Most Recent Subjects 1st!


****NEW 2015****



2022 Christmas Family Update Letters & Cards & Photos

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****NEW 2014****

Blanches Family Albums, Photos,

and her K.F.O.C.I. & her Rosie-The-Riverter, LIST of Photo Files Link:
Please Click the Highlighted Link ---> Mericle-Berkey-Beckley-Master-Photo-Files.html

Also, View Blanche's Family Page Link: James D. & Cora Mericle: (Husband Kenny B. Mericle parents page)



****NEW 2013****





Our Hoyt's & Mericle's worked here to help the war efforts at home.

We Thank them for there Service as a Military Civilian Worker

Blanche R. (Berkey) Mericle - (See Articles Photos/Videos Links on her @ James D. Mericle Family Page)

Owen Allan Hoyt - Receiving Plant for B-24 Plane materials & Hi-Lo Driver

1. The Story of Willow Run from a huge Ford Farmland - 10 Minutes

2. Willow Run & Ford Motor Co. Film - 7 Minutes

3. Women on the Warpath - Rosie's - 12 Minutes - Willow Run Women Workers

4. WWII Willow Run Bomber Plant-B-24 "The Lib" Film (wmv)

Photo sites:

Yankee Air Museum and the Willow Run bomber plant - Click on the B-24 plane to see the photos..

Ford's B-24 Bomber Plant at Willow Run - FOTKI -over 120 photos

Henry Ford Museum - Photos and History -

Willow Run Bomber Plant - Flickr Photostream


Books sites:

The Story of Willow Run - 1956 - Ann Arbor Press

Willow Run - The Colusus of American Industry


***NEW FOR 2012***

Just Received 05-15-2012

John Hoyt 1832-2012, Humane Society President. 1970-1996

Article from Wall Street Journal, 04-18-2012

(Click to read article Obit)




Just Received 09/28/2011


Isadore Sabra (Van Wie) Hoyt c1895
Isadore Sabra (Van Wie) Hoyt c1880-1890
3 images of Isadore Sabra (Van Wie) Hoyt b.1826 - d. 1913


Thanks & Courtesy of Kim Supak - email:



Just Received 10/16/2011

Webster Hoyt's

"Hoyt Family Autobiography - 1949" (.pdf)





JUNE 2010

Hoyt - Mericle - Spillman Family Recipies


APRIL 2010

Click HERE to view Menachem Etkin's Family Roots - Recent Trip to Dokshitsky, Belarus


Michael Etkin's Book....

"Despite Everything.... I Had Won"

Adobe (.pdf) 1.2 MB's - FREE


Or view or download FREE online at link:

He's a relative descended from the Kabakov family in Dokshitsky, Belarusa, Russia. The full story of the relatives who died @ hands of Nazis is contained here. very inspirational...Pati Watkins



FUN QUIZ on HOYT's - 55 questions?

1st one, who emails back correct answers, gets $25.00

Designed for Fun, Knowledge, Enjoyment, and Money, to boot!- Do you know your Hoyt's



******2 NEW Items for Purchase on 'our' Hoyt Atlas Mill******

* Note: Atals Mill in Clinton, Lenawee, Michigan was destroyrf by fire, after 173 business yrs, from teenage arson

2009 Christmas Ornament
Atlas Mill is featured front & back

Rotary Club of Clinton - List of 8 Christmas Ornaments
2009 Christmas Ornament Rotary Club of Clinton

(Click images above to view larger image)
For Orders: $16.00, add $5.00 shipping = $21.00
(Special for an order of a dozen (12), Shipping is FREE! $16.00 each, save $60.00)
Make check out to: Rotary Club of Clinton

Mail to:
Rotary Club of Clinton
15500 Van Tuyle Rd.
Clinton, MI 49236




$20.00 each w/ Shipping included, w/ Timeline Sheet Certificate

(Click on above images to view larger image)

Please Send Check or Money Orders with # of plaques to:

Historical Society of Clinton

Mail to:

Sharon Scott
214 E. Michigan Ave.
Clinton, MI 49236



Wedding of Brian D. Hoyt, (son of Brett D. (dec) & Jan (Hite) Hoyt), to Courtney Wallace took place on 11/21/2009


Bernie Hoyt's Photos:: or

Wedding Pictures - Brian Hoyt & Courtney Wallace Photos (on this site)


I will try and get both the Magna Charta & Mayflower Descendants Certificates for our Hoyt families.

