Don't call me Your Highness?

Because of the huge lapse of time in visiting my blogger, I had found myself in a state of total confusion. I had completely forgotten about starting fresh with a new blogspot name and everything. And now, nearly three years to the exact day of the new beginning, I think I have arrived at some sort of sense of what I am doing here. Thoughts on anything will be the theme, I think.

Last month, my sisters and I visited the Howard County decorator show house, Avoca, in the Ellicott City area. I did my homework and read about the house proir to seeing it and my interest was piqued. The house is sited on what was originally a 1695 land grant named Chews Resolution and Chews Vineyard. I have a Chew ancestor, my 9th great grandfather named Samuel.
Was this the family estate?

As it turned out, it wasn't his house since it was built in 1802. Papa Sam was born about 1630. I don't know if he ever lived in the area, known then as Elk Ridge. He apparently was a person of prominence in Anne Arundel County. Maidstone in present day Calvert County was his family seat. (The property in the 1695 land grant apparently changed hands and I believe it became part of Belmont, a lovely estate near Elkridge, MD, built by Caleb Dorsey. Bear this in mind.)

This tidbit of information sent me looking online for Papa Sam and his family. His father John was born in England and was a settler in the Jamestown colony. Samuel and his wife Ann Ayres of Virginia had eleven children and their son William was my 8th great grandfather. William was married to Sidney Wynne. And here it gets very interesting. Sidney was born in Wales. Her father was Thomas Wynne, personal physician to William Penn and like him, a Quaker. William and Sidney had eight children and their daughter Anne is my 7th great grandmother. (Bear this in mind, too.)

Thomas Wynne was apparently a direct lineal descendant of a prince of Wales with an unpronounceable name for my English tongue. In my blood flows the the DNA of royalty. No need to bow lower than the minute speck my DNA requires. I share this royal status with many millions of others, I'm sure.