A history of Hauppauge, Long Island, N. Y., together with genealogies of the following families: Wheeler, Smith, Bull Smith, Blydenburgh, Wood, Rolph, Hubbs, Price, McCrone, Part 4

Author: Wood, Simeon. cn; Werner, Charles Jolly
Publication date: 1920
Publisher: New York, N. Y., C. J. Werner
Number of Pages: 112


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W. R. Stopford, 1852, Cypress Hills.


Mitchell B. Bull, 1857, Cypress Hills.


Horace Bartlett, 1858, 65, New Haven, Conn. John Nixon, 1859, 71, unknown.


Noble W. Thomas, 1860, 79, Hempstead.


Josiah Bowen, 1873, 62, Derby, Conn.


Benjamin Redford, 1876, 62, Lake Grove.


Charles Stearns, 1873, 69, East Norwich.


Abram S. Francis, 1882, 75, Greenwood.


Seigfried Kristella, 1883, 47, Evergreen Ceme- tery.


William Gothard, 1883, 75, Cypress Hills.


Zacariah Davenport, 1883, 80, Westport, Conn,


Robert Codling, 1884, 66, Helena, Florida.


Samuel M. Hammond, 1892, 59, Hempstead.


George Hollis, 1894, 85, Orient.


Eben S. Hibbard, 1896, 83, Mt. Olivet.


Francis C. Hill, 1898, 75, Riverhead.


John B. Merwin, 1898, 86, Greenwood.


Justis C. Worth, 1900, 83, Sea Cliff.


Sunday, May 20, 1906, Bishop Andrews preached from the text, "For God So Loved the World," at the regular service. The day was fine, with a large attendance, a reminder of the times when churches were not as numerous, and the churchgoers more plentiful than now.


Tuesday, May 22, was League Day. Services


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opened with an address of welcome by the pastor, R. W. Thompson, followed by a Scripture lesson, "Loaves and Fishes," by Miss Saguer, president of the Brooklyn North District Juvenile League; a song, "The Little Shepherd;" exercise, "The Bible." Then the "Glory Song." An address by Miss Saguer; singing, "Onward, Christian Sol- diers;" an address by Jeremiah Wood, president of the Brooklyn North District League, was followed by singing "Rock of Ages."


The evening service opened by singing, "Sweeter Than All," and "Count Your Many Blessings." Quartette, "There is a Guiding Star." Prayer by Bro. Marshall of Central Islip. Violin solo by C. L. Land. Quartette, "Abide With Me." Scripture lesson in Revelations by Arthur Atkins. Singing, "Walking in the Sunshine," by the Juniors. Ad- dress by Arthur Atkins, "I Heard Voices of Harp- ers, Harping With Their Harps." Quartette,


"Lead Me Gently Home, Father." Epworth League met at the altar for prayers. Doxology. Wednesday, May 23, Sunday School Day.


The history of the Sunday School reaches back very dimly in the past, as there were no records kept when it first started. The is one yet living (1906) who recollects going to the school barefoot when a small girl, as it was the custom in the days of her childhood; so a school must have been kept all of eighty years. "Aunt Beckey" Smith and "Aunt Polly Wessels" Smith were among the teachers. There were no officers. The library was kept in a place in the pulpit and school was kept


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only in the summertime. Then, as Santa Claus had no snow for his deer and sled, the children had to be content with what presents they received at home.


Services opened by singing, "Crown Him Lord of All." Reading the 90th Psalm. Prayer by the Pastor. Singing, "Trust and Obey." Address of welcome by B. F. Prince, Superintendent. The former superintendents then addressed the meet- ing, beginning with Cornelius Brush, then by T. B. Cornell. Singing, "I Love to Tell the Story." Ad- dress by E. C. Smith. The superintendents were followed by an address by the Pastor. Violin solo by C. L. Land. Singing, "More About Jesus." Ad- dress by Charles D. Baker, Long Island Editor of The Brooklyn Times; subject, "Planting the Seed." Closed by singing.


Evening service. Singing, "Speak to My Soul." Prayer by B. F. Prince. Quartette, "Though Our Sins Be as Scarlet." Reading by Henry C. John- son, 13th chapter of Corinthians. Song by the Juniors. Violin solo by C. L. Land. Singing, "How Dear to My Heart." Prayer by H. C. John- son. Prayer by the Pastor. Duette and chorus. Doxology.


