After getting involved in other stuff for, oh, nine months, I was in the mood to play with ancestry.com again tonight (spurred by the knowledge that my 80-year-old aunt whose the genealogy buff on that side of the family is in a nursing home with bone cancer, so I should really collect what I have found so far sometime real soon now). And I found a tidbit that only makes sense now that I understand the nuances of colonial Massachusetts:
My 7th-great grandfather was born in 1683 in Bristol, Massachusetts. Died in 1757 in Bristol, Rhode Island. Same place, brand new breakaway colony. So I wasn't surprised to find that yup, his father was born in 1651, his mother in 1655, both in Salem, Massachusetts. My response to this: Yeah! I don't just have pilgrims in my family, and have the pilgrims who said "F*&^ you" to the soon-to-be witch-burners and got the hell outta dodge before things got toasty! Counterculture hippy pilgrims! Yeah!
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