If Lodvor Wasn’t Lazy, Would I be here?: Stories from Vinje, Telemark, Norway
Posted on July 16, 2023 1 Comment

It seems our destiny hinges on a billion decisions made long before we were born. The Story of Lazy Lodvor(sometimes written with a final d) who literally squandered and lost his farms, is not just the story of my 5th great-grandfather—it is likely the reason that my 2nd great grandmother Asloûg Eilefsdotter (Elizabeth OLSON VANSTRUM) came to America in the first place. If the farm had stayed in the family she may have had better prospects. But as it was, the dwindling farm lands and growing population made it hard for families to eek out a living in mid- 19th century Norway. Her parents were farmers who owned no lands of their own, but lived and worked at many farms in Vinje [parish in Telemark]. Each farm has its own name and the history of the farms and the people who lived there are enshrined in the Norwegian bygdebøk or farm history books for Vinje.
So let’s backtrack a bit to Lazy Lodvor. Lodvor was Asloûg’s paternal great-grandfather. He had died before Asloug was born, as had her grandfather, so how much she knew of Lodvor is unknown, but he was a man of legends.
What we know of Lodvor comes from Rikard Berge’s “Vinje og Raugland “Vol II. When Rikard was 12 years old he began recording the traditional folklore from rural areas of Telemark. He was a musicologist, folklorist and biographer who collected the stories and genealogies of the area. Vinje roughly translates as “meadows” or “grasslands.” The importance of this area for farming is reflected in the Vinje Coat of Arms: a silver goat on a blue background.
The original stories are in an archaic dialect and it took many different people, a Norwegian to English Dictionary and Google Translate to make a go of it in English. Again I am indebted to Øystein Løk for his help. This is a rough translation but the gist comes through from “Vinje og Raugland Vol II.” pg 365. Midsæ is a farm, as is Haugland.
The Tales of Lazy Lodvor
“Lodvord Olavsson (born about 1710), the most famous of the Midsæ-family, was certainly the son of Olav Haugland [Olav Lodvorsson Midsae Haugland]. He [Lodvor] said that he was a little chap when the locally registered soldiers were at the city of Halden to fight against Karl XII [King Charles XII of Sweden]. He listened with long ears to all stories and songs they brought back home from the war. He himself never was in any fight, but he was in the King`s register for many years. He even danced for the king, and if he hadn’t shouted so raucously each time he threw himself around, he might presumably have been better paid. The king quacked, I can believe. Lodvord had a farm it was said, in the King’s register, where he was written as “Høyentvedt” [High West].
So it seem that Lodvor was a bit of a storyteller and ham even in his youth. His father died when he was 19 so perhaps he lacked proper guidance. The death of his mother Jorunn Steffasdatter is unknown.

showing Vinje church in red and various farms where Lodvor lived
“It took some time until he acquired “Midsæ.” He was twice married. There were three wedding couples at the church of Vinje when he married [10 March? 1740] to Ingebjørg Knutsdotter–it was next rented at Christmas. He didn’t have a permanent residence at that time, but a couple of years later he was at Midsæ, from where he later moved to and from. In 1743 in addition to Midsæ, it is said he possessed two additional farms, so he at that time was considered a “good” man. Midsæ he bought from Major Kraft who held the farm for three years, before Lodvord took possession. At that time he [Lodvor] was staying at Hustveit, from now on he stayed as a farmer at Midsæ for many years. However, he wasted all of it, not only Midsæ but his two other farms, he ate and drank it all. ”If there had been more, more would have been lost”, he said. “Well, I have the barrel in Lopt’us (Lofthus).”

“He was so relentlessly lazy that they called him Lazy-Lodvord. He complained that he didn’t feel like working until Friday after sunset, he said. Lodvord liked his food. He had a big chair made from a huge log of aspen, Olav Plassen remembered, but it had become so rotten that a big hole peeped out in front of it.” Lodvord was sitting in his chair, he fried pieces of meat to eat, and when people turned up he put his knuckles inside the chair. He didn’t deny that he was lazy. “Howling! There should have been embers inside me!,” Hallvard Aaland quoted after him. Work was never attractive for Lodvord. The farm was separated. He didn’t care about the fields and therefore nothing was growing there but weeds, which he harvested. He would never harvest when the others did, just let the time go. One summer he began the haymaking three days before winter solstice. Then the winter storm came so cold that he had to hide under the barn to sharpen his scythe. “ Now I am about to be worried”, Lodvord said. After that this became a proverb: “I am about to be worried,” Lodvord said. He might go up to Bøgrend in order to go to the fields further up for hay. Then he sat down in Bøgrend and started drinking and making fun and singing – and everyone enjoyed Lodvord. But he was sitting there until dark and came back home to Midsæ with an empty sledge.”
