Matthew’s Begats (Christmas Genealogy)

I thought our genealogy enthusiasts might enjoy this genealogy

of Christ Jesus in song.  Wishing you all a Merry Christmas!

Matthew’s Begats

Abraham had Isaac
Isaac, he had Jacob
Jacob, he had Judah and his kin
Then Perez and Zerah
Came from Judah’s woman, Tamar
Perez, he brought Hezron up
And then came

Aram, then Amminadab
Then Nahshon, who was then the dad of Salmon
Who with Rahab fathered Boaz
Ruth, she married Boaz who had Obed
Who had Jesse
Jesse, he had David who we know as king

David, he had Solomon by dead Uriah’s wife
Solomon, well you all know him
He had good old Rehoboam
Followed by Abijah who had Asa
Asa had Jehoshaphat had Joram had Uzziah
Who had Jotham then Ahaz then Hezekiah

Followed by Manasseh who had Amon
Who was a man
Who was father of a good boy named Josiah
Who grandfathered Jehoiachin
Who caused the Babylonian captivity
Because he was a liar

Then he had Shealtiel, who begat Zerubbabel
Who had Abiud who had Eliakim
Eliakim had Azor who had Zadok who had Akim
Akim was the father of Eliud then
He had Eleazar who had Matthan who had Jacob
Now, listen very closely
I don’t want to sing this twice
Jacob was the father of Joseph
The husband of Mary
The mother of Christ

Buckley Surname

Although I’m not a blood relative of the Buckley’s, I’ve enjoyed putting together a family history album for my Step-dad, Ron Buckley.  This information was taken from family history compiled by his sister, Louise.

“Buckley surname is a place name of ancient English origin and was originally spelled in the time of King John of England in 1199 as “Buclough,” later “Bulclough.”  It signifies “a large mountain.”  There have been many and are still variations in spelling. Bulkeley is the most commonly used, other forms being Bulkley, Bulkly and Buckley.  Baron Robert de Bulkeley lived in the time of King John (1199-1226) and it is believed that descendants of today belong to him.”
From Genealogy of Massachusets, Vol. I

The name was first used in Cheshire, England where they held a family seat from ancient times.

Buckley is also a surname deriving from occupation, opposed to place as indicated above. In this instance it is derived from bucc(a) and leigh which mean male goat and wood and would indicate someone who raised or tended goats.

More on the Buckley Surname

Ronald Robert Buckley

Ronald Robert Buckley
August 22, 1933 -
August 20, 2010

Tribute to my Step-Dad by Carla Gade

Ronald Robert Buckley passed away peacefully in the presence of family on Friday, August 20, 2010 after a courageous battle with a long illness, two days shy of his 77th birthday.

He is survived by his beloved wife of 33 years, Joyce (Mitchell) Buckley and his children Stewart Buckley of HI, Jennifer Lucia and husband Jack of OH, Mark of NY, Sarah Keltz and husband Chuck of NY, Roberta Gomolak of FL, Carla Gade and husband Bradford of ME, and Eric Olson and wife Lisa of MA, 20 grandchildren, and several great-grandchildren.  Also surviving are his sister Cynthia Branning and husband Troy and sister-in-law Barbara Buckley of FL, as well as cousins, nieces, and nephews.  He is predeceased by siblings Louise, James, Howard, Milford, and niece Deborah Buckley Tillotson.

The son of the late Guy and Mildred (Marvin) Buckley, Ron was born on August 22, 1933 and raised in Bath, New York where he attended Haverling High School. He lived in New York city working in the clothing industry and helped dress several celebrities.  Ron attended insurance college which equipped him for the 25 year career as a Sr. Claims Analyst for Commercial Union Insurance Company in Boston.  In 1984 he was appointed to the W. R. Grace Commission, a special government task force, and commended by President Ronald Reagan for his participation. After a trip to Colorado his coworkers began calling him “the Buckaroo” after seeing pictures of him in cowboy garb, and the nickname stuck.  He retired in 1991 and later moved to Raymond, Maine, where he and his wife, Joyce, made their home on Thomas Pond.  As a charter member of Christ Chapel of Raymond, he enjoyed helping with their community meals. He also volunteered at the Raymond Food Pantry and for the annual auction to raise funds for Maine Vest-a-Dog.  An avid outdoorsman, Ron enjoyed hunting, fishing, boating, and travel. He also enjoyed westerns and antiques, his gun and knife collection, and he loved his wood stove. He was an excellent cook and and is renowned for his venison stew.  He will be remembered for his love of family, his stories, sense of humor, friendliness, and generosity. Ron was well loved by people of all ages, especially children.  His grandchildren, nieces and nephews really loved him. Ron will also be greatly missed by his faithful companion, his dog Cody.

