Upper Level: William Orser 1763-1844 Mary Craig 1770-1799

Sunday, July 18, 2010

William Orser 1763-1844 Mary Craig 1770-1799

William Orser was a Loyalist

William Orser (a Tory)
Parents Jan Orser and Ragel (Rachel) Belyea (Bulyea)
Note: original spelling of his surname was Aarse
Born 11 September 1763 Phillipsburg, New York, British Colonial America
Military: Revolutionary War as a United Empire Loyalist (stayed loyal to England). After serving in the King George's American Dragoons, he moved to Prince William, York, New Brunswick.

Plaque commemorating William as founder of the town of Hartland

Married 1) Mary Craig abt 1790 Fredricton, York, New Brunswick, Canada
LIFE NOTE: After William Orser had married a Miss Mary Craig, Mr Orser was given a farm [settled 1797, granted 1809] which took in the land at the mouth of the Becaguimic River and a little above its mouth, and down near the center of the now Town of Hartland.
2) Mary Anna Blake abt 1801 New Brunswick, Canada
Note: his brother's widow, who already had 6 children
Children: Stephen, George, Edward, John, George, Samuel
Died 23 Dec 1844 Hartland, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

William and 2nd wife,Mary Blake,
headstone

Buried Orser Cemetery, Hartland, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
28 Sep 1974 Article: "Pioneer Families of Carleton County by George H. Hayward
Carleton County Historical Society
Orser, A Genealogy of the Descendants of Aert Willemszen
The fact he disembarked from a ship in St. John, New Brunswick: https://sites.rootsweb.com/~nbcarlet/book.html

Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/94788144/william-orser

Mary Craig Orser
was a loyalist

Mary Craig
Parents Unknown
Born 1770 New York, British Colonial America
Died about 1800 Hartland, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/94875002/mary-orser

CHILDREN

John Orser
Born 1791
Died

12 November 1813

Kingston, Frontenac, Canada West

Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Phoebe Ann Orser (went by Ann)
Born 1793 Prince William, York, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Joshua Bishop 12 Nov 1818 Wakefield, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Joshua Bishop and Ann Orser marriage record

Children: Mary, Samuel, Esther, Margaret, William, Elizabeth, John, Elijah, Georgiana
Died

26 June 1839

Andover, Victoria, New Brunswick, Canada
Buried
Sources
Marriage Record
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/173187971/phebe-ann-bishop

Lydia's part of
headstone shared
with husband

*Lydia Orser
Born 1795 New Brunswick, Canada
Married John Giberson 23 May 1811 Wakefield, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: William, John, Daniel, George, Elizabeth, James, Mary, Esther, Aaron, unnamed baby, Gilbert(adopted)
Died 14 Aug 1877 Kent, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Buried Baker Cemetery, Bath, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Lydia Orser Giberson Obit in the 29 Oct 1877 Daily Telegraph

Sources
1851 Canadian Census (age 56, widow)
1861 Canadian Census (age 67, living with daughter, Esther's family)
1871 Canadian Census (age 76, has adopted son, Gilbert with her)
Obituary: Daniel F Johnson, Vol 41 #1491 St John Daily Telegraph Newspaper
Family Search
ancestry.com
William Orser
Born 1796 New Brunswick, Canada
Married Mary Shaw 28 Nov 1822 Wakefield, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Jonathan, Margaret
Died
Buried
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Elizabeth Orser
Born 1798 New Brunswick, Canada
Married James Lovely 1814 York, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: John, Mary, Lydia, William, James, Bruce
Died
Buried
Sources
New Brunswick Canada Marriages
Ontario Canada Marriages
Family Search
ancestry.com

Second Wife Mary Ann (Polly) Blake

Mary Ann Blake

Born 6 May 1772 Reeds Point, Quispamsis, Kings, New Brunswick, Canada

Married 1) James Craig 12 September 1788 St John, New Brunswick, Canada

Children: Nancy, Phoebe, Daniel, Moriah, Christopher, Jacob

FAMILY STORY:

In 1780, when she was a little girl, Mary was taken during an Indian raid. A few years after she disappeared, the Americans and English made peace. The Indians had a village just below the ferry at Fredericton and would take their furs there to trade.

A trader on the East side of the Ferry traded rum for a Church of England prayer book with silver caps on the corners. He found Mary's name inside so went over to St. Ann's Point and showed the officers the book.

The Captain advised him to return across the river and keep the Indians there for a few days so he and his men could search the Indian village. The trader passed out free drinks and the Indians stayed.

