Saturday, December 28, 2013

Hendrick Hendricksen Kip is the 9th Great-Grandfather of Jean Hammell

                             * Hendrick Hendricksen Kip
                              (Cir 1600 - Sep 14, 1685)
                                 * Tryntje Lubberts
                               (Cir 1599 - After 1665)
                                 Married May 5, 1624
                                            |
                           * Hendrick Hendricksen Kip
                                (Aug 1633 - 1670)
                                  Anna De Sille
                           (Nov 6, 1640 - May 20, 1711)
                             Married Feb 29, 1659/60
                                            |
                                 * Nicasius Kip
                              (1666 - Oct 10, 1713)
                                  Antie Breyant
                            (Sep 1671 - Jul 31, 1715)
                              Married Dec 20, 1691
                                            |
                                 * Cornelius Kip
                              (Dec 1699 - Dec 1803)
                                   Eva Berdan
                            (Oct 1697 - Feb 20, 1799)
                              Married Sep 17, 1720
                                            |
                                 * Nicholas Kip
                           (Sep 15, 1726 - Dec 3, 1808)
                                 Leah Mandeville
                         (Feb 18, 1739/40 - Jun 7, 1802)
                              Married Feb 14, 1757
                                            |
                                 * Cornelius Kip
                           (Jun 18, 1762 - May 3, 1840)
                               Christina Demarest
                          (Feb 28, 1762 - Feb 20, 1822)
                              Married Apr 13, 1783
                                            |
                                   * John Kip
                          (May 26, 1788 - Mar 11, 1842)
                               Jannetje Van Winkle
                           (Oct 5, 1790 - Aug 23, 1876)
                              Married Dec 22, 1811
                                            |
                                  * Walling Kip
                          (Nov 12, 1818 - Mar 12, 1880)
                                Ann Van Blarcome
                           (Nov 2, 1821 - Aug 5, 1889)
                              Married Feb 20, 1840
                                            |
                                * John Wallin Kip
                            (Feb 13, 1843 - Feb 1933)
                                 Mary W. Winans
                              (Mar 14, 1845 - 1927)
                               Married Nov 2, 1871
                                            |
                                Andrew Foulds Jr
                           (Dec 6, 1872 - Dec 2, 1947)
                               * Mabel Winans Kip
                           (Feb 1, 1873 - Jun 9, 1954)
                              Married Apr 22, 1897
                                            |
                                Harold P. Hammell
                             (Dec 1897 -           )
                               * Marian Kip Foulds
                           (Jun 12, 1898 -           )
                               Married Sep 8, 1923
                                            |
                                 * Jean Hammell
                           (Jul 26, 1924 -           )

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to my readers.
Please promote the blog to other family members.

Best Wishes for 2014.
Edward

KNICKERBOCKER'S HISTORY OF NEW YORK and the Kip Surname

This is an interesting thought on how Hendrick Hendricksen (Kip) acquired the surname Kip in New Amsterdam.  Keep in mind he was not using the surname Kip before he emigrated from the Netherlands. He emigrated sometime between 1637 and 1643. By 1643 he was called Hendrick Kip (or Kyp).
See Section in Bold below.




KNICKERBOCKER'S HISTORY OF NEW YORK

COMPLETE

BY
WASHINGTON IRVING

CHICAGO
W.B. CONKEY COMPANY
PUBLISHERS

Project Gutenburg. EBook 2004.

