The Rood Family – Two Poems about Migration to America

The Rood family was listed on the ships manifest along with John Andrews Spracklin.  I did not notice this until I started studying the passenger list and realized that John had not immigrated by himself.  I shared about the migration in the posted dated

February 18, 2013 titled: “John Andrews Spracklin – From England to Ohio 1817.”

The Rood family is listed on the manifest as:  Wine Rood, Ann Rood, Pamela Rood, Wine Rood, Varoline Rood (Caroline), Ablin Rood, Matilda Rood,  (a name between)  John Hunt, then John Spracklin.  (Updated 7/14/2013). John is probably Matilda’s husband?  Another Update on 7/21/2013 I  am sorry but I was going too fast when I wrote this and missed Matilda.

Dave Schneider a descendant of John Andrews Read found this blog and commented.  He was very kind and shared poems given to him by distant family in Wisconsin.

There are two poems written by the children of Wine and Ann (Andrews) Rood.  The first and longer one was written by Pamela Rood.  The shorter one by Wine Rood (Jr.) or a Wm. Read.  These poems were typed.  To me it looked like it was a carbon copy because of the letters being soft, so that implies it was transcribed awhile back.  The spelling is probably, if transcribed correctly, the author’s style.


When first I left Britania’s shore

And cross’d the raging deep

Supported by that mighty power

Who lulls the waves to sleep


Parents belov’d and breth’ren dear     

And Sisters too had I,

With whom I did devoid of fear

Embark without a sigh. 

 (Handwritten comment to right of #2 – “Brothers & sisters both came with the writer from their home.)


We left belov’d and valued friends

Nor hop’d to see them more,

The western Avon to descend

And prospects new explore

 (Handwritten comment to right of #3 – Probably from the Gloucester Co. See Map of England)


Bristol fine city still appeared

O! what a pleasing sight

Clifton high banks on either side

Quite filled me with delight


The tide was high, the wind was fair

And swift was our advance;

And soon on English prospects rare

We cast our final glance.


Contrary winds opposed our pace

The waves like mountains rose;

Paleness appear’d on every face

And fools expressed their woes.


Cheer up, cheer up, the Captain said

There is no room for fear,

Lower your sails the Pilot cries

For we shall anchor here.

 (Handwritten comment to right of #7 – Turned back from Bristol Bay.)


The crew was called the following day

The anchor soon was drawn;

The canvas all was hoisted high

T’was fair and we went on.


Sometimes head winds, sometimes a squall

But mostly quite serene;

Sixty three day’s concluded all,

This interesting scene.

 (Handwritten comment to right of #9 – Little over 2 months at sea.)


At length we reache’d our destine’d shore

And had Colombia’s soil,

Joyful to rest on land once more

Each face display’ed a smile


Around the City we did walk

Its beauty to explore

Off which we’d heard so may talk

For several years before.

 (Handwritten comment to right of #11 – New York.)


Our travels were not ended yet

We had to take a tour

Across the mountains every step

Unknown to us before

 (Handwritten comment to right of #12 – Appalachian & Allegheny ranges.)


If I possessed a Poets skill

I could with pleasure trace

Our Journey over every hill

Our walk from place to place.

 (Handwritten comment to right of #12 – East to west across state of Pennsylvania.)


At length at Petersburg we arrived

But were not station’d there

A little ark we did provide

And then to start prepared.


Down the Ohio swift we sped

Our destiny unknown

May brotner Alban being sick

We long’d to find a home.


At Marietta we arrived

And there behold we staid

My Father dear went out to seek

Some kind Physician’s aid.


He soon returned and to with him

A filthy sottish clown

Thought I he can’t a Doctor be

His fingers look so brown


His little skill he trie’d in vain

My brother still few worse

And when the fever seized his brain

I thought my heart would burst


Three days lapsed and then he died

While we stood round his bed

Sorrow profound possessed each mind

And many a tear was shed.


For death who envy’s all our joys

And laughs at our distress

Had robb’d us of the darling Boy

In whom we were so blest.


Dumb grief prevail’d we silent stood

And view’d his lovely face

But, Oh the nobler part had fled

To Heaven its resting place.


He was interr’d the following day

A prey to noxious worms

An when I ere the thought survey

My heart with anguish burns.


In Marietta grave yard shrude

Midst sculls and coffins lies

The blooming youth whom late I view’d

With pleasure and surprise.


If with politic eloquence

I could my jumble glare

Hi merits to elucidate

I’d raise my talents rare.


But this would sound like flattery

In every strangers ear

Therefore in dark obscurity

I have my Alban Dear.


As flowers fade beneath the sun

Or wither in the frost,

An so is he for ever gone

And to my friendship lost.


Alas he is removed far

From this gay flattering scene,

Where he had prospects bright fair

Had fortunes smiled serene.


Before pale death his lips had closed

In converse sweet we join’d

Our conversation often turne’d

On scenes we’d left behind.


