#maria eliza van den heuvel

[korewritingandstuff]

Tw: homophobia, machism, typical behaviors from the time

The first time he read about John Laurens was at the 3:00p.m, after the lunch, doing the cautious responsability of writing his father biography, what volume was he writing in...? He cannot say, Saint heaven, it will be an eternity reading all his father correspondence and another eternity writing and resuming all and another eternity dividing it in volumens and chapters and god... Why did he accept it? Right, due to his mother, Mother asked him to do it, why him? Maybe she saw him the most proper child to read the mountain of his father correspondence, maybe the historians she was paying didn't satisfy her with their work.

Whatever, now is his turn, his (sometimes) terrible work.

John tries to erase such thoughts of his mind, even if it's true that he's currently possesed by procrastination, that's still not a proper excuse for being a negligent son, Father always work for him and his siblings, Father didn't mind the tiredness if the purpose was the good of the nation.

Now, John's purpose was the good of Father, he knows this biography is important for him, he knows himself, as his son, it's carrying his name and legacy. And over all the things, John knows Father wished his legacy more than the life. More than everything.

There was a time after his death John resented him, of course, this ugly sentiments were a sin just knew for himself and the loniless of his room, if he even could had the chance of rant about his father loud and clear he wouldn't take it. There's always a part of his heart, the heart of a gentleman which admires Alexander Hamilton, the good man compromised with his honour, in a way which John Church Hamilton desires to aspire.

But, there's other side of his heart, one that, despite of no matter how much tried to ignore, ended floating in the surface of his ugliest self, the side which resents Alexander Hamilton because that social and political figure, that politian who were critized in the newspapers as an obsesive, that Alexander Hamilton put off his father. At least, he can say he's luckier than other of his siblings, he still can remember the eyes of his father, his tender smile and touch.

Maybe that's why Mother chose him, a kid enough close to his father to remember him.

John has started organizing the desk for his work, it's better if he focus his mind in what really matters, he should stop of drowing himself in pity and misery, poor of his good father who got such a bad son as him, how did he dare? Alexander Hamilton was a good man, admired and respected, with maybe some debilities but such mistakes must not be judged by him, the son who had promised write his life with his own hands.

Now, he had ready the pill and the ink, the paper ready for annotations and a new amount of letters at his side, this was such a curious pack of letters, carefully inside of his Father's trunk, letters that, he can notice, his father preserved the best he can, inside of velvet and tied with a pretty ribbon, naturally John is curious, his first thought is that a devoted man as his father would keep the letters of his wife in those romantic tones.

With all the interest he can handle to read the romantic letters between his parents, he untied the ribbon which flows like water through his fingers, the velvet isn't different, soft and smooth caresses his palms, he check the letters, 1779.

"From Col. Alexander Hamilton to Col. John Laurens"

Uh? That was... Unexpected, specially because John Laurens is a name he hasn't touched in much time, since he was a kid and Laurens was a heroic man turned into a secret story between him and his father. Maybe the perfect patriot made a home in his memories but John Laurens wasn't something he could talk about with other people. But this letter takes those memories back and now, John Church feels like a child again, curious about his father's war stories and the admirable friends he did in the way.

Then, with the chest bubbling in emotion, starts to read.

"Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you."

That was a affectionate greeting, different to his letters to the Marquis or Meade, John cannot say why, but his hands started to turn cold and dead.

"I shall only tell you that 'till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me."

John feels as his stomach and soul falling to the ground, he cannot care to stop and lift up those falling pieces of him, he has to continue reading, finding an explanation about why his first tought reading this piece is being a unexpected guest in a love letter.

He's being ridiculous, his father was a good man, a honorable one who died for the defense of that adored honour, he wouldn't had entered in the most deep of sins, his father was good... Even if he was considered a public man and a charming one with women, John knows his attachments were reduced to the weak sex.

He's being ridiculous, his father writes about a wife, asks Laurens for getting him one, as gentlemans do, helping his friends in the sentimental and social life, naturally, two good men wouldn't had been dirted by such an awful action as-

"... that I never spared you of pictures"

Now John is deadly conscieus about his cold hands, similars to a corpse's one, he has to take a breath, feeling how the cold air runs over his mouth, his dry mouth.

