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My tenth great-grandfather arrived early in Massachusetts, and settled in Malden to be a miller and an inn keeper.
Abraham HILL arrived in Malden, MA in the 1630’s, among the first settlers there. He first received Lot #59, and then bought more land on the south side of Salem St. Later, when some 5 acre lots were divided up, he received 2 1/2 acres.
According to the History of Malden, Robert LONGE, the father of Abraham’s wife, Sarah, was also one of the first in Malden and received 5 acres. Daniel SHEPHERDSON, whose ggranddaughter,Sarah PARKER m. Moses’ grandson, Moses HILL, was also a pioneer in Malden.
Thomas CALL, the other grandfather of Joanna CALL, was a tenant of the SKINNERS. The house stood at the corner of Cross and Walnut Sts.
The only other mention of Abraham in the Malden book is that he was one of nine signers of a petition asking for a four mile square of land called Pennycooke to be an addition to the town.
Abraham Hill, the first American HILL ancestor of this branch of the family, was born in 1615, and was an inhabitant of Charlcstown, Massachusetts, in 1636. He kept a mill for John Coitmore, and was the owner of five lots of land in Charlestown and the neighborhood. He was admitted to the church in 1659, and his wife,’ Sarah Long, daughter of Robert Long, born in England in 1617, was admitted to the church in 1644. Abraham and Sarah (Long) Hill were married in 1639, and had eight children : Ruth, baptized in 1640, married William Augur; Isaac. 1641; Abraham. 164.1: Zachary, whose sketch follows; Sarah, 1647; Sarah, born and died in 1649; Mary, 1052 : Jacob, March, 1656-57. Abraham Hill died February 13, 1669-70, and the inventory of his estate amounted to six hundred and thirty-three pounds.
is my 10th great grandfather
daughter of Abraham Hill
son of Ruth Hill
daughter of Abraham Eager
daughter of Lydia Eager
Joseph Morse III (1752 – 1835)
son of Mary Thomas
John Henry Morse (1775 – 1864)
son of Joseph Morse III
son of John Henry Morse
Daniel Rowland Morse (1838 – 1910)
son of Abner Morse
son of Daniel Rowland Morse
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
son of Jason A Morse
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Ernest Abner Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse
My 9th great-grandmother was a published poet. She was born in England and died in Massachusetts. Much is known about her because of her famous father and husband, but for a Pilgrim she was a feminist. Her poems were about cosmology and the elements. She was an intellectual in her own right. This is a good account from http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com:
Anne Bradstreet
Anne Bradstreet was born in 1612 to a nonconformist former soldier of Queen Elizabeth, Thomas Dudley, who managed the affairs of the Earl of Lincoln. In 1630 he sailed with his family for America with the Massachusetts Bay Company. Also sailing was his associate and son-in-law, Simon Bradstreet. At 25, he had married Anne Dudley, 16, his childhood sweetheart. Anne had been well tutored in literature and history in Greek, Latin, French, Hebrew, as well as English.The voyage on the “Arbella” with John Winthrop took three months and was quite difficult, with several people dying from the experience. Life was rough and cold, quite a change from the beautiful estate with its well-stocked library where Anne spent many hours. As Anne tells her children in her memoirs, “I found a new world and new manners at which my heart rose [up in protest.]”a. However, she did decide to join the church at Boston. As White writes, “instead of looking outward and writing her observations on this unfamiliar scene with its rough and fearsome aspects, she let her homesick imagination turn inward, marshalled the images from her store of learning and dressed them in careful homespun garments.”Historically, Anne’s identity is primarily linked to her prominent father and husband, both governors of Massachusetts who left portraits and numerous records. Though she appreciated their love and protection, “any woman who sought to use her wit, charm, or intelligence in the community at large found herself ridiculed, banished, or executed by the Colony’s powerful group of male leaders.”Her domain was to be domestic, separated from the linked affairs of church and state, even “deriving her ideas of God from the contemplations of her husband’s excellencies,” according to one document.This situation was surely made painfully clear to her in the fate of her friend Anne Hutchinson, also intelligent, educated, of a prosperous family and deeply religious. The mother of 14 children and a dynamic speaker, Hutchinson held prayer meetings where women debated religious and ethical ideas. Her belief that the Holy Spirit dwells within a justified person and so is not based on the good works necessary for admission to the church was considered