Lodvor was incomparably smart, and had an answer for everything. He came to town in the springtime. His clothes and shoes were hideous. When the townsman saw the one leather shoe he had never seen one so bad before. Lodvor said, “Yes, here’s my wife.” The same year he went from Midsæ to Mosokn. Night came and he was tired so he sat himself under a fir tree. There he sat as the light shown all night. The fir stood for a long time and they called it Lodvor’s fir. Aslak Uppistog Vinje cut it down and she stood on the stump and spoke. [Perhaps of Lodvor]
“In 1752 he was married a second time to Hæge Aadnesdotter [my 5th great grandmother], and they had several children. He had such disrespect for pregnant Hæge that she gave birth in a ditch, and they asked Lodvord if he didn’t want to be in the field again. He gave an oath, “I will walk in the field again before my Hæge becomes so wide ‘o sit there in this mountain,” he said. When they had eaten everything up, both he and Hæge and the all the children, called at Midsæ. He stood above the house and looked at the garden before he parted with him: “Ah, you lazy Lodvor!” he said.
Now the children were scattered, and Lodvord walked with a staff. He went far and prayed in many villages. Once he came to Hemmestveit in Brunkeberg for a wedding. Hæge Hemmestveit was so serious. “But you man,” she said, “who has become so rich what’s amiss with you, where can you house yourself?” He had lost so much, he said. “Have you had a big fashion success, elbow burn or accident on the road?” said Haege. “No,” said Lodvord, “I don’t have them.” But I lost my desire to work, that was big enough, he said.“

“Oh, Lodvord made good when he went begging . Once he left with some letters. He rested at Fossheim in Aamotsdal and put himself to good use there. Coming to Markenstein, which lies next to Kloppine, he came to think that he had forgotten to eat cheese at Fossheim. So back to with the begging to eat cheese. But when he came down to Flatdal, he guessed that he had left his correspondence with Markenstein, and so he returned the long way just for the sake of the cheese.
Usually beggars are not welcome, and it was so true with Lodvord. The wife at Nylend in Grungedal, after she had given to him, she said: “They will be sent to give this laggard something,” she said. “If you’re slow to them, dear, to take advantage of a noble for shame,” he said. So he was in the north of Suldal and prayed, and there sat a priest so hopelessly greedy that he wanted to take all the prayers. Now they promised a great gift of Lodvord, he dared to go in to the priest to pray. “Yes, I dare,” said Lodvord. So he came to the priest. “Do you go here begging!” said the priest. “No, I pray in Gus’s name,” said Lodvord. “Yes, then I’ll take it from you,” said the priest. “No, leave me, you do stop,” said Lodvord, ‘” A sorrow to your sex, you stand without a shave,” he said. Then the priest took him by the beard and let him out. “Then is it the law to take a man’s beard,” said Lodvord. “Lord, you have a beard,” he said. So long he argued with him until the priest was afraid and gave him, and not a little either.
They waited one cold day, and then Lodvord suited himself, and with his big hat entered the road. With his bounty he put a whole fistful of money in his hat. Put the saying in an oath, “bless you, my song, oh long have I waited for you!” he said, and so loudly that this stranger yelled and he jumped into the air. Sayings had to be songs. He knew countless visions, great visions old as all heaps, and newer wisps, steeds and stumps. He had such goals that no one knows about such ‘mouth robbery,’ and he sang so strongly and manly that everyone listened.
In Vinje they didn’t know about the story of when he came to Seljord [Where Aloûg’s mother’s family was from, some 50 miles from Vinje] on Christmas Eve , later spoken of all, over upper Telemark. Lodvor came to Seljord on Christmas Eve begging for shelter. There, they didn’t know him, and no one would let him in. Then he asked a man: “May I borrow your axe?” He got it and then he asked the wife for coals for a fire. “What do you want with that?” she said. “Well, as I don’t have a shelter I’ll need a fire”, he said. Then he went up to the nearby forest, where he collected a lot of firewood and made a huge logfire, so big that none of the farmers in the area could avoid seeing it. The fire shone so they could see it from Flatbygdi [8 miles away]. And then he started singing, about trolls in the mountains and strong fellows, so loudly that all the people in the area heard it and came by hundreds to listen to him, says Segni. They wondered why he was standing there by the fire. ”Well,“ he said, “my house is so big that I have got a shelter for all the people in Seljord. It isn’t like you who denied a lonesome, ice-painted man a roof over his head.” Then he sang loud, long ballads, people heard it all over the village and flocked to it. Everyone wanted him at their home. That Christmas Eve, the singer was stunned.
