Mother of the Village

My 9th great-grandmother, Elizabeth Newgate Oliver Jackson, was known in Newton, Massachusetts as the “mother of the village.” For fifty years, she was said to have been present at every birth in town. Imagine the generations she ushered into the world—a baby, then their child, then their child— all in the same family, no doubt including her own family.

When Elizabeth began her work around 1650, Newton was still a small settlement with fewer than ten births per year. But as the population grew, so did her duties. By the end of her career, she had likely delivered hundreds of babies, establishing herself as one of the most trusted figures in town.

Why did she do it?

Midwifery was one of the best-paying professions available to women in the 1600s, and many midwives relied on it for income. But Elizabeth didn’t need the money—she came from one of the wealthiest families in Newton. Her choice to serve as a midwife must have been driven by something deeper: a true calling to help others. 

Already respected because of her family’s standing, her role as a midwife only strengthened her influence in the community. If she lived today, she would almost certainly have been an obstetrician.

A Day in the Life of a 1600s Midwife

Picture Elizabeth awakened in the middle of a winter’s night by the urgent knock of a neighbor. She gathers her bag—cloths, herbs, perhaps a vial of oil—and sets off through the dark, snow crunching beneath her shoes. Arriving at a modest wooden home lit by a single candle, she joins the women already gathered: the expectant mother, her female family members, maybe a neighbor or two, all keeping warm by the huge fireplace. 

Elizabeth’s role is both practical and spiritual. She soothes the mother with prayers, offers sips of warm broth, rubs her back during contractions, and knows just when to encourage pushing. If complications arise, she draws on years of experience and remedies passed down from older women. Hours later, when the first cries of a newborn are heard, Elizabeth swaddles the baby and places it in its mother’s arms, the exhausted family rejoicing. Then she stays to check on the mother, advise on recovery, and plans to come back soon. 

This scene was repeated hundreds of times throughout Elizabeth’s life. To her neighbors, she was more than a midwife—she was a guide through the most important days of their lives and a sharer in their joys or sorrows. 

And for that, they remembered her with love as the “mother of the village.”

Family member name: Elizabeth Newgate Oliver Jackson
Years of life: 1617-1709

Places lived: England; Newton, Massachusetts

Tree branch: Pearson
Relation: My 9th great-grandmother (my dad's dad's mom's mom's mom's dad's mom's moms mom's dad's mom)

Sources:

NewtonMA.gov website LINK

The Jacksons and Their Homestead LINK

A Midwife's Tale - 1998 PBS Documentary LINK

1820s Pinterest Goals

When I found out that my ancestor’s home was not only still standing, but welcomed visitors as a bed and breakfast, I was so excited. I HAD to go stay there! 

I really didn't think about what I would learn or how I would feel when I arrived. I just wanted to stand in their shoes for a moment. I never considered that I would learn about my ancestors through how they decorated their home!  Here's the story.

Family member name: Nicholas, Ozni and Hannah Hall
Years of life: 1753-1835

Places lived: Falmouth, Maine

Tree branch: Pearson
Relation: My 5x great-grandfather, his son and daughter-in-law

On February 5, 1823, my 5th great-grandfather Nicholas Hall sold the family home in Falmouth, Maine, to his youngest son, Ozni Hall, for $2,000. How do we know?  That information was included in a document from 1977 regarding the nomination of Hall's Tavern (as it used to be called) into the National Registry of Historical Places.

After the sale, the house was redecorated, as often happens.  Since home décor is usually overseen by the woman of the house, I am attributing the improvements to Hannah Hall, Ozni's wife.  Of course they could have acted as a team, we just can't be sure.

Hannah transformed the house, enlisting a local artist to decorate the walls with stunning stencils. These intricate designs turned a simple home with white walls into a work of art and give us a glimpse of Hannah's personality and creative vision.  

Who was the artist?  This is the subject of much interest to American folk art enthusiasts.  Experts who examined the designs agree that they are in the style of Moses Eaton or his son, Moses Eaton, Jr.  Moses Eaton is now remembered as a renowned artist.  In fact, his stencils and artwork are in museums!  The experts aren't 100% sure, but since Moses was from the local area, it is probable the stencils were done by him.