heretical; she was labelled a Jezebel and banished, eventually slain in an Indian attack in New York. No wonder Bradstreet was not anxious to publish her poetry and especially kept her more personal works private.Bradstreet wrote epitaphs for both her mother and father which not only show her love for them but shows them as models of male and female behavior in the Puritan culture.An Epitaph on my dear and ever honoured mother, Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, Who deceased December 27, 1643, and of her age, 61Here lies/ A worthy matron of unspotted life,/ A loving mother and obedient wife,/ A friendly neighbor, pitiful to poor,/ Whom oft she fed, and clothed with her store;/ To servants wisely aweful, but yet kind,/ And as they did, so they reward did find:/ A true instructor of her family,/ The which she ordered with dexterity,/ The public meetings ever did frequent,/ And in her closest constant hours she spent;/ Religious in all her words and ways,/ Preparing still for death, till end of days:/ Of all her children, children lived to see,/ Then dying, left a blessed memory.Compare this with the epitaph she wrote for her father:Within this tomb a patriot lies/ That was both pious, just and wise,/ To truth a shield, to right a wall,/ To sectaries a whip and maul,/ A magazine of history,/ A prizer of good company/ In manners pleasant and severe/ The good him loved, the bad did fear,/ And when his time with years was spent/ In some rejoiced, more did lament./ 1653, age 77There is little evidence about Anne’s life in Massachusetts beyond that given in her poetry–no portrait, no grave marker (though there is a house in Ipswich, MA). She and her family moved several times, always to more remote frontier areas where Simon could accumulate more property and political power. They would have been quite vulnerable to Indian attack there; families of powerful Puritans were often singled out for kidnapping and ransom. Her poems tell us that she loved her husband deeply and missed him greatly when he left frequently on colony business to England and other settlements (he was a competent administrator and eventually governor). However, her feelings about him, as well as about her Puritan faith and her position as a woman in the Puritan community, seem complex and perhaps mixed. They had 8 children within about 10 years, all of whom survived childhood. She was frequently ill and anticipated dying, especially in childbirth, but she lived to be 60 years old.Anne seems to have written poetry primarily for herself, her family, and her friends, many of whom were very well educated. Her early, more imitative poetry, taken to England by her brother-in-law (possibly without her permission), appeared as The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America in 1650 when she was 38 and sold well in England. Her later works, not published in her lifetime although shared with friends and family, were more private and personal–and far more original– than those published in The Tenth Muse. Her love poetry, of course, falls in this group which in style and subject matter was unique for her time, strikingly different from the poetry written by male contemporaries, even those in Massachusetts such as Edward Taylor and Michael Wigglesworth.Although she may have seemed to some a strange aberration of womanhood at the time, she evidently took herself very seriously as an intellectual and a poet. She read widely in history, science, and literature, especially the works of Guillame du Bartas, studying her craft and gradually developing a confident poetic voice. Her “apologies” were very likely more a ironic than sincere, responding to those Puritans who felt women should be silent, modest, living in the private rather than the public sphere. She could be humorous with her “feminist” views, as in a poem on Queen Elizabeth I:Now say, have women worth, or have they noneOr had they some, but with our Queen is’t gone?Nay, masculines, you have taxed us long;But she, though dead, will vindicate our wrong.Let such as say our sex is void of reason,Know ’tis a slander now, but once was treason.One must remember that she was a Puritan, although she often doubted, questioning the power of the male hierarchy, even questioning God (or the harsh Puritan concept of a judgmental God). Her love of nature and the physical world, as well as the spiritual, often caused creative conflict in her poetry. Though she finds great hope in the future promises of religion, she also finds great pleasures in the realities of the present, especially of her family, her home and nature (though she realized that perhaps she should not, according to the Puritan perspective).Although few other American women were to publish poetry for the next 200 years, her poetry was generally ignored until “rediscovered” by feminists in the 20th century. These critics have found many significant artistic qualities in her work.
