Upper Level: Jeptha Blackburn 1783-1853 Ann Breeton 1790-1822

Monday, December 28, 2009

Jeptha Blackburn 1783-1853 Ann Breeton 1790-1822

Jeptha Blackburn
Parents: Thomas Blackburn and Sarah Kirkham
Christened 16 Feb 1783 Benniworth, Lincoln, England
Note: no surname for mother given in record
Married Ann Flear 26 Mar 1822 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Died
Buried
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0421920 Batch C025472 dated 1741-1843
Marriage: IGI Film 0508068 Batch M034191 dated 1813-1836
1841 UK Census Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Family Search
ancestry.com

Ann Breeton
Christened 10 May 1790 Heckington, Lincoln, England
Parents: William Breeton and Mary (unknown surname)
Married 1) Mr Flear abt 1821
Note: Have not found a marriage record yet
Died 1 Nov 1848 Heighington, Lincoln, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0504241 Batch C029142 Dated 1561-1812
1841 UK Census Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Family Search gave the info. about Mr. Flear
ancestry.com

CHILDREN

William Blackburn
Christened 23 Sep 1822 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Note: Biological son of Mr. Flear. Ann was pregnant with him at the time of her marriage to Jeptha so he was given the last name of Blackburn.
Died 5 Nov 1822 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0508068 Batch C034191 dated 1813-1836
Family Search
ancestry.com
Sarah Blackburn
Christened 28 Dec 1823 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Note: Father's given name spelled Jepthah and surname is spelled Blackbourne in record.
Married George Askew 3 August 1847 Lincoln, Lincolnshire, England
Children: Eliza, Joseph, Ann
Died 21 Jul 1856 Navenby, Lincoln, England
Buried: 23 July 1856 Navenby, Lincolnshire, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0508068 Batch C034191 dated 1813-1836
Burial: England Select Deaths and Burials
Family Search
ancestry.com
Mary Blackburn
Christened 29 Nov 1824 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Note: Father's given name spelled Jepthah and surname is spelled Blackbourne in record.
Died
Buried
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0508068 Batch C034191 dated 1813-1836
Family Search
ancestry.com
Elizabeth Blackburn
Christened 12 Nov 1825 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Note: Father's given name spelled Jeptha and surname is spelled Blackbourn in record
Died 6 Dec 1825
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Eliza Blackburn
Christened 18 Nov 1826 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Note: Father's given name spelled Jeptha and surname is spelled Blackbourne in record
Died 2 Feb 1827
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
*Joseph Blackburn
Christened 5 Dec 1827 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Note: Surname is spelled Blackbourne in record
Married Ann Bark 25 Dec 1853 Beeston, Nottingham, England
Children: Thomas, Alice, Joseph, William, Heber
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0508068 Batch C034191 dated 1813-1836
1841 UK Census Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Family Search
ancestry.com
John Blackburn
Christened 2 Feb 1829 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Note: Father's given name spelled Jephtha and surname is spelled Blackbourne in record.
Married Charlotte Spong 26 Feb 1850 Nocton, Lincoln, England
Children: Sarah, George, Alice, John, Henry
Died
Buried
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0508068 Batch C034191 dated 1813-1836
1841 UK Census Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Family Search
ancestry.com
William Blackburn
Christened 14 Jun 1830 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Note: Father's given name spelled Jephtha and surname is spelled Blackbourn in record.
Died 11 Aug 1830 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0508068 Batch C034191 dated 1813-1836
Family Search
ancestry.com
Benjamin Blackburn
Christened 25 Jun 1832 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Note: Father's given name spelled Jephtha and surname is spelled Blackburn in record.
Died 9 Mar 1851
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0508068 Batch C034191 dated 1813-1836
1841 UK Census Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Family Search
ancestry.com
Gervis Blackburn (many spellings of his name, he wrote it Gervis)
Christened 1 Jun 1833 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Note: Father's given name spelled Jepththa and surname is spelled Blackbourne in record
Occupation: Tailor 1851-1901
Married 1) Ann Aningham 16 May 1853 Leeds, Yorkshire, England
Children: Mary, Sarah, Alice

Gervis and Ann marriage record

2) Mary Jane Holmes 1879 Sunderland, Durham, England
Children: William, Benjamin, Sarah, Margaret, Joseph, Henrietta, Robert
Died: after 1901
Buried
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0508068 Batch C034191 dated 1813-1836
1841 UK Census Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Note: name was extracted as Gertrude
1851 UK Census Lincoln, Lincolnshire, England
Note: as a lodger with the Hezelby family
1861 UK Census Sheffield, York, England
Note: With first wife, Ann, and three daughters
1871 UK Census North Leeds, York, England
Note: as a lodger with the Hutchinson family, name extracted as Jervis
1891 UK Census Newcastle Upon Tyne, Northumberland, England
Note: name spelled Gervis
1901 UK Census Benwell, Northumberland, England
Note: name spelled Gervis
Electoral Registers: Newcastle Upon Tyne, Northumberland, England at the following addresses and years: 61 Clayton Street from 1885-1895, 38 Clayton street from 1896-1899
Family Search
ancestry.com
William Blackburn
Christened 29 Jan 1835 Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Note: Father's given name spelled Jephtha and surname is spelled Blackbourne in record
Married Margaret Kennedy (widow of Mr. Smith) 10 August 1863 Stock-on-Tees, Durham, England
Children: Micheal, Mary, Benjamin, William
Note: three of the children in the census are born before the marriage date and may have belonged to her first husband. In either case, William is with Margaret in the 1861 Census and she is listed as wife - so perhaps the date of marriage is wrong?
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0508068 Batch C034191 dated 1813-1836
1841 UK Census Washingborough, Lincoln, England
Family Search
ancestry.com

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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."

Monday, December 28, 2009

Jeptha Blackburn 1783-1853 Ann Breeton 1790-1822

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