Upper Level: Joshua Pearson 1812 Sarah Ann Jeffcot 1814-1883

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Joshua Pearson 1812 Sarah Ann Jeffcot 1814-1883

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third great grandparents

Joshua Pearson (Sr)

Parents: Unknown

Born Abt 1813 England

NOTE: someone on Family Search has claimed (more than once)a Henry and Harriet are his parents. When I looked at the record on Family Search, I found that Henry and Harriet Pearson were married six years AFTER Joshua was born, which made me doubt the validity of this claim. Also, there wasn't one official source (birth or christening or even a census) linking him to them beyond their surname.

IF Henry and Harriet were his parents, Joshua didn't name any of his children after them. I just can't feel right about claiming his parents are Henry and Harriet without more proof. I'm siimply trying to stop more misinformation.

I'll happily eat my words if someone finds out differently because I've been trying to find him. I want to find him. In spite of this, my feeling is, because he hated the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, he stayed in England and remarried. I've yet to find one thing about Joshua Pearson after the divorce.

Occupation: 1833: Laborer 1841 Census (Excavator) 1857 Railwad Contractor
Note: I think the 1857 occupation was supposed to be Railway Contractor.

Married 1) Sarah Jeffcott 3 Dec 1832 Old Swinford, Worcester, England

Marriage record

Note: Joshua was unable to accept Sarah's decision to become a member of the LDS church and they divorced. There is no proof that I've ever seen that Joshua traveled to the United States. He was a fairly young man, considering, so he likely remarried, though I have not found any proof - yet. According to his granddaughter, Leoan: "None of the family corresponded with him after they came to the United States."

Another version (written by great-granddaughter Ellen Briggs Cook) "...Now when these three children were yet young, Joshua Pearson, Sen. went away and left his family supposedly with another woman and he has not been seen or heard of since. But several years later a lady came to their home and asked Great Grandmother if she was the wife of Joshua Pearson and if the three children were his and she told her they were and she said she just wanted to know for herself. So Great Grandmother told her not to worry about her for she would not have him back at any price. The lady left without giving her name or where she came from.

Note: while this reads like something in a novel, there is no proof (or disproof) this happened. It does sound more like a family legend than reality, given that I heard the reason for the divorce was because he hated the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Also, in that same 'telling' about the 'other woman' it claims Sarah Ann Jeffcot married George Jones after they arrived in Utah and there is physcial proof they were married in England and traveled together to Utah.

Sources

Marriage: England Marriages Film 0527942 Batch M040271 dated 1822-1833
1841 Census for Oaksey, Wiltshire, England page 3 (age 28)

Sarah Jeffcot

Sarah Ann Jeffcot (surname has lots of spellings)
Parents: Thomas Jeffcot and Ann Wilkinson
Born 9 May 1814 Kingsbury, Warwick, England
Christened 29 May 1814 Harley Parish, Kingsbury, Warwick, England

Sarah's Christening record
Note: Surname spelled Jefcot. There is no middle name.

Occupation: Laundress (1851). This was likely to help pay her and her daughters' way to Utah.

Married (2) Richard George Jones 21 Dec 1853 Aston Juxta Birmingham, Warwick, England

Sarah and Richard's marriage record
Note: they have no middle names listed
Also, Sarah is listed as a widow instead of divorced.

Immigrated: 1859 on board a ship named William Tapscott along with her 2nd husband Richard and two daughters (Frances and Sarah).

The William Tapscott

Emigrated: Jun 1859- Sep 1859 to Utah with the George Rowley Handcart Company

Note: The 8th handcart company had 235 individuals, 60 handcarts, and 8 wagons. It began its journey from the outfitting post at Florence, Nebraska (now Omaha).

Where Sarah lived in Salt Lake (Beck Street)

Died 30 Apr 1883 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah

COD: Pneumonia

Sarah listed on the Death Register

In case you can't read the register, it recorded: #2195 - 19th Ward - Jones, Sarah - wife of Richard Jones - birthdate - birthplace - Death date - cause of death - medical attendant (White) - Burial note (taken to Woods Cross)

Sarah's headstone

Buried Bountiful Memorial Park, Bountiful, Davis, Utah Plot A-8-23-7

Note: her body was taken to Woods Cross (now West Bountiful)
Sources
Birth date: Death record

Christening: IGI Film 0198735 Batch C021401 dated 1673-1834

Marriage to Joshua: England Marriages Film 0527942 Batch M040271 dated 1822-1833

1841 Census for Oaksey, Wiltshire, England page 3 (age 22)
1851 UK Census for Shelden, Warwick, England (she is the head of house, is working as a Laundress and Richard Jones is also there with them)

Marriage to Richard: IGI Film 0919797-799 Batch M011684 dated 1832-1845

Note about Polygamy: Sarah told Richard to take a second wife as she was unable to give him children. Thus it was that Richard became a polygamist. With that said, she didn't want to see him with another woman, so he lived separately from her. The children he had with Elizabeth Vesey Baker called Sarah their "Hot Springs Mama"
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/120871208/sarah-ann-jones

CHILDREN

Joshua Pearson Jr

Joshua Pearson (Jr)
Born 2 Feb 1833 Fout End, Warwick, England
Christening: 8 Feb 1833 Kingsbury, Warwick, England

Occupation: (1851) Apprentice Leather Dresser
(1857) Leather Chesser in Ireland
(1881) Skinner in Lincoln, England
Married Emma Hoffen 11 May 1857 St. Audoen, Dublin, Dublin, Ireland
Note: James Spencer and Agnes Stewart were the witnesses at the wedding. Joshua and Emma were living at 29 High Street. Joshua gave his father's name and occupation on the marriage record.