Anne Dudley (1612 – 1672)
is my 9th great grandmother
John Bradstreet (1652 – 1718)
son of Anne Dudley
Mercy Bradstreet (1689 – 1725)
daughter of John Bradstreet
Caleb Hazen (1720 – 1777)
son of Mercy Bradstreet
Mercy Hazen (1747 – 1819)
daughter of Caleb Hazen
Martha Mead (1784 – 1860)
daughter of Mercy Hazen
Abner Morse (1808 – 1838)
son of Martha Mead
Daniel Rowland Morse (1838 – 1910)
son of Abner Morse
Jason A Morse (1862 – 1932)
son of Daniel Rowland Morse
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
son of Jason A Morse
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Ernest Abner Morse
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse
Here is an example her work:
Part of the poem “Contemplations” said to be the finest of Anne Dudley Bradstreet’s poems:
“Sometimes now past in the autumnal tide,
When Phoebus wanted but hour to bed,
The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride,
Were gilded O’er by his rich golden head.
Their leaves and fruits seemed painted, but was true
of green, of red, of yellow, mixed hue,
Rapt were my senses at this delectable view
I wist not what to wish, yet sure, thought I
If so much excellence abide below,
How excellent is He that dwells on high,
Whose power and beauty by His works we know,
Sure He is goodness, wisdom, glory, light,
That hath this underworld so rightly sight,
More Heaven than Earth was her, no winter & no night.”
Ruta Graveolens is a medicinal and magical herb. It has meaning for the Pope as well as for Central American shamans. The herb of grace, as it is known, has been used for centuries to guard or protect entrances. The Catholic church uses the plant rue to sprinkle holy water. Shamans use it for bathing and ceremony. Bathing with it can be especially effective as a liberation. It is mentioned in the Bible, in Shakespeare, and in Ethiopian cooking. The smell is pungent and bitter, the flowers yellow and bright. I use this plant to guard the back entrance of my garden. It is spreading and doing an excellent job of keeping things safe.
Today is National Haiku Poetry Day.
Daylight springs
Scent travels fast
Morning blast
If you have not written poetry this may be the day it is easy to become a poet. Try your hand. You have nothing to loose. Nobody can make you publish it. Pay attention. Be amazed. Tell the story.
Taste with your eyes, smell with your feet.
Take in the story with all our might
While there is color, while there is light.
Dreamtime reorders sensuality
In living color.
Life blooms before our eyes daily.
The colors saturate the background of our set.
Our bodies also color the landscape, and change it.
We paint our story in a range of colors we have learned from nature.
Flowers speak volumes, directly to our emotions.
Although I love this family from Ireland, alas, Roger has helped me see that the last reliable information in this tree belongs to Mary Wright of Somerset, PA, so this is NOT my ancestor. I am leaving the post for those seeking John and what I have found about him..but I have to kiss him goodbye.
John McGalliard was a teacher who was trained as a minister in Ireland. He settled in New Jersey about 1750, and survived for 17 years in the new world. His son was a tailor who took off for Ohio and became a postmaster. Ohio was extreme wilderness at the time. These Irish came to America long before the potato famine to seek a new adventure in New Jersey. What inspired them we will never know.
John, Sr. McGalliard (1710 – 1767)
New this year at the Tucson Botanical Gardens is a collaboration with the U of A Poetry Center, bringing poetry to the gardens. I attended the class next to the iris garden yesterday and was surprised at the depth and education they packed into the experience. We learned about the Poetry Center’s history and the very good luck we have to live in a city with a center such as this. We learned about the botanical gardens and the history and meaning of the iris plant. An enthusiastic docent from the Tucson Botanical Gardens opened the readings with a poem of her own about iris and the field of everyday glory we can find in nature. We then read together a selection of poems, all in some way referring to the iris. Our favorite reader was dressed like an iris and has a British accent that enhanced her interpretation. It was an exceptional experience on all levels for me. I enjoyed the crowd, and had time after the class to get some technical growing advise from the lady who represented the Iris Society. Poetry and gardens do go together very well. Next month the group will meet by the cactus garden….a thorny subject. I am encouraged to use my poetic voice more often, and listen for stunning stories to tell.
The Monument to Sir Thomas Forster A.D. 161 shows him in his judge’s robes, is a perfect example of the period with fine contemporary wrought-iron railings. He was born in 1548 and joined the Inner Temple in 1571 and was made Sergeant before Elizabeth’s death in 1603. He was knighted ii 1604 and appointed Judge of Common Pleas in 1607. Sir Thomas was one of the first Governors of Charterhouse and was counsel to Queen Ann and Prince Henry. He died on May 18th, 1612 at Clerkenwell and was buried in Hunsdon on May 20th, 1612.