But yet I will not joyless sigh

Or yield to dark despair

While hope points upward to the sky

And bids me view him there.


Surrounded by a glorious throng

Free from all toil and care

He rests, but Ah, I hope ere long

Through grace to meet him there.


In Fleming Fearing Township now I live

Neighbors and Friends around

Protected by Parental care

Therefore my peace abound.


While in the slippery paths of youth

Wisdom May I pursue

And ever see the ways or truth

And keep the end in view.


The cultivation of my mind

Shall be my constant care

And if the task too hard I find

I’ll cry to God in prayer.


That he who rules in purest light

May to my rescue come

And still direct my steps aright

And bring me safely home.


How long or short my stay may be

On earth I cannot tell

But when I die I hope to see

And feel that all is well.

May 1821

 The Conclusion

Composed by Pamala Rood

Original poem found in box of papers having belonged to

Frances Cecila Read Longsdorf, born 1854, Mansfield, Ohio, daughter of

John Read &

Lydia Helen Pollack.


 A second poem on the back of Pamala’s is signed by Wine (or Wm.) Read.

England I now must bid adieu to thee

Thy Meadows fertile I no more shall see

May peace and plinty crown thy fertile Land

And send thee blessings with a liberal hand


May Justice aid thee and thee succor bring

And wisdom guide thee and thy virtuous King

May sound discretion bring thee shure Reforms

Protect and shield thee Land from the coming storm


Or else what trouble will thy Land endure

What grief and famine must await the poor

But hope may yet a prospect thee send

Should all thy sons each prove thur country friend.

 Composed by Wine (or Wm.) Read (or Rood)


Notes:  Original poem, written on back of long poem signed by Pamala Rood and dated May 1821.  Pamala’s poem was definitely written after her family’s arrival in America, even though Mr. Rood/Read’s sounds as though he is just departing from England.

He writes as though he is loyal to the King of England, yet sees a need for social, and maybe political reform.  He may foresee an uprising or civil war to which departed Englishmen like himself might return and help to defend the existing government.

These poems were written on pages which appear to have once been part of a composition book.  Pamala’s poem infers that she was a schoolgirl at the writing (1821).  Mr. Rood/Read’s poem may have been written as a school exercise, or both poems written for the writer’s gratification. They could well have been written for the writer’s gratification. They could well have been written by brother and sister sharing the same book, and could have been prepared a gift to their parents on some occasion.

The poems were found in a box of papers having belonged to Frances Cecelia Read Longsdorf, who father was John Read, born 1811.  The brother Alban whose death upon arrival in Ohio is recounted by Pamala does not appear in the Family Bible of John Read and his family, although all other pertinent dates and names are written in the appropriate lines. 

(Unknown writer and transcriber) .

Enjoy cousins:  Rood Poems

Many thanks to Dave for sharing a very precious part of the family history of Spracklin, Andrews, Rood and Read and more. Sadly, Pamala (Pamela) did not live much longer after writing this poem.  I have her death as 24 July 1823, Mound Cemetery, Washington Co., Ohio.

I believe that “Avon” refers to two rivers in England.   You can almost follow their journey across Pennsylvania from Philadelphia to Pittsburgh (Petersburg) and down the Ohio river.

See post dated Dec 23, 2012 titled:  “In search of the final resting place of Solomon Goss & Olive (Scott) Goss.”  In this post I do mention that the Roods are buried in Mound Cemetery in Marietta.  Scroll to number 16 in the list presented in this post.

Wine Rood married Anne Andrews (sister to Elizabeth Polly Andrews Spracklin wife of Peter Spracklin, John’s father.

They married on 24 April 1797 in Somerset Co., England

Sources:  Somerset: – Registers of Marriage, 1539-1812 Burialls Marriages at Pitney, 1623 to 1812. Volume 3. County: Somerset Country: England Wine Rood, b., of Street, & Ann Andrews 24 Apr 1797. 2/21/06 Somerset, England: Parish and Probate Records

Pallot’s Marriage Index for England: 1780 – 1837 Record about Wine Rood. Name:Wine Rood Spouse:Ann Andrews Marriage Date:1797 Parish: Pitney has actual record at

Another post also features information about Wine Rood (Jr.) and his involvement with with John and Lydia Spracklin regarding a deed.  I also share the fate of Wine Rood (Jr.) and that he left Marietta and headed for Wyandot County, Ohio.  He is possibly buried in the Burkes Cemetery there.  He will continue to be of interest when I write about Peter Spracklin, John’s father.

April 8, 2013 titled:  “John & Lydia Spracklin: The Land in Liberty Twp., Knox Co., Ohio 1839.”  

Note: See the Archive listed on the right of this blog to find these posts by date.

Whatever the reason Pamala or Wine/Wm. wrote these poems, they are still very moving.  Can you believe they are 192 years old!

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