Hiding behind a copyright
Today, the country turned 250, and by a coincidence that I did not plan, the last unproven link in my Howland line finally closed. It did not close with a Pilgrim reference book. It closed the way these things usually do, with a single column in a town death register.
The line I had been chasing runs from John Howland, the Mayflower passenger, through his daughter Hope. Every link from Howland to the early Chipmans was already documented. The one join I could not prove was the step from Mary Chipman up to her father, Jacob. For that, I had no record at all.
In the end, three plain vital records closed it, and no two of them came from the same town. Mary's own death record, filed in North Bridgewater in 1872, named her parents outright: a widow of seventy-four, born in Easton, daughter of Jacob and Olive. A death record from Easton in 1849 listed a Jacob Chipman, laborer, dead at eighty, which put his birth around 1769 and made him the right age to be Jacob Chipman III. And a marriage recorded in Middleborough in 1792 gave the mother her real name, because the Olive of the death register turned out to be Orpah Leach, whom Jacob had married that year. Three towns, three registers, one couple. On my chart the link is now marked supported.
I had expected an easier path than that. I went looking for the Howland Silver Book, certain it would cover Hope's line, and found that it doesn't. Howland's family had been documented long before the General Society of Mayflower Descendants ever reached him with its modern Silver Book project. The early Howland lines were the work of a genealogist named Elizabeth Pearson White and published by Picton Press in a set called John Howland of the Mayflower. Each of Howland's first four children got a volume, and Hope is Volume 3. Because those lines were already finished, the Society's own Silver Book, Volume 23, simply started fresh with the children White had not covered. Hope's volumes belonged to a different publisher, and at some point they quietly went out of print. The oldest and best documented stretch of my whole line was sitting behind a copyright. In the end I found that the Boston Public Library keeps a copy of White's Hope Howland book for reading on site only. But its online catalog points to a scanned copy on Archive.org that can be borrowed online.
It is worth remembering that the Howland line almost never existed. John Howland crossed the Atlantic on the Mayflower as a young servant in the household of John Carver, the colony's first governor. He was not a leader, and not a name anyone at the time expected to matter. Partway across the Atlantic, the Mayflower met a storm bad enough that the crew took in all sail and let her ride it out, and Howland, coming up on deck, was thrown clean overboard by a roll of the ship. He caught hold of a topsail halyard trailing in the water and held on, well under the surface, until the crew hauled him back aboard with a boat hook. William Bradford, who told the story years afterward, remarked only that Howland lived on to become a useful member of both church and colony.
Few Mayflower passengers have left a family line behind them as long as Howland's. By some estimates something like two million living Americans descend from John Howland, Franklin Roosevelt among them, and not one of them would exist if that rope had slipped through his hands. Most of the others matter for what they did once they came ashore. Howland matters first for a single moment at sea, when the entire future of his line came down to whether one cold, wet grip would hold.
There is something fitting about closing his line on the day the country turns 250. Howland stepped off the ship a hundred and fifty-six years before the first Fourth of July was celebrated, and Mary Chipman was buried almost a century after it, so the whole life of the nation fits neatly inside the span of this single family. And that span, in turn, once hung on a wet rope in the middle of the ocean. Everything downstream of that grip waited on one man not letting go.