This is the second installment of a three part series about the life of Philip Pearl Jr., his daughter Hannah, and their involvement in the early years of the Abolition Movement. The first installment can be found at this link.
The crisis began in January of 1833, but its roots go back many years before that.
A year and a half earlier, the families of Canterbury, Connecticut invited a teacher, Prudence Crandall, to establish a “Boarding School for Girls” in The town. One reason for such a school was very obvious to many at the time.
The Erie Canal had opened in 1825, providing the first portage-free route from Albany New York to the Great Lakes. The Ohio and Erie Canal soon followed, traversing Ohio from the Ohio River north to Lake Erie, entering the lake not far from the Erie Canal’s terminus in Erie, PA. Many of the young men and families in New England, faced with a shortage of sufficient land, and with soil exhausted from a century or more of farming, were taking advantage of the new canals to move west to Ohio and beyond. During these decades, large population drops are recorded throughout the region.
Our family can claim a Mayflower connection through James Chilton. Much of the following information was provided to us by Marion Emmons. Her information comes from Volume Two of the Mayflower Families Through Five Generations, published 1978. Additional information was found in Volume 15 of the Mayflower Families Through Five Generations: James Chilton – Richard More, published 1997.
JAMES CHILTONwas the oldest passenger on the Mayflower. He was born about 1556 in Canterbury, Kent County, England. He was a tailor by trade and was listed as a freeman of Canterbury in 1583. Sometime before 1587 he was married, possibly to Susanna Furner, daughter of his step-mother and her first husband, Francis Furner. James and his wife had 10 children. Baptismal records list seven of those children as being baptized in Canterbury, England. About 1600 the family moved to Sandwich, England where the last three of his children were baptized. It was in Sandwich where he met other Pilgrims who later went to Holland, and he was drawn into the Separatist movement.
Our descent from James Chilton has been proved through only his eldest child, Isabella. Governor Bradford wrote that among those on the MAYFLOWER, were James Chilton and his wife, and Mary his daughter. (They had another daughter that was married who came to Plymouth afterward. It is this ‘other’ daughter, Isabella, from whom the Pearls descend.) In 1650 Gov. Bradford wrote “James Chilton and his wife also died in the first infection, but their daughter Mary is still living and hath nine children; and one daughter is married and hath a child. So their increase is ten.” James died on 18 December 1620, scarcely a month after signing the Mayflower Compact. He was the only signer who died at Cape Cod, while the MAYFLOWER was docked in Provincetown Harbor. His wife died soon after, sometime after 21 January 1620/1.
Neal and Mary Ann Moon will host this year’s annual Pearl reunion at their home in Hampton.
The reunion will begin at 12:30 PM with a pot luck luncheon and will last until about 5:00 PM. A brief business meeting will be held after lunch. Neal and Mary Ann will be supplying all of the paper products, plastic ware, and beverages.
Bring your favorite outdoor chair and a pot luck dish to share. There is plenty of space outside so bring along any games or activities you wish to play.
There will be an opportunity to share family news and take a family photo.
The reunion will be held rain or shine.
Bring any updates of family history so we can pass these on to our family historian, Deborah Macha.
Alma Graham is trying to capture as many email addresses so that future invitations may be emailed instead of sending paper notifications.
Feel free to pass this on to other family members that we may not have addresses for.
The following is a transcript of an old, typewritten letter sent to me by our cousins, James and Ann Estabrooks. Jim has given permission for this to be published on Pearl sites and for this, I thank him for sharing this treasure, not only for myself, but also for our family.
This letter dates from 1901 and was sent by Frank C. Lummis to Elmer C. Jewett. It is a testimony of the appreciation and love, that those who knew her, had for Eva Maria Pearl who had died the 8th of July 1901, unmarried, at age 25. Eva was a school teacher and had taught in one room school houses in Hampton and in Chaplin. There is reference in the letter to her failing health. My mother told me that Eva died of tuberculosis and, in the last days or weeks of her illness, had been nursed at home by her family, till her death. She is buried in Hampton’s North Cemetery.
My Mom’s middle name is Eva, after her aunt. Eva Pearl was the oldest child of seven. Her parents were Austin Eugene Pearl and Mary Emma Weeks. In chronological order, the children were: Eva, Arthur, William (my grandfather), Reuben, Mary, Florence and Evelyn (Jim Estabrook’s Mom.)
The photographs of Eva Marie Peal and her school handbell were contributed by Carolyn Stone. We do not have a group photograph of Eva and her family; but will happily share one here if found, as well as other images and mementos of her. As always we are eager to share family stories, images, and information through this site.
Oct. 12, 1901
Mr. Elmer C. Jewett,
Clark’s Corner, Conn.
My Dear Sir:-
I gladly comply with your request and have sent you a copy of our town report for the past school year. It came within the province of our acting school visitor to report concerning the death of Miss Eva M. Pearl, and to officially express the sense love felt by all who had an interest in the welfare of our public schools. But the scope and limits of an official report do not permit of an adequate testimony to her character and worth, and although it may seem somewhat presumptuous for one who had known her but two short years, to express to her friends and associates from infancy, so imperfect an estimate of the qualities of mind and heart, which endeared her to those with whom she came in contact, in her line of duty as a teacher. I would beg leave to add to the tribute which Mr. Frary has so fitly borne to her memory in the funeral address and in his official report, my personal view of one of the best and most successful teachers we have had for many years.
I recently came across this short biography of Austin, my great great grandfather, in “Taylor’s Legislative History and Souvenir of Connecticut, 1901-1902; Portraits and sketches of State Officials, Senators, Representatives, etc. (Volume 3)” By William Harrison Taylor, copyright 1901, as found on Google Books.
