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Lydia Peabody, 9th Great-Grandmother
August 19, 2015
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Peabody coat of arms
My 9th great-grandmother was born in New Hampshire and died in Massachusetts. My 9th great-grandfather died young, and Lydia remarried.
Lydia Peabody Howlett: Birth: Aug. 30, 1640 Hampton Rockingham County New Hampshire, USA Death: Apr. 30, 1715 Boxford Essex County Massachusetts, USA d/o Francis Peabody / Lydia Perkins bapt Hampton, Rockingham Co., NH A member of the church at Rowley and by a letter of dismission was admitted to the Boxford church 21 Feb 1702/03 – by her father’s will she received five pounds besides what she had already had. m [1] 1662 Essex Co., MA Thomas Howlett [Jr.] They had 2 children – Mary m Lt. Thomas Hazen, Lydia m
[2] 8 Jul 1667 Essex Co., MA Thomas Perley They had 6 known children – Thomas m Sarah Osgood; Lt. Jacob m 3X; Lydia; Hepzibah [Hephzibah] b/d 1694/1695 Boxford ; Mary; Sarah ca1675 – 1769 ref: MA Boxford VR Topsfield Historical Society Lydia died 30 Apr 1715 Boxford, Essex Co., MA – The Peabody Gen. by Selim Hobart Peabody 1909; Essex Probate Court Record; New England Marriages Prior to 1700 C.A. Torrey Family links: Parents: Lydia Perkins Peabody (1617 – 1649) Spouses: Thomas Howlett (1637 – 1667) Thomas Perley (1641 – 1709) Sibling: Lydia Peabody Perley (1640 – 1715) Isaac Peabody (1648 – 1727) Burial: Mount Vernon Cemetery Boxford Essex County Massachusetts, USA Created by: BluMoKitty Record added: Sep 04, 2013 Find A Grave Memorial# 116523513
Lydia Peabody (1640 – 1715)
is my 9th great grandmother
Mary Howlett (1664 – 1727)
daughter of Lydia Peabody
John Hazen (1687 – 1772)
son of Mary Howlett
Caleb Hazen (1720 – 1777)
son of John Hazen
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
Goody Cole was a local “character” in Hampton who ran afoul Francis’ wife Lydia and another neighbor, Sarah Perkin. She was later apparently tried for witchcraft though she was not convicted.
Nov 4 1645: in the oldest book of records of Ipswich court, entry reads “Eunice Cole to sit in the stocks at Hampton and to make acknowledgement of her slanderous speeches concerning Susan Parkings and Lidia Pebodye and to pay to the witness Isaac perkins 7d and the feas of the court.” [Ref: PeabodySH PEABODY p8] 1645: Eunice Cole publicly acknowledges her slanderous speeches against Susan Perkins and Lydia Peabody. That these two were connected seems possible [Ref: Noyes PEABODY Francis] Mar 4 1649/50: Seating at the Meeting House, assigned Second seat on east end of the south side, as “Goody Pebody” [Ref: Noyes PEABODY Francis] Her surname appears as PERKINS in various Internet sources (most noteably the LDS Ancestral File), daughter of Isaac PERKINS who was their neighbor in Hampton, but no confirmation found
Mount Vernon Cemetery, Boxford, Essex, Massachusetts
What Are Missions on Empire Avenue?
August 18, 2015
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My Empire Avenue Profile
The stock trading game Empire Avenue is a daily activity for me. I enjoy meeting people from around the world and connecting for all kinds of reasons. I have friends on the Avenue that represent many different viewpoints, ethnicities, nationalities, and philosophies. I may have met them as investments, but now I appreciate their support and camaraderie in the social networks. For me, Empire Avenue can be a clearing house for new contacts. I buy a few shares, check out the profiles and content the individual promotes, and often find friendship and mutual interests. I don’t look at the game as a platform to promote my business interests, but I support many players who do. The mission system is a great way to meet, promote, and discover new players and content.
