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Sunday, September 9, 2012

Helena of the Cross - My 59x Great Grandmother, Maybe


As usual... it is impossible for me to validate with complete certainty that this is truly one of my ancestors, especially going back this far in time, before accurate record keeping. So this is either just an interesting historical figure or an interesting historical figure that happens to be my ancestor. I'm including the information that was available on the ancestry.com site for this particular lady... and I'm including what I believe to be the lineage from her to me. 

Helena's birthplace is not known with certainty. The sixth-century historian Procopius is the earliest authority for the statement that Helena was a native of Drepanum, in the province of Bithynia in Asia Minor. Her son Constantine renamed the city "Helenopolis" after her death in 330, which supports the belief that the city was her birthplace.[2] Although he might have done so in her honor, Constantine probably had other reasons for doing so. The Byzantinist Cyril Mango has argued that Helenopolis was refounded to strengthen the communication network around his new capital in Constantinople, and was renamed simply to honor Helena, not to mark her birthplace.[3] There was also a Helenopolis in Palestine (modern Daburiyya)[4] and a Helenopolis in Lydia.[5] These cities, and the province of Helenopontus in the Diocese of Pontus, were probably both named after Constantine's mother.[2]
The bishop and historian Eusebius of Caesarea states that she was about 80 on her return from Palestine.[6] Since that journey has been dated to 326–28, Helena was probably born in 248 or 250. Little is known of her early life.[7] Fourth-century sources, following Eutropius' "Breviarium," record that she came from a low background. Saint Ambrose was the first to call her a stabularia, a term translated as "stable-maid" or "inn-keeper". He makes this fact a virtue, calling Helena a bona stabularia, a "good stable-maid".[8] Other sources, especially those written after Constantine's proclamation as emperor, gloss over or ignore her background.[7]
It is unknown where she first met Constantius.[9] The historian Timothy Barnes has suggested that Constantius, while serving under Emperor Aurelian, could have met her while stationed in Asia Minor for the campaign against Zenobia. Barnes calls attention to an epitaph at Nicomedia of one of Aurelian's protectors, which could indicate the emperor's presence in the Bithynian region soon after 270.[10] The precise legal nature of the relationship between Helena and Constantius is also unknown. The sources are equivocal on the point, sometimes calling Helena Constantius' "wife", and sometimes, following the dismissive propaganda of Constantine's rival Maxentius,[11] calling her his "concubine".[9] Jerome, perhaps confused by the vague terminology of his own sources, manages to do both.[12] Some scholars, such as the historian Jan Drijvers, assert that Constantius and Helena were joined in a common-law marriage, a cohabitation recognized in fact but not in law.[13] Others, like Timothy Barnes, assert that Constantius and Helena were joined in an official marriage, on the grounds that the sources claiming an official marriage are more reliable.[14]
Helena gave birth to the future emperor Constantine I on the 27th of February of an uncertain year soon after 270[15] (probably around 272).[16] At the time, she was in Naissus (Niš, Serbia).[17] In order to obtain a wife more consonant with his rising status, Constantius divorced Helena at some time before 289, when he married Theodora, Maximian's daughter.[18] (The narrative sources date the marriage to 293, but the Latin panegyric of 289 refers to the couple as already married).[19] Helena and her son were dispatched to the court of Diocletian at Nicomedia, where Constantine grew to be a member of the austus' inner circle. Helena never remarried and lived for a time in obscurity, though close to her only son, who had a deep regard and affection for her.
Constantine was proclaimed Augustus of the Roman Empire in 306 by Constantius' troops after the latter had died, and following his elevation his mother was brought back to the public life, in 312 and the imperial court. She appears in the Eagle Cameo portraying Constantine's family, probably commemorating the birth of Constantine's son Constantine II in the summer of 316.[20] She received the title of Augusta in 325 and died in 330 with her son at her side. She was buried in the Mausoleum of Helena, outside Rome on the Via Labicana. Her sarcophagus is on display in the Pio-Clementine Vatican Museum, although the connection is often questioned, next to her is the sarcophagus of her granddaughter Saint Constantina (Saint Constance). The elaborate reliefs contain hunting scenes. During her life, she gave many presents to the poor, released prisoners and mingled with the ordinary worshippers in modest attire.

