Upper Level: July 2011

Saturday, July 30, 2011

John Cheshire 1574 Mary abt 1596

John Cheshire
Christened 6 Mar 1574 St Julian, Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Parents: Adam Cheshire
Married Mary (unknown surname) abt 1630 England
Note: there is a HUGE gap in their ages, however, it was not unheard of for women of this age to marry men that were old enough to be their fathers.
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0510681 Batch C037524 dated 1618-1643

Mary
Born abt 1600 England - possibly Wellington
Sources
AF

CHILDREN

Cecillia Cheshire
Christened 30 May 1631 Wellington, Shrop, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0510681 Batch C037524 dated 1618-1643
Francis Cheshire
Christened 9 Dec 1632 Wellington, Shrop, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0510681 Batch C037524 dated 1618-1643
Robert Cheshire
Christened 1 Apr 1635 Wellington, Shrop, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0510681 Batch C037524 dated 1618-1643
*Edward Cheshire
Christened 1 May 1636 Wellington, Shrop, England
Married Margaret (unknown surname)
Children: Charles, Charles, John, Margaret, William (possibly)
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0510681 Batch C037524 dated 1618-1643
Thomas Cheshire
Christened 24 Aug 1639 Wellington, Shrop, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0510681 Batch C037524 dated 1618-1643
Samuel Cheshire
Christened 16 Mar 1643 Wellington, Shrop, England
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0510681 Batch C037524 dated 1618-1643

Friday, July 29, 2011

Edward Cheshire 1636 Margaret abt 1660-1710

Edward Cheshire
Christened 1 May 1636 Wellington, Shrop, England
Occupation: Tailor
Parents: John Cheshire and Mary (unknown surname
Married Margaret (unknown surname) abt 1678
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0510681 Batch C037524 dated 1628-1643
AF
Margaret (unknown surname)
Born abt 1660 England
Buried 20 Jan 1709 Pontesbury, Shrop, England
Sources
AF

CHILDREN

Carolus (Charles) Cheshire
Christened 24 Apr 1679 Pontesbury, Shrop, England
Note: His parents names are recorded as Edwardi Chesheere and Margaretae
Died: probably pre-1681
Note: we must remember that the mortality rate in this era was significantly higher for children so when they did have children, they often gave them the same names, hoping one would live long enough to pass on the father's surname.
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0166168 Batch P019051 dated 1538-1812
AF
Charles Cheshire
Christened 4 Sep 1681 Pontesbury, Shrop, England
Note: His mothers name is recorded Margreat in the record
Married Deborah (unknown surname)
Children: Deborah, Mary, Charles, Edward, Anne, Mary, Mary, Charles, Isabella
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0166168 Batch P019051 dated 1538-1812
Children: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 in Shawberry, Shrop, England
AF
*John Cheshire
Born abt 1684 England
Note: did not find him in Pontesbury or Wellington. I have been unable to find a real connection between John and these parents - so far. His birthdate seems to fit nicely between Charles and Margaret, but that doesn't mean it's true. I found all the other children's christening dates but his and that is suspicious. I will keep looking and, for now, take the information as is from Ancestral File. Another reason I have trouble with is the fact he didn't name any children after either parent. Though not completely unheard of, it is unusual for this era.
Occupation: Malster
Possibly Married Elizabeth Wingate 1 Oct 1710 St Nicholas, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Children: Elizabeth, Mary, John, Sarah
Sources
Marriage: IGI Film 0855634 Batch M036112 dated 1558-1754
Ancestral File
Margaret Cheshire
Christened 8 Jun 1690 Pontesbury, Shrop, England
Note: her name is spelled Margret in the record
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0166168 Batch P019051 dated 1538-1812
AF
William Cheshire
Christened 12 Aug 1694 St Chad, Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Note: This boy was not on the Family Group Sheet I saw. I stumbled across him and began to wonder if he is their son - there was no mother listed, only the father being Edward. If we had a death date for Edward, it may make it easier.
Sources
England Birth and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 9082135 Batch P01575-1

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

John Cheshire 1741-1802 Elizabeth Powell 1742-1803

John Cheshire
Parents: John Cheshire and Elizabeth Fletcher
Born abt 1741 Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Occupation: Shoemaker
Married Elizabeth Powell 5 Nov 1759 St Peter, Worcester, Worcester, England
Buried 14 Nov 1802 Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Sources
Marriage: IGI Film 0916183-185 Btach M043911 dated 1754-1864
Burial: England Deaths and Burials 1538-1991 Film 1701332 Batch I07261-1 item 3
Family Search
ancestry.com

Elizabeth Powell
2 possibilities
1) Christened 11 Jun 1742 Edstaston, Shrop, England
Parents: William Powell and Jane (unknown surname)
2) Christened 6 Aug 1739 St Alban, Worcester, Worcester, England
Parents: Thomas Powell and Elizabeth
Buried 1803
Sources
Christening in Shrop: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Batch P00897-1 Film 908233
Christening in Worcester: IGI Film 0599888 batch P013791 dated 1630-1812
Family Search
ancestry.com

CHILDREN

*Edward Cheshire
Christened 19 Oct 1760 St Mary, Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Married Eleanor Llewellin 3 Aug 1777 St Almund, Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Note: Her surname is spelled Llewelling in the record
Children: Charles, Mary, Harriet, John, Eleanor, Edward, Eliza
Sources
Christening: IGI Film 0908234 Batch P006811 dated 1584-1812
Marriage: IGI Film 0510675 Batch M037221 dated 1559-1837
Family Search
ancestry.com
Margaret Cheshire
Christened 8 May 1763 St Mary, Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Note: her given names is abbreviated Margt. in the record
Sources
IGI Film 0908234 Batch P006811 dated 1584-1812
Family Search
ancestry.com
Thomas Cheshire
Born 17 April 1768 Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Christened 19 Apr 1768 St Chad, Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Died 3 May 1768 Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Sources
IGI Film 0908236 Batch P015752 dated 1701-1781
Family Search
ancestry.com
Thomas Cheshire (never found any birth/christening info, not sure he really exists or was created as a space-holder)
Born abt 1770
Married Elizabeth Brown 16 Mar 1794 Meole Brace, Shrop, England
Sources
Family Search
ancestry.com
Elizabeth Cheshire
Christened 2 Feb 1772 St Chad, Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Note: Given name abbreviated to Elizth. in record
Sources
IGI Film 0908236 Batch P015752 dated 1701-1781
Family Search
ancestry.com
Jane Cheshire
Born 28 May 1776
Christened 9 Jun 1776 St Chad, Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 0908236 Batch P015752 dated 1701-1781
Family Search
ancestry.com
John Cheshire
Born 11 Jun 1779
Christened 27 Jun 1779 St Chad, Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Died 10 Mar 1780
Sources
Birth, Christening, and death: IGI Film 0908236 Batch P015752 dated 1701-1781
Family Search
ancestry.com
John Cheshire
Born 16 Mar 1782
Christened 7 Apr 1782 St Chad, Shrewsbury, Shrop, England
Died 2 Apr 1783
Sources
Birth, Christening, and death: IGI Film 0908236 Batch P015752 dated 1701-1781
Family Search
ancestry.com

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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."