Volume I
Book II
Chapter IV

And now the rosy blush of morn began to mantle in the east, and soon the rising sun, emerging from amidst golden and purple clouds, shed his blithesome rays on the tin weathercocks of Communipaw. It was that delicious season of the year when Nature, breaking from the chilling thraldom of old winter, like a blooming damsel from the tyranny of a sordid old father, threw herself, blushing with ten thousand charms, into the arms of youthful Spring. Every tufted copse and blooming grove resounded with the notes of hymeneal love. The very insects, as they sipped the dew that gemmed the tender grass of the meadows, joined in the joyous epithalamium—the virgin bud timidly put forth its blushes, "the voice of the turtle was heard in the land," and the heart of man dissolved away in tenderness. Oh, sweet Theocritus! had I thine oaten reed, wherewith thou erst did charm the gay Sicilian plains; or, oh, gentle Bion! thy pastoral pipe wherein the happy swains of the Lesbian isle so much delighted, then might I attempt to sing, in soft Bucolic or negligent Idyllium, the rural beauties of the scene; but having nothing, save this jaded goose-quill, wherewith to wing my flight, I must fain resign all poetic disportings of the fancy, and pursue my narrative in humble prose; comforting myself with the hope, that though it may not steal so sweetly upon the imagination of my reader, yet it may commend itself, with virgin modesty, to his better judgment, clothed in the chaste and simple garb of truth.

No sooner did the first rays of cheerful Phoebus dart into the windows of Communipaw than the little settlement was all in motion. Forth issued from his castle the sage Van Kortlandt, and seizing a conch shell, blew a far-resounding blast, that soon summoned all his lusty followers. Then did they trudge resolutely down to the water side, escorted by a multitude of relatives and friends, who all went down, as the common phrase expresses it, "to see them off." And this shows the antiquity of those long family processions, often seen in our city, composed of all ages, sizes, and sexes, laden with bundles and bandboxes, escorting some bevy of country cousins about to depart for home in a market-boat.

The good Oloffe bestowed his forces in a squadron of three canoes, and hoisted his flag on board a little round Dutch boat, shaped not unlike a tub, which had formerly been the jolly-boat of the Goede Vrouw. And now, all being embarked, they bade farewell to the gazing throng upon the beach, who continued shouting after them, even when out of hearing, wishing them a happy voyage, advising them to take good care of themselves, not to get drowned—with an abundance of other of those sage and invaluable cautions generally given by landsmen to such as go down to the sea in ships, and adventure upon the deep waters. In the meanwhile the voyagers cheerily urged their course across the crystal bosom of the bay, and soon left behind them the green shores of ancient Pavonia.

And first they touched at two small islands which lie nearly opposite Communipaw, and which are said to have been brought into existence about the time of the great irruption of the Hudson, when it broke through the Highlands and made its way to the ocean.[27] For, in this tremendous uproar of the waters we are told that many huge fragments of rock and land were rent from the mountains and swept down by this runaway river, for sixty or seventy miles; where some of them ran aground on the shoals just opposite Communipaw, and formed the identical islands in question, while others drifted out to sea, and were never heard of more. A sufficient proof of the fact is, that the rock which forms the bases of these islands is exactly similar to that of the Highlands; and moreover, one of our philosophers, who has diligently compared the agreement of their respective surfaces, has even gone so far as to assure me, in confidence, that Gibbet Island was originally nothing more nor less than a wart on Anthony's nose.[28]

Leaving these wonderful little isles, they next coasted by Governor's Island, since terrible from its frowning fortress and grinning batteries. They would by no means, however, land upon this island, since they doubted much it might be the abode of demons and spirits, which in those days did greatly abound throughout this savage and pagan country.

Just at this time a shoal of jolly porpoises came rolling and tumbling by, turning up their sleek sides to the sun, and spouting up the briny element in sparkling showers. No sooner did the sage Oloffe mark this than he was greatly rejoiced. "This," exclaimed he, "if I mistake not, augurs well—the porpoise is a fat, well-conditioned fish—a burgomaster among fishes—his looks betoken ease, plenty, and prosperity. I greatly admire this round fat fish, and doubt not but this is a happy omen of the success of our undertaking." So saying, he directed his squadron to steer in the track of these alderman fishes.

Turning, therefore, directly to the left, they swept up the strait, vulgarly called the East River. And here the rapid tide which courses through this strait, seizing on the gallant tub in which Commodore Van Kortlandt had embarked, hurried it forward with a velocity unparalleled in a Dutch boat, navigated by Dutchmen; insomuch that the good commodore, who had all his life long been accustomed only to the drowsy navigation of canals, was more than ever convinced that they were in the hands of some supernatural power, and that the jolly porpoises were towing them to some fair haven that was to fulfill all their wishes and expectations.

