Upper Level: Jonathan Ogden 1736-1807 Nancy Howell 1740-1825

Friday, January 8, 2010

Jonathan Ogden 1736-1807 Nancy Howell 1740-1825

Jonathan's headstone - wife's name is at bottom

Jonathan Ogden
Born 26 Aug 1736 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland, British Colonial America
Parents: John Ogden and Mary Osborn
NOTE on findagrave about parents: "no source or documentation demonstrating this has been found. It is more likely that he was a descendant of either James Ogden or Jonathan Ogden who were transported to Maryland in 1660 and 1680 (see "The New Early Settlers of Maryland" by Dr. Carson Gibb)"

Married Nancy Howell 1766
Died 13 Aug 1807
Buried with his wife (her name is on the bottom of the stone) Ogden Family Graveyard, Worthington, Marion, West Virginia

Note: Dates on headstone (1746-1808) vary from those in Ancestral File. It's unclear if this was an original headstone.

Short history donated to findagrave by Donald F. Hanes, Othello, Wisconsin, but is also available on Family Search

THE JONATHAN OGDEN'S COME TO VIRGINIA

"In about the mid and late 1700's, the town of Port Tobacco, Maryland was a thriving community of people building new lives for themselves. The area was a world of beautiful plantations from which products, particularly tobacco, were shipped out via the Port Tobacco River to England. Returning ships brought back not only necessities, but also "fancies" to be enjoyed. This was early America's Port Tobacco, a happy and prosperous community.

Living in this beautiful land was the family of one Jonathan Ogden, consisting of Jonathan, his wife Anne, who had been born and raised at Howell's Delight, one of the fine plantations in the area, and their ten children: Tabitha, William R., Mary, Sarah, Samuel, Nathan, Susannah, Nancy Ann and Elizabeth. Life was good. But years bring change and so they did to Port Tobacco. First, the Revolutionary War, then and probably even more damaging, the river which had been the life blood of the community, began to silt badly, making transportation and shipping almost impossible. Without the river, times declined, causing many to leave the area. Thus, the story of the Ogden family.

In the late 1790's, William, Jonathan's oldest son, joined a party of immigrants and crossed the Allegheny Mountains into Virginia. The land looked inviting, the soil was rich, and water and timber were plentiful. No question -- this would be their new home. After a year or so, William returned to Port Tobacco, hoping to convince his family to join him. With one exception, Samuel, all agreed. The Jonathan Ogden family was on its way.

Definite dates are unknown. However, on 9 Feb. 1804 an "Indenture was drawn up granting Jonathan and Thomas a certain parcel of land, the description of which is very interesting. For a consideration of $100.00 they were granted a parcel of land in the County of Harrison, State of Virginia. Boundaries were the West Fork River, and others described in words, such as: "Beginning at a Mulberry tree", "86 poles to a chestnut," "24 poles to the mouth of the run," etc. It would contain 100 acres, "together with all privileges and commodities thereto belonging or in any wise appertaining with all its appurtenances."

The last paragraph was very clear -- 'To have and to hold the said tract or parcel of land with all its appurtenances unto the said Jonathan Ogden and Thomas Ogden and their heirs and assigns forever."

Jonathan died in 1807 and was buried in a private cemetery close to the house in which they lived. Anne continued to live until 1825 and is buried at Jonathan's side.

The Jonathan Ogden's planted their roots deep into the Virginia soil and since that time many descendants have taken their places and carried out their responsibilities in the affairs of community and state. They helped this new country grow into what, in 1863, was to become the 35th state of the Union -- West Virginia."
Sources
1790 US Census Charles County, Maryland
1800 US Census Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
West Virginia Estate Settlements
West Virginia Wills and Probate records
North America Family Histories
Family Search
Headstone and family history: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/11479078/jonathan-ogden

Headstone mentions her, I'm not sure
if she is buried here with him or not

Nancy Anne Howell
Born abt 1740 Howell's Delight Plantation, Charles, Maryland

Parents: Paul Howell and Mary Lanum
Died abt 1825 Enterprise, Harrison, West Virginia

Buried with her husband (see above photo) in Ogden Family Graveyard, Worthington, Marion, West Virginia
Sources
Family Search
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/112346070/nancy-anne-ogden

