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Thursday, October 15, 2009

Abraham Browne 1730 Mary Trotter 1734

Abraham Browne
Born 23 Apr 1730 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Parents Joseph Browne and Ann Dawson
Religion: Quaker
Note: Abraham was disowned by the Quakers in 1756 when they charged him with "bearing arms in the war" When a member's offense came to the attention of the Monthly Meeting which was not supposed to happen before one or more Friends had already admonished the offender without success, the meeting would appoint a committee (usually of two solid Friends) to ascertain the facts about the matter reported, and (if the member complained of was guilty) to learn whether he or she was repentant. It the individual did not seem contrite the visiting Friends would labor with him or her in meekness and brotherly compassion, hoping to bring the offender to sincere repentance. If this was successful the Friend would offer a written apology (often called an acknowledgment ) expressing that what he or she had done was contrary to the principles of Friends, that s/he was sorry for it and intended with God's help to behave better in the future. This was also referred to as condemning one's action. There was no shunning involved in disownment; familial and secular relationships continued as before. http://www.quaker.org/disown.html
Married Mary Trotter 29 Mar 1754 West Grove, Chester, Pennsylvania
Died 15 Mar 1822 West Grove, Chester, Pennsylvania
Sources
1779 Tax list for Plumstead owning 17 1/2 acres and 1 horse, 1 cow
1782 Property Tax list for Montgomery county: http://newrivernotes.com/va/mont782a.htm
1790 US Census for Bucks County, Pennsylvania page 123
Marriage: Book: Pennsylvania Archives Vol 9 (1880) page 204 Marriages Authorized by the Philadelphia Monthly Meeting of Friends 1682-1756
Book: Proprietary and other Tax Lists for the county of Bucks (Plumstead) for the year 1787 page 774
Mary Trotter
Born 24 Jan 1734 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Parents: Benjamin Trotter and Mary Fisher
Note: Mary was in good standing in the Quaker community and given a certificate to Buckingham Meeting
Died 11 Feb 1802
Sources
https://sites.google.com/site/webstergriggsfamilies/webster/trotter

CHILDREN

*Mary Browne
Born 1755 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Married William Mitchell 14 Nov 1776 Friends (Quakers) meeting, Buckingham, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Children: William, Abraham, Phoebe, Benjamin, Mary, Nancy, Hannah, Rebecca, Sarah, Deborah, Daniel
Sources
Marriage: Book: Pennsylvania Archives Vol 9 (1880) page 253 Marriages Authorized by the Buckingham Monthly Meeting of Friends 1730-1810
Elizabeth Browne
Born 1756 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Married John Shaw 17 Oct 1782 Friends (Quakers) meeting, Buckingham, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Children: Susannah, Mary, Jonathan, Benjamin, Sarah, Jane, Joseph, Rebecca
Sources
Marriage: Book: Pennsylvania Archives Vol 9 (1880) page 253 Marriages Authorized by the Buckingham Monthly Meeting of Friends 1730-1810
Dinah Browne
Born 1758 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Married Isaiah Williams 14 Oct 1784 Friends (Quakers) meeting, Buckingham, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Children: Martha, Mary
Sources
Marriage: Book: Pennsylvania Archives Vol 9 (1880) page 253 Marriages Authorized by the Buckingham Monthly Meeting of Friends 1730-1810
Rebecca Browne
Born 1762 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
No record of marriage
Sources
Ancestral File
Joseph Browne
Born 4 Apr 1762 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Married 1) Elizabeth Michener 1785 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Children: Sarah, Mary, Rebecca, Benjamin, Rachel, Deborah, Elizabeth, Tabitha, Joseph, Rebecca, Esther, Hannah
Note: Joseph and Elizabeth with children, Sarah and Mary were granted a certificate of removal from Buckingham MM to New Garden MM 7 May 1787
2) Elizabeth Weis
Died 5 May 1851 Pennsylvania
Sources
1790 US Census for Bucks County, Pennsylvania page 193
Abraham Browne
Born 1763 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Married Rebecca Black 20 Oct 1791 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Sources
Ancestral File
Hannah Browne
Born 1765 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
No record of marriage
Died 1816
Sources
Ancestral File
Benjamin Browne
Born 1766 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Married Anne Sebring 1790 Plumstead, Bucks, Pennsylvania
Sources
1790 US Census for Bucks County, Pennsylvania page 129

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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."

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Abraham Browne 1730 Mary Trotter 1734

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