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Thanksgiving Visions of Some Classic Comedians

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Happy Thanksgiving from Harrison Cady

Posted in AMERICANA, HOLIDAYS/ FESTIVALS/ MEMORIALS/ PARADES, Thanksgiving, VISUAL ART with tags , , , on November 26, 2015 by travsd

Some charming Thanksgiving cartoons by my first cousin thrice removed:





Happy Thanksgiving from Olga San Juan, the Puerto Rican Pepperpot

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Posted in AMERICANA, CULTURE & POLITICS, HOLIDAYS/ FESTIVALS/ MEMORIALS/ PARADES, ME, My Family History, Thanksgiving with tags , , , , , , on November 25, 2015 by travsd


Fear not, Pilgrims. I have a stake in this venerated holiday. By “carve” I don’t mean “hatchet job”. More like a dissection, a picking apart for the purposes of examination (and yes to decide what parts to keep, if any, and what parts to retain, devour or chuck in the bone heap). This is what a critic does, even a critic who (like me)  is 50% Puritan stock, and descended from half of the Pilgrims who made it through the first winter at Plymouth. Perhaps especially us, for I come from a long line of theologians who fought and argued and quibbled about MINUTE differences of opinion over doctrine the rest of us can’t even perceive nowadays.

Thanksgiving, like all holidays, is a complex cultural folk practice, devised by many hands, and imbued with many meanings. Like all religious or quasi-religious human folk practices, it doesn’t serve just one function but many. Some of these functions overlap, some are quite distinct. Among them:


First, as suggested by the name, a ceremony of thanks to God for our own blessings, whatever they are and whoever we are. This is a good thing, especially in America where even the least of us has a great deal more than the poor around the world. Indeed, most of us on Thanksgiving are actually giving thanks for having TOO much. Theoretically, this ritual needn’t be tied to Pilgrims or Plymouth or 1620. This aspect can stand on its own (just as it did in the mythologized “First Thanksgiving”) as a prayerful moment of “whew!” (Note the timing of the institution of Thanksgiving as a national holiday — the middle of the Civil War). There is a very “here and now” aspect to it, or there ought to be.


Secondly, the holiday as a ritual re-creation of the mythical “First Thanksgiving”, with implied thanks for the safety of the original Pilgrims. As a national festival, this aspect made the most sense when America was more homogeneous. America has never been completely homogeneous (and has been increasingly less so since the mid 19th century) but in the century or two or two and a half when the nation was in large majority white Anglo Saxon protestant it made much more sense to talk about “Our Forefathers”. Today, nearly 90% of Americans aren’t genetically related to a single Pilgrim, and a majority of Americans aren’t even WASPs, and no one lives according to the Pilgrim’s political or religious laws (or no appreciable number at any rate, although I wouldn’t bat an eye to learn there is some very tiny number of people who try to. Even Anabaptist groups like the Amish and Mennonites are wild ‘n’ crazy party hounds compared to the Pilgrims.) Still, because I AM a literal descendant of the Pilgrims, I will always think of them on this day with a certain amount of qualified reverence. If my ancestors had died I wouldn’t be here and I like being here. As do you, I imagine, otherwise you would move away.  But I can’t see how it makes any sense to celebrate this story if you don’t really want to, if they aren’t your literal ancestors. Like, if you’re Native American, I can see your maybe wanting to opt out

Which brings us to the third aspect of the holiday. Thanksgiving is also often presented as a ritual celebration of amity between English and Indians. This aspect has always been less than truthful to put it mildly. This is essentially how we present it to children. Think of the iconography. This coloring book picture is typical, right?


Okay, it’s not always that perverted. That Indian boy is a lech.

In school I recall learning the names Squanto, Samoset and Massasoit, alongside Jon Carver, Miles Standish, William Bradford, William Brewster, John Alden and Priscilla Mullins. And at a young age — first grade, maybe? Basically what we learned is that “the Indians helped the Pilgrims”. The reality is more complex than white and red people sitting at a table breaking bread together. They may have done that on a particular occasion, but the day to day reality was one of mutual suspicion, a pattern of treachery, and eventually a series of decisive wars. Now that this is fairly common knowledge, this aspect of Thanksgiving looks like a lot of hypocritical self-congratulation for historical virtues we have not possessed. This is not to say we need to jettison this aspect, however, but that we should tweak it. It may be worthwhile to twist the knob 180 degrees and turn it into a COVENANT, a day of contemplation and commitment to the FUTURE day when the echoes and attitudes of colonialism are behind us. How about we work towards a lot of happy smiling Indians right now, rather than drawing smiles on the faces of the ones whose lives we’ve ruined?


