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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Joseph Browne 1707-1748 Ann Dawson 1705-1791

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Joseph Browne

Parents Thomas Browne and Mary Ayer
Born 10 Dec 1707 Philadelphia, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (some say Delaware)
Religion: Quaker

Married Ann Dawson April 1729 Buckingham, Bucks county, Pennsylvania
Note: they announced their intent to marry three times in Buckingham monthly Quaker meetings prior to getting married: first on 4 Feb 1729, second on 4 March 1729, and third on 1 April 1729. It was reported in the minutes of the women's monthly meeting that took place later that same day that it had taken place. The two witnesses assigned to witness the marriage were James Canby and Mary Holcombe.
Died 16 February 1748
Probate 24 February 1748

Sources
Book: A Collection of Family Records by Charles C Dawson (1874, New York) page 409
Will: http://files.usgwarchives.net/pa/bucks/wills/willabstbk2.txt BROWN, Joseph. Plumstead Twp. May 16, 1748. Volume 2 Page 107

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M -
7th G grandma
Ann Dawson
Parents John Dawson and Catherine Fox
Born 3 Apr 1705 Chebsey, Stafford, England
Christened 10 Apr 1705 Chebsey, Stafford, England
Died 7 Jan 1791 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Sources
IGI Film 942.C4 V26T Book Batch P010551 dated 1660-1713
Book: A Collection of Family Records by Charles C Dawson (1874, New York)

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CHILDREN - all Quakers

M -
6th Ggrandparents
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Born 23 Apr 1730 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania

Military: Private, Captain Robert Gibson's Co., Bucks County Militia, Penn., American Revolutionary War

Married Mary Trotter 29 Mar 1754 West Grove, Chester, Pennsylvania
Children: Mary, Dianah, Elizabeth, Abraham, Joseph, Hannah, Benjamin

Died 15 Mar 1822 West Grove, Chester, Pennsylvania

Buried
Sources
Birth date: Book: A Collection of Family Records by Charles C Dawson (1874, New York)
1779 Tax list for Plumstead, owning 17 1/2 acres, 1 horse, 1 cow

Birth: Quaker Meeting records for Buckingham monthly meeting

Father's will

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Isaac Samuel Browne
Born 18 Jun 1731 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania

Married Martha Wells 11 Nov 1752 Bucks, Pennsylvania

Children: Thomas, Joseph, Hannah, James, Martha, Mary, John, Abraham

Died 12 Sep 1796 Leesburg, Loudoun, Virginia

Buried
Sources
Birth date: Book: A Collection of Family Records by Charles C Dawson (1874, New York)

Birth: Quaker Meeting records for Buckingham monthly meeting

Father's will

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Ann Browne
Born 10 Feb 1733 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania

Married William Rich

Note: I have not found this marriage

No Children
Died

Buried
Sources
Birth date: Book: A Collection of Family Records by Charles C Dawson (1874, New York)

Birth: Quaker Meeting records for Buckingham monthly meeting

Her father's will

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Dawson Browne
Born 1735 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania

Married

Children

Died after 1748 - he is mentioned in his father's will

Buried

Sources

His father's will

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Joseph Brown
Born 8 Jul 1737 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Married 1) Mary Preston 22 Aug 1759 Bucks County, Pennsylvania
Children: Ann, Sarah
2) Elizabeth Quimby 13 Nov 1766 Buckingham, Bucks, Pennsylvania

Note: Elizabeth had two children, Joseph and Rachel, prior to marrying Joseph

Children they had together: Samuel, Leah, Mary

Died

Buried
Sources
Birth date/children: Book: A Collection of Family Records by Charles C Dawson (1874, New York)
Birth: Quaker Meeting records for Buckingham monthly meeting

Marriage to Mary Preston: Book: Pennsylvania Archives Vol 9 (1880) page 253 Marriages Authorized by the Buckingham Monthly Meeting of Friends 1730-1810

Marriage to Elizabeth Quimby:

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Leah Brown
Born 1739 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania

Married John Ellicott 6 June 1761 Christchurch, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, British Colonial America

Children: Martha, Mary, Elizabeth, Hannah, John, Samuel

Died 15 May 1777

Buried
Sources

U.S Quaker Meeting Records 3 Aug 1861 (original seen below, transcription: At our Women's monthly meeting held at Buckingham the 3d day & 8th month of 1761 An overseer acquainted this meeting that Leah Brown hath accomplished her marriage out of unity)

She was mentioned in another meeting held on 11 Nov 1773 along with her husband and children. Transcription: The friends appointed last meeting to inquire concerning Leah Ellicott, report they found nothing to hinder her certificate and one being prepared by and sent from the men's meeting to this which was read approved and signed for her with her husband and children (viz) Martha, Elizabeth, Hannah, John, & Samuel. NOTE: there is no Mary mentioned

Birth: AGBI

Book: Pennsylvania Marriages page 80, Pennsylvania Church Marriages (which claims the date to be the 5th not the 6th), Pennsylvania Compiled Marriages

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Elizabeth Browne
Born 1741 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania

Married

Children

Died

Buried
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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."

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Joseph Browne 1707-1748 Ann Dawson 1705-1791

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