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Godfriedus Wynge Matthew Wynge of Banbury The Will of Matthew Wynge Rev. John Winge The Will of Rev. John Winge Portions of sermons by Rev. John Winge Deborah Bachiler Winge Rev. Stephen Bachiler Before you Come to Massachusetts The William & Francis The Sea Voyage Description of Saugus written by William Wood The Ten Men of Saugus Rev. Stephen Bachiler at the online Lane Memorial Library Rev. Stephen Bachiler...Innocent or Guilty? Mary Beetle Divorces Rev. Stephen Bachiler John Wing Daniel Wing Stephen Wing Matthew Wing The Children of John Wing The Children of Daniel Wing The Children of Stephen Wing The Grandchildren of John Wing The Grandchildren of Daniel Wing The Grandchildren of Stephen Wing Individual Family Lineages The Works of Kathryn Newkirk Graham Biography of Stephen Wing by Col. George W. Wing The Inventory & Will of John Briggs, father of Sarah Briggs Wing Sarah Briggs Wing The Identity of Joseph & Benjamin Wing Written by Raymond T. Wing Joseph Wing & Catherine Cornell Matthew Wing & Elizabeth Sisson Giles Wing & Mary Jane Cornell Matthew Wing, son of Giles Wing & Mary Jane Cornell, writes a poem to his daughter, Syvia Wing Baker Sylvia Wing Baker writes a history of their family for her son, Gershon A. Baker Sylvia Wing Baker writes to her sister Frances Wing Button A history of Giles Nelson Wing & his wife, Matilda Pettis "Nearly 70 Years of Marriage..an article about Giles Nelson Wing and Matilda Pettis by the Quincy Daily Journal Joseph Wing & Amy Pettis Joseph Smith Wing writes an article about the Giles Wing family for the OWL Stephen Wing Matthias Wing The Button Family Table of Contents Joseph Smith Wing & Rebecca Pierce Davis Joseph Smith Wing & Frances Elizabeth Gerrad Joseph Smith Wing & Signa Anderson Joseph Smith Wing & Sarah Adelia Wright Strang Joseph Smith Wing & Elizabeth Marshall Joseph Smith Wing & Mary Josephine Allen Joseph Smith Wing & Sophia Anena Bohne Joseph Smith Wing & Ellen Larsen Joseph Smith Wing & Sophia Maria Amelia Hendrickson Joseph Smith Wing & Frances Anna McCurdy Byron Wing & Annabelle Gore Joseph Wing & Ruby Dean Lowe Marguerite Estella Wing & Lynn Eugene Cox Samuel Joseph Wing Norman Allen Wing & Anna Cooper...a history of their descendants The Pettis Family of Pike County, Illinois Pettis Cemetery, Pike County, Illinois The Bible of William Pettys/Pettis Colonel Stephen Pettis Convincing Argument that Colonel Stephen Pettis was the son of Stephen Pettis & Amy Button A History of Adelia Wing Bohne |
Deborah Bachiler was born about 1592 probably in Wherwell, Hampshire, England. The date of death for Deborah Bachiler Wing has never been proven. There are several Wing family historians who believe that she died in 1691/92 . There are other Wing family historians that think that the reported death of "Goodie Wing" in that year could easily have been one of her daughters-in-law...perhaps John (Jr.) Wing's first wife. Deborah Bachiler married Rev. John Wing about 1610 probably in Holland. It may be of some interest to Wing family historians that are interested in names to know that when Queen Elizabeth was made Queen on January 15, 1559 that there were several pageants that day to celebrate her coronation. One of those pageants was at the Conduit in Fleet street that showed how God had chosen the woman "Deborah" to be the judge and restorer of the house of Israel after the Israelites had long been oppressed by Jabin the Canaan King. Queen Elizabeth coronation was grand but it was even more than grand: it was a great Protestant demonstration of enthusiastic support for Elizabeth. John Knox had written a book in 1558, "The First Blast of the Trumpet Against the Monstrous Regiment of Women" in which he argued against a sovereign being female. He felt that it was against the rule of God and therefore no woman ruler should be obeyed. When he discovered that Elizabeth not only had Protestant sympathies, but was indeed more Protestant than she was Catholic, he offered to proclaim that she was an exception to his doctrine about women rulers and was a "Deborah" chosen by God to lead His people to salvation. It can be deduced that Deborah was probably the eldest daughter (of three daughters) of Stephen Bachiler. She was widowed in her thirties. Shortly after the death of her husband, John Wing, she emigrated from England to New England with her father, Stephen Bachiler, in 1632. Deborah and her 4 sons came to New England on the ship William & Francis with her father and his wife, Helena Mason Bachiler. One account states that she emigrated with her four sons and that one of them later returned to England. Another account states that only three of her sons accompanied her to America and that one remained behind. It has been proven that all 4 sons came with Deborah, although one son, Matthew, did return to England and died there. Deborah remained in Lynn, Mass where her father was pastor until 1637. That year was the year he removed to mid-Cape Cod (Yarmouth). She removed with her sons to upper, or western Cape Cod and there she became a founder of Sandwich. In Sandwich history, she is referred to as "the Matriarch". Her husband, John Wing, had lived in Sandwich, England; a connection, if any, is not known. There have been accounts that Deborah moved with her son John Wing to Brewster in 1657...but I have found no proof of this. There is also an account that she lived with her son Stephen at the Wing (Old Fort) Home. So far I have not read any accounts that speculate that she ever lived with Daniel. All of these accounts could be true...but not proven...or all of them could be speculation because there is nothing mentioned about Deborah after she and her sons moved to Sandwich. The troubles that her father (Rev. Stephen Bachiler) suffered must have had an effect on Deborah and her sons, but there is no known recorded events that indicate their involvement with him during that time. It has been stated that John Wing went with Rev. Bachiler when he attempted to settle Mattakeese, near Yarmouth, but I have not seen any proof of that. It was during the 1640's that three of Deborah's four sons would marry. Daniel, her 2nd son, 