Upper Level: Joseph Wilkinson 1744-1815 Sarah Spencer 1745

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Joseph Wilkinson 1744-1815 Sarah Spencer 1745

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5th great grandparents

Joseph Wilkinson
Parents: Jonathan Wilkinson and Hannah Chesterton

Christened 2 Jun 1744 Baddesley Ensor, Warwick, England

Joseph's christening record
Transcription: 2 - Bapt. Joseph son of Jonathan & Hanah ...Wilkinson

Married Sarah Spencer 19 Jul 1767 Kingsbury, Warwick, England

Joseph and Sarah's marriage record
Transcription: No. 115 - Joseph Wilkinson of this Parish of Kingsbury & Sarah
Spencer of the aforesaid Parish were married in this Church by Banns this 19th day of July
in the year one thousand seven hundred and sixty-seven by me Johan Taylor - Curate
This marriage was solemnized between us (signed) Joseph Wilkinson and Sarah Spencer (who signed with an x) In the presence of Thomas Myring (? spelling of surname may be wrong) and Edward Tusley(? spelling of surname may be wrong)
both men used x for their witness

Died 23 July 1815 Cliff, Kingsbury, Warwick, England

Joseph's headstone
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."

Buried 27 July 1815 Kingsbury, Warwick, England

Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0229719 Batch P015841 dated 1688-1875
Marriage: IGI Film 0198735 Batch M021403 1539-1837 and England Marriages 1538-1973 Film 198735 Batch M02140-3

Burial: Cliff, England, Warwick Parish Register page 8

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Sarah Spencer
Parents: Thomas Spencer and Mary Barwell

Christened 22 Sep 1745 Kingsbury, Warwick, England

Sarah's christening record
Transcription: 22 Bap: Sarah daughter of Thos. & Mary Spencer

Died Nov 1809 Kingsbury, Warwick, England

Buried 12 Nov 1809 Kingsbury, Warwick, England

Sarah's burial record
Transcription: 12 Bur. Sarah wife of Joseph Wilkinson

Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0198735 Batch C021401 dated 1673-1834

Burial record: England Warwick Parish Register FHL Microfilm 198,735

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CHILDREN

John Wilkinson
Christened 24 Jul 1768 Kingsbury, Warwick, England

John's christening record
Transcription: John son of Joseph and Sarah Wilkinson bapt the 24th of July

Occupation: Silk Weaver (if Ann Bedmore is the wife)

Married Ann Bedmore 29 December 1783 Nuneaton, Warwick, England

John and Ann's marriage record - IF this is them
I say if because they would only be 15 and I think they had to
be older to be considered adults or "full age"

Children: Mary, Frances, Elizabeth, Richard

Died 1836 Nuneaton, Warwick, England

John's burial record

Buried 4 Sep 1836 Nuneaton, Warwick, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 198735 Batch C02140-1 and IGI Film 0198735 Batch C021401 dated 1673-1834

Marriage:

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Hannah Wilkinson
Christened 15 Jul 1770 Kingsbury, Warwick, England

Hannah's christening record
Transcription: Hannah daughter of Joseph and Sarah Wilkinson
Bapt: 15th of July (Wilkinson - surnames listed to show clerks where they are)

Burial (listed on the Parish Register as 1770, but not on original christening record)
Sources
Christening and Burial: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 198735 Batch C02140-1 and IGI Film 0198735 Batch C021401 dated 1673-1834

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Charles Wilkinson
Christened 8 Dec 1772 Kingsbury, Warwick, England
Note: parents' names abbreviated as Josh. and Sarh in record.

Charles' christening record
Transcription: 8 - Bapt. Charles son of Josh & Sarh - Wilkinson

Occupation: Coal Master (the owner or leasee of a coal field) and Farmer employing 3 people on 60 acres

Farmer and Coal-Master

Married Ann Poyner 18 August 1794 Tamworth, Stafford, England

St Editha's Church - where they were married

Children: none I can find

Died 8 Sep 1853 Tamworth, Stafford, England

James, Charles, and Ann Wilkinson headstone
unsure if James is a brother to Charles or a son

It was engraved with the following:
Here Rest in hope of a blessed
Resurrection the mortal remains of

James Wilkinson
Who departed this life
21st day of February 1825
Aged 42 years

Also of Charles Wilkinson
Who died September 8th 1853
Aged 80 years

Also of Ann
The wife of Charles Wilkinson
Who died April 4th 1858
Aged 82 years.

Buried 15 Sep 1853 St. Editha's, Tamworth, Stafford, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 198735 Batch C02140-1 and IGI Film 0198735 Batch C021401 dated 1673-1834

1851 UK Census Swadlincote, Derbyshire, England (age 75 - claims his wife Ann was 67)

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/120483245/ann-wilkinson

Picture of St. Editha's church: Pinterest
Sarah Wilkinson
Christened 7 May 1775 Kingsbury, Warwick, England

Sarah's christening record
Transcription: 7 Bapt Sarah Dr of Joseph & Sarah Wilkinson

Married George Billson 15 Sep 1793 St Michel, Coventry, Warwick, England

Sarah and George's marriage record
Enhanced and colorized to be more readable

Children: Frances, Sarah, Elizabeth

Died

Buried
Sources
England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 198735 Batch C02140-1 and IGI Film 0198735 Batch C021401 dated 1673-1834

Marriage: England Select Marriages FHL Film# 428986 and English Pallots Index

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4th great grandparents
*Ann Wilkinson
Christened 26 Oct 1777 Kingsbury, Warwick, England
Married: Thomas Jefcoat 23 May 1811 Kingsbury, Warwick, England
Children: Elizabeth, Sarah
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 198735 Batch C02140-1 and IGI Film 0198735 Batch C021401 dated 1673-1834
Marriage: IGI Film 0198735 Batch M021403 dated 1539-1837

James Wilkinson
Christened 17 Sep 1780 Kingsbury, Warwick, England
Note: I was unable to find the original record - the book jumped from 1780 to 1782

Married

Children

Died

Buried
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 198735 Batch C02140-1 and IGI Film 0198735 Batch C021401 dated 1673-1834

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Jonathan Wilkinson
Christened 5 Oct 1783 Kingsbury, Warwick, England
Possible marriage to Elizabeth Randle 16 May 1803 Nuneaton, Warwick, England

Children

Died

Buried
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 198735 Batch C02140-1 and IGI Film 0198735 Batch C021401 dated 1673-1834

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Daniel Wilkinson
Christened 6 Jan 1786 Kingsbury, Warwick, England
Note: his father's names is abbreviated as Josh. in record
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 198735 Batch C02140-1 and IGI Film 0198735 Batch C021401 dated 1673-1834

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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

Joseph Wilkinson 1744-1815 Sarah Spencer 1745

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