What is a mission on Empire Avenue? It is a contract between players. An offer of EAVs (the funny money that fuels the Empire stock market) is made in return for a visit to a website, tweet, blog, or any other digital destination. By accepting the mission and the payment a player indicates an interest in the subject, but there is no requirement to endorse, retweet, like, or comment on a mission. In other words, the mission completion is an honor system. Like all systems of this kind, some take advantage by running off with the fake bucks without visiting the content. In the game we can see when other players do this. It can be a mistake, but if a player rips off missions frequently everyone becomes aware of it. It is permitted to block a player in the game if such behavior is discovered. I have not blocked any players, but I have sold my shares in a few.
If you are active in social media, have an interest in international concerns, and like to make new contacts, Empire Avenue might be fun for you. There is no fee for playing. Your imaginary wealth from the EAVs grows with daily dividends from your portfolio of players. The value of the contacts, the content, and the sharing is something that each individual must judge for themselves. The time I spend both creating and completing missions on Empire Avenue is well rewarded. If you decide to play, gentle reader, let me know and I will buy your shares and run a mission to help you get started.
Rev. Simon Bradstreet, 10th Great-Grandfather
August 15, 2015
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Rev. Simon Bradstreet
My 10th great-grandfather was a well educated and rebellious Puritan vicar in England. His son Simon and daughter-in-law Ann Dudley would carry his Puritan streak all the way to America.
Simon Bradstreet was on of the first Fellows of Emanuel College, Cambridge University, England and Vicar of Horbling Lincolnshire from 1596 to 1621.
Simon Bradstreet (1580 – 1621)
is my 10th great grandfather
Governor Simon Bradstreet (1604 – 1697)
son of Simon Bradstreet
John Bradstreet (1652 – 1718)
son of Governor Simon Bradstreet
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
He may have left England for Holland as the “Great Migration” moved toward America, but this information is unproven:
From “History of Newfield” page 447. He was a non-conformist minister in Lincolnshire, England, and Middelburg, Holland; married and died about 1617.
His death date is probably 1620-21, and some believe he died in England.
Mortality Mystery
August 13, 2015
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Artemisia
To care for anyone at the end of life is a privilege and an honor. Not all people are in the circumstances to allow them to devote time to caring for family members. I cared for my parents when they had end of life issues. My brother lived far away and had a demanding job. He had no extra time or energy for our parents, and I did. The direct experience I gained by taking care of their health, assets, and welfare has given me insight into mortality. I was close to them as they passed into the next realm of existence. I felt the change as they slipped into that permanent state beyond life. They became a kind of distilled essence of all they thought, all they loved, and all they did. Their presence is still felt on earth, but their physical bodies have ceased to function. They are spirits.
Yesterday we said good bye to the earthly physical life of our beautiful coon hound, Artemisia. She was a wonderful, funny, friendly, loyal dog for almost 13 years. She had reached the end of her physical limits, but needed help to make her exit. She was at home for her vet-assisted end of life. Although our sorrow and loss are devastating now it was good to be with her and love her while she departed. Our home feels and sounds empty without the sweet howling welcome when we come home. This mourning will take time. To be alive without my hound today is very hard. Her spirit is teaching me to be grateful for all we shared, no regrets. She does not regret any of her time with us, and wishes us a happy life. I can feel her love as a permanent support and protection. She knows my love for her can never fade. She is unlocking mortality’s secret code for me.
She was cremated today and scattered under trees at the pet cemetery. Now she is a couple miles down the road to the east, and her grandparents are buried a couple of miles to the west of our home. She was close to her grandma, and acted as her therapy dog. I feel sure they are together now in some way. The gift in caregiving is understanding. The task of helping someone die well can be draining and frightening. There is nothing easy about it. The rewards are lasting and meaningful. I know this will come in handy when the time comes for me to die. My loyal hound will be there to guide my way.
Healthy Aging for Women, an Infographic via @UF #WomensHealth
August 11, 2015
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Basics of better aging for women
Summer Sun and Skin Safety
August 10, 2015
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reflection in my pool
Summer ends with monsoon season here in Tucson. The humidity builds and storms bless the desert with rain in July and August. September can go either way, but normally it is dry, and just a little cooler. I do love our hot weather and spend time chilling in the pool to stay cool. I wear protective clothing, hats and sunscreen when I am outdoors. Recently my dermatology exam revealed a couple of spots worth of further testing. I had two biopsies taken, one from my shoulder, and another from my forehead. The results have not yet returned, but the physician’s assistant was certain that I am heading for surgery soon for both of them. This is the first year I am glad to see the hours of sunlight receding.
