn where our father collected some wood has been torn down.</div>
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Samuel's grandson via Ezekial, Lewis Worster Nute who made his fortune in Boston, retired to the family homestead and built the current house endowed a high school and library as well as the Nute Chapel on the Ridge. The Nute Cemetery where Jotham and likely Samuel and family are buried lies alongside the Chapel.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nute Bible Chapel, built 1890</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nute Cemetery alongside Nute Bible Chapel</td></tr>
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Our line left Nute Ridge about 1805 when Samuel’s son, 4th GGF Josiah, moved to Falmouth, Maine, but Samuel's legacy remains in Milton, descendants of his ten children.</div>
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<span class="s1">Our Nute line remained in Dover for another three generations after James Sr. immigrated to the New World. James Sr.’s two children, James Jr. (1643-1691) and Martha (1653-1718), are both grandparent ancestor lines, but they would converge two generations later when a grandchild of each, i.e., second cousins, marry each other.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>Martha (1653-1718)</b> was the 4th child of <b>James Nute Sr</b>. In 1780, she married <b>William Dam</b> (1653-1718), son of <b>9th GGF John Dam</b> (1611-1690) who was an early immigrant to Dover around the same time frame as our James Sr. Both James Nute and John Dam received land grands on the Back River; indeed, their lots were adjoining and Martha married the proverbial boy next door.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">William and Martha’s daughter, <b>Leah</b> (1695-1750) married <b>7th GGF Samuel Hayes</b> (1695-1777) and their daughter, <b>6th GGM Mary Hayes</b> (1728-1759) married second cousin <b>Jotham Nute</b> (1724-1801). Thus, the full circle comes back to the Nute family line.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><i>William Dam, Jr. (Leah’s brother) testified - “say we see James Nute (James Jr.’s son) throw our father (8th GGF) William Dam down and also call him thief and threaten to cut off his legs and bid him kiss his ass and also Richard Pinkham by violence thrown our father William down several times and hold him and called him thief.” Richard Pinkham further testified “(9th GGF) William Dam Sr. and William Dam Jr. and Jacob Allen (8th GGM Martha Nute’s son-in-law) and Martha Dam (daughter) and Sarah Dam (daughter) carry away ye thatch which James Nute had mowed and further saith he hear William Dam Jr. say he would run his pitchfork into ye James Nute’s belly or guts.</i>” </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Martha’s father-in-law, <b>9th GGF John Dam</b>, was a carpenter and joiner. In 1656, he purchased Back River Lot 13 adjoining his Lots 11 and 12 and the Nute Lot 10, and gave the land to son William Dam on turning 21. Just before their marriage in 1675, John built a palisaded garrison for Martha and William, Jr. The garrison was spared in the 1689 Cochecho Massacre, likely due to its location across the Back River.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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The original garrison houses had no windows, only slits for rifles. The windows in the photo were likely added around the time of the Civil War. The large attic overhang had openings that allowed the women to pour boiling water on the attackers. Many had a palisade inside which about 100 people could fit if needed.</div>
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<span class="s1">The couple lived in the garrison house for several decades and passed it down to their daughter, <b>7th GGM Leah Dam</b>, who married Samuel Hayes in 1720. <b>Samuel </b>and <b>Leah</b> lived in the garrison until 1770 when it passed to Leah’s granddaughter, Leah Nute, who married Joseph Drew the following year. Joseph and Leah Nute Drew lived in the garrison until 1810 when they moved into a mansion. The garrison, however, remained in the Drew family until its removal to the Woodman Institute on the other side of the Bellamy River (Back River) in 1915. The garrison was in the Dam-Nute-Drew family for 240 years, and is today’s direct connection to the first families to settle Dover - our Nute and Dam families.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>8th GGF William Dam</b> died in March 1718, age 64, and Martha followed two months later in May 1718, age 65. They are both buried in the Nute-Dam Cemetery on the bank of the Back River with graves marked by etched stones. Daughter, Leah, is also buried in the cemetery, originally with an etched stone, but someone has placed a relatively recent headstone.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The eldest son of James the Immigrant lived on the Nute homestead his entire life, begat four children, and died at the young age of 48. Town records show James' level of involvement in the growing community was less than his father’s, perhaps as the Farm was across the Back River from town.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">James married <b>Elizabeth Heard</b> (1653-1705), daughter of <b>9th GGPs Captain John Heard </b>(1612-1688) and <b>Elizabeth Hull</b> (1628-1710), both English immigrants. Captain Heard built a defense garrison in the Cochecho area, but died just before the massacre of 1689.