PASSENGER LIST

Pennsylvania Genealogical Society Magazine - 1895

Sailing of the Ship " Submission " in 1682.

The log of the ship “Submission," of which the following is a copy, commences the fourth day of the week, sixth day of the seventh month (September) and ends on the seventh day of the week, the twenty-first day of the eighth month, 1682. 
 
The vessel at this day being near the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay, which appears by the entry made on the nineteenth day of October, at which time the odor from the pines was noticed, "supposing ourselves not to be within 80 leagues." Phineas Pemberton in his record states that they arrived in the Choptank, Maryland, on the second day of ninth month, 1682, thus making the voyage in fifty-eight days from port to port, the last days of the passage not being recorded in the log.
 
As Captain Settle was bound for another port, and the weather being overcast, it is highly probable that upon the twenty-first day of the seventh month he did not know where he was, and therefore did not complete the log.
 
Many of the passengers remained in Maryland for a considerable time (some of them married there), and then walked to Appoquinimink, the lowest section of New Castle County, about forty miles from the place of landing, and twenty miles south of the established town of New Castle.

The most important colonists on the “Submission,' judging from their respective positions in after-life, were Phineas Pemberton and Randle (or Randolph) Blackshaw. Pemberton states in his record that the Blackshaws arrived in Appoquinimink on the fifteenth day of eleventh month, 1683. And as James Harrison, Phineas Pemberton, James Clayton, Randle Blackshaw and Ellis Jones with their families were residents of Bucks County in 1684, it is evident that they did not remain in the lower county long.
 

Visit to Ocean

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Oh, the Ocean

Fabulous, man!
We were rolling at 5:30, hit the beach a little after 7. We would have missed sunrise by about 10 minutes, if there had been any sunrise. This part of the FL coast almost always has a cloud bank on the eastern horizon at that time of day. So we watched an angry sea in a 40 mile wind, and in 20 minutes the sun emerged over the clouds.

This morning there were ripple-like clouds in the sky, and the hidden sun painted them with delicate pastel colors-- for only a few minutes; we were glad we were there.

Comfortably togged out in the big coat sister Joel had given me after Austin died; Ellie had less covering and had to find a protected nook. 15 minutes there in the wind made the whole trip well worth while, but there's more!

The ospreys! ! Oh my! They would hang in that gale like you may sit in your living room. They got back behind the water, luring the fish to the surface (the wind was driving the fish right to the osprey's table!). About 150 feet above the surface they would drift against the wind (really!) until suddenly--wham! Down like a dive bomber' I mean straight down, vertically! They lazily stop an inch above the surface, delicately dip their beat into the water (or is it their claw?) and rise into the air with a good sized fish. High into the air they would rise and go off somewhere to enjoy breakfast, or maybe to feed the babies.

The day progressed with complete satisfaction. We drove up the coast to St. Augustine. This is one of the few places on the East Coast (aside from South Florida) where you can drive along and enjoy the waves, the birds, God's good earth almost like it was in the beginning.

Glory

Posted to Friendly Skripture Study

Isaiah 6:1-3
"[1] In the year that king Uzziah died I saw also the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple.
[2] Above it stood the seraphims: each one had six wings; with twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly.
[3] And one cried unto another, and said, Holy, holy, holy, is the LORD of hosts: the whole earth is full of his glory.
[4] And the posts of the door moved at the voice of him that cried, and the house was filled with smoke.
[5] Then said I, Woe is me! for I am undone; because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips: for mine eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts.
[6] Then flew one of the seraphims unto me, having a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with the tongs from off the altar:
[7] And he laid it upon my mouth, and said, Lo, this hath touched thy lips; and thine iniquity is taken away, and thy sin purged.
[8] Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me."

Isaiah saw the glory of God, and he thought he was done for. But praise God, the seraphim has touched our lips and made us fit to 'show forth his glory'.

"This is my Father's world:
he shines in all that's fair;
in rustling grass I hear him pass
he speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Father's world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King, let heaven ring!
God reigns; let earth be glad."
 
posted by Larry Clayton @ 4/24/2011

1985

March 26, 1985

Thanks for everything.

Another "No" from Oxford.

Hurrah. I just reserved 2 hours tomorrow morning on the IBM PC. I'm excited about getting my hands on it.

Computers - computers. Wonder how long it'll take me to get through this stage.
Preaching - 8 years
Alcoholics - 10 years
CofS - 10 years
Blake - 5 years
Computers - almost 6 months so far.

