found on FamilySearch.org (contributed by bobbysworld 15 February 2018)
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...seems to come from personal letters written by their great-grandson, Thomas Davidson Gillham, of Oglethorpe County, Georgia, between 1882 and 1896 to his cousin, Georgia Lusk, of Edwardsville, Illinois, which I had in my possession after Cousin Georgie's death and later gave Louise Travous. The letters contained much valuable information.
The children of Ezekiel and Sarah Gillham were: (1) Jacob Clemons Gillham, born about 1758, moved to western Tennessee; (2) Charles Gillham, born 1760, married in 1785(10) in Georgia, Jan Finley, daughter of John Finley, and moved to the Goshen Settlement, Madison County, Illinois, 1803; (3) Mary Gillham (Polly), born 1762, married in Georgia, Thomas Good and moved to Madison County, Illinois, 1803; (4) Margaret Gillham (Peggy), born 1764, married in Georgia, Bryant Mooney, to Illinois 1803; (5) Ruth Gillham, born 1766; married Edmund Griffin in Georgia, after the death of her sister; (6) Nancy Gillham, born 1768, married Edmund Griffin, had two children, and died early; (7) Edith Gillham, born 1770, married ______ Lay, moved to Tennessee; (8) Thomas Gilham, born about 1772, married Martha Milligan, and was the grandfather of Thomas Lusk, stayed in Oglethorpe County, Georgia; (9) Ezekiel Johnson Gillham, born about 1774, married, ____________, remained in Georgia. (11)
Further information from the DAR papers of Emma Gillham Miller includes the following: Charles Gillham, (above) was born 1760, died 1842, married Jane Finley, born 1762, died after 1854, married 1785. Their son, Thomas Cunningham Gillham...Nothing
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References: (10) DAR papers of Emma Gillham Miller #138363, Bedford, Iowa, deceased, for dates for Ezekiel and Charles Gillham, his son.
(11) DAR application of Emma Gillham Miller, #138363 based on the service in the Revolution of Ezekiel Gillham of Oglethorpe County, GA.
(another page began) ...don't know who has the Bible. Uncle Jacob Gillham, Grandpa's brother, moved to the western part of Tennessee. Edith Lay moved to the same state, Lincoln County, and died there in 1810, about 80 years old. Ezekiel, the youngest of Grandpa's brothers, lived and died here. His oldest son, Robert, moved to the west part of this state (Georgia), and I think is still living, or was a few years ago."
Nancy, daughter of Ezekiel and Sarah Clemons Gillham, is said to have married Edmund Griffin in Georgia, and died early leaving two small children; and there is one story that Ruth had come to Madison County in 1803 with Charles, Mary and Margaret, but returned to Georgia when Nancy died to take care of her children, and married Edmund Griffin as his second wife; and it may be that he was her second husband, as an early marriage license was issued to a Ruth Gillham in Madison County; nothing further is known of her.
Thomas Davidson Gilham said: "Thomas Gillham, my grandpa, married Martha Milligan. Their children were Ezekiel, married Nancy Andrews; Moses Gillham died unmarried; Mary Gillham, married William Richards; Sarah Gillham, married Abner Wise; Thomas Davison Gillham (uncle of the writer) died unmarried, Jacob Clemons Gillham, married Nancy Norton; William Gampbell Gillham, married Isabella McRee, my parents; Martha Gillham, died unmarried." He lists the children of his parents, William Campbell and Isabella McRee Gillham as John M. Gillham, Thomas D. Gillham (himself), Martha J. Gillham, Benjamin F. Gillham, and Mary A. Gillham, "all dead except the writer, and he an old bachelor." He added that his brother Benjamin was killed at Gettysburg in his 28th year, and he himself was wounded four times, and lost his right arm. He and Benjamin were both Lieutenants in Company H, Eighth Georgia Volunteer Cavalry, in the Civil War. (13)
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References: (13) Letters of Thomas Davidson Gilham, Lexington, Georgia, to Georgia Lusk.
