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Remembering Peg Lyon and Anthony Green

WSP · May 17, 2024 ·

Descendants of Peg Lyon and Anthony Green (from left): Darrell Foster, Pat Bryant, and Teresa Vega. They were joined by Tamela Brown, one of their Lyon-Green-Merritt cousins. Tamela is also a descendant of Rose and Jack Purdy, Jr., who were both honored with Witness Stones in 2023. Photo courtesy of School of the Holy Child.

 

By Teresa Vega on May 17, 2024, at the Knapp House in Rye, New York

Vega delivered the following remarks at the Witness Stone installation ceremony honoring her fourth great-grandparents Peg Lyon and Anthony Green. 

Today, as we gather in the spirit of kinship and remembrance, it is fitting to reflect on our rich family history. We proudly bear the name Lyon-Green-Merritt Family, paying homage to the foundational figures who shaped our collective identity. Peg Lyon Merritt Green, my fourth great-grandmother, stands as the revered matriarch of our clan, while her husband, Anthony Green, my fourth great-grandfather, assumes the honored role of patriarch. In our familial narrative, we do not delineate between them; they are inseparable, their legacies intertwined.

As descendants, we carry forward the legacy of resilience and perseverance embodied by those who came before us. Our roots trace back to the enslaved and formerly enslaved individuals of numerous families spanning New York, New Jersey, Connecticut, Pennsylvania, and Canada. Among these families, the Lyon, Merritt, and Green lineage, holds a special significance, their origins deeply rooted in the history of Rye, New York. Through the ages, Rye—known by various names such as Byram, Saw Pits, Port Chester, and East Port Chester—has remained a sacred ancestral homeland for our kin, a place we proudly claim as our own.

In the early 2000s, my cousin Andrea and I independently embarked on a journey to trace our Green lineage. It wasn’t until around 2008 that we joined forces, driven by a shared commitment to uncovering our familial history. Our efforts were initially impeded by the challenge of distinguishing between two individuals named George E. Green. However, through diligent research and scrutiny of historical documents, including JBM’s Chains Unbound: Slave Emancipations in the Town of Greenwich, we began to piece together the life stories of Peg and Anthony. Despite encountering gaps in the archives, our perseverance yielded invaluable insights, shedding light on the complex tapestry of our ancestors’ lives.

Moreover, we were struck by the presence of a rich oral history highlighting our Indigenous ancestry, a narrative that diverged from the historical accounts we encountered. Across multiple family lines, our ancestors were classified by various racial labels—Black, FPOC, Colored, Mulatto, Negro, and White confounding us.

In 2013, Andrea and I turned to genetic genealogy, a decision that would prove transformative. Little did we anticipate that DNA testing (i.e., autosomal, mtDNA, and Y-DNA testing) would shatter the brick walls erected by centuries of enslavement, dispossession, and genocide. In 2016, Peg and Anthony made their presence known to us, catalyzed by our discovery of the desecration of our Colored Cemetery in Greenwich. This awakening brought to light the very real issue of paper genocide, wherein our ancestors were systematically erased from official documents.

For the record, our Lyon-Green-Merritt lineage boasts Native American admixture ranging from 1% to 11%, with certain lines also exhibiting Native American mtDNA. Across our broader Ramapough :Lnape family network, this percentage escalates up to 25%. Since September 2016, Peg and Anthony have been guiding forces in our research, compelling us to rectify the erasure of their identities from history’s annals. As their descendants, we bear a moral imperative to amplify their voices and preserve their true narratives for posterity.

For the past 8 years, Peg and Anthony have facilitated connections with long-lost cousins, enriching our family tapestry with newfound kinship bonds. I would like to acknowledge the descendants of Peg and Anthony who are here today and ask them to stand. We have re-established kin ties with the families of Pat Bryant, Eddie Jones, Darrel Foster, Ana Hopkins-Ortiz, Bill Merritt, Wanda Johnson, Tamela Brown and many others. Gratitude abounds for our Lyon cousins—Chris Varner, Norm Davis, Andrew Melillo, Julie Pollack and her sisters, Pamela Nelville, Christopher Boesch, Dee Lyon—and countless others who have welcomed us into their fold.

