Dottie Witherspoon almost became Christine’s sister-in-law. She may have fathered my child the Seers said I had. They saw two faint leaves on my rose. A year later, my sixteen year old daghter appear in my life for the first time.
I fought with real witches on Beacon Hill, the same time I took the Mafia to court – and won! I saved Dottie from a guy who said he was a Warlock. I encouraged Dottie to stay away from drugs as I did most folks I befriended after my terrible fall on the rocks at MacLure’s Beach in 1967. Dottie descends from the Signer, John Witherspoon, and it looks like I descend from the Signer, John Hart. The Witherspoons are in the famous Preston genealogy, as is Jessie and John Fremont who founded the Republican Party. I discovered the Prestons are close kin to the Stewart family, and thus, William and Harry. I discovered the Hart family are kin to Princess Diana.
You can not BUY this family history. Many rich and conservative Americans would kill to own this history, be of this blood. But, what bounds this blood in true Democracy, is my kindred who made the simple headstone you see above. These rosy folks descend from Samuel Rosamond who was a captain in the War of Independence, and fought under Francis Marion in South Carolina. So did John Witherspoon. This is why both families named family members after Francis Marion. There is a Francis Marion Witherspoon, and a Francis Marion Rosamond.
It is fitting that I a very poor descendant of James Rosamond, who also fought alongside his brother and Marion, compile this family history, gather my ancestors together, so……..We can soar like eagles! Our wings are not made of money! They are made of courage!
We Americans have got to stop demonizing each other, and stop believing our great wealth gets us closer to God, and in turn He gives us special privileges. If a mere rock can suffice these Patriots for a headstone, then, anything is possible if we put our minds to it!
Here is the proof! These humble roses help found our Democracy!
Wake up! The whole world is beholding our dream, our work to establish Social Good for all of humanity. We have just begun! Our days of experimenting, are over. We have grown up!
My kindred, John Wilson, is buried in The King’s Chapel, along with Elizabeth Pain who is associated with Hester Prynne the subject of Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter.
Christine Wandel lived on Hancock Street located on Beacon Hill. I lived on Anderson Street a few blocks away. I took the Mafia to court at the top of Hancock, and won. I loved in with Dottie Witherspoon on Cambridge. She descends from Signer, John Witherspoon. We were both looking for a new religion. We were destined for the Church. I should have never left Boston. I have features like John Wilson. I am kin to real Boston Bluebloods.
I am going to author a Television Script titled ‘The Return of the Scarlet Letter’. The series will span time. The spirit of John and Elizabeth will come into the beings of many. John was the minister of the first church in Boston and brought the word of God to the Native Americans, and is in Hawthorne’s book. Beacon Hill was a Hobbit like place.
Ye BODY OF ELIZABETH PAIN WIFE TO SAMUEL PAIN AGED NEAR 52 YEARS, DEPARTED THIS LIFE NOUEMBR
Ye 26 1704
So said Hester Prynne, and glanced her sad eyes downward at the scarlet letter. And, after many, many years, a new grave was delved, near an old and sunken one, in that burial–ground beside which King’s Chapel has since been built. It was near that old and sunken grave, yet with a space between, as if the dust of the two sleepers had no right to mingle. Yet one tomb–stone served for both. All around, there were monuments carved with armorial bearings; and on this simple slab of slate—as the curious investigator may still discern, and perplex himself with the purport—there appeared the semblance of an engraved escutcheon. It bore a device, a herald’s wording of which may serve for a motto and brief description of our now concluded legend; so sombre is it, and relieved only by one ever–glowing point of light gloomier than the shadow:— “ON A FIELD, SABLE, THE LETTER A, GULES”
Pain’s headstone has “an engraved escutcheon” on which enthusiasts see the letter A (for adultery): it appears in the shield to the right of two lions. Scholar Laurie Rozakis has argued that an alternate or additional source for the story may be Hester Craford, a woman flogged for fornication with John Wedg.
His homestead was in Boston, Suffolk, MA, on the northwest corner of the present State and Devonshire Streets, but he had several other grants of land from the General Court. The town of Boston made a grant to him Dec. 8, 1634.
He received a grant of 750 acres, bounded on the east by the bay on the north or northwest by a line not far south of present E. Squantum Street in Quincy and including all the upland west of present Hancock Street, and north of it to Milton Line, on the west, and on the south by a small brook called Stand Brook, later Sachem’s Brook and now completely covered over (along Brook Street, Wollaston, to the bay), and including a large swamp from which the brook ran. He soon built a house and it, or a successor house, stood until 1857 on present Linden Street, Wollaston, near the junction of Hancock Street where the cellar hole on the south side of Linden Street was visible until after 1900. A sketch of the typical salt box or lean-to house is included in Whitfield’s “Homes of our Forefather’s”, and “Chapel of Ease”, by D. M. Wilson, 1890.
He sold the farm May 31, 1667, and confirmed the sale in his will of the same date, equally to his son, Rev. JOHN WILSON of Medfield, and daughter Mary, wife of Rev. Samuel Danforth of Roxbury. JOHN and Mary made a division of the land in 1687, JOHN taking the southern part which remained in the possession of his descendants for many years afterwards.
JOHN and ELIZABETH are both buried in a tomb in King’s Chapel Burying Ground, in Boston.