Friday, March 2, 2018
Thursday, March 1, 2018
ANE JENSDATTER (HANSEN) 1813-1862
Letter written by son-in-law, Frederik Sorensen Christensen staes that she and her other daughter, Karen's sister, died on the plains outside of Omaha, Nebraska, while traveling in the Van Cott/Lindquist company to Salt Lake City with them, and both were buried on a rocky knoll on the plains.
Modified
26 August 2013 by SaraTrivedi1
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
BICKMORE REMEMBRANCES
SCHOW REMEMBRANCES
The following letters were written in September and October 1991 by the children of Ira Michael and Mary Elizabeth Bickmore Schow. These letters are part of a round-robin which was begun more than a year before.
From Norma Schow Hunt (Clare Hunt), Pleasanton, California
Dear Family, Well, the remembering part is great – but, Reed, I was older and I remember it was in Dubois that we had the flu. In Weston Dad and Mom wished later that they had stayed in Dubois. It was there when Irene wanted a piano real bad, so Dad was to trade a horse for a piano, but during the night the horse tangled in the leash and choked to death. After Weston we went out to the dry farm where we helped Dad stack the sagebrush we would burn. Once a porcupine was in the outhouse and one of the kids came back because he was afraid to go in. I could tell more. I remember Dad taking me in a big wagon a long way out where I was to be baptized. It was especially nice because the stream was clear and we could see the fish. Yes, Reed, it was Rexburg where we could see the celebrating. Also, that was the time when Dan was born. Lots more I could tell but maybe it will get me started on my life story. I have a lot to remember and many happy times. We don’t have a typewriter. I think now I will start my history. Everyone says to put it on a tape recorder, then have it typed, but I can’t seem to do that – we’ll try again. We are starting a new life style again tomorrow when we will have live-in people to stay here to help. It takes a while to get used to new people and we really liked the ones we had, but the other people will have a man who can help Clare and help with the housework and do yard work, too. [Clare suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease]. Of course, his wife will help, too. We have been so blessed so far to have such nice people to work for us. Keep up the remembering and send it on. I’m sure I missed a lot after I left home, so send it on. Much love, as always, Norma PS. After the new people get used to it here and we do, too, I will have time to write my history.
From J. Reed Schow (Lucille Morgan Schow), Walnut Creek, California
Dear Family: Doctors tell us if we eat slowly, we will eat less, but anyone from a large family (like ours) can tell you the same thing. Well, I’ve got the computer going again. I, too, remember the stream of water where you were baptized, Norma. I don’t remember the baptism, but I do remember the stream of water you talk about. Dad lifted me to the seat of a wagon with a water tank on it. To a little boy, that seat was a long way down to the ground. We drove to that same stream of water, drove out into the middle of it with the horses downstream. Dad would get off the wagon and hand-pump the water into the tank into the cistern. The cistern was nothing but a hole dug in the ground that Dad had lined with tar. That was our drinking water, and it tasted of tar. Now we have to have filters on our tap water that is about as pure as can be had. I remember the five gallon of molasses we had at the ranch. We kids would take a slice of home-made bread and go to this can of molasses and spread it on our bread. When it came to the bottom of the can, there was about one-half inch of bread crumbs on the bottom. Darn computer broke down again. Will try to fix it myself. Hope to have it going again by the next roundrobin. I have been busy painting the house. This is the first time I have painted it by myself. I’ve always had Larry or one or two of the grandchildren to help me before. I’ve about got it done all but the trim around the windows and doors, etc. We took a little trip up to Paradise, California to honor the 90th birthday of a friend. After that we went up the Feather River over to Reno, Nevada. Most beautiful drive. We stayed in Reno and went to a show, and the next day we drove home. A nice trip. All is well here. Have a nice day. Reed PS. Happy birthday, Dan on November 11 [Reed lost one of his eyes in a saw accident about 1984]