His last years Lodvor Olavsson didn’t leave Vinje. But he walked around from place to place and house to house no matter what the weather was like. Many times he lost his way, but he managed all the time, strong as a bear he was, to survive. He died at an age of ninety years in 1801. Many of his children died young, but one of the daughters, Birgit, grew up and had a long life. She lived at a small place called Grandalen nearby Midsæ. She was a gifted musician, like her father, and played and old string instrument called ‘langleik‘.”

Another of Lodvor’s children was “Store” [the older] Ole Lodvorsson and his second wife, Hege Jonsdotter, born the 20 JUN 1756 at Vinje, Telemark, Norway. He married at Vinje the 10th April 1790 to Asloûg Elifesdotter (grandmother to Asloûg Elifesdotter Vanstrum, the immigrant and my 2nd great grandmother). The older Asloûg gave birth to Ole’s son, Elif , 25th of October 1795. Sadly Ole, his father had died 4th of September 1795 less than 2 months before his birth.
My husband pointed out I was lucky that Lodvor Olavsson was a colorful character as if he had been an upstanding citizen, nothing would have been written about him. If he had not lost everything perhaps Asloûg would have stayed in Norway and I would never have been born! So thank you bestefar [grandpa] Lodvor!
In honor of Lodvor I offer this Norwegian Draumkvedet [The Dream Poem] a Norwegian visionary song, probably dated from the late medieval age. It is one of the best known medieval ballads in Norway. The first written versions are from Lårdal and Kviteseid in Telemark in the 1840s. Here sung by Harald Foss.
Kelly Wheaton ©2023 – All Rights Reserved
How My Forty Year Old Brick Wall Was Broken: The Benevolence of Strangers and the Problem with Names
Posted on July 13, 2023 7 Comments
This is a brick wall that my Aunt Dorothy and I began working on in the 1970’s and it took Forty Years to solve! Sadly it was solved 17 years after my aunt passed. And it happened over ten years ago! I have written several drafts but I am hoping to properly thank those genealogists that made it all possible. First off a thank you to my Aunt Dorothy who was better at the early Swedish and Norwegian research than I was. Tusen takk for the generosity of countless Norwegian genealogists and kin. They are second to none! Please be patient with brick walls and overdue thanks yous. Although I said thank you back then, I continue to feel gratitude to all who united Elizabeth with her roots. To those with your own brick walls be heartened that BRICK WALLS do fall and sometimes in the most unexpected ways. Here is one such story.
BRICK WALLS
Elizabeth Olson is my 2nd great grandmother and my mother & aunt’s great grandmother born in 1827 in Norway. She emigrated to the United States in 1852 which we knew way back in the 1970’s from the 1900 Census. My Aunt Dorothy had also located a lovely church registry in Red Wing, Minneapolis [see below]. Back in the 1980’s which listed her birthplace and Winge Sogn. I had written to all the all the County Archives in Norway with a Vinje, Winge, Vange etc looking for a birth record for either Elizabeth or her younger sister Sigrid Olson, but to no avail. All letters came back they could not be found.

We also had the purported names of her parents from her sister’s death certificate listed as Olaf Olsen & Jennie Jestedatter. So for the next 4 decades we chased down leads– that led to NOWHERE!
Then in 1973 I contacted a DNA match at ANCESTRY using the then “new” search feature looking for ones with the Lan [county] Sogn og Fjordlane, Norway where I thought Elizabeth’s Vinje was located. My great Aunt Verna Lundberg Tripod had even written her name and “from Near Bergen” on the back of a photo of Elizabeth. And my mother used to tell a tale of her skiing down the slopes to get to Bergen. Well my match at Ancestry, Terry, said he didn’t know how we were related but he ran a private Norwegian Genealogy Research group on FACEBOOK and if I’d like he would place my query there. That was 2 July 2013, I said yes, I would appreciate that. Here is what Terry Romstad posted:
At the time I was not a member of Facebook. Now seeing as this was a brick wall I had been searching for 40 years I really did not expect much. The next morning I got an email from Terry. A wonderful researcher had found Elizabeth, her sister Sigird, their emigration records and everything matched except the names.
So in less than 24 hours I went from no parents for Elizabeth to her parents and sister’s birth records just like that! It was Jean Marthler who found the records!!! And here is the kicker if the archivist had not been caught up with the names but matched the baptismal records they would have been located back in 1983. Here is the letter.
