Friday, May 17, 2013

The Exciting Tale of Ocean Born Mary

Plaque on Mary's Grave
Ocean-Born Mary of Henniker, NH one of America's most famous ghosts...She is the mother-in-law of my 1st cousin, 6 times removed, Thomas Patterson


The Ocean-Born Mary story is charming tale set in old New England, with adventure, romance, and--of course-- a classic ghost or two. This is the legend:

Mary Wilson was born at sea on July 17th, 1720 (according to the old calendar), soon after her parents set sail from Londonderry, Ireland, aboard the ship, the Wolf. As the ship neared Boston harbor, it was boarded by pirates, led by the ruthless--but very young and handsome--Don Pedro.

Don Pedro learned that there was a newborn aboard, and offered to let the Wolf and its passengers continue their voyage, unharmed, if the Wilsons would name the baby "Mary," after his beloved mother.

The Wilsons eagerly agreed, and Don Pedro honored his promise.

Mary's Grave
However, before his own ship of ruthless (and now unhappy) pirates sailed away, Don Pedro returned to the Wolf with a length of Chinese silk. He told the Wilsons that the fabric should one day be used for Mary's wedding gown.

And so it was, when Mary and Scotsman Thomas Wallace married, in Londonderry, New Hampshire, just before Christmas in 1742. They quickly had four sons and a daughter, but Mary was widowed soon after the birth of her last son.

Word of the tragedy reached Don Pedro, still young but now eager to take his fortune and settle far from the call of the sea. He had his men row up the Contoocook River to the 6,000 acres of land he'd been granted by the King of England. "Don Pedro" was actually an English nobleman, previously the "black sheep" of the family, but his wandering days were over.

Don Pedro had his ship's carpenter build a fine mansion on a hilltop in what is now known as Henniker, New Hampshire. The beams and detailing in the house are uniquely like a ship.

When the house was completed, Don Pedro went to Londonderry and begged Mary to live with him--as his housekeeper, since she still mourned her late husband--and Don Pedro supported Mary and her children in grand style for many happy years.


However, the fortune that Don Pedro had earned was also a curse upon him. One night, men came to the Henniker mansion under the pretense of visiting with their old friend, Don Pedro. Mary and her children went to bed, unaware that tragedy would soon strike.

Mary heard a curse from outside her window, and then a groan. Recognizing the voice of Don Pedro, she rushed to the garden and found him alone, dying with a pirate's cutlass in his chest.

Before he died, he told Mary where he'd hidden his gold, and he asked her to bury him beneath the hearth in the home they'd shared so happily.

She honored his wishes, and lived a long and comfortable life, never leaving the Henniker home. She barely touched the treasure buried in her garden, because Don Pedro had left such a fortune.

One of Mary's hobbies was painting, and the American eagle and stars she painted over the front door of the home, can still be seen there today. Inside, her landscape murals also decorate many rooms in the home.

After her death in 1814, her spirit remained in the house. In the early 20th century, the home was opened to the public and visitors often saw her rocking chair sway gently as she let them know she welcomed them.

Mary has been sensed near the hearth she tended carefully after it became the final resting spot of Don Pedro. Two state policemen saw her one night, crossing the road in front of her house.

Hans Holzer, the famous ghost expert, has conducted two different and apparently successful seances to contact Mary. As recently as 1963, Mary put out a blazing fire in the house, while the owners watched in amazement.

On many Halloween nights, Mary rises from her grave in Henniker's Centre Cemetery (twelve rows back from the front gate, and marked with a special plaque), and rides a magnificent horse-drawn coach to her home.

Many people have seen Mary's ghost. They always comment on her red hair, green eyes, and magnificent stature, at about six feet tall.
She is, by all accounts, an astonishingly beautiful woman as a ghost, just as she was in life.

Her home is now privately owned and definitely NOT open to visitors. Please respect the owners' privacy.

However, Ocean-Born Mary remains one of America's most famous and beloved ghosts.

That is the legend, and it is a wonderful story. Unfortunately, only half of it is true.

HERE is the REAL story of Mary Wallace, Although not nearly as romantic as the Ghost Version.

Here is the actual story, according to Henniker records:

Ocean-Born Mary really was born in 1720 aboard a ship, the Wolf. Also, her life was spared by the pirate Don Pedro, just as the story claims.