“Mama? Why Is Plymouth Rock in this cage?”

The final and primary aspect of Thanksgiving I want to discuss is the idea of the “Pilgrims Landing at Plymouth Rock” as our National Origin Myth. Now, many nations have their myths of national origin and I think they are healthy things. Israel has Abraham. Rome had the story of Romulus and Remus. England has King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. One can see the appeal of our particular myth — the strong religious component makes it seem almost like a Biblical event. The land and the people are blessed and anointed in this scenario. Like the church of St. Peter, Plymouth (and therefore America) is founded upon a rock. And (the thing we should all be proudest of) there is the not inconsiderable element of the Mayflower Compact. It was not yet the Age of Locke, but it was the Age of Hobbes. There was a certain amount of belief in the Rule of Law. They drew up a founding document and made it the basis of their government. They elected their leaders democratically. And they essentially did things by committee. They talked things out. For the most part, it was not government by tyrant (though many of the laws of that government may not harmonize with modern ideas of human rights). Democracy and Rule of Law are American ideas, and are to be celebrated.

But the story of the Pilgrims is not America’s only founding myth nor is it our only possible one. There are others which bear examination and possibly even consideration for primacy.



What’s wrong with Plymouth Rock as our National Foundation Myth? Among other things, the Pilgrims were Separatists. They weren’t looking to found anything. They were running FROM something, not running TO something. In contrast with the larger group of Puritans who came later (see below), I don’t know that the Pilgrims of Plymouth were even looking to grow in size beyond their single congregation. Picture a church congregation over in England that’s somewhat intense, almost a cult. England is inhospitable (in point of fact, intolerant) so they go to Holland, but after a decade or so they become dissatisfied with that and seek some other place where they can do their own thing without being interfered with. So they go to the wilderness. Just their congregation. That’s all. This is essentially why there is not a Plymouth colony any more. They had very strict rules for belonging to their elite society. So they remained small and weak. There ‘s a kind of Law of the Jungle that prevails in organizations, whether you’re talking about polities or tv networks or religions or businesses. You may not be looking to grow yourself, but almost everybody else is, and sooner or later they will grow at your expense. Plymouth carried the seeds of its own destruction almost from the get-go. So nearby Massachusetts (see below) swallowed them up. And then other people with other values swallowed up Massachusetts.

So the Plymouth model was not efficacious or sustainable. I’d argue that it’s also not desirable nor any longer representative of what America stands for, although others may disagree. “Freedom of Religion” for most of us means something very different from what it meant to the Pilgrims. It’s not just a Negative Value, i.e., “Leave me alone to worship in my own way.” It’s also a Positive One: “I will leave YOU alone to worship in YOUR own way.” The Pilgrims were anything but tolerant of others’ rights to believe differently. They were a cruel theocracy, inflicting torture, harsh punishment, banishment, even the death penalty on non-conformists in their midst. If you were a Quaker, an Anabaptist, or accused of witchcraft you were persecuted. Really, the Pilgrims had more in common with Al-Quaeda than with modern America. There, I said it. They’re my relatives but I don’t have to agree with how they ran things! Today there may be many people, as much as half the country it seems, who would like to see a return to this, a return to America as some sort of theocracy as it was prior to the American Revolution and the ratification of the Constitution which is the foundation of our government. I would not. And thus the Plymouth Rock model doesn’t seem consonant with the idea of America as truly religiously tolerant.

Thirdly, Plymouth Rock doesn’t work completely as a foundation story because (as we always forget) there were several other American colonies prior to the one at Plymouth!

But if Plymouth Rock isn’t our Foundation story, what is? As it happens there are several existing American Foundation myths to compete with Plymouth Rock, as well as several potential ones. I’ll save my favorite for last.




This one is parodied and perpetuated almost as much as Plymouth Rock, and plays with the facts just as much. According to the story, Dutch Governor Peter Minuit bought Manhattan Island from the Lenape Indians for a handful of trinkets. It’s always related with a bit of a wink — America being founded as the result of a swindle, a sharp trade. There are ways in which this seems a more fitting, more accurate description of the eventual national character than Plymouth Rock. Peter Minuit as the Patron Saint of Wall Street and Madison Avenue. It fits. But at the back (or even the front) of our minds there’s something shameful about the anecdote, real or exaggerated. Many might privately make this their template for American behavior, but few would openly do so.



