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Roger Sir Knight Wentworth, 16th Great Grandfather

January 12, 2014



My 16th great grandfather was the Sheriff of Essex at a very tricky time in history.  I recently watched “the Tudors” on PBS.  Those people were very wild.  If Knight Wentworth was hanging out with Queen Katherine and the Emperor Charles he was close to Henry VIII, and we know how dangerous that could be.  I had another ancestor who also attended the Cloth of Gold, but as a chaplain.  I wonder if they knew each other. Sir Roger was:

Knight, of Cobham Hall, Wethersfield, and Gosfield, Essex, jure uxoris, Sheriff of Essex and Hertfordshire.  Accompanied Queen Katherine at the Field of the Cloth of Gold in 1520; accompanied King Henry VIII to a meeting with Emperor Charles V at Canterbury in 1522.

Roger “Sir Knight””Sheriff of Essex” Wentworth (1460 – 1539)
is my 16th great grandfather
Margaret Wentworth (1492 – 1532)
daughter of Roger “Sir Knight””Sheriff of Essex” Wentworth
Isabell Harvey (1510 – 1594)
daughter of Margaret Wentworth
Edward Radcliffe (1535 – 1643)
son of Isabell Harvey
Lady Eleanor Elizabeth Radcliffe (Whitebread) (1550 – 1628)
daughter of Edward Radcliffe
Elizabeth Whitbread (1538 – 1599)
daughter of Lady Eleanor Elizabeth Radcliffe (Whitebread)
Thomas Spencer (1571 – 1631)
son of Elizabeth Whitbread
Thomas Spencer (1596 – 1681)
son of Thomas Spencer
Margaret SPENCER (1633 – 1670)
daughter of Thomas Spencer
Moses Goodwin (1660 – 1726)
son of Margaret SPENCER
Martha Goodwin (1693 – 1769)
daughter of Moses Goodwin
Grace Raiford (1725 – 1778)
daughter of Martha Goodwin
Sarah Hirons (1751 – 1817)
daughter of Grace Raiford
John Nimrod Taylor (1770 – 1816)
son of Sarah Hirons
John Samuel Taylor (1798 – 1873)
son of John Nimrod Taylor
William Ellison Taylor (1839 – 1918)
son of John Samuel Taylor
George Harvey Taylor (1884 – 1941)
son of William Ellison Taylor
Ruby Lee Taylor (1922 – 2008)
daughter of George Harvey Taylor
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Ruby Lee Taylor

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Pamela- I have descent from Roger’s sister Marjory as follows:

Marjory Wentworth (1453 – 1540)

is your 13th great grandmother

Anne Walgrave (1495 – 1530)

daughter of Marjory Wentworth

Thomas Hunt (1530 – 1606)

son of Anne Walgrave

Robert Hunt (1565 – 1616)

son of Thomas Hunt

William Hunt (1604 – 1667)

son of Robert Hunt

Ann Hunt (1635 – 1714)

daughter of William Hunt

John Wood (1656 – 1735)

son of Ann Hunt

Bethia Wood (1702 – 1769)

daughter of John Wood

Jabez Bingham (1724 – 1784)

son of Bethia Wood

Achsah Bingham (1760 – 1832)

daughter of Jabez Bingham

Gustavus Adelphus Everts (1797 – 1884)

son of Achsah Bingham

Eliza Ann Everts (1830 – 1894)

daughter of Gustavus Adelphus Everts

Octavia Abigail Hendricks (1865 – 1961)

daughter of Eliza Ann Everts

Walter Root Bennett (1886 – 1935)

son of Octavia Abigail Hendricks

Ethel Bennett (1917 – 2013)

daughter of Walter Root Bennett

Frederick Edward Rehfeldt

You are the son of Ethel Bennett –


frederick (rick) rehfeldt

January 13, 2014

New branch entwined…I wonder how many ways we are going to find..



January 13, 2014

Pamela- Very poetic! Your poetic touch reminds me of my favorite poem. Here it is with a comment I found added at the end. Rick

‘A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.’
And the camels galled, sorefooted, refractory,
Lying down in the melting snow.
There were times we regretted
The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,
And the silken girls bringing sherbet.
Then the camel men cursing and grumbling
and running away, and wanting their liquor and women,
And the night-fires going out, and the lack of shelters,
And the cities hostile and the towns unfriendly
And the villages dirty and charging high prices:
A hard time we had of it.
At the end we preferred to travel all night,
Sleeping in snatches,
With the voices singing in our ears, saying
That this was all folly.

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kiking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arriving at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you might say) satisfactory.

All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly
We had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death,
But had thought they were different; this Birth was
Hard and bitter agony for us, like Death, our death.
We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
I should be glad of another death. TS Eliot
Eliot was a lover of imagery. He was very depressed at a stage in his life. Catholic faith gave him re-affirmation of life. Here he is not only talking about the sacred journey of seeing the birth of Christ, but a closer, inner journey within all who search for something. This makes the poem a universality. I shall make a small note on the imagery for closer reference. That is the text-book part of it. The evocative deeper thread is that of – death of an old manifestation, birth of new world. Death of the old testament..Birth of the new one. Death of old inhibitions. Birth of the new one. This journey of search within each one of us cannot be understood by others. That is the tone of the poem. With an alien people clutching their gods. Death of paganism and birth of the new religion. Now re-read this poem. Sam


frederick (rick) rehfeldt

January 13, 2014

The birth and rebirth are big themes at winter time..This is a rich and morally loaded piece of work. The birth death theme is obviously a big one for the family tree maker because without survival of those who were born…the tree ends..So I often wonder how there but for fortune mine would have ended…fortune and rebirth are the stuff of all gods, alien and true.



January 14, 2014

You are right. I probably should have labeled it as my favorite poem at Christmas time.


frederick (rick) rehfeldt

January 14, 2014

Tee hee, more of your amazing family! I wonder how wild the people really were and how much of programmes like ‘the Tudors’ is for TV. The main thing that gets lost on TV is a sense of time – wars and disputes lasted for tens of years, yet we see them as short, bloody battles


January 17, 2014

VERY interesting post.. I love your personal history


Stevie Wilson

January 19, 2014

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