Amos Abraham Johnson

(1853 - )
Amos Abraham Johnson|b. 1853|p359.htm|Jonathan Johnson|b. 12 Mar 1812\nd. 12 Jun 1863|p354.htm|Lucinda Gibson|b. 1823\nd. 12 Nov 1896|p356.htm|||||||Abraham Gibson|b. 24 Jan 1788\nd. 31 Jan 1845|p357.htm|Catherine Palmer|b. 17 Jun 1788\nd. 2 Jun 1870|p358.htm|

Great-great-granduncle of Darrell Allen Martin.
Amos was born in 1853.1 He was the son of Jonathan Johnson and Lucinda Gibson. He was buried beside his mother in the Sinisbury Cemetery, on the Williams farm in Chester, Windsor County, Vermont.

Cited documentation

  1. [S2] Johnson, Ina. Johnson information received at the 1991 Dutton Family Reunion in Springfield, Vermont, "Children of Jonathan Johnson ... 1853 Amos Albraham [sic]."
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