The Jamestown Colony was founded in 1607. English America truly begins THERE, not New England. But the English in Virginia didn’t even get a grace period in their relations with the local Indians. The tension and constant warfare began right away. And thus the best known myth of the Virginia experience: the love story about Captain John Smith and the Indian princess Pocahontas, culminating in her risking her own life in pleading with Chief Powhatan to spare Captain Smith’s. In reality, there was no romance, and Pocahontas later married a Native American husband. But again, this story seems to symbolize potential amity between the races, one that did not actually come to pass. You seen any Powhatan Indians lately?

The grim reality of the early history of the Chesapeake colonies is almost too much to bear. It is a story of the ugly side of capitalism. The New Amsterdam story is a least “whimsical”. It’s about capitalism, but only at the level of the “deal” or the “sale”, which at least has one foot in charm and art. But Virginia and nearby colonies — that narrative is about mass production, exploitation, and the birth of slavery, and all in the service of a product no more necessary and no less deleterious than tobacco. There is a way in which America was literally founded by Big Tobacco. The cultivation and sale of a poisonous product which enriched a very few, and enslaved and killed millions. There really is no other lesson to be drawn from what grew out of Jamestown. None. there is nothing — nothing — good or inspiring about it. No one’s ever going to adapt this and celebrate it as their “story” except perhaps a handful of corporate scoundrels, and then only in secret. But it is true.



This one is enticing to examine because it is the first English colony, founded by Sir Walter Raleigh on an island off what is now North Carolina. It continues to intrigue because it is a mystery. The colonists all vanished, leaving behind many of their belongings and some strange messages scrawled onto trees. Today we treat it as sort of a ghost story. More than likely they were captured by Indians, but solid proof of what happened has never turned up. It’s not a good ORIGIN myth, as there’s no better example of a colony that failed and thus didn’t become America, but it is a very good campfire story.




The oldest continuously inhabited North American city founded by Europeans is St. Augustine, Florida. But other than the citizens of St. Augustine, Americans aren’t likely to embrace the founding of this city as their national myth any time soon. Not so much because it was founded by Spaniards and America is ethnically “English”; that is increasingly no longer the case. But because it was not in one of the original 13 colonies, and thus gestated outside the American form of government. It became the 27th American state in 1845. Thus though it may have been founded in 1565, it didn’t join the rest of “America” until almost three centuries later.



This small island off Massachusetts was the site of a brief settlement lasting less than a month in 1602. This makes it the first English settlement after the abortion at Roanoake, although it too lived a very brief life. Read about it here.


POPHAM (1607):

This one shouldn’t be as obscure as it is — but it is. At the same time Jamestown was being founded, another colony was started in what is now Maine. Have you been to Maine? Well, it’s colder than Massachusetts, just one of several reasons, I imagine, that this colony lasted less than a year. (Although they grow excellent potatoes in Maine, and that’s not to be sneezed at). Another (probably decisive) reason the colony folded is that its leader, George Popham, died. But the colony made a mark of sorts. The first ship built in America was made at Popham. Read about the colony here. 



Roger Conant’s famous statue in Salem is ominous and imposing and gives the false impression that he was a severe character. Those who don’t walk away with the impression that he was some sort of wizard, naturally think he was a scary Puritan. But by all accounts he was very much neither. Conant was one of the early Plymouth settlers; he arrived on the ship Anne in 1623. But he quickly decided he didn’t like the oppressive way the place was run so by 1624 he went off on his own, leading the settlement of a succession of locations: Nantasket, Cape Ann, and finally Salem, which he founded. Because they were located north of the Boston area which became the base of the Massachusetts Bay Colony (which had an official charter), Conant’s settlements were swallowed up. In 1628, Salem was taken over by John Endicott, an early representative of what would become the leadership of Massachusetts. Conant didn’t fight it. Conant is an early exemplar of what might be call America’s independent, pioneer spirit. He really had no agenda other than wanting to be left alone, and making a place for others who similarly wished to be left alone. Unfortunately his legacy sort of got gobbled up by history. Whatever it is he may be said to have founded was almost immediately taken over by others.


