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Israel Hicks & Abigail Carlisle, Family of Pre-Loyalists and Loyalists

Israel Hicks was born about 1785 in New Brunswick, Canada. Looking at his year of birth, you might assume that he was the child of Loyalists who fled the newly formed United States in 1783 at the close of the Revolutionary War, but, in this case, you would be mistaken.

Israel was actually the son of Ira Hicks, born in 1761 in Warren, Bristol County, Rhode Island and grandson of Samuel Hicks and Thankful Bowen. The Hicks were Pre-Loyalists with Samuel and Thankful moving their young family from Rhode Island to New Brunswick, Canada not long after baby Ira’s 1761 birth.

Abigail Carlisle was the daughter of Robert and Catherine (MNU) Carlisle, born about 1793, also in New Brunswick, Canada. Robert IS considered to be a Loyalist, although I would not call him that in the technical sense of the word. His military service during the Revolution was to help guard Nova Scotia from attack. I have found no evidence that he ever lived in the former colonies before or during the war. He was a loyal subject of the king, but not one who lived in America.

Israel Hicks and Abigail Carlisle married on 9 March 1819 in Shediac, Westmorland County, New Brunswick, Canada. The Carlisle family lived in Sussex Vale,  Kings County, New Brunswick so I am not sure what she was doing in Shediac.

Sussex Vale to Shediac
Source: Bing Maps

The two towns are 65-70 miles apart, which was quite a trip in 1819. After they married, they settled down in Buctouche, Kent County, New Brunswick, which is a further 20+ north of Shediac.

Shediac, north to Buctouche

Israel and Abigail Hicks had eight children, but I know little about most of them. I am hoping some Canadian cousins might see this post and get in touch with me.

(Israel’s and Abigail’s children are left aligned; their grandchildren are bulleted.)

Children, probably all born in Buctouche:

Ira, born 3 September 1821; died 11 September 1908, McKees Mills, Kent County, New Brunswick; married Matilda Abrams, 25 November 1844, Kent County, New Brunswick. Ira and Matilda have descendants, who I believe mostly live in Canada.

Ira and Matilda had eight children:

  • Abigail, born 12 August 1845; died 27 November 1908; married Duncan McKay, 30 June 1880
  • Deborah, born 1847; married Peleg S. Jones, 21 June 1877
  • Abram, born 1852; died 1928; married Mary E. MacFarlane
  • Jane, born 1855; married Charles Geddes
  • Ephraim H., born 1857; died 1921; married Margaret Hyslop
  • James Ira, born 1859; died 1938; married Harriet Jane Sherwood
  • Elida Felicia, born 1863; died 1946; married Robert McConnell
  • Emma Elizabeth, born 1 April 1866; married Willard Jones

Polly, born about 1823

Ephraim, born about 1825

William, born about 1827

David Harris, born December 1829; died 27 September 1853, Meddybemps, Washington County, Maine; unmarried. He was likely visiting or living with sister Elida, her husband and their family when he died.

Charles, born about 1831

Elida Ann, born 1833; died 20 February 1914, Calais, Washington, Maine; married Charles Augustus Stewart, 6 July 1850, Calais, Washington, Maine. Charles and Elida have descendants, all living in the U.S., as far as I know.

Elida and Charles Stewart/Stuart had eight children:

  • Wallace Newmarch, born May 1851; died 20 April 1882; married Annie M. Seymour
  • Permelia M., born December 1852; died 22 June 1854
  • Felicia, born September 1854; died 22 August 1861
  • Harry Weston, born June 1857; died 20 July 1911; married Nancy Gilman Aldrich
  • Melissa E., born 4 August 1859; died 11 May 1921; married Frederick Austin Findley; had no children
  • Carey M., born November 1866; died 18 February 1869
  • William C., born March 1868; died after 1940; married Josephine M. Sadler
  • Annie Maude, born 24 June 1874; died 10 September 1940; married Charles Edwin Adams, 21 September 1898

Valentine, born December 1834; died 20 March 1912, Bangor, Penobscot, Maine, but he is buried in Robbinston; married Mary Ellen Noddin, about 1862, probably in New Brunswick, Canada.

In 1850, Valentine was a 15 year old laborer living in the home of Phillip Boyden in Robbinston. Valentine and Mary were living in Robbinston, Washington County, Maine in 1900. She reported having given birth to nine children, five living. Robbinston was close to Meddybemps, where sister Elida lived.

