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We will be removing statements regarding the unproven connection to Johann Van Olden Barneveldt in response to deeper research, which has yielded no documentation (other than previous treatises which do not provide sources and whose authors have not been identified.)

Our responsibility to verify our data and keep our website as accurate and reliable as possible holds us to a finer line that many have taken.  We await further findings into the background of our Pieter Van Stoutenburg and thank those who have brought us clearer information, among whom is Keith Baigrie, a portion of whose most interesting correspondence follows:

I have …previously taken your site to task over the claims therein for your Pieter Van Stoutenburg. A name in old Dutch which merely signified that the person was named Pieter (VAN=FROM) Stoutenburg. Nb at the same time your Pieter appeared in New Amsterdam it should be mentioned that there was a Dutch born Peter Barneveld living in London as an Inn keeper.

Willem Van Olden Barneveld “notionally” Lord of Stoutenburg He was given the title on his marriage to Marnix by his Father Johan who had bought the title for 2000 Guilders from his wife’s Maria van Utrecht’s family.

After Johans execution in 1619 Prince Maurice proclaimed that “he had never given permission for this transfer of title and arms” and it is a matter of record that he declared the transfer void, and a couple of years later the title was sold to another person. As a matter of interest Maurice Sequestrated back to himself all Johans family possessions including all his Titles and property.

It should be noted that New Amsterdam was then owned by the Dutch East India Company which itself was founded by Johan Van Olden Barneveld and the Prince of Orange and may well have been a factor in the Prince organizing the judicial murder of Johan on a trumped up charge with a trumped up trial and trumped up Jury. So it surely could be assumed that if Prince Maurice and his heirs then owned New Amsterdam it is very unlikely that a Pieter Stoutenburg/Barneveld would have been tolerated as treasurer, indeed to say the least, they would have put him in prison.

Lastly William van Olden Barneveld, who was declared dead in Brussels 1634 and in his last will and testament he left his “best family bed” ( a VERY significant gift in those times), to his maidservant, his coach and horses to his coachman, and to his personal servant nothing! (As he knew he was a spy for Maurice). I was told by the R.C. Priest that William was actually buried in the crypt of the chapel in Brussels as was set out in his will.

So please can you amend this website based on the findings of an early local ecclesiastic court in the US, who in turn based their findings on a paid lady genealogical ‘agent’ who seems to have perhaps decided to write whatever she was paid to “discover.”

I look forward to your comments.

Keith Baigrie
(Devon England)

With the input from concerned interested readers we are learning things which have been heretofore inaccessible, and have at our fingertips research sources and tools which bring possibilities and change.

This past year we have acquired new leadership as we thank Betsy Neal for her stewardship and now welcome a partnership arrangement in the Presidency, consisting of Pat Fox and Christine Van Norstand.  At the request of our new board I welcome the efforts of Angeles Oakes and publish here her invitation to you as follows:

3.) As the author of this manuscript I feel that I should review the documentation proving genealogical lineage, my reputation hinges on the accuracy of the manuscript. The preferred method for members to contribute documentation for this project would be through digital documentation. This can be done by scanning then mailing a disk or emailing documents to me. If the documents can be found on the Internet or Ancestry.com you can email the specific link to obtain the document. Lastly hard copies of originals can be mailed to me.

     All documents that are submitted should be labeled so that anyone reading the manuscript, and would like to obtain a copy, can go directly to the source and get it.

• Legal documents should include the State, County, Volume or Book and page number. 
• Obituaries should include the Name, Date and Page number of the newspaper.
• Bible Records can be transcribed but should state who the Bible belonged to and it’s current location. It is preferable to have a copy of the original if it doesn’t jeopardies the preservation of the original.
• Biographical material & Books should include the Title page and the page numbers. Since it is possible to Google a book to find its location it is not required to state where the book was found. This would include books that are transcriptions of Cemetery Records or Church Records. 

4.) If you are a Stoutenburgh, it will be up to your own judgment where you would like to discontinue your information. Keep in mind this manuscript will be publicly distributed, available to all STFA members, and vital or personal information from living individuals is discouraged. If vital information is submitted for living individuals, I would ask that a letter of permission to use the information and signed by each living person or their guardian also be attached. As the author, I will not include any information on any living individual unless I am asked to do so.

5.) The STFA manuscript committee agrees that a female Stoutenburgh will include information about her, her husband and her children, then the name will be discontinued.