Thus borne away by the resistless current, they doubled that boisterous point of land since called Corlear's Hook,[29] and leaving to the right the rich winding cove of the Wallabout, they drifted into a magnificent expanse of water, surrounded by pleasant shores, whose verdure was exceedingly refreshing to the eye. While the voyagers were looking around them, on what they conceived to be a serene and sunny lake, they beheld at a distance a crew of painted savages busily employed in fishing, who seemed more like the genii of this romantic region—their slender canoe lightly balanced like a feather on the undulating surface of the bay.

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At sight of these the hearts of the heroes of Communipaw were not a little troubled. But as good fortune would have it, at the bow of the commodore's boat was stationed a valiant man, named Hendrick Kip (which, being interpreted, means chicken, a name given him in token of his courage).

No sooner did he behold these varlet heathens, than he trembled with excessive valor, and although a good half mile distant, he seized a musketoon that lay at hand, and turning away his head, fired it most intrepidly in the face of the blessed sun. The blundering weapon recoiled, and gave the valiant Kip an ignominious kick, which laid him prostrate with uplifted heels in the bottom of the boat. But such was the effect of this tremendous fire, that the wild men of the woods, struck with consternation, seized hastily upon their paddles, and shot away into one of the deep inlets of the Long Island shore.

This signal victory gave new spirits to the voyagers, and in honor of the achievement they gave the name of the valiant Kip to the surrounding bay, and it has continued to be called Kip's Bay from that time to the present. The heart of the good Van Kortlandt—who, having no land of his own, was a great admirer of other people's—expanded to the full size of a peppercorn at the sumptuous prospect of rich unsettled country around him, and falling into a delicious reverie, he straightway began to riot in the possession of vast meadows of salt marsh and interminable patches of cabbages. From this delectable vision he was all at once awakened by the sudden turning of the tide, which would soon have hurried him from this land of promise, had not the discreet navigator given signal to steer for shore; where they accordingly landed hard by the rocky heights of Bellevue—that happy retreat where our jolly aldermen eat for the good of the city, and fatten the turtle that are sacrificed on civic solemnities.

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Here, seated on the greensward, by the side of a small stream that ran sparkling among the grass, they refreshed themselves after the toils of the seas by feasting lustily on the ample stores which they had provided for this perilous voyage. Thus having well fortified their deliberate powers, they fell into an earnest consultation what was further to be done. This was the first council dinner ever eaten at Bellevue by Christian burghers; and here, as tradition relates, did originate the great family feud between the Hardenbroecks and the Tenbroecks, which afterwards had a singular influence on the building of the city. The sturdy Harden Broeck, whose eyes had been wondrously delighted with the salt marshes which spread their reeking bosoms along the coast, at the bottom of Kip's Bay, counseled by all means to return thither, and found the intended city. This was strenuously opposed by the unbending Ten Broeck, and many testy arguments passed between them. The particulars of this controversy have not reached us, which is ever to be lamented; this much is certain, that the sage Oloffe put an end to the dispute, by determining to explore still farther in the route which the mysterious porpoises had so clearly pointed out; whereupon the sturdy Tough Breeches abandoned the expedition, took possession of a neighboring hill, and in a fit of great wrath peopled all that tract of country, which has continued to be inhabited by the Hardenbroecks unto this very day.



By this time the jolly Phoebus, like some wanton urchin sporting on the side of a green hill, began to roll down the declivity of the heavens; and now, the tide having once more turned in their favor, the Pavonians again committed themselves to its discretion, and coasting along the western shores, were borne towards the straits of Blackwell's Island.