Valentine and Mary had nine children, eight of whom have been identified:

  • Harris M., born 1863; died 1884 in an accident in the woods; unmarried.
  • George L., born May 1864; died 24 June 1887; unmarried.
  • Howard, born 1866; no further record, but by process of elimination, he must be the fifth child living in 1900 and 1910. It is possible that Howard returned to Canada to live. He is not the Howard Hicks living inFalmouth, ME in 1900. Some Believe he is the Howard living in Kittitas, WA in 1900 and onwards. However, in 1900, he is next door to the family of a Manfred HIcks, age 60, which might be coincidence since Hicks is a common name, but he might be a son of that Manfred.
  • Carrie Maud – born August 1869; married Clifford S. Lovell, 20 November 1890, Robbinston, ME. He was from Middleboro, MA.
  • Eliza Evelyn, born 24 May 1872; died 14 August 1935; married Walter F. Anderson, 14 October 1893. He was from Stoneham, MA.
  • Israel Lindsey, born 19 August 1874; died 27 December 1894 of tuberculosis; unmarried.
  • Lucy M., born 8 September 1876; married Howard Cline, 26 February 1894, Robbinston, ME. He was from Middleboro, MA.
  • Mary Etta, born 19 November 1878; no further record.

Israel Hicks died before 9 December 1835, when his estate was administered. He was only about 50 when he died and left widow Abigail with children ranging in age from 14 to a few months old to raise on her own.

Abigail never remarried. She died 27 March 1871 in Meddybemps, where, like son David, she was either visiting or living with daughter Elida’s family and is buried in the Charlotte, Maine Cemetery near other Stuart family members.

“Abigal Hicks”

Israel Hicks, Ancestral Land Petition, 1816, Wellington, Kent, New Brunswick, Canada

NOTE: My Jamboree Vendors post will be up tomorrow. There just wasn’t enough time left after driving home from Burbank to Tucson.

Sometimes, I forget about treasures that I’ve collected over the last 3 1/2 decades of family history research. I’ve been renaming and organizing scans of images and came across this one, which is a true treasure to me:

Israel Hicks Land Petition
Israel Hicks, et al., Land Petition in 1816

To His Honor George Stracey Smythe Esquire, President
of His Majesty’s Council and commander in chief in and over
the Province of New Brunswick* * *

The memorial of the Subscribers all Settled in the Parish of Wellington, on the River the buctoush most humbly sheweth

That the several marshes in the said Parish reserved for Public uses
have for more than ten years past have been occupied by Dominic Robishaw on which he cuts a large quantity of Hay annually, and frequently sell it at Four Pounds per Ten        That your memorialists have come into this Parish since that time, and have taken up or purchased lands without any marsh adjoining and have no way to procure Hay to keep a single cow without buying at a high price until they can cultivate their lands.

They therefore pray that your Honor will be pleased to take this case into consideration, and order that the said reserved marches may be leased in such a way that the applicants and others in similar Situations may each have the benefit of them, and that the monies arising from the leasing of the same may annually be applied in such way as you Honor may be pleased to direct.

And your memorialists as in duty bound will ever pray

Wellington, 7 March 1816

Why is this seemingly ordinary, actually bland, petition such a treasure to me? It’s because of these signatures, written in individual hands.

Original Signatures

“Iseral” Hicks is my 3x great grandfather. John “Carlile” (aka Carlisle) was his brother-in-law, his wife Abigail’s brother. John and Abigail were children of Robert and Catherine Carlisle, my 4x great grandparents. Robert was a Loyalist; another child was another of my 3x great grandparents- Catherine Carlisle who married John Stewart.

The Hicks and Thornton families were pre-Loyalists who migrated from Rhode Island to New Brunswick in the 1760’s. I am related to the Thorntons, as the grandfather of this Titus “Thorton,” also named Titus, was my 4x great grandfather.

This tells me that all were literate. It also helps me place John Carlisle, as I don’t know as much about him as I do some of the other Carlisles.

This document was acquired from the Provincial Archives of New Brunswick, Film F4255, page 912.

Life of Elida Hicks Stuart in late 1800’s Meddybemps

Last year, I took the lazy way out and just posted some jpgs of a biography written about the daily life of my 2x great grandmother. Recently, I read a post from a blogger who wished that more journal and diary entries could be shared by bloggers because they are a resource that is difficult to find for most families. I don’t have any long journals or diaries, but I do have that one biography.

I decided that I had done a disservice to Bertha Stuart Eldridge, who wrote about the daily life of her grandmother, and my 2x great grandmother, Elida A. Hicks Stuart. Bertha passed away at the advanced age of 95 years in 1987, but she had written this short biography many years before that and shared a copy of it with me.

If you have roots in the Calais, Maine area and your family lived outside of the “city” in the late 1800’s, this is probably an excellent reflection about your ancestors, too.

The Biography of Elida Stuart – Grandmother

I have promised for a long time to write about what a remarkable and inspirational character my grandmother, Elida Stuart, was. I lived with her from age 22 months to 5 years when I had to return to my own big family to start school. Considering my tender age I must have been very observant and possessed an almost photographic memory, for to this day I can see her performing the thousand and one tasks that were demanded of a farmer’s wife.