3rd child, marries in the year 1641 to Hannah Swift. John Wing , her oldest son, 2nd child, marries about 1645 to Wife Unknown (my strongest feeling is that his first wife was Elizabeth Dillingham...but there is no proof). Then Stephen, her 3rd son, 4th child marries Oseah Dillingham in 1646...after appearing before the General Court for having had carnal knowledge of Oseah before their marriage. By this time Deborah's youngest son, Matthew, is 19 or 20 years old...yet you hear nothing about Matthew until about 1655 when you learn that Matthew married Joane Newman in Stroud, Kentshire, England...and there is still no mention of Deborah. The reference to the "Olde Goody Wing buried" on January 31, 1692 has been believed by some Wing historians to be a reference to Deborah...but now it is thought that it is probably a reference to John Wing's first wife. My thoughts are that possibly Deborah died in the 1640's...when 3 of her 4 sons married...not only married but Daniel bought property from Andrew Hallett in 1640...when he was about 23 years old. Stephen supposedly built the Old Fort House in 1641, at the age of 20 years...and John received 6 acres of meadowland at Sandwich, Plymouth Colony in 1641. John was by then about 28 years old...and he marries in 1645 at about the age of 32 years. Perhaps John's marriage is the most significant since he was considered the head of the Wing household in Sandwich. We may never know when Deborah Bachiler Wing died for certain. We can only be sure that her life had changed dramatically in New England from what she had experienced in England or Holland. I am sure there must have been several times she longed for the austerity of her former life. How many times she must have yearned to see her daughter (also named Deborah) and perhaps she either wrote to her or had one of her sons sit by the fireplace with her while she dictated to them what she wanted to say. Those letters would have been delivered by someone who was going to a port where a ship was leaving for England and by the time it got to the ship, it would already be weeks old. Deborah's letter would have been added to the pile that was already large for delivery in either London, Yarmouth or another port where hopefully it would be delivered with care to yet another town, village or vicarage. By some means, Deborah's daughter, Deborah Wing Ford, would be notified that there was a letter waiting for her and perhaps her husband Edward would see to it that he collected the letter. By the time Deborah Wing Ford read the letter her mother had sent to her, the letter would be months old. There was a poem written about Deborah Bachiler Wing in 1903. Mrs. Elizabeth Hoxie Ware of Sandwich, Massachusetts wrote the poem and read it at the dedication of a bronze tablet marking the Sandwich location where Deborah Bachiler Wing raised her sons. I include that lovely poem here: Long years ago in England, When England yet was young, And her honored poets laureate Had neither lived nor sung, A little maid with hair of brown, And eyes of dusky hue, Played in the shadow of a church, Content the whole day through.
Twixt banks of brightest green, And Queen Elfrida's convent, through the arching trees is seen. Softly she sang her childish thoughts, As the daises her small feet pressed; Softly she touched the fragrant flowers, Or watched the wild birds nest.
"There's never a day without a cloud Or a joy without a sorrow: And the sun that sets in the rain tonight Will shine for me tomorrow."
For a conscience freed from sin, While the little child in innocence Caught the heavenly voice within-- "Father I stood by the river just as the moon went down, And it lighted the church of Wherewell As if with a golden crown. And Father, I saw a vision; Dost thou think that children may?"
Tell it to me, pray."
While steady and strong was she; "I saw four boys and a woman In a vessel upon the sea. And she was sad and lonely; And a man that looked like thee Stood near; and there was sound of weeping, And the woman looked like me."
And he thought of the threatening storm Of church and state and conscience, And his weary heart grew warm. For might not his little maiden Be chosen of God to warn Benighted, priest ridden England Of the rise of a brighter dawn?
As Deborah stood of old, And God's grace shone upon her While she her vision told. It came again unto her, The same foreshadowing truth; And with a tiny hand extended, She saw through the bounds of youth.
And many are there, who make The air resound with prayers For God and conscience sake."
With each clouds of sunshine on the way; Life's story glimmers bright with youthful song, And earnest hours have changed from foolish play. The little child unto a maiden fair has grown; A strong souled man has looked into her eyes, And from her heart her girlhood's song has flown.
Across her sunny pathway With young love's wooing came Young John, the stalwart preacher, With words of sweetest flame. "Deborah, beloved maiden, Thou art dear, and unto thee Give I all my heart; now answer, Givest thou thine to me?"
With her eyes of dusky brown, Answered softly, "John, I love thee" With her fair face drooping down. Think ye then that John the preacher E'er remembered priestly gown, With that sweet faced maid before him With her hair of burnished brown? Nay, for in his arms he gathered Her love unto his heart; "God do ill and more to me, love If I fail to do my part."
Forgotten was the prophesy Of the sad-eyed lonely woman Out upon the stormy sea.
While joy and sadness into life have grown. We see the blessings of the children five, We hear the sadness of the widow's moan. The vision given in the fleeting years long gone, Seems nearing now it's strange, sad truth to prove. the woman on the stormy sea forlorn, In spirit hath no confines to her love.
The Lord did send out that day! Did the little ship The Francis Sail calmly on it's way? Sail, stately ship, more proudly; Thy banners all unfurled; Thou carry'st wondrous tidings Unto an unknown world.
Oh, Shawme Lake, by Indians called, how fair! We greet thee now, unknown to world and fame. Oh Sandwich! Unto thee we give our love-- For in her longing heart she gave thee name. |