Upper Level: August 2011

Monday, August 29, 2011

John Oakey 1747-1826 Mary Gardner 1746-1816

John Oakey
Christened 10 Nov 1747 St Michael, Gloucester, England
Note: Mother's name abbreviated Elizth. in record
Occupation: Cordwainer
Parents: John Oakey and Elizabeth Brown
Married Mary Gardner 19 Sep 1770 St Mary and Corpus Christi, Down Hatherly, Gloucester, England
Buried 5 Mar 1826 Twigworth, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 425423 Batch C02634-2

Mary Gardner
Christened 19 Sep 1746 Staverton, Gloucester, England
Parents: Henry Gardner and Elizabeth Burroughs
Buried 27 Mar 1816 Twigworth, Gloucester, England
Sources
AF

CHILDREN

Thomas Oakey
Christened 16 Nov 1770 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Married Sarah Pritchard 12 Dec 1801 Eldersfield, Worcester, England
Note: many people have linked a Sarah Pritchard born in 1763 to Thomas, but this can't be correct since that would mean she was giving birth to the children well into her 50's - the children were born from 1801-1815.
Children: Joseph, John, Hester, William, Thomas, James
Note: There are a few large gaps between these children and I'm not sure they all belong to this couple
Died 1 Apr 1838 Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 855623 Batch I02065-1 p 85
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Film 1040998 Batch I03184-3 Ref# item 7 p 14
Information about Thomas, their son: http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~idbearla/thomasoakey.htm

Elizabeth (Betty) Oakey
Christened 31 May 1772 Longford, Twigworth, Gloucester, England
Note: did not find this child anywhere - not sure she belongs to this family
Sources
AF
William Oakey
Christened 16 Feb 1774 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, England
Buried 27 Jun 1775
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 425422 Batch C02567-1

Hester Oakey
Christened 3 Mar 1776 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, England
Married William Davis 1 Aug 1799 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Children: Thomas, Martha, James, Mary, Esther, Amelia, Hannah, William, Eleanor
Note: The only children that may belong to them are James, Mary, Amelia, Eleanor. Needs more research.
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 425422 Batch C02567-1
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Film 855620 Batch I03830-0 Ref# v 2 p 19

Mary Oakey
Christened 25 Apr 1779 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, England
Married John Tipping 3 Jun 1802 St Nicholas, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Children: Ellen, William, Henry, Martha, Mary, Henry, John, George, Maryanne
Died 19 Apr 1847 Guay St, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 855623 Batch I02065-3 Ref# yr 1716-1779 p 147
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Film 855638 Batch M03611-1

*Sarah Oakey
Christened 7 Oct 1781 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Married Robert Harris 1 Dec 1802 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Note: Her surname is spelled Okey in the record. There are two records claiming different marriage dates. The 31 October date could be when they were married legally (Church of England requirement) and the 1st of December by their own minister.
Children: William, William, John, Robert, Dinah, Zacharias, Elizabeth, Eleanor, Caroline
Died 2 Mar 1837 Apperly, Gloucester, England
Buried 6 Mar 1837 Deerhurst, Gloucester, England
Sources
Christening: England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 855623 Batch I02065-4 Ref# yr 1780-1791 p 150
Marriage (Oct): Film 855620 v 2 p 31 Batch I03830-0 (Dec) Film 855620 v 2 p 48 Batch I03830-0
Burial: Deerhurst Register 1831-1850 http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~wrag44/deerhurst/DeerhurstVol10Pt2.htm

William Oakey
Christened 10 May 1784 St Catherine, Gloucester, England
Note: did not find William
Married Elizabeth Wood 8 Oct 1810
Note: did not find this marriage
Children: Edwin, Elizabeth
Possibly Buried 1 Oct 1819 Tewkesbury, Gloucester, England
Sources
Burial: England Deaths and Burials 1538-1991 Batch I03122-3 Film 856973 Ref ID 97
Prudence Oakey
Christened 2 Jun 1786 St Catherine, Gloucester, England
Note: did not find Prudence
Married Thomas Barnstley 7 Jun 1817
Sources
AF
Ann Oakey
Christened 14 Sep 1791 St Catherine, Gloucester, England
Note: Did not find Ann
Married David Savage 13 Oct 1811 St Mary de Lode, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Note: His surname spelled Savige in record. I think the same thing happened to Ann that happened to her sister Sarah - the Church of England required a 'legal' marriage (13th) and then they had a second date (28th) where they were married by their minister - both were recorded in St Mary de Lode.
Children: George
Sources
Marriage: England Marriages 1538-1973 Film 855620 Batch I03820-1 v 2 p 123

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

George Cosnight 1675 Hannah abt 1675

George Cosnight
Christened 10 May 1669 Holy Cross, Pershore, Worcester, England
Note: Surname spelled Cosnett in record
Parents: Giles Cosnight (mother not listed)
Married Hannah abt 1694 England
Sources
England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 246673 Batch C02137-3 item 1

Hannah (unknown surname)

CHILDREN

Giles Cosnight
Christened 6 Oct 1695 Holy Cross, Pershore, Worcester, England
Note: name spelled Gyles Cossnett in record
Sources
England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 98490 Batch P01246-1
George Cosnight
Christened 13 Feb 1698 St Andrew, Pershore, Worcester, England
Note: Surname spelled Cossnett in record
Sources
England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 98489 Batch P01244-1
Hannah Cosnight
Christened 29 Apr 1699 St Andrew, Pershore, Worcester, England
Note: Surname spelled Cossniet in record
Married Thomas Player 29 Sep 1729 Tewkesbury, Gloucester, England
Note: Surname spelled Cosnet in record
Sources
England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 98489 Batch P01244-1
Anne Cosnight
Christened 23 Apr 1701 St Andrew, Pershore, Worcester, England
Note: Surname spelled Cossniett in record
Sources
England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 98489 Batch P01244-1
*Richard Cosnight
Christened 21 Oct 1702 St Andrew, Pershore, Worcester, England
Note: Surname spelled Cossinett in record
Married Mary Hopkins 8 Mar 1733 Tewkesbury, Gloucester, England
Children: Hannah, George, Richard, Mary, Richard, Elizabeth, Anne
Sources
England Births and Christenings 1538-1975 Film 98489 Batch P01244-1

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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."