Upper Level: John Giberson 1789-1834 Lydia Orser 1793-1877

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John Giberson 1789-1834 Lydia Orser 1793-1877

John (Jack) Giberson (Jr)
Born abt 1788 New Brunswick, Canada
Occupation: Farmer, Miller (at time of his children's christenings/baptisms)
Parents John Giberson and Elizabeth (Betsy) Brown
Married Lydia Orser 23 Mar 1811, Wakefield, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Died 27 Jun 1834 Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
New Brunswick Courier, 19 Jul 1834:
Accident 17th, William Giberson of Parish of Kent was falling a tree. It struck one that had been lodged against another and broke it away. Both fell together and struck John Giberson, Father of William, a severe blow to the head, so as to cause his death at age 46.
Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WF Waugh, 1999, pages 10, 12-13
Family Search
Lydia Orser
Born 1793 York, New Brunswick, Canada
Parents William Orser and Mary Craig
Died 14 Aug 1877 Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Obituary: Carleton Sentinal, 27 Oct 1877
At Bath, Kent, on the 14th August last, the widow of the late John Giberson, aged 83 years, 10 months. The deceased was the mother of 10 children, 98 grandchildren, 90 great grand children. A widow for 43 years, she devoted herself faithfully to the careful upbringing of her own children, 2 adopted children besides several of her grandchildren. She was always hospitable to the full extent of her means, and got her living by the sweat of her face. For 5 months before her death she became helpless and during this time often used to speak of her conversion when a little child. A number of years after her conversion she was baptized by her brother Rev. G.W. Orser. She lived a Christian to the last. Her funeral was attended by Elder Estabrook, assisted by Rev. G.W. Orser. A sermon was preached from Revelations 14th Chapter and 13th verse. "Even down to old age all my people shall prove His sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love, And when hoary hairs shall my temples adorn Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be borne."
Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WF Waugh, 1999, pages 10,12
1861 Census Kent Parish, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada (she's living with her daughter Esther)
1871 Census Kent Parish, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada (still with Esther) page 21 line 11 Family 72
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CHILDREN

William Orser Giberson
Born 1812 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Christening: 25 Dec 1818 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Note: the christening year is suspect. It looks like it might have been a typo-o
Married Temperance Kinney 1834 Bristol, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Stephen, James, John, Mariah, Ralph, Emily, Caroline, Phebe, Lydia, Elizabeth
Died 1887
Buried: Currie Cemetery, Bath, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Note on findagrave claims no marker
Obituary:
(Deacon) William O Giberson
Died at Bath on the 14th inst. Deacon William O. Giberson, on the 76th year of his age, leaving wife, four sons & 5 daughters and a large number of relatives and friends to mourn their loss. The deceased was widely known, respected by all. His funeral sermon was preached by Rev. S.E. Currie; 3 other ministers took part in the services. His remains were followed to the grave by hundreds; Seldom has there been seen so large a concourse of people in that place.
Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WF Waugh, 1999, page 13
Christening: Anglican Church Record of Baptisms 1812-1830
Obituary: Carleton Sentinal, 22 Oct 1887
1851 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada Census
1861 Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada Census
1871 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada Census
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=94970467
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John Giberson III
Birth: 1814 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Christening: 7 August 1814 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Occupation: Lumberman (1851) Hotel Keeper (1881)
Married 1) Alice K Tompkins abt 1835
Children: Margaret, Randolph, Frances, Horace, Lydia, Mary, William, Whitfield, Charles, Josephine, Mary, Winston, Helen
2) Agnes (unknown surname)
Died 2 Oct 1888 Bath, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Buried Currie Cemetery, Bath, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WF Waugh, 1999, page 13, 67
Christening: Anglican Church Record of Baptisms 1812-1830
1851 New Brunswick, Canada Census
1861 Canada Census
1871 Canada Census
1881 Canada Census
Family Search
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=177333574
Daniel I Giberson
Born 1816 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Christening: 16 May 1816 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Occupation: Farmer
Married Sarah Hathaway abt 1836
Children: Mary, John, Catherine, Climelia, Wellington, Absalom, Deliliah, Rebecca
Died 4 Feb 1895 Bath, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Carleton Sentinal, 9 Feb 1895
Obituary: Died at bath on the 4th, Daniel Giberson, age 79 years. Leaves wife, three sons & 4 daughters
Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WF Waugh, 1999, page 13, 77
Christening: Anglican Church Record of Baptisms 1812-1830
Family Search

