Upper Level: James Henry Taylor and Evelyn Carlisle Sharp

Friday, August 16, 2013

James Henry Taylor and Evelyn Carlisle Sharp

James Henry Taylor
My 2nd Great-grand uncle and aunt
James Henry Taylor
Parents John Taylor and Eleanor Burkett
Born 6 Mar 1855 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Occupation: Farmer (1880)

Married Evelyn (Eva) Sharp 16 Jan 1880 Ogden, Weber, Utah

Marriage announcement in the newspaper

Children: Ethel, Zella, Flora, Carl, Vera, Leonard, Harold

Died 17 Mar 1916 Portland, Multnomah, Oregon

COD: Heart disease, kidney failure, cirrhosis of the liver

James' Death Certificate

Buried: Portland Memorial Mausoleum, Portland, Multnomah, Oregon

James' drawer in the mausoleum

Sources
Death Certificate

Membership of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

1860 US Census Ogden, Weber, Utah (age 4)

1870 US Census Madison county, Montana (age 15)
1880 US Census for Plain City, Weber, Utah (age 22, living with parents)
1900 US Census for Eureka, Juab, Utah page 26B
Note: his name is Henry in the record
1910 US Census for Baker City, Oregon page 9 (age 55)

Newspapers.com obituary index

Oregon Death Index

His father's 24 Feb 1896 will - James Henry Taylor filed the petition for probate with 2nd district court, Ogden, Utah
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/67763823/james-henry-taylor

Evelyn (damaged picture)

Evelyn Carlisle Sharp
Parents William Sharp and Mary Ann Bailey
Born 12 Oct 1859 Plain City, Weber, Utah

Note: in their wagon as it sat in what became Plain City asher father built a log and adobe home.
Died 19 Apr 1941 Seaside, Clatsop, Oregon

COD: apoplexy (heart attack) senile

Evelyn's death certificate

Buried 28 Apr 1941 Portland Crematorium, Portland Oregon

Evelyn's drawer at mausoleum

Sources
1900 US Census for Eureka, Juab, Utah page 26B 1910 US Census for Baker City, Oregon page 9 (age 51)

1920 US Census for Clatsop, Oregon ( age 60, widowed)

1930 US Census Portland, Multnomah, Oregon (age 70, widowed, living with daughter Vera)

1940 US Census Salem, Marion, Oregon (age 81, widowed, living with daughter Ethel)

Death Certificate

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/90887510/evelyn-carlisle-taylor

CHILDREN

these are my 1st cousins 3x's removed

Ethel and Mervyn's headstone

Ethel Luretta Taylor
Born 7 Dec 1881 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Married Mervyn Wallace Lounsberry 25 October 1935 Portland, Multnomah, Oregon

Children: None
Died 12 Dec 1965 Clatsop, Clatsop, Oregon (age 84)

COD: Cerebral thrombosis, heart disease

Note: Cerebral thrombosis is a blood clot in the brain and results in a stroke.

Informant on death certificate: Vera, her sister

Ethel's death certificate

Buried 14 December 1965 Portland Memorial Cemetery, Portland, Oregon

Sources
Oregon, U.S. Marriage Index

Oregon Death Index
1900 US Census for Eureka, Juab, Utah page 26B (age 19)
1910 US Census for Baker City, Oregon page 9 (age 28)
1930 US Census for Haines, Baker, Oregon page 3B (age 48)
1940 US Census Salem, Marion, Oregon (age 58)

1951 US City Directory for Astoria, Oregon

U.S. SS and Claims Index

Death Certificate

Zella and Ben's headstone

Zella Suzanne Taylor
Born 8 Jan 1883 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Married Lester Sherman Lounsberry 20 June 1928 Baker City, Baker, Oregon

Child: unborn - died in her womb at 7 months
Died 9 March 1929 Baker City, Baker, Oregon (age 46)

COD: acute diliation of heart or embolism cerebral - sudden unexpected death. She was 7 months pregnant.