She is considered by the Eastern Orthodox, Oriental Orthodox, Eastern and Roman Catholicchurches, as well as by the Anglican Communion and Lutheran Churches as a saint, famed for her piety. Her feast day as a saint of the Orthodox Christian Church is celebrated with her son on 21 May, the "Feast of the Holy Great Sovereigns Constantine and Helen, Equal to the Apostles."[21] Likewise, Anglican churches and some Lutheran churches, keep the Eastern date. Her feast day in the Roman Catholic Church falls on 18 August. Her feast day in the Coptic Orthodox Church is on 9 Pashons.Eusebius records the details of her pilgrimage to Palestine and other eastern provinces (though not her discovery of the True Cross). She is the patron saint of new discoveries

Constantine appointed his mother Helen as Augusta Imperatrix, and gave her unlimited access to the imperial treasury in order to locate the relics of Judeo-Christian tradition. In 326-28 Helena undertook a trip to the Holy Places in Palestine. According to Eusebius of Caesarea she was responsible for the construction or beautification of two churches, the Church of the Nativity, Bethlehem, and the Church on the Mount of Olives, sites of Christ's birth and ascension. Local founding legend attributes to Helena's orders the construction of a church in Egypt to identify the Burning Bush of Sinai. The chapel at St. Catherine's Monastery--often referred to as the Chapel of Saint Helen—is dated to the year AD 330.
Jerusalem was still rebuilding from the destruction of Emperor Hadrian, who had built a temple dedicated, according to conflicting accounts, to Venus or Jupiter[22] over the site of Jesus's tomb near Calvary and renamed the city Aelia Capitolina. According to tradition, Helena ordered the temple torn down and, according to the legend that arose at the end of the fourth century, in Ambrose, On the Death of Theodosius (died 395) and at length in Rufinus' chapters appended to his translation into Latin of Eusebius' Ecclesiastical History, which does not mention the event,[23] chose a site to begin excavating, which led to the recovery of three different crosses. Then, Rufinus relates, refusing to be swayed by anything but solid proof, the empress (perhaps through Bishop Macarius of Jerusalem) had a woman who was already at the point of death brought from Jerusalem. When the woman touched the first and second crosses, her condition did not change, but when she touched the third and final cross she suddenly recovered,[24] and Helena declared the cross with which the woman had been touched to be the True Cross. On the site of discovery, Constantine ordered built the Church of the Holy Sepulchre as well as those on other sites detected by Helena.
She also found the nails of the crucifixion. To use their miraculous power to aid her son, Helena allegedly had one placed in Constantine's helmet, and another in the bridle of his horse. Helena left Jerusalem and the eastern provinces in 327 to return to Rome, bringing with her large parts of the True Cross and other relics, which were then stored in her palace's private chapel, where they can be still seen today. Her palace was later converted into the Basilica of the Holy Cross in Jerusalem. This has been maintained by Cistercian monks in the monastery which has been attached to the church for centuries.
Tradition says that the site of the Vatican Gardens was spread with earth brought from Golgotha by Helena[25][ 26] to symbolically unite the blood of Christ with that shed by thousands of early Christians, who died in the persecutions of Nero.[25]
According to one tradition, Helena acquired the Holy Tunic on her trip to Jerusalem and sent it to Trier.
Several of Saint Helena's treasures are now in Cyprus, where she spent some time. Some of them are a part of Jesus Christ's tunic, pieces of the holy cross, and the world's only pieces of the rope with which Jesus was tied on the Cross. The latter has been held at the Stavrovouni Monastery, which was also founded by Saint Helena.

