Upper Level: Ephraim Grover 1738-1793 Mercy Tiffany 1743-1821

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Ephraim Grover 1738-1793 Mercy Tiffany 1743-1821

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5th great grandparents

Ephraim Grover's headstone

Ephraim Grover

Parents Ephraim Grover and Jemima Newland

Born 1 Apr 1738 Norton, Bristol, Massachusetts

Note: name spelled Epharim in record below

Ephraim's birth record

Marriage Notice (Engaged): 11 August 1764 Norton, Bristol, Massachusetts

Married Mercy Tiffany 15 Nov 1764 Norton, Bristol, Massachusetts

Ephraim Grover and Mercy's engagement and marriage record
the marriage date is signified by the 'certificate given'

Died 30 Dec 1793 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Sources
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Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/142709463/ephraim-grover

Marcy (Mercy, Marey) Tiffany
Parents William Tiffany and Marcy (Mercy or Mary) Braman

Born 19 Apr 1743 Norton, Bristol, Massachusetts
Note: her given name in the record is Mary

Marcy's birth record

Died 26 May 1821 Norton, Bristol, Massachusetts
Sources
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Birth: IGI Film 0873833 IT2 Batch C500061 dated 1639-1850
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/142709541/mercy-grover

CHILDREN

Mercy Grover
Born 26 Sep 1765 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts

Mercy's birth record

Married Asa Clark 18 September 1794 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts

Mercy and Asa's marriage record

Children: Fanny, Alpheus, Lavinia
Died 21 October 1849 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
Marriage: Massachusetts, Town Clerk, and Vital Records

Birth: Massachusetts Vital Records

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Ephraim Grover
Born 26 Oct 1767 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Never Married
No Children
Died 25 Sep 1774 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Buried
Sources
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Birth: IGI Film 0873757 IT 2 Batch C500041 dated 1731-1849
Memorial: http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=142709843
Zina Grover (male)
Born 2 Apr 1770 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Married 1) Eunice Clark 31 March 1798 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Children: did not find any
2) Ruth Wakefield 12 March 1808 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Children: Zina (male), Elizabeth, Hosea, Lowell, Elvida
3) Mrs. Mary Stewart
Died
Buried
Sources
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Birth: Massachusetts Vital Records

William's headstone
William Grover
Born 29 Jan 1773 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Married Rachel Lane 1 Sep 1799 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Children: William, Ephraim, Otis, William, Rachel, Sylvia, Zuinglius, Erastus
Died 27 Sep 1818 Mansfield, Bristol County, Massachusetts
Buried Old Town Cemetery, Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Sources
Birth: Film 0873757 IT2 Batch 500041 dated 1731-1849
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/85992235/william-grover

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Simeon's headstone
Captain Simeon Grover
Born 27 Aug 1775 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Married Sally Paine 11 October 1798 Sharon, Massachusetts

Children: Sally, unnamed baby boy, Julia, Simeon, Edwin, John
Died 14 June 1840 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Buried Old Town Cemetery, Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Sources
Birth: IGI Film 0873757 IT2 Batch 500041 dated 1731-1849
Marriage: Vital Records of Sharon,Massachusetts, Marriages page 122
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/85992216/simeon-grover

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Zelotes Grover's headstone
*Zelotes Grover
Born 28 Apr 1778 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Note: His name is spelled Zelotis in the record
Married Margaret Fletcher 23 Apr 1803 Maine
Children: Lucetta, Betsy, Syrena
Died 27 Jul 1859 Amherst, Hancock, Maine
Buried Tannery Loop Cemetery (now called Mount Rest Cemetery), Amherst, Hancock, Maine

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4th ggrandfather

Sources
Massachusetts Birth and Christenings
Birth and parents: IGI Film 0873757 IT2 Batch C500041 dated 1731-1849
1820 US Census Township 20, Hancock, Maine page 711
Note: name spelled Zelotes in record
1830 US Census Plantation 20, Hancock, Maine page 55
Note: name spelled Zlotis in record
1840 US Census Amherst, Hancock, Maine page 350
Note: name spelled Zelotus in record
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/87436822/zelotes-grover

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Azubah's headstone
*Azubah Grover
Born 30 Sep 1780 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Note: her name is given as Zubah in the record
Married William Hapworth abt 1809
Children: William, Azubah, Horatio, Fannie, Simeon, Fannie
Died 27 Dec 1857 Maine
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4th ggrandmother on the
Hapworth side and his 4th ggrandaunt
on his Grover side

Buried Mount Rest Cemetery, Amherst, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Birth: IGI Film 0873757 IT2 Batch 500041 dated 1731-1849
1850 US Census Mariaville, Hancock, Maine (age 71)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/87475906/azubah-hapworth

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Hosea Grover
Born 25 Jun 1785 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Note: his given name is spelled Hoziah in the record
Occupation: (1845-1860) Carpenter
Married 1) Jerusha Skinner 9 Mar 1808 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Children: Chester, Bennett, Betsy, Julian, William
2) Sally Tiffany 26 November 1812 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
3) Mrs. Lucy Hardon 10 Sep 1845 Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts
Note: both women were widowed at time of marriage to Hosea
Death 13 August 1860 Fall River, Bristol, Massachusetts
COD: Billious Fever (a fever associated with jaundiced eye/skin color)
Buried
Sources
1820 US Census Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts (age 35)
1830 US Census Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts (age 45)
1840 US Census Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts (age 54)
1850 US Census Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts (age 65)
1860 US Census Mansfield, Bristol, Massachusetts (age 75)
Birth: IGI Film 0873757 IT2 Batch 500041 dated 1731-1849
Marriage to Jerusha: Book: Vital Records Mansfield, Massachusetts page 110
Marriage to Sally: Massachusetts Marriages
Marriage to Lucy: Book: Vital Records Mansfield, Massachusetts page 111
Death: Massachusetts Death Records

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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."

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Ephraim Grover 1738-1793 Mercy Tiffany 1743-1821

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