     Example; Engeltje Stoutenburgh married William Waldron, any information that can be contributed about either of them will be recorded. Their children will be listed with birth & death dates if known and whom they married. The line will then be discontinued. The same procedure will be used in every generation so this manuscript will stay true to the Stoutenburgh name. If you are related through a female line, the only information that will be used is the generational documents that will attach to a Stoutenburgh name.

     About me: I am very excited to begin this project and have volunteered my time to research and put together this project for the STFA. I have been doing genealogical research since 2003 and have been honored to work with my cousin, Kathy Johnson, since that time. Kathy is the Registrar for the Hawaii Daughters of the American Revolution. We have worked closely together on some very challenging DAR Applications. Recently I have been added as Assistant Registrar, which I am very pleased.

     I expect that this project will take at least two (2) years to complete this manuscript with the cooperation of the members of the STFA. To date I have completed two similar projects, one with Kathy’s help and one on my own. Each took four (4) years to complete, the latest project published in December 2009.

     Please contact me if you are interested in submitting genealogical material. If you email me, please use the subject of “STFA Manuscript” so I do not delete your email as an unknown individual. I hope to hear from you soon.

Respectfully,

Angeles Oakes

 Note:  In 2007 I gave my first report at the annual meeting in Hyde Park and was honored with the privilege of reading an excerpt from this work.  The author is descended from the Canadian line upon which we gave some attention previously.  This anecdote in part is a taste of things to come. 

By John H. Stoutenburg

We, Leslie H. Hamilton, Albert H. Barney, and myself, John H. Stoutenburg, left Flat Creek, Quin River, Nevada, with 6,000 sheep in two bands, crossed Paradise Valley to the Little Humboldt at Hot Springs where we all took a bath in the fine new bathing tank, (a rather dangerous experiment for sheep herders, but we risked it, and without evil results;) across to the bigger or main Humboldt.  The day was hot, 106 in the shade, and my band bunched five miles from the river.  I was left with a horse and dog (old Ole), and a canteen of water, to guard the sheep.  After sitting by a sage brush in the hot sun for a time, I got up to look around.  Everything commenced growing dark until everything became black.  Gee, I thought, can it be possible that I have lost my eyesight?  I surely held tight to my horse’s picket rope.  But after a few minutes a glimmer of light began to show, and in a short time my sight was normal again.  A stiff breeze was blowing, and it was then and there that I realized that a breeze when above blood heat is worse than no breeze at all.  I dug into the cooler earth in lee of a sage brush, partly out of the wind, and by use of a saddle blanket to keep off the sun, got through the day in pretty good shape, though the water was still warm in the canteen.  I surely was happy when the herd broke bunch and headed for the river.  Six hours under those conditions was plenty.

 Nevada is the driest state in the Union and water is essential on the stock drive.  So far our route was about due east, but at Humboldt Wells we turned north to the Snake River, and crossed at Eagle Rock over the twin bridges, paying three cents per head for our sheep.  As we lumped off the whole herd at three thousand instead of six we considered ourselves pretty smart until we compared notes with other sheep men who had crossed their flocks over the same bridge.  Then we found that we were mere babies when it came to lying.  It was on Camos Prairie at Sand Holes where English George, the cook, gave us a feed of Jack Rabbit cooked or rather smoked on a buffalo chip fire.  At any rate blood ran down both sides of my mouth as I ate.  That was fifty three years ago last summer.  I haven’t cared for Jack Rabbit since.

 The Bitter Root Range forms the border between Montana and Idaho.  At the point we crossed is a low pass which we made in a day’s drive.  The Montana side from the summit down was the finest grassed country I had ever seen, bunch grass from six inches to a foot high, almost a mat everywhere.  The streams were full of trout that seemed to enjoy sheep herder grub, so whenever I could snatch a bacon rind and fifteen minutes time we had a mess of fish.  We crossed Beaverhead River at the ranch where the previous summer three men were killed and scalped by followers of Chief Joseph in the Nez Perce raid of that year.

 The sheep were sold at Bannock to Bazette, a French Canadian, a mine prospector who had sold a prospect for a large sum giving him money to invest.  Bannock is on Grasshopper Creek, a branch of the Beaverhead, and is the place gold was first discovered in Montana, and also the place where very little gold was produced.  Bazette had just returned from a tour of the Yellowstone National Park and was very enthusiastic over the sights.  “Eet ese worth ten years of a man’s life just to see eet!”  he said.  But life’s future was very bright in Montana in those days so I said if I had to choose I would take the ten years and take his word for what he had seen at the Park.  I since have made a tour of the Park, but still hold to my original decision.

