Robert Arden

Born in 1506 in Warwickshire, England, Robert Arden was a yeoman in the service of King Henry VII. The Arden family, prominent in Warwickshire since before the Norman Conquest, was said to be one of only three families in England that can trace its lineage in the male line back to Anglo-Saxon times. The Arden family takes its name from the Forest of Arden in Warwickshire.

Robert Arden married Mary Webb in 1526. They had seven daughters and one son. The oldest daughter, Mary, married John Shakespeare in 1557. She later gave birth, in 1562, to a son named William.

  william shakespeare

Upon his death, Robert Arden left his farm to his daughter Mary. Acquired by the Shakespeare Birthplace Trust in 1968, the house and farm remain open as an historic museum.


Robert’s second daughter, Margaret, married Alexander Webb, son of Sir Henry Alexander Webb, in 1555. Sir Henry was made a knight in 1577 and was granted a coat of arms.

 Webb Crest


Thanks to a decree from King Henry VIII that first cousins could marry, the Arden and Webb family trees are quite complicated and cross each other multiple times.

The link between Eric Eastman and Robert Arden is as follows: Eric Eastman – Blanche Sovilla Jones – Amy Sophronia Whitney – Job Hall Whitney – Clarissa Alger – Clarissa Hancock – Thomas Hancock – Thomas Hancock – Anna Webb – John Webb – John Webb – John Webb – Richard Webb – Alexander Webb – Margaret Arden – Robert Arden





At the Movies

I have been telling this story for many years. Apparently, though, I never told my family. (I’m pretty sure I had. They just didn’t remember). When I told them tonight, they laughed and laughed. I thought maybe I should share it here, for those who may not have heard it.

When I was about four years old, Anne took me to see a movie. I’m pretty sure it was The Rescuers. The movie had just started, the theater was dark, and a lady came in and sat down on me. I, admittedly, don’t take up very much space. When I was four, I suppose I could have been mistaken for an empty chair. After a minute or two, when the lady remained completely unaware that she was sitting on me, I whispered to Anne, “Anne, this lady is sitting on me!” Anne turned to the lady and said, “Excuse me, but I think you’re sitting on someone.” The lady, with quite a bit of embarrassment, got up to find another seat.