Bold floral and geographic stencils

These are the original 200-year-old paintings most likely done by Moses Eaton.

So, Hannah turned the house into a masterpiece!

I was fortunate to stay overnight in Hannah’s home in October 2016. Then operating as the Quaker Tavern Bed and Breakfast, the house still carried the warmth and charm that Hannah must have envisioned when she chose the bold pastoral and floral stencil designs. Walking through its rooms, I could picture my ancestors living there, surrounded by the vibrant art that reflected their creativity and love for beauty. Knowing that these walls once held their daily lives was a moving experience for me.

Their beautiful home is a tangible link to my family’s past, a reminder of their hard work, creativity, and vision. Nicholas’s decision to pass the house to Ozni set the stage for Hannah to transform it into something extraordinary—a space that is as much a part of American folk art history as it is my family history. 

This journey reminds me that our ancestors were more than just names on a tree; they were creators, dreamers, and storytellers whose legacy still speaks to us today.

Sources:

* Ancestry.com for the National Register of Historic Places: Inventory--Nomination form

* Proprietor's oral history of Quaker Tavern BnB

* Wikipedia: Moses Eaton, Jr. 

* Antique Homes Magazine article: Hospitality at the Quaker Tavern Inn

The Lexington Alarm

Today is April 19.  245 years ago today the Battle of Concord and Lexington began the American Revolution.  A newspaper article written in 1902 about my family said that one of my ancestors fought in those battles.  Did he?

Family member name: William Morris
Tree branch: Pearson
Lifetime: 1740 - died sometime after 1794
Relation: My 5x great-grandfather (my dad's dad's mom's mom's mom's dad's dad)

See my previous blog post with a full transcription of the article. The article stated,

"Mrs. Titus, too, seems to have come from a family as patriotic as that of her husband, for her paternal grandfather, William Morris, was in the battle of Concord and Lexington and rose in the service until he became a first lieutenant."

Wow! Imagine that, what are the odds?!  Upon reading it, my emotions went from awe to disbelief in about one minute.  (But it was a fun minute!)  I had to investigate this William Morris person.

William Morris was born and lived in Woodstock, Connecticut, not to be confused with Woodstock, New York of music festival fame.  Woodstock is 68 miles from Lexington, Massachusetts.  In April 1775, William could not have fought in the Battle of Concord and Lexington because those battles were fought by Minutemen who lived in those towns and who mustered to Lexington Green in a minute after being awakened by Paul Revere.  Grandpa Morris was simply not there.  The article was incorrect.

However, here is the excerpt from William Morris' military service which may be the cause of the confusion.

"William was clerk of the company which marched from Woodstock in response to the Lexington Alarm."

What is the Lexington Alarm? Once Paul Revere stopped riding, other messengers got on their horses to pick up where he left off.  They rode to other towns to give them the news about Lexington and Concord.  Town militias had already been organized all over New England and the other colonies.  When these volunteer soldiers heard of the fighting, they marched "for the Relief of Boston," including 34-year-old William.  The Lexington Alarm began with Paul Revere's ride and continued with the colonies' response to the beginning of the war.  The Lexington Alarm is not the name of the battle on April 19.  (See timeline on nps.gov)

About 10,000 men marched for days to help defend Boston from the British.  Besides the Rhode Island volunteers, who were somewhat equipped and organized, the rest of the men could hardly be described as "in the military." After reading firsthand accounts of the situation, the camps in the fields and meadows around Boston can only be described as makeshift shelters full of filthy, drunk men. (OK, now you can think about Woodstock the music festival, but with no women or music.)

Since Grandpa Morris only served six days in the Lexington Alarm, they probably marched to Boston, saw they were not needed, then went home to Connecticut. He later served in other regiments.

Here is the link to his page on the Daughters of the American Revolution website: Ancestor #A080956

Researching family history in Woodstock, Connecticut, 2016.