NAMES
So one VERY IMPORTANT MORAL is don’t get caught up on the names and especially when you are dealing with someone whose native language was not English. In this case Asloûg took Elizabeth as her Americanized given name. The English ‘Elizabeth’ and Norwegian ‘Asloûg’ both mean “consecrated or given to God” so this was not a name simply plucked at random. [Please note people did not receive a new name upon arrival—however they often took up a new name after arrival.] Her last name, in contraindication of the Norwegian patronymic system– where her last name would be her father’s first name plus “dotter” as in Elifesdotter, she took her father’s last name Olson dropping the double “ss”. So Asloûg Eilefdotter, daughter of Elif Olsson, became Elizabeth Olson. And it makes sense that not only her first name, but her choice of a last name would be based soundly in the land she chose to make her own. Add to the fact that Olson was a great deal easier than Eilfesdotter or Eilfeson. Then to further muddy the naming waters, sixteen years after Elizabeth’s immigration, her sister, Sigrid, joined her in America [1868]. After arrival, Sigrid took the last name Olson as well. So my advice to my much younger self, is ask for any child born/baptised in a small village on or about the day in question. These days we have access to the digital records so this is not as much of a thing. Lest you have any doubts that this is the right person further DNA matching has proved it!
SCANDINAVIAN RECORDS
If you are lucky enough to have Scandinavian ancestry you are lucky indeed because there records are second to none. I had been quite successful researching my Swedish Ancestry and Norwegian records are just as wonderful. Not only are baptisms, marriages and burials dutifully recorded we also have confirmations, household examination rolls and all the comings and goings of people in and out of the parish and immigration records and ship’s passenger lists. So if you are lucky enough to finally cross the pond and locate your ancestor in Norway as Jean Mathler did for me, a treasure trove of records awaits you. I highly recommend the Family Search Library guides:
BENEVOLENCE
You have seen how a DNA match at Ancestry, Terry, led to a fellow, Norwegian Researcher Jean but it did not end there. The number of people on the Norwegian genealogy Facebook Group and elsewhere that helped me along the way with Asloûg’s ancestors, translations, books ect is numerous but two individuals are stand-outs. The first is Sharon who it turns out is a distant cousin and she sent me pages and pages of Family Group Sheets and Family trees for Gunvor Gislesdatter’s Ancestors [Asloûg’s mother]. And the other was A lovely retired schoolteacher from the Vinje area, Øystein Løk, whose kindness was overflowing. He sent me the Vol 3 of “Her budde dei” published in 2010 by the Vinje Hisorleilag and it has many, many references to my ancestors including this one which shows Aslaûg and her sister Sigrid and that they both immigrated to “Amerika.” Though I do not speak Norwegian you can use Google Translate to transcribe. I have underlined her parents and Aslaûg and her sister Sigrid. Please note both Aslaûg and her sister are listed as “Ho reiser til Amerika” or She travels to America. Proof positive we got the right family. [Click on Photo to see full image]


Øystein tirelessly helped with translating the old dialects of the old family history stories. How else would I have been able to understand the stories of Lazy Lodvord my 5th great grandfather. And it was Øystein who provided me with photos of the farm where Asloûg was born.; Jabrenne,


More to Asloûg’s story and ancestry hopefully in future posts. You won’t want to miss the story of Lazy Lodvord!
Tusen takk! Jeg elsker nordmenn.
Kelly Wheaton © 2023 All Rights Reserved
How Do We Know What the Y-DNA is Telling Us?
Posted on April 21, 2023 3 Comments
NOTE this was written to the SHELDON DNA project but the information is relevant to other surnames
I received an inquiry :
“Someone was recently asking me how I knew I was related to John 13 [John of Kingstown], since we obviously don’t have the DNA of an ancestor from hundreds of years ago. I found that I could not explain this! Could you give me a simple explanation of how we can trace our ancestry back to specific Sheldons using DNA?”
I jumped at the opportunity to make this into a teachable moment. Simply stated we have the YDNA of 14 descendants of John SHELDON of Kingstown, RI through various SHELDON male lines of descent and with minor differences their YDNA STR markers match– so we can make a strong assumption that the YDNA they all inherited was through John of Kingstown who was likely the son of Isaac of Windsor, CT [More on that shortly].
Her follow-up question: Does this mean that you have had 14 living male SHELDONs submit their YDNA to the project and you have found similarities in their results?
YES, as you can see under the green B2 results below, there are 14 male SHELDON testers from John and they all match each other. [They also match a dozen descendants of Isaac of Windsor Group B1. That’s a total of 26 that all match each other]. They do not closely match any of the other 2 million FTDNA testers as closely as they match each other and they create one of 50,000 Y-DNA branches in the human Y-DNA tree.
With minor deviations over time, a man passes his YDNA from father to son, son to grandson and grandson to great grandson and so forth. So, John of Kingstown’s YDNA is essentially the same as any of his strict patrilineal male descendants or ancestors. The only difference will be a different YSTRS value at a marker or two and occasionally a YSNP (mutation) that will further identify a branch in which it occurred. [YDNA does not go through the process of recombination like autosomal DNA.] Please see my DNA terminology for definitions.