The Rangers reached the village near the Tobique River at night, but Mary wasn't there so went upriver to the next village. The Indians had been warned to move her and she was taken 10 miles farther upriver to Wapske. The Rangers went overland and found Mary.

On their return, they had to brave rapids and high cliffs where the Indians would hurl rocks at them as they passed. Captain Stewart led them to believe they were still hunting for the child and their canoe was allowed to pass.

William and Mary's
headstone

Later when Mary and her husband, William Orser, settled at the mouth of the Becaguimec, she knew the ways of the Indians and could speak with them. She moved with her husband, William Orser, to a house near a big spring (near Upper St. John River at what is now Hartland, New Brunswick.

Died 7 May 1856 Hartland, New Brunswick, Canada

Buried 10 May 1856 Orser Cemetery, Hartland, New Brunswick, Canada

Sources

1851 Canadian Census Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada

Family Search: life story added by Pat Robbins

ancestry.com

Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/95518933/mary-anna-orser

CHILDREN w/second wife

Stephen Orser
Born: 1802 Wakefield, New Brunswick, Canada
Occupation: Farmer (1861)
Married 1) Jane McIsaac 25 November 1826 Wakefield, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Asenath, Mary, Stephen, Jane
2) Sarah Foster 2 December 1835 Brighton, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Eleanor, Esther, George, Martha, Isaiah, William, Susan, Rachel, Alice, Elisha, Blake
Died: 29 October 1868 Hartland, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Buried 31 October 1868 Hartland, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
Marriage for Stephen and Jane: New Brunswick Provincial Marriages
1851 Canadian Census Brighton, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada (age 50)
1861 Canadian Census Brighton, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada (age 59)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Memorial: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/207473485/stephen-orser
Edward (Evard) Orser
Born 1806 Brighton, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Abigail Shaw about 1828 Wakefield, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Joseph, Elizabeth, William, Lydia, Edward, Mary, Charles, Phoebe, Hannah, Martha
Died 2 Nov 1890 Mars Hills, Aroostook, Maine
Buried
Sources
1851 Canadian Census Brighton, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada (age 45)
1861 Canadian Census Brighton, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada (age 55)
1871 Canadian Census Brighton, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada (age 65, widowed)
1881 Canadian Census Brighton, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada (age 65, widowed, living with son, Charles)
Family Search
ancestry.com

John Moses Orser
headstone

John Moses Orser
Born 13 September 1810 Hartland, New Brunswick, Canada
Married 1) Martha Hamilton 25 December 1830 Hartland, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Albert, Moses
2) Anna C Bosworth
Children: Dora, William, George
Died: 23 October 1896 St Paul, Ramsey, Minnesota
Buried: Private Baptist Cemetery, Wakefield, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
1851 Canadian Census Brighton, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
1861 Canadian Census Brighton, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
1871 Canadian Census Brighton, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
1881 St. James Charlotte, New Brunswick, Canada
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/142902637/moses-orser

George's
headstone

Reverend George Whitfield Orser
Born 27 June 1813 Wakefield, New Brunswick, Canada
Occupation: Baptist Minister, ordained in 1843.
NOTE: He was against paid ministry and believed in a "free gospel and free access" He was expelled from the Free Christian Baptists for this and other disagreements in 1874. In 1898, George's group formed the Primitive Baptists.
Married 1) Abigail J Shaw
Children: Enoch, George
2) Harriet Victoria Shaw Rideout (sister-in-law) 30 August 1879 Woodstock, Carleton, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Edgar
Died 20 March 1885
Buried: Wakefield, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
1881 Canadian Census Wakefield, New Brunswick, Canada
The Life and Ministry of the Reverend George W. Orser", by the Reverend Charles H. Orser, printed by The Observer, 1914. (Hayward article, Page 4 of 5)
Family Search
ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/68017517/george-whitfield-orser

Samuel B Orser

Samuel Bishop Orser

Samuel and Irene's
headstone

Born 10 December 1815 Wakefield, New Brunswick, Canada
Married Irena Ransom Shaw 13 June 1835 Woodstock, New Brunswick, Canada
Children: Thomas, Samuel, John, Fred, Trecia, Charles, Frances, Victoria, Ward
Died 19 October 1892 Hartland, New Brunswick, Canada
Buried Orser Cemetery, Hartland, New Brunswick, Canada
Sources
Family Search
Picture: ancestry.com
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/95536625/samuel-bishop-orser

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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

William Orser 1763-1844 Mary Craig 1770-1799

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