Mary's father, Captain James Wilson, died soon after they landed in Boston, and his widow, Elizabeth, took Mary to Londonderry, NH, where she claimed the land Capt. Wilson had been granted.

Elizabeth married a second time, to James Clark (great-great grandfather of Horace Greeley, the man who said, "Go West, young man."). She died about 1732.

1732 was also the year that the Wallace family, originally from Scotland, arrived in Londonderry, NH after living in Burnt Mills, Northern Ireland. (Burnt Mills is not on modern maps, but this is the town mentioned in historical accounts.)

Thomas Wallace married Mary Wilson on December 18th, 1742. She was actually six feet tall, with red hair. And, true to the legend, she wore a gown made from the silk given to her parents by Don Pedro.

The Wallaces did, indeed, have four sons and a daughter: Elizabeth, Thomas, Robert, William, and James. However, Thomas Wallace, Sr., and his wife Mary lived a long and happy life together, until his death on October 30, 1791. He is buried in Hill Graveyard, in Londonderry, NH.

Their daughter Elizabeth married Major (later Deacon) Thomas Patterson of the NH Militia; he was the son of Peter Patterson. They had at least one child, Robert.

Thomas Wallace, Jr., was a distinguished Revolutionary War hero.

Sons Robert, William, and James married sisters, respectively, Jeanette, Hannah, and Anna, all daughters of Robert and Mary Moore of Londonderry.

"Ocean-Born" Mary Wilson Wallace moved to Henniker on July 6, 1798 at age 78, and spent the rest of her life with her son, William, about a quarter-mile from another son, Robert.

Robert is the one who built the mansion that, today, is supposedly haunted by Ocean-Born Mary. William's journals and the census records suggest that Mary never lived in that house.

Mary died in 1814 and was buried in William Wallace's family plot, as described in the legend, in Centre Cemetery.

The romantic tale of Don Pedro cannot be documented after the encounter outside Boston Harbor. He certainly did not have a land grant to 6,000 acres of Henniker; Robert Wallace, who built the mansion, was considered a wealthy landowner with a deed to 300 acres surrounding the home.

The silk wedding gown was very real, and worn by several of Mary's descendants at their own weddings. Pieces of the gown remain, in the D.A.R. Museum in Washington, D.C. and in the public library of Henniker, NH. It is a lovely faded teal green silk, in a brocade style, with small teal flowers and white stripes through it.

The home that Mary actually lived in was reported to be haunted and--after it was empty for awhile--the town purchased it in 1844 as a poorhouse, and it was known as the "Wallace Poor Farm." In later years, it was destroyed by vandals.

The "Ocean-Born Mary" house, as her son Robert's mansion is known today, was owned by several families before it was bought in 1917 by Louis Maurice Auguste Roy, author of The Candle Book.

Mr. Roy and his mother purchased the house and restored it, after hearing rumors of a ghost.

Soon after completing work on "the Ocean-Born Mary house," the Roys opened their doors to the public. They charged admission, and Mr. Roy told colorful tales about Mary Wilson Wallace and the ghost which his mother claimed to have seen many times.

The phantom rocking chair was never Mary's, and it rocked because Mr. Roy had placed it over a loose floorboard that he could shift from the other side of the room, to make the chair sway.

Further, Mr. Roy would describe the lost fortune of Don Pedro, still buried somewhere in the garden where the pirate had died. Then Mr. Roy rented shovels to the tourists, for 50-cents each, so they could dig for treasure in the back yard.

The descendants of Mary Wilson Wallace were not amused, but the public's love of adventure, romance, and a good ghost story, made Ocean-Born Mary one of America's best-known ghosts.

Mr. Roy died in 1965, and subsequent owners of the home, while intrigued by the legend, have done everything possible to discourage curiosity-seekers from trespassing and otherwise bothering the home and its residents. They have even moved the road in front of the house, blocking tourists from invading their privacy.

The house last appeared in Yankee magazine in September 1996, where it was in the "House for Sale" section, listed at $875,000.

If the house is haunted--and it may be--it is probably not Ocean-Born Mary who walks there.

