Upper Level: September 2011

Sunday, September 25, 2011

John Howat abt 1764 Mary Shaw 1764

John Howat
Born abt 1760 Scotland
Occupation: Woodman
Married Mary Shaw 27 Jul 1787 Riccarton, Ayr, Scotland
Note: I haven't found this marriage except on AF
Sources
Occupation: http://www.ayrshireroots.com/Genealogy/Records/Post%201855/Ayrshire%201865%20Deaths.htm
AF

Mary Shaw
Bor 10 Jun 1764 Riccarton, Ayr, Scotland
Parents John Shaw and Agnes Hutchison
Sources
AF

CHILDREN

Note: Not sure if James is the first child born if John and Mary were married in 1787
James Howat
Christened 24 Mar 1793 Riccarton, Ayr, Scotland
Occupation: Railway Surfaceman (1851 Census) Woodman (1861 Census until time of death)
Married Ann Richmond 5 Mar 1820 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Children: Margaret, John, James, Mary, William, Matthew, George
Died 12 Jan 1865 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Note: Died of Pneumonia
Sources
1851 Census, Ayr, Galston (age 57)
Note: This census claims birth place as Galston, Ayr, Scotland
1861 Census, Ayr, Galston (age 68) Wood Cutter
Note: This census claims his birth place as Riccarton, Ayr, Scotland
Marriage: Scotland Marriages 1561-1910 Batch M11593-4 Film 1041377
Death: http://www.ayrshireroots.com/Genealogy/Records/Post%201855/Ayrshire%201865%20Deaths.htm
Ann Howat
Born 24 May 1795 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Married Thomas Pollock 28 Jan 1821 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Children: Thomas, John, Mary, Robert, William
Died 12 May 1870
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 1041377 Batch C115932
Marriage: Scotland Marriages 1561-1910 Batch M11593-4 Film 1041377
AF
Mary Howat
Born 22 Mar 1797
Christened 26 Mar 1797 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Possible marriage to James Steel 7 Dec 1823 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 1041377 Batch C115932
Marriage: Scotland Marriages 1561-1910 Batch M11593-4 Film 1041377
AF
*Hugh Howat
Born 14 Nov 1799 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Christened 22 Nov 1799 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Married Elizabeth Galt 25 May 1816 Craigie by Kilmarnock, Ayr, Scotland
Children: William, Hugh, John
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 1041377 Batch C115932
Marriage: IGI Flm 1041336 Batch M115842 dated 1776-1820
AF
Robert Howat (twin to George)
Born 20 Jul 1801
Christened 22 Jul 1801 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Possible marriages 1) Margaret Campbell 5 Mar 1826 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Children: John
2) Elizabeth Alston14 Aug 1836 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Children: Agnes, John
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 1041377 Batch C115932
AF
George Howat (twin to Robert)
Born 20 Jul 1801
Christened 22 Jul 1801 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Possible marriages 1) Janet Connell
Children: John, Hugh
2) Mary Young 23 Jan 1848 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Children: George,
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 1041377 Batch C115932
AF
Margaret Howat
Born 24 Jun 1803
Christened 17 Jul 1803 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Possible marriage to Thomas Leakie 17 Oct 1824 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Children: John
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 1041377 Batch C115932
AF
Andrew Howat
Born 28 Dec 1805
Christened 31 Dec 1805 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Possible marriage Mary Crawford 29 May 1842 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Children: Mary, Margaret, Robert
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 1041377 Batch C115932
AF
Helen Howat
Born 2 May 1810
Christened 13 May 1810 Galston, Ayr, Scotland
Married James McDonald
Children: James
Sources
Birth and Christening: IGI Film 1041377 Batch C115932
AF

Saturday, September 3, 2011

John Brown 1686 Joan abt 1689

John Brown
Born 16 May 1686 Churham, Gloucester, England
Married Joan (unknown surname)
Sources
AF
Joan
Born abt 1689 England
Sources
AF

CHILDREN

Arthur Brown
Christened 20 Jun 1700 Churcham, Gloucester, England
Sources
IGI
John Brown
Christened 14 Dec 1702 Churcham, Gloucester, England
SourcesIGI Film 0091517 Batch C027442 dated 1541-1759
*Elizabeth Brown
Christened 13 Mar1704 Churcham, Gloucester, England
Married John Oakey 8 Jul 1744
Children: John, John, John
Sources
IGI Film 0091517 Batch C027442 dated 1541-1759
AF
Thomas Brown
Christened 8 Sep 1707 Churcham, Gloucester, England
Sources
IGI Film 0091517 Batch C027442 dated 1541-1759
Joseph Brown
Christened 20 Mar 1710 Churcham, Gloucester, England
Sources
IGI Film 0091517 Batch C027442 dated 1541-1759

John Oakey 1714 Elizabeth Brown 1712-1780

John Oakey
Born abt 1714 Gloucester, England
Married Elizabeth Brown 8 Jul 1744 St Nicholas, Gloucester, England
Sources
AF

Elizabeth Brown
Born abt 1712 Minsterworth, Gloucester, England
Parents John Brown and Joan (unknown surname)
Buried 14 Feb 1780 Churcham, Gloucester, England
SourcesAF

CHILDREN

John Oakey
Christened 6 Aug 1744 St Michael, Gloucester, England
Sources
AF
John Oakey
Christened 21 Apr 1745 St Nicholas, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Sources
IGI Film 0855634 Batch C036112 dated 1558-1766
*John Oakey
Christened 10 Nov 1747 St Michael, Gloucester, Gloucester, England
Occupation: Cordwainer
Married Mary Gardner 21 Sep 1770 St Mary, Down Hatherley, Gloucester, England
Sources
IGI Film 0425423 Batch C026342 dated 1717-1812

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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."