Moreover, we honor the memory of departed cousins and in-laws—Keith Lyon, Helen Hamilton, Yvonne Chandler, Raymond and Louis Armour, Mark Bryant, Elsie Foster, and Walter Brown—whose legacies continue to inspire us. I would be remiss today if I did not acknowledge the lives of our ancestors Rose and her son Jack Purdy, Jr. who were memorialized with witness stones last year at the Knapp house. Special recognition is extended to individuals and organizations instrumental in our genealogical pursuits, including Dennis Culliton of the Witness Stones Project, Anne Gold, Pam McGuire, the Board of Trustees, and staff at the RHS. A special shout-out to Sheri Jordan, past Director of RHS, who always believed that Peg’s story was worthy of telling. Furthermore, we acknowledge Debra Melky, Christopher Shields, and the dedicated staff at the Greenwich Historical Society, Jo Conboy and members of the Greenwich Preservation Trust, and Alex Popp and members of The Friends of the Old Burying Ground at Byram Shore Road, for their unwavering support. As always, we are so happy to have worked with the teachers and students of The School of The Holy Child again this year.

Who were Peg and Anthony Green? They represent the genesis of our ancestral lineage. Their descendants, including their sons—Charles Merritt, Jack Husted, Anthony Jr., Platt, Allan (my third great-grandfather), Henry, and Solomon—stand as testaments to their enduring legacy. While the specifics of their familial composition remain elusive—e.g,  we don’t know if they had any daughters or, if any other children were sold way from them—we know that Peg bore sons fathered by Nathan Merritt Jr., as confirmed by autosomal DNA testing.

Peg was tri-racial with Munsee Lenape and mixed-race, with East and West African ancestry on her maternale side and British ancestry on her paternal side. Likewise, Anthony, confirmed through Y-DNA testing of a male patrilineal descendant, possessed a multifaceted heritage comprising Munsee Lenape and mixed-race ancestry on his maternal line, Malagasy, West African, English, Dutch, and French Huguenot roots on his paternal line. Both of their ethnic admixtures serve to solidify Peg and Anthony’s place within the historical fabric of our region.

As we approach the 250th anniversary of our nation’s founding, we are reminded of Peg and Anthony’s lived experiences amid pivotal historical epochs. They bore witness to the Revolutionary War, the War of 1812, and the subsequent reconstruction of Rye and other former “Neutral Ground” towns across Long Island Sound and the Hudson River that led these towns to become maritime and industrial powerhouses once again. Make no mistake, Rye would not be Rye today nor would any of these coastal communities exist if not for the rich maritime culture that supported them. The trade to the West Indies, Europe, Central and South America and to West and East Africa, underscores the importance of enslaved/formerly enslaved labor. I n 1760, many people don’t know that the New York militia was comprised  of Men of Color ( i.e., African, Indigenous, Afro-Indigenous and Mixed-Race). Yet, Peg and Anthony’s journey was fraught with challenges, as the promise of freedom often yielded to new forms of unfreedom for themselves and their progeny.

The wrenching separation from their sons—Jack and Henry—at tender age of 3 years old serves as a poignant reminder of the human toll exacted by slavery’s grasp. Peg, born circa 1770 into the bonds of slavery, endured unimaginable hardships, including the scourge of sexual violence—a harrowing reality for many enslaved women of her time. Her almost 6 decades of service— for three generations— within the Lyon household, laboring tirelessly in various capacities. The fact that Lavinia Lyon Brooks, Daniel Lyon’s daughter, made a survival strategy decision to leave her son John Brooks tethered to Peg, who was his wet nurse during the War of 1812,  speaks volumes of the family ties that bound these women together in perilous times and underscores the resilience and fortitude that defined Peg’s existence. 

Anthony’s life, marked by toil and resilience, reflects the nature of Northern slavery. Engaged in diverse occupations—from agriculture to carpentry, from maritime ventures to port labor—Anthony’s journey epitomizes the myriad challenges faced by free Black individuals in antebellum America. His decision to flee, evidenced by the harrowing account of his toe being severed, demonstrates clearly the lengths to which individuals would go to assert their autonomy.

The lives of Peg and Anthony serve as reminders of the resilience forged in the crucible of oppression. Today, as their descendants, we pay homage to their enduring legacy by commemorating them with a witness stone—a tangible testament to their indomitable spirit.

Born into bondage, Peg and Anthony embarked on a journey fraught with hardship and adversity. Yet, they refused to be defined by the shackles of enslavement, steadfastly navigating the arduous path to emancipation. Theirs was a journey marked by tenacity and courage, paving the way for future generations to transcend the limitations imposed upon them.