Informant on death certificate: her husband

Zella's death certificate

Buried: Oceanview Cemetery, Warrenton, Clatsop, Oregon
Sources
1900 US Census for Eureka, Juab, Utah page 26B (age 17)
1910 US Census for Baker City, Oregon page 9 (age 27)
1920 US Census for Clatsop, Oregon (age 37, living with mother)

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/162631834/zella-lounsberry

Flora's drawer

Flora Irene Taylor
Born 25 Sep 1884 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Married Lee Albert Duncan 4 Oct 1905 St Stephen's Church, Baker, Oregon

Children: Glenn
Died 6 Jun 1956 Baker, Oregon

COD: Vent. Fibrillation and Coronary thrombosis (heart disease)

Flora's death certificate

Buried Portland Memorial, Portland, Multnomah, Oregon
Sources
Marriage: Church Records

Mausoleum drawer: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/112057481/flora-irene-duncan
Oregon County Marriages
Oregon Death Index

Death Certificate
1900 US Census for Eureka, Juab, Utah page 26B (age 16)
1910 US Census Haines, Baker, Oregon (age 25)
1920 US Census Haines, Baker, Oregon (age 35)
Note: her brother, Harold is with them
1930 US Census Haines, Baker, Oregon (age 45)
1940 US Census Haines, Baker, Oregon (age 54)

SP RR
Bryant Carlysle (Carl) Taylor
Born 7 May 1887 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Occupation(s): At Le Grande and Baker by the Oregon-Washington RR & Navigation Company, Southern Pacific RR (Assistant General Freight Agent)
Married Elizabeth Pearl (Bessie) Lawson 30 June 1928 Multnomah, Oregon

Marriage record
Note: she was married once before to Robert J.N. Lang with whom she had a son, William

Children: Don
Died 28 Feb 1945 Good Samaritan Hospital, Portland, Multnomah, Oregon (age 50)

COD: Coronary Thrombosis (heart attack)

Informant on death certificate: his wife

Bryant's death certificate

Buried (Cremation)

Death notice in paper

Sources
Oregon US Marriage Index

He is listed on his wife's naturalization record

1900 US Census for Eureka, Juab, Utah page 26B (age 13)
1910 US Census for Baker City, Oregon page 9 (age 22)
1920 US Census for Portland, Multnomah, Oregon (age 33)
1930 US Census for Portland, Multnomah, Oregon (age 41)

1933 US City Directory for Seattle Washington

1940 US Census Seattle, King, Washington (age 52)

US SS and Claims Index

WW 1 and 2 Draft Registrations

Oregon Death Index

He is listed on his stepson's (William Lang's) application for employment with US Northern Pacific RR

U.S. RR Retirement Pension Index
Vera Evelyn Taylor
Born 29 June 1889 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Occupation: Stenographer (1910) Lab Technician (1948)

Married Hugh Carroll Peterson 20 Apr 1920 Portland, Multnomah, Oregon

Children: Evelyn, Agnes

Evelyn and Lester marriage record

Died 10 Feb 1981 Multnomah, Oregon
Buried
Sources
Marriage Record

1900 US Census for Eureka, Juab, Utah page 26B (age 11)
1910 US Census for Baker City, Oregon page 9 (age 20)
1920 US Census for Portland, Multnomah, Oregon (age 30, visiting her brother, Carl)
1930 US Census Portland, Multnomah, Oregon (age 40, widowed, her mother is with her)
1940 US Census Portland, Multnomah, Oregon (age 48, widowed)

1950 US Census Portland, Multnomah, Oregon (age 60, widowed)
Oregon Death Index
SS Death Index

U.S. City Directories

Leonard Sharp Taylor
Born 28 Mar 1892 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Married Cora Matilda Roethler 20 Mar 1917 Baker, Oregon
Children: Evelyn, Robert
Died 23 Mar 1950 Baker, Baker, Oregon

Leonard and Cora headstone

Buried Haines Cemetery, Haines, Baker, Oregon Plot Lot 7, Row BDR, Sp 9
Sources
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/34739567/leonard-s-taylor
Oregon County Marriages
WW1 Draft Registration Card in Haines, Baker, Oregon 5 Jun 1917
Note: description: medium height and build, blue eyes, brown hair
1900 US Census for Eureka, Juab, Utah page 26B (age 8)
1910 US Census for Baker City, Oregon page 9 (age 18)
1920 US Census for Haines, Baker, Oregon page 10B (age 27)
1930 US Census for Haines, Baker, Oregon (age 38)
1940 US Census for Haines, Baker, Oregon (age 48)
Oregon Death Index

