Bartholemew Pond (b. 1736)
"3d son of Philip Pond, born 1736,
at Branford, Ct., married Lucy Curtis.
He died at Camden,
Oneida county,
N. Y., March 21st, 1810, aged
74 years-the
first person buried in that
cemetery.
By his side is this inscription:
"Widow Lucy Pond who died
March 1st, 1822, aged 84 years."
Bartholemew Pond was a remarkably
strong and sprightly man.
On a certain time he hired one of the
Brothertown Indians to help on the
farm. The Indian was permitted
to return to his people on some gala day,
but the Indian not returning
to his work, after waiting awhile impatiently,
Bartholemew went to their
encampment to find his help; but the Indian,
seeing him, waited until
Bartholemew had dismounted, when he slipped up,
slyly, and mounted
Bartholemew's horse, and commenced galloping around in
true
Indian
style where Bartholemew could see him, but refused to come to
him,
tantalizing him by prancing around and near him, as he thought in
perfect safety. Bartholemew, watching his opportunity, sprang to the
horse's bit, grasping that with one hand, while with the other he took
the Indian from the horse, and carrying the Indian around over the rump
of his horse, he placed his foot in the stirrups, mounted his horse, and
put off on a full gallop, carrying the Indian thus with one hand an even
mile before either of them spoke a word, when the Indian begged for
quarter."
March 1997
Samuel
(ca 1617 England) "It
appears that he was married in Windsor,
Conn.,
Nov 14th,1642, to
Sarah______. His wif's family name is not known to
the
compiler.
He died March 11th, 1654 In the struggles, incident to
the
first
settlement of a new country, and in the short period in which
he
lived he
had not accumulated a large property, (62 acres of land only),
but
what he
had accumulated, over and above the support of his
family,
was left
them
free of encumbrance. Here follows the
inventory of his
estate as
copied
from the "Original Records
in the State House at
Hartford, Ct.,"
all in "ye
olden style
.""....Later records show
wife as Sarah Ware.
Also
different
dates than above.
Samuel II (b. 1648)
"Samuel
Pond was a Deputy to the General Court
from
Branford in 1678-1682
1683 and 1687; and was Lieutenant in 1695.
When first
elected Deputy in
1678, there were but twenty-two towns,
and forty-two
Deputies,
all but two
electing two Deputies each -
Branford two. We have
no
account of their
deaths."
Dan Pond (b. 1726)
"1st son of Philip Pond,
born March 4th 1726,
at
Branford, Ct.,
married Mabel Munson, born June 27th
1730. Dan Pond
resided
at
Stockbridge, Berkshire County, Mass., at the time
of the birth
of
his
youngest son, but soon after moved to Poultney, Rutland
County,
Vt.
The exact
date cannot now be determined as the town Records
have
been
burnt, and the
oldest of the Church Records are lost. He settled
on a
hill in the eastern part
of town, known as "Pond Hill" to this
day."
Abel Pond (b. 1753) "3d son of the Patriarch
Dan Pond,
born
Oct. 27th, 1753;
married Eunice Curtis, (no date) and
settled
in Lenox,
Berkshire county,
Mass. In the month of May, 1782,
he moved to
Poultney,
Rutland
county, Vt., and settled, at first, on
"Pond Hill," but
subsequently settled
in the western part of the town,
on what was
known as "Poultney Flats,"
where he resided the remainder
of his days.
(A Revolutionary soldier). In
Oct. 1805, as Abel Pond and
his wife
Eunice were about starting for meeting
, the horses took fright
and
ran, and Eunice Pond Jumped out
of the wagon,
breaking one of her
limbs, which finally mortified,
causing her death
In view of the
afflictious (sp) of his brother Abel, the
Hon. Benjamin Pond,
of
Sehrona,
Essex county, N. Y., addressed the following lines to him,
which
are here
reproduced for the
benefit of all friends interested.
"
Abel Pond married for his 2d wife the
widow Jerusha Barnes,
whose
maiden name was Gillett,
born May 27th, 1768.
(About the year 1818 Abel Pond began to be seriously troubled with the gravel, or "stone in the
bladder." He submitted to an operation in 1821, but it is said "It was so unskillfully performed
as
to gradually result in paralysis." Be that as it may, he first
gradually lost use of his arms; then his
lower limbs; then the muscles
of his back and neck, when it finally struck to his heart which
carried
him off Dec. 29th, 1828. He was a remarkably sprightly and athletic
man. Even after he
had lost the use of his arms so that he could not
raise his hands to his face, he could
raise up
and strike his feet
together three times before he came to the
ground.) Jerusha Pond died
May
13th, 1842, at Covington, Genesee county,
N.Y.