From Dan (Grace Gray Schow), Cupertino, California
Dear Family: I’m not sure I can help out much in this remembering game. I’m kinda like the golfer who saw the drive clearly but couldn’t remember where it went. I do like hearing about our old times such as sitting around the old pot-belly stove and eating apples. I also remember a little about Meda’s store in Mantua, where much of the produce was in barrels or baskets and you just scooped out whatever you needed. Do you remember getting up a daybreak to pick strawberries and raspberries? The whole family went down and picked. Mother would leave about 8:00 AM to fix breakfast, then we would quit at about 8:00 or 9:00 to eat, then return to pick until about 11 or 12 o’clock when it got too hot. How about the skim milk we used to pick up at the dairy on our way home from school? The dairy men used to call me “Skimmy Schow”. It was good for us, only we didn’t realize it then. Well, we need a joke – an old Irishman was about to die, so he requested his best friend to promise to pour a bottle of his favorite whiskey over his grave. “OK,” said his friend, “I’ll be glad to do that, but I hope you don’t mind if I pass it through me kidneys first.” We did enjoy the reminders. The past holds some precious memories and some good lessons. Keep them coming. We are all fine here. Grace is doing great with her diabetes problem. We do enjoy life together. Love to all, Dan
From Ida Schow Blower (Henry “Hank” Blower), Salt Lake City, Utah
Dear Family: Story telling time. Do you remember when Dad, and I believe it was Dan and Reed, who went to buy a car? We were all excited about this, but when you returned it was an old flat-bed truck! Mom was so disappointed. She wanted something she could ride to church in, but of course, it was the practical decision. Reed, you were one of my first driving teachers. You decided to let me try to drive. We were coming up Forrest Street and I turned the corner with the gas pedal to the floor, and Reed, I can still hear you yelling at me above the roar, “Put on the brakes!, Put on the brakes!” We only had a half block to get home, but you took over the driving. I guess that old Ford truck had more pickup than either of us thought. I remember Dan and me sitting under the apple tree in the back yard on 7th South. He would tell me all about Lindberg and planes. I remember when we lived on First East. Dad was planting a pear tree, and he made the statement that he would probably never live to see it bear fruit. I asked what he was going to all the trouble for then, and he answered that it was for those who came after him to enjoy. I have always felt that was special and shows how special Dad was. Do you all remember the old galvanized tub? Norma, I remember you getting me ready for Sunday School and patent leather slippers. Enough for this time! Take care, everyone. Write quickly! Love ya, Ida
From Beth Schow Stagge (Marvin Stagge), Ogden, Utah
Dear Family: As usual, I have enjoyed the round-robin and hate to give it up. I know the rest of you are waiting for it, but I think I’ll read it just one more time. It’s all so interesting. I have a brand new great-grandson. He was born September 1 1991. 7 lbs 8 oz. Both mother and all are doing just fine. He was born on the 1st and they had to move to Yuma, Arizona by the 9th. They made it but with a big helping hand from JoAnn. She went back to help them. She said it was hectic. They named him Calvin Louis (Louis after Marvin). Brady, their other son, couldn’t say Calvin, so he called him “Caffeine.” JoAnn says he sure named him right. He keeps you up all night. I like the idea of telling some old tales about our family. So many of them I didn’t even know about. They happened before my time. I think I remember one thing down on 7th South. Tell me if anyone else can remember it. I’m not sure, but I think Lee, Reed and maybe Dan, had gone fishing and came home with a great big carp. It was so big that Dad hung it up in the tree out back, and Lee, Reed and Dan skinned it by taking pliers and pulling down toward the tail. Then mother baked it – it was pretty good, except you had to be careful of the bones. I can still see that big fish hanging from the limb. I must close for this time. Everything is still the same around here. I really enjoyed my birthday. Went out to lunch, and then Bruce and family came to see me. God bless – I love you. Beth