Flavia Julia Helena 'Saint Helena DeLa Crox' Empress of The Holy Roman Empire (248 - 328)
is your 59th great grandmother
Daughter of Flavia Julia Helena 'Saint Helena DeLa Crox' Empress of
Son of Flavia Julia Constantina, Empress of
Daughter of Licinianus Vettus Justus
Daughter of Flavia Justinia
Son of Aelia Flacilla of
Son of Arcadius I Emperor of the Eastern
Daughter of Flavius Valerius Marcian Byzantine
Daughter of Aelia Marcia
Daughter of Alypia
Daughter of Aggripina Caratena of
Daughter of Agilofinginne
Son of Dode Deuteria RHEIMS COLOGNE
Daughter of Ansbertus Gallo The Senator of
Daughter of Gertrudis de
Daughter of Gerberga
Daughter of Sigrada (Nun) De Soissons
Daughter of Innachilde Hymneglide of
Son of Berswinde of the Franks
Son of Comte Adalric II "Eticho" de Basse
Son of Alberich of
Son of Eberhard I
Son of Meginhard I
Son of Eberhard II Count de
Son of Eberhard, Count
Son of Hugo Count
Son of Eberhard IV Count
Son of Hugh V "Count" of
Daughter of Hugo VI
Daughter of Gertrud Countess
Daughter of Agatha Von
Daughter of Saint Margaret Atheling Consort
Daughter of Matilda Edith "Princess of Scotland"
Son of Matilda Princess
Son of Henry II Of
Daughter of William
Daughter of Ida
Daughter of Beatrice
Daughter of Maud
Daughter of Ada de
Daughter of Maud
Daughter of Maud
Son of Maud
Son of Sir Humphrey
Son of Sir Humphrey
Son of Humphrey
Son of HUMPHREY IV
Daughter of HUMPHREY V
Son of ELEANOR Ellen
Daughter of Johnis Stafford
Son of Audrey
Daughter of Christopher
Daughter of ELIZABETH
Daughter of Elizabeth Catherine Almay
Son of Rebecca
Son of Cornelius
Daughter of John
Son of Deborah Ann
Son of Elias M
Son of Theodore Stogden
Son of Bruce Bronson
Daughter of James Edward


Friday, September 7, 2012

Another Cool (to me) Connection via My Gant Ancestors

Last night I found myself watching C-SPAN3. Not even the primary C-SPAN channel... the third tier. Like, I'm that lame. Except... I found it really, really fascinating. There was a lecture about Mary Lincoln and her post White House years. Then there was a symposium of sorts... the daughter of Betty Ford, the grandson of Bess Truman and the great-granddaughter of Lou Hoover answering questions about the lives of these respective First Ladies. It was educational and (I thought) interesting. But... then again... I'm the girl who spends an hour or more each night with ancestry.com. I'm a history and genealogy geek.

Here's a little snippet that I found last night... my tenth great-grandparents were also the 7th great-grandparents of two presidents: Richard Nixon and Jimmy Carter. Add those to our family connection to Grover Cleveland and connections to both FDR and Teddy Roosevelt... I'll never be President or a First Lady even... but I'm an awesome First Cousin... or, well, I guess it would be more like 12th cousin, five times removed (I'm making that up, I would have to see their entire genealogy to figure it out).

William Almy was born in 1601 in South Kilworth, Leicestershire, England. He died on February 28th, 1677/78 in Portsmouth, Rhode Island. He married Audrey Barlow sometime before 1627 in England. William and Audrey  Almy came to New England in 1635 with his family on the Abigail. William Almy was of "gentry origins" as indicated by the fact that he is always referred to as Mister in the records. He moved to Sandwich, Massachusetts, in April 1637 and to Portsmouth, Rhode Island in 1641. He held a number of minor offices in Rhode Island and appears to have been prosperous. He was one of the first Quakers in America.

My 10th great-grandmother, Audrey Barlowe is descended from King Henry II of England. I have a whole blog entry plus for this line... will share that with you soon.

My 9th great-grandfather, Christopher Almy bought land from the Indians (Native Americans) in Monmouth, New Jersey where many of my ancestors ended up living. He returned to Rhode Island at some point as he is buried in the Old Portsmouth Cemetery in Portsmouth, RI.

Here's the lineage going back to Audrey:





Audrey Barlowe (1603 - 1676)
is your 10th great grandmother
Son of Audrey
Daughter of Christopher
Daughter of ELIZABETH
Daughter of Elizabeth Catherine Almay
Son of Rebecca
Son of Cornelius
Daughter of John
Son of Deborah Ann
Son of Elias M
Son of Theodore Stogden
Son of Bruce Bronson
Daughter of James Edward
I'll give my usual disclaimer: my research is based heaviliy on information obtained through ancestry.com and it's either a fabulous snippet of history involving my ancestors or a fabulous snippet of American History.

Anyways... it's Friday. I'm working the later schedule today - the 11:30-4:30 - which is good. I woke up with back spasms again and my left leg wasn't really cooperating when I first got up (around 7am, I'm such a late sleeper now!)  A little coffee... a little time on the heating pad... and it's much better. Oscar the unsociable wiener dog is snuggled up beside me under a blanket, enjoying the warmth of human contact and heating pad contact. He's spoiled rotten but such a great cuddle buddy! He climbs in bed with me as soon as he realizes my mom is getting ready for work and stays beside me until either I get up... or mom gets home from work (she's a crossing guard so she's only gone an hour or so) and gets settled in on the couch.