The first half of the story--in which the pirate spares the life of the crew and passengers, when the baby is named for his mother--is romantic enough to spark legends. The rest of the story appears to be made up by Mr. Roy.

Henniker is a lovely town and it is home to New England College and Pat's Peak skiing area. Henniker's Centre Cemetery is a classic New England graveyard, and perfect for picture-taking, if you like stark and eerie images. Mary Wilson Wallace is buried there.

However, the Ocean-Born Mary ghost story is clearly drawn from the Green Lady (because she haunts a house, not a family) and the story of appearing on a horse-drawn coach is straight out of Irish legends. Mary Wilson Wallace is probably not haunting her son's home.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

The Romantic Tale of Peggy's Cove

Peggy's Cove

John Rogers and Elizabeth Spencer married in Londonderry, Northern Ireland and emigrated to Nova Scotia in 1761 to settle in Chiganois.  Their eldest son, James was my third great grandfather but it is their next son, William who is of interest in this story.  William was born during the Roger's family voyage to North America and was one of 6 children.  He and his family lived around Onslow, Colchester County, Nova Scotia.


Relationship to me:

John Rogers & Elizabeth Spencer
    2 William Rogers and 1. Margaret (Peggy) 2. Elizabeth Loughead
    2  James Rogers & Rachel Johnson
     3   Jane Rogers & John Bragg
        4  Charles Bragg & Matilda Swallow
          5  John Thomas Bragg & Julia West Gamble
            6  Rusty Bragg & Dorothy Harrigan
              7  Me


William met  a young lady named Margaret and the two soon became engaged to be married.  The tale goes that young Peggy was travelling by ship to Halifax to meet her fiance, William when her ship foundered on the rocks at Eastern Point Harbour.  Although seriously injured, the young woman was rescued and taken in by the townsfolk to recover.  When one would go to visit her, they would say they were going to see "Peggy at the Cove".  From that day, the harbour was known as Peggy's Cove.

We don't know what happened to Peggy since William went on to marry a lady named Elizabeth Laughead, who, ironically was lost at sea herself.


Friday, May 3, 2013

The Blair Family of Blair Castle

Blair Castle, Ayrshire Scotland
It is relatively easy to trace the Blair family back to 1155 in Blair, Ayrshire  Scotland.  They were well-connected and many married into other noble Scottish families.  Blair Castle, itself provided hospitality to the likes of Mary, Queen of Scots, William Wallace and Robert the Bruce over its long and colourful history.   It would take a much larger volume to explore the adventures of these early Blairs so we will begin with the generation of the family who first came to North America.

This is how they are related to me:

James Blair & Rachel Boyd
  William Blair & Mary Gray
    Elizabeth Blair & Samuel Patterson
      Elizabeth Patterson & James Johnson
        Rachel Johnson & James Rogers
          Jane Rogers & John Bragg
            Charles Bragg & Matilda Swallow
              John Thomas Bragg & Julia West Gamble
                Rusty Bragg & Dorothy Harrigan
                  Me.

In the mid 1600s religious and political pressure were brought to bear on the family at Blair Castle.  Staunch Presbyterians, they were being strongly urged to join the Church of Scotland which was part of Henry VIII's Church of England. Rather than bowing to this pressure, they emigrated to the North of Ireland and settled in a town called Aghadowey in the County of Antrim.  The Laird who led them from Scotland was David, father of James Blair, our first ancestor to cross the sea to the Americas.

James was born in Agadowey about 1640 and married his childhood sweetheart, Rachel Boyd in 1660.  During the siege of Londonderry James fought with the British, while Rachel and her children hid in the nearby woods to stay safe from the fighting.  Later, in 1700, when Rachel died, James placed a large monument in her honour in the village square which stands today and is in remarkable condition.

James and Rachel had 3 sons, Robert, John and William who were partners in the town's bleaching greens.  Farmers who grew flax would bring their crops to be dipped in salt water and spread out over the course grass in the sunshine.  At the right time, the flax would be spun to thread by local farm women and then woven into linen and made into clothing and linens.

However, within a generation, the old political pressures again arose to make their lives difficult and so, once again, the family was on the move.