Thanks, Lord. It was all really good.    Tennis - 14 years.

Beginning Blake

Beginning of Blake

Most of this blog is found at Kwakesaur.
It was at a relatively uncreative moment in life that I got bit by the Blake disease. I spent 5 years studying it intensely and consolidated my thoughts and feelings about the poet in a book, now published at Larry's Blake.

For me his poetry had become one of the
primary "fountains of life". As a life long
student of the Bible I found an interpretive
principle in Blake, just today beginning to
be understood and used. His theology has now
become my own in a large degree. One of the
great keys is here:

"Throughout Eternity, I forgive you, you forgive me.
As the dear Redeemer said, this the wine and this the bread."

He was talking to God, but the idea applies to
all human relationships. Forgiveness is an
eternal activity and process. Jesus also
expressed that poetically with his 7 times
70 rejoinder to Peter's query about how many
times.

Forgiveness does not depend upon any
statement of the offending party such as
"I'm sorry". Those who have the faculty of
forgiveness never wait or feel dependent on
any "I'm sorry". God forgave us before we
commited the offending act.

All this forgiveness of others depends upon
our first forgiving ourselves and God. The
trinity found in the Great Commandment is
God, others, self. You can do it, but you
must first 'forgive God'. But what does
that mean? To me it means to accept the
universe as it is. Don't kick over the traces
like Paul did before the journey to Damascus.

All this, and a world of other good stuff, you
can find in Blake.

LONG AGO

Friday, July 27, 2012

Baton Rouge

A small city on the Mississippi some 90 miles north of New Orleans and the place I lived briefly when I was ten:

My parents had only a high school education, and with two small children they decided to do something about it.  We were living in Athens, about 25 miles north of Louisiana Tech.  In due course they graduated, with mother as valedictorian, and Dad about 5th in a large class  (he was also working full time at another job).

With such honors Dad thought they might likely qualify for fellowships to LSU; they made applications, but shortly received form letters saying their applications had been placed on file.  Dad is slow to anger, but he responded by asking for some sponsorship from a federal judge.

Almost by return mail they received notice that the two fellowships had been awarded, in history for Dad and English for mother.

That's how it was that at the age of ten I found myself living in the state capital.  It was an exciting experience.  We had an apartment in the center facing a large primitive park.  There I was introduced to football, which became the love of my life for the next five years.

The capitol went up about 65 floors, and one day my sister, Margaret, and I climbed it all the way to the top: talk about adventure!

The climax to this story had happened in the lobby of the capitol, a year before our climb:

Huey Long, a flaming liberal in a very conservative state was assassinated.

NOVEMBER 2017

On Nov 13, 2017, at 5:37 PM, Eleanor Clayton <eachone@earthlink.net> wrote:

 Copy of letter to family:
 I arrived home yesterday (Oct 10) at about 6 PM. I drove from Signal
 Mountain in about 11 hours. The driving was not as tiring as I expected
 it to be. I was 3 days on the road and 4 days at Joel's. If she had put
 me to work in the house and the yard I would have stayed longer but she
 likes to do everything herself in her own way.

> Hugh and Alison are going to build a new, larger home on Signal
> Mountain. Joel plans to build on the lot next to them. She hasn't told
> many friends about her plans yet but I suppose it is OK to tell family.
> They will be moving into a new development in which the homes are
> constructed by the developer. The date construction will begin has not
> been determined but the streets are built, the lots are cleared and the
> underground utilities are laid. I think construction will start on their
> houses in the first half of 2018.

> I enjoyed seeing Clemson and Brevard. Some ashes were spread at the
> cemetery of the Old Stone Church near the house we owned in Clemson. A
> relative of Larry's was the first pastor in 1797. I also sprinkled ashes
> in the gardens on the campus. The next morning I drove to Brevard and
> had a biscuit at the Burger King Dad and I frequented. I them went into
> the Pisgah Forest of deliver ashes into the creeks whose waters
> eventually flow into the Missdissippi River and the Gulf of Mexico.

> I found my way to Joel's house by instinct because I had forgotten
> highway names and landmarks. That was a long day but everything came
> together as I hoped it would. During my visit Joel fed me well and we
> did recollecting. I got to visit with Hugh, Alison and Ethan more than I
> expected to. I'm glad I renewed those family ties which form the
> foundation of who I am and how I fit into where I come from.