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The story is told that the widow Elizabeth, a daughter, and three sons were returning by boat to the settlement from Portsmouth the night of the massacre. As the family approached the Waldron garrison, they spotted trouble and fled. Elizabeth was unable to keep up with the others and ordered them to leave her behind. While hiding in the thicket through the night, she was spotted by a young Abanaki Indian who raised his gun, aimed, then turned away. It is said Elizabeth had saved this Indian’s life as a youth several years earlier.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">James and the younger Elizabeth Heard married in 1675 and raised four children on the Nute farm:</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Leah (1680-1748) m. 1st, Jethro Furber, brother to William, and 2nd, Hatevil Nutter</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Father James Jr. died at the young age of 48 in 1691, leaving a 38 year old widow, Elizabeth, with four young children, ages two to 16 years old.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">Elizabeth remarried three years later to Lt. William Furber whose wife had also just died, leaving him with<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>several young children as well. Lt. Furber’s first wife was from the Starbuck mariner family who founded the whaling industry on Nantucket. His father, an early Dover settler, was a survivor of the wreck of the Angel Gabriel off the coast of Maine during a hurricane in 1635; a brother and nephew were lost at sea in 1686.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Lt. William ran the Furber ferry service from his house at Welchman’s Cove (Bloody Point), Newington, to Oyster River.</span><br />
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<span class="s1">James III was only four years old and our <b>8th GGF Samuel</b> two years old at the time of their father’s death. James Jr.’s will left two thirds of the house and land to the eldest son, James III, when he came of age. The other three children, including Samuel, were only to have equal shares of the “moveables.” The widow was ordered to have the children’s estate bound out to “prentice” until she remarried in which case her one-third of the estate would be secured for the good of her children.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">James III lived in the family homestead in Dover, but acquired land in Rochester, New Hampshire, the community north of Dover. At his death, he bequeathed the land to his sons Paul and James IV. This acquisition shows the Nute family was already getting land outside Dover by the third generation. Incoming immigrants to Dover and the rule of primogeniture giving almost everything to the first born son was clearly making the land situation tight in Dover, particularly for the lower born sons. Disease and Indian wars had well decimated the Native population in New England by the 1700’s, making land acquisition easier for the white colonists.</span></div>
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The two daughters, Sarah and Leah, married their Furber step-brothers, William and Jethro. Jethro died in 1715, five years after marriage to Leah. Several months later, the widow Leah took her sister’s husband to court on a boundary dispute. Not much love lost here.</div>
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<span class="s1">The burial site of James Nute, Jr. is unknown. As he lived and died on the Nute farm, internment in the Nute-Dam cemetery with an unmarked or lost stone would be a reasonable assumption.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Samuel was two years old when his father died, five years old when his mother remarried, and 18 when his step-father, Lt. Furber, died. He may well have grown up on the Furber homestead at Welchman’s Cove, but the town history of Dover shows he had a home in Dover as an adult.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>A 1707/8 notation in James Jr.’s probate indicates guardianship of Samuel Nute, age about 18, was granted to Jethro Furber, his future brother-in-law. This would have been about the time his step-father, Lt. William, died. The notation appears to be an addendum. The guardianship may have been an apprenticeship.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">In 1718, Samuel married <b>Elizabeth Pinkham (1688-1765)</b>, age 30, old for a woman’s first marriage in those days, but there is no record of a previous marriage. Elizabeth, our 7th GGM, was a direct descendant of <b>Henry III, King of England</b> and <b>Eleanor of Provence</b> through her grandmother, <b>Rose Stoughton</b>, wife of <b>Richard Otis</b>. Henry III is, thus, our 21st GGF to my generation.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Elizabeth’s grandparents, Richard Pinkham and Richard Otis, were both early arrivals in Dover and both families had garrison houses. <b>9th GGF Richard Otis</b>, and two of his children were killed in the Cochecho massacre in 1689. Her 39 year old uncle, Stephen Otis, was killed in the garrison fight. Elizabeth’s young cousin, three-month old Margaret, was taken captive to Canada, renamed Christine, and raised by French nuns in Quebec. Elizabeth’s mother, <b>8th GGM Martha Rose Otis</b> was taken captive, but released in Conway, New Hampshire.