Let’s look at a screen shot of the SHELDON project YDNA results. The first two groups are descendants of Godfrey of Bakewell and a Bakewell SHELDON descendant still living in England. The second two green groups are the descendants of Isaac SHELDON of Windsor CT [Group B1 ]and John of Kingstown RI [Group B2]. If you look at the string of values you will see the orange group have similar values as the green groups for the first 4 markers but at markers 5-6 things diverge broadly. Moreover note in the 5th column, the E-M35 of the orange group vs R-M269 of the green group. The Letters E and R refer to the major Y-DNA Haplogroups. Any two people in two different Haplogroups (even with similar markers) cannot be related in a reasonable amount of time—and most likely 5-10,000 years ago or more. So we know that Group A and Group B are not related in a genealogical time frame.

The number after the E is the name of the marker: ie. M35. Markers are named with a letter(s) for the lab and a chronologically assigned number based on when the marker was discovered. The Haplogroup markers (YSNPS) are different from the Y STRS markers which make the many columns we see above. The Broad Haplogroups are based on a mutation that typically happens just once in the history of mankind and all men carrying that marker will have a common ancestor. In the case of the marker M35 (Haplogroup E) the common ancestor is 15,000- 20,500 years ago. For Haplogroup R M269 the common ancestor is 4,000-10,000 years ago. So Haplogroup E is much more ancient than Haplogroup R. The oldest Haplogroup is A and the letters are assigned in alphabetical order. The other values seen after the E or R are markers and those listed in green have been tested usually through a Big Y test, those in red are predicted.
Here is an annotated Beta time tree of Group B:
I have put a red box around the date 1000 Current age (aka as AD). We have a match with a descendant of a GRIFFIN whose common ancestor with Group B is about 1,000 years ago. You can see the defining marker for Group B is BY35166 about the year 1500. Then we have a branching in descendants of John of Kingstown and Isaac Jr of Windsor about 1600-1650. Having the marker A20644 is definitive for a John 13 descendant. Having the marker FGC74472 is definitive for an Isaac Jr descendant. So if you are a male SHELDON and test positive for marker A20644 you are a John of Kingstown descendant!!!
Another follow up question:
Why can we make a “strong assumption” that they inherited their DNA from John….why not someone from else?
Because in addition to the matches on YSTRS we have 12 Big Y testers who are Group B SHELDONs and they all match YSNPS with each other but no other surnames are positive for BY35166 so this would be considered conclusive evidence that the surname of the progenitor was SHELDON. Now it is always possible that Isaac was surnamed something else but from him forward they are all surnamed SHELDON. We know we don’t match the Group A group from Derbyshire. The twelve Big Y testers surnamed SHELDON claim Descent from Isaac of Windsor or John of Kingstown. We have two major branches below R-BY35166 which further defines Isaac Sr’s sons Isaac Jr and John of Kingstown.
I hope that answers your questions! Thanks Jan for asking.
If we look closer we can see that some members of Group B1 (Isaac) and Group B2 (John) have identical YSTR markers. They share the same BY35166 and other non-DNA evidence suggests that John of Kingstown is likely the son of Isaac of Windsor—thus brother to Isaac Jr of Windsor. You can read more about that here.
Kelly Wheaton ©2023 All Rights Reserved
The Intersection of Gardening and Genealogy
Posted on January 30, 2023 8 Comments
The idea for this post came after my recent migration from the “bird site not to be named'” taken over by a megalomaniac, to the much pleasanter and helpful, not for profit, social media site Mastodon. While this blog post is not about Mastodon I do want to put in a plug to fellow genealogists and gardeners to check it out. The desktop version works great but you may want to use one of the apps for Mastodon like Toot or Tusky as they seem to lead to less frustration for newbies.
I couldn’t help but notice in the lists of interests posted in Introductions on Mastodon [new to me social media site] , the number of genealogists who are also gardeners and that got me to thinking of all the ways that the two hobbies overlap. That’s not to say that all genealogists are gardeners or vica versa, but it seems like a very high percentage are. It is certainly true for me. My interest in gardening goes back as far as my memories stretch to fuzzy caterpillars and beautiful garden flowers. My serious involvement with genealogy began at 17. Our garden whether cultivated or that which nature provides has always been my sanctuary. And it seems that the lives of my ancestors also provide a sanctuary from the cruelties of life.
