![]() ![]() ![]() He was given the name to distinguish him from the Nantucket Swain's. Somewhere I read about John England Swain, but I don't remember the source. If you look at page 43 in book child #1.1.1.7ħ is Chapman Swain Jr. Mary was daughter of founding JohnĪnd Mary Weare. It is Sarah who is your link to Nantucket Swain's - parents Charity Nason and Joseph Meader, Charity's parents were Mary Swain and Joseph Meader. His wife was Patience Skiffe - it is their son Chapman Swain who married Sarah Meader. (Francis) If I am reading Robert Swain's genealogy correctly, your John Swain b1690 was John "England" Swain - different family. She was the daughter of James Skiff and Sarah Barnard.Ĭhildren of John Swaine and Patience Skiff:īeen doing some digging around this morning on Swaine's with another Swain from the states, she found this in the book History of Nantucket by Robert Swain, it might be of some help i've done a little bit more searching and found his father could of been a Richard Swaine or Swayne wife elizabeth no last name for her Patience Skiff, born 1681 in Martha's Vineyard, Massachusetts died /22 in Nantucket, Massachusetts. ![]() He married Patience Skiff in Nantucket, Massachusetts. 1680 in England died in Nantucket, Massachusetts. The surname has been spelled many ways through the generations, including Swaine, Swain, Swayne, Swane, etc., but we'll stick with Swaine for consistency. A man named John Swaine was born there on 26 April 1679, the son of Samuel and Elizabeth Swaine. No one knows where John was born, but I've got my eye on Lewes, Sussex, England. There once was a dame from Cape Cod Who thought all good things came from God But it werent the allmighty Who lifted her nighty Twas Roger the lodger, by God. England John followed a line associated with Norwegians and Swedes." There once was a man from Boston Who bought for himself an Austin There was room for his ass And a gallong of gas But his balls hung out so he lostem. According to fellow researcher Brian Smith, "Richard was from a group associated with European males but. John was considered "a stranger" among the people of Nantucket.Įarly Swaine researchers often pondered the possibility that the two Swaine families were somehow related, but recent DNA results firmly disproved the notion. He was also known as John England (and England Swaine) to distinguish him from the other Swaines of Nantucket who'd been there longer (I'm also descended from them). Expect a panicky email from me soon asking you HOW to analyze a poem.My man from Nantucket is sixth-great-grandfather John Swaine, a weaver by trade. If there were poems written about them scratching their genitals and lighting farts, then I'd be a believer. And have I mentioned I'm not a big fan of the poem anyway? Men don't really believe the things poems make you think they believe. I got stuck with "She Walks in Beauty" by George Gordon and Lord Byron. E, at least you let your students pick a poet. *wink* Lori, it would be just my luck that I'd become famous for ridiculous limericks rather than my scathingly brilliant real writing! Kelly, aw thanks! I can write oodles of limericks when I'm avoiding the real homework! Mrs. Lanternlight, oh that wasn't the only version of the Nantucket limerick I wrote. Hillbilly Mom, not only do poems have feet, but they can have more than two! EEEEEEE!! They're like caterpillars! Tell that husband of yours to watch it - the DIBS (Department of Ice Baby Services) is keeping their eye on him. Back to studying about scansion and meter. "Fitty" the 55-gallon drum maniacal killer was named by her, after all.) (If you're not a regular long-time reader who knows that my mother is convinced that I'm going to end up chopped up in a 55-gallon drum, that last one will make no sense, but I'm fairly certain that Hillbilly Mom will chuckle. It makes me feel better.Īnd she smacked his dumb head with a shoe. See, this is where my mind goes during times of stress. So he took off the pail and said, "F*ck it." I've been composing them in my head all day. I am enjoying the fact that we have to write two limericks, though. Who knew there was a science to it? Well, I guess the poets knew it. Iambic pentameter? Trochaic tachometer? Odiferous odometers? Wtf? I was just under the impression that you wrote things that rhymed and called it poetry. I still have a week before I tackle that part. There once was a man from Nantucket, Who kept all his cash in a bucket, But his daughter, named Nan, Ran away with a man, And as for the bucket, Nantucket. I'm too consumed with the poetry to worry about the drama just yet. These last three weeks of the semester are a veritable whirlwind of poetry and drama and lemme tell ya, I'm addled. ![]()
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