Abigail Gifford was the daughter of the Revolutionary War patriot, Elihu Gifford and mother, Deborah Allen.
Abigail's husband, Robert Nesbit Hoag, was a Quaker, but was "read out of meeting" for marrying Abigail, who was presumably not a Quaker. (m. Aug. 19, 1819)
They had 7 children: Allen Gifford (1820-1850), Elizabeth D (1826-1873), Jonathan Elihu (1831-1927), Alvina "Alvincy" (1832-52), Hannah, Sarah Corinne "Corena", Abigail (1836-64).
Sadly Abigail died two weeks after the birth of her namesake, Abigail Gifford Hoag in April 1836. Abigail is buried at the N and E Gifford Burial Ground with her parents.
After Abigail's death, Robert Hoag was re-instated into the Friend's Fellowship when he married (Nov. 28, 1839), Elizabeth Beard (1800-1875) a Quaker. They had no children of their own, but raised Robert's children from his first marriage. Robert Hoag and his second wife, Elizabeth Beard are buried in the Friends South Meeting House Cemetery, in Easton, NY.
Abigail and Robert's son Jonathan Elihu Hoag became known as a farmer-poet, having a book of poetry published in his 92nd year (1923). "The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag", introduction by friend and famous writer, H.P. Lovecraft.
Here is Jonathan's poem to his mother Abigail. (He was only 5 years when she died.)
MY MOTHER'S GRAVE
My Mother's grave beside the road - alas!
I stoop with hand to part the tangled grass.
In vain I search for the sad earthen mound,
But naught remains to view, save sunken ground.
On marble slab I read my mother's name;
Here, in years gone, her children often came;
Flowers they would bring, whose scent the air bestrewed,
While tears, yea bitter tears, her name bedewed,
Here father, mother, precious kindred all,
Long years ago obeyed the imperious call,
And ere, beneath the ground whereon I tread,
Rest the loved ashes of the sleeping dead.
On yonder wooded knoll that swells hard by
My mother's home amid the grove I spy;
The towering elms, the spreading maple trees,
The old sweet boughs, the hum of busy bees,
All fill my fancy with the dreams of yore,
And bid me think of days that are no more!
That old, old rural home of years ago -
Could it but speak of bygone joy or woe!
Of happy girls and boys, a festive train
That tramped the winding paths and grassy plain!
How fast the changing years go fleeting by!
As from a mound beneath th' ethereal sky
We gaze along the road o'er which we came
And find, alas! no home nor friend the same!
Once more I see along the distant years
A face long gone, with all its smiles and tears;
Could I but press again my mother's hand,
And home, with her, beneath the old roof stand!
1917 J.E.H.
(Memorial author is Abigail's 2nd Great Granddaughter.)
Abigail's husband, Robert Nesbit Hoag, was a Quaker, but was "read out of meeting" for marrying Abigail, who was presumably not a Quaker. (m. Aug. 19, 1819)
They had 7 children: Allen Gifford (1820-1850), Elizabeth D (1826-1873), Jonathan Elihu (1831-1927), Alvina "Alvincy" (1832-52), Hannah, Sarah Corinne "Corena", Abigail (1836-64).
Sadly Abigail died two weeks after the birth of her namesake, Abigail Gifford Hoag in April 1836. Abigail is buried at the N and E Gifford Burial Ground with her parents.
After Abigail's death, Robert Hoag was re-instated into the Friend's Fellowship when he married (Nov. 28, 1839), Elizabeth Beard (1800-1875) a Quaker. They had no children of their own, but raised Robert's children from his first marriage. Robert Hoag and his second wife, Elizabeth Beard are buried in the Friends South Meeting House Cemetery, in Easton, NY.
Abigail and Robert's son Jonathan Elihu Hoag became known as a farmer-poet, having a book of poetry published in his 92nd year (1923). "The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag", introduction by friend and famous writer, H.P. Lovecraft.
Here is Jonathan's poem to his mother Abigail. (He was only 5 years when she died.)
MY MOTHER'S GRAVE
My Mother's grave beside the road - alas!
I stoop with hand to part the tangled grass.
In vain I search for the sad earthen mound,
But naught remains to view, save sunken ground.
On marble slab I read my mother's name;
Here, in years gone, her children often came;
Flowers they would bring, whose scent the air bestrewed,
While tears, yea bitter tears, her name bedewed,
Here father, mother, precious kindred all,
Long years ago obeyed the imperious call,
And ere, beneath the ground whereon I tread,
Rest the loved ashes of the sleeping dead.
On yonder wooded knoll that swells hard by
My mother's home amid the grove I spy;
The towering elms, the spreading maple trees,
The old sweet boughs, the hum of busy bees,
All fill my fancy with the dreams of yore,
And bid me think of days that are no more!
That old, old rural home of years ago -
Could it but speak of bygone joy or woe!
Of happy girls and boys, a festive train
That tramped the winding paths and grassy plain!
How fast the changing years go fleeting by!
As from a mound beneath th' ethereal sky
We gaze along the road o'er which we came
And find, alas! no home nor friend the same!
Once more I see along the distant years
A face long gone, with all its smiles and tears;
Could I but press again my mother's hand,
And home, with her, beneath the old roof stand!
1917 J.E.H.
(Memorial author is Abigail's 2nd Great Granddaughter.)