UPDATE: I have been acepted into Magna Charta Dames & Barons, letter dated! 10/15/09


Atlas Mill Items Gifted to Hist. Soc. of Clinton, by Hoyt Families, see below Clinton Local Article

John Hoyt Gifts - Atlas Mill Items by Hoyt Families to Historical Society of Clinton, MI - 09/17/2009


"Aunt" Betty (Olson) Johnson, Turns 100, March 2009

(Click below ink to view Photo & Slideshow of Aunt Betty's 3 - 100th Birthday Parties)

Email #1: (edited)
Sent: Saturday, March 14, 2009 11:11 AM
Subject: Re: Happy 100th Birthday to "Aunt" Betty Olson Johnson
Dear John,
So sorry to see the mill pictures. Seeing important parts of our Hoyt History go down is really hard -- and especially for you who grew up so close by - my sympathy going out to you and your families.
I think I'm back in this time zone - but it takes awhile. We ret'd. from AZ Tues 3 am. The wedding was wonderful, as was weather. It took place at a lovely resort in Paradise Valley - outdoors for the ceremony and indoors for the festivities. Blaire was a lovely bride and looked radiant. Jenifer came down from CA so we had another "reunion" this year - lucky us! Her real birthday is Wed - 3-18. Today was picked to accomodate out of towners. Her daughter, Pat, is here from W. VA. Only cousins Harold and wife Kathy, and cousin, Tim are coming from TC area. All the rest are reluctant to plan long drives at this time of yr. They could have a good, dry trip one way, then
run into all kinds of problems on return - or vice versa. Even cousins from Troy, Royal Oak, and Owasso are doubtful - illness, out of town. Hope to bring them together at a small place nr Betty's on Wed for lunch.
This is a sr. residence comprised of small apartments, she has been there a number of years, but very well kept up, and within walking distance of dntn Plymouth. She is happy there and keeps her place up so well.

She is my teacher for Sr. Citizens #101 - How to be a Nice Old Lady.
Jackie and George

Email #2:
Sent: Wednesday, March 18, 2009 8:27 PM
Subject: Re: "QUEEN"
Hi John,
We've been partying with the party"Queen" again today, so time to "e" reply - "yes" go ahead and post Queen Betty's pic on the Family website.
Today was a more impromptu party. George and I told her we'd like to take her to lunch on her real birthday - today. We suggested her favorite Coney Island restaurant in Plymouth. Then I e-mailed cousins (who live in Detroit area) who couldn't make it last Sat. - This was a surprise - but a;ll showed up, her daughter, Shar, knew about it, so she had kids and grandkids there too - didn't count but there was a gang and we took over backroom seating area in restaurant.
Betty was delighted to see all and enjoyed every minute, eating what she always eats: broccoli omelet and whole wheat toast. So many cameras clicking away so more pics. All the restaurant staff came back to sing Happy Birthday. And the birthday cake was really creative. Cook put together a lot of little pancakes that formed the base. Next a cherry topping, then sparkly candles. Betty blew out the three candles and a glow hung over the people and place and especially Betty.
Party #3 took place at the Kroger store across the way from the restaurant. She has shopped there - with Shar's help - these past 6-7 yrs. She knows many of the store's employees. So when Shar ordered her birthday cake (for Sat. party) the manager got involved. Kroger party followed Coney Island's. The manager met all of us at the front door - and del'd a huge bunch of helium balloons (well anchored) a large arrangement of flowers - and made a little speech over the PA system, telling customers about Betty's birthday. So as they checked out, so many came to Betty's Bench and wished her Happy Birthday. One little girl gave Betty a Snickers Bar and
another customer gave her a bouquet of yellow flowers. Then out came the Birthday Cake - and so many employees, family, and customers all sang Happy Birthday to Betty. She was so sweet and gracious throughout - and seemed to enjoy it all. We drove her home afterward, and saw the stack of birthday cards she'd already received in the mail and that neighbors and friends in her bldg. had fastened to her apt. door.

