Monday Madness – Origins of Captain John Johnson

The origins of Captain John JOHNSON, born abt 1585/1595, who married Mary Heath in 1613 in England (father of Captain Isaac Johnson) seem to be in great dispute. For years I have had him listed as the son of John Johnson and Hannah Throckmorton. Do a quick search at the LDS or Rootsweb, and you’ll find numerous different options for his lineage.
Until, once again, Google Books, came to the rescue. Well, that is if you believe the disputes of Gerald Johnson.

I have paraphrased the Theories from his book, The Biography and Genealogy of Captain John Johnson, 2000

Theory #1… Isaac Johnson and Lady Arbella Fiennes of Lincolnshire.
“If Isaac Johnson was born in 1601 and John Johnson was married in 1613, there is NO WAY that Isaac Johnson and Arbella Fiennes were the parents of John Johnson. John Johnson could not have been 12yrs old at the time of his marriage to Mary Heath… Furthermore, both Isaac and Arbella died soon after arriving in New England in 1630. The Will of Isaac Johnson clearly establishes that he and Lady Arbella Fiennes had no living issue”

Theory #2… John Johnson’s father was John Johnson of Wilmington, Kent, England because (a) his wife was Margery Scudder who was named in the will of John Lowers of Darenth, Kent, England and (b) in which is names a John Johnson, the elder and a John Johnson, the younger (Presumably, “our” Captain John Johnson) in the 1650 will.
First, John Johnson did NOT marry Margery Scudder. Margery Scudder, who was actually “Margaret Scudder” was married to Thomas Stacy who outlived her.
Furthermore, study of the county of Kent birth and death records did not reveal any John Johnson being born to a John Johnson. Further, there is no record of a John Johnson birth in Herne or Herne Hill parish, Kent, England.
Captain Edward Johnson of Woburn, Massachusetts WAS from Herne Hill, Kent, England. There is no evidence, however, that Edward Johnson and John Johnson were related.
It is concluded that Captain John Johnson of Roxbury, Mass was not born in either Wilmington, England or Herne Hill, England.

Theory #3… Francis Johnson and Elizabeth Thorogood
“The dates are all wrong for these people to be the parents of Captain John Johnson. The mother of Elizabeth Thorogood was Cecily Baynam. Baynam would have been only four years old when her supposed grandson, John Johnson was born in 1590.

Theory #4… John Johnson born abt 1570 and Hannah Throckmorton.
The birth date of 1588, Langton, Lincolnshire, England submitted by a Richard Miner to the Ancestral Files, is not listed in any of the Lincolnshire parish records…. Mr. Miner, believing that the information researched by his mother was correct, submitted the information to the LDS church.

Theory #5… father was John Johnson, grandparents Geoffrey Johnson and Bridgett Harbottle.
Neither Geoffrey Johnson, son of Maurice, nor Bridgett Harbottle, wife of Geoffrey, are listed in any of the Herne Hill, Kent, England parish records. Geoffrey Johnson, if related, woul dhave been a grandfather of our Captain John Johnson. He died Sept 1585 at age 60 in Leicester England. Ms. Lynda Hotchkiss, genealogist for the county of Lincolnshire Council Genealogical Research Service, extensively researched this connection in November 1998. Ms. Hotchkiss clearly establishes that John Johnson and Isaac Johnson were NOT brothers as all sources clearly show “Abraham, father of Isaac Johnson, had no son John.”
Robert Johnson and grandfather of Abraham Johnson, was married three times with the last marriage being in Rutland. According to Ms. Hotchkiss this suggests other children, but she did not find any definite leads to a John Johnson who could have married in 1613 in Ware, Hertfordshire, England.

Theory #6…. John Johnson and Alice Prior of Ware.
Captain John Johnson is already in America (1630) when this John Johnson was born in Ware, Hertfordshire, England. Thus, he is not our Captain John Johnson.

So…. as of this publishing in 2000, it is not known who the parents of John Johnson were. He is currently without family.

Madness, indeed.


Monday Madness – a few of them Morgans

This is an excerpt from a letter, referring to the children of George William Morgan (1844-1892) that I’ve stumbled upon. A generation where TWO of the boys ended up in an “Insane Asylum”. How interesting! What was going on with this family?

Happy Monday Madness!