My weekend plans are to be as Oscar-like and worthless as possible, to only move from the nest when absolutely necessary and to let my back recover from two weekends of moving - even though I didn't do much, if any, heavy lifting, I'm still really feeling some cumulative back pain. Once I get to the point of having trouble getting my legs to cooperate, I know I've overdone it somewhere. So it's zynga games and ancestry.com for this girl this weekend! Hope you have a great one, too! Love and hugs!


Thursday, September 6, 2012

A few things about Thursday

Ooops. Missed a Wednesday post. This week is flying by, which, I guess is the result of a four day weekend.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love my job?

If you're keeping score:
I worked three days
Was off for four days
Worked five days
Was off for four days
Will work three days
Will be off for two days
Will work three days
Will be off for one day
Will work one day
Be off for two days
Work four days
Off for three days...
Work four days
Off for three days
Work four days
Off for three days...
Yeah, it's a rough life.

I just really, really love working there. I know I had to be where I was for the past ten years... it was necessary for me to start my career with Uncle Bruce. I should have avoided the two and a half years of nomading with Darby but I would have missed some valuable life lessons. Maybe I shouldn't have moved to the mountains post-Darby but I would have missed out on some awesome bonds with a community that I think I was born to be a part of... and Austin wouldn't have the foundation and opportunities he has there.
It's hard to be split between two places, one hundred miles apart, yet, I have a kid in each port and it's a huge blessing to be a real part of each of their lives. I would add in a third hometown to be near my oldest if I was a woman of means and had more energy.

My back pain today is horrible. Horrible, I tell you. I woke up with muscle spasms. I don't go to work until 11:30 today so I know I'll be ok by then. I have an appointment at 12 with a customer that I really bonded with so I want to be sure to be there "bright eyed and bushy tailed". Even if my bushy tail is attached to an aching spine.

I'm not nearly as entertained by the Democratic National Convention as I was with the Republican National Convention. I think I've been fairly transparent about my political affiliation. I came across a pin yesterday that said, "Oh, you hate Southerners, Christians and Republicans? Tell me again how open-minded and tolerant of diverse opinions you are." That's how I feel about the Democratic Party. I feel that they're accepting of everything except the things that hit closest to me. I don't feel like a point by point presentation today of everything wrong with the DNC but I will say that Debbie Wasserman Schultz finally figured out how to handle her curly hair so... props for that. Her hair has looked great over the past two days.

I have a friend who (like me) rushed into a second marriage that turned out to be nothing they thought it would be that sadly has ended quickly (like my second marriage) which makes me sad for them. We all want to be a part of something that is a happily ever after. I keep saying, "I'm so sorry" because sometimes that's all you can say. You can help them dissect the problems but really, people don't want to hear that they made a bad decision. We can only make decisions based on the evidence before us... and sometimes we're not really willing to accept the truth about people, even if we see it. The best advice I've ever received in that respect is "if someone shows you who they are, believe them - the first time".

I've also got a couple of friends who went to school with me who have reconnected with other classmates via facebook and have ended up marrying... one couple will get married this weekend. I'm all about second chances and optimism and believing that the third time's a charm or sometimes you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince, etc.

I also know, sadly, that a leopard can't change his spots. He may paint them over but eventually that paint will wash off and you'll be stuck with the same deadbeat that abandoned his kids or the same shrew that alienated her first four husbands.

Oh, how delightful and de-loverly it is to be single!

My friend Natalie ... has a book that is being released in November. I've mentioned Natalie before... she is just an awesome woman of God who lost her husband, Michael, to suicide a few years back. Michael had bi-polar disorder and sadly thought that his family would be better off without him. Their daughter Jorjann is one of my adopted nieces and I frequently feature her sweet face on my blog. To find out more about her story or her book, go to www.natalieflake.com.

Since my discovery of my Mayflower connection, I've been sort of bogged down researching that time period and the other family members on that branch of the family. Honestly, when I first signed up for ancestry.com for the two week trial, I thought I'd have my whole family tree mapped out by the end of the two weeks. It didn't take me long to realize there was simply NO WAY that would happen. Then I bit the bullet and spent the cash for the whole six months subscription thinking SURELY I would be finished by the end of that six months. Now, four months in, despite working on this project for at least an hour a day, every day, and working much more than that on other days, I realize how far I still have to go. I want to put together a genealogy book that is heavy on biographies on the interesting characters that dot my tree and notsomuch about the "begats". It's a lot, a lot of work. However, I'm a single girl without vices such as drinking, gambling, dancing, etc, so I have nothing but time on my hands (minus the 20 hours a week I work).

