BSnow2000: You Seem To Be The Expert On The Snow Family BSnow2000: I'm Still Stuck BSnow2000: You Have A Great Day, I Have To Prepare For Some Counseling Sessions. PeterPool: Dear BSnow2000. Not an expert at all, but your note appreciated. My Rebeckah Snow (1790-1854) is the only single person in my entire family line with the Snow, though her first son was named Joseph Snow Palmer (1819-1892), and I cannot learn much about her. I have long believe that this was her father's name. And her second son, my gt. grandfather, was Ephraim (1818-1892), the name of her husband's father. Rebeckah Snow Palmer was my grandfather's grandmother. Rebeckah was born Providence RI, it seems that shortly her father (Joseph? or Samuel?) moved to the vicinity of Galway, NY (near Saratoga) and the Palmer family was also very nearby that place, Ephraim Palmer (1760-1852) & his wife Margaret Force (1765-1809), and their 11 children. Eph had served in the American Revolution (see Poem below). His oldest son Thomas would become the husband of Rebeckah Snow. Rebeckah & Thomas were married at Broadalbin NY May 30, 1815, and on that date she and her husband Thomas Force Palmer (1787-1865) received a beautiful ladder back rush seat rocker as a wedding gift. Their wedding date & initials TFP & RS are on the back. This heirloom chair is as charming and quaint as anything you have ever seen. It stands silently in our front hallway, forever a memory to a couple that we cannot know. T&R had six children all born in NY 1816-1828, and I have made good progress in locating most (but not all) descendants of these six children. So far no other descendant has a clue about their ancestry so long ago. I am the only one who knows anything, but unfortunately Rebeckah is elusive. Such is genealogy. My knowledge is thanks to the avid pursuit of his family history by my grandfather Walter Butler Palmer (the grandson of Rebeckah). But he too did not know her, as he was the only child of T&Rs last son, and Walter was not born until 1868. Sadly WBP died a few years before I was born, and like the famous evening over dinner with Thomas Jefferson, if I could spend one evening with anyone in history it would be with him. Walter Palmer has been my inspiration in family research. He was a noted horseman and a poet. Much of his poetry was about the world of horses, but two in particular were about his family. The Pictures on the Wall I have a sacred little sanctum in a room that’s all unkept. There is dust upon the mantle and the floor is quite unswept, But I lock myself at evening in its solitude and hide Where the walls are hung with pictures that to me are sanctified. There I lose the cares that cluster ‘round the problems of the day As I tilt my chair to visit with the friends so far away. And they seem to smile and beckon as I greet them once again For a reminiscent hour in the silence of my den. All the family have retired, on the hearth the embers glow As I sit alone to visit with the "Boys" I used to know. And I find unbounded comfort when the dusk of evening falls, Just to watch the dear old friends in the pictures on the walls. Walter B. Palmer (1868-1932), Ottawa, Illinois 1922 Dear Ancestor Your tombstone stands among the rest; Neglected and alone. The name and the date are chiseled out On polished, marbled stone. It reaches out to all who care, It is too late to mourn. You did not know that I exist You died and I was born. Yet each of us are cells of you In flesh, in blood, in bone. Our blood contracts and beats a pulse, Entirely not our own. Dear Ancestor, the place you filled One hundred years ago Spreads out among the ones you left Who would have loved you so. I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew That someday I would find this spot, And come to visit you. Walter B. Palmer, June 1906 When a young man, in the summer of 1906, Walter Palmer (1868-1932) journeyed from Ottawa, IL to Kishwaukee Cemetery near Rockford, for a commemoration service to honor his great grandfather, Ephraim Palmer (1760-1852), who when only seventeen had been a prisoner of the British during the Revolutionary War. On many occasions I have also visited that ancient cemetery. Thank you BSnow2000 for your interest. Hopefully one day before I pass along the little Rocker to my Rebeckah I shall learn more of the lovely lady who was its original owner. Peter Burrows Of her husband Tom I know much, and his line is long and as been one of the key areas of my research for so many years. But his wife . . . a myself thus far. And I named my first daughter, now 32, in her honor, Rebeckah Snow Burrows. Becky is about to have a son, and may name him Thomas Force Palmer . . . I have not seen your name, at least that I recall, but there are many on the Snow list, especially Ernie Christianson in Fla. that are really quite knowledgeable, and who have done a lot of research. Where are you located and what Snow lines are you trying to follow? Peter Burrows, Annapolis, MD