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Little
child so beautiful
So patient standing there
Years to come someone will say
Such treasure we can share
Soft and gentle little one
With face that is sublime
See your soul and in your heart
This beauty lasts through time
Thinking of this time of past
Love captured long ago
Each time I see this photograph
My memories will flow
I feel the touch of gentle hands
With heart so soft as lace
Love displayed a tribute to
Treasures I can trace
Precious gifts upon my heart
That take me back in time
Gathered in the family tree
Each branch of life divine
Every photo on my wall
They speak to me each day
Follow me within my life
They'll never fade away.
~Francine Pucillo
POETRY~EMOTION
Barbara Heck
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Inscription:
"Barbara Heck
Put Her Brave Soul Against The Rugged Possibilities
Of The Future
And Under God.
Brought Into Existence American And Canadian Methodism
And Between These Her Memory Will Ever Form A Most Hallowed Link.
In Memory Of One Who
Laid Foundations Others Have Built Upon.
On Back Of Stone:
Interred Here:
Paul Heck -
1730-1795
Margaret
Embury Lawrence - 1743-1807
John Lawrence
- 1742-1822
Members of first Methodist
Society in America
Organized 1766 in
New York City
by: Barbara Heck &
Philip Embury
Presented by: Barbara
Heck Bicentenary Commission
August 17, 1934
Taken from: History of New Oswegatchie and the Blue Church Cemetery
written by:
Edwin A. Livingston
On the 29 of June 1909, (over a hundred years after her death)
the Rector and Wardens of St. John's Church, Prescott, assigned the Heck Plot to the Methodist Church of Canada and permission was granted to erect the present large and beautiful memorial to Barbara Heck which was paid for by subscriptions throughout Canada and the United States. The large granite stone sections were brought to the cemetery on wagons drawn by horses from the railway station at Prescott. This monument stands in a prominent location at the front of the cemetery beside the highway.
Other names of the Heck Family
buried in this cemetary are:
Hester Heck 1812 - 1907
Last surviving grandchild
of Paul and Barbara Heck
Georgina Alice
b. June 4, 1846 - d. February 15, 1922
Daughter of George and Lucy Heck
Ann d. 12/11/1955 59 yrs.
Elizabeth (wice of James Howard) d. 12/03/1873 - 73 yrs. 7 mos
Barbara d. 11/26/1869 3 yrs. 6 mo's
Frances E. d. 09/13/1878 75 yrs.
Frances (wife of Jacob) 08/10/1844
George, youngest grandson of Barbara Heck
- d. 12/19/1900 81 yrs
John d. 05/18/1863 one year two months
Lois (wife of Rev. Samuel Heck)
d. 12/31/1842 63 yrs. 2 mo 18 days
Lucy G. d. 12/30/1851 one year 8 mo.
Lucy M. (last wife of George Heck)
d. 01/16/1852 thirty-one
years...3 mo..11 days
Rev. Samuel Heck Jr.
d. 05/16/1846 30 yrs. 7 mo's 21 days
Rev. Samuel Heck Sr.
d. 08/18/1844 70 yrs. 21 days
(Rev. Samuel Heck who laboured in his master's vineyard for upward of 38 years,
departed this life in the triumphs of faith on the 18th of August 1844 ~ 70 yrs
Sarah Emma
(daughter of George and Colleen Heck)
b. 10/14/1864 d. 03/22/1872
Sophia d. 06/15/1851 53 years
Catherine 11/08/1880 78 years. 9 mo's
Frances (son of Jacob Heck) 04/10/1811 73 yrs.
Jacob 09/24/1847 78 yrs<
These are the names that are interred in the cemetary, I hope it will help others that are needing this information
The following article is taken from the December 1866 edition of a magazine entitled:
THE LADIES REPOSITORY
A VISIT TO THE GRAVE OF PAUL AND BARBARA HECK
A Leaf from my Sketch Book
by Mrs. Phoebe Palmer
A few days since we were induced to visit, by special invitation, the pleasant town of Brockville, Canada West. Here we found ourselves within a few miles of where that honored mother in Israel, Barbara Heck and her good husband, Paul Heck, lie buried side by side.
With much pleasure we accepted the invitation of William Sherwood, Esq., and Rev. William H. Poole, to visit the vererated spot, about eight miles distant. Within a mile of the "Blue Church" graveyard resides George Heck, Esq., grandson of Barbara Heck. Himself and members of his interesting household are well worthy the name of thier sainted grandsires, and thier praise is in all the Canadian Wesleyan Churches, as among the more devoted and opulent. Here we dined, and saw some highly-prized relics of the worthy pair, particularly the Bible that the devoted Barbara had on her lap the moment of her transit from earth to heaven. Says one, "When we pray we speak to God, but when we read the Holy Bible it is God speaking to us." Well God was speaking to Barbara, the sainted mother of American Methodism, at the hour she passed away. And who can tell what were the hallowed communings of that eventful moment!
Her grandson tells us that she was not particularly ill. She had for some time resided with her son Samuel, and had at the time accomplished her threescore and ten years. Himself and brother formed part of the family; but all were absent from the room at the time when death, as a smiling porter, came and unlocked the prison door that detained her below.
The messenger that unloosed the silver cord came so gently that his coming might not at once have been observed, had not the good old well-worn bible been seen slipping from her hand as her grandson entered the room.
Says her biographer, Rev. Dr. Stevens, "Thus passed away this devoted, obscure, and unpretentious woman, who so faithfully, yet unconscieously, laid the foundations of one of the grandest ecclesiastical structures of modern ages, and whose name will last with ever-increasing brightness as long as the sun and moon endure."
The place from which she, "Took her last triumphant flight, From Calvary to Zion's height," was pointed out to us, being but a few minutes walk from where her grandson now resides.
Her remains now repose in a graveyard about a mile distant from the place where she died. It is just such a place as one might choose as a last restingplace for the earthly tabernacle. It is on a verdant embankment overlooking the beautiful St. Lawrence River, whose rapid flow reminds the thoughtful beholder of life's erverflowing stream, bearing its sons away.
Assisted by Rev. Mr. Poole, we planted a beautiful rosebuse on the grave of the departed heroine. Some of the roses were in full bloom, and we left them untouched to shed perfume over the honoured spot.
Our friend, the lawyer, through whose courtesy we were taken to the place, busied himself, while we were viewing the graves of the honoured dead, in taking a sketch of the of Paul and Barbara, and other members of the Heck family. Being adept in the art, he produced an admirable sketch.
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The remains of Mrs. Lawrence also lie entombed here. she was the widow of Philip Embury, of honoured memory, who died at Ashgrove, Vermont. Two or three years after the death of Embury she was married to Mr. Lawrence, one of the little company that emigrated to this country with Paul and Barbara heck, Embury, etc.
Surely the righteous shall be in everlasting remembrance; and by a thousand unlooked-for and nameless ways does the God of Providence make known his faithfulness.
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