I am freaked out by the idea of cancer growing my skin, but am very happy that I can take care of them now before they become serious. A friend from the beach in California had a similar experience recently, but her medical doctor had to be convinced to examine her spots more carefully. She had to ask for a second opinion, and then was correctly diagnosed. (scary) Dermatologists can recognize the potential problems based on their extensive experience and training. The dot that will be removed from my forehead is practically invisible. It shows itself as a tiny red blotch, no roughness. The spot on my shoulder is a little rough to the touch, but I did not suspect it was cancer. Neither of these seemed like anything to me.
You may guess where this story is going, gentle reader. Sunscreen and hats are no guarantee against damage. We do owe it to our skin to be careful with exposure and use products to guard against damage, but the best defense is regular consultation with your dermatologist. With the expertise they possess and the techniques available now your outcome is likely to be good if you stay on top of your visits and exams. I am lucky my doctor, Dr Hu, at Specialists in Dermatology is located very near my home. I have spoken to a friend who had mohs surgery from Dr Hu for a spot on her nose. She is very grateful also to have nipped it in the bud. In both of our cases the early diagnosis when few apparent signs of danger were obvious to the untrained eye has made a big difference. No matter where you live, plan to visit the dermatology office on a regular basis. The face you save may be your own.
Tucson Sun
Learning from Mistakes, Genealogy
August 6, 2015
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Pam and the Fam on the farm
I study my ancestry and family history. This fascinating subject consumes as much of my time as I allot to it. I have spent six years on Ancestry.com working on my tree. I am more skeptical now than I was in the beginning because I have been burned by specious data. It is painful to discover an error in one’s research, yet it is better to know sooner than later. I once had a magical surprise experience in Rhode Island at a very special private family home from the 1600’s. I was treated to a tour of the home and grounds since I announced that I was a Carr descendent. I was given instructions to find the family graves by my long-lost “cousin” who still lives on the property. I was in heaven. It turns out I was also delusional about my connection to that family because I had made a mistake a couple of generations earlier in my research. I discovered this error after I had returned home from my trip, and had to laugh about it. I also had to start again to retrace the lineage. That correction was easy because I had some good documentation to verify the facts. Other problems I have discovered or had pointed out to me have left me with a dead-end when I removed the phantom limb.
The odd phantom feeling after chopping off limbs and branches is caused my the attachment formed while studying them. There are several very common names in my tree including Scott. When I began my sturdy I started with notes written by my maternal great-grandmother about her knowledge of the family. She stated that my 2nd great-grandfather, Thomas Scott, was a soldier in the Union army during the Civil War. Even though we know his full name, Thomas Ewing Scott, born in 1842 in Ohio, I can find no decisive record of his military service. There are too many Thomas Scotts from Ohio for me to be sure. My maternal 2nd great-grandfather was, indeed, a soldier for the Confederacy. I am positive about that because I have a copy of his service record as well as his Confederate pension application that he made late in his life in Texas. After his death his wife also applied for a pension as a surviving spouse. I have her application documenting her husband’s service also.
If you find written documents of a private source they may or may not be accurate. Only when you can back up your story with official documents do you have a solid case. I have learned the hard way to verify all the connections fully before jumping back to another generation. There are many trees on the Ancestry.com site that have unverified connections. Copying the work of others without making sure of it can lead to bigger and longer errors. This is not even as safe as the cold war when we trusted by verified. Don’t trust until you verify. This practice may save you many hours of wasted time. After I have recovered from the vexation of discovering I had been wrong I still had certain affection for those people who turned out not to be related to me. My philosophy now is that I learned about history while I was out on the wrong limbs, and I have never claimed to be a professional genealogist. I am more of a time traveller. Do you know any of your family history, gentle reader? How did you learn about it?