For a moment, John thinks he's out of his body, a witness watching a scene where he is possesed by confusion and a feeling of betrayal, his father- No, it's too soon to confirm such wrong suspect, "good man" he repeats in his mind and, possesed with a new spirit, takes the pill, feeling the texture between his fingers, he feels the world stopped to running, the ink isn't falling from his pill, it's just shining, tempting him to a new way of action.

Maybe he shouldn't do this, but his father shoulnd't had loved a man neither, the ink covers the words, desapears them from the history, hide it from the eyes of the humanity, take that words away where nobody can related it with the heros.

And then, still possesed by the fear, betrayal and constipation, he writes, a little annotation to remember even if he thinks he won't have problems forgetting it.

"I must not publish the whole of this"

John needs a breath, now the chair feels like a mortal trap, he's a condenated trying to scape of a non-stop declaration.

And his mind blossoms in betrayal, his father wrote this about the marriage, wrote this perfect features about a wife and then called it "a plague" even before of meeting his mother, he wrote this. He tought this. The family which formed his childhood...

Now, the hate and betrayal about Alexander Hamilton reappears in his mind, that man, that man is removing everything from him, his father, his family, his respect from him.

And... Why does his father had his own letters? John cannot find another explanation than his father doing a copy of it... He dared to do it, he didn't even tought about burning it, letting it in the dark place where the dark affairs belong. How much he kept this letters? How much he spent reading them? How much he spent selecting the beautiful pieces to preserve it and decorate it?

John wants explanations, John wants his father waking up of his grave to explain him why does it looks his favorite tale in his father's favorite sin.

But John cannot have that, because Hamilton searched his death and left him the consequences of it, left him the responsability of carrying with his honour as with his weakness.

So, John continues reading, even if that feels as himself is putting again a knife in his heart, as deep as he can.

"But like a jealous lover, when I thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued."

John wants to laugh. This must be the most twisted joke his father ever created. He doesn't even care anymore about making annotations about Hamilton's political life, he just wants answers.

"I am guilty. Next fall completes my doom. I give up my liberty to Miss Schuyler. She is a good hearted girl who I am sure will never play the termagant; though not a genius she has good sense enough to be agreeable, and though not a beauty, she has fine black eyes--is rather handsome and has every other requisite of the exterior to make a lover happy. And believe me, I am lover in earnest"

Great, nothing better than reading the disaster of mind of his father and the demolition to his family at the same time.

"In spite of Schuylers black eyes, I have still a part for the public and another for you; so your impatience to have me married is misplaced; a strange cure by the way, as if after matrimony I was to be less devoted than I am now."

John's hearts is bleeding in all the floor, in all the letter, all his childhood was killed by a paper and know, Alexander Hamilton is the butcher of all his respects, dreams and childish plays; such a pity, he won't publish this letter covered with his pain then, hide it away, protect at least the matrimony which formed his first years.

How did he dare? Telling stories at his bedtime, without feeling ashamed that the protagonist was his most personal sin.

Who was John Laurens then? The hero who filled the mind of John with new values, with new hopes, what does happen with that? With his admiration and respect. All of that lost on a sodomite.

John doesn't have time to cry and ask why, he wants answers and the answers are probably inside the letters he got.

"I must not publish the whole of this"

He writes and he's right, what would it be of his father if this sees the light? What belongs to the dark, stays in the dark.

So, he reads, even when all the past nights he refused to work passed his bedtime. He reads all the night. All the letters from his father. Until the room is filled with nothing else than darkness and John doesn't feel different.

But he continues reading and while the hours pass the betrayal and angriness which posessed his heart and mind, starts to dissipate.

He reads the whole night and when the morning arrives he gets off of the room and doesn't touch again the letters.

María hasn't wake up yet, she lays on the bed, calm and ignorant. John is jealous of her, she, full of life and energy with nothing else than him to do, he, who is tied to the gosths and demons of his father. John thought he couldn't sleep after knowing what he discovers, as a assassin after a kill, it's a surprise when he finds himself searching a tear of comfort in his bed, at the side of his wife.

There's things that comfort him better, as his future child is growing in the belly of his Maria Eliza.

— Dear, I think is time to wake up.

John is waked up by his wife, he had been in a better world, one infested with his dreams and better of all, the blank space of his mind sleeping.

— What time is it?

— Almost half of day, I didn't want you to wake up sooner, you deserved a long sleep.

