Upper Level: William Willey Quimby 1807-1875 Martha A Lowell 1820-1897

Friday, April 16, 2010

William Willey Quimby 1807-1875 Martha A Lowell 1820-1897

William

William Willey Quimby

William's headstone

Parents Eliphalet Quimby and Elizabeth (Betsy) Willey
Born 1 Feb 1807 Athens, Somerset, Maine
Occupation: Farmer
Married 1) Polly Tibbets about 1834 Maine
Children: Alvin
2) Martha A Lowell 1 May 1836 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Died 7 Dec 1875 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Buried: Hillside Cemetery, Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Sources
1830 US Census Athens, Somerset, Maine (lists 3 people under 20 and 2 over)
1840 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (lists 2 males, 3 females)
1850 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
1860 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 54)
1870 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 63, invalid)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/72720527/william-willey-quimby
Family Search
ancestry.com

William and Martha Quimby
from book: Seed of Eliphalet Quimby page 5

Martha

Martha A Lowell

Martha's headstone

Parents: Anson Lowell and Mary F Baker
Born 30 Aug 1820 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Died 13 Apr 1897 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Buried: Hillside Cemetery, Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Sources
1840 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (lists 2 males, 3 females)
1850 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 30)
1860 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 42)
1870 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 50)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/72720534/martha-a-quimby
Family Search
ancestry.com

CHILDREN

Haskell and
Mary's headstone

Mary T. Quimby
Born 8 April 1838 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Married Haskell H Grey 14 Oct 1855 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Children: Frank, Joseph, William, Martha, Hattie, Hester, Alice, Arthur
Died 13 Jan 1913 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Note: on her death record, it claimed she lived 75y 9m 5d
Buried Hillside Cemetery, Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Sources
Marriage: Maine Marriages, 1771-1907 FHL microfilm 11,726
1860 US census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 22)
1870 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 32)
1880 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 41)
1900 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 62, widowed)
1910 US Census Orrington, Penobscot, Maine (age 72, living with daughter, Alice's, family)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/74687584/mary-t_-gray
Family Search
ancestry.com

Dorcas's headstone - her
infant daughter, Mahitable,
was buried here as well.

*Dorcas Jane Quimby
To see her as a parent click here: https://upperlevelgen.blogspot.com/2010/02/otis-harriman-small1830-1906-dorcas.html
Born 12 Jul 1840 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Married Otis Harriman Small 17 Jan 1858 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Children: William, Annie, Celia, Mahitable (who was buried with her)
Special story concerning Mahitable, the last child born to Dorcas and Otis:
At the bottom of the headstone is a note about an infant child. The child was first entered in records as a boy but there was still a question. We fasted and prayed as a family and received the answer that the child was a girl. There is more to the story, but you'd have to go to Family Search to read about it.
Died 26 Sep 1879 East Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Buried: Hillside Cemetery, Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 10)
1860 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 19)
1870 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 29)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/65633482/dorcas-jane-small
Family Search
ancestry.com
Marriage Certificate (you can see this on the blog post where she is a parent. Just clink the link under her name)
Anna Levinia Quimby
Born 1842 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Married George Edwin Phillips 16 Dec 1864 Windsor, Kennebuc, Maine
Children: Delmar, Eddie
Died
Buried Woodlawn Cemetery, Everett, Middlesex, Massachusetts
Sources
1850 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 8)
Note: name is given as Levinia
1860 US Census Exeter, Rockingham, New Hampshire (age 18, living with Burnham family)
1865 Massachusetts State Census Charlestown, Middlesex, Massachusetts (age 23)
1870 US Census Melrose, Middlesex, Massachusetts (age 28)
1880 US Census Melrose, Middlesex, Massachusetts (age 38)
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/180773023/anna-levinia-phillips
Family Search
ancestry.com

Civil War Casualty

William A Quimby
Born 16 Mar 1844 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Military: Union Army, Civil War Enrolled 6 Sep 1862 and served in Company E, 11th Regiment Maine Volunteers.

William's headstone

Died 16 Aug 1864 Deep Run, Virginia
COD: Killed in Action - he fell in battle at the taking of Wheldon Railroad. His name is on the new Veteran Memorial downtown Bucksport in the Field of Valor.
Buried Hillside Cemetery, Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 6)
1860 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 16)
U.S. Civil War Soldiers
U.S. Civil War Pension Index
U.S. Registers of Deaths of Volunteers
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/71438746/william-a_-quimby
Family Search
ancestry.com
Fannie Isobel Quimby
Born 5 April 1846 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Married John Davis 1863 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Children: George, Sherman, infant
Died 24 Feb 1927 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Buried Hillside Cemetery, Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 4)
1860 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 16)
1880 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 34)
1900 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 54)
1910 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 64, widowed)
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/95054154/fannie-davis
Family Search
ancestry.com

George and Hannah's
headstone

George Leonard Quimby
Born 19 May 1849 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Married Hannah June Davis 7 Oct 1867 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Children: Viola, Winslow, Isaac, Martha, Marcia, Earl
Died 10 Jun 1909 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Buried: Evergreen Cemetery, Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 1)
1860 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 11)
1880 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 32)
1900 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 52)
Family Search
ancestry.com

Josiah Quimby death record

Josiah Quimby
Born 16 Dec 1850 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Married Della Armine Starr 26 Jan 1878 Orland, Hancock, Maine
Children: John, Sherman
Died 2 Feb 1916 Orrington, Penobscot, Maine
Buried
Sources
1860 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 9)
1870 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 19)
1880 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 29)
1900 US Census Orrington, Penobscot, Maine (age 49)
1910 US Census Orrington, Penobscot, Maine (age 59)
Maine Death Records
Family Search
ancestry.com
Silas Emery Quimby

Born 10 December 1853 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Married 1) Sarah Elizabeth (Lizzie) Abbott 8 December 1876 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
2) ??? about 1886
Children: Myrtle, Elliott, Edward, Pansie
Died 7 Jan 1901 Bucksport, Hancock, Maine
Buried
Sources
1870 US Census Bucksport, Hancock, Maine (age 16)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/100893090/emery-s_-quimby

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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, April 16, 2010

William Willey Quimby 1807-1875 Martha A Lowell 1820-1897

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