After the cows were milked, I can see her pouring milk into shallow pans and putting them on open shelves in the cellar. Cream would rise to the top overnight which she would skim off and place in cans in the spring house, where it would keep sweet and clean ready for her to churn into butter in a day or so. The spring house was a bubbling icy cold spring housed over to serve as a refrigerator for dairy products. The skim milk was fed to hogs and even chickens and some was put way on the back of the iron cook stove where in time, it became curds and whey.

To get farm products ready to take to market, there would be a chicken killing day. Somehow it didn’t bother me a bit to watch Grammie cut off the heads of the chickens and hang them upside down on the outside shed door to bleed. Next she would plunge them into boiling water to loosen the feathers and pluck them clean as a whistle. With the chickens killed, she would have butter, eggs, and chickens to take to market to exchange for tea, coffee, sugar and flour.

I mustn’t forget the soap making day. She had a big iron kettle like a cannibal kettle under which she would build a fire outdoors. Into it she would put dryed (sic) out fats she had saved for months. She added lye in the right proportion and boiled it all to the exact minute. This boiling concoction was ladled into pans spread out on the ground to cool and I was cautioned to keep strictly away from them. When the pans of fat had congealed to the precise stage, they were cut into bars and put away for drying to be used through the year for washing clothes and for hard cleaning.

Some months in the Fall, there was the apple drying ritual to have apples all ready to make pies and other recipes. Apples were pared, cored and cut into eighths. They were then strung on strings and stretched clear across the kitchen ceiling out of the way. Apples that would ordinarily rot before getting used were preserved in this fashion.

I used to look forward to the huge kettle of hulled corn she would make. For this she used the big kernels of corn usually fed to horses and cows. This corn was cooked all day with a bag of wood ashes. The lye in the ashes softened the hulls so they would rub right off between the hands.

Then there was jelly and preserves to be put up. the berries needed were all at hand: strawberries, raspberries, gooseberries, currants, etc.

She was the family doctor and short trips were made into the pasture and fields gathering herbs to be dried for winter colds, rheumatism and sprains. I can so well remember seeing her gather mullen, pennyroyal, tansy, checkerberry, etc., bringing them home and placing them close to the brick chimney in the attic to slowly dry. On hand, there were cans of lamb tallow for sore chapped hands, goose grease to rub on for chest colds, and believe it or not, bear grease perfumed to use on hair and scalp.

When Fall came, it was hog killing time and she was fit and ready to undertake the task of making use of every part of the hog. She would smoke hams, make hogshead cheese, pickle the feet and even the curly tail was put in the grate in front of the stove to get all crisp and tasty for me. That left only the squeal and with that she could do nothing.

In spite of all this hard work, Grammie was a lady. She took great pride in her slender form and her narrow shapely feet and hands. Every night, her hair in the front was woven on large hairpins and in the morning she had waves resembling marcel waves.

Each week an afternoon was reserved for visiting. She would be dressed in her best dress and there were lace mitts to finish off the wardrobe. There was an open carriage, a dressy robe and a driving horse just cleaned and curried out of this world. I almost never was taken into the house she was visiting but would sit in the wagon and wait. The flies would drive the horse and me almost crazy.

She loved to read – not classics, but good old rousing love stories which she said rested her after a hard day’s work. She would often sit up most all night reading.

I suppose I might include here how she was left alone to manage that huge amount of farm work. On stormy days when there was no outside work to do, the men folk would work in the barn mending wagons and harnesses. On this particular rainy day, Grandpa came in from the barn to lie down saying he didn’t feel good. Pretty soon, he made another try and went out again. In a short time, he was in again and while approaching the couch, fell dead on the kitchen floor. I was just little and didn’t realize the enormity of it but I can remember Grammie half-lifting, half-dragging him to the couch. She tried to revive him by pouring liquor down his throat, but all to no avail. He was dead.

Well, a son, Uncle Will Stuart, came home and took over with her to run the farm and to my young mind, things went on as before. I can realize now what a blow that all must have been to Grammie. After a while, Uncle Will got married and another family of Stuarts was raised in the old farm house.

Elida Ann Hicks was born in 1833 in Buctouche, Kent, New Brunswick, Canada. At the age of 17, she married Charles Stuart, her first cousin, in Calais, Maine. They first lived in the next town over, Charlotte,  and even lived for a short time in nearby Princeton, but the “old farm house” was in Meddybemps. Charles was born on 1 July 1822 in Charlotte and the rainy day on which he died was 24 November 1894. Elida survived him by quite a few years, passing away in Calais on 20 February 1914.