— Thanks dear, but there are things I should do during the day.

— Like studying the correspondence of your father? — John feels his mouth turning sour.

— Yes, you know I am the responsable of writing his biography.

— Which you do devotedly every day but last night you didn't come to bed, you immerse too much in your work.

— If you knew what I know you couldn't have gone bed neither.

— Oh? Try me — Says Maria with a tone full of dare and suspicion.

— I don't think your could understand.

— Try me, if I don't understand then you'll have the right, but if I understand you have an ally, it's all a win for you.

John cannot say why he did accept such childish game, maybe he just need to say it to someone else.

— What would you do if you discover something about your father? —

— Something good?

— Something sinful.

— What kind of sin?

John doesn't desire to break his wife's mind, so he decides to say.

— Something like he wanted someone before marriage.

— There's plenty of gentlemen who desires someone, is this jealousy for your mother?

— No, no but in part maybe it is.

— Anyways, I don't see the problem here, your father as any other man had desires before.

— But what if this desires are bad placed...? To someone whose shouldn't belong...?

— You cannot decide where put your desires, they just set up in your heart.

— Rational men can.

— Unlucky you, the desires do not belong to rational men.

— You look to defend it. Don't you understand? My father wanted someone he shouldn't.

— Did he keep her?

— What?

— Did he keep her? In his life? Your father was a good man, one who did the best for himself. Why would he loved someone who didn't make him good?

— Yes, he kept her. For a long while. But he didn't love her.

— Why do you say that?

— Because he shouldn't!

— If he shouldn't and keep her then I think is the biggest demonstration of love.

—You aren't undertanding... I think he dared to intercurse with her...

— There's plenty of gentleman who do that... That speaks worse of her than him.

— It's sinful!

— Maybe... But does not God forgive all our sins? Why can not you?

— Don't you dare to say that.

— Maybe I'm just understanding it different than you, dear — Maria get off of the room, leaving John alone with his toughts.

He doesn't touch again the letters, that night, he doesn't pass of his bedtime, laying at the Maria's side.

While the warm of his wife invades his heart, he asks to himself how many times John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton layed in the same bed like this, with a war outside of his room. He asks to himself if the peace Laurens bringed to Hamilton was this one, similar to the one his wife brings to him.

But no- They were two sinners in the same hell on Earth.

When John falls asleep, full with contradictory emotions, he dreams with a war.

Second day, John doesn't touch the letters, John doesn't work in his writing.

But John thinks, just for some little moments, how he still can admire the friendship between two of them, he wished the passion wouldn't kill it.

Third day, John cannot say when he will start working again. Today he's impressed by the place his wife has in his heart.

Fourth day, he holds his wife's hand, just in the same way Hamilton wished to hold Laurens.

But that's a ridiculous tought, anyway.

Fifth day, today the anger against his father is almost dessapeared... Maria maybe has a point, if God can forgive all the sins, who is he for ashaming his father?

Sixth day, today he doesn't think at all about John Laurens of his father.

Seventh day, he has to return, see the letters again, hunter a prey reunited again. In other words, Eliza asked him how the work was.

Eight day, he returns to the desk, prepares his ink and pill as a butcher prepares his knife, his heart has already multiple wounds, one more won't hurt.

He read his father's letters, now it's the turn of John Laurens, nothing best than killing his hero.

So he reads, the letters of today are much softer to read, maybe it's because his tired mind, too broken to worry about.

He doesn't take annotations, he just read, the affectionate sentences blossom inside his hands, the letters filled with sweet promises and sentences, just a perfect friendship but there´s more.

When John ended to read, there was entering the night, he is a simply man, he goes to the bedroom and catches Eliza laying in bed, beutifully covered with the thin cloths and the scene brings a flame inside John's heart.

His flame isn't new and he isn't innocent. But the discovery arrives that this same flame inside him, can be easily found in the letters between Laurens and his father.

He wishes to run away, find answers, a signal inside those papers, but Eliza smiles and he's weak.

That night he doesn't dream about anything.

But at least, this time, he doesn't stop of working, he continues devotedly with the correspondance, Colonels, Washington, the aides pass through his fingers, but despite the friendship, respect and love, nothing is similar to what he had with Laurens, John realizes, Laurens was his dearest, the first individual who hold his affections. This declaration doesn't surprise him, even if it hurts.