MERRYMOUNT (1625-1630)

I would say this one almost merits inclusion in the section of existing myths (it has that shape) but it isn’t well enough known by the general public. The best known account (by well read people anyway) is the short story about the incident which Nathaniel Hawthorne included in his Twice Told Tales (I adapted this story for the stage about ten years ago; it was produced by Metropolitan Playhouse). In a way, Merrymount was an early attempt to found an America which we weren’t truly to come to know until well into the 20th century — some still aren’t ready for it. Its founder Thomas Morton was what you might call an anti-Puritan: a free-wheeling businessman, a man of the world, fully invested in the cultural revival engendered by the Renaissance (with all of its paganism), and an exponent of mainstream English culture (i.e. a regular member of the Church of England, which — much like Catholicism — mixes Christianity with pre-Christian folk tradition. The sort of thing Puritans find very, very sinful).  Morton was persecuted at the hands of the Puritan authorities, and Merrymount passed into history. He was a fascinating guy, a kind of hero of mine, but maybe a little too “out there” for most Americans to embrace.



When I was a kid I didn’t understand the difference between this story and that of the Pilgrims. I’m sure I’ve always lumped the names of Winthrop and Endicott in with the Pilgrims etc and I’m sure a lot of people still do. It’s taken awhile for me to sort it out and learn the differences. The Pilgrims, a few hundred in number, were the radical of the radical. But there were tens of thousands of other Puritans back in England who held many similar views, but weren’t radical enough to advocate breaking completely with the established Church of England. Unlike the Pilgrims, they could stick it out a while longer. But around 1626, King Charles started making life very difficult for these people. In 1629 he dissolved Parliament. This is when some wealthy Puritan leaders applied (and received) a charter to start the Massachusetts Bay Colony. In 1630 John Winthrop came with a fleet of ships containing close to 1,000 people and they settled the area around Boston.

There is a strong case to be made that this is the actual founding of America — at least of New England. It’s much mushier than the Plymouth story so its harder to mythologize. But the truth is that a decade after 1620 there were still only a few hundred people in Plymouth, but by 1640 there were 20,000 people in Massachusetts Bay (and the colonies that branched off it (Connecticut, Rhode Island, New Hampshire and what would later be called Maine). You might say that if the Great Migration hadn’t occurred, what there was of Plymouth could scarcely be called a colony….just a little cult living in a compound not too different than numerous communes that have popped up across America in the ensuing centuries. Unlike the Pilgrims, the Puritans DID come to found something. It was Winthrop who gave us that phrase “City on a Hill”. That’s what they were founding.

Still, the Puritans, like the Pilgrims before them, were intolerant of dissenters in their midst. And the dissenters are my idea of model Americans.



Okay, I swear this is not because I am FROM Rhode Island. But I think it’s almost certainly the case that I am AWARE of this story because I am from Rhode Island. The State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations was the first American colony (and surely one of the first places in the world) to have true religious tolerance as part of its mission. This meant not just that its founders were fleeing Massachusetts and Plymouth so they could worship as they chose, but also that, once they founded their settlements, they allowed others to do the same. The oldest synagogue in the United States is in Rhode Island — because Rhode Island was tolerant of Jews. They were also tolerant of Quakers. And anyone else. It wasn’t until the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution that this philosophy became official and embraced throughout the rest of the United States, and it only became truly universal after 1818, when Connecticut, the last state to have an official religion (Congregationalism) stopped doing so. (Utah, of course, was also founded as a theocracy, but that changed when it joined the United States).

What complicates the mythologizing of the Rhode Island story is that it is actually two inspiring foundings. Much like Massachusetts, Connecticut and New Jersey, Rhode Island was created out of the merging of two different settlements. Most people don’t even know Rhode Island’s official name — at least they seem dumbfounded when I tell them, but the name tells the story. It is “The State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations”. “Rhode Island” refers to the island of Aquidneck, where Portsmouth and Newport are located. And “Providence Plantations” refers to the area around the state’s capital city, which was founded first.

The Providence story has the better shape for a myth. Roger Williams, a forceful and charismatic minister arrived in Boston shortly after its founding, in 1631. And he was invited to be the teacher at the church there, but he turned it down, because it was not “separated” [i.e. from the Church of England”]. You would think this would make him a shoe-in for Plymouth, but he didn’t get along with leaders there either. He was invited to be the minister at Salem, but the offer was rescinded. So in 1636, he and his followers went into what is now Rhode Island, where the Indians are said to have greeted him with the phrase, “What Cheer, Neetop?”, which roughly means “S’up, Homey?”

Williams not only allowed freedom of conscience, but the separation of church and state, decided things through majority democracy, was not just fair but exemplary in his dealings with the Indians (he learned their language, he BOUGHT land from them rather than taking it), and tried to outlaw slavery. In the years after his leadership, the colony backslid on some of these things, but the fact remains — THIS is the founding of the kind of America I believe in. I have ancestors among pretty much all of these bunches (Plymouth, Massachusetts etc), but this is the bunch I choose, the ones who reflect my values.