So what things might they have in common. Gardeners and Genealogists are:
- Hopeful: the act of planting a seed or adding a new branch to the tree
- Patient: both gardening and genealogy take patience
- Dirty: they both reveal secrets and they both get you on your knees
- Colorful: Gardens and Family trees are colorful
- Tools: Gardening and Genealogy can be practiced by everyone whether tending to a potted African violet or spending hours researching an archive from afar.
- Rules: Good gardeners and genealogists often break the rules and tolerate chaos becasue it feeds their souls
- Stories: The best gardens are filled with stories, like the best genealogies
- Love: What’s not better with love?
HOPEFUL
There is nothing more HOPEFUL than planting a tree that you will never see reach its maturity, knowing that its branches will harbor future creatures and provide shade to people you will never know. And no genealogist finishes a family tree —we are ever hopeful that the gardens we make and the family history we uncover will blossom in the future and somehow the failures and brick walls will eventually be overtaken.
PATIENT
Anyone who sticks with gardening or genealogy will either make their peace with PATIENT or give up the pursuit. Some of my brick walls have taken 40 years or more to come tumbling down—and as a gardener I cannot possibly add up all the failures and dead plants that a lifetime of gardening entails. Yes, the weeds keep coming and yet I have spent the last few weeks a couple of hours a day on my knees weeding—in a rather futile attempt to win the war in favor of the native wildflowers. Similarly I am ever patiently plodding along hoping to make a new discovery or DNA match which will unlock the origins of my third great grandparents John MERRITT and Margaret GEARY.
DIRTY
Gardeners and genealogists get their hands DIRTY—I mean that literally. Your hands lead you to places you never expected and your searching for the right plant or the right resources unlocks untold secrets of our connection to the natural world and to our past. We get down and dirty and on our hands and knees in archives and libraries and gardens. We learn dirty little secrets someone worked hard to bury. We just keep digging.
COLORFUL
Even if you garden is currently covered in a blanket of snow or all shades of green, there’s no denying gardens are COLORFUL. Even if most of the color is plays of light and comes on the wings of those who visit it. Genealogy is colorful both in the characters we meet, the places they come from and for some the color coding we often use to separate this family from that one.
TOOLS
This goes without saying, both endeavors have their own sets of favorite TOOLS. And there is a large degree of overlap. Books, libraries and the internet being repositories of knowledge and inspiration. Metaphors abound in raking and shaking the leaves and trees. Pruning branches, cross pollinating and simply mucking about in gardens or graveyards.
RULES
Anyone reading my blog, knows I both like rules, and like breaking them. The best RULES are like paths, they are more interesting when they meander. The rules give structure and orderliness but they can also constrain and discourage. A gardener should always look forward to surprises as should the genealogist. The rules are guideposts. They are not fences nor gatekeepers and don’t let anyone tell you different!
STORIES
I say it again and again, who cares about all those names, dates and places and neatly organized files? Well you do. However, what is important is the STORIES. Even in the garden, it is telling its story. Plants that fail to thrive and others that spread with reckless abandon. My grandfather had a Japanese maple from which my parents had a seedling. Many gardens later the progeny of that maple carry on in my garden today.
LOVE
Arguably gardens and family history grow stronger with LOVE. Our time on earth is transient. We garden and compile family history, best watered with love and perseverance. It is both a solitary act of selfishness indulging in our love of growing things and the selflessness of helping and providing a path for others. Only fellow gardeners or genealogists will appreciate what it took to get there. We did it for love.
“Time is to slow for those who wait,
― Henry Van Dyke
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice…
But for those who love,
Time is Eternity.”
Kelly Wheaton ©2023 – All Rights Reserved
New Speculations on the Origins of Robert WHEATON: Part One
Posted on January 30, 2023 1 Comment
Many years ago I wrote an article TItled Conjectures on the Origins of Robert WHEATON. At that time all of the indications were that he was descended from the Wheatons of Devon. This turned out to be 5 different DNA WHEATON/WHEADON/WHIDDEN lines in Devon, England: Wheaton of Sidmouth; Wheadon of Axminster; Whidden of Buckfastleigh; Wheaton of Exeter; and Wheaton of Winkleigh and Brixham. After lots of DNA testing in England with not a single DNA match, I highly suspect Robert WHEATON, who settled first in Salem, Massachusetts in 1636, did NOT come from Devon.