From Edna Schow Jones (Evan Jones), Bountiful, Utah
Dear Family: I can’t remember if I told you this or not, but that old truck Ida was talking about because my playhouse when we moved up to 1st North. I don’t know if it could run or not, but it stayed at least one summer in the back yard. I understand that Dad could not drive, and counted on the “boys” to do it. I used to get in the back of the truck with Betty House and Dorothy Madsen. I was the oldest, so I was usually the mother, usually appointed by Dorothy Madsen. We swept out the truck, got boxes or whatever for tables and chairs, got a bottle for a vase which was filled with flowers, or weeds or grape leaves or whatever. After our “room” was all cleaned up, I was ready to quit playing. I remember, Dan, the apple eating time around the front room stove. Mother enjoyed talking and I remember her being a very positive person. She liked to tell funny experiences. “That was one on him…” she’d say. Most of my experiences were with Dan, Ida and Beth. I don’t remember much about the older kids. I do remember Lee, Reed and Dan sitting at the kitchen table discussing things and ideas, and Reed would say, “Oh, raspberry!” when he didn’t agree. Lee, I remember putting on shave lotion which smelled good, and singing, “You gotta be a football player to get along with the beautiful girls.” Dan used to pay me ten cents a week to make his bed every day, and sweep and dust his room once a week. One week, he was a little angry. He couldn’t find something I had hung up. He also bought me my first root beer. If I had any money, I always bought ice cream or candy. We had been picking cherries at Christofferson’s orchard and were walking home. We went into a store or some place. He told me not to stir my root beer with the straw, but I misunderstood, and stirred – it foamed all over and I was embarrassed. Like Reed said, it is time to turn my computer off. We went to see Ken and Chris last week and she gave me a perm, which just about paid for our trip. We had a tour of their new house being built. We miss having our children near, as they are all so far away from home. Love to all, Edna
The following letters were written in September and October 1991 by the children of Ira Michael and Mary Elizabeth Bickmore Schow. These letters are part of a round-robin which was begun more than a year before.
From Norma Schow Hunt (Clare Hunt), Pleasanton, California
Dear Family, Well, the remembering part is great – but, Reed, I was older and I remember it was in Dubois that we had the flu. In Weston Dad and Mom wished later that they had stayed in Dubois. It was there when Irene wanted a piano real bad, so Dad was to trade a horse for a piano, but during the night the horse tangled in the leash and choked to death. After Weston we went out to the dry farm where we helped Dad stack the sagebrush we would burn. Once a porcupine was in the outhouse and one of the kids came back because he was afraid to go in. I could tell more. I remember Dad taking me in a big wagon a long way out where I was to be baptized. It was especially nice because the stream was clear and we could see the fish. Yes, Reed, it was Rexburg where we could see the celebrating. Also, that was the time when Dan was born. Lots more I could tell but maybe it will get me started on my life story. I have a lot to remember and many happy times. We don’t have a typewriter. I think now I will start my history. Everyone says to put it on a tape recorder, then have it typed, but I can’t seem to do that – we’ll try again. We are starting a new life style again tomorrow when we will have live-in people to stay here to help. It takes a while to get used to new people and we really liked the ones we had, but the other people will have a man who can help Clare and help with the housework and do yard work, too. [Clare suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease]. Of course, his wife will help, too. We have been so blessed so far to have such nice people to work for us. Keep up the remembering and send it on. I’m sure I missed a lot after I left home, so send it on. Much love, as always, Norma PS. After the new people get used to it here and we do, too, I will have time to write my history.