The second group, the “Rhode Island” group led by Anne Hutchinson (take note: a woman!) and others, were branded Antinomians by the Massachusetts leaders. They founded their settlement in 1638. Roger Williams had founded what became known as the Baptist church, that’s largely what Providence was about. But in Portsmouth and Newport, Quakers and other way out religions flourished.

One thing I love about the Rhode Island founding is that it includes Native Americans in a much more positive and truthful way. And, as we said, the Freedom of Religion there was actual Freedom of Religion. These events may have happened later, but they happened better. This is when MY America was founded.  And when I want to honor my ancestors and our Founders, the ones who founded Rhode Island truly deserve pride of place. Just putting that out there. Happy Thanksgiving!


Tonight on National Geographic: “Saints and Strangers: Surviving Plymouth”

Posted in ME, My Family History, PLUGS, Television, Thanksgiving with tags , , , , , , on November 22, 2015 by travsd


Tonight and tomorrow, the National Geographic Channel will be broadcasting the premier of their two part telefilm Saints and Strangers: Surviving Plymouth

This is the first Thanksgiving season I’ll experience since I learned the amazing fact that I am descended from or related to half of these amazing characters (find out which ones here) so as you can imagine I will be watching tonight and tomorrow with great interest.

From what I can glean from their promo materials and early reviews, the show will stress the brutality of the experience (half died the first winter). They weren’t all Pilgrims, by the way. Only about half the Mayflower passengers were religious separatists: “Saints”. The rest (“Strangers”, also known as “Adventurers”) were people from outside the congregation who came merely as a sort of risky business proposition. The saddest four — I’m sure they’ll tell this — were four unaccompanied, illegitimate children between the ages of 4 and 8 whose father wanted/needed to dispose of. These children became the “servants” of other Mayflower families. Three of the four died.

Anyway, those’ll be my ancestors up there on that screen. Good or bad, I may have to live tweet.

In Which My Family Founds New England #1: The Pilgrims

Posted in AMERICANA, CULTURE & POLITICS, HOLIDAYS/ FESTIVALS/ MEMORIALS/ PARADES, ME, My Family History, Thanksgiving with tags , , , , on May 20, 2015 by travsd


This is the first in a promised series of posts containing details about my ancestry, for those four people who care. The first leg will take place over the next several days and will provide information about my mom’s notable ancestors in colonial New England. Following the present post there will be separate ones on the Puritans of Massachusetts Bay, Connecticut and Rhode Island, and one on the Indian Troubles, especially King Phillip’s War,  and the Great Swamp Fight a long-forgotten yet earth-shaking event that took place in my hometown.

For the next series posts (on the Tidewater Region, the Cumberland Gap and beyond, the American Revolution, slavery and the Civil War) I need to await results of my DNA test, which I probably won’t receive until mid to late summer.



A few months ago I was beyond excited to learn that I had TWO ancestors on the actual Mayflower. We learn in school that these are “our” forefathers, but I for one never had anything more than a vague hope that it might be true, and as time went on, even probably came to consider it unlikely. When I was age 12, I even went with my family to visit Plymouth Plantation, never having an inkling that the people who lived in that area were literally my ancestors. (A mere 56 miles from my house, it felt like an epic journey at the time). At any rate, in the last few days I discovered that I had this entire blogposts’s worth of representation among the Pilgrim Founders. Given that about 130 people were on the Mayflower, and that about 30 of those were crew-members who either died or went back to England, and that half of those who stayed DIED the first winter, you will have to admit that this is a large proportion of Pilgrims to have in one’s background.


The boastful title of this series is a joke, of course. I fully realize that MILLIONS of Americans are descended from the people who came on the Mayflower (they weren’t all Pilgrims, by the way). But I vouchsafe to say that very few Americans have THIS MANY Mayflower ancestors. Essentially, I am related to one-third of Mayflower passengers, which amounts to one-half of the Mayflower passengers who survived long enough to produce descendants.

