Thursday, February 27, 2014

Charles Negus Carroll - Irish

Charles Negus Carroll  courtesy of FamilySearch.org.
I love the story of Charles Carroll. He went through so much in just getting to Utah. The loss of all his family but one child had to be hard. I love to read the stories about him and his daughter Amy did such a great biography because she was very descriptive. I love his sayings and his philosophy on life. When times get hard for me I just think about this Grandfather and my spirits are lifted. He is my Irish Grandfather and I identify with him probably more than I do my other grandparents.


Records of Charles Negus Carroll

Transcribed, organized, and formatted by James F. Carroll jcarroll@byu.net  Dec 2010 from source images from Wallace Carroll.  Source images available online at http://goo.gl/gRP1S .  Additions and editor's notes [ in brackets ].  This document online at  http://goo.gl/Dvzni.


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Sunday, February 2, 2014

Frances O'Wilde Heaton




Photo taken by Lisa Tarbox- Find-A-Grave - Used by persmission



Is Frances an O'Wilde?  I have her as a O'dwyer?Frances died in 1872 not in 1873.  Could the O'Wilde be a mistake too?


Frances Odyre Weld, "England Marriages, 1538–1973 "




Name:Jonathan Heaton
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Event Date:09 Jun 1823
Event Place:St Chad'S, Rochdale, Lancashire, England
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Indexing Project (Batch) Number:M13580-1
System Origin:England-ODM
GS Film number:1484379

Reverend Stephen Batchelder - Scarlet Letter

9th Great-Grandfather

It has been suggested that his last wife was who the book "The Scarlet Letter" was written about.


Bachiler Plaque


Unveiling the Bachiler Stone


This grandfather was known for his spitfire.  He did not like the way the Church of England treat its parishioners and was quite open with his opinions which is probably why he was always in trouble.  He eventually left England and went to Holland and then on to New England where he organized a church.  Even here he did not get along with his authorities because he found the Puritans doing the exact same thing to the New Englanders that the Puritans did not like in England.
His last wife did not live in the same end of the house as he did and yet she had a child.  Everyone knew that this child was not Stephen's.  She was brought up with  charges of adultery and was branded with an A for her punishment.
Read the links and you will find a fascinating man that is someone to be proud of.


"Shortly after his arrival in New England in 1632, Stephen Bachiler settled at Saugus (later to be called Lynn), where he immediately began to organize a church. Over the next four years Bachiler and a portion of his congregation were repeatedly at odds with the rest of the congregation and with the colony authorities, and by early 1636 Bachiler had ceased to minister at Lynn ...
... As had happened throughout his life, controversy soon arose. In 1641 Winthrop reported that Bachiler "being about 80 years of age, and having a lusty comely woman to his wife, did solicit the chastity of his neighbor's wife" , and this led to an attack on him by Dalton and a large portion of the Hampton congregation. These charges were apparently not resolved at the time, but in 1643-4, when the town of Exeter invited Bachiler to be their minister, the affair was raised again, and this was sufficient to prevent his removal to that church .
At about this time Bachiler's ministry at Hampton ceased, and he soon moved to Strawberry Bank , where he remained until his return to England.
On 9 April 1650 at a Quarterly Court held at Salisbury, "Mr. Steven Bacheller fined for not publishing his marriage according to law." At the same court it was ordered "that Mr. Bacherler and Mary his wife shall live together, as they publicly agreed to do, and if either desert the other, the marshal to take them to Boston to be kept until next quarter Court of Assistants, to consider a divorce.... In case Mary Bacheller live out of this jurisdiction without mutual consent for a time, notice of her absence to be given the magistrates at Boston" .
On 15 October 1650 at a court at York "George Rodgers & Mrs. Batcheller presented upon vehement suspicion of incontinency for living in one house together & lying in one room" . At a court at Piscataqua on 16 October 1651 the grand jury presented "George Rogers for, & Mary Batcheller the wife of Mr. Steven Bacheller minister for adultery"; George Rogers was to have forty strokes, and Mary Bachiler "for her adultery shall receive 40 strokes save one at the first town meeting held at Kittery six weeks after the delivery & be branded with the letter A" . This child born late in 1651 or early in 1652 was apparently the Mary Bachiler who later married William Richards, and even though the Dover Court on 26 March 1673 awarded him administration of the estate of Stephen Bachiler , she would not have been his daughter.
Stephen Bachiler returned to England after these events...
Among many remarkable lives lived by early New Englanders, Bachiler's is the most remarkable. From 1593, when he was cited before Star Chamber, until 1654, when he last makes a mark on New England records, this man lived a completely independent and vigorous life, never acceding to any authority when he thought he was correct. Along with Nathaniel Ward of Ipswich, Stephen Bachiler was one of the few Puritan ministers active in Elizabethan times to survive to come to New England. As such he was a man out of his times, for Puritanism in Elizabethan times was different from what it became in the following century, and this disjunction may in part account for Bachiler's stormy career in New England . But Nathaniel Ward did not have anything like as much trouble, and most of Bachiler's conflicts may be ascribed to his own unique character."