From J. Reed Schow (Lucille Morgan Schow), Walnut Creek, California
Dear Family: Doctors tell us if we eat slowly, we will eat less, but anyone from a large family (like ours) can tell you the same thing. Well, I’ve got the computer going again. I, too, remember the stream of water where you were baptized, Norma. I don’t remember the baptism, but I do remember the stream of water you talk about. Dad lifted me to the seat of a wagon with a water tank on it. To a little boy, that seat was a long way down to the ground. We drove to that same stream of water, drove out into the middle of it with the horses downstream. Dad would get off the wagon and hand-pump the water into the tank into the cistern. The cistern was nothing but a hole dug in the ground that Dad had lined with tar. That was our drinking water, and it tasted of tar. Now we have to have filters on our tap water that is about as pure as can be had. I remember the five gallon of molasses we had at the ranch. We kids would take a slice of home-made bread and go to this can of molasses and spread it on our bread. When it came to the bottom of the can, there was about one-half inch of bread crumbs on the bottom. Darn computer broke down again. Will try to fix it myself. Hope to have it going again by the next roundrobin. I have been busy painting the house. This is the first time I have painted it by myself. I’ve always had Larry or one or two of the grandchildren to help me before. I’ve about got it done all but the trim around the windows and doors, etc. We took a little trip up to Paradise, California to honor the 90th birthday of a friend. After that we went up the Feather River over to Reno, Nevada. Most beautiful drive. We stayed in Reno and went to a show, and the next day we drove home. A nice trip. All is well here. Have a nice day. Reed PS. Happy birthday, Dan on November 11 [Reed lost one of his eyes in a saw accident about 1984]
From Dan (Grace Gray Schow), Cupertino, California
Dear Family: I’m not sure I can help out much in this remembering game. I’m kinda like the golfer who saw the drive clearly but couldn’t remember where it went. I do like hearing about our old times such as sitting around the old pot-belly stove and eating apples. I also remember a little about Meda’s store in Mantua, where much of the produce was in barrels or baskets and you just scooped out whatever you needed. Do you remember getting up a daybreak to pick strawberries and raspberries? The whole family went down and picked. Mother would leave about 8:00 AM to fix breakfast, then we would quit at about 8:00 or 9:00 to eat, then return to pick until about 11 or 12 o’clock when it got too hot. How about the skim milk we used to pick up at the dairy on our way home from school? The dairy men used to call me “Skimmy Schow”. It was good for us, only we didn’t realize it then. Well, we need a joke – an old Irishman was about to die, so he requested his best friend to promise to pour a bottle of his favorite whiskey over his grave. “OK,” said his friend, “I’ll be glad to do that, but I hope you don’t mind if I pass it through me kidneys first.” We did enjoy the reminders. The past holds some precious memories and some good lessons. Keep them coming. We are all fine here. Grace is doing great with her diabetes problem. We do enjoy life together. Love to all, Dan
From Ida Schow Blower (Henry “Hank” Blower), Salt Lake City, Utah
Dear Family: Story telling time. Do you remember when Dad, and I believe it was Dan and Reed, who went to buy a car? We were all excited about this, but when you returned it was an old flat-bed truck! Mom was so disappointed. She wanted something she could ride to church in, but of course, it was the practical decision. Reed, you were one of my first driving teachers. You decided to let me try to drive. We were coming up Forrest Street and I turned the corner with the gas pedal to the floor, and Reed, I can still hear you yelling at me above the roar, “Put on the brakes!, Put on the brakes!” We only had a half block to get home, but you took over the driving. I guess that old Ford truck had more pickup than either of us thought. I remember Dan and me sitting under the apple tree in the back yard on 7th South. He would tell me all about Lindberg and planes. I remember when we lived on First East. Dad was planting a pear tree, and he made the statement that he would probably never live to see it bear fruit. I asked what he was going to all the trouble for then, and he answered that it was for those who came after him to enjoy. I have always felt that was special and shows how special Dad was. Do you all remember the old galvanized tub? Norma, I remember you getting me ready for Sunday School and patent leather slippers. Enough for this time! Take care, everyone. Write quickly! Love ya, Ida
From Beth Schow Stagge (Marvin Stagge), Ogden, Utah
