Upper Level: Jonathan Wilkinson 1721 Hannah Chesterton

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Jonathan Wilkinson 1721 Hannah Chesterton

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6th Great Grandparents

Jonathan Wilkinson
Parents: Joseph Wilkinson and Elizabeth
Born abt 1721

Occupation: Tailor (death record claims this)

Christened 12 Apr 1721 Appleby Magna, Leicester, England

Note: Appleby Magna is abt 9 miles from Baddesley where their children were born.

Christening record
Transcription: Jonathan the son of Joseph and Elizabeth Willkinson
Bapt April the 12th

Married Hannah Chesterton 30 November 1742 All Saints Church, West Bromich, Stafford, England Note: Grooms name spelled Jonatn Wilkson in record - have not seen the original yet. This information came from Family Search and the record was shown as transcribed, but the original was not available.

ALSO: the church is 20 miles from Baddesley Ensor, where the children were born and 24 miles from where Jonathan was born.

All Saints Church where they were married

Died April 1793
Buried 25 April 1793 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England

Church record of burial
Note that it gives his occupation

Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0585293 Batch C059711 dated 1716-1876, FHL Film # 585293

All Saints Church history:

https://www.familysearch.org/en/wiki/West_Bromwich_All_Saints,_Staffordshire_Genealogy

Family Search
ancestry.com

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6th
GGmother

Hannah Chesterton (Ann)
Parents?
Birth abt 1722 ? England - probably Warwick
Death November 1758 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England
Burial 28 November 1758 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England

Hannah's burial record - MAYBE
There are a few Anns/Hannah's that were buried in Baddesley Ensor

Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

CHILDREN

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5th Great Grandfather

*Joseph Wilkinson
Christened 2 Jun 1744 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England

Christening record
Transcription: June 2 Bapt Joseph son of Jonathan & Hanah Wilkinson

Married Sarah Spencer 19 Jul 1767 Kingsbury, Warwick, England
Children: John, Hannah, Charles, Sarah, Ann, James, Jonathon, Daniel

Died July 1815

Note: Sarah died six years earlier - 12 Nov 1809

Buried 27 July 1815 Kingsbury, Warwick, England

Transcription:
At top of stone:(the first part is under leaves) in remembrance...
Joseph Wilkinson
who died July 23 1815
Aged 71
(Followed by a verse in the Bible from Matthew 24:44)
"Therefore be ye also ready for in such an hour as ye think not
the Son of Man cometh."
(The following is from Psalms 19:1 - with musical score etched in stone)
"The heavens declare the Glory of God and the firmament sheweth
His handiwork."

Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0229179 Batch P015841 dated 1688-1875
Marriage: IGI Film 0198735 Batch M021403 dated 1539/1837
Burial: England Warwickshire Parish Register Warwick County Record Office page 8 FHL Microfilm 198, 736

Family Search

ancestry.com: picture of the headstone
Mary Wilkinson
Christened 5 Jan 1746 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England

Mary's christening record
Transcription: January 5 Bapt: Mary daughter of Jonathan & Hanah Wilkinson - Wilkins...

Married
Children
Died
Buried
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0229179 Batch P015841 dated 1688-1875
Family Search
ancestry.com
Jonathan Wilkinson
Born: about 1747 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England

Christened 17 Jan 1748 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England

Jonathan's christening record
Transcription: January 17 Bapt: Jonathan son of Jonathan
& Hanah Wilkinson- Wilkins

Died 1759 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England (about age 12)
Buried 3 March 1759 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England

Jonathan's burial record - noting the names of parents ARE Jonathan and Hannah

Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0229179 Batch P015841 dated 1688-1875
Burial: Warwickshire England Births, Deaths, Burials
Family Search
ancestry.com
John Wilkinson
Christened Oct 1749 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England

John's christening record
Transcription: October (the page got sewn together too tightly and the date is hidden. All that is know is that the date ends with st, so it could be 1st, 21st, 31st)
John son of Jonathan & Hanah Wilkinson

Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0229179 Batch P015841 dated 1688-1875
Family Search
ancestry.com
Hanah Wilkinson
Christened 7 Jul 1751 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England

Christening record for Hanah

Death 1753 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England

Burial 2 Mar 1753 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England

Burial record - hard to read.
The writing begins on the inside of the spine with the number 2 and the rest
had to be studied and prayed about - Bur (short for Buried/Burial) Hanah daughter of
Jonathan and Hanah (an empty line was placed here by clerk) Wilkinson

Sources
Christening and death: Church records AND IGI Film 0229179 Batch P015841 dated 1688-1875
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."

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Jonathan Wilkinson 1721 Hannah Chesterton

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