My Ancestors (6) – Christopher Hussey – 1599 – 1686

(1) Christopher Hussey, (2) Stephen Hussey, (3) (Abigaill Hussey) Marshall, (5) Major Elihu Marshall, (6) Elizabeth (Marshall) Guion, (7) Elijah Guion, (8) Elijah Guion II, (9) Alfred Beck Guion, (10) Alfred Duryee Guion, (11) Alfred Peabody Guion, (12) Judith Anne Guion

May 10, 1798, was a Thursday. In the town of New Rochelle, New York, people had gathered for a wedding. Probably, though we aren’t sure, they had gathered in the village’s little Episcopal church; both groom and bride had been raised by Church-of-England mothers, though on their father’s side the groom was Huguenot and the bride, Quaker.

Elijah Guion, 28 years old, 10th child of the late John Guion, farmer and good-sized land-owner of the near-by vicinity called Rye, was taking as his bride a 19-year-old girl, Elizabeth Marshall. She was the eldest living daughter of Maj. Elihu Marshall, a veteran officer of the revolution which had ended only 15 years before; we can safely assume that the Major, looking older than his 48 years, was present to give his daughter away.

In the weeks to come, I will post information on Elizabeth’s ancestors. I will present these original American ancestors in the order of their arrival in America.

Earliest of our ancestors to reach this country where the three Hussey’s, who arrived at Boston on the good ship “William and Francis” in June, 1630. Christopher Hussey was a young man of 33. He was born at Dorking, England, the son of John Hussey, who was roughly a contemporary of Shakespeare. John’s wife, Christopher’s mother, was Mary Wood, whom John had married at Dorking on December 5, 1593. Christopher himself was born, or at least baptized, on February 18, 1599. Christopher’s wife, Theodate (Bachiler) Hussey also arrived with them.

The Hussey’s were a good middle-class family. Christopher Hussey became a sailor, and it was probably in his sea-faring capacity that he encountered the romance which, years later, became told and re-told in Nantucket tradition.

It seems that his ship, during the 1620’s, ferried across to Holland a congregation of Dissenters, a unique group, called the “Company of the Plough”. Head of this company was the Rev. Stephen Batchiler, an elderly hell-raiser whose entire life had been one continuous storm. Bachiler had with him his charming daughter, Theodate, apparently his youngest by his first wife. What happened was that Christopher Hussey, the sailor, fell dead in love with Theodate Bachiler.

They asked the old man for permission to wed. Bachiler, never shy, was planning at this time (1629) to bring his congregation to America. Why not use Hussey and Theodate as his advance-agents? So he set a condition. “Take the girl to America and settle there and you can have her — not otherwise”, he said in effect; and Christopher Hussey accepted the bargain.

Bachelor married them in Holland. They went back to England (with Bachiler, perhaps, accompanying) for two purposes: to book passage for Boston, and to pick up Christopher’s mother, Mary, who had been widowed by John Hussey’s death. So here they were, all three, aboard the “William and Francis”, a ship that made regular trips to Boston and ended this one some time in June, 1630.

Christopher and his two womenfolk looked briefly around Boston, evidently didn’t like it, and within a month or so joined a group that was starting a new settlement ten miles up the coast; the Indians called the place “Saugus”. It became the town of Lynn in 1636, six years after its founding. Both Christopher Hussey and his mother, “ye auld widow”, are listed among the original proprietors of the land, jointly granted to several colonists, on which the town was built. This was the first of four New England towns which Christopher Hussey helped to found.

Theodate obviously had been pregnant before she left England, for her first child, named Stephen after his grandfather, was born at Lynn (or Saugus) in September, 1630. Stephen Hussey was the second white child born there, and the fifth white child born in Massachusetts Bay Colony. We are descended from him. The baby went unchristened for two years, and thereby hangs another oft-told tale.

Next week I’ll continue the story of Christopher Hussey, his son Stephen Hussey and his father-in-law, the Rev. Stephen Bachiler.

Source: COLONIAL ORIGINS of the CALIFORNIA GUION, An Informal Genealogical Study by Ernest Jerome Hopkins, finished in 1952.

Tomorrow I’ll begin posting a week of letters written in 1943. It is the Spring and I believe Lad has met Marian Irwin in California.

Judy Guion 


Special Picture #338 – Trumbull House – Then and Now – Side of the Barn – 1943 – 2018


View of the side of the barn


Photo of Lad (Alfred Peabody, my father) standing on the side of the barn, probably on his furlough in September, 1943.


Tomorrow another post about one of my ancestors.

On Monday, I’ll begin posting letters written in 1943, a momentous year for Lad in California.

Judy Guion

Life in Alaska – Dear Grande Pierre and all le Habitat de Guion (2) – May 17, 1946

Around the first of the month the company asked me to go on days to turn out the old floats for the Travelair at Merrill field. I was the only one who had worked on floats before, and so was the appointee. I started in by testing the floats, found some leaks had developed in the two years the floats have been idle and so enlisted additional help in the person of Art Dawe, one of our sheet metal men, in patching the bad portions. It was on Saturday the 11th, a week ago today, that we were working on this project

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 very industriously, I inside the float, Art outside. In drilling and hammering on the surface there were particles of aluminum and other small objects floating about in the air and a good deal of it found its way into my eyes. I gave it only passing thot, as every day in Anchorage one’s eyes are continually assaulted by flying dust stirred up by passing cars and the whims of the winds. However, on the way in after work at night I felt an obstinate particle in my right eye. At home I stood before a mirror and observed a fine, shiny piece of material, square on the eyeball. I took a piece of tissue, moistened the tip of a twisted point, and deftly lifted the particle from my inflamed eye. Finding some Murine, I put a few drops in each eye, and went on about my business, forgetting the whole affair 15 or 20 minutes later when both eyes felt normal. I visited the Thorsen’s till about 1 a.m., then went home and read in bed and (tsk,tsk) till nearly 3. My eyes became a little watery, but seemed not exceptionally so under the circumstances. However I crawled under the covers and turned out the light. When I shut my eyes they both seemed suddenly painful, but I figured they were just rebelling against all the misuses of the day and night. I went to work Sunday, but from the moment I arose the light was nearly unbearable, but I soon realized that the left eye was the sensitive one, the right only sympathetic. By covering the left eye I was able to drive a little, but got anyone riding with me to do it if possible. All day on the floats they bothered me, and outdoors the strain was terrific. I decided that if the condition wasn’t improved Monday morning that I would stay off work and visit a doctor. The rest you already know, except that I didn’t mention that Dr. Romig found a small foreign body in the left eye which he removed with a knife. This particle was dug in right on the edge of the cornea, and as it was so serious, he had me eating penicillin and dropping it in my eyes also. Yesterday he sent me to Dr. Shepherd, and with the aid of the eye machine Dr. Shepherd discovered that there was some sediment left on the right cornea from the piece I had removed, and that was what he removed last night. Now there is a diminishing  ulcer on the left eye, and as I said before, all should be as good as ever within two weeks. In the meantime I am to see the doctor every two days until he knows all danger from the ulcer is over. Did I ever tell you about my operation?          I failed to find Dan’s address, so will forward the package to you for re-mailing along with a package for Dave which he never received, and which was returned to me last Wednesday. My apologies to you, Dave, but as you see, it was no fault of mine.

May 20th

          Probably better skip the refrigerator, as I have too many expenses already. The end of this month I am going into a small apartment with Chuck Halgrimson, one of the hangar fellows. There is no refrigerator in the apartment, but will get along sans that item.

Saw Romig this morning, he says my eyes are coming fine. Now it is time to go to work, so until the next chance, Adieu.

Am sending a package containing Dave’s bundle, and also the gift for the little French girl. Will you please address the package and send it on to France, letting me know the bill.


Love to A Betty, Jean and Marian

Hello Dave and Greetings to the old married stinkers.

Also included in this letter were two articles about travel over the Alaskan Highway and a poem about Helicopter Pilots called THE STUMP*JUMPERS LAMENT.

Tomorrow I’ll post more Special Pictures of the Trumbull House – Then and Now.

On Sunday, more about My Ancestors.

Judy Guion

Life in Alaska – Dear Grande Pierre and all le Habitat de Guion (1) – May 17, 1946



P. O. Box 822


May 17, 1946

4:35 p.m.

Dear Grande pierre and all le habitat de Guion

Received the news of Danielle yesterday, and can imagine what excitement it must have caused back in quiet Trumbull. I’ll guess that there was much supper table talk on the night the cable was received, oui?

I made a trip into a cute little shop in Anchorage today, and purchased a bit of frillery for our new relative. I expect I’ll mail it tomorrow if I can find the address to which it should be mailed. I’m dying to meet the three Frenchies, and share the suspense along with the rest of you while we wait to hear when they will arrive at the feet of Miss Liberty down battery way.

May 18th

          The doctor says I can go to work tonight. No doubt you are now learning what killed the dog. You see, he removed the patch from my right eye this afternoon. It seemed necessary to have it covered as long as the operation had been performed. The right eye being bad was a surprise to all of us, as everyone thot it was only my left eye which was affected. The operation (the last one) was performed by a specialist on the post, as the local city doctor was a little worried about the left eye upon which he had operated last Monday. He sent me to Dr. Shepherd at the post hospital for observation and advice. Dr. Shepherd seemed to think my left eye was progressing OK, but discovered the trouble in the right eye. Now, as I type, my left eye is doing most of the work is I can’t even see the letters on the keyboard with my right eye. There is a slight ulcer in the left eye, but if all goes well it should clear up within two weeks. When the pupil in the right eye becomes normal again the vision should be good. Right now it is about the size of a large pea due to the fact that Dr. Shepherd used a solution to dilate it last night, just before he operated. Of course all this is rather expensive, but I will probably come out fairly well, as the insurance is supposed to cover all doctor bills and a percentage of the lost salary (about 60%, less the wages for the first and last day lost.) The cost of medicine (now up to $12) will have to be borne by myself I suppose. Really I am very fortunate I’m told. There is only one specialist in the territory, Dr. Shepherd, and he has out at the station hospital, the only eye exploration machine in the territory, and it is one of very few in the U.S.

I have been off work since last Monday. I worked Sunday but was very miserable doing it. Of course I should explain that I was working days all last week, and therein lies the tale.

Tomorrow, the tale of how this all came about.

On Saturday, I will begin a new series, the Diary of John Jackson Lewis from January 28, 1851 to March 11, 1851 and his story, Journal of a Voyage to California, during those same dates.  

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Ced (Page 3) – Details of Recent Events – May 12, 1946

Trumbull, Conn., May 12, 1946

Dear Ced:

Sometimes the impact of events, instead of inspiring one to eloquence to do justice to the occasion, sort of paralyzes one’s ability to get across more than the mere facts, so here’s the double news this week, baldly stated:

1 – Dan has a daughter

2 – Dave is home.

As for the details, Jean called me up at the office Friday with the news that a cable had just been telephoned to the house, as follows: Paris, May 9th, “Chiche joyfully presents your first grand daughter. Letter follows. Dan”. And that is all we actually know, except the sidelight revealed by a letter in English (the first so written) from Chiche received Saturday, which I know you will enjoy and appreciate as much as I did, and do. Here it is:

“Calais, France, April 10th, 1946. Dearest Dad: a long time ago that I have not given some news to you. At first I hope you are in good health and that all is right for you. So Dad I am trying to write to you in English because I know that it will give you much pleasure but I ask you to be very indulgent for my bad English. Perhaps would you be willing if you see me now with my dictionary near me and my forehead bent upon. I am funny. Dani is in England since two weeks and the time is very long without him. I often receive letters from him, happily. My health is very good. I am very big and I am waiting impatiently the end of this month. All is ready for the baby’s arrival and we talk only of this event. I hope Dani will be here near me during this moment. I don’t remember Dad to have said to you that if the heir is a boy his name will be Jean-Pierre, and if a girl, Danielle. These names please Dan. I will, too, thank you, dearest Dad, for all that you make for me, and also for all your goodness. All that you sent me is from very good choice. The fur coat is very nice. My dearest Dad, I think for today I have no more to say. I hope Marian is well. Does she prefer a boy or a girl? I hope, too, that this letter will be a pleasure to you Dad. Love to all the family and perhaps for Dave too, now. So long Dad, Your daughter who loves you, Chiche.”

Needless to say I am eagerly awaiting the “letter that follows”.

Now as to Dave. As I told you in last week’s letter, Dave phoned last Sunday morning and promised to phone again later. He did and reported he would be released late Monday afternoon. So, just after the noon hour I locked my office door, posted a sign that the office would be closed, stating the reason, picked up Dick and Jean at Trumbull and started off for Ayer, Mass. we arrived there at about 5, found Dave and two Bridgeport boys who were also discharged the same time he was, loaded their baggage in back, started back home, stopped enroute for supper, deposited our passengers at their respective homes and got to Trumbull about 11 P. M. Aside from being thinner, Dave is just the same. He told me he was fearful that he would find things changed all too much from the way he remembered them, and is quite delighted to find his fears were in vain. He has been spending the week trying to find civilian clothes, renewing old acquaintances, looking over the office and in general trying to get “settled” again to civilian life. We had fixed the attic room up for him (most of it being done by Jean and Dick), but he has an idea that he would like to fix up a place to sleep in the club quarters, the boy’s club fixed up in the barn, so that for the summer at least, he will not have to meander through my room and Lad’s and Marian’s, night and morning, particularly later in the year when this might be disturbing to my expected new grandchild. He gets home at the right time. Lilacs are in bloom and all is fresh and green.


Trumbull (Page 2)- Dear Dan and Ced – More Personal News – May 12, 1946


Dan, 1945

Ced, 1947

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Dear Dan and Ced:

Page 1 of my letter was written with carbons that I might send to various members of the family to keep them up to date. It will go to Aunt Elsie, Aunt Anne, Aunt Helen, Aunt Dorothy, Uncle Kemper, as well as to both of you. Page 2 herewith is a bit more private and personal.

Of course, Dan, I am delighted with the idea of a granddaughter. You know it is possible to frame up some very good reasons both for and against the first child being a son or a daughter. I already have two grandsons as you may have heard, so as far as I personally am concerned, little Danielle is just right. I like the name to. So, too, does everyone else here who have expressed themselves on the subject. There is only one fly in the ointment. You have guessed it. I want my son and daughter and new grandchild home, and the next big event in my life will be the day they come back to their Trumbull home. Can you give me any idea now when that date will be? In spite of numerous requests I have not even been informed how long your contract lasts, whether it was made for six months or a year, and if the former, what the status is now. You wrote me before signing up what it might be but no details of what was actually agreed upon. However, I am in no mood to be critical tonight, just a proud and happy grandfather — to full in fact, for utterance.

You will be interested to know that Pete Linsley and Barbara (Plumb) are engaged. If they can obtain building materials they expect to build their own home on the Plumb property toward the road from the tennis court. The date has tentatively been set for the wedding Aug. 31st.

A bit of sad news. Norman Shadick, seamen first-class, 18, died May 2nd at a  Kansas hospital as a result of internal injuries when he fell from a fire engine while on his way to a fire at the Naval Air Station where he was stationed. The funeral was held Tuesday at Trumbull Church.

Lad has completed his first week with Borck and Stevens, where he is temporarily employed as a mechanic keeping their trucks in running order. This is preliminary to a bigger job there after a period of probation and until he decides what school or college, if any, he will attend in the fall. Meantime he, like Dan, is looking forward to being a proud father. Very wisely they, neither of them, have set their minds definitely on hoping for a boy or a girl, but will be satisfied with whatever transpires. Even twins would not disturb their equilibrium. (Little did he know !)

Butch and Marty 

          Elizabeth and Zeke have just finished repainting and redecorating their house inside. Butch and Marty grow apace. Dick is still trying to find a school that gives the sort of course he is interested in taking and that is not too crowded to take on any more vets. Up to present writing, a Rhode Island school seems to be the best possibility. Aunt Betty keeps remarkably well, and in spite of the growing mouths to feed, she still keeps up her end manfully.

Ced sort of gets crowded out of the news with all these other events stepping on each other’s heels, but we love him just the same, even though (as far as I know) he is not presenting me with any grandchildren. Maybe he’ll whelp a plane, who knows?

Thus passes another important event in the annals of the Guion family. Today is Mother’s Day, and I cannot but think how, if she were here now, she would be thrilled at the thought of a granddaughter as well as having all her sons safe and sound after four years of war.


Tomorrow, a letter addressed to Ced alone, which fills in some information regarding a cable from Paris announcing the birth of Grandpa’s first granddaughter, Chiche’s first letter to Grandpa, , in English, and Dave’s homecoming.

Judy Guion

Trumbull – Dear Chiche (Page 1) – Two Momentous Reports – May 12, 1946

For some reason, I am missing two letters, one from April 28th and one from May 5th, so Dave’s arrival home hasn’t been covered in these posts. I do not know about his exact travels, but I do know that he was discharged on May 6th, the exact day that Danielle was born in Calais, France. Over the years, they have joked that they were both “released” on the same day.  

Trumbull, Conn., May 12, 1946

Dear Chiche,

How proud a grandfather I am today! I received Dan’s cable from Paris saying that my first granddaughter had arrived. I am glad it was a girl. I know you would have preferred the oldest to be a boy but I can think, as you can, of many good reasons why it is an advantage for the first to be a girl.

We Americans have some queer customs. One is to have various “Days” for various occasions. Today is “Mother’s Day”. And  how appropriate it is in view of the news that has been received from France.

I hope everything went nicely for you, and that you had a comparatively easy time, if the word easy can ever be applied to such an event. Of course I am waiting eagerly to hear the details from Dan’s letter which he promised to write after sending his cable.

To make everything more enjoyable, on top of the news of baby’s arrival, and Dave’s return from Manila, I received your very welcome English letter. If you wanted to please me immensely, you have certainly succeeded, and I want to complement you on the letter. You need never be ashamed or hesitant about writing in English. Your meaning is perfectly clear and even if some of the sentences are more of French construction than English, it is far better than I could have done if I had tried to write you in French. I have an idea, however, you hesitated about sending it for quite a while after you had written it. You need not have done so, and now that the ice has been broken and the result is so good, you won’t need to hesitate a second time. It won’t be many months now, I hope, before you will not need to write because you will be right home here in your American home where we are all waiting for you to proudly show us the new Guion heir.

Everyone here likes the name you have chosen. I am so anxious to see and hold in my arms my little Danielle and it will be a proud day for all of us when you all arrive in Trumbull.

Marian and Lad will be well contented no matter which arrives — boy or girl will be equally welcome. She also is approaching that uncomfortable stage but her health remains good. She is dieting so as to keep her weight down to the proper level. Both she and Lad have fixed up their room very attractively in blue and Marian is busy preparing for the big event. Her folks in California held a “shower” for her a while ago and sent her some attractive baby things. Maybe they have “showers” in France, too. If not, ask Dan what they are when you see him. I do hope he was able to be on hand, and the fact he sent the cable from Paris makes me believe he might have been back from England in time for the arrival of his first child, as well as be on hand to share Mother’s joy over the firstborn.

All of us here send our love and congratulations and as I said before, we can hardly wait now for the time when you all will be with us in person. I suppose it will be about four months before Baby will be old enough to travel, but I am hoping that by September 11th, which is my birthday, I can have a real celebration. Now, little Mother, give little Danielle a loving Grandfather’s kiss and hurry home soon to

Your loving


Tomorrow and Wednesday, two more letters from Grandpa, also written on May 12th, and Thursday and Friday will be devoted to a long letter and enclosures from Ced, dated May 17th.

Judy Guion