Namesakes: Roger Pearson Webber

What's the story behind your name? 

Today it's common for new parents to choose their baby's name because they like the sound of it, or because it's cool and popular.  (Hi to all the Finleys and Liams out there!)  

This, however, is a departure from the customary naming conventions that have prevailed over the last few hundred years in the United States.  Children were often named after their parents and grandparents.  This is a bonus for genealogists because it helps when following the family line.

This is the first installment in my little series of Namesakes.  Let's find out where our family members got their names, and the possible stories behind them.

Roger Pearson Webber

Family member name: Roger Pearson Webber
Tree branch: Webber
Lifetime: 1914 - 2000
Relation: My grandfather (my dad's dad)

In the case of my grandpa, both his first and middle names were handed down to him.  

• First name: From his dad, whose middle name was Rogers (with an s), which was his grandma's maiden name (that is my grandpa's great-grandmother).  
• Middle name: from his mom, whose maiden name was Pearson.  The Pearsons had lived in New England as far back as 1740.

Follow the orange boxes.

Don't touch the headstone

Yes, I love hunting through cemeteries for my relatives. (Shout out to my husband and mom who come with me and are amazing finders of headstones, which can be needles in haystacks.) Yes, I seek dead people.

This is a quick post with a helpful trick I have found for documenting headstones.

Gravestone rubbings are so 20th century. Some people consider this not only a way of preserving the information on a headstone, but of preserving the art of the actual headstone.  This was ok when every human didn't have a camera in their back pocket  Also, unfortunately, rubbing the stone may cause more deterioration.  Please let it be.

But there are drawbacks when using a camera to document the wording on a headstone.  Moss, weathering and bad lighting are not your friends.  For example, I took this picture of my 8th great grandmother's headstone that has been in Woodstock, CT for over 260 years.

Can read the words? Are you sure??  Argh! After traveling for hours, the last thing you want is for your pictures to be unclear.  So here's my trick.

1. Take the best picture you can.
2. Then take a video of the same headstone and of your voice while reading the words out loud.

Simple but effective. Watch this clip.

Then when I get home and I want to document the dates and wording, I'm not second guessing myself. So, just for the record:

"In memory of Mrs. Hannah Peake, ye wife of Mr. Jonathan Peake, Dec'd October 16, 1756, in ye 90th year of her age."

Family member name: Hannah Leavens Peake
Tree branch: Pearson
Lifetime: 1666-1756
Relation: My 8x great grandmother (my dad's dad's mom's mom's mom's mom's dad's dad's mom's mom)

Experience Stone's fire

The kitchen is the heart of the home.  As true as that is today, imagine what life was like without our fancy granite-laden, stainless steel clad (not to mention electrified) HGTV kitchens.  

Before the modern stove and indoor plumbing, life revolved around the fire, and homes were built around chimneys and fireplaces.  All cooking was done over the fire.  Taking a bath this week? No fire meant you got a cold bath.  Cold hands and bodies stood by the fire.  Hot coffee was not a push of a button.  Who's gonna wake up early, pump the water then start the fire to get that water boiling?

If the fire went out, your day was ruined.  Families could not leave the fire unattended for very long.

This short post is to imagine my 5x great grandmother, Experience Stone, and all the time she spent at her hearth.

Family member name: Experience Stone (best name ever)
Tree branch: Pearson
Lifetime: 1757-1827
Relation: My 5x great grandmother (my dad's dad's mom's dad's mom's mom's mom)

Not only did she have a husband and 10 children to feed, but they also fed hungry travelers.  Around 1800, they built their new home in Falmouth, Maine and turned it into a tavern.  It was called the Hall Tavern.  Nicholas Hall was her husband.

The Hall Tavern became an Inn.  Over 200 years later it is still an inn, now a historical landmark and called the Quaker Tavern B&B, since the Hall's were Quakers.

Quaker Tavern B&B

It was a gorgeous autumn weekend in 2016 to spend the night at my ancestor's home.  I woke up in their freezing cold bedroom, which is the true Maine experience.  I walked up and down their perfectly creaky stairs. I looked out their original lead-glass windows to see the gorgeous colored leaves, maybe even falling from the same trees.

And I sat at my grandmother's hearth. The fire was out.  But I could see her there, being the best mom and business owner she could be.

Experience Stone's hearth at the Quaker Tavern B&B

Experience Stone's view.

Andersonville

Ahhh, idyllic Vermont.  Clean, fresh air and green mountains.  

The Titus side of my dad's family mainly settled in Vershire, Vermont.  To get there, drive to Timbuktu and hang a left, keep going till you hit East Osh Kosh.  Vershire is just 45 minutes further down the "road."

One of the Titus boys had a brief but significant journey away from Vershire.

Family member name: Morris Park Titus 
Lifetime: 1845-1900
Tree branch: Pearson
Relation: My 3rd great-uncle (My dad's dad's mom's mom's brother)

When Morris turned 18 in 1863, the War of the Rebellion was still going strong.  So he enlisted and began his military service as a Private in the 4th Vermont Infantry.

Just six months later, he was captured during a battle in Virginia and became a P.O.W.  He had just turned 19.  First he was held in Libby Prison, an infamous converted food warehouse that was used to imprison Union soldiers.  Huge rooms were overcrowded with men who did not receive medical attention or much food.  

Then he was sent to Andersonville Prison, GA.

**Warning: the following is not for sensitive hearts**

Andersonville was not a prison.  There are many words for it, but the word prison is usually connected with a building that includes cells and bars.  What a paradise prison would have been for those men!  No, Andersonville was an extermination camp in the United States.

Andersonville had two or three rows of tall stockade fences.  And that's it.  It was a pen. 

[Pause here to think of that.]

Inside the pen was the ground and the sky.  No shelter.  No facilities.  There was a small stream running down a hill.  The men would drink water from the top of the stream, and go to the bathroom at the lower stream.  It became a swamp of diarrhea.

The soldiers were starved.  When they had food, it was corn bread and some beans with maggots in it.  They prayed for sweet potatoes in order to possibly avoid scurvy, which most men contracted anyway.  It is a horrible disease.

Morris Park Titus arrived at the absolute worst time to arrive at Andersonville, end June of 1864.  The prisoner population was 26,000 men.  Some healthy men who arrived at that time died in two weeks or less.  Here is what they saw, taken from the diary of a soldier.

As we entered the place, a spectacle met our eyes that almost froze our blood with horror, and made our hearts fail within us. Before us were forms that had once been active and erect;—stalwart men, now nothing but mere walking skeletons, covered with filth and vermin. Many of our men, in the heat and intensity of their feeling, exclaimed with earnestness. "Can this be hell?" "God protect us!" and all thought that he alone could bring them out alive from so terrible a place. In the center of the whole was a swamp, occupying about three or four acres of the narrowed limits, and a part of this marshy place had been used by the prisoners as a sink (latrine), and excrement covered the ground, the scent arising from which was suffocating. The ground allotted to our ninety was near the edge of this plague-spot, and how we were to live through the warm summer weather in the midst of such fearful surroundings, was more than we cared to think of just then

In August, the Confederates started moving soldiers to other prisons.  The criteria for being moved was that you had to be able to walk out.  Those who could not walk out were left in the pen to die.  Even though he had been there less than six weeks, Morris could not walk out.  In September and October, 1 out of 3 and then 1 out of 2 men died respectively.  

[Pause here to think of that.]

But Morris was not a casualty.  Somehow he survived.  After only four months at Andersonville, he probably spent over a year in the hospital and the rest of his life undoubtedly with PTSD and chronic health problems.

He returned to beautiful Vershire.  Here is Morris on his wedding day just two years later.

When we visited Vershire in 2011, the kind town historian showed us a family history written by a Titus family member in 1930.  Here is the excerpt about Morris.  

From a family history book in Vershire, Vermont

Andersonville did not kill him.  But sadly Morris died on a Monday afternoon at age 55 when he fell on some ice.  Sigh... Vermont.

