Upper Level: William Munn 1744-1802 Susannah Randal 1746

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

William Munn 1744-1802 Susannah Randal 1746

William Munn
*Born 2 Feb 1744 Astley, Worcester, England (see note below for explanation)
Parents: Joseph Munn and Elizabeth (unknown surname)
Married Susanna Randel 2 Nov 1769 Grimley, Worcester, England
Died 17 Nov 1802 St John Bedwardine, Worcester, Worcester, England
Note: * On Ancestral file, the birthdate given by Lorin E Munn (3GGson) is listed as "abt 1744" in Grimley, Worcester, England. I checked for William Munn among the Grimley Parish records within 20 years of 1744 and there was nothing.
However, I did find a William among the Astley Parish records. Astley is only 11 walking miles from Grimley and the William I found had Joseph and Elizabeth listed as parents - it fits in nicely if we consider that William named one of his sons Joseph. There was also a John Munn listed in Grimley - perhaps a cousin? In any case, I think the Astley record may be the William we are looking for, but without further research, this line is questionable concerning William.
My grandmother (Florence Munn Taylor) had a Family Group Sheet for an Edward Munn married to a Mary abt 1752. Yet, the dates of the children on that sheet do not match this William. They are off by ten years. He is very likely related (likely an Uncle to William) however, we do not know - yet.

Susannah (Ann) Randal
Christened 2 Apr 1746 St Helen, Worcester, Worcester, England (see note)
Parents: John Randal and Mary (unknown surname)
Note: We run into the same problem - she is not in Grimley. I did find this Susannah Randel which puts her in a better position to be the one we are looking for since the birthdate falls within acceptable limits. The record lists her parents as John and Mary - which would tie in with at least one of her children being named Mary.
Sources
Ancestral File

CHILDREN
Of note: Without exception, Susannah (the mother) was listed as Ann on the christenings I found. This becomes more important when Maria (child #8) begins to use Anna Maria in the christening information of her children.

Eli Munn
Born: 1771
Sources
Ancestral File, couldn't find him among parish records. He may have died as a child.
Ann Munn
Christening 25 Oct 1772 St John Bedwardine, Worcester, Worcester, England
Married: John Doughty 9 Apr 1792 St Clement, Worcester, Worcester, England
Children: have not found any yet
Sources
Christening IGI Film 0350860 Batch P012471 Dated: 1677-1774
Marriage: IGI Film 0376937-939 Batch M022701 dated 1754-1875
Joseph Munn
Christened 15 Jun 1775 St John Bedwardine, Worcester, Worcester, England
Married: Martha Perkins 22 Nov 1804 St John Bedwardine, Worcester, Worcester, England
Children: Martha
Sources
IGI Film 0350860 Batch C012473 Dated: 1775-1812
Marriage: Pallots marriage Index for England 1780-1837
Susannah Munn
Christened 14 Jul 1776 St John Bedwardine, Worcester, Worcester, England
Sources
IGI Film: 0350860 Batch C012473 Dated: 1775-1812
Lucy Munn
Christened 1 Oct 1779 St John Bedwardine, Worcester, Worcester, England
Married: Ephraim Lingham 17 Sep 1797 Worcester, England
Children: Charles, Henry, Elina, Ann, William
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0350860 Batch C012473 Dated: 1775-1812
Marriage to Ephraim: Pallot's Marriage Index to England
*Edward Munn
Christened 8 Jun 1782 St John Bedwardine, Worcester, Worcester, England
Married: Elizabeth Cosnight 8 Oct 1807 St Clement Parish, Worcester, Worcester, England
Children: William, Charles, Henry, Elizabeth, Eli, Edward, Sophia, Edward, James, Ann, Henrietta, Frances, unnamed baby
Sources
Christening IGI Film: 0350860 Batch C012473 Dated: 1775-1812
Marriage Source: England Marriages Batch M02270-1
Mary Munn
Christened 1 Jan 1784 St John Bedwardine, Worcester, Worcester, England
Married Jarvis Berrisford 3 Oct 1808 St Clement, Worcester, Worcester, England
Note: his given name spelled Gervis in record
Children: John
Sources
Christening IGI Film 0350860 Batch C012473 Dated: 1775-1812
Maria Munn
Christening 26 Aug 1785 St John Bedwardine, Worcester, Worcester, England
Married: John Vernon 8 Feb 1801, St John Bedwardine, Worcester, Worcester, England
Note: Did not find this marriage
Children: Susanna, Sarah, Anne, Eleanor, Mary, John, Edwin, Elizabeth, George, James, Harriet
Sources
Christening: IGI Film: 0350860 Batch C012473 Dated: 1775-1812
Marriage source: Ancestral File
Children: Christening records
Sophia Munn
Christened 3 Nov 1787 St John Bedwardine, Worcester, Worcester, England
Married John Young 5 Mar 1811, St John Bedwardine, Worcester, Worcester, England
Note: I did not find a marriage for them - except, there is a Sarah Munn marrying a John Young in 1808 in the St. Clement church. Perhaps it is an extraction mistake? Perhaps Sophia went by Sarah?
Children: Elina, Sophia, Francis, John
Sources
Christening IGI Film 0350860 Batch C012473 Dated: 1775-1812
Marriage: Ancestral File - could not find original record

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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."

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

William Munn 1744-1802 Susannah Randal 1746

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