Thursday, May 24, The Old Preachers' Day. Singing, "Blest be the Tie that Binds." Prayer by Thomas M. Terry, who was Pastor in 1875. Scrip- ture lesson by T. B. Cornell, Pastor in 1895. Violin solo by C. L. Land. Singing, "All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name." Address by E. K. Fanning, Pastor in 1863. Singing, "Cheer Ye That Love the Lord." Ad-


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dress by Thomas M. Terry. Singing, "Revive Us Again." Reading a letter from Bro. Haugh, Pas- tor in 1888. Address by T. B. Cornell. Singing, "The Old Time Religion." Reading a letter from W. N. Taft, Pastor in 1899. Also a letter from H. E. Marsland, Pastor in 1901. Address by Fred. Buckwalter, Pastor in 1902. Supplementary His- tory, read by Bro. Buckwalter. Singing, "Glory for Me." Poem, "Centennial of the Church," read by the Pastor. Poem, "Hauppauge (the Land of Sweet Waters)," read by Mrs. Ellen S. Mowbray. Singing, "Onward, Christian Soldiers." Benedic- tion.


Evening service. Singing, "Come Thou Al- mighty King." Singing by the Juniors, "There is a Home Eternal." Prayer by Bro. Laine of Smith- town Branch. Lesson by Bro. Buckwalter. Violin solo by C. L. Land. Solo and chorus, "The Song I Love." Address by J. E. Duenkerke, Pastor in 1885. Song by the Juniors, "What E're I Do." Singing, "The Old Time Religion." Address by J. T. Langlois, Pastor in 1881. Quartette, "Lead Me Gently Home," "Praise God from Whom All Bless- ings Flow." Benediction.


Sunday, May 27, Memorial Day. Singing.


Prayer by the Pastor, R. W. Thompson. Singing, "America." Rev. Charles H. Buck of Yonkers preached from the text, "Fight the Good Fight of Faith." After an address by W. W. Hulse of Bay Shore, the few survivors of the Civil War were decorated with the emblems of peace by the young ladies of the Church, and after a solo by Mrs. Wil-


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liamson of Brooklyn, adjourned to the graveyard to pay their comrades whose battles of life are o'er, their tribute of flowers.


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ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO


One hundred years ago our fathers stood Pondering over their village need, And then resolved to build a house of God, And Methodist to be its creed.


They in the school-house met, and plans were made To organize a brothers' band;


On classic ground was the foundation laid For a Church in "The Hauppauge" sand.


Temptation lures from wisdom's truth and care Where selfish pleasures end in pain. Ambition is a castle in the air, There fancy seeks its rest, in vain.


We drain the dregs of passion's bitter cup Ere we heed the new command; It is but love that puts God's buildings up, And only love will make them stand.


With the Christians' password, "Watch and Pray," They stood on guard in manhood's might; Where wisdom kept their wily foe at bay, This Church commemorates the site.


On hallowed ground, in the "death angel's reign," Where hopes were laid with shroud and tear, It taught them faith to meet their hopes again, It was their refuge from despair.


The Church our fathers built with loving hands, The temple where in grace they grew, Consecrated by a century stands A gift from old times to the new.


Transformed from the past to its present state, With marks of each successive stage, With pride and reverence we celebrate Our centennial heritage.


Still from their silent graves, its founders speak, For virtue lives, and ne'er grows old; To find wisdom's truths we the prophets seek, And quote the facts our fathers told.


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Centuries will be numbered with the past, Time will change Hauppauge's shifting sands, This building will fall, but their faith shall last, That on the "Rock of Ages" stands.


CHANGES


One hundred years : time has wrought its changes and Hauppauge has not escaped the joys and sorrows that it brings.


The land of the braves, the squaw and the papoose is changing still. An old habitation and a gravestone record the brief sojourn of their suc- cessors in the panorama of life's fleeting show.


The churchyard, that library of the dead, had been filled, enlarged, and a great part filled again.


The primitive church that was our fathers' pride has disappeared in the fantasia of modern ideas.


Sheds have taken the place of the oaks for the horses' comfort. The itinerant preacher has left the field to the resident pastor. The Sunday School is officered and kept the year round. The barefoot scholar is extinct. Santa Claus is scheduled for the Christmas time on his "Free Delivery Route," but the name of Wheeler is not on his list.


They, like their predecessors, the Nissequogue Indians, have left the murmuring brooks of "Sweet Waters," and all but few, a very few, have crossed the "silent river."


Dear, grand old Hauppauge that rocked the cradle of the infant Church; while from memory


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the events of its childhood are fading, we trust that the historian of its next centennial, inspired by thy wood-crowned hills and sparking rills, will paint a fairer, brighter page.


When our country's primeval lands Were by the haughty Sachem trod, Here their unlettered, roving bands By crystal springs communed with God.


No guilded hall or city's mart Allured their soul from Heaven's dome;


To Nature's wilds they gave their heart, And the forest was their home.


No temple on their pathway stood, Dedicated to art or fame, Where the denizens of the wood Were their companions, and their game.