And here the capricious wanderings of the current occasioned not a little marvel and perplexity to these illustrious mariners. Now would they be caught by the wanton eddies, and, sweeping round a jutting point, would wind deep into some romantic little cove, that indented the fair island of Manna-hata; now were they hurried narrowly by the very bases of impending rocks, mantled with the flaunting grape-vine, and crowned with groves, which threw a broad shade on the waves beneath; and anon they were borne away into the mid-channel and wafted along with a rapidity that very much discomposed the sage Van Kortlandt, who, as he saw the land swiftly receding on either side, began exceedingly to doubt that terra firma was giving them the slip.

Wherever the voyagers turned their eyes a new creation seemed to bloom around. No signs of human thrift appeared to check the delicious wildness of Nature, who here reveled in all her luxuriant variety. Those hills, now bristled like the fretful porcupine, with rows of poplars (vain upstart plants! minions of wealth and fashion!), were then adorned with the vigorous natives of the soil—the lordly oak, the generous chestnut, the graceful elm—while here and there the tulip-tree reared its majestic head, the giant of the forest. Where now are seen the gay retreats of luxury—villas half buried in twilight bowers, whence the amorous flute oft breathes the sighings of some city swain—there the fish-hawk built his solitary nest, on some dry tree that overlooked his watery domain. The timid deer fed undisturbed along those shores now hallowed by the lover's moonlight walk, and printed by the slender foot of beauty; and a savage solitude extended over those happy regions, where now are reared the stately towers of the Joneses, the Schermerhornes, and the Rhinelanders.

Thus gliding in silent wonder through these new and unknown scenes, the gallant squadron of Pavonia swept by the foot of a promontory, which strutted forth boldly into the waves, and seemed to frown upon them as they brawled against its base. This is the bluff well known to modern mariners by the name of Gracie's Point, from the fair castle which, like an elephant, it carries upon its back. And here broke upon their view a wild and varied prospect, where land and water were beauteously intermingled, as though they had combined to heighten and set off each other's charms. To their right lay the sedgy point of Blackwell's Island, dressed in the fresh garniture of living green; beyond it stretched the pleasant coast of Sundswick, and the small harbor well known by the name of Hallet's Cove—a place infamous in latter days, by reason of its being the haunt of pirates who infest these seas, robbing orchards and water-melon patches, and insulting gentlemen navigators when voyaging in their pleasure boats. To the left a deep bay, or rather creek, gracefully receded between shores fringed with forests, and forming a kind of vista through which were beheld the sylvan regions of Haerlem, Morrissania, and East Chester. Here the eye reposed with delight on a richly weeded country, diversified by tufted knolls, shadowy intervals, and waving lines of upland, swelling above each other; while over the whole the purple mists of spring diffused a hue of soft voluptuousness.

Just before them the grand course of the stream, making a sudden bend, wound among embowered promontories and shores of emerald verdure that seemed to melt into the wave. A character of gentleness and mild fertility prevailed around. The sun had just descended, and the thin haze of twilight, like a transparent veil drawn over the bosom of virgin beauty, heightened the charms which it half concealed.

Ah! witching scenes of foul delusion! Ah! hapless voyagers, gazing with simple wonder on these Circean shores! Such, alas! are they, poor easy souls, who listen to the seductions of a wicked world; treacherous are its smiles, fatal its caresses! He who yields to its enticements launches upon a whelming tide, and trusts his feeble bark among the dimpling eddies of a whirlpool! And thus it fared with the worthies of Pavonia, who, little mistrusting the guileful sense before them, drifted quietly on, until they were aroused by an uncommon tossing and agitation of their vessels. For now the late dimpling current began to brawl around them, and the waves to boil and foam with horrible fury. Awakened as if from a dream, the astonished Oloffe bawled aloud to put about, but his words were lost amid the roaring of the waters. And now ensued a scene of direful consternation. At one time they were borne with dreadful velocity among tumultuous breakers; at another, hurried down boisterous rapids. Now they were nearly dashed upon the Hen and Chickens (infamous rocks! more voracious than Scylla and her whelps!); and anon they seemed sinking into yawning gulfs, that threatened to entomb them beneath the waves. All the elements combined to produce a hideous confusion. The waters raged—the winds howled—and as they were hurried along several of the astonished mariners beheld the rocks and trees of the neighboring shores driving through the air!