In this process, I found out that a friend that I went to high school with is a 12th cousin. How cool is that? And I've been able to connect with distant cousins I didn't really grow up around. Genealogy is a great way to feel connected to both the past and the present!

Anyways... those are just a few things about Thursday that I wanted to share with you this week... hope your week is zipping happily along just like mine! Love and hugs, y'all!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Reasons to Love... um... Tuesday

I woke up this morning in the mountains and I'll go to sleep tonight in the suburbs.
It's been a long weekend, not restful but still rewarding.
We've had a lot of family visit and a few friends and it's nice to be in sort of a gathering place.
I've run all over the place with Austin - exhausting but again, rewarding.
He really, really needs someone up here or a few someones up here to adopt him and look after his transportation needs.
He lives with people who don't own a car.
Last month the work program picked him up at home.
This month the work program wants him to demonstrate his ability to find transportation so they're picking him up in town.
It's not a LONG walk, less than a mile. It's just unfun on rainy days.
They want to be able to recommend him for jobs and they have to be able to say that he is able to get where he needs to be.
I want to (s)mother him or at least know someone else is... but he's getting by on his own and learning to be resourceful.
But if you're regularly in the Jack P. Nix area and wouldn't mind giving him a ride occasionally... I'd rest easier.
This weekend we got his hair cut and his laundry done.
We picked up his girlfriend and brought her over for dinner with the family.
We took her home in bumper to bumper traffic and pouring rain.
Just a lot of running around.
Today I want to just curl up on my big comfy couch and go to sleep.
I have to work tomorrow so I'll wait until I get back to the ATL to do my curling up and sleeping.
It's not a LONG drive. Hopefully it won't be a bad drive.
I'm waiting until after rush hour to leave but... you can always have some unexpected stupidity happen along the interstate.
I'm going to get a shower... pack... straighten up my little "apartment"... take care of the trash and the perishables... make a half dozen trips to the bathroom to make sure I don't have to stop on my way home and... get rollin'...
I need to haul these boxes off to the dump but... yeah... not happening today.
We still have a little bit of unpacking to do here but... still, nothing urgent.
I had a nice dinner out with my aunt and uncle last night - Western Sizzlin - because there's not a lot to choose from here.
It was buffet only and I usually order a regular meal but it was still ok.
I'm trying to dognap their little dog, Chopper the chihuahua, because he loves me and wants to be my dog.
Of course, Oscar the wiener dog was not a fan of Chopper the chihuahua and there was much growling and gnashing of teeth on Oscar's part.
Oscar is just a little possessive. He didn't want another cutiepatootie taking his place.
I'm not sure when I became a dog person... and I think it's a conflict of interest to be a cat person AND a dog person... those are the kind of people who end up on those Animal Hoarding programs.
My niece Jamie (who is allergic to dogs) fell in love with my parents' big dogs - Lily and Lady. The dogs loved her right back. Poor girl was all swollen and itchy by the time she left.
She's getting a parakeet.
Lily and Lady did a good job of handling their business in a new place. They were a bit stiff and achy because of the stairs but they did ok.
My parents got most of the grass cut this weekend but they really need to hire someone to do that. It's a big yard and it's a slope.
My nieces decided they could put me in a wheelchair to take me to the lake after I told them it hurt my back to walk down there.
Then they cackled like hyenas at the thought of the wheelchair gaining speed going downhill and dumping me into the lake.
They are truly Gant children. Schiedenfreude. Happiness at the misfortune of others.
It would be funny... in a cartoon... not in real life.
Have I mentioned that our mountain house is right down the road from a nudist colony? Check it out - www.serendipity-park.com  I don't think there are any pictures. Ok. There are a few pictures. Just read the articles.
Anyways... guess I better get this show on the road.
Goodbye mountain house... we'll see you again soon.


Monday, September 3, 2012

My Mayflower Connection

There were 102 passengers and 30 crew members on the Mayflower when it sailed from England in 1620. In my genealogy research the other day, I discovered that my 9x great-grandmother and her father, my 10x great-grandfather were two of them. My 10x great-uncle Oceanus was born during the voyage. Here is the lineage, as best as I can tell. As usual, my most prevalent resource is ancestry.com, however, in this case, I have my grandmother's DAR research that takes me back to Aaron Cleveland and I relied on ancestry.com from that point back. I am still sorting through a huge box of genealogical research that grandma did and I imagine I'll find some additional confirmation there. In the meantime, as I always say, this is either a really interesting historical account of my ancestor or just a really interesting historical account.

