Upper Level: Francis Dunwell 1766-1847 Jane Asquith 1767-1843

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Francis Dunwell 1766-1847 Jane Asquith 1767-1843

St Peter Church where Francis and Jane were christened

Francis Dunwell
Parents William Dunwell and Henrietta Winn
Christened 27 Jul 1766 Farnley By Leeds, York, England
Occupation: (1841) Woolen Weaver
Married Jane Asquith 17 March 1788 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Died 12 May 1847 St Peter, Leeds, England
Buried 16 May 1847 St Peter, Leeds, England
Sources
Christening and Father's name: IGI Film 0599301 IT2 V29 Batch P009581 dated 1724-1812
Marriage: IGI Film 0918375 Batch M009624 dated 1775-1791
1834 UK Leeds Directory - listing him as a weaver living in Potters Field
1841 UK Census Wakefield, Yorkshire, England Workhouse (age 70)
Note: there is a 1841 Census featuring a Francis Dunwell being in the Wakefield Union Workhouse. It could be him - perhaps he was put into the workhouse because he became senile and Jane, who was the only one listed with him in the 1841 Census couldn't cope.
Family Search
ancestry.com

Jane Asquith
Parents Joshua Asquith and Jane Spencely
Born 12 Aug 1767 Marsh Lane, Leeds, York, England
Note: Family Search mentioned Marsh Lane, not the IGI
Christened 13 Sep 1767 St Peter, Leeds, England
Died 3 Aug 1843 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Buried 6 Aug 1843 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0599914 Batch P009621 dated 1572-1776
1841 UK Census Wakefield, Yorkshire, England (age 70)
Family Search
ancestry.com

CHILDREN

Mary Dunwell
Christened 17 Jan 1789 Bramley, York, England
Note: The handwriting must be atrocious on the original record. her mother's name was extracted as Tarle
Married Thomas Pullan abt 1820
Note: did not find this marriage yet
Children: Henry, Jane, Mary, Eliza, Elizabeth
Died 22 Oct 1854 Leeds, York, England
Sources
Christening: England and Wales, Non-Conformist Record Indexes (RG4-8)
Family Search
ancestry.com

Jane Dunwell
Christened 2 Sep 1790 Lane Particular Baptist, Bramley By Leeds, York, England
Married Thomas Smith abt 1810
Children: William, Charles
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search
Ann Maria Dunwell
Born 15 Sep 1793 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Christened 29 Oct 1801 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Note: father's name abbreviated as Fra.
Married Abraham Keighley abt 1813
Note: unable to find this marriage
Died 17 Jul 1873 Hunslet, York, England
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0599304 Batch P009551 dated 1717-1812
Family Search
Francis Dunwell
Born 17 Jul 1795 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Christened 20 Oct 1801 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Married Sarah Jackson 1 Nov 1825 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Children: Joseph, Maria, Benjamin, James, William
Died 29 Jun 1875 Leeds, York, England
Buried Burmantofts Cemetery, Leeds, England
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0599304 Batch P009551 dated 1717-1812
Marriage: IGI Film 0918382 Batch M071932 dated 1810-1825
1851 UK Census for England (age 55)
Family Search
William Dunwell
Born 15 Apr 1797 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Christened 29 Oct 1801 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Occupation: Coal Miner
Note: this information was from AF and not verified yet
Married Rachel Winkup 23 Oct 1815 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Children: James, William, Francis, Joseph, Mary, Thomas, Sarah, Maria, Eliza, Rachel
Note: On AF it claimed Wm and Rachel had three children I never found records for (Isaac, David, Harriet) and I'm wondering if their son William is being confused with his father. Rachel showed up on the 1851 census - when her mother was 53! It is possible. Needs more research
Died 22 Oct 1854 Leeds, York, England
Buried 1 Sep 1872 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0599304 Batch P009551 dated 1717-1812
Marriage: England Marriages Film 0918378 Batch M07193-1
1841 UK Census for Leeds, Leeds, York, England (age 45)
1851 UK Census for Leeds, Leeds, York, England (age 53)
was the only one listed with him in the 1841 Census couldn't cope.
Family Search
Rose Dunwell
Born 30 Apr 1799 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Christened 31 May 1799 Beeston, Leeds, England
Death 7 Nov 1809 Beeston, Leeds, York, England (age 10)
Sources
IGI Film 0599304 Batch P009551 dated 1717-1812
Family Search
Harriott Dunwell
Born 26 Sep 1801 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Christened 29 Oct 1801 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Did not find a marriage
Died 17 Oct 1881
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0599304 Batch P009551 dated 1717-1812
Death: Family Search
John Dunwell
Born 17 Jul 1804 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Christened 30 Sep 1804 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Married Elizabeth Winkup 12 Nov 1824 Rothwell, York, England
Children: Harriett, Eliza, John
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0599304 Batch P009551 dated 1717-1812
Marriage: IGI Film 0990765-767 Batch M010612 dated 1813-1837
1841 UK Census for Leeds, Leeds, York, England (age 35)
1851 UK Census for Leeds, Leeds, England (age 46)
Family Search
Abraham Dunwell
Born 13 Jul 1806 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Christened 10 Aug 1806 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Married Hannah Wood 25 Dec 1824 Rothwell, York, England
Children: Mary, Joshua, (more children in here) Abraham
Died 1872
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0599304 Batch P009551 dated 1717-1812
1851 UK Census for Beeston, York, England (age 45)
Family Search
Joanna Dunwell
Born 24 Oct 1808 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Christened 11 Dec 1808 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Married Joseph Chadwick 2 Mar 1828 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Children: David, Ann, Edmund
Died 25 Nov 1834 Leeds, York, England
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0599304 Batch P009551 dated 1717-1812
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch M07193-3 Film 918386
Burial: England Deaths and Burials Batch I03294-7 Film 918389
Family Search
Mary Ann Dunwell
Born Jan 1810
Died 22 May 1810 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Buried 27 May 1810 Beeston, Leeds, York, England
Sources
Family Search
Martha Dunwell
Christened 6 Jan 1810 St Peter, Leeds, York, England
Married Joseph Horsefield 22 Aug 1830 Rothwell, York, England
Children: William, Maria
Sources
Christening: IGI FIlm 0599304 Batch P009551 dated 1717-1812
Marriage: IGI Film 0990765-767 Batch M010612 dated 1813-1837
1841 UK Census for Leeds, Leeds, York, England (age 30)
Family Search

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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, July 19, 2009

Francis Dunwell 1766-1847 Jane Asquith 1767-1843

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