Abigail Gifford was the daughter of the Revolutionary War patriot, Elihu Gifford and mother, Deborah Allen.
Abigail's husband, Robert Nesbit Hoag, was a Quaker, but was "read out of meeting" for marrying Abigail, who was presumably not a Quaker. (m. Aug. 19, 1819)
They had 7 children: Allen Gifford (1820-1850), Elizabeth D (1826-1873), Jonathan Elihu (1831-1927), Alvina "Alvincy" (1832-52), Hannah, Sarah Corinne "Corena", Abigail (1836-64).
Sadly Abigail died two weeks after the birth of her namesake, Abigail Gifford Hoag in April 1836. Abigail is buried at the N and E Gifford Burial Ground with her parents.
After Abigail's death, Robert Hoag was re-instated into the Friend's Fellowship when he married (Nov. 28, 1839), Elizabeth Beard (1800-1875) a Quaker. They had no children of their own, but raised Robert's children from his first marriage. Robert Hoag and his second wife, Elizabeth Beard are buried in the Friends South Meeting House Cemetery, in Easton, NY.
Abigail and Robert's son Jonathan Elihu Hoag became known as a farmer-poet, having a book of poetry published in his 92nd year (1923). "The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag", introduction by friend and famous writer, H.P. Lovecraft.
Here is Jonathan's poem to his mother Abigail. (He was only 5 years when she died.)
MY MOTHER'S GRAVE
My Mother's grave beside the road - alas!
I stoop with hand to part the tangled grass.
In vain I search for the sad earthen mound,
But naught remains to view, save sunken ground.
On marble slab I read my mother's name;
Here, in years gone, her children often came;
Flowers they would bring, whose scent the air bestrewed,
While tears, yea bitter tears, her name bedewed,
Here father, mother, precious kindred all,
Long years ago obeyed the imperious call,
And ere, beneath the ground whereon I tread,
Rest the loved ashes of the sleeping dead.
On yonder wooded knoll that swells hard by
My mother's home amid the grove I spy;
The towering elms, the spreading maple trees,
The old sweet boughs, the hum of busy bees,
All fill my fancy with the dreams of yore,
And bid me think of days that are no more!
That old, old rural home of years ago -
Could it but speak of bygone joy or woe!
Of happy girls and boys, a festive train
That tramped the winding paths and grassy plain!
How fast the changing years go fleeting by!
As from a mound beneath th' ethereal sky
We gaze along the road o'er which we came
And find, alas! no home nor friend the same!
Once more I see along the distant years
A face long gone, with all its smiles and tears;
Could I but press again my mother's hand,
And home, with her, beneath the old roof stand!
1917 J.E.H.
(Memorial author is Abigail's 2nd Great Granddaughter.)
Abigail's husband, Robert Nesbit Hoag, was a Quaker, but was "read out of meeting" for marrying Abigail, who was presumably not a Quaker. (m. Aug. 19, 1819)
They had 7 children: Allen Gifford (1820-1850), Elizabeth D (1826-1873), Jonathan Elihu (1831-1927), Alvina "Alvincy" (1832-52), Hannah, Sarah Corinne "Corena", Abigail (1836-64).
Sadly Abigail died two weeks after the birth of her namesake, Abigail Gifford Hoag in April 1836. Abigail is buried at the N and E Gifford Burial Ground with her parents.
After Abigail's death, Robert Hoag was re-instated into the Friend's Fellowship when he married (Nov. 28, 1839), Elizabeth Beard (1800-1875) a Quaker. They had no children of their own, but raised Robert's children from his first marriage. Robert Hoag and his second wife, Elizabeth Beard are buried in the Friends South Meeting House Cemetery, in Easton, NY.
Abigail and Robert's son Jonathan Elihu Hoag became known as a farmer-poet, having a book of poetry published in his 92nd year (1923). "The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag", introduction by friend and famous writer, H.P. Lovecraft.
Here is Jonathan's poem to his mother Abigail. (He was only 5 years when she died.)
MY MOTHER'S GRAVE
My Mother's grave beside the road - alas!
I stoop with hand to part the tangled grass.
In vain I search for the sad earthen mound,
But naught remains to view, save sunken ground.
On marble slab I read my mother's name;
Here, in years gone, her children often came;
Flowers they would bring, whose scent the air bestrewed,
While tears, yea bitter tears, her name bedewed,
Here father, mother, precious kindred all,
Long years ago obeyed the imperious call,
And ere, beneath the ground whereon I tread,
Rest the loved ashes of the sleeping dead.
On yonder wooded knoll that swells hard by
My mother's home amid the grove I spy;
The towering elms, the spreading maple trees,
The old sweet boughs, the hum of busy bees,
All fill my fancy with the dreams of yore,
And bid me think of days that are no more!
That old, old rural home of years ago -
Could it but speak of bygone joy or woe!
Of happy girls and boys, a festive train
That tramped the winding paths and grassy plain!
How fast the changing years go fleeting by!
As from a mound beneath th' ethereal sky
We gaze along the road o'er which we came
And find, alas! no home nor friend the same!
Once more I see along the distant years
A face long gone, with all its smiles and tears;
Could I but press again my mother's hand,
And home, with her, beneath the old roof stand!
1917 J.E.H.
(Memorial author is Abigail's 2nd Great Granddaughter.)
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