Sir Thomas Forster (1548 – 1612)
F orsters continued to serve the Kings of England. Sir Richard Forster fought in the Hundred Years’War against France with King Edward III at Bordeaux and Crecy. Richard participated in the Battle ofPoictiers in 1356 and was knighted for his part in the battle.Sir Richard’s son, William, was born about 1355 and married Elizabeth De Orde about 1400 inBuckton, Northumberland, England. William was knighted for service to King Henry V and served asa General in the battle against France.Their son Thomas Forster married Joan De Elmerdon about 1430. Thomas and Joan’s son, alsonamed Thomas Forster, married Elizabeth Featherstone of Stanhope Hall, Durham, England. Theyhad Roger Forster, although records show that he spelled the name Foster rather than Forster.Roger Foster married Joan Hussey in 1540.
A Genealogy of the Descendants of Roger Foster of Edreston, Northumberlandwas compiled by Alkman Henryson Foster-Barham and published in London in 1897. Roger was 17 when he fled from Northumberland, as explained in a letter from Sir John Forster of Bamburgh, dated 17 April 1590. The letter below was written by Sir John to Roger Foster’s grandson, Thomas Foster of Hunsdon.
” Dear Cousin, After right hearty commendations unto you, ye shall understand I have received yourletter wherein you desire to know of your pedigree. Your grandfather, as ye havelearned, was descended out of the house of Etherstone – whether he was the elder,second, or third, or fourth brother – and fled the country of Northumberland. I assure you I can truly satisfy you therein. Your grandfather, called Roger Foster,was my great uncle. His father was called Thomas Forster and his mother’s namewas Featherstonehaugh. His eldest son was called Thomas Forster, my greatgrandfather. It happened that four of the said brethren had been at a-hunting and were ridinghomeward through a town called Newham. They and a company of Scottish Kerrs fellout and there began bloodshed and feuds which continued until there was but oneKerr living. During this time my grandfather and yours and another brother of theirs calledNicholas Forster (mine being twenty years old, yours 17 years, and Nicholas, a childof 14) being a-hunting – were waited upon by one of the Kerrs and two of theiralliance called Too and King. They set upon the three brothers and were thought tohave slain them at a place near Branton where a cross still stands.Two were slain there and Kerr fled. After the slaughter my grandfather fled toRidsdale in the county because he was safe there and yours fled to southern parts.” At my house near Alnwick, 17th April 1590, your loving cousin,John Forster.”
Roger Foster’s son was Thomas Foster (1515-1599) of Hunsdon, Hertfordshire, England, whomarried Margaret Browning (1520-1599). Thomas and Margaret had a son who was also named Thomas Foster (1548-1612), who married Susannah Forster(1555-1625).
I: And the crown? Solve the riddle of the crown for me!”
Soul Bird: “The crown and serpent are opposites, and are one. Did you not see the serpent that crowned the head of the crucified?”
I: “What, I don’t understand you.”
Soul Bird: “What words did the crown bring you?
“Love never ends”-that is the mystery of the crown and the serpent.” ~Carl Jung; Red Book.
Carl Jung was the son of a reform minister who grappled with his own religion throughout his life. He had high aspirations and did some deep Dante style soul searching. His final spiritual expression was the Red Book, published after his death. In it he links symbols to deeper meaning. He was a student not only of mythology and history, but also of the ancient sciences. He studied the astrologers and the work of the alchemists to find clues to the collective consciousness as it has passed down through history. He was interested in Kundalini, the serpent coiled at the base of the energetic spine.
During the time of Christ the GrecoRoman god of healing Aesculapius was still popular. Cures and diagnosis in the cult of this demi god involved dreams and dream healing. His symbol, and indeed his assistants in healing temples, were the snakes. They were deemed to be powerful psychics. The symbol of the snake as natural healer was traded for the image of snake, the temptation of Eve, which got everyone thrown out of the Garden of Eden, reptiles included. We are not sure who lives there now..
If you have dreams of crowns or serpents, pay special attention. Something may be attempting rebirth within your soul.