Hannah Sophia Parks
by Audrey Bissett Swift 4/1998

My grandmother, Hannah Sophia Parks was born in 1848 at Grand Lake, New Brunswick. In 1872 she married George Morgan, a butcher, in Saint John. During her married life she lived on King Street, Guilford Street, and St. James Street: all in West Saint John.

She had six sons and two daughters. William, the oldest, was born in 1873 and Emma, the youngest was born in 1889. Emma died as an infant and so Hannah was left with 7 children who lived into adulthood. My mother [Harriet] was blamed for Emma’s death for she had taken Emma up into the hay loft and then she dropped Emma who landed on her head after falling to ground level. Emma died a few months later.

A turning point in Hannah’s life and the lives of her children was when her husband died of TB in the fall of 1892.

…Hannah was troubled with rheumatism during the period that I knew her. Her father also suffered from this affection. She spent most of her time sitting in a rocking chair and when she walked, she would use a cane and shuffle along.

When her husband died the oldest son, William (Willie) was 19 years old. He took over all the decision making responsibilities for the family. My mother [Harriet] was 8 or 9 years old at this time. She was taken out of school and placed in a sewing factory where she learned to become a seamstress. When we were young she made all our clothes right down to the underwear. When she was 14, Charles Bissett age 23, asked her to marry him. She refused and he went to her brother William and he gave permission. He informed Hattie that the family would no longer support her. Hattie relented and was married shortly after.

During this time, William ran the business of supplying meat to butchers in West Saint John and Saint John. ….

The next son was Albert (Allie) who worked for the Postal Service, was unmarried and always lived with Nana. He was very odd and in hind sight I cannot understand how he held a job. He never talked and his room was off limits. He had a parrot that would scream ‘get out’ when the door was opened. As children we would sneak into his room when he was not home. The walls were covered with stuffed animal heads. At one time Allie had a live monkey and we were scared to death of it. Finally the monkey learned to open the door and Allie had to keep the door locked. One day he forgot to lock the door and the monkey got out room and then out of the house. Allie never found his monkey. Allie lived in the house after Nana died. One night there was a fire in his room and he died. All the neighbors knew that he kept his money buried on the property, and when the family got to the house the yard was dug over. Days later there were a few new cars in the neighborhood.

Walter was the next son and he moved to the Pennsylvania. He married and had three children. He was a carpenter. Later he moved to Malden, MA and his two daughters lived in Melrose, MA and where known to their cousins. His son, Harold Morgan, lived in Hawaii.

Next came Mitchel. As a young man, he found work in Toledo, Ohio. He never married. He had some mental problem in Ohio and my mother was contacted. As he was Canadian, he couldn’t be hospitalized in the States. She arranged for him to come from Ohio to Massachusetts on the train and he stayed with us for a while. One day while in Malden center, he took off all his clothes and was brought home by the police. My mother then took him to Saint John were he was institutionalized at the Fairville Insane Asylum. Every once in a while Nana would bring Mitchel home and he would end up smashing the plate glass window in the store. After the second time, she never brought him home again. He spent his whole life in Fairville. When we would visit, Mitchel would always say that he didn’t belong there with mental patients and he wasn’t like them.

The next to the youngest son was Fred. He left home at an early age and went to Montreal. There he married a French woman with children. After Allie died in the fire, Fred came home and took over the house. He raised angora rabbits for fur and meat. After the death of his wife, her sister lived with him. Later when Fred died, she stayed on and lived alone in the upper floor of the house….

Ernest was the youngest son. He left home at an early age to go out to western Canada with the harvesters. He had a mental breakdown while with the harvesters and was returned to Saint John. His condition must have been worse than Mitchel’s, as he was never brought home. He spent his entire life in Fairville Insane Asylum. When we would visit him he would just sit there and never say anything. Ernest never married.

Monday Madness – Henry Loveall, aka Desolate Baker

This morning’s adventure at Google Books has taken me on a historical journey into the life of Henry Loveall, aka, Desolate Baker. I have always “had”, The History of the Loveall Family in America, written by Michael Sullivan, genealogist and family researcher. However, I’ve found so many wonderful quotes to back up Sullivan’s narrative.

To note, this was an easy search, as Henry Loveall was a note-worthy man; famous for his licentious behavior in the Baptist Church, and well documented.

