A Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. I'm sitting in my rocker looking out over Utah Valley on a beautiful autumn afternoon. Luella and Linda are downstairs watching TV, coughing, and conversing. Luella's birds chirp in when the mood strikes. Two razzelberry and one pumpkin pie sit on my stove, baked (perhaps overly so) with an undecided crust some would consider - slightly burnt. While unappealing to some, I prefer a darker crust. The extra taste of carbon counters the sweetness of the filling.
Let me state here and now that I did my best with the equipment at hand. Luella's stove seems as confused as its owner. It can't seem to remember how to maintain a proper baking temperature - hence the reason my oven was called into service. This baking emergency was brought to my attention at 7:00 A.M. with a call up the stairs from Charles and Luella's apartment below. Why it couldn't wait until a more Christian hour, I do not know.
Three o'clock is the feasting hour at Ashley's home in Highland. Our numbers will be small for dinner, but what we lack in numbers will be made up with witty conservation from grandiose personalities.
The entire family will eventually gather for dessert later in the afternoon, at which point scores of young humans will demand everyone's attention. This three ring circus is best enjoyed by finding a nice comfortable place to sit. I prefer to settle on the living room sofa; I can watch the show while staying out of the way of the young performers. They run around chasing each other, while swinging anything not attached to the floor over their heads as a weapon - very similar to how their ancient ancestors captured their supper and defended their caves. It really gets interesting when the swinging object comes in contact with the darting prey's head. I try to have my camera at the ready for such moments. Oh, and the mother's reactions ........ priceless.
Today in our virtual gathering we learn more about our 10th Great Grandparents, Robert Shelley and Judith Garnet and their son John, our 9th Great Grandfather. Robert and Judith were described by their contemporaries as:
Robert Shelley was different. Although a hard worker and a good Christian, he was about as Falstaffian a character as one could expect to find in Barnstable. He was fond of good food and drink, and as Otis’s Barnstable Families reports, was an “easy, good-natured man and cared little how the world moved.” Judith Shelley, on the other hand, was described by Rev. Lothrop’s records as “proud” and “tenacious of her own opinions.” He continued, “Her tongue runneth like a whipsaw, cutting everything in its path.”
10th Great Grandparents Robert Shelley and Judith Garnet
Robert Shelley (1602 - 1692)
is your 10th great grandfather
son of Robert Shelley
son of John Shelley
daughter of Benjamin Shelley
son of Sarah Shelley
daughter of Nathaniel Worden
son of Eunice Worden
son of William Pearce
son of Andrew Jackson Pierce
son of Edwin Sherman Pierce
daughter of Walter Edwin Pierce
daughter of Violet Mae Pierce
You are the son of Luella Mattson - (not you?)
This information is taken from this Source
To those less familiar with Massachusetts, and even to people who live here, Barnstable County is better known as Cape Cod. Its county seat, also called Barnstable, is a town founded in 1639 by Rev. John Lothrop and a number of my direct ancestors. The Town of Barnstable is large and includes Hyannis of Kennedy fame. Both town and county were named for Barnstaple, a Puritan-friendly town in Devon, England. This is a brief story of some early Barnstable dwellers. In true “real housewives” style, it involves sex (or as close as I can get with mid-1600s Puritans) and plenty of cattiness and contention.
Danger: Pilgrim soap opera ahead!