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><b>JOTHAM</b> (1724-1801) m. <b>Mary Canney, 6th GGPs</b>. Their son Jotham, enlisted in the Revolution at age 16; son, William, fought with the 3rd New Hampshire in the War of 1812.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">John (1728-1800) m. Hepzibeth last name unknown; their son, Samuel (1749-1828) was a Captain in the Revolution and fought at Bunker Hill.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Sarah (1729-aft 1777) m. Josiah Clark</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Samuel and Elizabeth died the same year in 1765, he at age 75 and she age 77. His will written the year before indicates he had “homestead lands,” pasture land, corn, hay, and fruit orchard. The property had a barn and cellar under the house. Son, John, received 60 acres of the first division in Rochester on which John was already living, as well as title to Samuel’s acreage in the third division. Son, <b>6th GGF Jotham</b>, received the Dover homestead land, barn, and farm equipment, 12 additional acres in Dover, and land in the second division in Rochester. He left 50 pounds cash each to daughter Sarah and grandson Obed, and a feather bed and livestock to his granddaughter Elizabeth.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">As an aside, there is a curious story about the grandson, Obed. Samuel’s first will in 1749 left property to his youngest daughter, Elizabeth, but he changed his will in 1764 leaving money to Elizabeth’s son, Obed. Evidently, Elizabeth, the youngest daughter, married an unknown Nute after 1749 and was deceased at the time of the second will.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Obed married and moved near Casco Bay, Maine. He had a son, also Obed, then suddenly disappeared when the child was three-weeks old. Obed, Sr. was last seen sitting on a log beside the trail between his home and Casco Bay where he had gone for provisions. He appeared ill, but refused assistance. It is believed Obed did not die, but absconded from his family responsibilities. A man by the same name enlisted in the Continental Army in Framingham, Massachusetts, two years later (1776) and served 3 years. The Goodspeed genealogy identifies the wife as Thankful Bangs who moved to the Cape Cod area with young Obed and married John Goodspeed.</span><br />
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Indian attacks continued in the Dover area, with the last foray at Knox Marsh in 1725 when members of a Quaker family who refused to use the garrisons for shelter were killed or captured.<br />
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<b>6th GGF Jotham Nute</b> was born around the time of the Knox massacre and remained in Dover most of his life. His father’s will indicates Jotham inherited the land referred to in Scales History of Dover on which his father Samuel and Phebe lived.<br />
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Jotham married <b>6th GGM Mary Hayes</b> (1728-1759) in Dover before 1749, the year our 5th GGF Samuel was born to the couple. No marriage records have been located. Jotham and Mary were third cousins with shared great-grandparents, immigrants James and Sarah Nute.<br />
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Mary Hayes’ paternal grandfather, <b>8th GGF John Hayes</b>, immigrated from England or Scotland about 1680 and settled in Dover. Mary’s maternal GGF, <b>9th GGF William Horne</b>, immigrated as early as 1630, settled in Dover by 1659, and was killed in the Cocheco massacre in 1689. Her mother, <b>9th GGM Elizabeth Cough</b>, was taken captive by Indians in 1707 while walking along the road.<br />
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<b>8th GGM Mary Horne</b>, daughter of William and Elizabeth who died so tragically, married <b>8th GGF John Hayes</b> when she was but 13 years old and he 25. The couple had their first child within the year. She died at age 30.<br />
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<b>SAMUEL Nute</b> (1749-1825) m. <b>PHEBE Pinkham</b><br />
Leah (1752-1815) m. Joseph Drew and lived in the Dam Garrison until 1810; Joseph is a DAR patriot for his service of signing the petition to request formation of committee of safety.<br />
Mary (1754-after 1820 in Athens, Maine) m. James Tuttle; James served in the Revolution.<br />
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<u>Jotham's children with 2nd wife Mary Canney (1724 - ), widow of Daniel Canney</u>:<br />
Jotham Jr. (1760-1836) m. Sarah Twombley, served in Continental Army in Revolution (see below)<br />
Elizabeth (1763- ), no marriage or death records located<br />
William (1764-1812) m. Mary Polly Davis; served in War of 1812<br />
Jonathan (1768- ) m. Charity Smart; served in War of 1812 as an artificer (skilled in working on artillery devices in the field)<br />
