Upper Level: William Smith 1805-1848 Hannah Rouse 1813-1891

Sunday, July 26, 2009

William Smith 1805-1848 Hannah Rouse 1813-1891

William Smith
Parents Thomas Smith and Jane Dunwell
Birth: abt 1808 England
There is a child with surname Smith and has Thomas and Jane for parents that was born in 1805 in Temple, Bristol, Gloucester, England that is possible - but the given name was illegible.
Christened 21 Oct 1810 Ilmington, Gloucester, England
Note: This christening is not correct unless the clerk got the mother's name wrong. This christening belongs to a William Smith that has Thomas and Hannah for parents.
Married Hannah Rouse 27 Dec 1830 Todenham, Gloucester, England
Note: Nathaniel Rouse is one of the witnesses
Died 5 Apr 1848 Todenham, Gloucester, England
Sources
1841 UK Census Todenham, Gloucester, England
Marriage record
Family Search

Hannah Rouse
Parents: Joseph Rouse and Jane Rouse (cousins?)
Born 28 Nov 1813 Todenham, Gloucester, England
Christened 5 Nov 1814 Todenham, Gloucester, England
Died Jan 1891 Camden, Gloucester, England
Sources
1841 UK Census Todenham, Gloucester, England
Family Search

CHILDREN

William Smith
Born 1831 Todenham, Gloucester, England
Occupation Cooper (1851)
Christened 8 May 1831 Todenham, Gloucester, England
Married Selena Cox 1 Jun 1851 Moreton-in-Marsh, Gloucester, England
Note: Her given name on her christening record is spelled Selina
Children: William, Frederick
Sources
1841 UK Census Todenham, Gloucester, England
1851 UK Census Todenham, Gloucester, England
Marriage Banns
Marriage: England Marriages Film 991297 Batch M03030-4 dated 1750-1885
Edwin "Ted" Smith
Born 9 Aug 1835 England
Occupation Cooper (1851-1891) Cooper and Farmer (1901) Retired Cooper (1911)
Married 1) Frances (Fannie) Bolto 16 Sep 1856 Moreton in Marsh, Gloucester, England
Note: her name is Frances Bolts on marriage record - also saw Botto
Ancestral File showed her surname as Balto.
Her church membership record (Early LDS Church ward/branch records) show her surname as Bolto.
Children: Edwin, William, Lavenia, Frank, Joyce, Joseph, Eli,Sarah, Mary
2) Ann Hopkins (widow of Mr. Freeman)
Children: Hiram, Jasper, Maurice
Death
Sources
1841 UK Census for Todenham, Gloucester, England (age 7)
1851 UK Census for Todenham, Gloucester, England (age 17)
Marriage to Frances : England Marriages Film 0991297 Batch M03030-4 dated 1750-1885
1861 UK Census Ilmington, Warwickshire, England
1871 UK Census Ilmington, Warwickshire, England
Marriage to Ann: Church of England Banns and Marriages
1881 UK Census Ilmington, Warwickshire, England
1891 UK Census Ilmington, Warwickshire, England (Widower)
1901 UK Census Ilmington, Warwickshire, England
1911 UK Census Ilmington, Warwickshire, England

Lavina Ann Smith
Born 1 Jul 1836 Todenham, Gloucester, England
Christened 25 Sep 1836 Todenham, Gloucester, England
Married Charles William Mann 17 Apr 1859 Aboard ship William Tapscott, Atlantic Ocean
Children: William, Annie, Frederick, Edwin, James, Frank, Charlotte, Melina, David, Levi, Chloe, Luttie
Died 25 Feb 1901 Bountiful, Davis, Utah
Buried 28 Feb 1901 Bountiful Cemetery, Bountiful, Davis, Utah
Sources
1851 UK Census (age 14, listed as a servant)
1860 US Census for Davis County, Utah (age 23)
1880 US Census for Bountiful, Davis, Utah page 274A (age 42)

1900 US Census for Bountiful, Davis, Utah page 2A (age not given)
Utah Death Certificates for children

Grace Smith
Born 9 May 1840 Todenham, Gloucester, England
1) John (Jack) Holden
Note: John is in the1870 Utah Territory Census as a 30 year old staying at the Terrace Station Railroad eating house in Box Elder county. His occupation is Steam Engineer. He died in 1884.
2) Joseph Crumb Fackrell 12 Dec 1888 Logan, Cache, Utah
Note: He is 66 and she is 47
Died 26 Mar 1904 Woods Cross, Davis, Utah
Note: Informant on Death Certificate was her brother-in-law, James Hepworth
Buried 29 Mar 1904 Bountiful Cemetery, Bountiful, Davis, Utah
Sources
1851 UK Census (age 11)
Marriage to Joseph: Utah marriages 1887-1966 Batch M73408-4 Film 430305
1880 US Census for Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah page 159D (age 38, with John)
1900 US Census for Davis County, Utah page 10B
Utah Death Certificate (surname misspelled Frackrell)

*Melina Smith
Born 11 Sep 1843 Todenham, Gloucester, England
Note: the headstone lists the year of her birth as 1844, but it isn't true. See her baptism record.
Christened 5 Nov 1843 Todenham, Gloucester, England
Note: She is the last child listed. I included the top of the page as it gives proof of the year.

Melina married twice
1) William Taylor 3 Mar 1862 St. Jude, Birmingham, Warwick, England (divorced) Note: Her name is spelled Melinar in the record
Children: Eli, William, Heber, Joseph Edwin
2) James Hepworth 14 Jul 1873 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Children: Mary Jane, James, Samuel Nephi, Alma, Randolph, Maud, Melina
Died 6 Jul 1930 Woods Cross, Davis, Utah
Buried 9 Jul 1930 Bountiful Cemetery, Bountiful, Davis, Utah
Sources
1851 UK Census for Todenham, Gloucester, England (age 7)
1871 Census for Birmingham, Warwick, England (age 27 - as William's wife)
Marriage to William: England Marriages 1539-1973 Batch M07360-2 Film 918917
1872 Passenger list for the ship Minnesota.
Note: more about the ship: www.history.sur-name.info/index.php?title=Ship/Minnesota/History
Melina's Life Story: http://www.frankhistory.com/
1880 US Census for Bountiful, Davis, Utah
1900 US Census for Davis county, Utah (no age given)
1910 US Census for West Bountiful, Davis, Utah (age 65)
1920 US Census for Davis county, Utah (age 75)
1930 US Census for West Bountiful, Davis, Utah (age 85)
Utah Death Certificate
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=75298003

Sarah Ruth Smith
Born 13 Feb 1847 Todenham, Gloucester, England
Married Charles Lamoni Green 10 Jun 1863 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah

Children: Emma, Charles, Sarah, Asa, Catherine, Grace, William, James, John, Nora, Fred
2) Charles Bryant Davey 28 April 1896 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Died 20 Apr 1911 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
COD:Septicemia, gall bladder
Buried 23 Apr 1911 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Sources
1880 US Census for Leamington, Millard, Utah
1900 US Census for Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Family Search
Utah Death Certificate
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=38334932

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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 26, 2009

William Smith 1805-1848 Hannah Rouse 1813-1891

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