Upper Level: George Alonzo Giberson 1858-1949 Lois Maud Giberson 1867-1930

Sunday, July 18, 2010

George Alonzo Giberson 1858-1949 Lois Maud Giberson 1867-1930

George Alonzo Giberson
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George Alonzo Giberson

Parents George M Giberson and Elizabeth Broad

Born 14 Dec 1858 Holmesville, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

George Alonzo Giberson
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Married Lois Maud Giberson (his cousin) 31 Mar 1882 Holmesville, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Died 10 Mar 1949 Holmesville, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Buried: Holmesville, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Obituary (shown to left) says:

Obituary

The death of George Alonzo Giberson occurred at his home on March 10th after a lingering illness of many months.

He was 91 years of age and the son of George and Elizabeth Giberson, born in Holmesville where he resided all his lifetime.

He was widely known, a man of high ideals, hospitable, and neighborly. Many years ago he identified himself with the Christian Church and has always been a contender for the old-fashioned faith.

He is survived by one daughter, Mrs. Harry Williams of Easton, Maine, a number of grandchildren, near relatives, and many friends.
Therefore, will be much missed in the community.

Funeral service was conducted by Reverend A. Hatfield, assisted by Reverend Earl Giberson from his late home to Primitive Baptist Church, Holmesville, where many friends gathered to pay their last tribute of respect for one who had lived so long in their midst.

Hymns for the occasion were: "There is a land fairer that day" at the home. "Eastern Gate" solo by undertaker Britain, "Zion's Hill," "Abide with Me"
There were many beautiful floral tributes from family and friends. Pallbearers were relatives of the deceased: Loren, Arnold, Gordon, and George Giberson. Interment was made in the family lot of the Holmesville Cemetery, Holmesville, besides the remains of a faithful wife who predeceased him some 18 years ago.
Sources
1861 Canadian Census Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick (age 3)

1881 Canadian Census Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick (age 23)

1901 Canadian Census Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick (age 42)

1911 Canadian Census Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick (age 51)

1921 Canadian Census Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick (age 62)
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WW Waugh,1999, page 145
Obituary from his great-granddaughter, Susie Kane.
Pics of him: younger one was from Family Search c/o Eileen Lentz, the full-length shot and headstone pic came from Bessie, his granddaughter.

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/91430089/george-alonzo-giberson

George and Maude's headstone

Lois Giberson
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Lois Maude Giberson
Parents Ralph Kenny Giberson and Mary Elizabeth Ebbett

Born 4 Mar 1867 Bath, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Lois Maude Giberson

Lois and daughters, Janet and Carolyn (Carrie)

Died 30 Dec 1930 Holmesville, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Lois Maude Giberson's death certificate
Her name is only given as Mrs. Alonzo Giberson

Buried: Holmesville, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

George and Lois headstone

Sources
1871 Canadian Census Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick (age 4)
1881 Canadian Census Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick (age 14)
1901 Canadian Census Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick (age 34, now married)
1911 Canadian Census Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick (age 42)

1921 Canadian Census Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick (age 55)
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WW Waugh ,1999, page 145

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/91429807/lois-maude-giberson

CHILDREN

Ralph K Giberson
Ralph Ketchum Giberson
Born 30 May 1886 Holmesville, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Katherine Elizabeth Kinney Giberson

Married Katherine Elizabeth "Kate" Kinney 15 Jun 1910 Piercemont, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Children: Arnold, John, Marion, Lorin, Doris, Kathleen
Died 21 March 1944 Charleston, New Brunswick, Canada

Ralph and Katherine's headstone

Buried: Free Will Baptist Church, Holmesville, Carlton, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
New Brunswick Provincial Marriages
1891 Canadian Census
1901 Canadian Census
1911 Canadian Census
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WW Waugh ,1999, page 146
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/91620471/ralph-ketchum-giberson

Glasier Duncan Giberson
Born 24 Jul 1887 Holmesville, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Lillian Gladys (Lilly) Williams 19 June 1913 Moose Mountain, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Robert, Raymond, Janet
Died 30 Jul 1948 Holmesville, New Brunswick, Canada
Buried: Free Will Baptist Church, Holmesville, Carlton, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WW Waugh ,1999, page 149
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/91433627/glasier-duncan-giberson

*Janet Beatrice Giberson
Born 24 Apr 1890 Holmesville, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Married Howard Edwin Small 20 Nov 1912 Holmesville, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Janet and Howard's marriage registration
Note: he listed "Mormon" as his religious
denomination. Hers is Primitive Baptist. They were
married by one of her relatives, not her father.

Children: Joy Charles (JC), Laurel, Bessie, Valeda
Died 20 Oct 1918 Bangor, Penobscot, Maine
COD: Flu Pandemic of 1918
Buried: Hillside Cemetery, Bucksport, Bangor, Maine

Janet and Howard's headstone

Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WW Waugh ,1999, page 150
Marriage registration certificate

Death Certificate
Wedding Invitation
Her daughter, Bessie
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/21570587/janet-beatrice-small

Carolyn Elizabeth Giberson

Carolyn Elizabeth (Carrie) Giberson
Born 29 Jul 1891 Holmesville, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Carolyn's birth certificate
Note: Idella Brown (a cousin) had to write a statement that she
knew the family, saw the child, and was told this information

Married 1) Harry Williams 24 December 1910 Maine
Children: Ralph, Annie, Alonzo, Hazen
2) John William Skillen 11 August 1967 Salem, Rockingham, New Hampshire

Carolyn and John's marriage
Both were widowed

Died 13 Dec 1973 Easton, Aroostook, Maine

Buried Estes Park Cemetery, Easton, Aroostook, Maine

Carolyn and Harry's headstone

Sources
Book: John Giberson Loyalist by WW Waugh ,1999, page 153

Canadian Births and Baptisms

Maine Vital Records

Maine Marriages

Border Crossings from Canada to USA

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/194044117/caroline-elizabeth-williams
1901 Canadian Census Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada (age 9)

1921 Canadian Census Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada (age 29)

1930 US Census Easton, Aroostook, Maine (age 38)

1940 US Census Easton, Aroostook, Maine (age 48)

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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."

Sunday, July 18, 2010

George Alonzo Giberson 1858-1949 Lois Maud Giberson 1867-1930

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