Upper Level: Robert Harris Sr 1777-1839 Sarah Oakey 1781-1837

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Robert Harris Sr 1777-1839 Sarah Oakey 1781-1837

Robert Harris (Senior)
Parents: Zacharias Harris and Diane Bick Matthews
Christened 17 Mar 1777 Badgeworth, Gloucester England
Note: His surname is given as Harries on the extracted record
Occupation: Farmer
Married Sarah Oakey 1 Dec 1802 St Mary De Lode, Gloucester, England
Note: Her surname is spelled Okey in the record. There are two records claiming different marriage dates. The 31 October date could be when they were married legally according to the Church of England and the 1st of December by their own minister.
Died 30 Aug 1839 Apperly, Gloucester, England
Burial 2 Sep 1839 Deerhurst, Gloucester, England
Sources
Death Certificate
Christening IGI Film 0417115 Batch C025892 dated 1769-1812
Marriage (Oct): Film 855620 v 2 p 31 Batch I03830-0 (Dec) Film 855620 v 2 p 48 Batch I03830-0
Burial: Deerhurst Register 1831-1850 http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~wrag44/deerhurst/DeerhurstVol10Pt2.htm
Family Group Sheet: http://earlylds.com/familygroup.php?familyID=F2884&tree=Earlylds
Family Search
Ancestry.com

Sarah Oakey
Parents: John Oakey and Mary Gardner
Birth: 7 October 1781 Longford, Gloucestershire, England
Christened 7 November 1781 St Mary De Lode, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Died 2 March 1837 Apperly, Gloucester, England
Burial 6 March 1837 Deerhurst, Gloucester England
NOTE ABOUT PICTURE: The photo was on Family Search and had the following message: Original photo was from Marjorie Harris Ward, daughter of William Daniel Harris, son of Enoch Harris, son of Robert Harris, Jr., son of Sarah Oakey and Robert Harris, Sr. She (Marjorie) clearly emphasized that the words, "Thought to be Sarah Oakey, mother of Robert Harris, Jr," were written on the back of the picture. She felt that the picture was of Sarah Oakey, but couldn't prove it. Louisa Wheeler Horman
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0425422 Batch C025671 dated 1606-1812
Burial: Deerhurst Register 1831-1850 http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~wrag44/deerhurst/DeerhurstVol10Pt2.htm
Family Search
ancestry.com

CHILDREN

William Harris
Christened 17 Mar 1804 Churchdown, Gloucester, England
Died pre-Mar 1805 - did not find his burial listed in the Deerhurst registers
Sources
Christening IGI Film 0417141 Batch C027461 dated 1792-1812
ancestry.com
Family Search
William Harris
Christened 10 Mar 1805 Churchdown, Gloucester, England
Married Martha Loggins 23 Apr 1825 Oxenhall, Gloucester, England
Buried 20 Mar 1840 Deerhurst, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening IGI Film 0417141 Batch C027461 dated 1792-1812
Marriage to Martha: England Marriages 1538-1973 Film 91537 Batch M03096-1
Burial Deerhurst Register 1831-1850 http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~wrag44/deerhurst/DeerhurstVol10Pt2.htm
ancestry.com
Family Search
findagrave memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=69134956

John Harris
Christened 6 Apr 1806 Churchdown, Gloucester, England
Married Elizabeth Gillett 19 Jul 1830 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Children: Matilda, Emma, Eliza, Matilda, Amelia
Died: 1882 Apperly
Buried 6 April 1882 Deerhurst, Gloucestershire, England
Sources
Marriage record
1851 UK Census Deerhurst, Gloucestershire, England
1861 UK Census Deerhurst, Gloucestershire, England
1871 UK Census Deerhurst, Gloucestershire, England
ancestry.com
Family Search
Christening IGI Film 0417141 Batch C027461 dated 1792-1812
Marriage: England marriages 1538-1973 Film 855620 Batch I03830-3 v4 p 189
findagrave Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=69135390

Robert Harris

*Robert Harris
Christened 21 Feb 1808 Churchdown, Gloucester, England
Married Hannah Maria Eagles 28 Sep 1835 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Children: Joseph, Elizabeth, William, Thomas, Enoch, Sarah, Robert, Daniel, Maria, Lucy, Janetta, Henrietta, Robert, Julia, Mary
Died 29 Feb 1876 Kaysville, Davis, Utah
Buried 5 Mar 1876 Kaysville Cemetery, Kaysville, Davis, Utah
Sources
Christening IGI Film 0417141 Batch C027461 dated 1792-1812
Marriage: England marriages 1538-1973 Film 855621 Batch I03829-8 v5 p 196
Family Search
ancestry.com

Marriage Record

Dianah Harris
Born 17 Sep 1809 Churchdown, Gloucester, England
Christened 29 Oct 1809 Churchdown, Gloucester, England
Married Thomas Bloxham 15 Aug 1831 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Note: His surname was extracted as Bloxiam in the record
Children: Charles, Thomas, Lucy, Emma, John, Isaac, Isaac
Buried 1847 Council Bluffs, Pottawattamie, Iowa
Sources
Christening IGI Film 0417141 Batch C027461 dated 1792-1812
Marriage: England marriages 1538-1973 Film 855621 Batch I03829-8 v5 p 25
Marriage Record
Family Search
ancestry.com
Zacharias Harris
Christened 7 Jul 1811 Churchdown, Gloucester, England
Died 9 Oct 1811 Churchdown, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening IGI Film 0417141 Batch C027461 dated 1792-1812
Family Search
ancestry.com
findagrave memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=69135765

Obituary

Elizabeth Harris
Born 16 Jun 1813 Sandhurst, Gloucester, England
Christened 28 Jun 1813 Sandhurst, Gloucester, England
NOTE: IGI Sandhurst Parish information only available up to 1812
Married 1) Daniel Browett 2 Jun 1834 The Leigh, Gloucester, England
Note: Daniel took a second wife, Harriet Clifford Barnes, a widow
2) William James Johnston (Divorced)
Occupation: School Teacher in Kaysville
Died 4 Mar 1899 Kaysville, Davis, Utah
Buried Kaysville Cemetery, Kaysville, Davis, Utah (next to her brother Robert)
Sources
Obituary
IGI Film 0820686 Batch P001622 dated 1801-1847
Note: Her husband Daniel was killed in an ambush in California
Property they owned in Nauvoo: Kimball 1st: Block 3, S/2 N/2 2/3 acre T7R8, Sec 30, SE 40 acres
Nauvoo Temple Endowment Register, p 100
70's Record, p 93
Members, LDS, 1830-1848, by Susan Easton Black, Vol 6, p 869-871
Record of Baptisms for the Dead, Vol 1, pp 498-499
Early Mormon Records: Vol 1, p 52
History of the Church , Vol 4, p 296-297
ancestry.com
Family Search
Ellinor Harris (twin to Caroline)
Christened 10 Feb 1815 Sandhurst, Gloucester, England
Died 1815
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Caroline Harris (twin to Ellinor)
Christened 10 Feb 1815 Sandhurst, Gloucester, England
Buried 15 Feb 1815 Sandhurst, Gloucester, England
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

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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."

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Robert Harris Sr 1777-1839 Sarah Oakey 1781-1837

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