The faithful braves armed for the chase With skill the wary stag betrayed, The patient squaws worked fields of maize, The papoose by the wigwam played.


Where the unerring arrow's flight Their simple larder filled with cheer;


These hunting grounds were their delight, Foretaste of the Great Spirit's care.


Here, they counselled war or peace When angered by a wily foe; And passion's rising tide would cease In the streamlets gentle flow.


"The savage breast" has passions sweet, The flitting wood nymph's charms beguiled The haughty warrior to her feet, Then the reflecting waters smiled.


From fancies, heroes, pride or fame, Which never our affection prove, ""Keep evermore the Indian name" "Sweet Waters" make a stream of love.


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THE FAMILY GRAVEYARDS-THE WHEELER GRAVEYARD


The graveyard is the strand where the tide of humanity casts its drift on the shore of time.


Across the King's Highway from Timothy Wheeler's.


The sighing trees reverently cast their shade Where filial love long since has ceased to weep, By curiosity hurried steps are stayed, Here "the rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep."


In the deep shadows fleeting time has cast On this neglected, consecrated spot, We pause; while fancies linger in the past And give our sires the tribute of a thought.


The moss-grown stones bear names to fame unknown; Here is a great-grandsire's ivy-mantled cell, Had he fortune's smile, or the cold world's frown, The pride or shame of family legends tell.


They had sorrows, and disappointment bore; They had trials, temptations were their lot; Ambition the vigors of youth allure, They dreamed of joy to come and grief forgot.


We fancy them heroes of truth and right; They had merits that we are proud to own. Few are the lives that bear a critic's light; They had their frailties-we'll leave them in the tomb.


On these moss-grown stones whose inscriptions are being slowly defaced by the busy hand of time. we find that in the year


1783, Thomas Wheeler died, age .73


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1801, Phoebe Wheeler, his wife 81


1784, Timothy Wheeler .71


1803, Mary, his widow 77


1780, Phoebe, wife of Jacob Wheeler 34


1790, Temperance, wife of Jacob Wheeler 36


1824, Jacob Wheeler 76


1843, Isaac Wheeler 68


1839, Thomas Wheeler 85


1845, Ruth, his widow 91


1801, Julia, daughter of Thos. & Ruth Wheeler. . 14 1801, Jonas Wheeler 58


1834, Ruth, his widow 85


1830, Timothy Wheeler 86


1823, Rebecca, his wife 70


1823, Epenetus Wheeler 66


1829, Frederick Wheeler 47


1822, Henrietta, wife of Capt. Wm. Wheeler. 49


1824, Mary, wife of Jonas Payne


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1802, Elizabeth, wife of Garret Darling


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1822, Charles, son of Mary and Jonas Payne, I year, 6 months


1867, Theodore, son of Capt. Wm. Smith 78


1805, Charles, son of Capt. Wm. Smith 7


1808, William, son of Capt. Wm. Smith .. 6 months 1827, Frederick, son of Theo. & Sarah Wheeler, 1 year, 6 months


1848, Clarissa, wife of Henry Blydenburgh 59


1809, Esther, wife of Isaac Wheeler 23


1827, Rhoda, daughter of Isaac Wheeler 2


1814, Rhoda, daughter of Dan. and Hannah Wheeler 14


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GRAVEYARD ON JAMES SMITH'S PLACE


The following names are found in the plot on James Smith's place :


1837, James Smith, died, age 95


1824, Catherine, his wife 80


1822, Thomas Payne 54


1863, Charity, his widow 91


1817, Mary Esther, daughter of Conkling and Catherine Ketchum . 4 months 1800, Catherine, daughter of Jonas and Temper- ance Payne 5


Henrietta, daughter of John and Elizabeth Blydenburgh 1 year, 6 months


GRAVEYARD ON GEORGE WHEELER'S PLACE


In the grounds on George Wheeler's place these names are still to be found :


1798, Charity Blydenburgh 85


1844, Almy, wife of James Blydenburgh 79


1850, James Blydenburgh 96


1866, Jeremiah Davis 73


1813, Deborah LaHommedieu 40


1871, Samuel Blydenburgh 82


1873, Elizabeth, his widow 80


1843, Huldah Blydenburgh 22


1850, Jeremiah Blydenburgh 18


1838, Henry, son of Wm. and Mary Smith,


2 years, 5 months


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1815, Alfred, son of Wm. and Mary Smith. .10


1820, Ruhamer Wheeler 63


1841, George Wheeler 95


SAMMY PAYNE GRAVEYARD


The "Sammy Payne" plot contains these names : 1826, Temperance, wife of Jonas Payne 50


1827, Jonas Payne 57


1828, Jonas Payne 34


1850, Samuel Payne 60


JOSHUA SMITH'S GRAVEYARD


The burial place of Joshua Smith's family was a plot of ground near his residence.


