I’m the start of it all, alright! As the big plaque says, the Coxe family vault was in front of this church—it’s the church I helped William Trent set up in town, here. My family might be still buried at your feet. A little to the right and in just a bit. Ask someone to take you down under and show you the spot….
Anyway. I’m the dad, and my dad’s the one whose blue button is over on the other column, there. He bought all this land from the King. That’s where some of the problems came in, because the colonists who moved here first bought their property from the savages here, and wouldn’t pay me for MY lease! You understand, WE Lords of England call anyone who didn’t take their tea at tea-time a ‘savage.’ Welsh workers for example. Anyone who can’t talk English!! The English charters from the King… or Queen Anne… are what count.
My gravestone is in the floor of St. Mary’s Church in Burlington, if you ever get down there. Wonderful old place. It was St.Michael’s “mother church,” … but I came here most Sundays as my farm estate was several miles up-river from here. It was easy enough GETTING to church in Burlington… just a few minutes more— it the boat ride back up-stream AFTER church was what made St. Michael’s a lot easier. When we planned on going down to Philadelphia afterwards I went to St. Mary’s. Beautiful church…just beautiful! You should take a tour sometime and see my gravestone! (I’m not under it though, but don’t tell the vicar!)