INTRODUCTION
In April of 2015 I had the wonderful opportunity to meet up with Den and Jean Wheaton and spend 3 days visiting parishes in Devon and Somerset where WHEATONs were known to have lived in the 16th century and into the 17th century. On this trip Den and Jean WHEATON and I met up with David WHEATON of the Branscombe WHEATONs. So we represented 3 distinct WHEATON lines—none of them DNA related. We visited many churches from the southern Devon ie. Exter, Branscombe, Sidmouth, to mid Devon parishes like Tiverton, Honiton and Loxbeare. Each unique and beautiful in its own right. As we climbed higher and higher onto Exmoor I began to feel we were closer to the ancient Robert Wheaton homeland. When we went reached Wheddon Cross, Watchet and Stogursey I said, “this feels right.” Now of course a “feeling” can be meaningless but in this case it has led down some very circuitous gopher holes. In 2019 and continuing through Covid I have not let up in researching—although I have been remiss in not writing it up. So without further procrastination here goes.
I am not sure what it was I feeling or even what I was looking for— it just felt right. The topography had similarities to where Robert Wheaton settled in Rehoboth, Massachusetts. The area of the original “Ring of Green” settlement of Rehoboth, where Robert spent most of his life, is actually located on the East side of the Seekonk River in what is today Rumford, Rhode Island [adjacent East Providence]. Robert owned a homelot on the Ring of Green as well as a farm/woodlot on present day Wheaton Ave. in Rehoboth, Massachusetts. The Seekonk River adjoining Rumford feeds directly into the larger Providence River which in turn flows into Narragansett Bay which exits into the Atlantic Ocean. The area is a mix of woods and wetlands. Similarly, in North Somerset, the Avil and Washford Rivers empty into the swamp lands of Minehead and Watchet which border the Bristol Channel and out into the same Atlantic Ocean. Both areas show a marine influence and the North Wheddon Coast and Exmoor have more similarity to Rehoboth than the Midlands and South Coast of Devon, my earlier focus. This may mean nothing at all, but when clutching at straws that’s where we will begin.
Compare the two areas adjacent waterways and nearby major waterways leading both to the Atlantic Ocean.

A little while later we got a bit of a nudge in this same direction when 3 anonymous samples of YDNA from the Bristol, England area, matched a key mutation of our Robert Wheaton [R-FGC22501]. The only other person other than our Headless Warrior in York to be positive for this SNP. To be fair this could just be a coincidence, but for now it is all we have. When Robert first appears in Salem the spelling appears to be abbreviated Robt. Wheato and then Robert Wheadon and Robt. Wheaden. Note in the later two instances the name is written Wheadon. It would be a bit ironic if Robert was a Wheadon and not as he was later known Wheaton. However, as I have pointed out elsewhere the dialects in southwestern England make d’s and t’s nearly interchangeable. In two instances a Farm called Wheaton later becomes Wheddon Farm. In many early documents a name will be spelled multiple ways in the same document.
SOMERSET ENGLAND
If we assume for the sake of conjecture that I am right about my suspicions about Robert WHEATON in Somerset, we need look to the first record in Somerset of a Wheaton/Wheddon etc. which is in the year 1201, when a Walterus of ‘Watesden‘ paid scutage on half a knight’s fee which is held of the honour of Dunster, the lands of William de Mohun. William de Mohun [also spelled Moion or Moyon] was a knight in the service of William the Conqueror who received as many as 68 manors in the west of England including 55 in Somerset. His home estate consisted of the ancient hundreds of Minehead, Cutcombe and Dunster. He built his castle upon an earlier fortified castle in Dunster [shown below] originally called Tore. He was engaged in breeding horses at Cutcombe and Nunney [near Frome]. [Planche, James Robinson The Conqueror and his companions London 1874]
William de Mohun held two manors in Cutcombe both mentioned in the Domesday Book:
- Cutcombe [Udecombe, Codecombe] William de Mohun and 3 men at arms from him. Mill, 36 brood mares, 250 sheep. 22 villagers. Later 11 smallholders. 6 slaves. 6 pigmen 1.5 lord’s lands. Meadow 8 acres. Pasture 2 1 leagues & 0.5 leagues 5 furlongs mixed measures. Woodland 1 0.5 leagues & 14 acres mixed measures. Cutcombe is Somerset’s highest parish in elevation. [Uda = wood; combe = deep valley] Manor Value in 1086 £7.8
- Oaktrow [Wochetreu] Durand from William de Mohun. Oaktrow Wood. (in Cutcombe parish) Manor later known as Cutcombe Mohun, half a virgate of land. 1 plough. In demesne is 1 ferling and half a plough, 2 villeins, half a plough, 1 ferling, 4 acres of wood(land). 6 beasts and 50 sheep, 20 she-goats and 8 swine. 4 s. [och = oak, treu or treow = wood]

and Wheddon Farms Annotated OS map
A bit more on perhaps the first of Robert’s line.