Here's what I believe to be the lineage:



Stephen Hopkins (1580 - 1644)
is your 10th great grandfather
Daughter of Stephen
Daughter of Constance
Son of Mary
Daughter of Elisha
Son of Abigail
Son of Aaron
Daughter of John
Son of Caroline Amelia
Son of William Cleveland
Daughter of Charles Pelham
Son of Leta Mae
Daughter of James Edward
The information below is taken from www.mayflowerhistory.com compiled by Caleb Johnson:

Stephen Hopkins  was from Hampshire, England.  He married his first wife, Mary, and in the parish of Hursley, Hampshire; he and wife Mary had their children Elizabeth, Constance, and Giles all baptized there.  It has long been claimed that the Hopkins family was from Wortley, Gloucester, but this was disproven in 1998. 

Stephen Hopkins went with the ship Sea Venture on a voyage to Jamestown, Virginia in 1609 as a minister's clerk, but the ship wrecked in the "Isle of Devils" in the Bermudas.  Stranded on an island for ten months, the passengers and crew survived on turtles, birds, and wild pigs.  Six months into the castaway, Stephen Hopkins and several others organized a mutiny against the current governor.  The mutiny was discovered and Stephen was sentenced to death.  However, he pleaded with sorrow and tears.  "So penitent he was, and made so much moan, alleging the ruin of his wife and children in this his trespass, as it wrought in the hearts of all the better sorts of the company".  He managed to get his sentence commuted.

Eventually the castaways built a small ship and sailed themselves to Jamestown.  How long Stephen remained in Jamestown is not known.  However, while he was gone, his wife Mary died.  She was buried in Hursley on 9 May 1613, and left behind a probate estate which mentions her children Elizabeth, Constance and Giles.

Stephen was back in England by 1617, when he married Elizabeth Fisher, but apparently had every intention of bringing his family back to Virginia.  Their first child, Damaris, was born about 1618.  In 1620, Stephen Hopkins brought his wife, and children Constance, Giles, and Damaris on the Mayflower (child Elizabeth apparently had died).  

(Another account explains that Stephen's son, Oceanus, was the only child born during the voyage. Apparently they were supposed to leave in mid-July when Elizabeth was six months pregnant and the voyage was delayed several times, putting her in the position of delivering on board. Oceanus died when he was still a toddler. They don't include that part in the "happily ever after" version of the Thanksgiving story.)

Stephen was a fairly active member of the Pilgrims shortly after arrival, perhaps a result of his being one of the few individuals who had been to Virginia previously.  He was a part of all the early exploring missions, and was used almost as an "expert" on Native Americans for the first few contacts.  While out exploring, Stephen recognized and identified an Indian deer trap.  And when Samoset walked into Plymouth and welcomed the English, he was housed in Stephen Hopkins' house for the night.  Stephen was also sent on several of the ambassadorial missions to meet with the various Indian groups in the region. Stephen was an assistant to the governor through 1636, and volunteered for the Pequot War of 1637 but was never called to serve.  

By the late 1630s, however, Stephen began to occasionally run afoul of the Plymouth authorities, as he apparently opened up a shop and served alcohol.  In 1636 he got into a fight with John Tisdale and seriously wounded him.  In 1637, he was fined for allowing drinking and shuffleboard playing on Sunday.  Early the next year he was fined for allowing people to drink excessively in his house: guest William Reynolds was fined, but the others were acquitted.  In 1638 he was twice fined for selling beer at twice the actual value, and in 1639 he was fined for selling a looking glass for twice what it would cost if bought in the Bay Colony.  Also in 1638, Stephen Hopkins' maidservant got pregnant from Arthur Peach, who was subsequently executed for murdering an Indian.  The Plymouth Court ruled he was financially responsible for her and her child for the next two years (the amount remaining on her term of service).  Stephen, in contempt of court, threw Dorothy out of his household and refused to provide for her, so the court committed him to custody.  John Holmes stepped in and purchased Dorothy's remaining two years of service from him: agreeing to support her and child.

Stephen died in 1644, and made out a will, asking to be buried near his wife, and naming his surviving children.