Upper Level: Jacob Bigler 1752-1829 Hannah Booher 1760-1853

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Jacob Bigler 1752-1829 Hannah Booher 1760-1853

Jacob Bigler Memorial

Jacob Bigler
Born Abt 1752 Bucks County, Pennsylvania

Military: Revolutionary War: Son of the immigrant Mark Bigler, he was raised in Carroll County, Maryland. On July 28, 1776, he enlisted as a private in the Sixth Company of the German Regiment of Foot commanded by Col. Baron Arendt, sometimes referred to as Captain George P. Keeport's First German Batallion of Continental Troops in Maryland.
Married Hannah Booher 29 Mar 1779 West Virginia
Died 29 Sep 1829 Enterprise, Harrison, West Virginia
Note: He was originally buried in his apple orchard. Later, his grave was dug up and dirt from it moved to the IOOF Cemetery in Enterprise, West Virginia where a monument to him was erected
Sources
Article in the 26 Oct 1978 edition of the Shinniston West Virginia Newspaper supplied by David A. Swiger
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/89770804/jacob-bigler

Hannah's headstone

Hannah Booher (Booker, Boocher etc.)
Born: abt 1760 Pennsylvania
Died: 18 Jul 1853 Saltwell, Harrison, West Virginia (age 93)

Buried: Righter Cemetery, Saltwell, Harrison, West Virginia
Sources
News clipping: Part of the article in the 26 Oct 1978 edition of the Shinniston West Virginia Newspaper supplied by David A. Swiger
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=5714468

CHILDREN

Sarah Bigler
Born 30 Apr 1780 Somerset, Pennsylvania
Married John Righter 17 Apr 1795 Harrison County, West Virginia

Note: John's surname was extracted as Roghter in one of the records.
Children: Jacob, Marian, John, Elizabeth, Abraham, Peter
2) Cyrus Ross 18 Oct 1822 Harrison County, West Virginia
Note: Cyrus died 8 Mar 1872 in Booths Creek, Harrison, West Virginia and was listed as married at time of death.

Died 7 Jul 1880 Harrison county, West Virginia
Note: She was a few months over a hundred years old - there could be some information on that in their local news if they had any.
Buried: Righter Cemetery, Saltwell, Harrison, West Virginia
Note: The burial place (listed on findagrave) is a maybe in my mind. She was married to John Righter for about 27 years, but she was married to Cyrus for nearly 50 - why would the Righters allow her to be buried in their cemetery? Maybe she simply outlived everyone that knew or cared?
Sources
Marriage to John: West Virginia Marriages 1854-1932 Film 250015 Batch M01504-4 Book 1 p 9
Marriage to Cyrus: West Virginia Marriages 1780-1970 V 3 page 8
Note: her surname spelled Riter and his name spelled or extracted as Syrus and/or Rofs in records
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/136286651/sarah-righter_-_ross
Hannah Bigler
Born 30 Jan 1783 Somerset, Pennsylvania
Married James McCauley 18 Apr 1799 Harrison County, West Virginia
Note: His surname is spelled Mccally in the record
Children: Rebecca, Jacob, Charles
Sources
West Virginia Marriages 1854-1932 Film 250015 Batch M01504-4 Book 1 p 15
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/136286866/hannah-mccally
*Mark Bigler
Born 19 May 1785 Shinnston, Harrison, West Virginia
Married Susannah Ogden 4 Nov 1805 Harrison County, West Virginia
Note: Her name is spelled Susanna in the record
Children: Agnes, Hannah, Nancy, Jacob, Jonathan, Marie, Nancy, Sarah, Melissa, Bathsheba
Died 23 Sep 1859 Quincy, Adams, Illinois
Sources
Marriage: West Virginia Marriages 1854-1932 Film 163841 Batch 100404-4
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/32023170/mark-bigler