She is a much loved lady.So dear Aunt Betty has had quite a day, and how wonderful it was to share it with her. At her Sat. party, I told her, "Aunt Betty I have never known anyone who was 100 yrs. old." She replied, " I haven't either." So ends her first 100 years.
Amazing! Wish you could've been there - she is so delightful to be with - indeed our family Crown Jewel. Oh -
we taught her the Queen Elizabeth wave - and she got very good at it while wearing her crown on Sat. Lucky me, I have a wonderful role model - now if I can only get that nice and sweet.
With love,



NEW - BREAKING NEWS - 03/12/2009


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Arsons Caught, 03-31-09

Also, search for other videos

Email #1:
From: Linda Kinney
To: John Hoyt
Sent: Thursday, March 12, 2009 7:38 PM
I am so sorry to tell you that my son Joe just phoned me and the Mill is burning down.
He says the flames are shooting 100 feet in the air and the smoke is reaching the clouds.
Half of Clinton is there. I am so very sorry.
Could you email me a picture of the mill in the old days when your family owned it?
I was telling my son Joe what a fine job your family did when the mill was under its care.

Email #2:
From: Bill Click
To: John E Hoyt
Sent: Thursday, March 12, 2009 7:50 PM
Subject: Re: New Email change for John Hoyt
Sorry John,
Mill is burning down.
I will take pictures tomorrow as I am trying to get my video downloaded now.



Nehemiah (4215) Son, Timothy and wife, Emma Lothrop Hoyt has been found,

in a wooded agricultural land West of Hill Top, in Washington, DC.

Click thumbnail to view larger image and go to Cemeteries Page to view more photos.

Go to below to view more data & notes about these Nehemiah Hoyt's.


Books Online

A Genealogical History of the Hoyt, Haight, & Hight Families

by David W. Hoyt, Providence Press, 1871 (.pdf) format from Google - 22.5 MB's


New Web Register Family Tree page -

Robert (1548)Belt English Family to America Register


Hoyt Cousins Visit Charlevoix with Hugh H. & Betty (Miller) Families

Visit Hugh H. & Betty (Miller) Hoyt Family Page


(Click to view larger image above, dated 07/08/2008)

Check out other images on my John Hoyt Albums at below link:


July 4th, 2008 Parade in Rose City, Ogemaw Co., MI

(Participants on this float are: John Reetz (driving 1936 J.D. tractor, Far rt. seated is cousin Charles Reetz,
John Hoyt, cousin to sisters, Jackie (Hoyt) (Laschen) Saito, Linda Hoyt, of the Alan S. Rose line, Abbie (Geroy-Rose)
married Geo. Marcus Hoyt in Rose City, MI in 1896. On Sofa under roof are Honored, Dick & Pat Rose, of the Hiram Rose Families)

See other photos at my, click link below or on the photo to view online slideshow & images..:



John Hoyt's Family Albums @

(Check out the Author's, Timeless Albums (8), and each years 2000-2008 multi-albums

online Slide Show & photos, over 2000 family photos)


From: Joan (Lukacs) Hoyt's, 5 yr old grandon, Tyler N. Hoyt

Tyler: "Grandma I wish you weren't so old."
Grandma: "Why?"
Tyler: "Because I don't want you to die. Because if you die I'll REALLY miss you."
Grandma: "Well I'm not crazy about the idea myself. But don't worry Tyler,

by the time I die you'll have a wife and children of your own and you'll be able to tell them about me."
Tyler: "Okay" (and off he went to play; he came back a couple seconds later and said:)
Tyler: "Hey, I was just thinking ... when I die, we'll be together again!"