Dear Family: As usual, I have enjoyed the round-robin and hate to give it up. I know the rest of you are waiting for it, but I think I’ll read it just one more time. It’s all so interesting. I have a brand new great-grandson. He was born September 1 1991. 7 lbs 8 oz. Both mother and all are doing just fine. He was born on the 1st and they had to move to Yuma, Arizona by the 9th. They made it but with a big helping hand from JoAnn. She went back to help them. She said it was hectic. They named him Calvin Louis (Louis after Marvin). Brady, their other son, couldn’t say Calvin, so he called him “Caffeine.” JoAnn says he sure named him right. He keeps you up all night. I like the idea of telling some old tales about our family. So many of them I didn’t even know about. They happened before my time. I think I remember one thing down on 7th South. Tell me if anyone else can remember it. I’m not sure, but I think Lee, Reed and maybe Dan, had gone fishing and came home with a great big carp. It was so big that Dad hung it up in the tree out back, and Lee, Reed and Dan skinned it by taking pliers and pulling down toward the tail. Then mother baked it – it was pretty good, except you had to be careful of the bones. I can still see that big fish hanging from the limb. I must close for this time. Everything is still the same around here. I really enjoyed my birthday. Went out to lunch, and then Bruce and family came to see me. God bless – I love you. Beth
From Edna Schow Jones (Evan Jones), Bountiful, Utah
Dear Family: I can’t remember if I told you this or not, but that old truck Ida was talking about because my playhouse when we moved up to 1st North. I don’t know if it could run or not, but it stayed at least one summer in the back yard. I understand that Dad could not drive, and counted on the “boys” to do it. I used to get in the back of the truck with Betty House and Dorothy Madsen. I was the oldest, so I was usually the mother, usually appointed by Dorothy Madsen. We swept out the truck, got boxes or whatever for tables and chairs, got a bottle for a vase which was filled with flowers, or weeds or grape leaves or whatever. After our “room” was all cleaned up, I was ready to quit playing. I remember, Dan, the apple eating time around the front room stove. Mother enjoyed talking and I remember her being a very positive person. She liked to tell funny experiences. “That was one on him…” she’d say. Most of my experiences were with Dan, Ida and Beth. I don’t remember much about the older kids. I do remember Lee, Reed and Dan sitting at the kitchen table discussing things and ideas, and Reed would say, “Oh, raspberry!” when he didn’t agree. Lee, I remember putting on shave lotion which smelled good, and singing, “You gotta be a football player to get along with the beautiful girls.” Dan used to pay me ten cents a week to make his bed every day, and sweep and dust his room once a week. One week, he was a little angry. He couldn’t find something I had hung up. He also bought me my first root beer. If I had any money, I always bought ice cream or candy. We had been picking cherries at Christofferson’s orchard and were walking home. We went into a store or some place. He told me not to stir my root beer with the straw, but I misunderstood, and stirred – it foamed all over and I was embarrassed. Like Reed said, it is time to turn my computer off. We went to see Ken and Chris last week and she gave me a perm, which just about paid for our trip. We had a tour of their new house being built. We miss having our children near, as they are all so far away from home. Love to all, Edna
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
MOONLIGHT MONNETTE
Ancestral line: Beth Schow (Stagge), daughter of Mary Elizabeth Bickmore (Schow), daughter of Isaac Danford Bickmore, son of Martha Eliza Harville (Bickmore), daughter of Mary Milinda Money (Harville), daughter of Bryan Money (Monnette), son of Mrs Bryan Monnette (Moonlight).
Moonlight Monnette Cherokee creek tribe born Hampshire West Virginia moved on to North Carolina with her tribe after the death of her husband Bryon Monnette
Found on FamilySearch.org (contributed by davidkentpratt1 17 May 2016)
Moonlight Monnette Cherokee creek tribe born Hampshire West Virginia moved on to North Carolina with her tribe after the death of her husband Bryon Monnette
Found on FamilySearch.org (contributed by davidkentpratt1 17 May 2016)
Thursday, January 17, 2013
David Bickmore 1768-1853
David, the son of John and Ann Bickmore, was a mariner. He is on record of buying thirty acres of land on Swan's Island in 1790. This island is near the coast of Maine. He resided in Friendship, or Medoncook, in 1800 and used the spelling Bigmore. He married Margaret Dix (Dicky) of Thomaston at Cushing, Maine, August 31, 1793. His name is on the census list of Meduncook, Maine, 1800. David and Margaret Bickmore had ten children: 1. Thomas, born June 6, 1798*; 2. Isaac Motor, born June 6, 1798; 3. David, born 1802; 4. Samuel, born 1805; 5. George, born 1807; 6. Jacob, born 1810; 7. Eliza, born 1812; 8. Jane, born 1815; 9. Martha Jane, born 1818; 10. Annie, born 1813.