Ron bore many burdens in his difficult life – the wounds of others, by others, and the wounds of self. His scars were physical, emotional, and even spiritual. Yet, through the years he learned to trust the God of his life for his ultimate peace and healing. At the end he shared how he didn’t want to leave his “good people” and how very much he loved his family, but he had the assurance of eternal life as can we if we choose to embrace it by trusting in Jesus Christ.

Our fearless cowboy passed into eternity exactly at high noon. Happy trails, Buckaroo.

Buckley Family History

Ronald R. Buckley (Memorial at FindaGrave by Nancy Buckley Ferguson)
Ronald Buckley (Hall Funeral Home memorial page)

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Newbury, MA 375th Anniversary

This year marks the 375th  anniversary of the settlement of Newbury, MA.

The website features a treasure trove of photos and information.  As a descendant of the first Newbury families I find this fascinating. I hope I can get there sometime during this celebration, but at least I can enjoy the resources!

Newbury, MA 375th Anniversary

From the Beginning

There is a thread in the tapestry of our family that we can follow through our royal decent all the way back to Adam.  Royal pedigrees have always been recorded with much care so this is how we can trace this line.

Adam to Charlemagne

Charlemagne to Geoffrey Plantegenet

Geoffrey Plantegenet to Joseph Bolles

Joseph Bolles to Jennie Currier Walton to You

Tapestry of My Life

I marvel at the the working of God’s sovereign hand as he has woven “His Story”. Indeed, his tapestry of grace has been imparted through each generation and because of it I am here today.

Tapestry of My Life

I wonder what the other side will be,
when I have finished weaving all my thread.
I do not know the pattern, nor the end
of the great piece of work which is for me.

I only know that I must weave with care
the colors that are given me day by day,
and make of them a fabric firm and true
which will be of service for my fellow man.

Sometimes the colors are so dull and gray.
I doubt if there will be one trace of beauty there,
but all at once there comes a thread of gold or
rose so deep that there will always be
that one bright spot to cherish or to keep,
and maybe against its ground of darker hue
it will be beautiful.

The warp is held in place by the Master’s Hand.
The Master’s mind the design for me.
If I but weave the shuttle to and fro and blend
the colors just the best I know,
perhaps when it is finished He will say,
“Tis good,” and
Lay it on the footstool of His Feet.

–Author Unknown

 

“Do not take me away, O my God, in the midst of my days;
your years go on through all generations.
In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
They will perish, but you remain;
they will all wear out like a garment.
Like clothing you will change themand they will be discarded.
But you remain the same,
and your years will never end.
The children of your servants will live in your presence;
their descendants will be established before you.”

Psalm 102:24-28

Also See:  A Link In Time

Poetry Keepsake

Here is a wonderful way to preserve your family legacy through poetry.  It is patterned after the poem by George Ella Lyons.  To learn how to write one of your own go here:  Writing as a Keepsake.

Where I’m From

by Carla Olson Gade

I am from kings and queens, and the land of trolls, from crusaders, and pilgrims, and pioneers.

I’m from Pinnacle Rock, Camp Marion, Mississippi moons, Endless Mountains, Snow Falls, Streams in the Desert ,  and Beulah Land.  I’m from Tak så mycket, pickled herring, and two bits. I’m from molasses cookies,  stuffed quahogs, and steamed clams. I am from Lily of the Valley and Lady’s Slippers.

I’m from my own little corner in my own little world, these are a few of my favorite things, and somewhere over the rainbow.    I’m from What Color is Love?, Harold and the Purple Crayon, and Tell Me Why.  I’m from dandelion wishes and good night prayers.  I’m from family Bibles with worn passages.  I’m from “Jehovah Jireh” written into the front steps .

I’m from wandering into the wardrobe, thinking outside the box, never ending stories, and the land time forgot.  I’m from exploring trails on horseback, chasing butterflies, and collecting precious stones.   I’m from ancient ruins, castles in the air, dream houses,  an era gone by.

I’m from the prison of hope, the valley of pain, mountains of praise, manna in the wilderness, crossroads of faith. I’m from “Jesus Loves Me This I know”, “Precious Jewels”,  “He’s Everything to Me”, and “My Father’s Eyes”.  I’m from “His Eye is on the Sparrow” and “Because He Lives I Can Face Tomorrow”.

I’m from Lapis Lazuli, crystal tears, a stained glass heart, and vanquishing fears.  I’m from learning how to walk again.  Knowing who I am.  I’m from a garland of grace.  I’m from love and faithfulness written on the tablet of my heart.  I’m from a jewel in His crown.  I’m from the God of second chances, and many more.