Robert Bolling - Ancestry and Early Life

Ancestry and Early Life

Robert Bolling was the son of John and Mary (Clarke) Bolling. He was born at Tower Street, All Hallows Barking Parish, in London on December 26, 1646. His father John, was one of the Bollings of Bolling Hall, near Bradford, England. Robert's ancestry could be traced to Robert Bolling, Esquire, who died in 1485 and was buried in the family vault in the church of Bradford. On October 2, 1660, at the age of fourteen, Bolling arrived in the colony of Virginia. In 1674, he married Jane Rolfe, the daughter of Thomas Rolfe and the granddaughter of John Rolfe and Pocahontas. Their son John Bolling was born January 26, 1676. Jane is said to have died shortly after the birth.

John Bolling (January 26, 1676 – April 20, 1729) married Mary Kennon, daughter of Richard Kennon and Elizabeth Worsham, and they had six children.

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