LINKS

Stephen Bachiler entry from the book "Piscataqua Pioneers : Selected Biographies of Early Settlers in Northern New England" published in 2000 by the Piscataqua Pioneers organization of the Seacoast.
"Our Fascinating Ancestor Stephen Bachiler" by Eleanor Campbell Schoen, 1999.
"Reverend Stephen Bachiler of Hampton: Some Additional Information", by George Freeman Sanborn, Jr., 1991.
"The Reverend Stephen Bachiler - Saint or Sinner?", by Philip Mason Marston, 1961.
"An Unforgiven Puritan", by Victor C. Sanborn, 1917.
"The Hard Case of the Founder of Old Hampton : Wrongs of Rev. Stephen Bachiler", by Frank B. Sanborn, 1900.
"Rev. Stephen Bachiler", an earlier article by Victor C. Sanborn, 1898.
Rev. Stephen Bachiler by Charles E. Batchelder, 1892.
"Father and Founder of the Town", from Joseph Dow's History of Hampton, 1892.
The Dalton and Batcheller Pedigree, by William H. Whitmroe, 1863.
Excerpts on the Rev. Stephen Bachiler from the History of Lynn by Alonzo Lewis, 1829.
Stephen Bachiler's Coat of Arms
A Red-hot 'A' and a Lusting Divine: Sources For The Scarlet Letter, New England Quarterly article from 1987 which examines the possibility that Bachiler's fourth wife was the inspiration for Hester Prynne in Hawthorne's Scarlet Letter.
The Sanborn Genealogy by V.C. Sanborn has a long section on Rev. Bachiler.


BOOKS



Thomas Philbrick - Witch Trials



9th Great-Grandfather






 This account is taken from:
http://www.hampton.lib.nh.us/hampton/biog/goodymarshall.htm

        " In 1656, Thomas the Emigrant testified against Eunice "Goody" Cole, a local woman accused of witchcraft. In "History of Hampton," Joseph Dow writes that Thomas stated that she "had said if his calves should eat any of her grass 'she wished it might poysen them or choke them;' and he further testified that he never saw one of his calves afterward, 'and the other calfe came home and died aboute a weeke after.'" Eunice Cole was convicted of witchcraft and sentenced to confinement in a prison in Boston.Legend suggests "Goody" Cole got her revenge on Thomas Philbrick for his testimony against her. The following year (1657) John Philbrick, his wife Ann (Knapp), daughter Sarah and five others drowned near "Rivermouth" when their sloop (a boat) sank during a trip to Boston. The town record records, "The sad hand of God upon eight psons goeing in a vessell by sea from Hampton to boston, who were all swallowed up in the ocean soon after they were out of the Harbour." In superstitious New England, Eunice Cole was blamed for the tragedy and whispered accusations would inspire a poem, "The Wreck of the Rivermouth."'

THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH
By John Greenleaf Whittier

Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see,
By dawn or sunset shone across,
When the ebb of the sea has left them free,
To dry their fringes of gold-green moss:
For there the river comes winding down
From salt sea-meadows and uplands brown,
And waves on the outer rocks afoam
Shout to its waters, "Welcome home!"