 We were three months on the trip from Nevada to Montana without a drop of rain.  Barney and I engaged to herd the two bands of sheep during the winter while Hamilton did prospect work on Bazette’s mining claims.  Our winter range was in the hills bordering the Beaverhead River with two 10 by 10 log cabins and Half Moon wind breaks to protect the sheep from the northwest wind; two camps about four miles apart; each alone with his dog and sheep except when some one brought supplies about once a week.

 One day I sneaked up behind some rocks and fired my 44-40 Winchester into a bunch of antelope about 200 yards distant.  One antelope came out of the bunch bucking like a bronco.  I made for him on the run firing at about every third jump.  Ole, the dog, got there first and got the antelope by a hind leg.  My last shot broke that leg about six inches above Ole’s nose, the only shot that touched the antelope except the first one.  That night I took a hind quarter of antelope to Barney’s camp, slept with him that night but was back before the sheep left the bed ground next morning.   Barney always claimed that was the best meat he ever ate.  No doubt going on a half run all day while in charge of three thousand sheep on a Montana winter range, where the sheep have to exert themselves to keep warm, may whet up the appetite to a certain extent.  Yet anyone who says prime antelope steak isn’t good either never ate any or are a darned poor judge of meat.  Anyway Barney returned the compliment within a week.  He was always the best show of the lot, but Hamilton and I were better on the sneak, so we came out about even on the hunt.

 The range there was subject to snow storms that came from the northwest, some so fierce that if caught very far east of camp it was almost impossible to make the sheep face it to the bed ground.  Christmas morning was a little blustery so I herded the sheep in the face of it to the west.  At about nine o’clock it let up, the sun shown out and the weather was fine.  I let the flock drift slowly to the east.  At about 11 a.m. the blizzard struck us and from then until about 5 p.m. Ole and I had the fight of our lives.  Ole was a large, rangy Spanish shepherd, always willing.  No weather was ever too hot or too cold for him.  He would do the work of a half dozen common dogs and always enjoyed doing it.  With my old blue soldier overcoat in my right hand, Ole and I would charge a wing of the flock, head it campwards then rush again to turn the other wing, working on the run about six hours with the sweat dripping from us.  Sometimes we gained a rod or two, sometimes we lost about the same, but we stayed on the job.  Just as night approached some of the old leaders began to start for the bed ground.  In thirty minutes Ole and I were at home eating our Christmas pie.  I had for the occasion made a pie from dried apples and baked it in a bread pan.  Having put baking powder in the pie crust the pie was at least two inches thick, a regular old cobbler.  Now they tell me that pie crust should be made without baking powder.  Well it was good anyway.  Barney came to my camp that night at about nine o’clock, all worn out, the toes of one foot frozen so that they rattled on the floor.  He had worked all day to hold his flock, only to have them get away from at last.  We soon had the frost from the toes, filled him up with pie, doughnuts and coffee.  After a little cheering up, a good sleep and a good breakfast, he started out early next morning with renewed courage.  He found his sheep bunched behind a clump of willows some two miles east of the place where they had got away from him.  But he was a very discouraged man when he came to my cabin that Christmas night.

The following is a listing excerpted from a  document received via email from one of our Canadian cousins.  The source is  by Bruce & Grey Branch OGS, Box 66, Owen Sound, Ontario N4K 5P1:

According to an Index the following names and plots are provided:

STOUTENBURG
Alfred 263
Arthur 360
Arthur Stanley 1788
Belva Jane 1620E
Bernice N. 1695
Caroline 71, 1342,1427
Damie 360
Edward 1620B
Edward A. 1620B
Elsie 600
Harley 360
Jean Elizabeth 1620E
John A. 1694
John Howard 1620E
Justine 945, 1620E
Katherine 263
Katie 486
Lottie 486
Manetta 945
Maria 1620B
Maud M. 1620F
Mehetabel S. 1694
Peter 71, 945, 1620E
Stella May 1620B

More specific information pertaining to the above is set forth as follows:

On Page 3

71- Peter Stoutenburg, died October 11, 1889 aged 34 years, 9m. & 20 d.
His wife, Caroline Ashton, died 7 Nov. 1901 aged 83 years, 5 m. & 9 d.