Married 63 years

Read all about it!  This newspaper article is about my great great great grandparents.  It was torn to pieces, and there are stains from completely dissolved 100 year-old Scotch tape.  My friend is a professional archivist and she kindly restored the fragile newspaper clipping for me.  I decided to transcribe it below for posterity's sake.  It's a genealogist's dream article.  It's also any family's dream article.  Enjoy.

Family member names: Mr. and Mrs. Simeon Bacon Titus
Tree branch: Pearson
Lifetimes: 1817-1903 and 1818-1903
Relation: My 3x great grandmother and grandfather (my dad's dad's mom's mom's parents)

The Cambridge Chronicle - January 11, 1902

I also have the original photo that was used in the article.  How cute are they??

HAVE BEEN MARRIED SIXTY-THREE YEARS.

Mr. and Mrs. Simeon B. Titus Begin Their Sixty-fourth Year of Wedded Life - Live with Their Daughter on Oxford Street.

   It is generally considered a matter worthy of comment when a couple celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary, and as a usual thing a great deal of attention is given to such an occasion.  But this week an aged couple residing in this city quietly celebrated an anniversary besides which a mere 50 years of wedded life seems insignificant.  Mr. and Mrs. Simeon B. Titus, both natives of Vermont, now living with their daughter, Mrs. Fanny T. Hazen, at 61 Oxford Street, are the couple and Monday they celebrated the completion of the 63d year during which they have been married.  

   Mr. Titus was born in Vershire, Vt., June 6, 1817, while his wife, was born in the adjoining town of West Fairlee May 14, 1816.  Until ten years ago Mr. Titus continued to reside on the farm on which he was born, and it was only at the age of 74 that he was induced to retire from work and come to live with his daughter.  He was one of 12 children, of whom all but he are now dead.  In his veins runs some of the patriotic blood of the sturdy New England farmers.  His grandfather, Lenox Titus, was one of those who aided in routing the British at the battle of Bennington, and thus indirectly contributed to the final defeat and surrender of Burgoyne's army of invaders at Saratoga.  Later he removed to Vershire where he was one of the pioneer settlers.  The farm on which Mr. Titus was born has been in the family 100 years.

   Mr. Titus's youth, and, indeed, his whole life, has been like many another New England farmer's life.  He attended the district school three months in winter, working on the farm during the rest of the time.  All his brothers and sisters went out into the world and to him as the youngest, it fell to remain at home and take care of the farm.  But if Mr. Titus himself did not go into the world or engage in the defense of his country during her wars, his sons evidently inherited the patriotic impulses of the family.  Of his six sons three entered the Civil war, all being under age at the time.  Two gave their lives in defense of the flag.  One, after suffering months in the prison pen at Andersonville, returned home a physical wreck.  Mrs. Fanny Titus Hazen, the eldest daughter, was a nurse in the Columbian College United States hospital, Washington in 1864-1865.  She is now president of the Army Nurse association of Massachusetts.

  Mrs. Titus, too, seems to have come from a family as patriotic as that of her husband, for her paternal grandfather, William Morris, was in the battle of Concord and Lexington [Note: This is unfortunately not true. He was sent as a soldier to Boston after those battles] and rose in the service until he became a first lieutenant.  Her mother was a Morse and was first cousin to the famous inventor of the Morse telegraph system, which has conferred untold benefits on the country and the world.  Of the 11 children of Mr. and Mrs. Titus, five are still living, four daughters and a son.  The son is Charles M. Titus, of Boston.  Of these, three were present at the celebration of the anniversary.

  Mr. Titus's age would seem to be in no way very remarkable for he comes from an exceptionally long lived family.  His mother lived to be 95 years old, while one of his brothers died at the age of 93.  A sister reached the age of 86 and all the others, with one or two exceptions, lived to a good old age.  He has a large number of descendants in various parts of the world, including several great grandchildren.  At the celebration Monday, which was private and quiet, the aged couple were made happy on this anniversary by the presence of three children, grand and great grandchildren - four generations.  

