Job Bartram | |
|---|---|
| Member of the Connecticut House of Representatives from Norwalk | |
| In office May 1790 – May 1791[1] | |
| Preceded by | Samuel Cook Silliman, Thomas Belden[1] |
| Succeeded by | Samuel Cook Silliman Eliphalet Lockwood[1] |
| Personal details | |
| Born | March 20, 1735 Fairfield, Connecticut Colony |
| Died | October 28, 1817 (aged 82) Black Rock Harbor Bridgeport, Connecticut |
| Resting place | Ye Old Burying Ground, Fairfield, Connecticut |
| Spouse(s) | Jerusha Thompson (m. November 18, 1762; d. November 23, 1773), Abigail Starr (m. November 7, 1774), Elizabeth Scudder (m. August 27, 1776) |
| Children | Daniel Starr Bartram, Jane, Isaac (b. 1777, died in infancy), John (b. 1778), Isaac (b. 1780), Guladia (b. 1882), Betsey (b. 1885) |
| Military service | |
| Branch/service | Connecticut Militia |
| Rank | Captain |
| Unit | Fifth Regiment |
| Battles/wars | American Revolutionary War • Burning of Fairfield |
Job Bartram (March 20, 1735 – October 28, 1817) was a member of the Connecticut House of Representatives from Norwalk in the sessions of May and October 1790. He served as a captain of the Connecticut Militia in the American Revolutionary War.
Family and early life
Bartram was born in Fairfield, Connecticut Colony on March 20, 1735. He married Jerusha Thompson on November 18, 1762. She died on November 23, 1773. Bartram next married Abigail Starr on November 7, 1774. They had one son Daniel Starr Bartram, born 1775. He next married Elizabeth Scudder on August 27, 1776.
Revolutionary War service
Bartram was in command of a company in Connecticut's Fifth Regiment under Colonel Samuel Whiting in 1777. He was wounded in Fairfield, in 1779.
Death
Job Bartram was drowned along with Stephen Morehouse off Black Rock Harbor, Bridgeport.
Tomb inscription: "In memory of Mr. Job Bartram who was drowned October 28, 1817 aged 50 years & 6 months. Also of Jane daughter of Mr. Job & Mrs. Ruth Bartram died Oct 29. 1815, aged 16 months.
Death like an overflowing stream,
Sweeps us away: our life's a dream:
An empty tale, a morning flower.
Cut down and wither'd in an hour."[2]