“The early history of a small estate at Wheddon is obscure, It seems to have begun in 1201, when a Walter of ‘Watesden‘ paid scutage [Scutage: money paid by a vassal to his lord in lieu of military service] on half a knight’s fee [Knight’s fee: a unit measure of land deemed sufficient to support a knight approx. 1,000-5,000 acres] which is held of the honour [honour: Barony] of Dunster.”[Lands of William de Mohun]. “Walterus de Watesden reddit compotum de j. marca de feodo dimidii militis de honore de Dunstore de scutagio. In thesauro liberavit. Et quietus est.[original Latin]”
Lyte, Sir H.C. Maxwell. Historical Notes on Some Manors formerly connected with the Honour of Dunster 1931 p .88
WHEATON WHEDDON WHAT’s in a NAME?
Our next mention of a Wheddon in the Somerset records is in the year 1243 where a lawsuit mentions Robert de Wotedon, a son William, a Richard Whadden and a tenement called Whetendene in Cutcombe. In 1253, ten years later, we see three spellings Whetedon, Whetden and Whedden all different from the earlier three. This is not at all unusual as early documents may have multiple spellings in the same document. Although these spellings may seem very different, the alleged meaning is similar. In Proto-indo-european (udén), wodor, and wodon means water. Variations include waden [to wade], wader, weden, wedene again all meaning wet, wade or water. With den or done meaning valley. So we have Walterus of water valley or the wet valley.
In the Inquisition of Sir John de Mohun from 1285: “Wadendene [alias Uhetnedene, Wetdene]. 1/2 knight’s fee held by Walter de Wadedene [alias Wetendene]. This seems an apt description given all the waterways and springs I have marked on the map below. This area is bordered on the West by the Quarme River and the North the Avil River and everywhere you look are water courses and freshwater springs. Also note a place called Watercombe adjacent Cutcombe. Essentially Watercombe and Wheddon are the same thing. Water + combe = water valley.
There are several other mentions of Wheddons in the 13th century but this one is of particular note. “In 1253, Alice of Wheddon, daughter of William of Wheddon laid claim to a third [of the] manor of Wheddon, whereof her father had been seised in demense when he set out for the Holy Land [Henry III Seventh Crusade 1248-1254]. Robert Wheddon, the tenant in actual possession hereupon vouched his overlord, Reynold de Mohun [Reginald de Mohun 1206-1258, 3rd great grandson of William de Mohun], to warrant his title, but soon afterwards recognised the plaintiff’s right, and agreed that she and her heirs should hold of him and his heirs at a rent of 12d. Which, it will be observed, was a third of the rent payable by him to the lord of Dunster. [Lyte, Sir H.C. Maxwell Documents and Extracts Illustrating the History of the Honour of Dunster Somerset Record Society Vol 33 1918 pg 89] This is the only mention I have found of an actual manor and it may be construed that this is probably the Oaktrow, later known as Cutcombe Mohun. It later seems to fade into oblivion.
Also noteworthy that Alice’s father was a “Knight on Crusade in the Holy Land.” This William Wheddon may be the son or grandson of Walter de Wheddon who was the first of that name recorded. As is the case with William de Mohun there are 4 generations of that same name. So too we find a Walter de Wheddon son of Walter de Wheddon. In the 13th century other forenames include for Wheddon’s include: William, Robert, Richard and Alice. It is likely that the Walter de Wheddon mentioned in 1333 and 1335 as “regarder” of the forest of Exmoor would be a descendant of the original Walter since the first mention is 132 years earlier. A regarder was an ancient officer of the forest, whose duty it was to take a view of the forest hunts, and to inquire concerning trespasses, offenses, etc. It may have been a duty that was passed from father to son over many generations. In 1348 we find a Walter de Wheddon as a witness to a deed in Kilton some 20 miles to the East. In 1376 there is a debtor Alexander Leygh alias Alexander Wheton of Tiverton, North Devon. Creditor John More, citizen and mercer of London. [National Archived C241/164/8]
SILENCE
Then the record is silent for nearly 185 years! There are mentions of the place name Wheddon but none of that name or similar in the area. Then the 23 November 1559, Agnes Littlejohn and William Whetton are married at St. Mary Bridgewater [about 30 Miles east of Cutcombe]. In 1571 is a deed of Thomas Luttrell Esq to and a Thomas Withey alias Wheddone. [In 1376 Lady Elizabeth Luttrell purchased Dunster Castle from Sir John Mohun and it remained in Luttrell family hands until 1976 when it become part of the National Trust]
To Close Part One I share with you some photo of Cutcombe. The church of St John was constructed in the 13th and 14th century probably built upon an earlier church from the early 12th century. It sits at a high elevation with lovely views of surrounding countryside.
And for comparison I offer this photo taken in 2021 of Robert WHEATOn’s land in Rehoboth. The trees follow “Clayey Brook” which will make an appearance later in our story.
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