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The list of Rochester proprietors shows Jotham’s father, (7th GGF Samuel), uncle (James III) and Thomas Tuttle shared an original 1722 proprietorship in Rochester just north of Dover. Samuel’s 1765 will bequeathed Rochester property in the first division to his son John and land in the third division to Jotham, indicating additional Rochester land had been acquired during the senior Samuel’s lifetime. John was already living on his property in Rochester by 1765. Jotham opted to stay on the family homestead in Dover and leave it to 5th GGF Samuel to settle the Rochester property.<br />
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In 1760, Jotham was elected Constable of Dover, but refused to serve. The family of Joseph Nute, compiler of our genealogy, had a receipt for the five pounds he had to pay for the refusal.<br />
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The death date of Jotham’s wife, widow Mary Canney, is unknown, but census evidence in Rochester indicates she died before 1790 and that Jotham was living with his son, 5th GGF Samuel, in Rochester. The 1800 census indicates Jotham is still living with Samuel before his death from palsy in 1801.<br />
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Jotham was the last generation to live in Dover. His son, Samuel, married and had several children in Dover before moving north to the new town of Rochester, NH, and carving out a farmstead on Nute's Ridge with his half-brother, Jotham.<br />
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<span class="s1">The Royal Descents of 600 Immigrants, <a href="https://www.ancestry.com/interactive/49324/FLHG_RoyalDescentsof600Immigrants-0480/93937?backurl=https://www.ancestry.com/family-tree/person/tree/13190951/person/12568336064/facts/citation/602150460772/edit/record"><span class="s2">https://www.ancestry.com/interactive/49324/FLHG_RoyalDescentsof600Immigrants-0480/93937?backurl=https://www.ancestry.com/family-tree/person/tree/13190951/person/12568336064/facts/citation/602150460772/edit/record</span></a></span></div>
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<span class="s1">John Scales, Colonial Era History of Dover, New Hampshire, 1932</span></div>
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<span class="s1">George Wadleigh, Notable Events in the History of Dover, New Hampshire, 1913</span></div>
<br />Katharinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13650585497073694906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30883497.post-32730340599851826882019-07-10T10:17:00.003-04:002019-11-17T20:13:28.818-05:00James Nute (1613-1691), our Nute Immigrant<style type="text/css">
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<span class="s1">Our surname Nute extends from modern-day descendants and our grandfather, Raymond Nute Sr., through multiple geographic migrations back to the first Nute immigrant to southeastern New Hampshire in 1631.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Sporadic fishing and trading settlements had been in the area of modern day Dover Point and Portsmouth between 1603 and 1630. Serious permanent settlement began when Captain John Mason, one of the Grantees of New Hampshire, sent over two men to manage settlement of the area - Captain Thomas Wiggin responsible to the upper settlement (Dover and north) and Captain Walter Neal to run the lower settlement (Portsmouth, Rye, and Newington).<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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An unsourced list of settlers brought to the area by Captain Neal in 1631 includes our 9th GGF James Nute and 10th GGF Thomas Canney. The immigrants who settled at Strawberry Banke (now Portsmouth) were described as a “rag-tag group of adventurers, servants, and planters.” Captain Wiggin, governor of the Upper Plantation of New Hampshire, brought over a group of Puritan settlers on the ship James to the Dover area in 1633, and more carpenters and millwrights followed in 1634.</div>
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<span class="s1">Wadleight’s Notable Events in the History of Dover, New Hampshire names heads of families in Dover in 1633, including <b>James Nute, John Dam, Thomas Canney, Richard Pinkham, William Pomfrett, and Henry Tebbetts</b>, all grandparent ancestors.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The reliability of all these passenger lists is called into question as there are no direct records. In any event, when the people of Dover established a formal government in 1640 with the Dover Combination, signers included ancestors <b>James Nute, Richard Pinkham, John Heard, William Pomfret, and Thomas Canney.</b></span></div>
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<span class="s1">The New England Indian Wars began in 1675 and continued for 50 years, ending at Knox Marsh in 1725. The first of 15 garrisons, or fortified houses, in Dover were built in 1675, and more constructed after tension with local Indians increased in the 1680s. The <b>Pinkham, Dam, Tibbitts, Hayes, Otis, Wentworth, and Heard </b>ancestor families were among those with garrison houses built in defense against Indian attacks. The original Dam garrison is housed in the Woodman Institute in Dover.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Coordinated Indian attacks against the garrisons in 1689, known as the Cocheco Massacre, resulted in the deaths and kidnappings of dozens of Dover inhabitants. The treachery began on the part of white settlers in Dover in 1676 when peaceful Indians fleeing the war in Massachusetts were deceived, rounded up for return to Massachusetts, and hanged or enslaved. Hostilities worsened in Dover between settlers and natives over the next several years.