Family Tree
| John Cadwalader (1677–1734) |
Martha Jones (1679–1747) |
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| Thomas Cadwalader (1708–1779) |
Hannah Lambert | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Edward Lloyd (1744–1796) |
Elizabeth Lloyd (1742-1776) |
John Cadwalader (1742–1786) |
Williamina Bond (1753–1837) |
Lambert Cadwalader (1742–1823) |
Mary McCall (1764–1848) |
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| Archibald McCall (1767–1843) |
Elizabeth Cadwalader (1774–1824) |
Samuel Ringgold (1770–1829) |
Maria Cadwalader (1776-1811) |
Thomas Cadwalader (1779–1841) |
Thomas McCall Cadwalader (1795–1873) |
Maria Charlotte Gouverneur (1801–1867) |
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| George Archibald McCall (1802–1868) |
Samuel Ringgold (1796–1846) |
Cadwalader Ringgold (1802–1867) |
John Cadwalader (1805–1879) |
George Cadwalader (1806–1879) |
John Lambert Cadwalader (1836–1914) |
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| George Frederic Jones (1821–1882) |
Lucretia Stevens Rhinelander (1824–1901) |
William Henry Rawle (1823–1889) |
Mary Binney Cadwalader (1829–1861) |
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| Edith (Jones) Wharton (1862–1937) |
Frederick Rhinelander Jones (1846–1918) |
Mary Cadwalader Rawle (1850–1923) |
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| Beatrix Farrand (1872–1959) |
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