Ruth Bigler Whiteman headstone

Ruth Bigler
Born 28 Apr 1788 Enterprise, Harrison, West Virginia
Married Able Whiteman 1 Sep 1800 Harrison County, West Virginia
Children: Edward, Hannah, Edmond, Rachel, Nancy (this information came from her memorial on findagrave. Family Search has 10 children listed)
Died 23 March 1830 West Virginia
Buried Adamsville Cemetery, Harrison, West Virginia
Sources
Marriage: West Virginia Marriages 1854-1932 Film 163841 Batch 100404-4
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/76519041/ruth-whiteman

Nancy Ann Bigler
Born 29 Nov 1790 Enterprise, Harrison, West Virginia
Married 1) Henry Whiteman 29 Aug 1808 Harrison County, West Virginia
2) Josiah W Fleming 5 Jun 1828 Harrison County, West Virginia
Died 1842
Sources
Marriage to Henry: West Virginia Marriages 1854-1932 Film 163841 Batch 100404-4
Marriage to Josiah: West Virginia Marriages 1854-1932 Film 250015 Batch M01504-4 P27
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/136287011/nancy-ann-whiteman

Jacob Bigler Jr headstone

Jacob Bigler (Jr.)
Born 9 Jun 1793 West Fork River Valley, Harrison, West Virginia
Married 1) Mary (Elizabeth) Harvey 24 Mar 1814 Harrison County, West Virginia
Note: there are several extractions for this marriage - her name changes from Mary Harver to Mary Harvey, to Elizabeth Harvey and the date changes from March 24 to May 14.
Children: Henry, Mary, Hannah, Emeline, Bathsheba
2) Sarah (Sally) Cunningham 8 Dec 1827 Harrison County, West Virginia
Children: Adam, Jacob, Mark, Andrew, Sally

Died 3 Sep 1859 Farmington, Davis, Utah

Buried Farmington Cemetery, Farmington, Davis, Utah Plot: E-29-2
Sources
Marriage to Mary: West Virginia Marriages 1854-1932 Film 847273 Batch
M53574-1
Marriage to Sarah: West Virginia Marriages 1854-1932 Film 163842 Batch 100404-7
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=108261
Note: his memorial page on findagrave has a brief lifesketch
Henry W Bigler

Born 24 Apr 1796 Enterprise, Harrison, West Virginia
Married Hannah Dickenson/Dickerson 3 Oct 1822 Harrison County, West Virginia
Died 8 Sep 1859 West Virginia
Sources
West Virginia Marriages 1854-1932 Film 255015 Batch M01504-4 P5
Family Search
ancestry.com

Bathsheba's headstone

Bathsheba Bigler
Born 29 Jun 1798 Enterprise, Harrison, West Virginia
Married William Smith 30 Sep 1821 Clarksburg, Harrison, West Virginia
Note: her name in the record is spelled Basheba
Children: Charlotte
Died 17 Nov 1826 West Virginia
Buried: Smith Cemetery Simpson Creek, Bridgeport, Harrison, West Virginia
Sources
West Virginia Marriages 1854-1932 Film 255015 Batch M01504-4 P3
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/64364511/bathsheba-smith

Marian (Mariah) Bigler
Born 29 Jan 1801 Enterprise, Harrison, West Virginia
Married William Flowers 25 Jan 1820 Clarksburg, Harrison, West Virginia
Note: her name in the record is Marian
Children: Rebecca, William, Mary, John, Washington, Mary, Robert, Anna
Died 5 Feb 1879 West Virginia
Sources
West Virginia Marriages 1854-1932 Film 163842 Batch 100404-7
Family Search
ancestry.com
Rebecca Bigler
Born 1803 Enterprise, Harrison, West Virginia
Died 1803 West Virginia
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

3 comments:

UnknownFebruary 19, 2011 at 11:42 AM
Loved your website and that you are endeavoring to find all the sources! I also descend through Jacob and Hannah Booher Bigler. So Hi cousin!
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ChrisApril 29, 2014 at 11:12 PM
I am a a great granddaughter of Henry William Bigler. I am pretty sure his death date is much later. You can contact me at cb.Garloch55@ Gmail.com
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MichelleApril 30, 2014 at 6:33 AM
I tried to contact you by email, but the email you gave was invalid according to my service. I would love to have the correct information.

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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."