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Richard Beeson
Born: October 1684 in Chester County
Pennsylvania
Died: 01 January 1777 in Guilford County, North Carolina
Burial: 16 January 1777, Guilford County, North Carolina
Mother: Rachel Pennington
Father: Edward Beeson
Married: Charity Grubb 24 October 1706 in New Castle, New Castle County, Delaware
Born: 29 September 1687 in Pennsylvania
Died: 22 November 1761 in Guilford County, North Carolina
Burial: 28 November 1761, Center Quaker MM, Guilford County, North CarolinaMother: Frances Vane
Father: John Grubb
Children:
- Susanna
- Richard
b. 28 May 1711, Hopewell, Prince George County, Virginia
d. 01 November 1748, Hopewell, Prince George County, Virginia
Sources and Additional Information:
An IGI entry shows place of birth as Nottingham, New Castle County, Delaware
The Gene Pool: Pioneer Quakers at Monocracy
Richard Beeson and his family moved from Chester County Pennsylvania in 1735 to settle on a branch of the Opequon near today's Martinsburg, West Virginia. Quaker religious services were held in their home until the Providence Meeting House was built.
From: "The Budda's" <bgzbudda@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: BEESON stories
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 1996 08:00:48 -0800
This list has not been very active. It could well be that we are busy with the Holidays, but I thought it might also have something to do with the fact that the Beeson family has been so well researched that there are few queries.
Therefore, I would like to suggest that we spark the list with some BEESON stories. Many of us, during our searches, have run across information tales of the family's travels and lives. Many of these stories (certainly the ones on the earliest families) would be helpful to the other members and would help "flesh out" our simple lists of just names and dates.
Hoping we are in agreement, I would like to submit a brief tale of MY ancestor, Henry Beeson, the founder of Uniontown, PA. The story was included in a flyer published for the recent bicentennial celebration of that town that occurred this past fall.
"In the Spring of 1768, a small family might have been seen silently wending their way along the old Braddock road with a few packhorses ladened with such articles a were necessary for house keeping in a frontier settlement. The leader of this little company was just twenty-five years of age and his elastic step, as he led the way, indicated the vigor of early manhood. He could be readily distinguished by his garb as one whose Christian faith was that of the Quaker belief.
In the rear rod his faithful companion in whose bosom slept a babe of but a few months old.
Every step of this historic route bore traces of the terrible disaster that had befallen the army which had traversed it but a few years before.
The bridges that had been hastily thrown across the mountain stream were yet in place. The embankments of Fort Necessity, where the French had been victorious over the little force under command of Washington, were still undisturbed, and the tracks of the heavy wheels of Braddock's retreating army were yet plainly visible. The dark sediment still remained in the stream where Colonel Dunbar had emptied his powder and the charred remains of the wagons he had destroyed by fire, lest they fall into the hands of the French whom he believed to be in hasty pursuit, still marked the place of his encampment, and the whole way was strewn with military trappings which had been lost or cast away by the retreating forces. The echo of the terrible war whoop of the savage and the crack of the deadly rifle had scarcely died away where now reigns the stillness of death. The sights must have had an appalling effect upon the minds of this young peace loving Quaker and his timid wife.
After days of tedious travel, this little family arrived at the crest of Laurel Hill, from whose summit the beautiful valley of the Monongahela is viewed as a vast panorama of surpassing beauty. With joyful hearts they knew that their journey would soon be at an end and they enjoyed the hospitality of former friends.
Charity Grubb Sources and Additional Information:
IGI has her place of birth as Cornwall England in 1687 and spells her name Grubbe. A second IGI entry has Brandwine Hundrd, Nw-Cst, Delaware ca 1700. A third.......PA ca 1687
From: "The Budda's" <bgzbudda@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: Henry Beeson,
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 1996 08:20:55 -0800
From: "The Budda's" <bgzbudda@ix.netcom.com>
Subject: BEESON stories
Date: Sun, 15 Dec 1996 08:00:48 -0800
This list has not been very active. It could well be that we are busy with the Holidays, but I thought it might also have something to do with the fact that the Beeson family has been so well researched that there are few queries.