And fair are the sunny isles in view
East of the grisly Head of the Boar,
And Agamenticus lifts its blue
Disk of a cloud the woodlands o'er;
And, southerly, when the tide is down,
"Twixt white sea-waves and sand-hills brown,
The beach-birds dance and the gray gulls wheel
Over a floor of burnished steel.

Once, in the old Colonial days,
Two hundred years ago and more,
A boat sailed down through the winding ways
Of Hampton River to that low shore,
Full of goodly company
Sailing out on the summer sea,
Veering to catch the land-breeze light,
With the Boar to left and the Rocks to right.

In Hampton meadows, where mowers laid
Their scythes to the swaths of salted grass,
"Ah, well-a-day! our hay must be made!"
A young man sighed, who saw them pass,
Loud laughed his fellows to see him stand
Whetting his scythe with a listless hand,
Hearing a voice in a far-off song,
Watching a white hand beckoning long.

"Fie on the witch!" cried a merry girl,
As they rounded the point where Goody Cole
Sat by her door with her wheel atwirl,
A bent and blear-eyed poor old soul.
"Oho!" she muttered, "ye're brave to-day!
But I hear the little waves laugh and say,
The broth will be cold that waits at home;
For it's one to go, but another to come!' "

"She's cursed," said the skipper; "speak her fair:
I'm scary always to see her shake
Her wicked head, with its wild gray hair,
And nose like a hawk, and eyes like a snake."
But merrily still, with laugh and shout,
From Hampton River the boat sailed out,
Till the huts and the flakes on Star seemed nigh,
And they lost the scent of the pines of Rye.

They dropped their lines in the lazy tide,
Drawing up haddock and mottled cod;
They saw not the Shadow that walked beside,
They heard not the feet with silence shod.
But thicker and thicker a hot mist grew,
Shot by the lightnings through and through;
And muffled growls, like the growl of a beast,
Ran along the sky from west to east.

Then the skipper looked from the darkening sea
Up to the dimmed and wading sun;
But he spake like a brave man cheerily,
"Yet there is time for our homeward run."
Veering and tacking, they backward wore;
And just as a breath from the woods ashore
Blew out to whisper of danger past,
The wrath of the storm came down at last!

The skipper hauled at the heavy sail:
"God be our help!" he only cried,
As the roaring gale, like the stroke of a flail,
Smote the boat on its starboard side.
The Shoalsmen looked, but saw alone
Dark films of rain-cloud slantwise blown,
Wild rocks lit up by the lightning's glare,
The strife and torment of sea and air.

Goody Cole looked out from her door:
The Isles of Shoals were drowned and gone,
Scarcely she saw the Head of the Boar
Toss the foam from tusks of stone.
She clasped her hands with a grip of pain,
The tear on her cheek was not of rain:
"They are lost," she muttered, "boat and crew!
Lord, forgive me! my words were true!"

Suddenly seaward swept the squall;
The low sun smote through cloudy rack;
The Shoals stood clear in the light, and all
The trend of the coast lay hard and black.
But far and wide as eye could reach,
No life was seen upon wave or beach;
The boat that went out at morning never
Sailed back again into Hampton River.

O mower, lean on thy bended snath,
Look from the meadows green and low:
The wind of the sea is a waft of death,
The waves are singing a song of woe!
By silent river, by moaning sea,
Long and vain shall thy watching be:
Never again shall the sweet voice call,
Never the white hand rise and fall!

O Rivermouth Rocks, how sad a sight
Ye saw in the light of breaking day!
Dead faces looking up cold and white
From sand and sea-weed where they lay.
The mad old witch-wife wailed and wept,
And cursed the tide as it backward crept:
"Crawl back, crawl back, blue water-snake!
Leave your dead for the hearts that break!"

Solemn it was in that old day
In Hampton town and its log-built church,
Where side by side the coffins lay
And the mourners stood in aisle and porch.
In the singing-seats young eyes were dim,
The voices faltered that raised the hymn,
And Father Dalton, grave and stern,
Sobbed through his prayer and wept in turn.

But his ancient colleague did not pray,
Because of his sin at fourscore years:
He stood apart, with the iron-gray
Of his strong brows knitted to hide his tears.
And a wretched woman, holding her breath
In the awful presence of sin and death,
Cowered and shrank, while her neighbors thronged
To look on the dead her shame had wronged.

