Upper Level: William Willey 1734-1823 Mary Whitehouse 1738

Thursday, May 20, 2010

William Willey 1734-1823 Mary Whitehouse 1738

William Willey's initials on headstone

William Willey
Parents Samuel Willey and Elizabeth (unknown surname)
Born 19 Mar 1734 Brookfield, Strafford, New Hampshire
Note: county changed to Carroll in 1840
Christened 25 Jul 1736 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire

Revolutionary War

William's Revolutionary War Record
Note: he enlisted for three years according to the book

Military: Indian Scout in New Hampshire during American Revolution

5th GGrandfather

Married Mary Whitehouse abt 1757 Brookfield, Strafford, New Hampshire
Died 18 Mar 1823 Brookfield, Strafford, New Hampshire
Note: see the information about counties changing in 1840
Buried Willey Family Cemetery, Brookfield, Carroll (then Strafford), New Hampshire
Sources
1790 US Census Middleton, Strafford, New Hampshire
Note: 4 females and two males - one over age 16 and one under
1810 US Census Brookfield, Strafford, New Hampshire
Note: 3 people, 1 male under 10 (likely a grandson), 1 over age 45 (himself), one female age 26-44 (likely his second wife)
NOTE ABOUT THE CHANGE OF COUNTY: in 1840, Carroll County was set off from Strafford, Brookfield went with Carroll. This is why Brookfield can appear as both.
Book: U.S. Revolutionary War Rolls New Hampshire
New England Genealogical and Historical Register
Dover, NH vital records 1693-1838 and 1686-1850
Some Descendants of Allen Willey Compiled by Ken Willey (1998)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/103685529/william-m-willey

5th GGrandmother

Mary Whitehouse
Parents: William Whitehouse and Lucy Turner
Born 2 Apr 1738 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire
Christened 12 May 1738 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire
Died 1780 Brookfield, Strafford (now Carroll), New Hampshire
Buried Willey Family Cemetery, Brookfield, Carroll, New Hampshire
Note: county changed from Strafford to Carroll in 1840
Sources
New England Genealogical and Historical Register
Dover, NH vital records 1693-1838 and 1686-1850
Some Descendants of Allen Willey Compiled by Ken Willey (1998)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/123153708/mary-elizabeth-willey

CHILDREN

John Willey
Born abt 1758 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire
Married Betsy Jones about 1783 Brookfield, Strafford, New Hampshire
Children Nancy, Anne, Rebecca, Mary, Clarissa, Elizabeth, Nathaniel
Died before 1810
Buried Brookfield, Carroll, New Hampshire
Sources
New England Genealogical and Historical Register
Family Search
ancestry.com
William Willey (Jr.)
Born abt 1760 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire
Married 1) Sally Heard 8 Dec 1800 Wolfeboro, Strafford, New Hampshire
Note: Clergyman was Issac Townsend
Children: James, Nathaniel, Eliza, William, Sally
2) Sally Head 17 Sep 1818 Conway, Strafford, New Hampshire
Note: Clergyman was Eben Bray
Children: Charles
Died
Buried: Willey Family Cemetery, Brookfield, Carroll, New Hampshire
Sources
New England Genealogical and Historical Register
Marriage to Sally Heard: IGI Film 1001318 Batch M731557 dated 1900
Family Search
ancestry.com
Josiah Willey
Born 10 Jun 1762 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire
Married Sally Drew 1781 Wolfeboro, Strafford, New Hampshire
Children: Mary, Isaac, Betsy, Dolly, Stephen, Josiah, Valentine, Hannah, Sally, Lydia
Died 19 Jan 1839 Wolfeboro, Strafford, New Hampshire
Buried: Willey Family Cemetery, Brookfield, Carroll, New Hampshire
Sources
New England Genealogical and Historical Register
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/201040827/josiah-willey

Nathaniel Willey headstone

Nathaniel Willey
Born 9 Aug 1765 Dover, Strafford, New Hampshire
Occupation: Farmer (1850)
Married Dorothy Quimby 20 Mar 1786 Wolfeboro, Strafford, New Hampshire
Children: Dorothy, Eliphalet, Mary, Sally, William, Mehitable, John
Died 23 Sep 1860 Wolfeboro, Strafford, New Hampshire
Buried: Daniel Cate Graveyard, Wolfeboro, Strafford (now Carroll), New Hampshire
Sources
Birth: New Hampshire Birth Records
New England Genealogical and Historical Register
1840 US Census Wolfeboro, Strafford, New Hampshire
1850 US Census Wolfeboro, Strafford, New Hampshire (85 years old, living with daughter Mary's family)
1860 US Census Wolfeboro, Strafford, New Hampshire (94 years old, living with daughter Mary's family)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/146234664/nathaniel-willey
Stephen Willey
Born Sep 1767 Wakefield, Carroll, New Hampshire
Married 1) Catherine Babb abt 1806
2) Comfort McCoy 1809 Durham, Strafford, New Hampshire
Children: Thomas, Comfort, Stephen, Moses
Died 12 Mar 1840
Buried: Willey Family Cemetery, Brookfield, Carroll, New Hampshire
26 April 2020 Note: the findagrave picture of the headstone is wrong. It belongs to his Uncle Stephen who died in 1810 - someone tried to 'make' it fit with this man
Sources
Marriage to Comfort: Index to marriages, early to 1900
New England Genealogical and Historical Register
Family Search
ancestry.com
Moses Willey
Born abt 1769 Wakefield, Carroll, New Hampshire
Married Susannah Cook 1800 Brookfield, Strafford, New Hampshire
Children: William, Moses, Henry, Mary
Died 1831 Lee, New Hampshire
Buried
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Turner Willey
Born 10 Feb 1772 Wakefield, Carroll, New Hampshire
Married Esther Gilman Drew 1795 New Hampshire
Children: Jonathan, Daniel, Elizabeth, Rebecca, Turner, Mary, John, Simon, Ester, Stephen
Note: his oldest son, Jonathan Willey, had a bitter land dispute with Turner and legally changed his name and his family's surnames to Gilman. He became David Gilman.
Died after 1850
Buried Mount Rest Cemetery, Athens, Somerset, Maine
Sources
1850 US Census Bingham, Somerset, Maine, (age 80, he and wife Esther are living with their son, John)
Birth: IGI Film 0010566 Batch C522511 dated 1885 (no parents listed)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Polly Willey
Born abt 1774 Wakefield, Carroll, New Hampshire
Married James Deland abt 1796 Brookfield, Carroll, New Hampshire
No Children
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Elizabeth Willey
Born 1776 Durham, Strafford, New Hampshire
Married James Burke 12 Nov 1795 Brookfield, Strafford, New Hampshire
Children: Stephen, Daniel
Died:
Buried:
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Charles Willey
Born abt 1778 Wakefield, Carroll, New Hampshire
Died Lincoln, Penobscot Maine
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com

4th GGrandmother - HE

*Betsy Willey
Born 1780 Wakefield, Carroll, New Hampshire
Married Eliphalet Quimby 10 Oct 1797 New Hampshire
Children: Gilman, Lovinia, William, Hepzibah, Alvin, Josiah
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/129230618/betsey-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."

Thursday, May 20, 2010

William Willey 1734-1823 Mary Whitehouse 1738

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