Upper Level: William Hall 1769 Elizabeth 1770

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

William Hall 1769 Elizabeth 1770

William Hall
Parents: Henry Hall and unknown mother
Christening: 21 November 1764 Saint Faith, Havant, Hampshire, England
Possibly Married Elizabeth Cook 14 May 1789 St Botolph without Aldersgate, London, London, England
Note: this is based on year, distance (55 walking miles from London to Priors Dean). If you have different sourced information, please share.
Sources
Marriage: IGI Film 0374443 Batch M022382 dated 1754-1812
Christening: England Birth and Christenings 1538-1975 Batch C06249-1 Film 918886

Elizabeth (Cook) ?
Born abt 1770 England
Sources
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CHILDREN

Jemima Hall
Christened 20 Jun 1790 Priors Dean, Hamp, England
Married James Beacher 19 Nov 1814 Priors Dean, Hamp, England
Note: Groom's surname spelled Beecher in record
Children: John, James, Mary, Elizabeth, William, George, Henry, Eliza, Charlotte
Died 1856
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 1595859 IT 10 Batch P009761 dated 1538-1812
Marriage: IGI Film 1041287 Batch M009762 dated 1812-1837
1841 UK Census for Iping, Sussex, England (age 48)
1851 UK Census for England (age 60)
Note: 1851 Census claims her birthplace was in Riversdean, Hampshire
Online: http://home.comcast.net/~derek2000/tree/ggg_gp/luha1811.htm
Mary Hall
Christened 13 May 1792 Priors Dean, Hamp, England
Died by 1807
Note: based on fact another daughter was named Mary that year
Sources
IGI Film 1595859 IT 10 Batch P009761 dated 1538-1812
Amey Hall
Christened 24 May 1795 Priors Dean, Hamp, England
Possible marriage to Jonathan Linard 7 Oct 1820 Hampshire, England
Note: If this marriage does exist, the name of the bride isn't on the record, but it does fall into the time period and place that Amey would have been married in. If you know differently, please let me know.
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 1595859 IT 10 Batch P009761 dated 1538-1812

Note: there is a 6 year stretch right here - could be missing children or another marriage to a second woman named Elizabeth?

Henry Hall
Christened 1 Nov 1801 Priors Dean, Hamp, England
Possibly Married Mary Piper 26 May 1823 Shalden, Hamp, England
Note: Based on time and place (ten miles from Priors Dean)
Possible Children: William, Stephen
Possibly Buried: 13 Mar 1831 Shalden, Hamp, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 1595859 IT 10 Batch P009761 dated 1538-1812
Burial: England Deaths and Burials 1538-1991 Film 1596322 Batch I03380-7
Online http://home.comcast.net/~derek2000/tree/ggg_gp/luha1811.htm
Harriet Hall
Christened 16 Oct 1803 Froxfield, Hamp, England
Possibly married John Willoughby 31 Aug 1824 Alton, Hamp, England
Note: based on time, place (10 miles from Froxfield)
Possible Children: Harriet, Ellen, John, Elizabeth, George, John
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 1595859 IT 10 Batch P009761 dated 1538-1812
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Film 1595976 batch I03221-1
Children were all born in Old Windsor, Berkshire, England which is about 31 miles from the place Harriet and John were married
Elizabeth Hall
Born 1 Mar 1805
Christened 2 Jun 1805 Froxfield, Hamp, England
Married John Vidler 26 Dec 1833 Priors Dean, Hamp, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 1595859 IT 10 Batch P009761 dated 1538-1812
Marriage: IGI Film 1041287 Batch M009762 Batch 1812-1837
John shows in the 1841 Census and he's living in Froxfield, but I haven't found Elizabeth
Mary Hall
Born 18 Jul 1807
Christened 19 Jul 1807 Froxfield, Hamp, England
There are several possibilities for husbands for Mary. There is a Samuel Bone that married a Mary Hall in Shalden (where Henry, Mary's brother would have been living) that might prove to be the one, but there isn't enough information - yet.
Sources
IGI Film 1595859 IT 10 Batch P009761 dated 1538-1812
William Hall
Born 25 Dec 1808
Christened 5 Mar 1809 Froxfield, Hamp, England
Married Frances (unknown surname) abt 1830 England
Children: John, William, Frances (there may be 4 more children Elizabeth, John, William, Thomas - all born in East Stratton)
Buried 1883 Petersfield, Hamp, England
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 1595859 IT 10 Batch P009761 dated 1538-1812
1861 UK Census for Priors Dean, Petersfield, Hamp, England (age 52)
1881 UK Census for Cockles Row, Priors Dean, Hamp, England page 6 (widowed, age 72)
Online: http://home.comcast.net/~derek2000/tree/ggg_gp/luha1811.htm
*Lucy Hall
Born 6 May 1811
Christened 28 Jul 1811 Froxfield, Hamp, England
Married George Clark 11 Jun 1829 Priors Dean, Hamp, England
Children: Elizabeth, George, Diana, William, Lucy, Francis, John, Bennett, Charles
Died 17 Apr 1882 Floud, Froxfield (subdistrict of Eastmeon), Hamp, England
Note: Cause of death is Bronchitis, Exhaustion. Informant was Elizabeth Aldridge (daughter). It also confirms that she is a widow
Sources
Birth and Christening: England Births and Christenings Batch C14502-2 and IGI Film 1595859 IT 10 Batch P009761 dated 1538-1812
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Batch M00976-2 Film 1041287
Death: http://home.comcast.net/~derek2000/tree/ggg_gp/luha1811.htm mentions a copy of the death certificate, St. Catherine Index: Petersfield, Apr-Jun 1882 Vol 2c Page 87
Charlotte Hall
Christened 23 Dec 1813 Petersfield, Hamp, England
Sources
England Births and Baptisms 1538-1975 Film 1596258 Batch I07136-0
Diana Hall
Christened 12 Apr 1818 Priors Dean, Hamp, England
Note: Name spelled Dinah in record
Married William Fisher 20 Feb 1837 Priors Dean, Hamp, England
Note: Witnesses were William and Frances Hall - her brother and sister in law
Children: Frances, William, James, Alfred, Thomas, Rose, Betsy
Note: the only place I found Rose is on the 1861 Census
Died 11 Oct 1859 Old Warren, Priors Dean, Hamp, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Baptisms 1538-1975 film 1041287 Batch C00976-2
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Film 1041287 Batch M00976-2
1841 UK Census for Fareham, Hamp, England (age 23)
William remarried after Diana's death
Online: http://home.comcast.net/~derek2000/tree/ggg_gp/luha1811.htm

2 comments:

UnknownDecember 10, 2014 at 6:32 PM
I tried to post a second a go and i don't know if it went so if this is a duplicate i apologize.I have found your blog a couple of times and I was wondering if you are following your own line or if you are helping other people with theirs and and post what you find? With what you have posted you have been able to help me so Thank you!
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MichelleDecember 11, 2014 at 11:32 AM
Hi Sariah,
I am following my own line and my sister-in-law's line (with her permission). The way to tell the difference is to look for an asterisk like this: * If it is present next to a name, that person is family (usually direct line). In this case, Lucy Hall is my direct line. I confess that there may be a few posts that will be missing the asterisk that should have it. If you ever have questions, let me know. Thanks for contacting me and I'm glad the blog has helped you. Michelle
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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."