*George M Giberson
Born 6 Jan 1818 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Christening 22 September 1818 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Elizabeth Broad 12 Jan 1853 Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Aaron, Alice, George, Charles, Prince, MaryAnn, Merrill, Earlon, Frederick, Ransford
Died 7 May 1902 Holmesville, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Obituary: Carleton Sentinal 16 May 1902
George Giberson of Giberson Settlement died 7 May, age 81 years, leaving wife, 4 sons & 1 daughter
Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WF Waugh, 1999, page 13, 140-141
Christening: Anglican Church Record of Baptisms 1812-1830
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=92900488

Elizabeth L (Betsy) Giberson
Born 7 Jul 1821 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Charles Alexander Parker 10 Apr 1844 Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Mary, Margaret, Frances, James, George, Martha, Emma, Howard, William
Died 13 Jul 1896 Wicklow, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Carleton Sentinel, 1 Aug 1896
Obituary: Died at Wicklow, July 13, Besty L., widow of Alexander Parker, aged 76 years, Left five daughters and four sons.
Buried 1896 Barker Cemetery, Bath, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WF Waugh, 1999, page 13, 203
Family Search
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=92486318

James D Giberson
Born 21 Feb 1824 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Jane Broad 27 Nov 1851 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Howard, Hanford, Martha, Alfred, Holland, Mary, Charles, Lydia
Died 21 Feb 1875 Bath, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Carleton Sentinal, 6 Mar 1875
Obituary: Died James D Giberson at Bath, 21 February, age 51 years
Buried: 1875 Barker Cemetery, Bath, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WF Waugh, 1999, page 13, 179
Family Search
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=94898769
Mary Ann Giberson
Born 1826 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Daniel Barker 10 Oct 1850 Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Latitia, Wiley, Temperance, William, Agnes, Lydia, Blanch, Alletia, Samuel, Amelia (adopted)
Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WF Waugh, 1999, page 13
1851 Census for Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
1861 Census for Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
1871 Census for Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
1881 Census for Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
1900 Presque Isle Town Canadian Census

Esther Giberson
Born 6 Apr 1828 Bath, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Jacob Charles McCready 9 Jul 1855 Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Allison (male), Herman
Died 24 Nov 1915 Denver, Colorado
Buried 25 Nov 1915 Delta Cemetery, Delta, Delta, Colorado
Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WF Waugh, 1999, page 13
1851 Census for Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
1861 Census Kent Parish, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada (mother with them)
1871 Census Kent Parish, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada (her mother with them) page 21 line 11
1885 US Census Ouray, Colorado
1900 US Census Delta, Delta, Colorado
1910 US Census Denver, Colorado
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=25359468

Aaron Giberson
Born Feb 1831 Wakefield, York, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Eunice Currie 29 Jul 1851 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Elsie, Stephen, Ruth, George, Manzer, Aaron, Joseph, Harriet, Lydia, Hannah, James, Esther, Frederick
Died 26 Sep 1917 Caribou, Aroostook, Maine
Buried: Currie Cemetery, Beechwood, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WF Waugh, 1999, page 13, 192
1871 Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada Census (age 40)
1881 Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada Census (age 50)
1900 US Census Caribou, Aroostook, Maine (age 60)
1910 US Census Van Buren, Aroostook, Maine ( age 70)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=94883694

Gilbert F Giberson (listed as adopted son on 1861 Census records)
Born 6 May 1851 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married 1) Georgiana Lloyd
Children: Harry, Leticia, William, Clara
2) Murilla (Kearney) Crain
Died 1930 Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
1861 Census listed as 'adopted son'
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WF Waugh, 1999, page 13, 207

1 comment:

ChuckJanuary 31, 2016 at 4:33 PM
Thank you for posting this ... Elizabeth (Betsy) Giberson and Charles Alexander Parker were my great grandparents.
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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."