In 1718, along with their elderly father, William, Robert and John Blair set sail for Boston on one of the "Eagle Wing" or "Lady Sellerooke" for a three month journey across the Atlantic. The three families settled at Worcester, Massachusetts and promptly started building a new life.  They were prosperous businessmen and active in the affairs of the town, raising fine respectable families and supporting their neighbours.

In 1739, William's daughter, Elizabeth married Samuel Patterson who had come with them on the voyage from Ireland and with whom they maintained close ties even though the Pattersons had moved on to settle in Londonderry, New Hampshire.

Elizabeth and Samuel's  daughter, Elizabeth Patterson was one of the first women to settle near Truro in Nova Scotia after the expulsion of the Acadiens.  With promises of fertile soil, already cultivated, plenty of sunshine and water the families were convinced that this new land would be better than the inland and mountainous New Hampshire hills.  In 1761, along with her husband, James Johnson and her children Elizabeth and many of her neighbours moved to Land Grants provided them by the British Government.  They were known as the Cobequid Planters.  She was one of the first persons buried in the Robie Street Cemetery in Truro which just celebrated its 250th Anniversary.

Little Church at Oxford Junction
All Bragg Graves
James and Elizabeth had a daughter, Rachel who married a dashing young man from Londonderry township in Nova Scotia named James Rogers.  James and his brothers had just applied for a grant of land at Shepody which is now in New Brunswick and so that is where he and Rachel married and began their family.  Their oldest daughter, Sarah married a young man named Thomas Dobson Taylor who had a farm at Windham Hill in Cumberland County.  At one time, Sarah's younger sister, Jane came to visit and Jane was very taken with the Taylor's neighbour, John Bragg.  John was a vigorous young man, fresh from Somerset in England and busy with starting a farm in this picturesque part of the country.  Within a year, the two were married.  John was a man of superlatives.  Everything was done to its best.  He was a great believer in education, being uneducated himself, and so when his children came along, he started a school at his home and invited the neighbours to send their youngsters.  He was active in local politics and served as a Justice of the Peace for the County for many years.  It is said that he was the inspiration for a character in the Thomas Chandler Halliburton book, "Sam Slick, the Clockmaker".  John and Jane had 7 children, many of whom are buried in the little churchyard at Oxford Junction.  The church was built for the wedding of their daughter, Amy Ann with wood from John Bragg's woodlot.

Charles and Matilda Bragg's Home
Collingwood Corner
Their third child, Charles Bragg married a young widow, Matilda Swallow Vincent.  They had 7 children along with Matilda's daughter Eldora, from her first marriage.  Charles ran the store at Collingwood Corner and the family grew up in the gleeming white two story home next door.  The family is made up of 6 boys and a girl, Mary Jane who died at age 8.  Matilda died shortly before 1900 and two of her boys, Warren and John headed west to find adventure.  At the age of 14, John must have been one of the youngest homesteaders in all of southern Alberta.  It wasn't until years later that the boys were to learn that the little creek where they camped and where they provided hospitality for the Dominion Land Surveyors - had been named for them - Bragg Creek.  Not ready to settle down yet, Warren moved on to BC and worked on a large cattle ranch there, while John took the train and returned to Nova Scotia and home.

John Bragg
John found himself working at the Castlereagh Silica Mine around 1902.  Castlereagh was just over the mountain from his home in Collingwood but he boarded at the mining camp during the week.  Soon he was besotted with the lovely young lady who cooked their meals and kept the boarding house clean.  One evening after supper  he asked Julia to go picking blueberries.  When they returned they were engaged to be married and were planning their eminent move back to Alberta.

Julia Gamble climbed on a train in Truro to begin her cross country journey, having never been farther away from home than Portaupique which was 19 miles down the road.  John had gone on ahead to arrange for a place to live and a job for himself.  He had written to her every day, and now she was counting the hours until she stepped off the train in Gleichen and into his arms.  However, when she arrived and climbed down onto the platform there was no one there to meet her.  As the train chugged out of sight, Julia was able to look around.  A few small stores and buildings, the train station and miles and miles of rolling hills.  Fortunately, John appeared about then, with apologies for being late - he and his friends were celebrating his coming nuptials.  I wonder what she, a staunch Methodist, thought of that?

Julia and John were my grandparents, my father's parents and certainly a long way from Blair Castle in Ayrshire, Scotland.