Family
Abigail (Dane) Faulkner was born on October 13, 1652, in Andover, Massachusetts, the daughter of Reverend Francis Dane and Elizabeth Ingalls. Faulkner was the sister of accused witch Elizabeth (Dane) Johnson, and sister-in-law of accused witch Deliverance (Hazeltine) Dane. Abigail (Dane) Faulkner's two daughters, Abigail Faulkner and Dorothy Faulkner, were also accused of witchcraft.
On October 12, 1675, Abigail married Lieutenant Francis Faulkner. The Dane and Faulkner families were early settlers who had gained social prominence in Andover.
Francis and Abigail Faulkner had at least seven children:
- 1. Elizabeth Faulkner born July 4, 1676 in Andover. Died August 17, 1678 in Andover.
- 2. Elizabeth Faulkner born December 7, 1678 in Andover. Married to John Butrick.
- 3. Dorothy Faulkner born February 15, 1680 in Andover. Married to Samuel Nurse on November 25, 1708.
- 4. Abigail Faulkner born August 12, 1683 in Andover. Married to Thomas Lamson on April 6, 1708.
- 5. Frances Faulkner was born on April 29, 1686 in Andover. Married on May 12, 1724 to Daniel Faulkner.
- 6. Edmund Squirrels Faulkner was born on April 2, 1688 in Andover. Married first to Elizabeth Marston on February 19, 1715. Married second on August 17, 1730, to Dorcas Buckston. Married third to Dorothy Robinson on February 2, 1747.
- 7. Ammi Ruhamah (which symbolically means "my people have obtained mercy") Faulkner was born on March 20, 1693 in Andover. Married to Hannah Ingalls on June 7, 1726.
Faulkner’s grandson, Colonel Francis Faulkner, led a company at the Battle of Concord, and commanded the regiment that guarded General John Burgoyne while he was a prisoner of war.
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