| Birth: | 17 Nov 1811 in Litchfield, Connecticut |
| Death: | 27 Feb 1891 in St. Paul, Minnesota |
| Sex: | M |
| Father: | Andrew Palmes b. 6 May 1755 in New London, Connecticut |
| Mother: | Sally Mattocks b. 13 Jun 1765 in Litchfield, Connecticut |
| Occupation: Merchant Tailoring |
| Reference: Book "B" |
| Spouses & Children |
| Mary Anne Gilbert (Wife) b. 12 Sep 1811 in Rushville, New York | |
| Marriage: | 2 OCT 1834 |
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| Emeline Eustacia Ostrander (Wife) b. 27 Jul 1821 in Honeoye Falls, New York | |
| Marriage: | 23 APR 1856 in Dansville, New York |
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| Notes |
Quoted from Deacon Edward S. Palmes. From "Book B" Genealogy of the Paternal Ancestors and Descendants of Major Edward Palmes, who emigrated to this country in 1659 by Henry Russel Way, Hartford, Connecticut.
"I was the youngest of a family of (3) sons and (8) daughters, all born in Litchfield, Connecticut. I was (?) Benjamin of the family, the son of father's old age, he being (54) when I was born. My earliest recollection of him are, as an old man with hair thick, bushy and white as snow. When I was (16) sixteen, father almost (70), he and I were at work at the rear end of the farm. Father said "Ed, let's run a race to the house, if you win I will give you the homestead". Off we started; he stepped so high and so awkwardly, I got to laughing so I fell down and thus lost the race and did not get the homestead".
He and my mother were both members of Doctor Beechers Church, and Henry Ward Beecher, myself and the these incorrigibles of the community used to occupy the front seat of the old sanctuary, directly under the surveillance of the worthy old Doctor himself - when my father moved to Richmond I was then (9) years old and the long sleigh ride from Litchfield, Connecticut to Canada, New York is one of my pleasant recollections.
It was after settling down to farm life in the old log house in Western New York that father's revolutionary stories began to make an impression on me. With Sister Susan on one knee and myself on the other, he would sit before the big fire place and with a pitcher of cider (with just a little red pepper in it) warming in the hearth, would sing - "My name was Captain Kidd as I sailed as I sailed" then the genial warmth of the back coupled with the mild influence of the cedir cleared away the mists of years and brought back recollection of long ago - he would relate reminiscence of Revolutionary days that are clear to my mind as if it were but yesterday.
All my brothers and sisters have passed away and I alone am left - it seems to me that I am a sort o' rusty link connecting the past with the present - but never mind it will be all right some time."
From M. Helen Palmes Moss -
"Since relating the above, the dear father has joined the circle of dear ones "gone before", having passed away on February 27, 1891. No longer the "rusty link of the past" but a rounding up of the circle "the whole made perfect"".
His personal recollections of the old Revolution anytimes which father has often related to me in time, past, is a pleasing memory and stands as a monument to the perils and privations of those troublesome times - A few summers ago when I visited the old burial ground and stood at the grave of my grandfather reading on his single tombstone "Andres Palmes, a soldier of the Revolution" I more fully appreciated the value of these written words of my father." M Helen Palmes Moss.