He keeps reading anyway, their correspondence forgotten in some corner of the room but present in his mind.

It passes two months, filled with his wife and children and every day, the pain is a little less, he doesn't know what to think about his parents, so he prefer do not think at all about it.

And some good day, when the pain isn't reaching him and he considers himself a partial reader, he takes the letters again, watching the dates, he reads those in order. And soonly he's just a viewer of the thing growing between Laurens and Hamilton.

He travels through the devotion, longing, sadness and happiness, but now, there's something else. Something he denied the first times.

There's love, strong and hard to hide, it flourish for the whole room, it melts the snow and impresses the starts and John.

John cries a little bit that night, at the start he thinks is because of him, of his family, but he'd already cried enough for it, now he's crying for the deepest empathy, for the pity of his fathers and his lost lover, cries for the world where their two hearts find the other.

He asks to himself what would if John has survived, what would if of his family and father, he wasks to himself if Father would be happier but those are useless thoughts and he's tired to think about it.

When he finds the comfort of his wife and his bed, he puts a hand over her stomach, her stomach keeping carefully a new live, he has a last question that night, he asks to himself if ever Laurens and Hamilton imagined a similar life to them, a domestic house with children running through the furniture.

He isn't asleep yet when the answer comes.

Yes.

Slowly he realizes the similitures between his love for his wife and the love between them, maybe they got better romantic features, a simililary of minds, a friendship between them, a true one.

When he walks close to Maria Eliza, walking around the street, he thoughts about the dates of them, their romantic escapades and the happiness it bringed, that's a bittersweet thought because his mother isn't easy to forget, but it's a nice one.

When he sees couples dancing, enjoying each other company in public he impresses, because John and Alexander got that all in middle of a war, a island of peace, but in the shadows, now he cannot say if that kind of love belongs to the shadows, wasn't he who discover it? Who bringed the light to them again?

He cannot publish all the letters anyway, those are too compromising for a world which won't understand them, the complexity of their souls, the complexity of their longing and the comsuption of their love. There´s other letters that are too compromising for his mother, for the view the husband she loves so much is giving to her.

Hiding wouldn't be the perfect word for decribing it, maybe "preserving it privately", he cannot show all of them, but he cannot erase all of them, he's a serious historian.

Does packets of letters, keep them inside of velvet and silk, keep it inside a drawer your wife of kids won't search.

And where your kids are ready, show them the secret teasure, keep the story alive, maybe in the dark but a dark lighted with candles,

For now, his son carries with that treasure in his name "Laurens Hamilton"

John has a last question, if Laurens and Hamilton would had ever imagined his names together in that way.

#lams #historical lams #historical john laurens #historical alexander hamilton #john church hamilton #BEING PROTEGONIST AGAIN #Maria Eliza van den Heuvel #2nd part of the last one-shot but that isnt necessary for the story #enjoy y'all

[yr-obedt-cicero]

I'm seeing a few people show up in my tags thinking JCH had some extravagant sex drive due to how many kids he had, but John Church was actually quite the opposite and seems to have rather been a bit sex repulsed, or maybe just a big prude about the subject.

First of all, 14 kids may sound surprising, but it was common for the time period, especially when your children kept dying while infants. May I remind everyone Eleanor Ball and Henry Laurens? Maria (John's wife) and Johnny suffered with many of their kids dying early on in childhood, so the natural solution was just to have more and hope for the best.

Secondly, John C. was very averse to sexual topics. Not only did he infamously censor his father's raunchy letters to J. Laurens, but he did the same to his own parent's letters. He was a sort of uptight and work (And if not, family) focused man; and probably saw such subjects as inappropriate. Arguing that he completely brushed the Reynolds affair under the rug in his biographies is irrelevant, since I'm highly sure that was done for his mother's and family's sake. But anyway, I don't think he had some driven libido.