View Neice, Beth Hoyt's Commentary /Commedian on Animal News Fun at link:



***NEW*** Family Register Page / 09-21-2007




History by Patti (R.) Johnston

(Some Sheets are deleted and some edited for Privacy Concerns-jeh)



***NEW*** August 24, 2007



Geroge & (cousins) Jackie (Hoyt) Saito, Linda Hoyt, & John Hoyt
Visit Remus, MI on 08/23/2007, owners of Colegrove home & Hoyt home gave us tours and a surprise gift, from Carrie (Hoyt) Colegrove.

(Click Tiltles above and below to view images)

Courtesy of Kelly Gilmore, Jamie & Elsie Packard





***NEW*** August 21, 2007



History of John Steweart The Bachelor(.htm)


Courtesy of Mark Stewart

View the Web Pages of 'our' Edwards & Stewart Register & Ruth G. (Hoyt) Edwards Family Page


View the 9 Generations of Descendants from Daniel Stewart (.pdf)



Our John G. & George Greenwood (Gerald) Hoyt Families

Photo Albums Separated to Thumbnail to Large Images

from the Julie Cartano Rourke Collections



Also, view the Cartano Percival Family Register Page

History of the Cartano Family Site

from the John E. Hoyt Album Collections

G-G-Hoyt's, Carrie-M-(Hoyt)-Colegrove 11 Photos

Hugh-Kitty-Hoyt's, Marcus-Abby Hoyt's, Earnest-E-Hoyts 76 photos

Owen-Paul-Ruth-Ada-Hugh-Hoyts 284 Photos


from the Jackie (Hoyt) Saito Album online at link:


from the Ruth Hoyt Edwards & Ann Edwards Fordham Family Album Collections

Ruth Hoyt Edwards - Old Photo Album Pages 174 Pages

Ruth Hoyt Edwards - Honored at P.A.N.A Album 44 pages

Ann Edwards Forham's - Family Album Pages 78 Pages


from the John E. Hoyt Album Collections

Mericles-Belts-Watkins-Hoyts 337 Photos






View 48 Image Index of Cousins cleaning & photographing

Wamboldt Cemetery & Village of Remus, MI - 03-29-2007

Linda Hoyt of Wyoming, MI
John Hoyt of Rockford, MI






We have our Direct Descendant, David Hoyt, Hoit, captured his family and he was one of many that died on the

March to Canada in 1704, after the Indian Raid.

goto: David Hoyt(2618), Deerfield, MA - 6th Great-Grandfather..

to read and learn more





Hoyt-Watkins Cousins meet in Rockford, MI 12-28-06 & 12-27-07..
Patricia Watkins from Prescott Valley, AZ, and her brother, Robert Watkin's from Roseville, MI
drove up to compare and give John Hoyt documents and Histories of the Watkins Families,
relationship to my Grandmother who was 'Cora' Spillman, and their Grandma "Dot', a sister Spillman.

Daniel H. Spillman, wife Polly died
dau. Bertha-Cora-Iva-Dot-Earnest
Bob Watkins-John Hoyt-Pati Watkins
Rockford, MI 12-28-2006
Bob Watkins-John Hoyt-Pati Watkins
Rockford, MI 12-27-2007 More photos

Watkins Histories & Narratives - Image Index of pages

"My Grandparents" - Frank & Anne Watkins

Narrative by Ray Homer (Fritz) Watkins Jr.

Watkins Journal/Diary

by Homer (Edward Lewis) Watkins b. 1826

(150 hand-written pages, w/ some missing pages)

A typed short Version of above Edward Lewis Watkins's Journal/Diary by Betty (Dane ) Watkins
Watkins Journal/Diary #2
(10 Pages, and some pages have been left out for Privacy Protection)


Written by Betty (Dane) Watkins of her Mother's Family

Dorothea Ellen (Spillman) Watkins





12-22-06 Updated Master Gedcom File 17.8 MB's:   


31,845 Individuals, 13,717 marriages / Email Me, too large download


Regular Hoyt Gedcom file download 1.1 MB's - 5,000 individuals.