At length the mighty tub of Commodore Van Kortlandt was drawn into the vortex of that tremendous whirlpool called the Pot, where it was whirled about in giddy mazes, until the senses of the good commander and his crew were overpowered by the horror of the scene, and the strangeness of the revolution.

How the gallant squadron of Pavonia was snatched from the jaws of this modern Charybdis has never been truly made known, for so many survived to tell the tale, and, what is still more wonderful, told it in so many different ways, that there has ever prevailed a great variety of opinions on the subject.

As to the commodore and his crew, when they came to their senses they found themselves stranded on the Long Island shore. The worthy commodore, indeed, used to relate many and wonderful stories of his adventures in this time of peril; how that he saw specters flying in the air, and heard the yelling of hobgoblins, and put his hand into the pot when they were whirled round, and found the water scalding hot, and beheld several uncouth-looking beings seated on rocks and skimming it with huge ladles; but particularly he declared with great exultation, that he saw the losel porpoises, which had betrayed them into this peril, some broiling on the Gridiron, and others hissing on the Frying-pan!

These, however, were considered by many as mere phantasies of the commodore, while he lay in a trance, especially as he was known to be given to dreaming; and the truth of them has never been clearly ascertained. It is certain, however, that to the accounts of Oloffe and his followers may be traced the various traditions handed down of this marvelous strait—as how the devil has been seen there, sitting astride of the Hog's Back and playing on the fiddle—how he broils fish there before a storm; and many other stories, in which we must be cautious of putting too much faith. In consequence of all these terrific circumstances, the Pavonian commander gave this pass the name of Helle-gat, or, as it has been interpreted, Hell-gate;[30] which it continues to bear at the present day.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Rathbun-Rathbone-Rathburn Family Reunion 2013


RRRIFA July 15 to 18

This reunion is held every two years and because of my illness in 2011, I was unable to attend the reunion in Washington, DC in 2011.  Previous to that we had attended reunions in Utica, New York, Warwick, Rhode Island and Fort Wayne, Indiana.

I wanted to attend this reunion in Newport, Rhode Island, because it gave me another opportunity to visit Block Island, where the Rathbun family settled about 1654.  The original settler was John Rathbun (1639-1702), who married Margaret Acres (1633-aft 1716).  I am descended from his son John Rathbun Jr. (1655-bef 1723), who married Anna Dodge.  My Rathbun descent then goes down through 6 generations to my great grandmother Mercy Ann Rathbun (July 13, 1856-April 26, 1930), who married William Henry Link (July 19, 1850-Feb. 26, 1899).

It is a long drive to Rhode Island so we headed off on the Sunday heading for a hotel at Windsor Locks, Connecticut, just above Hartford.  We have stayed here several times and it is a reasonable and nice hotel.  There is also a Cracker Barrel next door and an Italian Restaurant across the road, so food is nearby.

The next day we needed to be in Newport Rhode Island by late afternoon.  Along the way we did some cemetery shunpiking, which I will talk about in another blog post.  This involved cemeteries in the Old Lyme area at the mouth of the Connecticut River.  We also spent some time locating a monument to Nathaniel Foote in Wethersfield, CT.  Nathaniel was a founder of Wethersfield.  The funny part is that we had no specific directions to find it and everyone we asked didn’t know anything about it.  However, a caretaker in the Old Cemetery, talked to us and looked at the picture we had and suggested it might be located on the Green.  He pointed in the direction of the Green and we found the monument there.

We also visited Windsor, CT to see the village green and locate the Windsor Historical Society which I will have to visit some day.  Two of my ancestors were founding families of Windsor.  They were Thomas Dibble and Joseph Loomis.  There are two large monuments on the village green.  The first monument is to Major John Mason a founder of Windsor.  The second monument is for the passengers of the Mary and John who migrated to Windsor about 1635.  It is said that Thomas Dibble and Joseph Loomis were on the ship, but it would seem there are differing views on this.