A few of my finds:

John Houston Harrison, 1975, Settlers by the long grey trail: some pioneers to old Augusta Co., Virginia and their harrison Descendants (Shortened), Google Books, pg 176.

“”…The Chestnut Ridge church, at Baltimore, Maryland, was the 24th oldest church of the Baptists in America….The first pastor of the church was Rev. Henry Loveall, a native of Cambridge, England, and a former resident of Newport, Rhode Island, 1729, and Piscataway, New Jersey, 1730. From New Jersey he removed to Chestnut Ridge, Maryland, in 1742 and to Virginia in 1746. The Rev. Loveall was FORCED TO RESIGN, and in 1751-2 was succeeded by Rev. Samuel Heaton….”.”

Jon Butler, Awash in a sea of faith: Christianizing the American people, Google Books, pg 122.

“”…. in 1728 or 1729 the Piscataway congregation ordained Henry Loveall as its minister, despite an association suggestion that they wait until Loveall had preached to them for a trial period. After ordaining him, the congregation discovered that Loveall was an impostor named Desolate Baker who had changed his name to hide a BIGAMOUS second marriage, sexual LIASONS with slaves and Indians, and even a case of syphilis. The assocation used Piscataway’s predicament to shame it into acknowledging the association’s authority. Nathaniel Jenkins, the association’s correspondent, flippantly observed that Desolate Baker’s alias was all too well suited to “one who loves so well the Black, the swarthy and the White”….”.”

Elder John Sparks, The Roots of Appalachian Christianity: The Life and Legacy of Elder Shubal Stearns, Google Books, pg 20.

“”…. while on the journey he helped ordain a preacher who went by the name of Henry Loveall, who later turned out to be AN ESCAPED CONVICT from Long Island named Desolate Baker who used his position in the General Baptist ministry for several years as a cover for his real identity as well as additional questionable activities….”.”

Julius Friedrich Sachse, The German Sectarians of Pennsylvania: 1742-1800, Google Books, pg. 101.

“….back to Burlington county to visit a hermit or recluse who lived the life of an anchorite near Crosswick Creek, a short distance from Burlington. The Chronicon speaks of him as ‘John Lovell, an old Pythagorean’. Who he was or what connection there was between the Ephrata Brotherhood and this recluse does not appear.
In an old Baptist record, dated 1746, mention is made of one Henry Loveall, or Lovell, who came to New Jersey from New England about 1730-1732 and settled near Piscataqua, three miles east of New Brunswick, and one north of the Raritan river. The town was on the site of an old Indian village, and was a seat of justice as early as 1683. This Loveall, or Lovell, preached to the Baptists there for over two years, and then was ordained.
The old record further states that Lovell was never permitted to administer the holy ordinances, and that he was soon after excommunicated from the church for behaving himself in an eccentric and disorderly manner.
There can be but little doubt that the John Lovell of the Chronicon and the Henry Lovell of the Baptist records were one and the same person. Whether he was, as claimed, identical with the hermit, who lived for almost forty years in the dense pines about four miles east of Burlington, and who, in his obituary notice, is called Francis Furgler, is an interesting question. Whether the name “Lovell” by which the Ephrata Brethren knew the recluse, was his real or assumed name we have no means of knowing. If the name in the obituary was the true one, and it was the same person, there is some possibility of his having originally come from Germany…..”

The latter, mentioning Henry Lovell as also a John Lovell and a potential German recluse, I do not consider factual. There is no data to back this up – where as there is much data acknowledging his true name as Desolate Baker, from Cambridge, England.

Just goes to show that not all is true! It is only one perspective on telling history, and in this case, I consider it false. Still, an interesting look into the Lovell family (who knows what ties Henry Loveall had with existing Lovell’s in old New England).

Again, the fascination with the Loveall family in America is that, so far, everyone surnamed LOVEALL is tied to Desolate Baker. Many have changed their name to LOVELL over the years, which makes things a bit confusing as not all LOVELL’s are attached to the LOVEALL family.

Sounds though that Desolate Baker, aka Henry Loveall (or the other way around) was a licentious man, an “impostor” perhaps. And potentially an escaped convict? Ooh, I’ll have to explore that one more. Definitely fitting for Monday Madness.

Thanks Google Books for thrusting me into a Monday exploration.