#amrev #american history #john church hamilton #maria eliza van den heuvel #hamilchildren #hamilton family #hamilton kids #hamilkids #hamilton children #txt #headcannons

[dearestcorrespondence]

Elizabeth Hamilton to Maria Eliza van den Heuvel, [1830(s)]  

Mrs & John C. Hamilton

I send you my dear Daughter the promised cap for my Elizth. I fear its too large but she must grow to fit it. After my return home I must make some thing for my Adilade. Remember me to all with you your own

affectionate Elizth Hamilton

Sunday, ___

#elizabeth hamilton #elizabeth schuyler #hamilton correspondence #maria eliza van den heuvel #1830

[alexanderhamiltonhasafatass]

Mary Morris and Maria eliza van den heuvel cheat on their husbands with each other

John Church Hamilton would literally kill himself 😭😭

[legal-matters123]

Happy Birthday to my personal favorite of the Ham kids, John Church Hamilton!! 🥳

Born on August 22nd, 1792, John C. Hamilton was the fifth child born to Alexander Hamilton and Elizabeth Schuyler. While serving as an aide-de-camp during the War of 1812, he soon after returned to private life, marrying Maria Eliza Van den Heuvel in 1814. They went on to have fourteen children together.

He spent most of his life as a historian, studying his father’s many writings and letters to then publish a biography of his life.

John died on July 25th, 1882, just short of what would have been his 90th birthday.

#john church hamilton #hamilkids #hamilton #alexanderhamilton #history

[aswithasunbeam]

Portraits of John Church Hamilton and his wife Maria Eliza van den Heuvel Hamilton from Schuyler Mansion’s twitter. Those black Schuyler eyes John inherited are really highlighted in the last portrait.

#john church hamilton #maria eliza van den heuvel #schuyler mansion #twitter #history

[moonmeg]

Amoureux

#john church hamilton #maria eliza van den heuvel hamilton

[drinkthemlock]

a moment of silence for sidney holly, eliza knox, mary morris, maria eliza van den heuvel and rebecca mclane for having to exist under the same roof as a member of the hamilton family

#kiddos

[sonofhistory]

Could you tell us more about John Church Hamilton? I saw some people mentioning him here and his biography of his father. I'd like to know more about him (presentation, facts, essays... whatever feels best for you!)

Hamilton was born on August 22, 1792 in Philadelphia. He was the fourth son, and the eight Hamilton children. He was only eleven years old when his father was killed in the famous duel with Aaron Burr. In 1809, he graduated from Columbia College, and studied law. John Church served in the U.S. Army during the War of 1812, attaining the rank of second lieutenant. During this time he served as an aide-de-camp to Major General William Henry Harrison (later 9th president of the United States). He never engaged in any of field battles and resigned his position June, 1814. 

Sometime after his military career, he was married to Maria Eliza van den Heuvel (January 4, 1795–September 13, 1873). They had ten children: Alexander Hamilton (1815–1907), Charlotte Augusta Hamilton (1819–1896); Schuyler Hamilton (1822–1903), Mary E. Hamilton (1825–1887),  Charles Apthorpe Hamilton (July 23, 1826 – November 29, 1901), Adelaide Hamilton (1830–1915), Elizabeth Hamilton (1831–1884), William Gaston Hamilton (1832–1913), Laurens Hamilton (1834 – July 6, 1858), Alice Hamilton (September 11, 1838 – September 15, 1905).

Between 1834 and 1840, he sorted through his father’s letters and papers alongside his mother. He wrote a two-volume biography titled The Life of Alexander Hamilton, published 1840–1841–almost all copies were destroyed in a fire while in the process of binding. He then edited a collection of his father’s writings, The Works of Alexander Hamilton: Containing His Correspondence, and His Political and Official Writings, Exclusive of the Federalist, published in seven volumes in 1850–1851. Between 1857 and 1864, John Church published his seven-volume Life of Alexander Hamilton. In 1869, he published an edition of The Federalist. 

Hamilton was a member of the Whig Party and later a Republican, but never held an elected office. He once lost a run for Congress to represent part of New York City. July 25, 1882, John Church Hamilton died at the age of eighty-nine at Stockton Cottage, on Ocean Avenue in Long Branch, New Jersey, due to complications of jaundice and catarrh. His funeral was held at Trinity Church, New York. 

#john Church Hamilton #Flood Pressles box #Sincerely Anonymous

[annabelle--cane]

names of schuylers

So I was just perusing Wikipedia, as one does, and came across this lovely page. You can go look at it for yourself, but I'm just going to tell you all of the IMPORTANT things, and about THE PEOPLE WE CARE ABOUT.