We arrived at Newport around 4 p.m., after crossing the Jamestown Bridge to Jamestown and then the Claiborne Pell Bridge to Newport.  After settling into our room we dropped by the Family Hospitality room to check in, get our name tags and say hello.  In the evening there was a welcome buffet in the dining room of the hotel.  Lots of food and this is when we started meeting my relatives.

After dinner, the group held their formal reunion meeting which included presenting awards and recognition certificates to family who contributed to the association.  Previously, I had been asked to join the family association board.  I agreed to this after some thought and the nomination was accepted at the meeting.  They wanted to make it an international association.

Tuesday had been set aside for a trolley tour of Newport, but we decided to tour around on our own.  I had visited Newport 20 or so years ago on business and did not really see much of the city except for one of the mansions where we had a formal dinner.  So with the help of our GPS and local maps we took off for the first beach area where we found a parking spot.  We then walked part of the famous Cliff walk, which passes behind many of the mansions.  We went all the way to one of the more famous mansion, The Breakers.  We then headed back to our car and went for a walk on the first beach.  It was very sandy, and we waded along the beach. There was lots of reddish seaweed being washed ashore.  We found out later that there were little crawly creatures being washed in as well.  Nice walk with lots of sun.  We then got back in the car and drove along the coast to see the second and third beaches.  There is lots of sand in this area and I can see why many people take their vacation there.

Having had lots of sun we decided to go back downtown and visit the harbour area for lunch.  On our way we drove around the Ocean Drive and then past more of the mansions.  After finding parking, we wandered around for a while looking for a restaurant and finally decided on the Aquidneck Lobster Company.  The entrance was a bit dumpy but the restaurant area was on the end of the pier, so we had a good look at the boats and the harbour.  We both had Lobster salad rolls for lunch with a salad and French fries.  This was a tasty and filling meal.  We then went for ice cream shakes at Ben and Jerrys.

By the time we were done with lunch (Dinner), it was time to head back to the hotel for my first board meeting. The meeting went well.  I volunteered to setup a Facebook page for the Association.
In the evening we visited the Hospitality room where we displayed my ancestral fan chart for all of my fathers and mothers families and chatted with family members.

Wednesday was the big day with the activities mapped out for a fast ferry ride from Newport harbour to Block Island.  The ferry had a top speed of about 25 knots, so the trip took about an hour.  We arrived around 10 a.m. and then boarded a bus which took us to Settler’s Rock located on Sandy Point.  The plaque lists the first settlers of Block Island.  After that we had a brief tour of other areas of the island and then made a stop at Island Cemetery.  This is where the Rathbun family association had erected a monument to the family.  Everyone had a good look around and a wreath was left at the site.  We also found the monument erected for Tristrum Dodge the father of Anna Dodge.
I think everyone was a bit tired after the trip and the sun and we then headed back to the Old Harbour where we had lunch on the porch of the National Hotel.  A welcome meal, with a daiquiri helped quench the thirst.  We had a long chat with members of the family.

We then had several hours to look around while waiting for the return ferry to Newport.  So we looked around the shops, had some gelato ice cream, walked a bit and spent an hour or so at the Block Island Historical Society, some of it sitting on the porch in the shade.  Keep in mind this trip took place during the week long heat wave the covered most of New England and the north east of the US and into Ontario.  Everyone was ready for the ferry back to Newport.  The ride was pleasant and the passenger cabins were air conditioned.

Thursday was a free day for the reunion so we decided to leave in the morning and head toward Ridgefield, Connecticut to do some more Cemetery shunpiking.   After that we headed back to Windsor Locks to our hotel.  We had arranged to meet an acquaintance for supper.  She does proofreading for the Journal I edit for the Ottawa Branch OGS and lives in Connecticut.  We had a pleasant meal at the Italian restaurant across from the hotel and then returned to the hotel lobby to chat for a bit longer.  A very pleasant evening!