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">On the evening of June 27, 1689, Indian women requested shelter in several garrisons. During the night the women opened the gates to the attacking Indians. Twenty three people were killed and 29 taken captive.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ninth great-grandfather <b>Richard Otis</b>, 72, and his children, Hannah, 2 (and yes, that age is correct), and Stephen, 39, were killed. His wife, infant daughter, 3 daughters from his first marriage, and 2 grandchildren were taken captive to Canada. The garrison was burned to the ground.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Ninth great-grandfather <b>William Wentworth</b>, 76, was guarding the Heard garrison while neighbor 8th great-grandmother Elizabeth Heard was away. He was wakened by dogs and able to close the gates against the attack.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Tenth GGF <b>Thomas Canney</b> and 9th GGF <b>James Nute</b> who arrived at Strawberry Bank in 1631 and 9th GGF J<b>ohn Dam</b> who arrived in Dover in 1633 appear to be our earliest ancestor settlers in Dover. Over the next twenty years numerous other grandparent ancestors arrived. These included <b>Richard Otis </b>and wife <b>Rose Stoughton</b>, <b>Richard Pinkham</b>, <b>Henry Tibbitts </b>and wife <b>Elizabeth Austin</b>, <b>Joseph Austin</b>, <b>Thomas Canney</b> and wife <b>Mary Loame</b>, <b>Thomas Cook</b> and wife <b>Katherine Preece</b>, <b>Thomas Downes</b>, <b>John Heard</b>, <b>John Hayes</b>, <b>Thomas Nock</b>, <b>William Pomfret</b>, <b>Edward Starbuck</b> and wife <b>Catherine Reynolds</b>, <b>William Hackett</b>, <b>William Horne</b>,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>and <b>William Wentworth</b>. Several immigrant or first generation women from the coastal families of Maine and Massachusetts married men of 17th century Dover, including grandmother ancestors <b>Mary Horne, Elizabeth Knight, Martha Miller, Elizabeth Hull, Elizabeth Clough, Sarah Taylor, Mary Atkins, and Elizabeth Kenney.</b></span></div>
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<span class="s1">All told, we have not just the Nute progenitor from Dover, but at least 30 ancestor families who converged on Dover, New Hampshire in the 17th century.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">James’ birth is estimated to be about 1613, extrapolated from the age scratched into his tombstone. He is believed to be from Tiverton, Devonshire, where a distinguished family with this surname lived during the reign of Elizabeth. The first two generations in New Hampshire spelled the name “Newte.”</span></div>
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<span class="s1">At least three immigration scenarios are possible:</span></div>
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<li><span class="s1">James was with the group of "stewards and servants" sent by Captain Mason to work the settlement of Strawberry Banke, now Portsmouth, in 1631. He would have been 18 years old at the time of arrival in the New World. With the death of Captain Mason in 1635, arrival of settlers on Dover Point, and opportunity to own land in Dover, James crossed the river at Bloody Point and settled in Dover, likely around 1635.</span></li>
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<li><span class="s1">James arrived with Captain Wiggin on the ship James in 1633, and settled directly into Dover.</span></li>
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<span class="s1">The first scenario has been the most popular, but direct evidence is lacking. Dover was in political and religious turmoil during the 1630s and no records of the time are available in the town itself. Further, some believe that records may have been destroyed related to a lawsuit brought by the heirs of Captain Mason.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1">In 1640 at age 27, James had enough stature in the town that he was a signer of the Dover Combination to establish a formal government. He received a 20-acre land grant in town in 1642. His home was on Low Street of Dover Neck just west or northwest of the Meeting House, on the current Neck Road at Little Johns Creek which flows into the Back River. His lot is at the angle of the creek and river on the south side. His neighbors on Low Street were Captain Wiggin, 10th GGF <b>William Pomfrett,</b> and 9th GGF <b>John Damme</b>.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">He married before 1643, age 30, to Sarah, last name unknown, and started his family.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">James bought 20 acres (Lot 10) on the west side of Back River in 1650 and received another land grant of 40 acres in 1656. He was a proprietor of communal ox pasture land bordering Low Street in 1652. He moved from “town” to the Back River farm in about 1661. In 1671, he conveyed the family farm of 60 acres to his son, James II, and the 12 acres in Dover Neck to son Abraham. The conveyance indicates he and his wife Sarah would continue to live on the farm as well. The Nute farm remained in the family at least until the 1920’s, at the time thought to be the oldest land in continuous family possession in the country.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">James was on a tax list in Dover in 1648, and several tax lists as late as 1685. He was an upright citizen, served on the Grand Jury in 1643, and a Petit Juror at Strawberry Bank on August 8, 1650.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>He served as Selectman in 1659-1660, but was fined in 1663 for missing church meetings and entertaining Quaker missionaries.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Children of James Nute Sr. and Sarah:</span></div>