The reason for this is nothing glamorous. In fact it’s quite the opposite. It means that for four centuries NONE of my ancestors along these lineages moved further west than 120 miles from their point of origin. NONE of my ancestors on my mom’s side that I’ll be talking about in this series ventured farther west than Springfield, Mass, and very few got even half that far. Perhaps their siblings did, other branches did. But not my mom’s ancestors. They stayed put. So there was nothing to dilute this original gene pool. (Also think of how limited the gene pool must have been in the earliest years of the colony. They all intermarried. If you’re related to one, odds are good you’re related to several) Anyway mom was the first to marry outside this colonial New England gene pool, when she married a guy from Tennessee. Thus it’s diluted in me. And it’s even less concentrated in my sons, and that process will no doubt continue throughout the generations — in future there will probably some Martian in the family blood. (Also as we said, one line while still English came later, and another line remains a wild card, although I don’t expect any thunderbolts).


Anyway, here’s the full tally. I urge you to click on the links below to learn more.

I’m Directly Descended from:

John Robinson_2101

John Robinson — John Robinson was one of the most important Pilgrims: he was one of the Founders of their religious movement, and was considered their Pastor and their Teacher. When a small party of Pilgrims made their way to America in 1620, Robinson remained behind with the majority of the congregation in Leiden (Netherlands), with the intention of coming later. News of his death in 1625 was considered a terrible blow to the struggling Pilgrims. Robinson’s brother-in-law William White and his family were among the Mayflower passengers however (see below). No less than four lines of my ancestry lead back to John Robinson.

William Brewster

William and Mary Brewster and children — Brewster was perhaps THE key member of the group. He’d been a former assistant to a diplomatic secretary to Queen Elizabeth I, and was thus the only Pilgrim with any real experience in government. When his boss William Davison fell out of favor, Brewster was forced to return to his family home in Scrooby to become postmaster. But it was during his diplomatic years, when he’d spent time in Holland, that he began to get attracted to radical protestant ideas. The Pilgrim congregation often met in his house during their early years, before being exiled to Holland and then Plymouth. In Plymouth, he was the colony’s primary spiritual leader in lieu of John Robinson, and a key advisor to Governor William Bradford. The Brewsters are my (12th) great grandparents (and along other lines, uncles and aunts).

I am descended from William and Mary through their daughter Fear Brewster, who married another Mayflower passenger Isaac Allerton, after his first wife Mary died the first winter. Allerton became assistant to Governor John Carver. He later became involved with the colony’s finances, and was exiled after some irresponsible business dealings and other mishaps. He moved to the New Haven colony, dividing his time between there and New Netherland. I am descended through his son.Isaac Allerton, Jr., who settled in the Virginia Colony around 1660. Thus, I related to the Brewsters through my dad’s side, rather than my mom’s.


John Alden and Priscilla Mullins (and the Mullins family, i.e. her parents and brother) — These are among the most famous of the Mayflower folks from whom I am directly descended because they are the subjects of the famous poem The Courtship of Miles Standish by Longfellow, who is also descended from them. They have been depicted in many movies, but why don’t you just read the poem? It is here.  Neither Alden nor the Mullins were Pilgrims. Alden was the ship’s carpenter, and William Mullins was an “Adventurer”, i.e. an investor in the company that was bankrolling the enterprise. I also think it likely (though unproven and unproveable) that I am related to the third character in the famous love triangle Myles Standish. (see below)

William White and family  White was one of the many who died during the first winter at Plymouth.  (The fact that his son Peregrine was the first Pilgrim born in America balanced the scales somewhat). White’s widow Susannah then married Edward Winslow (see below). Their son Josiah Winslow would later become Governor of the colony himself, serving during one of its worst trials: King Phillip’s War.  William White’s granddaughter Elizabeth married Benjamin Harrington, the first of my mother’s patrilineal line to come to America.

The Chiltons and their daughter Mary — Pilgrims from the Leiden congregation. James Chilton was the oldest member of the voyage (63 years old). His daughter Mary was 13 when they arrived. And she is my ancestor. She married John Winslow (see below). I am also directly descended from Mary’s older sister Isabella, who arrived later with her husband Roger Chandler. 

John Turner — a Pilgrim from the Leiden congregation who came with his two young sons. All three of them died the first winter. Some years later his grown daughter Elizabeth came to live at Salem, and she is my ancestor.

Richard Warren — Warren came alone on the Mayflower, sending for his wife and children in 1623. Amazingly, I am descended from him on BOTH sides. I am descended from his daughter Ann on my mother’s side, and from his daughter Elizabeth on my father’s side. Warren himself died in 1628.

Edward Fuller and Mrs. Fuller (her name is unknown) — They died during the first winter, leaving their 12 year old son Samuel in the care of Edward’s brother Dr. Samuel Fuller, another Mayflower Passenger. I am descended from Edward’s son Mathew, who arrived in Plymouth around 1640.