 
Friday was a day to do some family research.  We spent the morning at the Connecticut Society of Genealogists in East Hartford.  We looked at their ancestor files, some vertical files and a few books. The real treasure trove, however, was the Connecticut Historical Society which we visited in the afternoon.  Their collection of family books was very good.  We would need several days to look at them.  The interesting part was their collection of vertical files.  To see them you had to provide the family name and someone would then go into their stacks and pick out the packages associated with the surnames.  These were very thick packages.  We took a number of photos of pages to review later.
We had decided that Saturday would be a fun day.  We were still at Windsor Locks, Connecticut.  We headed south again towards Long Island Sound to a place called Essex, Connecticut.  Here you will find the Essex Steam Train and Riverboat.  We arrived in time to obtain tickets for the 11 a.m. departure.  We bought tickets for the open car as it was so hot.  Also taking place that day was the Circus train and Big Top show.

After we boarded, the train crew went through their departure routine and we headed off with bells dining and whistle blasting.  It was nice to hear the steam whistle again.  We did have a steam train ride in Lancaster, PA in May.  We went about 12 miles along the tracks and then backed up to an area where we took the Becky Thatcher for a ride on the Connecticut River.  It is a simulated Mississippi style riverboat.  We probably traveled about another 12 miles upriver and turned around at the East Haddam swing bridge.  Along the way we had glimpses of Gillette Castle, and a wild life area.  This ride was interesting as many of my early New England ancestors would have traveled this river by boat.

We spent some time in the gift shop and then stayed to watch the next train leave.  We learned along the way that the steam engine they use for the trips was constructed in China!  Oh well!

That completed our week away from home, so we headed back to our hotel to pack and head off for home on Sunday.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Hendrick Hendricksen Kip is the 7th Great-Grandfather of Wesley A Kipp

                             * Hendrick Hendricksen Kip
                              (Cir 1600 - Sep 14, 1685)
                                 * Tryntje Lubberts
                               (Cir 1599 - After 1665)
                                 Married May 5, 1624
                                            |
                           * Hendrick Hendricksen Kip
                                (Aug 1633 - 1670)
                                  Anna De Sille
                           (Nov 6, 1640 - May 20, 1711)
                             Married Feb 29, 1659/60
                                            |
                                 * Nicasius Kip
                              (1666 - Oct 10, 1713)
                                  Antie Breyant
                            (Sep 1671 - Jul 31, 1715)
                              Married Dec 20, 1691
                                            |
                                 * Hendrick Kip
                              (1693 - Mar 10, 1778)
                                Geertruy Van Dien
                            (Abt 1697 - Oct 22, 1776)
                              Married Jul 24, 1714
                                            |
                                  * Nicasie Kip
                               (1720 -           )
                                  Lea Vreeland
                             (Mar 10, 1722/23 - 1790)
                              Married Nov 11, 1750
                                            |
                                 * Isaac N. Kip
                          (May 14, 1756 - Mar 10, 1813)
                                  Mariah Banta
                          (Mar 25, 1759 - Jun 17, 1836)
                              Married Nov 22, 1779
                                            |
                                  * David Kipp
                          (Jan 24, 1783 - Apr 26, 1864)
                               Elizabeth De Graew
                          (Jul 26, 1790 - Mar 16, 1838)
                               Married Jul 5, 1806
                                            |
                              * William DeGraw Kipp
                          (Aug 19, 1812 - Jul 19, 1871)
                                 Elizabeth Banta
                          (Nov 24, 1813 - Jul 30, 1849)
                              Married Sep 15, 1831
                                            |
                                 * David W. Kipp
                          (Sep 27, 1833 - Feb 18, 1901)
                                  Sophia Ferdon
                          (Jun 22, 1836 - Aug 11, 1882)
                                Married Abt 1860
                                            |
                                 * Wesley A Kipp
                              (May 14, 1868 - 1927)

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Hendrick Hendricksen Kip is the 6th Great-Grandfather of Mildred May Kipp