CHILDREN

Tabitha Ogden
Born 17 Sep 1767 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Married (Widower) Uzziah Eusebius Barnes 15 Apr 1809 Harrison, West Virginia
No Children that I have found other than his kids from first marriage
Died 24 June 1833 Wayne County, Ohio
Buried
Sources
Ohio Wills and probate Records
West Virginia Marriages

Ohio, Rutherford B. Hayes Presidential Center Obituary Index, 1810's-2013

Family Search
ancestry.com

William Rhody Ogden headstone

William Rhody Ogden
Born 16 Oct 1769 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Married Phebe Hall 27 Nov 1806 Maryland
Children: Nancy, John, Elizabeth, Thomas, Emily, Tabitha, Harrison Silas

Died 1 Oct 1851

Buried Shinnston Masonic Cemetery, Shinnston, Harrison, West Virginia
Sources
West Virginia Wills and Probate Records
Family Search
ancestry.com

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/30406617/william-rhody-ogden

Mary Ogden
Born 15 Jan 1772 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Married Jeremiah Albert Robey 16 Jul 1790 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Children: James, Elizabeth, Nancy, Sarah, Elizabeth, Ezekiah & Mary (twins), William, Randolph, Jeremiah, Hezekiah, Henderson, Matilda, Rebecca, Evaline
Died 3 Jan 1849 Enterprise, Harrison, West Virginia
Buried
Sources
Family Search
Thomas Ogden
Born 30 Sep 1775 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Married Elizabeth Moore 1793
Children: Mary, Anna, William, Benjamin, Baby girl, Samuel, Ann, Nathan, Johnathan
Died 13 Apr 1830 West Virginia

Buried Ogden Family Cemetery, West Virginia (I didn't find him there)
Sources
Family Search
Elizabeth Ogden
Born Abt 1776 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Died Abt 1777
Sources
Family Search
Sarah Ogden
Born 5 May 1778 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Married John Martin abt 1799
Children: Sarah, John
Died 12 February 1854 West Virginia
Buried Mudlick Cemetery, Shinnston, West Virginia
Sources
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/82335417/sarah-martin
Family Search
Samuel Ogden
Born Feb 1781 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Married ?
Children?
Died after 1807 (he is mentioned in his father's will)
Buried
Sources
Family Search

Nathan Ogden headstone

Nathan Ogden
Born 15 Apr 1783 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Married 1) Eleanor Kidwell 1803
Children: William, Rebecca, James, Sarah, John, George, Mary, Samuel, Lucinda, Rebecca, Polly
2) Elizabeth Cullison Cole 14 Oct 1836
Children: Joshua, Jesse
Died 28 Dec 1867 Barbour County, West Virginia
Buried Pleasant Creek Methodist Church Cemetery, Barbour, West Virginia
Note: his second wife, Elizabeth, was buried in the same Cemetery
Sources
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/88413584/nathan-ogden
Family Search

Memorial in Pioneer Cemetery,
her name is listed here

*Susannah Ogden
Born 11 Oct 1785 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Married Mark Bigler 7 Nov 1805 Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois
Died 14 Mar 1847 Winter Quarters, Douglas, Nebraska
COD: Consumption (Tuberculosis)

Buried Pioneer Cemetery, Winter Quarters, Douglas, Nebraska
Sources
Family Search
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/32024012/susannah-bigler

Nancy and John's headstone

Nancy Ann Ogden
Born 25 Apr 1788 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Married 1) John Richardson abt 1810
Children: William, Samuel, Tabitha, Thomas, Elizabeth, Polly, James, John, Sarah, Nancy, Mary
2) Jacob Swiger 11 Sep 1833 West Virginia
Died 10 Feb 1858

Buried Shinnston Memorial Cemetery, West Virginia
Note: this stone is not from this time period and must have been placed by their descendants. Note: the cement foundation looks older than the stone which sits on it - crookedly.
Sources
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/95425031/nancy-ann-richardson
Family Search
Elizabeth Ogden
Born 22 Nov 1790 Port Tobacco, Charles, Maryland
Died Bef 1798
Sources
Family Search

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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."

Friday, January 8, 2010

Jonathan Ogden 1736-1807 Nancy Howell 1740-1825

Ohio, Rutherford B. Hayes Presidential Center Obituary Index, 1810's-2013

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