  Mr. and Mrs. Titus until within a few years attended the Epworth Methodist church at Harvard Square.  Mrs. Titus rarely goes out owing to a fall which she sustained some time ago and in which she injured her ankle so that she does not move around much.  Otherwise she is in perfect health.  About the same time her husband left off attendance, although he still preserves his interest and remains on the visiting list of the pastor.  He is in the best of health with all his faculties seemingly untouched by the advance of age and with the same enjoyment of life which he had fifty years ago.

The Burning of Falmouth

I recently learned that some family members were greatly affected during the Revolutionary War in what is called The Burning of Falmouth.  It occurred in Portland, Maine.

Family member name: William Pearson 
Lifetime: 1740-1776
Tree branch: Pearson
Relation: My 5x great grandfather

William Pearson moved to Falmouth (now called Portland, Maine) in 1762.  He married shortly thereafter and started raising a family which would include five children.  William is mentioned in the book History of Portland in a biographical note.

It says "William Pearson built a one-story house at the eastern end of Fore Street in 1775, and had just moved into it when it was consumed in Mowatt's attack, which swept off every house on that part of the street east of India street."

Local residents called the incident Mowatt's attack or Mowatt's bombardment.

Here is a modern-day map of Portland.  His house would have been around the site of the current Railroad Museum.  It is the first street from the water. This location would have been helpful for his work, since he was a caulker by trade.  A caulker used tar and hemp to make ships watertight.

Apparently those in Falmouth were quite the rebellious bunch. They taunted the British by stealing supplies and helping the cause down in Boston which was well underway since the battles of Lexington and Concord had occurred six months prior.  Unfortunately, they were also defenseless, which is a bad combination.

The British had had enough.  They sailed into Falmouth harbor on the morning of October 18, 1775 with Captain Henry Mowat in command.  A British lieutenant went ashore with an ultimatum: swear allegiance to King George or become cannon fodder.  Option number one was out of the question, so the townspeople evacuated.  The British mercifully gave them two hours to do so.

Multiple war vessels pummeled Falmouth with cannon balls and burning missiles for the rest of the day.  Most of the town was destroyed, about half of the residents became homeless, including my 5x great grandparents and my 4x great grandfather, their son Jonathan.

What a heartache!  Your brand new home is destroyed, your young family needs a place to live, your work is affected because most ships in the harbor were also destroyed.  I don't know how the family handled the situation.  However things got worse because William died less than 6 months later, not yet 37 years old.

Was William one of the "rebels"?  Was he one of the intended targets or was he an innocent victim?  Either way, the family's life got turned upside down during the Revolutionary War in a little-known event called The Burning of Falmouth.

Stock buckle

We were snowed in after a blizzard in Virginia.  My dad finds an old box from somewhere and we dig in to find family treasures galore.

What in the world is this? (Next to the pen.)

We had no clue.  Good thing it was inside a labeled envelope. 

"Silver stock buckle.  This stock buckle was made from Mexican silver dollars and worn by Jonathan Pearson, father of Isaac, therefore great-great grandfather of the Webber Quartette."

My grandpa Roger Pearson Webber was the eldest of the Webber Quartette.

Family member name: Jonathan Pearson 
Lifetime: 1766-1841
Tree branch: Pearson
Relation: My 4x great grandfather

Now we know who, but still, what is a stock buckle?  It's a buckle for a stock.  Duh.  When looking at paintings of men from the 1700s and early 1800s, it's common for them to be wearing a wrapped, folded white linen cloth around their necks.  It's the predecessor to the neck tie, and it's called a stock.  It was the most formal of neckwear.  The stock was wrapped around the neck and had tabs like buttonholes in the back where the stock was secured with a stock buckle.  A stock buckle was often silver and sometimes embellished with gems.  It was jewelry for men.

We don't know what Jonathan Pearson looked like, but here is a photograph of his son, Isaac, wearing a stock.  I like to think he's wearing his father's stock buckle.  I realize how rare it is to possess something that belonged to a great great great great grandfather.  I'm grateful.