                             * Hendrick Hendricksen Kip
                              (Cir 1600 - Sep 14, 1685)
                                 * Tryntje Lubberts
                               (Cir 1599 - After 1665)
                                 Married May 5, 1624
                                            |
                             * Jacob Hendricksen Kip
                          (May 16, 1631 - Dec 24, 1690)
                              Maria De La Montagne
                         (Jan 25, 1636/37 - Aug 25, 1711)
                             Married Mar 8, 1653/54
                                            |
                                   * Jesse Kip
                            (Dec 16, 1660 - Apr 1722)
                                 Maria Stevenson
                               (1674 - Jun 2, 1724)
                              Married Sep 30, 1695
                                            |
                                 * Benjamin Kip
                              (1714 - May 24, 1782)
                                Dorothy Davenport
                               (1715 - Feb 3, 1807)
                                  Married 1733
                                            |
                                 * William Kipp
                          (Dec 23, 1748 - Oct 19, 1800)
                                  Mary Merritt
                          (May 18, 1752 - Jan 31, 1827)
                               Married Dec 3, 1770
                                            |
                                  * Isaac Kipp
                           (Aug 18, 1774 - Nov 7, 1861)
                                  Mary Washburn
                                  (1784 - 1840)
                                  Married 1797
                                            |
                                  * Reuben Kipp
                           (Mar 31, 1814 - Jan 1, 1874)
                                  Ann Casselman
                          (Jun 17, 1818 - Dec 19, 1882)
                              Married Apr 27, 1843
                                            |
                          * Norman Edward Washburn Kipp
                          (Nov 10, 1854 - Jan 17, 1902)
                            Martha Adiela Schoonover
                           (Dec 12, 1867 - Mar 7, 1942)
                              Married Oct 28, 1883
                                            |
                               * Mildred May Kipp
                           (Jun 9, 1885 - Aug 2, 1964)

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Hendrick Hendricksen Kip is the 7th Great-Grandfather of Louise Ferdon Kipp

                             * Hendrick Hendricksen Kip
                              (Cir 1600 - Sep 14, 1685)
                                 * Tryntje Lubberts
                               (Cir 1599 - After 1665)
                                 Married May 5, 1624
                                            |
                           * Hendrick Hendricksen Kip
                                (Aug 1633 - 1670)
                                  Anna De Sille
                           (Nov 6, 1640 - May 20, 1711)
                             Married Feb 29, 1659/60
                                            |
                                 * Nicasius Kip
                              (1666 - Oct 10, 1713)
                                  Antie Breyant
                            (Sep 1671 - Jul 31, 1715)
                              Married Dec 20, 1691
                                            |
                                 * Hendrick Kip
                              (1693 - Mar 10, 1778)
                                Geertruy Van Dien
                            (Abt 1697 - Oct 22, 1776)
                              Married Jul 24, 1714
                                            |
                                  * Nicasie Kip
                               (1720 -           )
                                  Lea Vreeland
                             (Mar 10, 1722/23 - 1790)
                              Married Nov 11, 1750
                                            |
                                 * Isaac N. Kip
                          (May 14, 1756 - Mar 10, 1813)
                                  Mariah Banta
                          (Mar 25, 1759 - Jun 17, 1836)
                              Married Nov 22, 1779
                                            |
                                  * David Kipp
                          (Jan 24, 1783 - Apr 26, 1864)
                               Elizabeth De Graew
                          (Jul 26, 1790 - Mar 16, 1838)
                               Married Jul 5, 1806
                                            |
                              * William DeGraw Kipp
                          (Aug 19, 1812 - Jul 19, 1871)
                                 Elizabeth Banta
                          (Nov 24, 1813 - Jul 30, 1849)
                              Married Sep 15, 1831
                                            |
                                 * David W. Kipp
                          (Sep 27, 1833 - Feb 18, 1901)
                                  Sophia Ferdon
                          (Jun 22, 1836 - Aug 11, 1882)
                                Married Abt 1860
                                            |
                              * Louise Ferdon Kipp
                          (Apr 13, 1862 - Mar 15, 1943)