Second Marriage and Death
In 1681, after his first wife died, Col. Bolling married his second wife Anne Stith, daughter of John Drury and Jane (Gregory) Stith. They had the following nine children together.
- Jane Bolling (b. 1682), died young.
- Robert Bolling Jr. (1682–1749), married Anne Mary Cocke. Robert was the grandfather of Beverley Randolph, the eighth Governor of Virginia.
- Stith Bolling (1686–1727), married Elizabeth Hartwell.
- Edward Bolling (1687–1720), married Ms. Slaughter.
- Anne Bolling (1690–1750), married Robert Wynne.
- Drury Bolling (1695–1726), married Elizabeth Meriwether.
- Thomas Bolling (1697–1734).
- Agnes Bolling (1700–1762), married Richard Kennon.
- Molly Mary Bolling (b. 1702), married Andrew Baker.
The descendants of Robert Bolling's first marriage are sometimes referred to in family history forums as "Red Bollings" and the descendants of his second marriage as "White Bollings". His grandson Robert Bolling was one of the most prolific poets in colonial Virginia.
As a merchant and planter, Bolling acquired a large estate. He was colonel of the militia and was a member of the House of Burgesses from Charles City County in 1702.
Robert Bolling died on July 17, 1709, and was buried on his plantation Kippax, in Prince George Co., Virginia, where his tomb still stands. However, in 1858, his remains were removed from Kippax to the Bolling mausoleum at Blandford Cemetery in Petersburg, Virginia erected by his great grandson.
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