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- Carr fam cemetery
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- Carr plaque
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- Carr home
Fitbit Addicted
August 1, 2015
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Fitbit monitor
My iPod touch has suddenly lost its mind and ability to function. This might not be a big deal but when it crashed it took with it my ability to sync my Fitbit. This turns out to be a much bigger freak out than I could have imagined. I have reset and attempted to sync it with my other devices but it refuses to operate. I am unable to count my steps/miles/calories since early this morning. I had no idea how addicted I have become to knowing how far I have gone at what time during the day. I dance or walk 5 miles in the morning and then put in between 3-4 more miles during the course of the day. I love watching my little graphs and numbers move as I do. I might be completely obsessed with these graphs, truth be told. This temporary interruption of technical feedback shows me I need to back off the addictive qualities and enjoy the fun aspects of the Fitbit a little bit more. Long ago in a land far away I had exercise anorexia. I hardly suffer from that problem now, but this is reminder to keep my attention on what is important..healthy fun.
I have found a place in Austin that will repair my iPod at a reasonable price, but since this death happened on Saturday it seems I will need to wait until Monday to communicate with the repair shop and ship the device to them. I have done this before with an ancient iPod with success. I believe a battery replacement will get me back to normal quickly. If not ,I can consider repairs and costs they will present to me after a diagnosis. All in all it will be simple for me to get my favorite device back in order. I have an iPhone and 2 iPads, so I am not really suffering without connection. I have all my internet powers EXCEPT my sync for the Fitbit. I hate to admit how seriously I love those graphs and numbers on the Fitbit. I have reset the Fitbit several times, but this is not working.
In order to embrace how helpful it is to have the graphs as well as how the graphs only represent reality, I need to chill in this situation. I can move and dance to my heart’s content even if the Fitbit is not reporting my good deeds back to me. The feedback has been helpful, especially the information I have gained on my sleep patterns. The tool is only a tool, however. Reality is the important aspect of my fitness program, not how self competitive I can become with my Fitbit. This short break might bring me to a happier medium, but when I can once again sync I know I will be very happy. Do you have a movement monitor, gentle reader? I highly recommend the systems. Just be careful you don’t get too crazy about your numbers as I have. The numbers matter less than the reality.
Blue Moon July 31, 2015
July 29, 2015
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Blue moon adventure
The Blue Moon occurs on Friday, 31 July 2015, 06:42 (second Full Moon in single calendar month). Now is the time to set your intentions towards what you desire. The perfect time to plant whatever it is that you want to reap
It is a moon shrouded in mystery, magic and folklore, perhaps because it only appears once every 2.7 years. The very term “blue moon” is over 400 years old when Shakespeare first wrote the words “blue moon” to mean rare or absurd. The rarity of a full moon appearing twice in one month, or a third full moon appearing in an astronomical season with four full moons versus the normal three, must have inspired the great playwright to coin the term.
The term ‘once in a blue Moon’ means that that something is very rare. But just how rare, depends on your definition.
In astronomy, a Blue Moon…
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Blue Moon Opportunity
July 28, 2015
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This July, 2015 is full of unusual astrological events. The most obvious is the blue moon in Aquarius on 31 July at the end of this week. This second full moon in a month is rare, and will not occur again until January, 2018. In astrology terms, the sky is full of aspects, squares and retrograde planets that do not bode well for relationships and power struggles.
Full moon is a time of plenty, a time to reap and be grateful. As tides swell and retreat, the moon (from our point of view) grows large until it is directly opposite the sun at full moon, and then it diminishes in size. Since ancient times farmers have followed the moon’s phases to find the right times to plant or harvest, feed, or weed the crops. The new moon begins a cycle which comes to fullness about 2 weeks later when it reaches fullness. Each new moon I make a mental and physical sweep of my space, clearing and cleaning. I have learned that for me this important step makes clear a new beginning. Projects that have been abandoned can be refreshed on the new moon. Obvious excess, including commitments that don’t benefit me, are examined for possible removal at the new moon. It reminds me of soil preparation and planting seeds. During the time between new and full your enthusiasm and efforts must continue to nurture the new project or you will arrive at the full moon with little to show. A continuum of careful execution must be carried out with mindful purpose in order to attain the goal, or the harvest we desire. Each new moon is a chance to start anew. Each full moon is a time to count our blessings and feel our successes.
This special blue moon seems to me an excellent time to examine life goals, large and small. Relationships from the past may be haunting the present. This week my meditation is about cleaning up and forgiving in order to move into the future with ease. This task is simple, but it always needs to be repeated, at least in my life. I wish all my gentle readers a joyous and adventurous blue moon.
Full Moon
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