Archive for November, 2009
The History of my family is very interesting, especially on my mother’s side, the Henleys
- Everyone should write down a family history of what they know
- What a historical boon it would have been if Jeremiah Henley had written down what he knew
- The Henleys came here in what was termed “The Great Puritan Migration”
PICAYUNE, Miss. — I have from an early age been extremely interested in history, actually majored in it in college just because I liked it, and enjoyed reading it, but my eyes were opened much more by studying my own history, my family history, because my family, especially on my mother’s side, is so tied up in the whole panorama of American history as it progressed through colonial times, on through the early stages of the Republic and through the devastating Civil War.
I have often thought about if, what I consider my most important forbear, Jeremiah Henley, had sat down and wrote down all he had known (he was born during the American Revolution and lived into the 1850s or 1860s) on paper what a marvelous history that would have been. He might have done that but it did not survive. That’s why if you do write something, you had better make sure you place it in an archieve that will preserve it.
I propose to write down here all I know about my family, on my mother’s side first, the Henleys, and on my father’s side next, the Farrells, or as I later learned, the Sparkmans, too. More on that name change later. My father’s people were Irish. My mother’s side were pure-blood English from Dorcetshire England. I will present an overall summary from memory first and then backtrack and begin to go over it in more researched detail on the second take.
It was 1630 in England. King James I had died in 1625 and his son King Charles I, a Catholic, had assumed the throne. What were called the Puritans had consumed Parliament and there was a titanic religious and political struggle going on between the throne and parliament.
The king claimed he was ruling through a God-given divine right and maintained his word was supreme. The Parliament, inhabited by independent businessnessmen, the bourgoise, most holdiing a religious persuasion that came to be know as Puritanism, and its adherents, Puritans.
The Puritans wanted to “cleanse” the English church, the Anglican Church, established by King Henry VIII when he broke with the Roman Catholic Church over a dispute over his marriage vows. The Puritans dispised the Catholics, which still held much influence in England, and wanted to further cleanse the Anglican church of poppish ritual and ceremony. The Puritans, Bible readers and believers, also challenged the doctrine of the divine right of kings and maintained political power represented in the Parliament was derived justly from the people, and Parliament, therefore, was supreme and held the last word.
The situation was pregnant with potential violence, and many saw a inevitable civil war between Catholics, Cavaliers, and Puritans, Roundheads, a description applied to Puritan soldiers because of the way they cut their hair. Many began to flee England, deathly afraid of the gathering violence. Puritans left in the hundreds of thousands, and it became known as the Great Puritain Migration. And they all headed for America.
The first English settlement had been established at Jamestown in 1607, at Plymouth in 1620 and shortly thereafter the Massachusetts Bay Colony was established, which became the headquarters for Puritanism in America. My earliest known forbears, Charles and Henry Henley, brothers, were among these Puritans that left England. And it is no wonder that they were extremely religious, Protestants (that is not adherents to Catholicism) and were involved in the Puritain movement. The Henleys have always been partial to and prone to strong religious expression and many have been lay preachers.
I have heard two stories on how they got to Virginia, just north of Jamestown in 1630, only 23 years after the first permanent English settlement was founded in America. One story is that they both became indentured servants, and for fare to America, signed an agreement to work for a man or family for seven years to pay back their ship fare. The other story is that they knew a ship captain and merchant named Perry, who gave them the money to cross the Atlantic to Virginia.
The Henleys were always close to the Perrys, intermarrying with them and naming their children after them. Jeremiah married a Perry at first, and my great-grandfather Byrl Perry Henley was named after one of Jeremiah’s Perry friends. The Perrys are still prevalent in the Henleyfield Community that Jeremiah founded.
Anyway, they made it to what would later become America, the home of the brave and land of the free. Of course, they were still English subjects then and had no idea they were helping blaze a new trail for a new nation.
They were just seeking freedom to practice their religious beliefs without interference from ruling despots.
Millions have come to these shores for that same religious purpose.
(More to come)
Sy Devin Harbeson’s 4th birthday party, Nov. 21, 2009
Posted by admin in Uncategorized on November 22nd, 2009
Sy Devin is my four-year-old grandson. He is the son of Ann, my daughter, and Stephen Harbeson of Carriere, Miss. Stephen’s parents are Glenda and Gary Wayne Harbeson, also who live in Carriere. Ann is my daughter by Dianne Gibson Farrell. Dianne’s mother and father were Jesse and Henry Gibson.
His birthday was Nov. 19, but the party was held on Saturday, Nov. 21.
The party was held at Glenda’s home in Carriere. All the relatives and friends were there, and Sy Devin kept telling me all week that he was “expecting a big pile of presents.” My, how kids today are spoiled. But we do it to them. Big deal. You only live once.
First, Sy Devin sees his daddy. His daddy, Stephen, works off-shore and is gone a lot. His dad works hard, long hours. He comes to the birthday party and Sy Devin runs and jumps up in his arms. “You love your daddy, don’t you?” I ask Sy. “Yes, Sir!” he replies.
There is all kinds of food available; hot dogs, two different types of salads and casseroles; Mexican dip. Great comfort food, and of course, all types of treats for the children.
Here is a list of those attending: Jennifer Dore and daughters Ali and Anniston; mom-dad Ann and Stephen Harbeson; Sy’s paternal grandparents, Stephen’s mom and dad, Gary Wayne and Glenda Harbeson; Ann’s mom and dad and Sy’s maternal grandparents David and Dianne Farrell; Sy’s sister Natalie; Melissa Wise and daughter Heidi and mother Sharon Gibson Stockstill (Sharon is Dianne’s sister); Emma Craft and son Morgan; Michelle Leleux, Sy’s aunt, Stephen’s sister and her children and Sy’s cousins Lexi and Vince (Michelle is married to Eddie Leleux. Old-timers here will remember that Eddie’s father was the late Mike Leleux. Mike’s father owned the IGA Supermarket at one time.) Andy Farrell with son Tate and daughter Zoey. (Andy is Ann’s older brother.) Debra and daughter Sophie; and Trey, a friend of Stephen’s.
I was lucky enough to get Sy Devin ready for his birthday party early that morning.
Here’s how it went:
“Sy,” said I, “Let’s get some of your new clothes to put on so you will look real pretty when you go to your birthday party this afternoon.”
“Okay, Paw Paw,” he replies.
This gets him to thinking about anything “new.”
“Do you have any new clothes, Paw Paw?” he asks me.
“No I don’t,” replies I, “I have old clothes that I send to the cleaners each week and get them pressed real neat so they will look new.”
I am sitting on the couch. He is standing up in front of me while I help him get his new clothes on. He is just high enough to spy the first part of the top of my head. He reaches his little hand up and rubs my hair, just above the forehead.
“Paw Paw, You need some new hair,” he says.
“I know, Sy,” I reply. “I need that and I need some new eyes, arms, legs and skin, and everything else.”
“Why do you need all that?” he asks.
“Well, you are a young whippersnapper, and when you get to be an old whippersnapper like me, Sy, you will understand,” I reply.
He is is quiet and contemplative, as we walk to the door.
“Paw Paw.”
“Yes, Sy.”
“What is a whooper-flapper?”
(More to come and pictures)


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