11 New Web Pages Listed Below &

Directions on How to Navigate this Site

at the Home Page

Descendants Outlines List for all Families

Olson Register Page

Moe Register Page

Rose Register Page

Rose City Web Page

Watkins Register Page

Spillman Register Page

Deal Register Page

Dunlap Register Page

Hipsley Register Page




Britian's First Tax Rolls Document / recent purchase of these four files


CURRY RIVEL - ( In the Church of Curry Rivel ia half a hide, a Preist holds...)



SEAVINGTON-ST. MARY - (XLVII - The Land of the King's Thegns)

( a mill is mentioned )






Video Image Btn

Mini Movie of Wedding Photos and Movie shorts

(a CD is Available in High Resolution)



1920's Hoyt 16 MM to DVD & VHS MOVIE FILM PREVIEW- Rockford, MI - 08-16-2006

*Film was generously loaned to John Hoyt for transfer, by Amy Jane (Hoyt) Taylor, of Suttons Bay, MI

John Hoyt, Jackie (Hoyt) Saito, & dau. Jenifer Laschen, Linda Hoyt, dau. Elaine Benoit
George Saito took photo.

Jackie & Linda Hoyt, daughters of Owen & Laura (Olson) Hoyt / Owen Hoyt, son to Geo. Marcus & Abbie (Rose) Hoyt

* Contact John E. Hoyt for Purchase of DVD or VHS, of this rare Hoyt Movie




Interesting Misc. Items for History Buffs, etc....

Daddy's Poem

Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"
She heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.

"'Cause my daddy's always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart"
With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
But heaven's, just too far.

You see he is a Marine
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.


The Story Tellers

We are the chosen. My feelings are that in each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know, and approve. To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe; all tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us: "Tell our story!" So, we do.

In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family, you would be proud of us?" How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.

It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who I am and why I do the things I do? It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds, and indifference, and saying I can't let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us.

So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family storytellers. That, is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.

Good friends are like stars. You don't always see them but you always know they are there. from Maxine Lil Heselton St Burnaby BC Canada



I don't think some of our kids know what an apron is.

The principal use of grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath,
but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from
the oven.
It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used
for cleaning out dirty ears.

From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks,
and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.

And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood

Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had
been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples
That had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much
furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron,
and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace
that "old-time apron" that served so many purposes.

Send this to those who would know, and love the story about Grandma's


Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool.

Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.

GOD BLESS! And have a good day

Sent to me by Bernie M. Hoyt, from CA



Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear strong voice.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.

"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?"

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.

Grandma smiled and related this story:
"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life."

"They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war."

"They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse."

"They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand."

"They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer."

"These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."

I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.

When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. Let's continue praying for one another. Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both.




Contact John E. Hoyt

About the Author, and his place in the Family Tree



(Click below thumbnail to go to Index of Pages.)

A New HOYT GENEALOGY courtesy by

Donne Puckle, AZ Compiled in 1952,

by Sara B. (Clark) Hoyt & Mary E. (Hoyt) Price;

includes family surnames: Brown, Clark, Foote, Hoyt, Puckle

Jonathan G. Hoyt's Brother Benjamin Families



Deerfield Massace 1704 & Lt. Jonathan Hoyt Story of Capitivity & Biography, son of our direct line of Lt.David Hoyt .



After researching the section of the HHH Book of 1871 by David W, Hoyt,

"Hoyte in England", & combining Robin Bush's Research, & the CD's, I am able to find and place 4 new generations to our English Heritage. I had to fill in gaps from the 1417-1418 record of a John Hoyt being a baker; ahead, to Thomas Hoyte born abt. 1520, at Cirrey Rivel, then to Michael & to our Simon Hoyte to America.. ......Please go to the Hoyt/e's in England web page, to see my research, Robin Bush link, the pages 273-281 of the HHH Book of 1871., & CD's findings.

If you wish a gedcom with these in source and notes of perhaps 100 new individuls that have been added, mostly from 1500-1800 in England,

please E-mail for this (.ged).file.

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