Harold and Betty's marriage certificate

Harold Roy Taylor
Born 2 Jul 1894 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Occupation: (1917) Oregon State Agricultural College in Corvallis, Oregon (1942) Dun and Brodstreet Incorporated
Married Betty May Whiting 8 May 1926 Seattle, King, Washington

Children:
Died Oct 1982 Forest Park, King, Oregon

Buried Portland Memorial Mausoleum, Portland, Oregon
Sources
Marriage Certificate
Note: the certificate is confusing because it contains the marriage license date as well as the marriage date. So, they were married on the 8th in Seattle after presenting a registration (wedding license/affidavit) dated the 7th that was purchased in Thurston County.
WW1 Draft Registration in Benton County, Oregon
Note: Medium build and height, blue eyes, light brown hair, and defective right eye are listed on record

WW2 Draft Registration in Seattle, King, Washington

1900 US Census for Eureka, Juab, Utah page 26B (age 6)
1910 US Census for Baker City, Oregon page 9 (age 15)
1920 US Census for Clatsop, Oregon (age 25, living with mother)
1920 US Census Haines, Baker, Oregon (age 25, visiting with sister)
1930 US Census Seattle, King, Washington (age 35)
1940 US Census Seattle, King, Washington (age 45)

Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/228755927/harold-r-taylor

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From a Funeral Program

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little - but not for too long

And not with your head bowed low

Remember the love that we once shared

Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take

And each must go alone

It's all part of the Master's plan

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the hills we know

And bury your sorrow among the trees

Miss me, but let me go.

The Line

Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in “the line” without knowing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.

So while we wait in line -

Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people they are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.

I'm My Own Grandpa

Many, many years ago when I was 23,
I got married to a widow
who was as pretty as could be.
She had a grown up daughter
who had a hair of red.
My father fell in love with her
and soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
for she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother -in-law to dad
and so became my uncle though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
then that also made him brother to the widow's grown-up- daughter,
who of course, was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son,
who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
and it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
she's my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
then I am her grandchild.
and every time I think of it,
it simply makes me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!

Quotes from the Prophets

President Gordon B Hinckley: "It is good to look to the past to gain appreciation for the present and perspective for the future. It is good to look upon the virtues of those who have gone before, to gain strength for whatever lies ahead. It is good to reflect upon the work of those who labored so hard and gained so little in this world, but out of whose dreams and early plans so well nurtured, has come a great harvest of which we are the beneficiaries. Their tremendous example can become a compelling motivation for us all, for each of us is a pioneer in his own life."

President Spencer W Kimball: "I hope to see us dissolve the artificial boundary line we so often place between missionary work and temple and genealogical work, because it is the same great redemptive work!"

President Joseph Fielding Smith: " The responsibility on behalf of our kindred dead rests with equal force on all, according to our individual ability and opportunities...the greatest and grandest duty of all is to labor for the dead."

The Passing of the Pot (Chamber Pot)

As far back in childhood
As memory may go
One household vessel greets me
That wasn't made for show
Beneath the bed twas anchored
Where only few could see
But served the entire family
With equal privacy
Some called the critter Peggy
And some the thundermug
And others called it badger
A few called it jug
To bring it in at evening
Was bad enough no doubt
But heaven help the person
Who had to take it out
Our big one was enormous
And would accomodate
A watermelon party
Composed of six or eight
When nights were dark and rainy
It was a useful urn
On icy winter mornings
The cold rim seemed to burn
At times when things were rushing
And business extra good
Each took his turn a waiting
Or did the best he could
Sometimes when in a hurry
To our disgust and shame
We fumbled in the darkness
And slightly missed our aim
The special one for company
Was decorated well
But just the same it rendered
That old familiar smell
Today this modernism
Relieves me a lot
And only in my vision
I see that homely pot.
(author unknown)

Poem about ancestors

Though steep is the path I follow today,
The footprints of time will show me the way.
For many have traveled a smiliar road,
And carried an equal of heavier load.