Therefore, I would like to suggest that we spark the list with some BEESON stories. Many of us, during our searches, have run across information tales of the family's travels and lives. Many of these stories (certainly the ones on the earliest families) would be helpful to the other members and would help "flesh out" our simple lists of just names and dates.
Hoping we are in agreement, I would like to submit a brief tale of MY ancestor, Henry Beeson, the founder of Uniontown, PA. The story was included in a flyer published for the recent bicentennial celebration of that town that occurred this past fall.
"In the Spring of 1768, a small family might have been seen silently wending their way along the old Braddock road with a few packhorses ladened with such articles a were necessary for house keeping in a frontier settlement. The leader of this little company was just twenty-five years of age and his elastic step, as he led the way, indicated the vigor of early manhood. He could be readily distinguished by his garb as one whose Christian faith was that of the Quaker belief.
In the rear rod his faithful companion in whose bosom slept a babe of but a few months old.
Every step of this historic route bore traces of the terrible disaster that had befallen the army which had traversed it but a few years before.
The bridges that had been hastily thrown across the mountain stream were yet in place. The embankments of Fort Necessity, where the French had been victorious over the little force under command of Washington, were still undisturbed, and the tracks of the heavy wheels of Braddock's retreating army were yet plainly visible. The dark sediment still remained in the stream where Colonel Dunbar had emptied his powder and the charred remains of the wagons he had destroyed by fire, lest they fall into the hands of the French whom he believed to be in hasty pursuit, still marked the place of his encampment, and the whole way was strewn with military trappings which had been lost or cast away by the retreating forces. The echo of the terrible war whoop of the savage and the crack of the deadly rifle had scarcely died away where now reigns the stillness of death. The sights must have had an appalling effect upon the minds of this young peace loving Quaker and his timid wife.
After days of tedious travel, this little family arrived at the crest of Laurel Hill, from whose summit the beautiful valley of the Monongahela is viewed as a vast panorama of surpassing beauty. With joyful hearts they knew that their journey would soon be at an end and they enjoyed the hospitality of former friends.
"A hasty glance over the grand view spread before them is all that time will admit. A short distance to the north is seen the little column of blue smoke floating above the GIST settlement. Away in the distance lies the settlement of Colonel William CRAWFORD, a former friend and neighbor, while still more to the west, shut out by the descending sky, floats the flag of protection over Fort Burd or Redstone Old Fort. More to the south lies the settlement of the BROWNs while here and there the curling smoke locates the humble cabins of the few frontier settlers.
The eyes of the weary wife fill with tears of joy as she contemplates spending the night under the sheltering roof of the hospitable GISTs, where before the sparkling backlog they expect to relate the incidents of their wearisome journey.
If ever anyone received a hearty welcome, Henry Beeson and his family were the recipients of such the day they arrived at the GIST settlement, and doubtless they made their lodging until a location should be made a which to establish their home, which in those days consumed but little time. He soon located a tract of 355 acres of land which ran from what is now the middle of Morgantown Stret to one mile West of the town.
Here Henry Beeson lived but a few years when his brother Jacob also concluded to settle West of the mountains and purchased the tract upon which Henry had settled and made his improvements. Henry then purchased a tract of 333 acres adjoining on the East of that sold to his brother Jacob and which had been taken up by Thomas Douthett; this tract was named "Mill Seat" on account of it's possessing a good location for a mill; Redstone creek which flowed northwardly through the entire tract, furnishing the water power necessary for the operation of a mill.
Henry Beeson, b. 19 May 1743 d. 23 Feb 1819 in Mt. Pleasant, OH. He married Mary MARTIN b. 18 Nov 1745 d. 1821 also in Mt. Pleasant. Henry was the son of Richard Beeson and Ann BROWN, the grandson of Richard Beeson and Charity GRUBB and the great-grandson of Edward Beeson and Rachel PENNINGTON.
Gail Harvey
Budda
bgzbudda@ix.netcom.com
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