With each stride towards freedom, Peg and Anthony paved the way for their descendants to follow suit. From the humble beginnings of crawling to the triumphant strides of walking and running, they imbued us with the resilience to soar to greater heights. Their unwavering resolve ensured that the chains of enslavement, genocide, and dispossession could never sever our collective identity.

Today, as we stand here at the Knapp House, we honor Peg and Anthony for beckoning us to reclaim our ancestral narratives. Their voices echo through the annals of history, guiding us with a newfound mandate—to write our ancestors and their communities back into the historical record, both here and in Canada, ensuring that they are erased from memory no more.

In gratitude and reverence, we extend our heartfelt thanks to Peg and Anthony. Their legacy propels us forward on the battlefield of remembrance, armed with the conviction to honor their sacrifices and preserve their rightful place in history. Thank you.

 

Student Essays, Poems, and Reflections on Peg Lyon

WSP · May 17, 2024 ·

Welcoming Remarks

My name is Amelia Ortiz and I would like to welcome you to our ceremony honoring Peg. The Witness Stones Project is a project where we dive deeper into an enslaved person’s life. This is the second annual project that has been at Holy Child and in New York as well. We take information about these people’s lives and turn them into a place where others can learn more about them. This year’s Witness Stones Project will be focused around Peg Lyon’s life.

Peg Lyon was a woman who was enslaved by the Lyons and the Merritt family. She was born around 1770, and had 7 children while being enslaved. All of them were boys: Plato, Anthony Jr., Charles, Solomon, Allen, Henry and Jack. Jack was sold away from Peg around 1796, when he was around three years old. Peg was emancipated in the year 1800.

Many enslaved people went through what Peg did. It must have been so hard for them to go through this all their life, while most of them were not emancipated like Peg was. I can’t imagine how it must have been for all the enslaved people of the United States and those around the world who are still enslaved. I can’t think how cruel someone had to have been to treat someone this way. I can’t even imagine how this was so close to, or where I live, in Rye & Portchester. It’s such a peaceful area that it’s hard to imagine such cruelty existing here. Today we remember Peg through this ceremony and the reflections of my classmates.


“Invisible” by Sophia Cantwell

I feel invisible

People see me, but they don’t talk
I work as hard as I can, but it’s not enough

I can’t figure out what’s going on, you and I know that this isn’t fair I will work this out
I will have faith
I can do this

I feel invisible
No one can see or hear me Can you hear me, God? Are you there?
Help me
I will get through this.
I let him go today
So sad
So bad
I want him back, My boy I won’t see him for a while

I miss him already
In my dreams
All in my imagination My heart

It’s cruel
My boy
My broken heart
It can be fixed
But I want him back soon He’s mine.
Not yours
Give him back to me
I want him back
I feel invisible
No one sees me
But I can see him
He might not be with me But I see him all the time He will forever be mine
I feel invisible


What Life Would Be Like by Kathryn Harrington

Imagine what life would be like
If every day
You had to go through hard, physical labor,
Too much for you to handle.
Imagine what life would be like
If your child was born
And then sold away from you
At such a young age
And forced to do work.
Imagine that feeling of despair
When you realize,
You’ll probably never see that child again.
Imagine what life would be like
Not being treated as a human being
But as property
That people could toss around to whoever they want, Whenever they want,
Wherever they want.
And you have absolutely no say

Whatsoever.
Getting sold to others
From others
Like a piece of furniture,
Not a human that has feelings.
Imagine what life would be like
If you had no rights
And couldn’t make decisions for yourself But others could.
You are controlled.
Trapped.
Confined.
Imagine what life would be like
Living like this every day.
Being forced to work,
Do whatever your master says,
Whether it is easy work
Or hard.
Imagine what life would be like
As a slave.


A Poem About Peg by Carina Lopez

Conceived
Spawned
brought up upon this world.
Thrown and trapped into this place of evil Surrounded by people blinded by hands of their own Misled into thinking their actions were okay Thinking “it’s for their own good”

It wasn’t.
It caused us trauma. Grief
Pain Suffering
But not for you No,

Your people are unable to understand our pain. Unable to comprehend what you made us go threw Because it gave you every benefit you could imagine. Sold and used like objects
I am not an object.
But still, I am thrown around.
Still their item

Theirs to be walked over and stepped on To be broken and to be thrown away You can’t change what you are.

