According to the American Heritage Dictionary, Chapman is “chiefly British A peddler.”
I’d so much rather spring from folks who were inventors, astrologers, or landowners. Royalties from their inventions or celestial visions are placed in the Royal Bank of England, and large pay days from land sold dance in my head.
But we work with what we have, so my male ancestors owned a horse and a cart and went from town to town and house to house selling pots and pans, thread, dishes, and books.
Ah books. Chapbooks are tiny books like those pictured here.
I own about 7 or 8 Chapbooks from the 19th-century.
My Creation Myth for Marisabell
His name was Al and, as legend holds, he was the first Chapman. Patience should have been his middle name, but, alas, he had no middle name. Why Patience? He sat for 7 days a week, 14 hours a day, on the rough hewn seat of his cart. He slept each night under the cart in a space he dug just as deep as the length of the tip of his pointing finger to the first joint, since the August night of 1712 when wild dogs came upon him and thankfully were drawn to the cart, which was laden with wares, jerky, and licorice, and not Al or his old horse. He had to crawl out of the cart and go back in to turn over.
This was the cause of the Chapman men’s backache that has plagued them for centuries. And a quick aside, those who use the ancient remedies find relief, and those who have money to spend find no relief for the dull constant aching pain.
The Chapman’s journeyed about the British countryside thusly until the advent of the train, which moved goods from cities to every rural hamlet in England. Chapman’s were already slowly becoming characters in books.
It wasn’t until a certain Chapman, Dale Chapman in Atlanta, GA, researched her family tree and found a strange common personality trait among her family that the creation of Chapman’s became known. Many Chapman’s were afflicted with an odd trait that they could not grow out of. Some would call it pure stubbornness. But it was more than that. With one it was a religious conviction that sprang out of nowhere, with another it was a feud that wouldn’t mend, and with still another it was an attachment to land that held her hostage until she died. After exhaustive research, Dale C. found that the book the Chapman’s were reading on their 13th birthday was the story they lived.
Future Chapman’s beware!