Upper Level: William Mitchell 1750-1819 Mary Browne 1755

Saturday, August 29, 2009

William Mitchell 1750-1819 Mary Browne 1755

M - 5th ggparents

William Mitchell
Parents William Mitchell and Elizabeth Harmer

Born abt 1750 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania

Military: Revolutionary War (as a drummer)

January 1779

Revolutionary War Record

William was a Quaker and therefore, practiced pacifism. According to Quakers in the Military During the American Revolution, many Quakers helped the military. In Philadelphia, these Friends called themselves “Free Quakers”. This caused such a rift that the Free Quakers built their own meeting house. In other areas, few actually enlisted and those that did probably were expelled from the Society. Many Quakers provided supplies, financial aid, or medical assistance.)

Occupation:
Married Mary Browne 14 Nov 1776 Buckingham, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Died 1819 Allegheny, Pennsylvania
Sources
1782 Tax Records Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania in which he had one cow.

1790 US Census page 46 (middle column) he was listed as the head of a household containing 1white male over age 16, one white male under 16 and 6 free white females

1800 US Census Muncy, Lycoming, Pennsylvania free white males under 10 - 1 free white males 45+ - 1 Free white females under 10 - 2 Free white females 45+ - 1 for a total of 5 people in the household

Marriage: U.S. Quaker Records and Pennsylvania Compiled Marriage Records

United States Revolutionary War Records

AGBI Vol 119 page 63

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William and Mary's Marriage record

Transcription: Whereas William Mitchell in the Township of the County of Bucks of Province of Pennsylvania, (son of William Mitchell heretofore of the same place), and Mary Brown of Plumstead of the county and province aforesaid, daughter of Abraham Brown of the same place, having declared their intention of marriage with each other, before several monthly meetings of the people called Quakers at Buckingham, according to the good order used among them and having the consent of parents and relations concerned their said proposals of marriage were allowed by the said meeting.
Now, these are to certify all whom it may concern, that for the full accomplishment of their said intentions, on the 14th day of the 11th month, in the year of our Lord, 1776, they, the said William Mitchell and Mary Brown appeared in the public meeting of the said people at Plumstead and the said William Mitchell, taking the said Mary Brown by the hand, and i a solemn manner openly declare that he took her to be his wife, promising (With the Lord's assistance), to be unto her a loving and faithful husband until death should separate them (or words to that purpose). And then and there, in the same assembly, the said Mary Brown did in like manner, openly declare that she took the said William Mitchell to be her husband, promising (With the Lord's assistance), to be unto him a loving and faithful wife until death should separate them (or words to that purpose). And moreover, they the said William Mitchell and Mary Brown (she according to the custom of marriage assuming the name of her husband as a further confirmation thereof did then to these presents set their hands and we whose names are hereunder also subscribed being present at the solemnization at the said marriage and subscription have as witnesses thereunto set our hands the day and year above written.
Signed: Column One: Nathan Preston, John Simpson, Charles Brooke, James Shaw, Jonathan Shaw, Daniel Stradling, Sarah Stradling, Elizabeth Brown
Column Two: John Brown, Joseph Pickering, Alexander Brown, Phoebe Moore, Francis Goode, Sarah Goode, John Carlile, Sarah Carlile
Column Three: Jonathan Shaw Jr., John Shaw, John Simpson, Benjamin Cutler, Thomas Wood, Robert Fisher, Joseph Stradling, Sarah Stradling Jr.
Column Four: William Mitchell, Mary Mitchell, Asa Fell, Elizabeth Fell, Abram Brown, Mary Brown, George Mitchell, Susanna Mitchell, Sarah Updegrave, Edward Updegrave, Joseph Brown, Elisabeth Brown, Dinah Brown, Benjamin Brown, John Cutler, Jane Cutler, Sarah Mitchener, Sarah Poe, Deborah Preston, Ann Rich, Alice Kelsey

Mary Brown

Parents Abraham Brown and Mary Trotter

Born 1755 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Died

Buried
Sources
Marriage: U.S. Quaker Records

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CHILDREN

William Mitchell
Born abt 1777 Philadelphia?

Died 1840
Sources
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*Abraham Mitchell
Born 29 Oct 1779 Muncy, Lycoming, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Married Annie Colpetzer 1811 Pennsylvania
Children: Benjamin, Julia
Died 4 Mar 1863 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Buried March 1863 Salt Lake City Cemetery, Salt Lake, Utah
Sources
1790 US Census

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Phebe Mitchell
Born 1781 Bucks, Pennsylvania

Possible Marriage: Henry Scott abt 1811

Note: I am not convinced that she is the Phebe he married. That Phebe was supposedly born ten years later than this one

Died April 1786 (if she actually married Henry)

Sources
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Benjamin Mitchell
Born 1783 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania

Married - have not found a believable one yet

Children

Died

Buried

Sources
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Mary Mitchell
Born 1785 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania

Married - have not found a believable one yet

Died

Buried

Sources
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Nancy Mitchell
Born 1787 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania

Married - have not found a believable one yet

Children

Died

Buried

Sources
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Rebecca Mitchell
Born 1790 Muncy, Lycoming, Pennsylvania

Married

Children

Died

Buried

Sources
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Sarah Mitchell
Born 27 May 1795 Muncy, Lycoming, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Married Benjamin E Paxson 22 Dec 1814 Muncy, Bucks, Pennsylvania

Marriage record

Children: William, Benjamin, Charles, Sarah, Rachel, Oliver, Mary, George

Died 6 Jul 1835 New Garden, Columbiana, Ohio

Buried Woodsdale Cemetery, Butler, Ohio

Note: someone has requested a photo of the headstone

Sources
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Deborah's headstone
Deborah Mitchell
Born 1796 Muncy, Lycoming, Pennsylvania
Married Daniel Nicholas abt 1823 Pennsylvania

Children: Ivan, Elizabeth, Joseph, Edward, Rosanna, Samuel

Died after 1850

Buried New Union Cemetery, Eureka, Lawrence, Indiana

Sources
1850 US Census Perry, Martin, Indiana (age 57)

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Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/147428840/deborah-nicholas

Daniel Mitchell
Born 1799 Muncy, Lycoming, Pennsylvania

Occupation: Ship Builder

Married Mary Shillingforth about 1831 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Children: Mary, Frances, James, Daniel, Theodore, Napoleon, William, Rinaldo, Charles

Died 10 May 1878 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

COD: Debility (old age)

Buried 16 May 1878 Gloria Dei (Old Swedes Church Cemetery)

Sources
1860 US Census Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (age 48)

1870 US Census Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (age 70)

Death Certificate

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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."

Saturday, August 29, 2009

William Mitchell 1750-1819 Mary Browne 1755

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