For this Daily Create I was limited on books at present, so I used my mothers bible and since she passed away a couple of months ago I figured since it gave her strength to carry on when she was on earth, I would put her religious things together and take a pic for this assignment, including her old bible. This pic is not showing the whole thing I took a picture of. I do not know why. But it is 11 p.m. the next to last week of the semester, there are lots of presentations, assignments, and projects due, and I am tired. So this is what I came up with and tweeted. I think the tweet shows the whole pic on the daily create site.
This blog is about my ancestor Pvt. Daniel S. Davenport. A soldier in the war of 1812. Daniel is my 5th great grandfather on my paternal side. He is buried in the Dorchester Cemetery Boston Massachusetts Plot N35. His daughter (my 4th great grandmother) Sarah Davenport Ellis (wife of William Bardeen Ellis) is buried in the same Dorchester Cemetery DN/H280 as are many of my Davenport and Ellis ancestors and kin. Daniel also became the sexton of the Dorchester Cemetery and as the sexton attended 1135 funerals and dug over 734 graves including his own. This is scribed into his gravestone. There is a hand written bill to one David Clap from Daniel Davenport. With Daniel charging $3.00 for digging the grave of one said David Clap’s wife, and for the horse and hearse, tolling the bell, and attending the funeral. The date was Aug 11, 1835. Daniel married Sally Spur. They had 13 children. Which tells me why I have so many kin buried in that cemetery. Sally was the daughter of Colonel & Captain John Spur Jr. a participant in the Boston Tea Party at age 25. John Spur Jr. is buried at Swan Point Cemtery Providence Rhode Island with his wife Sarah West Spur (daughter of Capt. Thomas & Sarah West).
My Parents: Bruce Collins & Marie King approx 1960
This blog is about my father who died in July of 2018. Bruce B. Collins. He was a vietnam soldier. He did two tours in vietnam. A United States Coast Guard Boatswains Mate.
A boatswain’s mate (BM) is the most versatile member of the Coast Guard’s operational team, and a master of seamanship. BMs are capable of performing almost any task in connection with deck maintenance, small boat operations, navigation, and supervising all personnel assigned to a ship’s deck force or shore unit.
My father retired from the Coast Guard and settled down in a small town in Northern Maine on Moosehead Lake. Where he lived out his life after taking care of his parents for several years in Waltham Massachusetts until their passing.
I remember my father telling me a story of when his ship was out in the arctic one time, and a polar bear climbed up on deck. My father quickly used the giant fire hose to hose the polar bear off the deck. He was pretty proud of that and loved to tell the story.
He was a good boxer as his father had taught him to box when he was young after being bullied at school. Knowing how to box ended the bullying. Of course that was old school probably back in the 50’s.
After my fathers passing, I found many medals among his things. Some from his time in vietnam. He didnt talk about that experience much with me. Only to once say that he spied on the spies. That always sounded so intriguing to me, but I never got any more than that about it.
His funeral was a military funeral. The local American Legion of whom he had been a member for many years, shot their guns in a 21 gun solute. Two young Coast Guard soldiers had been assigned to stand at each end of the casket. When I arrived I started to walk over to them to thank them but my uncle (a former Marine) told me it was not allowed. When the bugle playing was over the two soldiers folded the flag that had been draped over my fathers beautiful casket. One soldier kneeled in front of me holding the flag and proceded to thank me for my fathers service in a long speech that honestly made my mind go numb. I said thank you twice in the wrong parts as he wasnt done yet. Then when he was done he handed the folded flag to me. It was very surreal. My father is now buried in the Greenville Junction Cemetery in Greenville Junction Maine.
Welcome to the ArtGeni777 blog spot. Compiled of ancestors past experiences. This first post is a poem about my mothers passing of Covid 19. It was a raw, true, and honest experience. My posts to come will also tell the raw experiences of my ancestors.
This is the story of my Filles du roi ancestors (translated from French to English as the Kings Daughters). Four young women who were chosen by King Louis XIV to take the voyage to Canada to find a husband and Marry. King Louis wanted to populate Canada so he chose between 700-800 young women to take the voyage, marry, and proceed to populate Canada. In some cases the women had only 2 weeks to choose a husband. Many entering Canada through Quebec City. One of my 9th maternal great grandmothers was Jeanne Marguerite Boucault. Who chose Louis Coulombe as her husband. At the age of 17 Jeanne voyaged by herself. She arrived pregnant. Delivering her first child that died in the 1st month of his life. Jeanne and Louis married and went on to have 12 children of their own. Sadly, Jeanne was found dead and frozen next to a pond on January 23, 1696 at the age of 45.
This Coulombe line was all male from 1641 until October 1895 when my great grandmother Roseanna Coulombe was born.
I would say my ancestors did their duty helping to populate Canada for King Louis as all four of my Filles du roi ancestors had many children.
