Upper Level: Thomas Burroughs abt 1678-1728 Elizabeth Spratt abt 1682-1752

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Thomas Burroughs abt 1678-1728 Elizabeth Spratt abt 1682-1752

Note: the surname of this family has many versions: Burrows, Burrowes, Burrus, Berrows, Burroughs, Buroughs, etc.

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7th great grandparents

Thomas Burroughs
Parents: Richard Burroughs and Katherine Foards
Note: I haven't found these parents

Birth abt 1678
Christened 23 Sep 1683 Staverton, Gloucester, England
Note: have not found christening
Married Elizabeth Spratt 25 Nov 1706 Staverton, Gloucester England

Thomas and Elizabeth's marriage record.
Transcription: Thomas Burroughs and Elizabeth Sprat were married November ye 25th

Buried 25 Nov 1728 Staverton, Gloucester, England (50y old)
Sources
Marriage record (see above)

FGS from my grandmother
findagrave.com

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Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/81533246/thomas-burroughs

Elizabeth Spratt
Parents: Philip Spratt and Ruth Freame

Christened 1 Feb 1682 Uley, Gloucester, England
Note: Surname spelled Sprat in the record. Father's name abbreviated Phill
Died 15 Dec 1752 Staverton, Gloucester, England
Buried 18 Dec 1752 Staverton, Gloucester, England
Sources
Gloucester Wills Book Vol 2 1660-1800: She is listed as Elizabeth Burroughs under the year 1752 (from Staverton) in the Calendar of Wills Proved in the Consistory Court of the Bishop of Gloucester.
Christening: IGI Film 0855625 Batch C032672 dated 1668-1792

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CHILDREN

Thomas Burroughs
Christened 9 Aug 1708 Staverton, Gloucester, England
Note: Surname spelled Burrus in the record

Thomas's christening record
Transcription: Anno Domini (the year of our Lord) 1708
Thomas ye son of Thomas and Elizabeth Burrus was baptized August ye 9th

Married 1) Mary about 1731 Staverton, Gloucester, England
2) Sarah Traughton 21 Apr 1746 Tewkesbury, Gloucester, England
Note: His surname spelled Berrows and hers Trouton in the record
Died 25 Feb 1780 Churchdown, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 423306 Batch C03175-1
Marriage to Sarah: IGI Film 0586971 Batch M054871 dated 1647-1754

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Daniel Burroughs
Christened 2 Apr 1711 Staverton, Gloucester, England
Note: Surname spelled Burrus in the record

Married Eleanor Wilce 5 Oct 1738 Churchdown, Gloucester, England

Daniel and Eleanor's marriage record
Transcription: October 3rd Danll. Burrows and Eleanor Wilce were married
Note: there is another hand-written record of this marriage, however, while the written record gives the same date, it was incorrectly extracted as 30th of October - also give Eleanor's surname as Willce.

Children: Ruth
Died July 1765 Staverton, Gloucester, England

Buried 25 Jul 1763 Staverton, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 423306 Batch C03175-1
Marriage: IGI Film 0417141 Batch M027461 dated 1596-1812

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Philip Burroughs
Christened 1 May 1714 Staverton, Gloucester, England

Married Sarah Daniel 10 Aug 1746 St Johns, Gloucester, England

Philip and Sarah's marriage record
Transcription: Aug 10th Married Philip Burroughs of the Lye
and Sarah Daniel of Sandhurst

Children: James

Died

Buried
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 423306 Batch C03175-1

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6th G Grandparents
*Elizabeth Burroughs
Christened 12 May 1717 Staverton, Gloucester, England
Note: Surname is spelled Boroughs in record

Elizabeth's christening record
Transcription: Anno Dom (the year of our Lord) 1717
Bap: May 12, Elizabeth Daughter of
Thomas Boroughs and Elizabeth his wife

Married Henry Gardner 18 Feb 1743 St Peters, Gloucester, Gloucester, England

Note: Her name is spelled Elisabeth Burrows in record
Children: Thomas, Mary, Daniel, Elizabeth, John

Buried 15 May 1762 Staverton (Tewksbury) Gloucester, England
Sources
England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 423306 Batch C03175-1 and IGI Film 0423306 Batch C031751 dated 1539-1784
Marriage: IGI Film 0558360 Batch M044371 dated 1717-1754

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Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/81532933/elizabeth-gardner

Robert Burroughs
Christened 2 Aug 1719 Staverton, Gloucester, England

Married Mary Holder 1 Apr 1741 Quedgeley, Gloucester, England

Robert and Mary's marriage record
Transcription: Robert Burroughs and Mary Holder married April ye 1st

Children:

Died 25 May 1769

Buried
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 423306 Batch C03175-1 and IGI Film 0423306 Batch C031751 dated 1539-1784

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John Burroughs
Christened 9 May 1722 Staverton, Gloucester, England
Note: Surname is spelled Burrows in record.

John's Christening record
Transcription: John ye son of Thomas Burroughs was baptized May ye 9th 1722

Married:

Children:

Died 25 May 1809
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 423306 Batch C03175-1 and IGI Film 0423306 Batch C031751 dated 1539-1784

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Mary Burroughs
Christened 19 May 1723 Staverton, Gloucester, England

Mary's christening record
Transcription: Mary ye daughter of Thomas Burrows and Elizabeth his wife
was baptized May ye 19

Married Ben Traughton 17 Feb 1761
Died 25 Oct 1762 Staverton, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 423306 Batch C03175-1 and IGI Film 0423306 Batch C031751 dated 1539-1784

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Joseph Burroughs
Christened 11 Nov 1725 Staverton, Gloucester, England

Joseph's christening record
Transcription: Joseph, the son of Thomas and Elizabeth Burrows was Baptized Nov 11.

Married Elisabeth Buckle 22 Jun 1751 St Peters, Gloucester, Gloucester, England

Joseph and Elisabeth marriage record
Transcription: June 22 Joseph Burrows and Elisabeth Buckle of Staverton
in this diocese were married by Mr. Carpenter M:C

Children: Edith, Betty, Mary, Hannah, Joseph, Sarah, Ann, Jane, Eleanor

Note: the christenings of all of these children had their surname spelled Burrows instead of Burroughs

Died

Buried
Sources
Christening: Gloucester, England Church of England Baptisms, Marriages, and Burials 1538-1813

Marriage: IGI Film 0558360 Batch M044371 dated 1717-1754 AND England, Select Marriages

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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 10, 2009

Thomas Burroughs abt 1678-1728 Elizabeth Spratt abt 1682-1752

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