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<span class="s1">1. <b>JAMES Jr</b>. (1643-1691) m. <b>ELIZABETH Heard</b></span></div>
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<span class="s1">2. Abraham (1644-1724) m. 1st, unknown; 2nd, widow Joanna Stanton</span></div>
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<span class="s1">3. Sarah (1646 - ) m. James Bunker</span></div>
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<span class="s1">4. <b>MARTHA</b> (1653-1718) m. <b>WILLIAM DAM</b></span></div>
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<span class="s1">5. Leah (1656-1726) m. 1st, John Knight; 2nd, Benedictus Tarr</span></div>
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James Jr./wife Elizabeth Heard and Martha/husband William Dam are both grandparent ancestors.<br />
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The population of Dover dropped to 146 in 1675, likely due to the Indian wars.</div>
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<span class="s1">Family lore has been that 78-year old James Sr. was killed in his garden by Indians in 1691, two years after the Cocheco massacre.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Supposedly, he left his gun in the house when he went to work the fields and became involved in an altercation with three Indians. He killed two Indians with a hoe before being killed himself by the third.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">James is buried in the Nute-Dam cemetery on the banks of the Back River on the Bellamy Wilderness Preserve. The cemetery is not easily accessible, as I learned during a visit in 2015. The visitor would be wise to use mosquito repellent and wear boots to get through the marsh between the entry point at the Bellamy Wilderness Preserve and the woods where the cemetery lies.</span></div>
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<span class="s1"><br />James’ original gravestone in the Nute-Dam cemetery reads Mr. J. Nute, age 78.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> A photo on file at New England Historical and Genealogical Society shows the headstone in 1915.</span></span><br />
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<span class="s1">James (Newte) Nute</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Born 1613</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Landed in Portsmouth 1631</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Settled in Dover 1640</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Killed by Indians 1691</span></div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">Other burials in the Nute cemetery include daughter <b>Martha, and her husband William Dam, </b> Leah Dam, wife of Samuel Hayes. In a field closer to the main road is a small cemetery, unkept, with headstones for </span><span style="text-align: center;">Paul Nute, Ephraim, Nute, Greenleaf Nute and his wife Susan.</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">Personal communication with Lee Nute who has extensively researched the family histories and been in communication with others who have researched our common ancestor shows that James Sr., not James Jr., was killed by Indians, although James Jr. also died in 1691. James Jr. left a will when he died at age 48, indicating most likely that he had a potentially terminal illness.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">According to Lee, he learned from Judge Eugene F. Nute in Farmington that academics at the University of New Hampshire decided to excavate the grave of James and the two Indians. The Judge “stopped the foolishness,” had the remains reinterred, and placed the granite marker over the grave to prevent any further intrusion.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">The short Nute Road off Spur Road (may have been the old Low Road) on Dover Neck may be the location of James’ 20-acre lot on Dover Neck bordering the east bank of the Bellamy River.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">Next installment: Our Nute line from Dover to Woodstock, ME.</span><br />
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<span class="s1">Sources: </span><br />
<span class="s1">John Scales, Colonial Era History of Dover, New Hampshire, 1923</span><br />
<span class="s1">Dover Historical Society, Vital Records of Dover, New Hampshire, 1686-1850</span><br />
George Wadleigh, Notable Events in the History of Dover, New Hampshire, 1913<br />
Mary Thompson, Landmarks in Ancient Dover, NH, 1892<br />
John Scales & Alonzo Quint, Historical Memoranda Concerning Persons & Places in Old Dover, NH, 1900<br />
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