Joshua and Emma Pearson

Emma and Joshua Pearson Jr

Children: Joshua, Kate, Henry, Oliver, Ellen

1881 Immigrated with Emma and Ellen to USA aboard the ship Wisconsin.

Arrived 2 Nov 1881

The ship Wisconsin

Died 17 Nov 1899 Lyman, Madison, Idaho
Buried Sutton Cemetery, Archer, Madison, Idaho

Joshua's headstone

Sources

Christening: England Warwickshire Parish Registers 1538-1900 Film 198735 Image 497

New York Passenger Lists Year: 1881; Arrival: New York, United States; Microfilm Serial: M237; Microfilm Roll: 444; Line: 32; List Number: 1543.

Marriage, address, and occupation:
http://churchrecords.irishgenealogy.ie/churchrecords/search.jsp?name=&name2=&location=&dd=&mm=&yy=&diocese=DUBLIN+(COI)&parish=&century=&decade=&type=M&sort=&pageSize=100&submit=Search&pager.offset=13100
1841 UK Census for Oaksey, Wiltshire, England page 3 (age 8)
1851 UK Census for St Mary Magdelene, Bermondsey, Surrey, Southwark Burrough, England (age 18)
Note: claims place of birth was in Shildon, Warwick, England and he was in the Leather Market
1861 UK Census for Sheffield, Brightside Bierlow, York, England (age 30)
1881 UK Census for 77 King Street, Lincoln, Lincoln, England page 38 (age 47)

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/80257126/joshua-pearson

Frances Elizabeth Pearson Bridges

Frances Elizabeth Pearson
Born 5 Sep 1837 Yardley Parish, Stitchford, Worcestershire, England
Married Charles Henry Bridges 20 Jun 1860 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children: Thaddeus, Charles, Sarah, Marian, Louise, Wallace, Grace, Gertrude, Thomas
Died 11 Apr 1928 Montpelier, Bear Lake, Idaho
COD: Pneumonia
Informant: daughter, Grace
Buried 13 Apr 1928 Montpelier City Cemetery, Bear Lake, Idaho

Charles and Frances's headstone

Sources

Idaho Death Certificate

1841 Census for Oaksey, Wiltshire, England page 3 (age 3)
1870 US Census Montpelier, Bear Lake, Idaho page 20 (age 33)
Note: surname given as Bridger
1880 US Census Montpelier, Bear Lake, Idaho (age 43)
1900 US Census Montpelier, Bear Lake, Idaho page 9B (age 63, mother of 8 - 4 are still living)
1910 US Census Montpelier, Bear Lake, Idaho (age 73)
1920 US Census Montpelier, Bear Lake, Idaho (age 82, living with daughter, Grace's family)

Death Certificate
Note: her father is listed as Richard Jones instead of Joshua Pearson, likely because daughter Grace (the informant) only knew Richard Jones as her grandfather.

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/78214676/frances-elizabeth-bridges

Sarah Ann Pearson
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*Sarah Ann Pearson

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2nd Great grandmother

Sarah Ann Pearson Munn
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Sarah Ann Pearson 4 foot 6 inches
Beasley girls (granddaughters) in background
unknown man
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Born 13 Oct 1839 Oaksey, Wiltshire, England
Married Edward Fredrick Munn 13 Aug 1859 Scotts Bluff, Nebraska
Note: A second possible place of marriage is North Platte - see the story "Oasis of Hope" which I wrote about Sarah and Edward using the information available.
Children: Edward, Sarah, Joseph, Eli, Joshua, Charles, Angelina, William, Francis, Thomas, Robert, Olive
Died 15 Jan 1925 Hooper, Davis, Utah
COD: Myocarditis with acute dilation, grippe (Heart disease and the flu)
Informant: Robert I. Munn , her grandson
Note: the death certificate claims she was buried in the Hooper Cemetery
Buried 19 Jan 1925 West Point City Cemetery, Hooper, Davis, Utah Plot 055H

Sarah and Edward's headstone

Sources
1841 Census for Oaksey, Wiltshire, England page 3 (age 2)
1870 US Census for Hooper, Davis, Utah (age 31)
1880 US Census Hooper, Davis, Utah (age 41)
1900 US Census for Hooper, Davis, Utah (age 61)
1910 US Census for Hooper, Davis, Utah (age 70, mother of 11 with 13 children still alive)
1920 US Census South Hooper, Davis, Utah (age 80, widowed, living with daughter Olive's family)
Utah Death Certificate
Note: Claims her father is John Pearson
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/146861/sarah-ann-munn

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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."

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Joshua Pearson 1812 Sarah Ann Jeffcot 1814-1883

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