Otis Norcross - Family

Family

Otis C. Norcross married Lucy Ann (1816–1916), his first cousin, on 9 December 1835, at the Twelfth Congregational Church in Boston, strict disciples of Unitarianism. His wife was the daughter of George Lane and Sarah Merritt, married 27 July 1814; younger sister of the Mayor's mother Mary Cunningham Norcross (noted below).

Notable Boston Brahmins, the Norcrosses resided at No. 249 Marlborough Street, Boston, adjacent to Boston Common. He later died at the family home, No. 9 Commonwealth Avenue, Boston, and is interred with the family at Mount Auburn Cemetery, in Cambridge, MA.

Otis Norcross, Jr. and Lucy Ann's eight children include: their first four children, all of whom died in infancy: two sons (the first originally named Otis, ) and two daughters. Those surviving into maturity included: Laura (1845–1926), married Kingsmill Marrs; Otis Norcross, Esq (b. 1848) (Harvard College, A.B., 1870, Harvard Law, LL.B., 1873), married Susannah Ruggles ; descendant of Timothy Ruggles; Addison Norcross (1850–1873; a. 23 yrs.); and Grenville Howland Norcross, Esq (1854–1937) (Harvard College, A.B., 1875, Harvard Law, LL.B., 1877), who resided as a bachelor at the family home; No. 9 Commonwealth Avenue, as was customary for the time.

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