Mary Brewster

In this article we will explore the topic of Mary Brewster and its impact on today's society. For years, Mary Brewster has been the object of study and interest due to its relevance in various areas, both on a personal and professional level. Throughout history, Mary Brewster has played a fundamental role in the evolution of humanity, influencing individuals, communities and cultures around the world. From its origins to its current situation, Mary Brewster has generated debates, research and reflections that have contributed to expanding our understanding of this topic. In this sense, it is essential to critically analyze the importance of Mary Brewster today and how its presence continues to shape the way we interact and function in today's society.

Mary Brewster (c. 1569 – April 17, 1627) was a Pilgrim and one of the women on the Mayflower. She was the wife of Elder William Brewster. She was one of only five adult women from the Mayflower to survive the first winter in the New World, and one of only four such to survive to the "first Thanksgiving" in 1621, which she helped cook. As such, she is included in Plimoth Plantation's reenactment of that Thanksgiving.

She had six children with William: Jonathan, Patience, Fear, Love, an unnamed child who died young, and Wrestling.

Her son, Jonathan Brewster (1593-1659) and his wife Lucretia Oldham, had nine children. One of those children was also named Mary Brewster.

Her life in England is unknown, as is her maiden name; maiden names of Wentworth, Love, Wyrall, and others have been suggested.

References

  1. ^ a b c "Brewster-Mary". MayflowerHistory.com. Retrieved 31 October 2014.
  2. ^ "William Brewster Family - Mayflower And Early Families". Retrieved 31 October 2014.
  3. ^ a b "History Is Served". Chicago Tribune. Retrieved 31 October 2014.
  4. ^ Aspen Design, Westbrook, CT. "Pilgrim Hall Museum - Beyond the Pilgrim Story - William Brewster". Retrieved 31 October 2014.{{cite web}}: CS1 maint: multiple names: authors list (link)

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