Austin Eugene Pearl, of Hampton, is a native of the town he has the honor to represent in the General Assembly. He is the son of John P. and Maria (Jewett) Pearl and was born January 11, 1852. He received his education in the common schools of his town. He has always lived in Hampton, except three years, 1871 to 1874 in South Manchester. He is a successful carpenter and builder and is also engaged in farming. He is a staunch Democrat and has been honored many times by his townsmen. He has been a Selectman for thirteen years, Grand Juror, Justice of the Peace, School Visitor, Assessor, Constable, member of the Board of Relief, etc. He has held all these offices in a pleasing and efficient manner. He is a member of Little River Grange, has been Master two years and Overseer two years in the Grange and is a member of the United Order of Pilgrim Fathers.
On July 25, 1875 he married Mary E. daughter of Sylvanus Weeks. Seven children have blessed the union: Eva M., born June 30, 1876, died July 8, 1901; Arthur E., born May 28, 1878; William A., born May 15, 1880; Reuben E., born November 30, 1885; Mary A. born October 20, 1888, Flora B., born April 30, 1891; Evelyn M., born April 13, 1899.
Austin is just one of the many Pearls from Hampton who have served in the Connecticut State Legislature and other Statewide and local offices. His Father in Law was Sylvanus Weeks, of whom we have a portrait that can be seen in this earlier posting…
You are invited to the 78th annual PEARL REUNION to be held at the home of Russell and Sue Gray
12:30 pm – 5:00 pm on Sunday, July 30, 2017
Russell and Sue Gray will be hosting our 78th Annual Pearl reunion at their home and farm overlooking the rolling hills of Sterling, Connecticut. They will be supplying all of the paper products, plastic ware, beverages, hotdogs and rolls. Bring your favorite outdoor chair and a pot luck dish to share.
There is plenty of space outside so bring along any games or activities you wish to play. The Grays have offered two sets of “Cornhole”, Volleyball and a Slip & slide (kids might need a change of clothes). They also have several pedal tractors for the little ones, croquet, soccer balls, etc.
The reunion will begin at 12:30 PM and will last until about 5:00 PM. In addition to plenty of time to relax and visit, there will be a potluck lunch and a brief business meeting. After the business meeting there will be an opportunity to share family news and take a family photo.
The reunion will be held rain or shine.
This year we are asking anyone who would like to, to bring along any photos that are special to them of past reunions to share.
Sitting at the curve of old Route 6 where it meets Main Street in Hampton, Conn. is a unique house that has stood as witness to Hampton events and history for some 80 years. It is an amazing house which reigns large in my memories from childhood.
My mother, Dorothy Pearl Overbaugh grew up in Hampton with her 2 sisters and brother in a farmhouse at the foot of Hammond Hill. My Grandpa William A. and Grandma Mabel Pearl farmed there for many years. After her death in 1929 and their daughters marrying and moving away, Grandpa, who avidly read the National Geographic magazines he subscribed to, took a train trip to fulfill a dream of traveling to some of those marvelous places he’d read about. On that train trip, he met a widow, Elizabeth McDuffee Fero. They fell in love and soon married. In the early 1930’s, Will and Elizabeth sold the farm to Will’s son, Bill, and moved to the top of Hampton Hill into a newly built home on Main Street and Route 6.
I grew up in Waterbury, Conn. Our family made summer pilgrimages to Hampton to escape the city and revel in the clean air and loveliness of the old village of Hampton. For Mom it was a coming home. For me, as a child, Hampton was a new world of freedom, family and fun. We often stayed with Grandpa and Grandma Elizabeth in that big house on Hampton hill. Entering the house from the big front porch one was immediately aware of the sweet, fresh smell of wood. Even today, most of the beautiful wood trim in the house is unpainted and the wood smell is still detectable. The rooms were large and filled with light, the large, open kitchen where Grandma made the most delectable pancakes, fried chicken, baked beans and pies, always smelled inviting. I am sure that she was a star at church pot luck suppers!
Immediately upon entering my grandparents home, I would first stop to enjoy a winter scene of miniature people skiing and iceskating in the little landscape of a snow covered hill and pond. It sat in a glassed-in book cabinet directly opposite the front door. I would then make my way into the kitchen where there was an old secretary desk with space underneath covered by a little curtain that held an old wooden box of blocks and toys. That toy box was brought up to one of the front bedrooms on the 2nd floor for me and set on the wood floor at the foot of a bed where I was free to create imaginary cities, towns, castles, etc. to my heart’s content.
To me as a child, this house was a marvel, and it evoked wonder, pleasure and memories that I have never experienced from any other place. It struck me, when I had a wonderful opportunity in recent years to revisit this special place, that as an adult it still seemed very large and still held a kind of magic for me.
As a child visiting there, I had the run of the house. Large, easy to climb stairs linked the different floors of the home. I explored everywhere and developed definite feelings for certain special spots. One was the sun room on the 2nd floor where Grandma had a day bed, wicker chairs and many flowering plants. It was open and bright and had gorgeous views of the valley and her perennial garden below. The attic was floored and held all sorts of treasures stored there. At each end of the attic were large windows which at the front overlooked the street and at the back overlooked the back yard and the valley. The large basement also had windows and was well lit. Grandpa had his workshop there and Grandma had shelves filled with her preserves and canned goods.
This house is an inviting and well designed treasure, very well constructed, and handily withstood the Hurricane of 1938 despite major wind damage to neighboring homes and structures. When we retired back to New England, had it been offered for sale, we would likely have purchased it. To me, this place in the heart of the beautiful village of Hampton, has a warm and embracing aura.