Apart with them, like them forbid,
Old Goody Cole looked drearily round,
As, two by two, with their faces hid,
The mourners walked to the burying-ground.
She let the staff from her clasped hands fall:
"Lord, forgive us! we're sinners all!"
And the voice of the old man answered her:
"Amen!" said Father Bachiler.

So, as I sat upon Appledore
In the calm of a closing summer day,
And the broken lines of Hampton shore
In purple mist of cloud-land lay,
The Rivermouth Rocks their story told;
And waves aglow with sunset gold,
Rising and breaking in steady chime,
Beat the rhythm and kept the time.

And the sunset paled, and warmed once more
With a softer, tenderer after-glow;
In the east was moon-rise, with boats off shore
And sails in the distance drifting slow.
The beacon glimmered from Portsmouth bar,
The White Isle kindled its great red star;
And life and death in my old-time lay
Mingled in peace like the night and day!


Richard Bourne - Missionary to the Indians

Missionary to the Indians


My 8th Great- Grandfather 
 6th Great-Grandfather to Jacob Hamblin

Richard Bourne and Jacob Hamblin have parallel lives. Both were called to bring peace to an area the Indians controlled to allow settlers and Indians live in peace. Both were highly regarded by the Indians. One of the interesting parts in where Richard Bourne called down the powers of heaven to stop the sacraficing of Indians and lightening came and split the rock in two. The youtube covers this.





Richard Bourne's missonary work among the Mashpee Indians is discussed at length in Otis's Genealogical Notes of Barnstable Families (1888), pp. 104-111.


Books on Richard Bourne


Full text of "History of Richard Bourne and some of his descendants"



Full text of "Richard Bourne, missionary to the Mashpee Indians"





Saturday, February 1, 2014

Hannah Emerson Dustin - Heroine - First women statue in US




         First woman honored in the United States            with a statue
8th Great-Grandmother on my Hamblin line


Hannah Duston, by Stearns


I have to admire this grandmother.  She exemplifies the adage - "Don't mess with the mother."  She had just given birth when an Indian raid came and they kidnapped her, her baby, and her nurse.  Now this area had been having trouble with Indian raids and kidnappings.  While taking Hannah to the place they planned on holding her the Indians killed her baby because it was slowing them down.  I cannot imagine how horrifying and heartbreaking that would be.  Hannah kept her head and figured a way to escape.  There were other hostages being held too.  She killed and scalped the Indians and took their scalps as proof of what she had done.  Not only did she make it back to her village but it took a woman to stop the Indian raids and kidnapping.  Maybe she is the reason I come from a long line of strong women.



The following are taken from:
http://voices.yahoo.com/17-interesting-facts-indian-captive-escapee-12171756.html

 Henry David Thoreau immortalized Hannah Dustin in his written works. In 1870 a statue of the courageous Hannah Dustin was positioned in the town square. There is also a statue of her in New Hampshire where Hannah and the captives killed the raiders and escaped with the scalps. Hannah's harrowing experience sparked the imagination of her fellow frontier colonists, just as it has endured and appealed to the people of today. Hannah Dustin Memorial statue was the first statue erected in NH using public funds. This occurred long after her death, in 1874.

 John Greenleaf Whittier wrote of Hannah in his Legends of New England in 1831.

 Cotton Mather penned Magnalia Christa Americana, in which Mather shared his respect for Hannah as a fabulous female. He knew Hannah and spoke with her about the frightening incident himself. His version included moral questions which do not take away from the horror, but does speak of using the situation, perhaps, for his own means.

Sources:
http://www.heritage-history.com/www/heritage.php?Dir=characters&FileName=dustin.php
http://wprokasy.myweb.uga.edu/Emerson2.htm
http://voices.yahoo.com/the-story-hannah-dustin-joan-arc-lizzie-bordon-116091.html?cat=37
http://www.hawthorneinsalem.org/Literature/NativeAmericans&Blacks/HannahDuston/MMD2169.html
http://www.nhstateparks.org/explore/state-parks/hannah-duston-memorial-state-historic-site.aspx
http://www.atlasobscura.com/places/hannah-dustim-statue-boscawen-nh