Now, the question remains, where did a family in the early 1800s from Maine procure Mexican silver dollars in order to make this stock buckle?  The plot thickens.

Dowry or trousseau?

A 4x6 piece of 200-year-old paper outlines some "money and other things" belonging to my great great great grandmother.  It was found in an envelope labeled by her granddaughter "doubtless the dowry of Miriam Harris".

Family member name: Miriam Hall Harris Pearson 
Lifetime: 1807-1878
Tree branch: Pearson
Relation: 3x great grandmother

dow·ry

ˈdou(ə)rē/

noun

1. property or money brought by a bride to her husband on their marriage.

Dowries are not used much today. In India, dowries were officially outlawed in 1961, but sadly are still used as income for the groom's family. Obviously, they have the negative connotation that a woman is only worth the money she brings into a marriage.

trous·seau

ˌtro͞oˈsō,ˈtro͞oˌsō/

noun

1. the clothes, household linen, and other belongings collected by a bride for her marriage

Over time, the tradition of the dowry in the US first evolved into a trousseau or hope chest.  Sometimes a mom or grandma wanted to pass along some family heirlooms for use when her daughter is married, or the single maiden collects or sews handmade housewares for her future married self.  Those articles were added to the hope chest.   Today that tradition has evolved again into online bridal registries.

Miriam Hall Harris was born in 1807 in North Yarmouth, Maine, not far north of Portland.  She married my great great great grandpa Isaac Pearson, a young widower, in 1837. Since she was almost 30, she would have been considered an old maid by that time.  Research suggests that dowries were still in limited use in New England in the mid-1800s.

Dowry or trousseau?  Decide for yourself. (A transcribed version follows the pictures in case the handwriting is difficult to read.)

Memorandum of money and other things for Miriam Harris: Viz (definition: as follows)
Cash one hundred and twenty one dollars. $121.00
2 packed (?) Bed Quilts  16.00
2 Coverleads  9.00 (perhaps coverlet, meaning bedspread)
2 Bed Quilts  9.00
1 Bed Quilt 3.50
1 Bed Quilt 2.33
1 Counterpin 1.50 (definition: bedspread)
2 Bed puffs 3.00
4 pairs of bed blankets 20.50
2 table cloths 3.00
6 table cloths 8.64
2 table cloths 1.00
2 table cloths 2.25
2 Bowler (?) towels 1.20
6 hand towels 2 hand cloths 2.63
6 hand towels 1.50
6 hand towels 1.00
207.05

Memorandum for Miriam Harris continued
Cash Fifteen Dollars 15.00
1 Dineing table 5.00
1 Breakfast table 4.00
1 Light Stand 1.50
1 Bed Stid 5.00 (perhaps a bedstead, meaning a bed frame)
One Silver waist bukel 1.50 (perhaps a belt buckle?)
32.00
Brought over 207.05
$239.05

The only reason I would lean towards this indeed being a dowry is the fact that cash is included in the assets.  A trousseau would not have included cash.  Calculating for inflation, the $136 in 1830 would  be worth $3,515.00 as of 2018.  Not too shabby.  Go Miriam!  No wonder she held out and nabbed a hottie who later became a lawyer.

Here is my great great great grandma later in life.

Tree Branches

What is a branch of a family tree?

Is it the family line through my grandparents?  If so, each person would only have four tree branches.  And while this is technically a true statement, for this blog's purposes, I'm going to narrow it down a little further.

Going forward, when I reference a branch of my family tree, I'll be referring to the branch beginning with my (or Dru's) great-grandparents, as shown in the red box below.

Therefore, we each have eight branches.  Mine are: Webber, Pearson, Smith, Bromley, Boyle, Anderson, Sullivan and Goesch.

Meredith's Family Tree's branches

Dru's branches are: Hargreaves, Cottam, Jones, Newman, Kekos, Papoutsaki, Stevens and Papas.

Dru's Family Tree's branches

Each post will also be tagged with the tree branch so as to find information easily.  Hopefully this will add some clarification to what may be a bunch of random family stories and research findings.