George Soule — Indentured servant of Edward Winslow (more below) is my (11th) great grandfather.


Look! The First Indian Givers! (sorry)

I’m Also Related to (but not directly descended from):


William Bradford statue, Plymouth

William, Dorothy and Alice Bradford — Bradford, of course, is one of the best known Pilgrims, Governor of the Colony for most of the time between 1621 and 1657, and author of Of Plymouth Plantation, one of the few contemporary published accounts of the Pilgrims travails. (The first Governor John Carver and his wife died in 1621, leaving no descendants). Bradford’s grandfather (also named William Bradford) is my (12th) great grandfather (through a cousin of the Governor’s). I also have blood relation through his two wives. His first wife Dorothy May, is the aunt of my (9th) great grandfather. She is also famous — but for tragedy. When the Mayflower was still anchored at Provincetown (before even arriving at Plymouth) and William and several of the other men were exploring the surrounding territory, Dorothy fell into the water and drowned. She is played in a Hollywood movie by Gene Tierney, which goes with the popular lore that it may have been a suicide, though there has never been any proof of that. His second wife Alice Carpenter is my (10th) great grandmother; her first husband Edward Southworth is my (10th) great grandfather.

Edward Winslow

Edward Winslow

Edward Winslow and Gilbert Winslow — These two brothers came over together on the Mayflower. Gilbert passes out of history right away but Edward was to be one of the colony’s most important citizens (he had also been one of the leaders in England and Holland). He eventually became the Governor of the colony. His son Josiah was also to be Governor.  My direct ancestor is Edward and Gilbert’s brother John Winslow, who arrived at Plymouth in 1621 on the ship Fortune (see below). John also married Mayflower passenger Mary Chilton (see above).

John Howland — Howland was servant and personal assistant to John Carver, the colony’s first governor. Carver died during the first winter and Howland subsequently became a freeman.  His brother Henry Howland was my ancestor. Interestingly, Henry practiced a different renegade faith — he was a Quaker.


Myles Standish: Another of the more famous and prominent of the Pilgrims’ company, Standish was the military leader at Plymouth and by all accounts a bit of a bellicose jerk. Standish’s background is a bit vague but most believe he came from Lancashire. My (19th) great grandmother Clemence Standish is of the Lancashire branch of that family and thus a likely relative, though due to lack of documentation, unproveable.

Related By Marriage to: 

Christopher Martin, his wife Mary, and step-son Solomon Prower — Christopher & Mary’s grand-daughter Abigail (whose mother Susannah was executed in the Salem Witch Trials) was the 2nd wife of my (9th) great grandfather James Hadlock. Christopher Martin (representing the investors, as opposed to the Pilgrims), was the titular Governor of the Mayflower during its journey.

Stephen Hopkins and family — Also not a Pilgrim, Hopkins had previously been to the New World, having spent time in both the Bermuda and Virginia colonies. He was to operate an inn and tavern in Plymouth for 20 years. Hopkins was one of the castaways in the shipwreck that inspired Shakespeare’s The Tempest! I bet he had some stories to tell in that bar of his.

Edward Doty — Doty came over as Stephen Hopkins’ indentured servant and later became a wealthy landowner himself. He was known for his quick temper and frequent run-ins with fellow colonists and the law.

Francis Cooke — a Pilgrim from the Leiden congregation who made the voyage with his 13 year old son John. The rest of his family arrived three years later.  Cooke appears not to have been a leader in any sense, just a low-key, dutiful member of the community.

Other Early Plymouth Ancestors and relatives: 

Passengers on the Fortune (1621): 

John Winslow — My (10th) great grandfather, brother of Edward and Gilbert (see above)

John Adams — My (10th) great uncle. He is the brother Henry Adams, my (10th) great grandfather and great grand father of President John Adams (see next post). When the Plymouth John Adams died, his wife Ellen married Kenelem Winslow, brother of John, Edward and Gilbert.

William Bassett — My (12th) great uncle.

Stephen Deane — (10th) great uncle.

William Palmer — (9th) great uncle

William Wright — related by marriage. His wife Priscilla Carpenter was the sister of Alice, second wife of William Bradford (above)

Thomas Morton — Distantly related by marriage via a Doty (see above). Brother of George Morton (see below)

Passengers on the Anne and Little James (1623):

Ralph Wallen — (9th) great grandfather

Francis Sprague — his grandson William would marry my (6th) great grandmother Mercy Walling, granddaughter of Ralph Wallen (above)

Hester (Mayhieu) Cooke — (13th) great grandmother, wife of Francis Cooke (above). She interests me a great deal for being of Walloon stock.