No matter how much you try
I already was what I was.
I had a role to play.
To be detained into chains by a life I never knew

But my suffering hadn’t reached an end.

No

It had hardly just begun.
July 7, 1790
There I was.
Sold again
20 years of suffering
I guess it hadn’t been enough. Seven children
All abducted from my grasp
My children know your mother loves you. She holds you dear in her heart. Forever and always

Henry and Solomon, please forgive me
I never got the chance to see your face one last time. But please know
I have not forgotten you
There is never a day when you fail to cross my mind. I can not help but feel this feeling of sorrow and guilt. I remember you as I did my other children. Never forget that
because you are just as special
always remember, your mother loves you.


“To Know” by Olivia Michael

To know what It’s like to work all day and night
To know what It’s like to not be rewarded
To know what It’s like to not be able to put up a fight
I don’t want to know what it’s like
They were forced to know what it’s like
To know what It’s like to not have a voice
To know what it’s like to work for no price
She knew what it was like
They knew what it was like
To know what It’s like to have a “master”
To know what It’s like to try as hard as you can, but you’re still not going faster To know what it’s like to work ten times harder to get a home
To know what it’s like to have other people decide if you’re free
To know what it’s like thinking you’re all alone
No one wants to know what it’s like
They were forced to know what it’s like
To know what it’s like to not be able to provide for your child
The whole system was wild
I don’t want to know what it’s like
They had to know what it’s like


“Here” by Tami Ojo-Carons

Why am I here?
Stuck in an unfamiliar place
No friends…no family… no one
Why am I here in a place where I’m not a human but an object? Where no one values me
Where I am unseen
Why am I here being sold to someone else?
Someone I do not even know
Why am I here watching my child being taken away from me? One by one going to work for someone unknown
Even though I’m free I still work just as hard
Hard enough just to live a normal life
Even though it could never be normal
Why am I here in my final life able to see my children but one? Why?… why is my child not here?
Finally, I’m free but am
I truly free
With the burden I have to carry
Of all the hard work and suffering
Why am I here?
Why me?


A Reflection about Peg by Ali Scala

Peg
One name
Three letters
One amazing story that should be remembered

P — Perseverance
Perseverance is the ability to achieve something despite struggles that

you might face, and to have the courage to stand up for what you believe in. Peg overcame many challenges throughout her life including her three year old son, only THREE years old being sold and having to work until his twenty fifth birthday. Peg was one of the many enslaved people around the New York/ Connecticut area at this time, and was bought and sold just like a piece of property. Despite this, and many other struggles as well, Peg wanted freedom and was emancipated on April 12, 1800.

E — Empowerment
When we tell Peg’s story, we are empowered to learn the hard history

of the past, and to build a better and brighter future. When we tell her story, we gain a deeper understanding about the unfairness and cruelty of slavery. We also get the opportunity to pass on these stories and knowledge, so that people don’t avoid the parts of history that are hard to imagine, rather accept and acknowledge them.

G — Gumption
Gumption means to be determined and full of courage. Peg was pretty

much the definition of this word, working hard to afford land for her and her seven sons. In conclusion, Peg’s story is one that should be passed on, so we as a community can remember and honor the important people and stories of the past.


Poems about Peg by Ryleigh Wright

The enslaver worked the life out of the enslaved Earning the reward for their labor
Slaves tossed to shrivel into bits
While they preached “Thou shall love thy neighbor”…? Neighbor can not be defined by skin

So let this new era begin
Where we uplift and applaud
For our differences and flaws
But not just to find a resolution
But because at the end of the day
We’re all human
And let not the enslaved of the past be forgotten For we are the past, and without it, we are nothing


Words are helium
Every pin that she takes
Is strategically placed
By the enslavers trying to deflate her
Hoping that she will surrender
The roof kept her from rising up
But she rose
The trees kept her
But she rose
And up she will go
Because we can not forget her soul

The way she was sold
Working in the freezing cold
She rose
Continue she will rise
As we give her the gas
Knowing that she’ll pass Distance between us? lightyears As we tell her story
Knowing that she lived right here Rising…

Suffering
Lots of
Ages
Viewed and Endured which Robbed

Years

School of the Holy Child 2024 Ceremony

WSP · May 17, 2024 ·

Students from School of the Holy Child gathered to honor the life of Peg Lyon. We invite you to watch highlights from the ceremony here.

 

https://witnessstonesproject.org/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/Holy-Child-smal.mp4

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