on Page 11:
263- Katherine Latter, wife of Alfred Stoutenburgh, died Jan. 30, 1905 age 62 years, Native of England.

on Page 15
360- Arthur Stoutenburg, (1867-1954) his wife, Damie (1882-1951) and son Hartley (1908-1922)

on Page 41
945- Manetta Stoutenburg, daughter of Peter & Justina, died May 2, 1875 age 28 years.

on Page 61
1342- William H. Elliott (1877-1959) his wife, Caroline Stoutenburg (1879-1972

on Page 64
1427 George Weldrick (1867-1915), his wife, Ann Caroline Gardiner (1871-1916)
     Alfred D. Wrenshall (1891-1972) Mabel Gardiner Wrenshall (1884-1968)
     Robert Gardiner (1845-1923) his wife, Caroline Stoutenburg (1849-1929)

on Page 73
1620B  Edward Stoutenburg (1853-1926) his wife, Maria Holden (1856-1927)
       daughter, Stella May Latimer (1895-1918) and son Edward A. (1883-1951)

1620E  Peter Stoutenburg (July 1, 1841-Nov. 3, 1925) his wife, Justina Gardiner (March 31, 1847-April 5, 1924)
       John Howard Stoutenburg (September 17, 1885 – Nov. 5, 1951) his wife Belva Jane Davidson (Jan 2. 1890- Jean Elizabeth (
       L. Doreen McRae (April 20, 1921 – July 9, 1987)

1620F  Maud M. Stoutenburg (1877-1960) daughter of Peter and Justine Stoutenburg

on Page 77
1694   John A. Stoutenburg (1878-1940) his wife, Mehetabel S. Pollard (1885-1979)
1695   Bernice N. Stoutenburg (1915-1967) wife of Frank L. Oldfield

on Page 80
1788   Arthur Stanley Stoutenburg (1912-1989)

The following site may assist those searching for Stoutenburgs in Canada:

http://www.archives.gov.on.ca/english/archival-records/interloan/index.aspx

This handwritten antique document among our collection was digitally photographed by me in 2007.

I know neither the date it was created nor the author who wrote it, and would greatly appreciate further information for cataloging this item.

We invite your participation in creating an online library of like material and invite your submissions.  It’s a wonderful way to preserve our heritage.    For further particulars on the contents inside, contact us.

IMS Malloy

During the 2008 visit a girlhood friend accompanied me, making all of our travel arrangements.  In New York City at La Guardian airport she rented a car at her own expense and drove me upstate to Hyde Park.  On our return she insisted I make stops at points of interest in an effort to collect new photographs for our website.  I had balked at this suggestion, concerned we’d become lost or mugged or worse as you read in the newspapers or see in the movies when you take a wrong turn.  Fortunately, I was overruled and for this persistence on her part we have much for which she should be thanked.   

One stop was at Town Hall where I inquired about the crest, or seal, of Hyde Park, a marvelous mosaic created by local students.  The crest is a “marriage” between the Roosevelt and Stoutenburgh family crests.  The helpful receptionist indicated it could be found in the conference room, where a morning exercise class was in session.  She peeked her head in and asked if the ladies would mind if I crept in to click off some photos.

The morning group was very friendly and recognized our family name.  It was a unique experience.  I was so overcome that I forgot to retrieve my purse from among the collection of articles on the table holding the ladies’ belongings.  I wasn’t too far down the road when I realized my return flight ticket wasn’t among my possessions and we hastened back to recover it. 

The ladies in the exercise group laughed, and I laughed and waved to the staff as I took my second exit.  Nearly to the rental car, I heard a voice from behind calling “Miss Stoutenburgh!  Miss Stoutenburgh!”  I turned to find the receptionist waving a small sheaf of papers, trotting along in her nicely heeled feet.  “I found this in a file.  You may have a copy.”

I thanked the helpful lady and realized had I not forgotten my purse I’d have missed the town’s contribution to our family’s history.  Thank you to the Town of Hyde Park for your acknowledgements and contributions. 

Numerous articles about our family have been published by the Poughkeepsie Journal over the years.  Please do not overlook these resources in your search to learn more about our heritage.

Attributed to Peter Van Der Lyn

There are claims this is the artist/painter who created the portraits of William and Marguerite, duplicates of which hang in the William Stoutenburgh House in Hyde Park, New York.

The original pair are in the The Museum of the City of New York. We seek any and all information regarding this alleged connection.