Robert Bartlett and Mary Warren – -daughter of Richard Warren (above)

Fear and Patience Brewster — children of William and Mary Brewster (above). What names!


George Morton and lots of other Mortons — like Thomas (above), we are related through marriage to the Dotys (farther above). He is significant chiefly for having been erroneously thought for many many years to have written Mourt’s Relation (hence the name) — but it turns to have been written by William Bradford and Edward Winslow.

Elizabeth Warren  — wife of Richard Warren (above)

Stephen Tracy and family — (9th) great grandfather

Timothy Hatherly — (10th) great uncle.

John Oldham and family — related by marriage (his sister Lucretia was married to Jonathan Brewster). Oldham was to be banished from Plymouth after a run-in with Miles Standish. He then grew rich in trade as a merchant sea captain in the Massachusetts Bay Colony. His murder by Indians at Block Island was one of the precipitating causes of the Pequot War.

Alice Carpenter — married William Bradford, sister of William Wright’s wife Priscilla — above

Arrived on later ships: 

William Collier — (10th) great grandfather. One of the original Merchant Adventurers or investors in the Plymouth colony, and one of the few to actually settle there, arriving in 1633. He served as assistant governor of the colony several times over a 30 year period.

Samuel Nash — (10th great grandfather, arrived ca. 1632

James Cole — (9th) great grandfather, arrived 1633, there is an amusing account of him here.

Richard Sears — (9th) great grandfather, arrived 1633 or before

Rev. Ralph Partridge — (9th) great grandfather, arrived Plymouth 1636 and became the first pastor at Duxbury

Walter Deane –(9th) great grandfather, arrived in Plymouth 1637 and became one of the founders of Taunton.

Edward Gray — arrived 1642 and married Mary Winslow, daughter of my ancestor John (see above). He was to become one of the wealthiest merchants in Plymouth. He is one of my (9th) great grandfathers.


Plymouth was merged into the Massachusetts Bay colony in 1691. Massachusetts Bay had been launched in 1628, and by virtue of its better location (i.e., a better harbor) fared better financially and grew rapidly in the ensuing decades, far outstripping the earlier Plymouth experiment.  Also Plymouth was geographically hemmed in by Rhode Island. The natural place for the Plymouth Colony to expand would have been westward. Too late! If they’d allowed more religious freedom in their colony, if they hadn’t erected physical barriers to match their philosophical ones, they would have had room to grow. Instead they were cut off at the pass. The result? The map looks exceedingly stupid. Essentially Rhode Island consists of the shores of Narragansett Bay, just as Connecticut consists essentially of Long island sound with a little inland buffer, both of them carved out of what — to the eyeball — should be “Plymouth West” in any rational world. But I rant. See you in Massachusetts in a couple of days! (For Part Two: The Puritans go here).

Thanksgiving at Chez Josephine

Posted in CRITICISM/ REVIEWS, FOOD & DRINK CULTURE, HOLIDAYS/ FESTIVALS/ MEMORIALS/ PARADES, Thanksgiving with tags , , on November 29, 2013 by travsd


We have a thousand things to be thankful for; yesterday one of them was that the Duchess got the inspiration to book us at Chez Josephine for our Thanksgiving feast. The place is owned and operated by two of Josephine Baker’s adopted children Jean-Claude and Jarry Baker — I think it was Jean-Claude who greeted us at the door yesterday. The atmosphere is warm (in every sense), the cuisine is French, and the decor a kind of shrine to Ms. Baker and the Paris of the 1920s.

This is the first Thanksgiving dinner where I’ve gotten to enjoy my meal surrounded by pictures of a topless woman. And rightfully so. A topless Priscilla Alden would just make me uncomfortable. Nestled right on Theatre Row on the outskirts of the Deuce, the place was merry with the hilarious plinkings of a most eclectic piano player, who offered quiet, tasteful renderings of everything from the theme song to Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood to Ennio Morricone’s theme from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly to several disco hits. I don’t know if someone was playing “Stump the Piano Player” or the musician was just a great entertainer. Perhaps both. As for the chow, it was of the first water. Sweet, succulent scallops were my portion, with a crab cake and squash soup for openers. And to top it off a baked apple with cinnamon and caramel sauce, alongside vanilla ice cream. If they’d botched the job, we would have reported it! I think we’ve found our new “special place”.

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