Early Bickmore History found in Book of Remebrance of Beth Schow Stagge
Early Bickmore History found in Book of Remebrance of Beth Schow Stagge
Thomas Bickmore (Bigmore) 1601
The earliest record of this family in America is Thomas Bigmore, aged 34, living in New England - "Fether Seller." There is no doubt of the connection between this Thomas and the Massachusetts line as the name is so uncommon, though the records show nothing of two generations between the dates. They may have been engaged in traffic with other countries which makes it more difficult to trace them.
Thomas Bickmore, born in England in 1601 lived in Massachusetts in 1635. He was a "Fether Seller" and left New England in 1635 for Amsterdam.
Early Bickmore History found in Book of Remebrance of Beth Schow Stagge
Thomas Bickmore, born in England in 1601 lived in Massachusetts in 1635. He was a "Fether Seller" and left New England in 1635 for Amsterdam.
Early Bickmore History found in Book of Remebrance of Beth Schow Stagge
Elizabeth Andrews (Bickmore) 1707-
George Bickmore, probably great grandson of Thomas, was recorded in Milton, Massachusetts July 13, 1739. He owned the covenant July 13, 1739. George Bickmore, adult, by virtue of owning the covenant, was baptized by Reverend John Daylor. He married Elizabeth Andrews, April 2, 1730 at Dorchester, Massachusetts, the marriage being performed by Robert Sput, Esp.JP. Their children: *1 John, born March 31, 1731 at Dorchester; 2. George, born June 6, 1733 at Milton, Massachusetts; 3. Elizabeth, born March 9, 1736 at Milton.
In the Boston records of 1738, we find George Bickmore June 24, 1738, recommended as a Porter "to appear at Town Clerk's office to give bond." In 1760, in Boston, among losses sustained by fire Elizabeth Bickmore was allowed 18 pounds 13 shillings for loss of personal estate: "1 bed, 1 oval table, 1 brass kettle, 1 scilit, other small articles."
In 1743 a small settlement was made at Medumcook (which is the Indian plantation name for Friendship, Maine) by English people, who had come from Plymouth and western parts of Massachusetts. A fort was erected in southern part of town, which served as a protection from the Indians. Many people from Dorchester and Boston went to Medumcook. There were about twenty-two families residing there in 1754. Among them was * John and George Bickmore. This confirms the family tradition that the family lived there on the coast of Maine. It is probable that the elder George Bickmore lived there with his two sons, as in 1774, when the petition to the general court of Boston was signed, Elizabeth Bickmore, the mother's name, appears.
The Petition follows:
"This being a day pitched upon by the general courts of Boston, under the advice of the Governor for a day of fasting and prayer throughout the Province, on account of our present dangerous situation with regard to our liberties. We of the inhabitants of Meduncook, met at the minister's house and after our religious services, the following covenant, composed at Boston and sent to us, was signed, as follows, viz:
"We the people of Medumcook, having taken into consideration the precarious state of the liberties of New England and more especially the present disturbed condition of this Province, do, in the presence of God, solemnly and in good faith, covenant and engage with each other; that: From henceforth we will suspend all commercial intercourse with the said Island of Great Britain until the said act for blocking up said harbor be repealed. We will not buy, purchase, or consume or suffer anyone else to do so, any goods, wares, or merchandise that shall arrive from Great Britain from and after the last day of August 1774. We agree to break off all commerce, etc., with all persons who continue to import goods from Great Britain or shall purchase from those who do import. We, further, agree to purchase no article from those who have not signed this covenant.