First, we begin with the generation of a most original and beautiful name, Phillip. Waaaay back in c. 1600, Pieter Tjercks Van Schuylder came to New York from Holland for fame and fortune! But he didn't get that, he got a wife named Geertruyt Philips. And they had a kid, who they named, you guessed it, Philip Pieterse Schuyler. Where did that "d" in "Schuylder" go? No one knows, and no one ever will know. (Pieter also had another son, named David, but we don't care about him. He didn't help produce anyone we care about, and he gave all of his children Weird Dutch Names) Philip Pieterse had eight children with a woman named Margarita (which, along with Margareta and Margaret, is long for "Peggy". How does one get "Peggy" form "Margarita"? The world may never know). These children's names are Geertruy, Alida, Pieter, Brandt, Arent, Phillip, Johannes, and Margareta (r u starting to see a pattern?). Assume all of those siblings went on to have many children named Phillip and Margarita, because we're focusing on Johannes. Our boi Big J(ohannes) has a modest four children with a chick called, wait for it, Elizabeth. They are Phillip, John, Margaret, and Catalentie (what even is this name? even google doesn't know) . Our boi Lil' J(ohn) has a mere two children. Gertrude and, drum roll please, Phillip (the man is loaded). Here we are, finally, at General Phillip Schuyler, the father of our favorite Schuylers. Our boi Rich Phillip has many more than three daughters, though. He has seven; ANGELICA, ELIZAbeth, MargarPEGGYita, John Bradstreet, Phillip Jeremiah, Rensselaer, and Catherine Van Rensselaer. Now, if you thought all of that was complicated, just waIT TILL YOU SEE THIS. Our girl Angelica (the love of my life) marries a man who's full name is John Barker Church. They have a child named Philip Schuyler Church. How original. Awesome. Wow. Our girl Eliza (forget what I said before, Eliza is my true wife) marries, you couldn't have guessed it, our money man, the real MVP, the original Federalist, Alexander "daddy issues" Hamilton. And they :) have :) quite :) a :) productive :) marriage, 'cause they have EiGhT cHiLdReN! Phillip, Angelica, Alexander, James Alexander, John Church, William Steven, Eliza, and Philip. They really couldn't think of anything all that new. They recycled the names Phillip, Angelica, and Alexander from all of the obvious places, but then they started to panic. Almost without thinking, they got "James Alexander" from $10-Man's long-dead brother. They they started to get desperate and pulled "John Church" from Angelica's husband. This may just have been to spite Burr, though, who had at some point challenged John Barker Church to a duel for some unknown reason. Then! in a blaze of innovative originality! they came up with William Steven. However, that must have used up all of their imagination, as they resorted to Eliza next. And after the death of Phillip, they named their next son Philip. With one "L". Aaaaaand Peggy! Peggy marries a man named Stephen Van Rensselaer III. Does "van Rensselaer" sound familiar? Look at the names of Peggy's siblings again. Creepy. And they have one child. Stephen Van Rensselaer IV. S o  o r i g i n a l ! ! ! Now, back to the Hamilton children. As you know, Phillip dies, and Angelica jr goes mad as a result, so neither of them get married. However, Alexander jr does! He gets married to a woman named E L I Z A! And the fun doesn't stop there! John Church, y'know, the one who censored the gayness in his father's letters, that guy? He marries a woman named Eliza Maria van den Heuvel. Can you imagine how that "meet the parent" dinner went? J.C: My darling, this is my mother, Eliza. Mother, this is my girlfriend, grumble grumble. Eliza: I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. J.C: I said her name is grumble grumble. Eliza: What? E.M: Eliza Maria. My name is Eliza Maria. Eliza: Eliza Maria. Eliza: Like my name Eliza: and Eliza: my dead husband's former mistress's name. Eliza: Wow. You'll fit right in. Anyway, John Church and Eliza Maria have one son. Wanna know what his name was? Schuyler Hamilton.

#I shouldn't be allowed on the internet past midnight #that when i lose all ability to stop My Nerdiness from coming through #hamilton #them words tho #stuff #Eliza Schuyler Hamilton #Angelica Schuyler #peggy schuyler #alexander hamilton #Philip Hamilton

[yr-obedt-cicero]

Elizabeth writes to her daughter Eliza, reporting that the trip was easy and she has arrived. She inquires to how Eliza is doing and “hope you are well and not timid if so conquer it my child I heare how distressing it is to your brothers wife.”