Jared Pond (b. 1762) "Jared Pond married
for his second wife the widow Mary Halsted in March, or April, 1800, born
Jan. 1st, 1769, at Fishkill, Dutchess County, N.Y. She was the daughter of
Platt and Ida Rogers.
In July 12th, 1791, she married Dr.
Daniel Halsted,
who died in 1795. She moved to Bason
Harbor, on Lake
Champlain, Vt, in 1796
, where she married Jared Pond in 1800, as
above
stated. Jared Pond was a
merchant, a Captain in the Militia,
and a Justice of the Peace. He was
a volunteer in the battle of
Plattsburg in 1814. Mary Pond was a very
devoted Methodist, and
devotedly
attached to her family, but not so
selfishly as to forget duty to her
country,
as the
following letter of
hers to her husband, written on
the
very day of the battle of Plattsburg,
now
here reproduced,
will
amply testify:"
Ira Pond (b. 1766) "11th son of the
Patriarch Dan Pond,
born Nov. 10th, 1766; married first Olive Bateman
Feb.
22nd, 1802,
born Nov. 22nd, 1774. Olive Pond died June 6th, 1814.
Ira Pond
married second
Widow Wealthy Douglass Jan. 9th, 1815, born
May 31st,
1785, and died Dec. 30th, 1864. Ira
Pond died March 11th,
1837.
Ira Pond was a very muscular and powerful man. His brothers
were
mostly large and
strong men, but Ira would take any two of them-
one
in each hand-and handle them with ease.
He once caught two live
deer
and held them. I have heard my grandfather say, "Brother Ira
could
chop twelve cords of four-foot wood a day." But it is but justice to
say it was chestnut.
At a certain time, while he was a young man
working
for his brother Josiah, who was
also
a powerful man, a
certain
"pugilist"
came to Josiah's and
bantered Josiah for a fight.
Josiah
kept
putting him
off, saying, "I don't want to fight."
But the pugilist
seemed to be
spoiling
for a fight,
and kept
bantering and daring him.
Josiah kept quietly at his
work about
his barn, which had a
large yard
fenced in with a tight board
fence six feet high. After awhile, Ira spoke
up,
"Brother
Josiah don't want
to fight, he can fight,
but it is against
his principles, for he is a
church
member.
You had better take some
one to fight with who is not a church
member."
"Perhaps you would
like
to take it up, "remarked the Pugilist.
"I don't want to fight when I
have nothing to fight
about,
but
I can fight,
and it is not against my principles.
I don't
belong to the church, but
Brother Josiah
does, and it is
against his principles to fight." By talking
thus for some
time,
the pugilist being off
his guard, Ira, watching his
opportunity,
caught the "pugilist" by the collar with
one hand,
and with
the
other the seat of his pants, and raising the pugilist
up in the air
walked
around to the gate and
came into the yard again
with the remark,
bowing,
" By G-d, sir, I have had enough of you."
"We
are no fighting
men,"
Ira replied. "Brother Josiah can fight,
but he belongs to the church,
and it is
against his principles.
Another anecdote and we pass on with
the record.
On another occasion, when the snow was very deep, making
it
difficult to turn out with a
sleigh, Ira and a brother were
riding
through the country where a certain "bruiser"
by the name of
Brown
frequented, and who was the terror of the
neighborhood, often making
people give all the
road; and it so
happened that Brown and Ira and
his brother met, when Brown
motioned to Ira to
give the road. Ira gave
half only.
Brown sung out, "Give all the road." Ira jumped out,
thinking
his size would make Brown take a "sober second thought"
,
but Brown, having wound the lash of
his loaded whip around his
hand,
met Ira with the butt
of his whip over his head, knocking
him
down,
and then pitched on to him
intending to give him a sound
thrashing.
Ira caught Brown by
his hair
with both hands,
and
drew Brown's head down so tight that he could not
do anything,
and
so
Brown sung out to his companion in his sleigh to
"come
and cut off
his
hair." His companion
rose to comply, when Ira's
brother arose,
and pointing his finger at Brown's companion,
remarked,
"Keep your
seat, sir. Let them alone. He'll get enough before he is
done with
it."
Brown's wife then spoke up, "If he does get licked,
it'll
be the fust
time." When Ira had held
Brown long enough to gather
his
thoughts
fully, (for the blow of the whip had stunned him) he
let
go
with
one hand, and with the other threw Brown off at arm's
length, as
he would a child, and
held him there, and jumping up, gave
Brown
two or
three blows with his other fist, when he let
him go,
remarking,
"Now you can go, and mind you turn out and give
half the
road."
Brown got
up, got into his sleigh, and very
much
humbled-minus
humility-for once in his life observed
the
golden rule, and did
"as he would wish to be done
by."
He gave the whole of the road.
He
learned, too,
that,
however much of a "bully" a man might be,
his match
could be
found."
The following is on her tombstone:
