Lamport Family
When William Lamport was a lad come thirteen years of age about the middle of the eighteenth century, he ran away from home, as tradition says, and went to sea, intending to reach America. The vessel on which he sailed was captured by a slave trader and he with two other boys was taken to Africa to be exchanged for slaves, but at the coast they managed to get away and put to sea in a ships boat. They were picked up by a friendly ship and brought to America, where William landed in Bristol, Rhode Island. At that place and the little town of Warren nearby, he grew to manhood and was a blacksmith by trade.
William Lamport Jr. who bore his father's name was born at Pownal, Vermont, 17 July 1778. Of his childhood and youth I have no record but when about twenty years of age, he was married to Miss Martha Petty Babbitt of Providence Rhode Island.
With his young bride he located at Sharon, Schoharie County, New York, among the western foothills of the Catskills mountains. At this time he purchased a book in which to record his business accounts and although the entries are somewhat meager relating principally to matters of trust, yet they afford sufficient data to give knowledge of his whereabouts and occupation down to the year 1848. When he closed business and came to spend his reclining years with Ansel Lamport, in that book and in his own handwriting, are recorded the birth of each of his children giving not only the place and date but the hour of the day. His first child was born at Sharan on 5 March 1800. This was a daughter Electa and whose advent, he informs us, took place at nine O'clock in the morning. There also at three O'clock in the afternoon on 20 January 1803 a son was born whom he gave the name of Hiram. Soon after Hiram's birth he moved to Seneca, here a second son was born, whom he called William B. Lamport on 7 March 1805 and there in the same year his young wife died.
The long life of William Lamport was full of vicissitude and labor. In the strictest sense he was one of the pioneers of America, his days were nearly all spent in a log house and in clearing up heavy timbered farms. He moved westward from time to time, keeping pace with advancing civilization, and never shrinking from the difficulties and privations of backwoods life.
He had a good education for one of his day and was a fine penman. He looked up to and honored his neighbors wherever he lived. Always interested in public affairs, he was frequently an office holder. Physically he was a powerful man and fearless in danger and frequently served as constable or under sheriff, several interesting incidents of his career being left to us.
He was a member of the New York state Militia during the war of 1812 and served in the campaign along the Niagara frontier. In early life he was a member of the Presbyterian church as was also his second wife, I knew nothing of the pilgrim faith of his first wife. But he seems to have wandered from the fold. Yet when the things of time were slipping from his grasp he turned with anxious solicitude toward the future. Some two weeks before he died he made a complete surrender of himself to God, relying wholly on his mercy in Jesus. His son Allyn says, "His repentance was most genuine. He wept until his eyes were literally blood shot," and "God did not turn the wanderer away. He entered safely into the fold and in a few days died in peace." He died 24 December 1859 age 81 years 5 months and 7 days. He was buried in a little country grave yard four miles directly south of Mishmaker.
He was six feet in statue, large of frame and spare of flesh, but weighing in prime of life about 175 pounds. A daguerrotype, lying before me, shows him as he was in extreme age, with a good forehead, large deep set eyes, prominent were the cheek bones, large mouth and heavy under jaw. His face was beardless, save a short growth under his chin and his head was covered with hair so snowy white the artist hardly caught it. There is a sad but kind look upon his intelligent face. His eyes especially have a mournful expression. There is something about him in build and features very much resembling the pictures of Abraham Lincoln.The long life of Wm. Jr. was full of vicissitude and labor. In the strictest sense he was one of the pioneers of America. His days were all spent in log house and in clearing up heavy timbered land. He had a good education for one of his day and was a fine penman. Physically he was a powerful man and fearless in danger. He was six feet in stature, large of frame and spare of flesh, weighing in prime of life 175 lbs.
Woodworths was a prominent family of the community of Ovid near Trumansburg,NY...Thir genealogy traces back to Walter Woodworth who settled at Scituate, MskA not far from Plymouth Rock and some twenty years after the landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.
Lamport Family
When William Lamport was a lad come thirteen years of age about the middle of the eighteenth century, he ran away from home, as tradition says, and went to sea, intending to reach America. The vessel on which he sailed was captured by a slave trader and he with two other boys was taken to Africa to be exchanged for slaves, but at the coast they managed to get away and put to sea in a ships boat. They were picked up by a friendly ship and brought to America, where William landed in Bristol, Rhode Island. At that place and the little town of Warren nearby, he grew to manhood and was a blacksmith by trade.
William Lamport Jr. who bore his father's name was born at Pownal, Vermont, 17 July 1778. Of his childhood and youth I have no record but when about twenty years of age, he was married to Miss Martha Petty Babbitt of Providence Rhode Island.
With his young bride he located at Sharon, Schoharie County, New York, among the western foothills of the Catskills mountains. At this time he purchased a book in which to record his business accounts and although the entries are somewhat meager relating principally to matters of trust, yet they afford sufficient data to give knowledge of his whereabouts and occupation down to the year 1848. When he closed business and came to spend his reclining years with Ansel Lamport, in that book and in his own handwriting, are recorded the birth of each of his children giving not only the place and date but the hour of the day. His first child was born at Sharan on 5 March 1800. This was a daughter Electa and whose advent, he informs us, took place at nine O'clock in the morning. There also at three O'clock in the afternoon on 20 January 1803 a son was born whom he gave the name of Hiram. Soon after Hiram's birth he moved to Seneca, here a second son was born, whom he called William B. Lamport on 7 March 1805 and there in the same year his young wife died.
The long life of William Lamport was full of vicissitude and labor. In the strictest sense he was one of the pioneers of America, his days were nearly all spent in a log house and in clearing up heavy timbered farms. He moved westward from time to time, keeping pace with advancing civilization, and never shrinking from the difficulties and privations of backwoods life.
He had a good education for one of his day and was a fine penman. He looked up to and honored his neighbors wherever he lived. Always interested in public affairs, he was frequently an office holder. Physically he was a powerful man and fearless in danger and frequently served as constable or under sheriff, several interesting incidents of his career being left to us.
He was a member of the New York state Militia during the war of 1812 and served in the campaign along the Niagara frontier. In early life he was a member of the Presbyterian church as was also his second wife, I knew nothing of the pilgrim faith of his first wife. But he seems to have wandered from the fold. Yet when the things of time were slipping from his grasp he turned with anxious solicitude toward the future. Some two weeks before he died he made a complete surrender of himself to God, relying wholly on his mercy in Jesus. His son Allyn says, "His repentance was most genuine. He wept until his eyes were literally blood shot," and "God did not turn the wanderer away. He entered safely into the fold and in a few days died in peace." He died 24 December 1859 age 81 years 5 months and 7 days. He was buried in a little country grave yard four miles directly south of Mishmaker.
He was six feet in statue, large of frame and spare of flesh, but weighing in prime of life about 175 pounds. A daguerrotype, lying before me, shows him as he was in extreme age, with a good forehead, large deep set eyes, prominent were the cheek bones, large mouth and heavy under jaw. His face was beardless, save a short growth under his chin and his head was covered with hair so snowy white the artist hardly caught it. There is a sad but kind look upon his intelligent face. His eyes especially have a mournful expression. There is something about him in build and features very much resembling the pictures of Abraham Lincoln.The long life of Wm. Jr. was full of vicissitude and labor. In the strictest sense he was one of the pioneers of America. His days were all spent in log house and in clearing up heavy timbered land. He had a good education for one of his day and was a fine penman. Physically he was a powerful man and fearless in danger. He was six feet in stature, large of frame and spare of flesh, weighing in prime of life 175 lbs.
There are two Lamport families, one of the English and the other of Irish extraction. The former are the descendents of Benjamin Lamport and settled in Canada sometime in the first half of the nineteenth century. Later a branch of the family came to Michigan and on to Illinois, where they found a permanent location at Momence, Kanka Kee County.
The other family are the descendents of one William Lamport, whose father was a linen bleacher in Werford of Weyford Ireland. There are people of the same name living in England and Ireland but no effort has been made to trace a connection with them.Traditionally we learn; when Wm. was a lad thirteen years old, about the middle of the eighteenth century, he ran away from Ireland, his homeland and went to sea hoping to reach America. The vessel on which he sailed was captured by a slave trader. Wm with two other boys were taken to Africa to exchange for slaves. But on the coast theymanaged to escape and put out to sea in one of the ship's boats. They were picked up by a friendly ship and brought to America. Where William landed in Bristol, RI. At that place and the little town of Warren near by, he grew to manhood and was a blacksmith by trade.There are two Lamport families, one of the English and the other of Irish extraction. The former are the descendents of Benjamin Lamport and settled in Canada sometime in the first half of the nineteenth century. Later a branch of the family came to Michigan and on to Illinois, where they found a permanent location at Momence, Kanka Kee County.
The other family are the descendents of one William Lamport, whose father was a linen bleacher in Werford of Weyford Ireland. There are people of the same name living in England and Ireland but no effort has been made to trace a connection with them.Traditionally we learn; when Wm. was a lad thirteen years old, about the middle of the eighteenth century, he ran away from Ireland, his homeland and went to sea hoping to reach America. The vessel on which he sailed was captured by a slave trader. Wm with two other boys were taken to Africa to exchange for slaves. But on the coast they managed to escape and put out to sea in one of the ship's boats. They were picked up by a friendly ship and brought to America. Where William landed in Bristol, RI. At that place and the little town of Warren near by, he grew to manhood and was a blacksmith by trade.