Consequently, when the farm was sold it could not be reserved, and reverence for the dead neces- sitated their removal to the protecting care of the Church.


In the northeast corner of its hallowed acre, that's ever consecrated by sorrow's bitter tears, is heard the requiem of the evergreens, whispering rest over the memories of the old substantial fam- ilies of Hauppauge.


Just outside of this hollow square of guardian trees, a sentry to time's sanctuary of his fore- fathers' lasting abode, with that portion of his fam- · ily that found no dearer spot than the parental home, until called away from the typical streams of


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Hauppauge, to rest beside the sweet waters of Eternity, stands the memorial of "Major 'Nezer."


In reverence pause. On these stones we trace The last of a proud, historic name That from the low level of our race Astride a bull, scaled the hill of fame.


Pause, but envy not the world's renown, Fame's height is not the Mount of Glory; On earth's honors selfish critics frown, And careful skeptics doubt the story.


Delusions surround fame's flick'ring light; Vain ambition seeks the glit'ring prize; The hill's far below the mountain height; Fame is the World's love; love to Heaven flies.


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CONCLUSION


Many of the descendants of the first settlers left the scenes of their childhood to seek fortune in other lands. Whether the fickle Dame smiled on them or not, it is not the purpose of this sketch to inquire. It seeks not their "merits to disclose," "or draw their frailties from their dread abode."


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WHEELER


Timothy Wheeler of the third generation lived in New York City.


"George Ed," Benjamin's son, kept a feed store in Brooklyn. Alfred, his brother, was a sailor, and never married.


Walter, the second George's sou, after his sec- ond marriage lived in Stony Brook, where he had quite a family.


Richard Rogers, Joshua's son, married Eliza- beth, daughter of Jacob Fisher, and lived in Brook- lyn.


Charles lived in Wheeling, West Virginia.


Egbert went to California, during the "Gold Fever," and never returned.


William Jewett emigrated to Northport.


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Fletcher E. kept a feed store near Bedford Sta- tion; his son Wesley is living in the village of Islip.


Daniel Wheeler, son of Fletcher's brother Wes- ley, lived at Baldwin, L. I., where his family now reside.


CONKLING


Cornelius Conkling was a parson in New Jersey.


Erastus A. Conkling started a wood yard in Brooklyn, and after coal became fuel for family use, it was a "Wood and Coal" yard.


Thomas M., his son, for many years had charge of the cab service at 34th street, New York City.


WOOD


T. W. Wood, Jr., also had a wood and coal yard In Brooklyn, where most of his family now reside. T. B. Wood, his brother, is living in Missouri.


SMITH


Ebenezer Smith's son, Aaron, kept a store in Brooklyn under the name of Smith and Bunce; afterward he had a drug store in Islip, where his son Caleb now lives.


Caleb and Ethelbert tried their fortune in Hong Kong, China, and came back and ended their days


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in Smithtown, where most of their children now live.


Joshua B. was the last "Bull Smith" in Haup- pauge. He died in 1907, then the place was sold and the "Major's" descendant who bore the name of Lawrence, moved to Smithtown Branch.


BLYDENBURGH


Nathaniel Blydenburgh, son of the first James, lived in Hempstead.


James D., son of the second James, is living in Smithtown Branch, across the road from where his great-great-grandfather founded the first Blyden- burgh home in 1700.


Edward N., his brother, is living in Babylon.


Charles, another brother, did not return from the Civil War.


Isaac, a son of Luther, is living "out West."


SMITH


Charles Carpenter Smith, Daniel's youngest son. is living in Islip.


Willmot M. Smith, son of Moses R., was a law- yer in Patchogue, and at the time of his death in 1906, was a judge of the Supreme Court of New York.


Moses R. Smith's other sons : One lives in Hunt- ington, that is Herman; and Theron lives in Smithtown.


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NICHOLS


Elias Nichols, son of Paul, was an M. D. in New York City.


PRICE


Charles Price, a grandson of Elijah, has a green- house near Smithtown depot.


Sanford Elijah Price, son of Sidney, ended his days in Hauppauge, then his widow married her first love, and took the last of the name to Port Jefferson.


Humanity, like water, is ever in motion. Gen- erations will come, and generations must go.


The babbling brooks of Hauppauge still wind their way to the silent Nissequogue, whose waters ceaseless flow to mingle with the vast and mighty ocean.


In this wilderness of disappointment and sorrow from our lives must spring those little streams of love (the sweet waters of life's fitful river) which are flowing, flowing, forever flowing over the treacherous sands of time to sparkle on the bound- less unfathomed Sea of Glory.


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