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Historic Stonington, Connecticut

6 Jul

After a day of driving in circles and not finding the ancestors we were searching for, we made our way to Connecticut.  The morning of the 4th, we set out to the city of Stonington’s historic cemetery.

Mom by the sign

opening the old iron gate

My family is rather interesting in that both my mother and my father are descended from Walter Palmer.

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My mother’s side comes from his daughter, who married Thomas Minor.  Her full brother, Jonah, is one of my father’s direct ancestors.  That makes Walter Palmer both my 10th and 11th great-grandfather (and my parents tenth cousins once removed).

Walter Palmer 1585-1681

His original field stone marker is still in the cemetery.

His son-in-law Thomas’s (my 10th great-grandfather) original marker is there as well.  By the way, I’ve read his diary that he kept from 1653 – 1684.

Thomas Minor (1608 – 1690)

After we left the cemetery, we went to tour the historic Nathanial Palmer house, which was built in 1852.  I’m not sure what the actual relationship is, but he is a cousin, also being a descendant of Walter Palmer.  He gets to boast that he was the first American to find Antarctica.

We got to tour the house all the way up to the turret.

winding staircase to the turret

It was a beautiful view.

The view from the turret.

After that, we went down to the shore.

We toured the light house.  Only the first floor is open to the public, but it is a nice little museum.

Stonington Lighthouse built in 1840

And it has the coat worn by John Minor in the War of 1812.  Yes, this is another cousin of some sort (not sure how yet).  HERE is an article that give more information on how there was an explosion that caused the rip in the coat and injured him.  He even lost the vision in his eye because of it.

John Minor’s coat from the War of 1812.

It was quite an interesting morning walking in the home place of so many of my ancestors.

Another Round of Copper

5 Jul

I did give copper to all of the goats before I left.

Copper capsule hidden in a peanut

It was not made easier by some bratty goats like Bubbles who decided to chew it up and spit it out in pasture.

Bubbles

It didn’t turn out quite as well as I had hoped.  When I had to shift to using the pill pusher instead of peanuts, the pusher came apart, and I “pushed” part of it down Ava’s throat with the copper capsule.  I had to call the vet, and he did say that since it was smooth, it was probably a non-issue.

Ava

I luckily had a pill pusher I could use to finish giving it to the rest of the goats.  But I’m at a loss.

I did find a replacement baller that should not be a problem.

The Start of the Trip

4 Jul

Our trip has started with lots of driving and not a lot of action.

Mom and Me

We spent the first night with my nephew in Indianapolis, which became our launch point for the rest of the trip.  We actually spent a bit of the evening in a suburb, Carmel.

Mom by one of the many statues in the downtown area.

The first cemetery stop was to visit Lemuel Perin (1749 – 1822), who was a Revolutionary War soldier.  It’s actually the second cemetery the settlers created, but the first one was not in a good location–it flooded and washed up coffins and bodies and was not a pretty scene.  The cemetery was on top of a pretty little hill, and when we got there, the farm owner gave us a ride to the top in her Gater.

Klum Cemetery

So they moved to a hill.  His stone and that of his second wife (1760 – 1828) have been lost or are illegible.  But several years ago, another relative worked to verify his status as a Revolutionary War soldier and had a new monument put up.  There was a dedication ceremony and people came in period dress and celebrated him.  How I wish I had known about that one.

The next day was on to West Virginia where there was another cemetery on a private farm.  We’d tried calling several times and left messages, but nobody returned our calls, so I trespassed.  I tried to find the cemetery, but the directions from find-a-grave simply told sort of where it was and to walk a half a mile up the hill.

Coburn’s Creek Cemetery might be up this hill.

I never got to find either of my mother’s third-great grandfathers who were buried there.  We hoped the rest of the day with her family would go better.  We went north to Pennsylvania, but once we had to leave the main roads, my car’s gps thought I should go through a non-existent road with a bridge out.

I disagreed.  When we finally went back the way we came and followed my directions, we found a nice hill, but no cemetery.

Our third stop for the day was another elusive one.  Well, I went north instead of south, so we got to travel a up and down a mountain whose curves really were a u-turn, and it was a bit crazy. Anyhow, after figuring out that we were not going to anywhere we needed to be, we turned it over to my car’s gps (we really need to name this thing), and she took us to Warrington Monthly Meeting.

We couldn’t find the stone for my 6th great-grandfather, but we got to see where he was buried and the building where he worshiped.