No troubles I face are new to this earth,
That man has not faced from time of his birth.
The route has been charted and roads have been paved
By legions before me who were stalwart and brave.

Their steps never faltered nor courage grew dim,
For they trusted the Lord and let Him led them.
If my faith and my trust remain steadfast and true,
God will guide and protect me in all that I do.
- Dolores Karides

The Elusive Ancestor

I went searching for an ancestor.
I cannot find him still.
He moved around from place to place
and did not leave a will.
He married where a courthouse burned.
He mended all his fences.
He avoided any man who came to
take the US census

He always kept his luggage packed,
This man who had no fame,
and every 20 years or so,
This rascal changed his name.
No one else inthis world is
searching for this elusive man,
so I play "Gene-solitaire"
To find him, if I can!

I'm told he's buried in a plot,
with tombstone he was blessed;
but the weather took engravings,
and some vandals took the rest.
He died before the county clerks
were appointed to keep records
No family Bible has emerged -
In spite of all my efforts.

To top it off, this elusive ancestor
who has caused me many groans -
left me even one more challenge:
He brothed a lady,
by the name of "Jones"!
(Got this from a publication
put out by the DUP organization
that names the author: Merrell Kenworthy)

Poem: Heaven's Door

If I should go before you,

If life on earth were through;

I'll stop just inside Heaven's door,

and there I'll wait for you.

You've but to look 'cross star filled skies,

Past the moon and then beyond;

To know my leaving could never break,

This heart's undying bond.

And if you should go before me,

If your journey on earth were through;

You know I will be close behind,

I'll never be far from you.

Across the span of time and space,

This love will reach this far;

For you'll always carry a bit of my heart,

No matter where you are.

Allison Chambers Coxsey©1995 ~ All Rights Reserved

Which Shall It Be? by Adelaide Proctor

Which shall it be?

"Which shall it be? Which shall it be?
I looked at John and John looked at me,
And when I found that I must speak,
My voice seemed strangely low and weak:
˜Tell me again what Robert said,"
And then I, listening, bent my head.
This is his letter:˜I will give
A house and land while you shall live,
If, in return, from out your seven,
One child to me for aye is given."

I looked at John's old garments worn;
I thought of all that he had borne
Of poverty, and work, and care,
Which I, though willing, could not share;
I thought of seven young mouths to feed,
Of seven little children's need,
And then of this.

˜Come, John,said I,
We'll choose among them as they lie
Asleep. So, walking hand in hand,
Dear John and I surveyed our band:
First to the cradle lightly stepped,
Where Lilian, the baby, slept.
Softly the father stooped to lay
His rough hand down in a loving way,
When dream or whisper made her stir,
And huskily he said: ˜Not her!"

We stooped beside the trundle bed,
And one long ray of twilight shed
Athwart the boyish faces there,
In sleep so beautiful and fair;
I saw on James rough, red cheek
A tear undried. E'er John could speak,
He's but a baby, too," said I,
And kissed him as we hurried by.

Pale, patient, Robbie's angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering's trace.
˜No, for a thousand crowns, not him!"
He whispered, while our eyes were dim.
Poor Dick! bad Dick! our wayward son”
Turbulent, restless, idle one”
Could he be spared?
Nay, He who gave
Bade us befriend him to the grave;
Only a mother's heart could be
Patient enough for such as he;
˜And so," said John, ˜I would not dare
To take him from her bedside prayer."

Then stole we softly up above,
And knelt by Mary, child of love;
˜Perhaps for her ˜twould better be,"
I said to John. Quite silently
He lifted up a curl that lay
Across her cheek in a wilful way,
And shook his head: ˜Nay, love, not thee,
The while my heart beat audibly.

Only one more, our eldest lad,
Trusty and truthful, good and glad,
So like his father. ˜No, John, no!
I cannot, will not, let him go."

And so we wrote, in courteous way,
We could not give one child away;
And afterward toil lighter seemed,
Thinking of that of which we dreamed,
Happy in truth that not one face
Was missed from its accustomed place;
Thankful to work for all the seven,
Trusting the rest to One in heaven."

Friday, August 16, 2013

James Henry Taylor and Evelyn Carlisle Sharp

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