(source — Elizabeth Hamilton to Eliza Hamilton Holly, [Undated])

The letter is undated, but Holly is addressed as “Miss Hamilton” meaning it was written before her marriage in 1825. Schuyler mansion suggests that Holly was young at the time to be considered “timid”, so she may have possibly been visiting her brother John Church Hamilton, who was married in 1814 and living in New York. [x] If that is true, then the “brother's wife” is Maria Eliza van den Heuvel.

#amrev #american history #jackson era #elizabeth schuyler #elizabeth hamilton #eliza hamilton holly #eliza hamilton #john church hamilton #history #letters #hamilton kids #hamilton family #hamilchildren #hamilkids #hamilton children #cicero's history lessons

[alexanderhamiltonhasafatass]

Maria Eliza van den Heuvel x John Church Hamilton x John Payne Todd

I've only heard of Jackie and John Payne Todd. Not these three. But I feel like Jackie would get angry cause John watched Saw with their kids. Maria doesn't really care.

This ship is interesting??😭 I don't think Madison would appreciate it.

And tbh I think Jackie would hate the situation. Why is there some alcoholic gambler banging my wife and I every night

"Why does Charlotte have John Payne Todd's nose

#he fast forwarded parts #of course #im keeping this in mind if i ever want to write crack

[aswithasunbeam]

On Maria Eliza van den Heuvel

In 1887, Major General Alexander Hamilton, eldest son of John Church Hamilton and Maria Eliza van den Heuvel, published a volume of plays and poetry entitled “Dramas and Poems” under the name “Alexander Hamilton of Heuvel.“ He explained the addition of Heuvel, his mother’s maiden name, on the dedication page: “My illustrious grandsire having made his name his own, for all time--I adopt that of her whose praise was ever the first I sought, and the dearest, my mother.”

One of the first poems in the collection was written in 1873, right after his mother’s death:

Source: Dramas and Poems by Alexander Hamilton of Heuvel (1887), pp. 57-58

#alexander hamilton #john church hamilton #maria eliza van den heuvel #dramas and poetry #hamilton family #history

[aswithasunbeam]

Do you think you'll write when you can about Johnny & his wife? I think they must have been lovebirds to marry so young (Maria was 19 & John was 22) I can't find anything about them meeting. I relate much to John and its nice to look at the children's adult lives. (they had so many children holy fuck)

I do love Johnny, and I’ll definitely give a story about him meeting his wife some thought! I’ve only done one piece from his point of view (the last chapter of The History of One Volume), but I really enjoyed writing for him.

I haven’t found a lot of detail around how he and his wife met, but I do know bits and pieces of the story. John served as an aide de camp to General (and future President) William Henry Harrison during the War of 1812. According to John’s New York Times obituary, he “resigned his position in the Army and retired to public life” in June 1814. That must have been right around the time he met his wife, Maria Eliza Van den Heuvel. They were married in 1814, and their first child, Alexander Hamilton (of course), was born in November 1815. It’s really striking how reminiscent their story is of his parents’ early romance.

#john church hamilton #maria eliza van den heuvel #william henry harrison #alexander hamilton #eliza hamilton #hamliza #history #ask

[aswithasunbeam]

Elizabeth Hamilton to her daughter-in-law Maria Eliza van den Heuvel Hamilton, wife of John Church Hamilton, written sometime in the early 1830s:  

“I send you my dear Daughter the promised cap for my Elizth. I fear its too large but she must grow to fit it. After my return home I must make some thing for my Adilade [sic]. Remember me to all with you your own

affectionate Elizth Hamilton”

(Adelaide and Elizabeth were two of Eliza’s granddaughters, born one year apart in 1830 and 1831.)

Source: Library of Congress, Digital Collection

#eliza hamilton #john church hamilton #maria eliza van den heuvel #hamilton's grandkids #original correspondence #loc archives #history

[moonmeg]

So I asked my Instagram followers who they thought was the most attractive Hamilton son (my design, not historical)....

Does this belong on tumblr?? No idea but have it idk

#philip hamilton #alexander hamilton jr #james alexander hamilton #john church hamilton #william stephen hamilton #philip hamilton ii #mary morris hamilton #maria eliza van den heuvel hamilton #eliza knox hamilton #rebecca mclane hamilton