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The Life From The Roots blog topics have changed several times since I began this blog in 2009. I initially wrote only about the family history I had been working on for 20 years. Years later, I was into visiting gardens, historical homes, churches, libraries that had genealogical collections, historical societies, war memorials, and travel/tourism places. I also enjoy posting autographs and photos of famous people I've met or have seen.

Along with my New England roots, other areas include New York, New Jersey, Michigan, Illinois, Wisconsin, and the Eastern Townships of Quebec, Canada.

Please check out the labels on the right side for topics (please note, they need work). Below the labels and pageviews is a listing of my top nine posts, according to Google. Four of them pertain to Lowell, MA. These posts change often because they are based on what people are reading.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Old Mammy Redd, an Accused Witch, Recently Pardoned


The poem below, was found in my ancestor's manuscript located in the archives at the New England Historic Genealogical Society's Library. My photographed image came out well, and since it meant something to my ancestor, I've decided to use it for Bill West's Fifth Annual Great Genealogy Poetry Challenge! as described on his blog, West in New England.

At first, I thought the author, Julian S. Cutler might have been related to the writer or even to me, since I have a long lineage of Cutlers. However, I find no connection.

Old Mammy Redd is based on a true but very sad story about Wilmot Redd. She was convicted of Witchcraft in Marblehead, Massachusetts, and was hung. I found some links explaining more about this event. They are listed below.

OLD MAMMY REDD.
[For the Transcript.]

In Salem's court-house the old crone stands,
With her wrinkled cheeks and her bony hands,
And pleads for her life on a summer's day,
The life which the maidens had sworn away.

No kind neighbor or friend is there
To urge the granting of her wild prayer,
And crushed she listens the sentence fall--
"Death on the gallows for witches all!"

Never again will her old eyes see
The fisher boats, when the winds are free,
Sail out of the harbor of Marblehead,
Or home when the evening skies are red.

No more will she watch the while gulls fly
With snowy wings; 'gainst the inky sky,
When in from sea, through the twilight gray,
The storm comes sweeping across the bay.

No more will she hear when the shadows fall
The sunset gun from Fort Sewall's wall;
Nor list at midnight the rythmic roar
Of flood-tides creeping along the shore.

Short are the days of Mammy Redd,
Old witch woman of Marblehead;
Vain her prayers; 'neath the autumn sky,
Up Gallows Hill she is led to die.

"Witch," her accusers called her there;
Scoffed at her tears and her broken prayer;
Naught was heard but the cruel cry--
"Hang her--so let the old witch die!"

So she perished on Gallows Hill,
And the days and the years went by, until,
They said, in the streets of Marblehead,
"No witch, but a martyr was Mammy Redd."

And I've been told, when the midnight tide
Creeps in to the short where the old crone died,
If you listen, borne on the midnight air,
Her voice comes wafted in wailing prayer.

JULIAN S. CUTLER.

Marblehead, Feb. 19, 1889.


Below are photos of Wilmot "Mammy" Redd's memorial in the Witchcraft Memorial, Charter Street Burying Ground, also known as The Burying Point, Salem, Massachusetts
Wilmot Redd
Hanged
Sept. 22, 1692



Note: Other good websites for additional information about Mammy Redd.

Find A Grave  "On October 31, 2001 Massachusetts Governor Jane Swift signed a bill pardoning Wilmot Redd along with four other victims of the witch trials."