"I, _____________, of __________________ in the company of _____________ do solemnly swear that the goods on hand have not been imported from Great Britain since August 1774, and will not import or purchase of any persons importing any goods, as aforesaid until the harbor of Boston shall be opened and we are fully restored to the free use of our constitutional rights and charter, and lastly, we agree that after this or a similar covenant has been offered to any person and they refuse to sign it or produce the oath, above said, we will consider them as contumacious importers and withdraw all commercial relations with them, so far as not to purchase of them any articles whatsoever, and publish their names to the world."
Signed - July 14, 1774
Witness our Hand"
John Bickmore and wife, Anna
Elizabeth Bickmore
(These names were included in the list of people who constituted the town of Meduncook, Maine (Friendship).
Any descendants of John Bickmore and Anna, his wife, or of Elizabeth, his mother, is eligible to the Society of the Daughters of American Revolution (or sons of American Revolution, if male descendants).
Medoncook or Meduncook was incorporated into the present town of Friendship, Maine on February 27, 1807. It is now a town of wealth and importance.
Reference for covenant signed by John, Ann and Elizabeth Bickmore was taken from the history of Friendship, Maine.
In the Boston records of 1738, we find George Bickmore June 24, 1738, recommended as a Porter "to appear at Town Clerk's office to give bond." In 1760, in Boston, among losses sustained by fire Elizabeth Bickmore was allowed 18 pounds 13 shillings for loss of personal estate: "1 bed, 1 oval table, 1 brass kettle, 1 scilit, other small articles."
In 1743 a small settlement was made at Medumcook (which is the Indian plantation name for Friendship, Maine) by English people, who had come from Plymouth and western parts of Massachusetts. A fort was erected in southern part of town, which served as a protection from the Indians. Many people from Dorchester and Boston went to Medumcook. There were about twenty-two families residing there in 1754. Among them was * John and George Bickmore. This confirms the family tradition that the family lived there on the coast of Maine. It is probable that the elder George Bickmore lived there with his two sons, as in 1774, when the petition to the general court of Boston was signed, Elizabeth Bickmore, the mother's name, appears.
The Petition follows:
"This being a day pitched upon by the general courts of Boston, under the advice of the Governor for a day of fasting and prayer throughout the Province, on account of our present dangerous situation with regard to our liberties. We of the inhabitants of Meduncook, met at the minister's house and after our religious services, the following covenant, composed at Boston and sent to us, was signed, as follows, viz:
"We the people of Medumcook, having taken into consideration the precarious state of the liberties of New England and more especially the present disturbed condition of this Province, do, in the presence of God, solemnly and in good faith, covenant and engage with each other; that: From henceforth we will suspend all commercial intercourse with the said Island of Great Britain until the said act for blocking up said harbor be repealed. We will not buy, purchase, or consume or suffer anyone else to do so, any goods, wares, or merchandise that shall arrive from Great Britain from and after the last day of August 1774. We agree to break off all commerce, etc., with all persons who continue to import goods from Great Britain or shall purchase from those who do import. We, further, agree to purchase no article from those who have not signed this covenant.
"I, _____________, of __________________ in the company of _____________ do solemnly swear that the goods on hand have not been imported from Great Britain since August 1774, and will not import or purchase of any persons importing any goods, as aforesaid until the harbor of Boston shall be opened and we are fully restored to the free use of our constitutional rights and charter, and lastly, we agree that after this or a similar covenant has been offered to any person and they refuse to sign it or produce the oath, above said, we will consider them as contumacious importers and withdraw all commercial relations with them, so far as not to purchase of them any articles whatsoever, and publish their names to the world."
Signed - July 14, 1774
Witness our Hand"
John Bickmore and wife, Anna
Elizabeth Bickmore
(These names were included in the list of people who constituted the town of Meduncook, Maine (Friendship).
Any descendants of John Bickmore and Anna, his wife, or of Elizabeth, his mother, is eligible to the Society of the Daughters of American Revolution (or sons of American Revolution, if male descendants).
Medoncook or Meduncook was incorporated into the present town of Friendship, Maine on February 27, 1807. It is now a town of wealth and importance.
Reference for covenant signed by John, Ann and Elizabeth Bickmore was taken from the history of Friendship, Maine.
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